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Darla's Games Day 01

By: Panthergirl



I looked at my feet. For some reason, it was the only thing I was comfortable looking at for the moment. I pondered why the sight of my feet captured my attention so much. Should I see how fast they would carry me away from this? Perhaps a moment to reflect upon the purchase of my new block heeled boots, almost military style that I had invested my own cash on only a week ago. 

Finally bored with the dull sheen of my black boots, I looked up to see my date talking to his friends again. I wondered why he even bothered to bring me along. Since he had picked me up down at the end of the street (so my mom wouldn't ask a lot of questions), I had been paid very little attention. Sure, there was the great make-out session when he first picked me up, when he had thrust his tongue down my throat and felt up my breasts. But since then, when we stopped to pick up his friends, four who piled in the back of his SUV and one who squeezed up front with us, he seemed to barely acknowledge my existence.

I thought back to yesterday, when I met Rick at the Wal-Mart. Julie and I had gotten a drop off from her mom and we were just wandering around aimlessly, chatting about school and looking at stuff, when there he was, stocking the paper towels. He was so cute, his tight khaki pants, long pony tail tied back, rough, handsome face. 

After giggling and ogling for an eternity, I finally walked up the aisle and he smiled at me. A singular, magical moment that offered the opportunity to ask which towel was most absorbent for the sole purpose of getting close to him and hearing his laugh. He was even cuter up close, long strands of light brown hair tousled wildly around his cute face. He smelled so good; I inhaled the air through my nose hoping for another sniff of his cologne.

I flirted awhile and Rick flirted back. Before I left, he checked both ways down the aisle and delivered a long, deep kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and sucking the breath from me. He had groped my ass over my tight denim jeans and pulled me so tight that I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my belly. He was taller, a good ten or more inches taller in fact, standing about six feet tall to my petite five foot one frame.

The kiss was so long, so wonderful. His tongue was in perfect harmony with mine as they met inside our mouths. It was possibly the best kiss I have ever had. Surely not the first, but it was definitely a first for me. He was a college boy.

Now, here I was, in his presence, in what I anticipated would be a private date, one on one, but turned out to be a group gathering. To say I felt out of place was an understatement. Here they were, all friends in the same college, discussing this class and that teacher and the other students. I had not a single point of reference as the discussion continued. I tried to relate, to add to the conversation about how much I despised my biology teacher. The reference was wasted except that one of the girls giggled that she remembered said teacher from her 'younger' days.

Rick finally acknowledged me again as he broke off from his laughing friends and smiled at me. That smile made the solace so much more bearable. Then he walked over to me and leaned in to talk over the sounds blasting from the radio. 

"We are going to Jack's place to party for awhile. You up for that?"

Was I up for that? Hell yes! A college party! I would be the envy of the entire high school. I tried to be nonchalant however, and merely shrugged. "If you want to."

"Cool." Came the simple reply. "It is a bit of a drive; do you need to use the bathroom?"

The other three girls in the group were huddled together laughing about something and I wondered if it had anything to do with me. I felt suddenly very self conscious. Rick made the impression it was now or never and feeling a twinge at the mention of the bathroom, I decided to grasp a moment of peace away from the every scrutinizing eyes of the college girls. "Umm. Okay, I'll be right back." I walked across the parking lot and headed into the pool hall where I had seen everyone else go when they needed to. I was stopped at the door by a huge black man with a bald head. "Where do you think you are going?" He said in a very deep and commanding voice that made me stop dead in my tracks.

"I ... erm ... I just wanted to use the ladies room." I managed to reply. This guy was huge and intimidating. A perfect doorman.

"You have an ID girl? You know you have to be eighteen to come in here." The resounding voice thundered back at me. Fear swept over me. I was indeed eighteen, but I didn't have my driver's license with me, having opted not to carry a purse.

I was about to turn around and hold it when the three college girls came up behind me. "Stop giving her such a hard time Joe. She's with us." This from the tall, thin blonde that I would learn to know as Lisa.

"Aight." Joe smiled to her. "Just get her in and out so no one asks me why I didn't card her little ass."

I blushed at the mention of my 'little ass'. The three girls just laughed and Lisa took my hand and they ushered me across the pool hall to the bathrooms in the back. 

I felt even younger as we crossed the hall and I elicited the stares of many of the older patrons, mostly rough looking men and some rough looking women too. I told myself over and over not to make eye contact and I didn't. I felt relieved when we got to the ladies room and suddenly felt a strong urge to just relieve myself and get out of this place. I started for a stall and Lisa pushed in front of me. 

She turned when I almost ran into her and said, "Oh sorry, I really have to go if you don't mind." Rude, but I just smiled back and stepped off to the side. 

One of the other girls entered the other stall, leaving me to wait outside with the third girl. The sound of urine splashing on the other side of the stalls did nothing but enhance my need for release. At length, I looked up at last to see the petite brunette, just around my height, but with a much smaller chest, looking back at me with a smirk on her face. She was wearing a pair of black booty shorts, leaving a peek of her ass cheeks extending out. Her belly was bare, revealing a belly button ring, topped by a cami top that came just below her breasts. Her long brown hair hung down over her shoulders and half way down her back and her huge brown eyes were piercing, almost painfully.

"I guess you know my name is Carrie," I finally whispered. I felt like such a kid around these girls. It was so unlike me to be intimidated by anyone, but this group had made a point of excluding me from the moment they got into the car.

"Yeah." The pretty brunette replied. She seemed mean. I turned my gaze again to my boots. 

The girl laughed. "I'm Jess, that was Lisa who was ahead of you and the other is Karissa."

I smiled then, at least she was being friendly, and I looked up at Jess to hopefully finally engage someone in conversation. She cut across me before I could say a word.

"You are pretty young huh?" Jess blurted out. She reduced me to feeling insignificant again in an instant.

"I guess. I am graduating high school next spring." I answered sheepishly. Young? Like these girls were 21 or 22 at the most. Wow! Like three or four years was that much of a difference. I couldn't wait until this date was over.

"You should really do something different with your look." Jess said matter-of-factly. "I mean long skirts are so... well, I guess you are happy with the look. Never mind."

I felt like crying. I just wanted to go home. "It isn't like I choose all my clothes." I muttered. Meanwhile, the long denim skirt had been something I had bought with my own money. Damn it was designer and expensive. The button up was a good match for it too... so I thought. Damn. I just fidgeted with the bottom of my shirt and prayed a stall would open so I could avoid this belittling conversation.

Jess laughed. "You want some help Carrie? I can help you look older if you like."

I looked up to see if there was going to be another crushing blow. "Umm. Sure, I guess."

"Don't guess. Do you want my help or not?" Jess countered, in a tone almost insulted that I wouldn't jump at the opportunity for help.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I would really appreciate it." I managed a smile. She had me wound up at this point. I mean, yeah, I'm only in high school, but I thought I looked a bit older. Hell, I had a better body than she did. I was pissed off deep inside, but still, I was the kid crashing the college party, so I felt quite out of my element.

"Okay." Jess looked me up and down. The block boots, the mid-calf denim skirt, the button up short sleeve denim shirt, she exhaled deeply. At length, she pulled her purse up and sat it on the sink. "Well, let's hurry, we don't have a whole lot of time. Here, take off that top first."

I must have looked at her like she was from outer space. "Umm, excuse me?"

Jess just threw her head back and tossed a very demeaning look her way. "Your top. Your shirt, that button up mess covering your breasts." She held her hand out for the garment.

I just stood there in shock. No way...

"Oh forget it little girl." Jess started packing her purse up.

I felt like I had insulted her now. "Please." I said, almost so low that she couldn't hear it, but I knew she did. She had turned her back to me, but I saw her smile in the mirror. I should have known by the look of contempt in her smile that I was in way over my head with this girl. For some reason, I wanted to be accepted by this college bitch that much that I was willing to go against my better instincts. 

I quickly unbuttoned and removed my shirt, covering one arm across my breasts and pressing the top into Jess's hand. "I'm sorry. Please help me."

Jess feigned disinterest for a second before returning to the sink and pulling a pair of scissors from her purse. She began cutting and tossing bits and pieces of fabric into the trash can. I felt a lump in my throat and tears welling in my eyes as I watched my shirt being destroyed. Julie, meanwhile, took every opportunity to look at me in the mirror. I think she was smiling though it looked a bit menacing.

"Okay" Jess said at length. "Now, you can't wear a bra with this so take it off and put this on." She handed me the cut up top.

I felt tears of embarrassment, I mean, okay, I had been naked in the showers at school, but never in a public bathroom. I choked them back and reached back to take off my bra. I fumbled with the clasp more than I had ever done since I started wearing a bra years ago. 

I handed it to Jess and quickly pulled the cut up top onto my back, tugging the ends to button it. The move wasn't quick enough to prevent a good look at my breasts by Jessica though, who flushed my cheeks with embarrassment at her deliberate stares. Somehow, I completely missed what happened to my bra.

The shirt did everything Jess had planned. She had cut off the collar and the sleeves and most of the bottom half of the shirt, leaving my belly exposed. She had cut one shoulder off entirely and cut the one on her right shoulder to a brief inch of frayed fabric. She had cut a V into the top to reveal my cleavage. Only two buttons remained, holding precariously to my now loose breasts. Did I mention that I have pretty large breasts? A solid C cup, very firm and now pressing against the rough denim of my shirt.  In the mirror, I saw my mouth drop open as I noted that I could see the globes of my breasts through the opening between the two remaining buttons. The left side, which had been cut free of any support whatsoever, hung loose, barely covering the top of my breast, leaving a great deal of it revealed. The shirt was cut so it hung loosely over my breasts, just barely covering them from the bottom. I could feel the air tickling the bottom of them where they were exposed to any view from below. I also noted that my nipples, now scratching against the denim, had become quite erect, almost painfully so, and were protruding like two buttons through the fabric of my... well, what was left of my shirt.

"Skirt." Jessica smiled, enjoying her handiwork immensely.

"Oh." I replied, looking up at the smiling and uncompromising face of Jess. The staring contest was over in under a minute and I returned my gaze to the floor as I unbuttoned my skirt and slid it down my hips, then my thighs, stepping gently out of it before handing it over to Jessica's evil devices.

Jessica smiled and stared at me as I stood there only in the tight material of my bikini panties and my now outrageously sexy shirt. It didn't take her long to figure out what to do as her scissors began to make short work of my skirt. She cut and cut and cut some more, holding my skirt up to admire her work, cutting some more, holding them up to me, cutting some more, before finally tossing back far less than half the weight of the original skirt.

I was quick to pull the remaining fabric up over my hips. Much like the top which now hung from the right side only, the skirt was cut along the waist band now so that it hung from my right hip and fell halfway down my left hip, barely held up by the width of my hips. The length had been reduced to a little shy of mid-thigh. I knew if I bent over, I would be giving someone a peek at my panties. I was going to have to be very careful sitting down too.

But it didn't stop there. Jessica had cut a slit in the right side leaving the material of the skirt to spread open around the top of my right thigh and hip, only a frayed inch of material holding to my right hip. The slit was cut in a 'V', ensuring that my flesh would be revealed, not to mention the side of my bikini panties where they hung on my right hip.

"Damn I'm good!" Jessica finally cried out as she took in her handiwork. She was beyond pleased with herself and I swore I heard Lisa and Karissa giggling from the stalls. "Girl you need a thong. Here give me those panties."

I looked down at the revealed side of the panties. I sighed as I realized it looked ridiculous. After a moment of hesitation, a long moment, I finally let a tear drop off my cheek and reaching under what was left of my skirt, pulled my panties down off my hips and stepped out of them. I reluctantly handed them over to Jessica who couldn't start fast enough with the scissors.

"Shit!" Jess exclaimed. She held the panty up by one side of the waist band. She had 'accidentally' cut the waist band in half. "Well... I'm sorry Carrie, but you know, I go without panties sometimes. Never in a skirt that short of course." She laughed, as did Lisa and Karissa. I began to wonder what could possibly be keeping them in there so long.

My face was so grim, I felt like calling my mom to pick me up and take me home. "Wh-what am I going to do Jess?" My mother would kill me if she had to pick me up in this and here of all places.

"Okay, I'm not wearing any panties or I'd let you borrow mine. Umm, I guess I could knot tie them. Let's try that." 

I felt kind of grossed out that she would even suggest me wearing her panties. I figured she could tie the cut side and be done with it. But before I could even suggest it, Jessica snipped the other side in two and cut some fabric here and there. She tied a slip knot in one side, then handed my destroyed panty back to me. 

"Slip it on and tie the left side up under your skirt." Jess instructed her.

I hate to admit it, but I suddenly felt very sexy as I pulled the panty up over my ass. It was rather ingenious actually. Jess had cut all but about an inch of fabric that went from the middle of my waist in front to the middle of my waist in back. The leg bands she had cut and pulled front over the waist band and back over the waist band there, looped on both sides and tied with little bows up into what was now a T-string panty. On the right side was a tightly tied bow, so I duplicated the bow knot on the left and pulled the waistband neatly under the waist band of my skirt.

The fit was extremely tight with so much of the waist band and leg bands now pulling and stretching to accommodate the size of my hips which had fit snugly inside them when they were whole. I could feel the material in front tugging up on my pussy and in back the material had completely buried itself between my ass cheeks. The amount of bared skin beneath my now brief skirt was thrilling.

"Okay, I have to go to the bathroom. Lisa, Karissa, for crying out loud, are you giving birth or what? Come out here and help her with her make up." The stall doors opened and Jess went in as the other girls came out and instantly began fussing with my makeup. They applied rouge, eye shadow, lipstick, eye liner, lip liner, all in generous amounts and as they finally withdrew, I couldn't believe what she saw in the mirror.

I looked like a hooker, but not having seen many hookers, I figured I looked like a college girl. Just then, Jessica came out of the stall. "Nice job you two." She congratulated the others. "You better hurry and go to the bathroom Carrie, we have been in here awhile. We'll go out and let the guys know you are on your way."

"Okay." I replied. Still staring awestruck at my visage in the mirror, I finally broke the trance and went into the stall to relieve myself. I barely registered the three girls leaving. When I pulled down my newly fashioned T-string, it clung to me in places, well, it was very tight. I had to roll them down to my knees before sitting down. As I lifted what remained of my skirt in back to sit, I heard a light ripping sound. The waist band had ripped a bit more than where it was cut and was threatening to rip in two! 

I knew I would need to be very careful. For now though, I felt a great relief as I let go of my bladder. I was just finishing cleaning up, when I heard a couple of women come into the bathroom and one of them tried the stall door I was in. "Just a second." I answered through the door as I hurried to wipe myself and stood up to another slight rip sound. I carefully tugged the T string up tight. I hated to admit it, but I loved the feeling of my pussy being squeezed by that tight material. I considered tying it even tighter, unsure if that was even possible, but decided against it because the guys would surely be waiting for me by now. So I carefully lowered my skirt, flushed and opened the stall door to see a raven haired woman in a black mini skirt and cut off T shirt staring me up and down. 

"Nice work. Did you do all that yourself?" She asked in a throaty voice.

"Ermm. No, my friend helped me with it. It was actually her idea entirely." I answered.

"Your umm, friend Jessica by chance?" The woman returned.

"Umm... yes, that is her." I replied as I moved to the sink to wash my hands.

"You know they left you here right?" The woman asked.

My eyes must have bulged near to falling out of their sockets. "What?" I turned to face the woman. "No, they just went out to let the guys know I was on my way." I quipped defiantly. I dried my hands quickly though just in case.

"Sweety, when you get back from the parking lot, come see me. I'll give you a ride home." The woman smiled and went into the stall.

I couldn't believe my ears. Surely Rick wouldn't leave me at this pool hall. I ran through the door and past the stares and now more than a few whistles to the front door. The big man, Joe, was still there, he smiled at me as I rushed by. Pushing open the door and running into the parking lot, I searched frantically for Rick's SUV. I ran down the aisles, thinking he must have hidden his truck as a joke. No sign of him anywhere. 

I ran through the parking lot twice, tears streaming from my eyes by the second time around. Finally, defeated, and a little concerned over the stares of the guys and girls who were hanging out in the parking lot, I returned to the lights of the awning in front of the pool hall. Sitting on the curb, I was careful to keep my thighs and knees tight together.


Darla's Games Day 01



Brushing the tears from my eyes so they wouldn't smudge my make up too badly, I began to get angry. I was furious that they would leave me here like this. As I pulled my head up from my hands, I noticed that a few guys from the parking lot party were heading towards me. I was not up for talking to them, so I stood up, brushed off my ass and headed to the door of the pool hall. They immediately stopped and turned back to their group.

There was Joe, dutifully standing at his post with a smile on his face. "Come right in Miss." He waved his arm widely to invite me into the hall.

I entered the pool hall for the second time and instantly wondered if I wouldn't have been better off outside. The crowd was rough, mostly biker looking types, most with tattoos. I searched the jeering and filthy looks on their faces, seeking for the woman from the bathroom. Finally, I found her, raven hair tossed back over one shoulder as she leaned in for a shot on the pool table near the back.

I started towards her when a much older man, probably in his thirties, stepped in front of me and smiled. "Well, what are you doing back here baby? Couldn't get enough of the place huh?" He laughed to his friends. "Come on sweetie, I won't bite ... much." Another burst of laughter. "You ever shoot pool before?"

I backed instinctively away from the man. "Umm no. I mean, yes, at my Uncle's house."

He stayed right with me and if the raven haired woman was going to intervene it wasn't very obvious. "Come on sweetie, play one game with me. I'll spot you, you might like it."

Joe stepped forward as if to ensure that if I said no and the stranger persisted, I felt as if I would be protected. In fact, at his step forward, the stranger backed up a step, but continued to try to persuade me to join him. "Tell you what. If we win, I'll give you twenty dollars. If we lose, well, I'll cover you. So, it will be just for fun. Okay?"

I considered my options. "Umm, I need to go talk to someone first okay?" I looked at raven haired lady again and headed off towards her.

"Oh, you mean Jill. You sure you want to hang out with her? Well, if you change your mind, twenty dollars will get you a cab home." The stranger replied.

I smiled and said I would let him know if I changed my mind as I slid past the stranger to Jill. Jill was lining up a shot with her cue. "Hi... umm... Jill. I'm Carrie. Umm we met in the bathroom."

"Sweetheart, if you don't shut up while I'm trying to shoot, I'm going to take you out back and kick your ass." Jill replied.

I shut up immediately and sank back to the wall. Jill made her shot beautifully and stepped up from the table. "Sorry hon, but don't interrupt someone when they are shooting. There are some real assholes in here."

Jill's pool companions laughed. They were a group of five women in all. They all wore black leather somewhere on their body, skirts, vests, boots, belts. Of the five, Jill was probably the leader of what looked to be a girl gang or something. Carrie noticed that one of the girls seemed to have a knife in her belt. 

"Sue, take over and don't fuck it up." Jill tossed the cue to the girl who wasn't shooting in the current game, a petite little blonde, dressed in substantially less clothing than any of the other women. Her skirt was little more than a belt, her halter top barely covered her breasts and left great amounts of cleavage exposed. She wore stockings that had elastic bands to hold them to her thighs and a pair of really high heels.

Jill walked over to me and smiled. "So, those assholes ditched you here huh? Any idea why they would do that?"

I looked ready to cry I am sure of it, I could feel the tears burning inside my eyes, begging to be released. "I..." I coughed, trying not to look like a baby. "I don't know. I mean, maybe they will be right back."

"I wouldn't count on it." Jill answered. "They are going to a party. They will probably be there all night. So, let's forget about them. Let's talk about you." Jill moved in closer and pressed her hand to the wall above my shoulder. She was so close I could smell her perfume strongly, that and a bit of liquor on her breath. She moved closer, so close, her lips moving towards mine? Her eyes definitely locked onto mine. Just as I thought I was going to lean forward and kiss her in my trance, one of the girls yelled out. "Oh Sue, you are fucked now."

This caused Jill to turn around to see that Sue had completely missed her shot, lining the cue ball up perfectly for the opponent to sink a ball. "Sue, your ass is mine if they win."

Sue looked very sad, even a little scared. She sank back into the corner and almost seemed to be praying for a victory. Meanwhile, I had escaped the temporary trance and was on my guard when Jill turned back towards me. She smiled as if appraising her prey, similar to how I would imagine a cat would smile upon cornering a mouse if it were so inclined.

"So where were we? Carrie right?" she closed the feet between us in a subtle movement that made her seem to glide across the floor.

Looking up at those eyes, those deep black eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul, I managed only to nod.

"Oh yes." Jill grinned. "We were going to talk about you. So, where do you live sweetie?" She assumed a posture that was almost protective. Her left hand pressed against the wall above my right shoulder and her right hand went up to twine a strand of my brown hair and curl it around her fingers. I was sure I would faint at any moment. My breath was coming in short and fast.

"I... erm..." I fumbled. What did she ask me? Oh yeah. "205 Pyragon Court" I finally blurted out. "In the Westshire development." I added.

Jill smiled and the tip of her tongue left her lips and glided so slowly across her upper lip it held my gaze the entirety of its motion. I felt a desire again to kiss her and screamed internally to snap out of it.

"So, how did a pretty little thing from Westshire development end up way out here? I mean, it isn't exactly around the corner is it? A very long walk indeed." She pulled the strand of my hair, letting it slip through her fingers, but tugging gently on my scalp as she pulled away.

I was frozen to the spot. This tall, beautiful woman had me entranced to the point I couldn't move. "Well, actually... I was hoping to take you up on your offer of a ride home?" I squirmed as her hand moved to my cheek and her fingertips pressed to my skin. Electrical impulses flooded through my body from that one touch.

She smiled, and I noticed her eyes dip from my eyes to enjoy my cleavage from my recently fashioned top as it heaved with my deep breaths. "Sure sweetie. I'll give you a ride. What time do you have to be home?" Her fingertip slid down my cheek and under my chin, her thumb sliding across the top side of my chin simultaneously.

"I, well, actually, my mom is out... I umm... well, I am really ready to go home now." I managed as I felt my chest heaving harder in spite of my mental screams for my body to stop reacting this way.

"Unfortunately Carrie, I am not ready to take you now. So, what time do you HAVE to be home by?" She still smiled, but her eyes took on a sterner look, like she was warning me or something.

"Well, before 2:00 I guess. She will probably be out until the bar closes." I answered quietly.

"Good!" Jill ran her thumb across my lower lip. "That gives us almost five hours to get to know each other better."

"Yes!" one of the girls screamed out loud and I noted that the two girls who had been shooting against Jill were now high fiving each other. Of course, this moved Jill from me, a relief, a frustration... but my mind was quickly becoming unclouded.

Jill turned and looked at Sue who looked ready to cry. "I tried Mis" She quickly caught her voice in her mouth and shut her lips tightly. She looked at the floor and whispered. "I'm sorry Jill."

Jill did not look at all pleased. The other three girls were giggling in the corner, looking at Sue and whispering amongst each other. "That is one hundred dollars Jill." One of them finally approached the steaming Jill.

She glared hard at Sue and reached into her purse and extracted five twenties and handed them to the girl who approached her. This girl was the tallest of the group, probably close to six feet tall by my estimate. She had short brown hair that flowed down to her breasts in front. Her breasts were smallish as her entire body was thin and athletic. They were bound tightly in a tank top and didn't seem to be bound further by a bra as there were two prominent bumps pushing out against the tight cotton material.

The tank stopped just inches below her breasts. Her stomach was flat and muscular and was adorned with a belly button ring. Lower still, hanging from her hips, were a pair of leather shorts, clinging to her like a second skin. They were designed to hug the hips, not the waist, and thus were made with very little material. There were no legs to speak of as they just went straight across at her crotch, which also appeared prominently.

She held out her hand smiling at Jill, who gave her a sarcastic smile in reply as she handed over the five twenty dollar bills. "Choke on it Jackie." Then she walked over towards Sue, who cowered at her approach. "Time to earn that hundred dollars back slut." Jill grabbed her by the hair and Sue yelped and followed behind quickly as Jill led her into the hall.

I watched as she drug Sue behind her. Maybe the stranger was right. Perhaps I shouldn't be getting mixed up with Jill. I thought about calling my mom again. 

"You want to play?" Jackie offered a cue towards me, smiling as if to dare me to try.

I looked from her to the other two women. One was nearly as tall as Jackie, the other only a couple inches taller than me. They all seemed to be staring at me, waiting for me to take the cue.

"I'm sorry. I better not." I looked back over at Jill, who was now talking to four guys playing on one of the tables towards the front of the hall, still holding a crying Sue by the hair.

The three ladies laughed. Jackie broke her laughter a moment to address me. "Don't worry, we'll just play a game for fun. No bets okay?"

I looked back meekly. I figured I have nothing better to do at this point. "Okay." I agreed.

"Cool." Jackie smiled. "I'm Jackie." She held out her hand and I took it into a handshake. "This is Rachel." She pointed at the girl about her height but with long, white blonde hair, braided into a bun on her head. 

Rachel was very pretty. She had bright red lipstick that matched her red leather mini skirt. She wore a pair of matching red boots too and topped it off with a black leather vest that showed off her quite ample cleavage. She was extremely well rounded in her breasts, which made me think 'boob job'. She also had a knife strapped to the side of her skirt, which caused her skirt to hang precariously down on that side. We exchanged smiles and I looked over to the other woman.

"And this is Pinky," Jackie laughed. Pinky had dyed her hair a neon pink. It was spiky on top and cascaded down in the back to her shoulders. She wore a pink leather, well, I guess you could call it a teddy. It was tight and blossomed out at her average sized breasts. She wore thigh high matching pink boots. She smiled and gave Jackie a slight glare. "It's Darla." She corrected.

"By the way, Pinky, that's one hundred dollars you owe Rach." Jackie smiled. 

"I know." Darla answered. "I'm a little short, can I owe you?" She asked Rachel.

"Sure, normal interest though." Rachel laughed.

"Fine bitch." Darla muttered. She reached into the thigh of her boot and pulled out a fold of bills and handed her a hundred dollars from the wad, tucking what looked like ten times that amount back into the boot.

"Okay." Jackie smiled and handed me a cue stick. "I'll break, go over there and try not to be too impressed." She laughed again.

I started towards the corner where Pinky... I mean Darla was smiling. A step forward and I felt almost secondary to hearing a loud SMACK on my ass. It really stung, I mean, she smacked my ass hard. I reached back and rubbed my ass and turned to say something, but Jackie had already moved to the opposite end of the table to set up her break.

Darla and Rachel laughed as I walked over. "That hurt." I told them. They only laughed a little harder.

Jackie's break was spectacular, she sunk two solid balls and followed up by sinking a third before putting the fourth in between the corner pocket and a few of our balls. Darla stood up and took a position to shoot to the side pocket. It was a tough shot, but she made it and left the cue perfectly aligned for her next shot to the corner. After sinking that one, she left the cue between the opposite corner pocket and our balls, none of which had given her a clear shot.

Rachel did a combo off one of ours to sink one of hers and received a resounding SMACK to her ass from a laughing Jackie. Rachel rubbed her ass, much like I had done and smiled at Jackie.

I got up and saw a nice clean shot to the corner that would let me set up for another into the side. I took my stance, breathed out and screamed as I felt something touch my pussy through my panties. I jumped up and bumped the cue ball forward, turning around to see a giggling Jackie and Rachel, while Jackie pulled her cue up from between my legs acting like nothing was wrong. I glared at her and she just laughed. I guess I wasn't very menacing looking. 

Somehow, I must have been blessed. The shot, though very awkwardly sent by my jump, had somehow managed to sink the ball. However, the leave was terrible. I tried to angle for a shot, but I looked to make sure Jackie wasn't behind me. I wiggled into position and banked it off the wall to one of my balls in the center of the table, to ... YES! I sank it in the side pocket. 

I was smiling from ear to ear and Jackie and Rachel looked at me with their mouths slightly open. Darla gave me a high five and I lined up for a long shot down the right side. I saw Jackie moving towards me from the side of my eye and quickly lined up, breathed out and BAM sunk my third. Five balls to four, we were winning. I left the ball right there for the clean shot across to the other corner. Six down, only one and the eight.

I was lining up to bank to the side when Jackie stood right behind me and leaned into my back. She whispered into my ear. "I bet you won't make this shot."

I remembered the betting. Bad things happen. I didn't have any money anyway. "No thanks. I just don't have any money."

"I don't want your money." Jackie whispered. Her breasts pressed into my back a little she was so close. "Tell ya what. Let's bet time. If you make this shot, you can have me do whatever you want for fifteen minutes. If you miss, I get you for five minutes."

I stood up and turned to look at her. She had that dare ya look and I was feeling a little cocky at the moment, having just sank four balls in a row. I looked back at the shot. Not easy, but I was pretty sure I could do it. But, then again, what would I even want her to do for fifteen minutes? It was a silly dare bet at best. Maybe she would shine my new boots. "Okay, but you have to stand on the other side of the table." She wasn't going to throw me off my touching my pussy with her cue again.

She smiled at me. "No problem." Jackie walked to the side of the pool table opposite me and leaned forward. She crouched down and lifted her shirt resting her naked right breast on the side of the pool table and just smiled at me. Her nipple was erect and pressing out so I could tell if I sunk the ball, it would brush against her nipple on its way into the hole. 

I stood there, open mouthed awhile. What the hell was she doing in a public place showing her breast like this? I was amazed at her lack of inhibitions. Looking around, it was easy to see that a lot of others had noticed her exposure as well. It seemed everyone in the pool hall was now watching my shot, or more specifically, Jackie's breast.

I lined up the shot and practically held my breath. The pressure was a bit much with everyone watching my shot to see the ball rub Jackie's nipple. I hit the cue and watched the ball travel across the table, hit the targeted ball and it seemed almost slow motion as it rolled across the table and right for the hole. I couldn't help but stare as it rolled and bumped into Jackie's nipple and the look of pleasure on her face as it did so. Then the tell tale sound of the ball rolling into the hole and it was over. I had won.

Jackie covered her breast and smiled at me. "Good shot. Let's finish the game and I'll pay up."

That left just the eight ball and I hadn't really left myself too bad in spite of my concentration on sinking the last ball. I sunk it and we won. Darla came over and excitedly gave me a hug, which I returned. 

"Nice Carrie." Rachel complimented my game. "You really are pretty good. Maybe we should bet on the next game? How about triple or single? We win, we get you and Darla for fifteen minutes, you two win, you get us for forty-five minutes."

I was feeling pretty confident, but I didn't really feel like doing this and was about to say so. Then Darla spoke up. "Tell you what, since you are so eager, how about you put up a month and we put up a week?"

This stopped Rachel and Jackie in their giggling and they gave a long pause. They whispered to each other and then turned with a rather fierce look on their faces. "You're on." They said in unison.

I apparently was included by silence because I never consented to any such arrangement. Still, here I was taking the break shot. Darla had apparently gained great confidence in my abilities after our first victory. I sunk the three and the five on the break and her confidence appeared well placed. 

I smirked as I noted the distressed look on the faces of Rachel and Jackie quite opposite the gleeful expression on Darla's face. Moving for my next shot, I leaned in and lined up the one ball and smacked it into the corner pocket. This shot unfortunately left me nowhere to go, so I tried a hard bank on the two that left the cue in a moderately easy shot at the twelve and tapped the two to block the side pocket.

Rachel led off and easily sank the twelve and followed up with the nine and eleven balls before running out of plays with a tap to the ten. Darla sank the easy shot I left her on the two ball putting us up into the lead again. Her next shot went horribly wrong though and she lined Jackie up for an easy sink of the fourteen, followed by the finish on the ten, followed by a nice block of the corner pocket with the thirteen. My shot again, I sunk the seven and left myself easy with the four in the corner. The six was just behind the eight and I tried a difficult bank. I didn't sink it, but I gave Rachel a dreadful position on the cue. Rachel managed to hit the fifteen behind the six. Nice block as Darla actually tried to sink both and succeeded, but lost the turn to Jackie.

My heart was pounding. Jackie had only to sink the thirteen and the eight. She carefully lined up for the thirteen and sunk it, with a fair leave for the eight. I could hear my heart pounding in trepidation. Jackie smiled at me and winked and hit the eight straight into the bank. She missed! I quickly lined up my shot and saw victory at hand. 

Leaning in, I was so overcome with the ease of the shot, I hadn't noticed Jackie slip behind me. Just as I started pushing the cue stick forward, Jackie slid a finger between my legs along my pussy over my panties. I squealed and pushed forward, the stick to the cue to the eight ... to the corner pocket. I had done it!

I quickly moved away from a disappointed Jackie as Darla ran over and screamed over our victory giving me a hug and a kiss on the lips.

Rachel and Jackie consoled in the corner for awhile. "Fine, one month starting when we finish playing Darla. Unless..." Jackie smiled.




Darla's Games Day 01



"You really want to up the stakes?" Darla laughed. "No way I am giving up a month of control. No fucking way." 

Jackie walked over to us, a smirk on her face. "How about we play for money?"

Darla laughed. "How much do you have to loose?"

Jackie smiled. "Four Hundred dollars?"

Darla looked at me and smiled. "You're on."

I turned to Darla open mouthed. "Darla, I don't have any money."

Darla smiled at me and said, "Just don't lose. I have the four hundred, but if we lose you owe me okay?"

I looked at her unsurely. "Please, can we just not do this? That was very close and Jackie keeps touching me. She almost made me miss that last shot."

"Jackie, no more touching Carrie when she is shooting okay?" Darla stated more than asked.

Jackie smiled. "Okay. I won't touch her when she is shooting."

The break was fair at best. Sinking one of each, I got my choice and shot another high off the board to end my run. Rachel ran three. Darla barely sunk one. Jackie ran two more. My turn again, I ran a set of three and choked on the twelve. Rachel sank her last and followed up with the eight in the corner. They had won.

"Cough it up girls." Rachel smiled.

Jackie walked over and Darla pulled a wad of cash from her boot. "Oh damn. Where the hell did my money go?" She counted out two hundred dollars and pushed the rest back into her boot. It looked to me like she had at least another five hundred there. "Sorry Carrie, I can't cover you."

Jackie walked up to me. "I already know you don't have it. Tell you what. I'll pay you two hundred dollars for all your clothes and we can call it even."

I looked at her puzzled and remorseful. "Umm. Okay, should I drop them off to you tomorrow?"

Jackie laughed. "Tomorrow? Hell no. I want them right now. Take them off right here."

"What?!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Okay. Tell you what. You pay up the next month to Darla for us and we will let you off of the two hundred." She smiled. She had me. Was Darla in on the plan?

"Umm. Okay." I figured I'll be doing some laundry, cleaning, that kind of stuff for the next month.

Darla stepped in. "No way. We had both of you for a month. If she wants to take it she has to give me two months."

I looked at her. Was this my partner? Maybe she was just pissed about the two hundred dollars. I can't say I blamed her.

"Well?" Jackie smiled at me in a very mischievous smile. "You okay with that Carrie?"

I was squirming at this point. No way I could come up with two hundred dollars. Two months of cleaning, cooking, who knows what else. I was stressing hard. "Okay." I finally whispered. "Two months Darla."

Darla smiled and Jackie laughed and walked back to Rachel to inform her what I agreed to do for them. They high fived.

Darla turned to me. "So, really you have nothing to bet anymore, so I guess you are done. Come with me." Darla led the way back to the bathroom and I followed. I hadn't noticed Jackie and Rachel following us as well.

Once inside the lady's room, Darla turned to me and looked me up and down. "Strip." She ordered.

I laughed and looked for her laugh, but it never came. I could feel my mouth wide open. I just stared at her for awhile. "What?" I asked as if I must have heard her wrong.

"Your ass is mine for two months Carrie. I told you to strip. Take all your clothes off and put them in the sink. Do it now."

I continued to look for the smile that would tell me she was joking, but it didn't come. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but refused to let them fall. "Please Darla. I mean, why do you want my clothes?"

Darla looked a bit angry. "It doesn't matter why. You agreed to this, it wasn't even my idea. If I had Rachel and Jackie, who believe me, I would have preferred, you would be watching them strip naked right now. Just do it."

As if to seal my fate, I noticed Rachel and Jackie blocking the door to the lady's room. "Please Darla. I can clean or cook or whatever. I'll get you the two hundred dollars if you give me a few days. Don't make me do this, please?" I begged.

"Too long. Rach, Jackie, help her out of her clothes. I'll teach her to listen if it's the last thing I do." With that said, Rachel and Jackie grabbed my arms and I went to scream. Next thing I knew, I was held fast and Darla slapped me hard across the face. "Don't you ever scream bitch or I swear I'll hurt you." 

The sting of that blow cut off my scream and brought a flood of tears from my eyes.

"Oh God. Are you going to cry now Carrie? You need to grow up little girl." Darla sneered at me. Though I could barely see her through my blurred eyes.

SMACK! I did, however, feel her hand slap my face the other way. I cried out anew, but kept my voice low to keep Darla's anger down.

Next thing I knew, Jackie and Rachel were pulling my arms behind my back and up painfully. Darla stepped forward, wiped off one of my tears with her finger and licked it. "mmm. Salty." She smiled.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and strip or do I need to do it for you?"

I sobbed. Jackie and Rachel let go of my arms, but blocked any escape route I may have been hoping to find. I stumbled to avoid falling to the floor.

With trembling fingers and blurred vision, I reached for the top button of my top and took a very long time to remember how buttons work. When I finally got the top button undone, Darla reached forward and saying "Too long," she grabbed the fabric and yanked it to send the bottom button flying into the wall. I shook as my breasts came loose.

"Not bad", Darla commented, gazing at my breasts as they stood out proudly in their teenage buoyancy. I blushed and went to cover them with my arms, but Darla was having none of it.

She grabbed my chin in her hand and looked me in the eyes. "You will not cover yourself up from me again. Understand?"

I was bawling now, quietly but continuously. Tears splashed down on my breasts as I shifted the shirt off my shoulder and tossed it into the sink and moved my hands to my sides.

"Well?" Darla looked at me as I shook in tears.

It dawned on me that I was supposed to be doing something and my hands trembled their way to the button on the skirt. I yanked at it, hearing another tearing sound on the hip as the button worked its way out of the slotted hole and with a zip, I slid the brief skirt down off my hip and let it drop to my feet. I bent over and pulling one foot out at a time, tossing the skirt in the sink. 

The girls all stared admiring my ass. Darla let out an exasperated sigh. "Little girl, I understand this is like a traumatic experience for you or whatever, but you are wasting my time. Get the rest of your fucking clothes off now."

I bent and pulled the remaining fabric off and folded it neatly on the skirt inside the sink, now standing completely naked except for my boots. Darla just stared at the boots. I quickly took the meaning and with a balancing act that I am sure revealed every inch of my body, I fumbled the boots and socks off and stood at last completely naked.

The bathroom seemed so cold then. The floor felt like ice on my feet. I wanted so badly to hug myself in my own arms, but was afraid to elicit Darla's anger again.

She started walking around me, appraising me, mmming and ahhhing and something like "not bad". I broke into a new wave of tears when I heard her say she couldn't wait to mark me.

"Okay Carrie, here is the deal." Darla stood right in front of me and looked me right in the eyes. "I like to play games, in case you haven't figured that out yet. I also like to gamble. I don't like to lose. You are going to pay me back by entertaining me with games for the next two months. You might hate me or love me at the end of our time together; I truly don't give a shit either way. But you will do as you are told or you will suffer consequences. I own you for two months, there is no negotiation of that fact unless I make it so."

"Now, tonight, we don't have a whole lot of time. After all, I need to get you back home before mummy when the bars close." She laughed. "I am leaving to get my car. I will pull around back of the pool hall. On the way out the door, I will need to talk to Jill and may need to say goodbye to some other people, you never really know who you will meet in this place." She laughed and Jackie and Rachel giggled with her.

"Here is the game. Your clothes are coming with me. I am going to leave you naked in the bathroom. If you go out the bathroom door, there is a back exit down the hall to the right. I'd check the hall first before running down it, but there is always the chance you will be seen anyway if someone rounds the corner to see your naked ass. 

"It might take me 2 minutes to get around back; it might take me an hour. I'm not entirely sure and neither are you. So, use your best judgment and run out back when you are ready. I will drive by once. If you aren't there when I drive around, I am gone with your clothes and you are stuck out back of the bar completely naked. If you get out there too early, well, what can I say, keep your ass low and maybe no one will see you.

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek softly. "Your crying turns me on so much little girl, I am going to enjoy these two months, and maybe it will be worth the $200." And then, she was gone.

I stood there a minute sobbing, then, realizing I was completely naked in the middle of the bathroom; I ran into a stall and locked it. I thought for a long time, what the hell did I get myself into and how long should I wait to leave. I couldn't believe I was going to run out of here naked and wait outside for who knows how long without a stitch of clothes on. Would she really leave me here naked? Yes, I had to admit I believe she would.

How much time had passed, I don't know, but it had to have been two minutes. Screwing up as much courage as I could find in me, I stepped out of the stall and listened at the bathroom door. Lots of noise out there blocked any chance of hearing footsteps approaching. I listened as hard as I could and then slowly, oh so slowly pulled the door open just a crack. 

I didn't see anyone. How long would that last though? I had no idea. I was trembling so hard I thought I would faint. I finally decided to just rip off the band-aid and I opened the door and ran for the back exit. I heard voices behind me, I have no idea if they saw me or were just random sounds emanating from the main pool hall, but I never looked back to check. I ran as fast as I could to the back door, threw the door open and leapt outside, pulling the door closed behind me. 

Sure enough, I heard it lock and thought to myself, 'well that was stupid Carrie, what if she never shows up? You can't get back in that way now.' I decided instead of panicking to take in my surroundings. It was the back of a plaza. Nothing remarkable. It was dark, full of trash cans and debris. I saw glittering on the ground, likely broken bottles from countless parties out here. I decided to hide behind the nearest trash can until Darla arrived. After all, I could be here for an hour; I had no way of knowing. I kept my butt low to the ground as I nearly duck walked over to the nearest trash bin some 10 yards away. I was careful to look at the ground from the moonlight and avoid any broken glass. A slight breeze kept me shivering as I made the journey. The smells of filth and waste rose up from the trash bin to assail my senses further. I huddled myself into a ball, knees to my chest, arms wrapped tight around my legs. I sobbed, but there were few tears left to cry.

It seemed an eternity had already passed and I realized that I had no way to keep track of time. Not that it would help, I also had no way to know what time she would arrive. I just rocked on my feet. My mind went into a blur. Was I set up from the start? Did Rick plan all this to happen? Why am I such an idiot? Why would I let this just happen to me?

I started to shudder with the unanswered questions. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world just then. I mustered up just enough hydration to release two more huge tears, one from each eye. And I waited.

Didn't Rick realize I wasn't there with him? He would have to wouldn't he? I mean, I was supposed to be his date. Did he just mean to ditch me here dressed like a slut or did he mean all this to happen as well? What an asshole he is. What an idiot I am. And I waited.

What if she never shows? What if I am left here naked? Oh God, what if I had to call my mom to pick me up naked at a pool hall? She would kill me! Why do I feel excited? I reached down between my legs and felt my pussy and realized it was wet. The breeze wasn't helping and I quickly whipped my hand away as if I had just discovered a big piece of dog poop on my shoe. I was disgusted by this new discovery. And I waited.

I started singing to myself, rocking back and forth on my feet, ball to heel and back again to a rhythm and beat in my head. How long has it been? And I waited.

I heard a noise. Is someone coming? What will I do or say if I am discovered, cowering naked behind a trash can? Oh, thank God, it's just a cat. And I waited.

Finally, when I thought I would just try to find my way home, walking in the bushes, a pair of headlights started down the alley. I nearly jumped up and ran to them, but hesitated. Surely, no one else would be driving down this alley at night. I mean, what would be the point? A random lottery chance of finding a naked teenage girl? I nearly laughed aloud. I stood up then, in case she didn't see me, and started waving to Darla.

The car pulled forward. I started to move out from the trash can now, my salvation was at hand. The car pulled closer. I heard a window roll down. "Holy Shit!" I gasped. It was a male voice. I ducked back behind the trash can to the sound of laughter from the car. I peeked up over the trash can and they pulled right up by it. The guy turned off the engine and got out.

I thought to myself I am going to be raped. This is it. This is my nightmare. But even as I swore the footsteps walked towards me and I clinched my eyes in fear, I heard the footsteps walking away from me. I opened my eyes and sure enough, the guy was walking towards the back of his car. 

That was when I noticed that there was a second car behind the first. "Well, here you go. I can't believe you actually would go through that much trouble to make $20." The guy laughed. 

Darla's voice called out from the second car. "Stand up and get in the car Carrie."

She couldn't be serious. No way was I showing this guy my body again. "The second car." She laughed. "And hurry up or I'm leaving your ass."

Well, that was enough to remove any modesty I had left so I dashed, one arm over my boobs, the other holding my hand over my crotch as I ran bare ass naked to the second car. The guy looked at me and laughed and then I realized, there was a girl in his passenger seat who roared with laughter at my predicament. 

I ran straight for the driver side and as I got close enough to see Darla she motioned to the passenger side door. I wasted no time in changing directions and ran around the back of the car to the other door. Her car was a two door, but not a small sporty style. It was a much older car, very big inside. Jill sat in the passenger seat and as I went to open the door, she smiled at me when it was locked.

"Please let me in", I begged.

Jill laughed. "Put your hands behind your head."

"Come on please!" I begged again.

"Bitch, I can wait all night, but I doubt Darla will." Jill laughed back at me.

I quickly put my hands behind my head and then ripped them back down to cover me somewhat. The guy wasn't going anywhere. In fact his girlfriend joined him as they sat on the trunk of their car. They were laughing and talking to each other about my predicament.

"Leave them up there until I let you in" Jill barked. I complied, tears reforming as the couple and the five girls in the car laughed.

"Now shake your titties for me." Jill laughed. Everyone heard her and they laughed along with her.

I saw no way out of this so I just did it. I felt like an idiot. I felt more exposed than I had ever been in my life. I wished the world would swallow me whole right then and there. "Get in!" She laughed. I now saw a problem. There were the three girls in the back seat and Darla and Jill in the front. Where the hell was I going to sit? I guess she noticed the dilemma on my face because she finally helped me.

"She's your slut Darla. Where do you want her?" Jill asked. I was still standing outside naked with my hands behind my head.

Darla laughed. "Fuck it, throw her in back with those hos".

Jill got up out of the car, meaning I had to back away to let her out. She lifted the seat and let me climb in. Jackie, Rachel and Sue groaned at my intrusion and finally Sue, who was in the middle, slid over towards Jackie to leave a little room between her and Rachel.

I climbed in and sat my naked ass on the leather back seat and felt immediately more naked if that was possible by the touch of clothes rubbing against me from either side.

Jill climbed in and we were off, backing out of the alley, leaving the couple on the trunk making out even as we left. Jill turned in her seat and flicked on the overhead light. "Well, I guess things didn't work out too well then huh Carrie?" She laughed.

I didn't feel much like talking so I just looked at my bare feet. I started wondering where my clothes were. As if they knew it tormented me more, Sue and Rachel kept fidgeting in their seats so that the clothing that I was still denied constantly rubbed against my bare flesh. The girls were all talking; I completely zoned out and remembered how my perfect date with the college boy fell apart.

There came a silence in the car, just some giggling around me and as I looked up to see Jill staring back at me, I figured someone must have asked me a question.

Her eyes were piercing as mine made my way up to meet them. "I asked you a question Carrie."

I didn't feel like I would ever be able to speak again, but somehow, I croaked through my misery. "Sorry, I didn't hear."

Jill smiled, an almost gentle smile, she was so confusing. "I asked if you are sure your mommy won't be home until 2."

Were they really going to keep me out until 2? I had no idea what time it was, but we couldn't have been playing pool more than an hour. "Umm, yeah, I guess a little after that is usually when she gets home." I mumbled.

Darla was driving along and Jill winked at me before turning, "Pull over Darla, at the liquor store."

Darla pulled into a parking lot, a rather well lit parking lot. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs again. 

"Rach, Jackie, go get something, you have all the fucking money." Darla laughed.

"Fine, I'll go." Jackie smiled and Jill let her out of the car. 

I looked around and noticed a few people hanging out in the parking lot. I was terrified that they would look in through the window and see me.

"Carrie, it's just after 10, that gives us all about 4 hours to get to know each other. I thought we could chat at your house for awhile." Jill smiled, turning to face me in the seat.

It took me a while to realize what she was suggesting and when I got it, my eyes flew open. No way were they partying at my house. "Umm that isn't a good idea. I mean, I can't really have parties at my house, my mom would be pissed."

Jill reached back and gently placed a finger to my lips. "Shhhh. I won't tell mommy if you don't. Besides, you aren't dressed for any of the parties we would like to go to. I mean, well if you really want to go to another party, we can..." She trailed off to leave that picture in my mind. And I saw myself walking around naked, people pointing and laughing at me.





Darla's Games Day 01



"Ermm." Another stream of tears fell from my eyes. "No, we can go back to my place." I whispered.

"Cool!" Jill exclaimed. She then looked at me again in that soft sensuous look that had me about to kiss her earlier. "I can't wait to see your bedroom." She emphasized the word bedroom with the sexiest, throatiest lilt I had ever heard.

The four of them laughed at her remark. I was mortified. Beyond the messy state of my bedroom, I admit I am not the cleanest person in the world, there was the idea that Jill would try to seduce me. I'm not a lesbian! I screamed it in my mind, but no words came to my lips as I looked at my knees, pondering a way out.

Jackie returned with a couple of brown bags in her arms and Jill let her in. "Here, hold this Carrie." She handed one bag out to me and I reluctantly dropped my knees but grasped the bag and held it tight to my chest, grateful for the cover it offered.

She climbed in and I was pressed between Sue and Rachel once more. Jill climbed around in her seat and reached for the bag I held. "What did you get Jackie?" She opened the top of the bag and looked inside. "Wine coolers?" She stated with a sound of disappointment. 

"Well, I thought for our guest, something tasty." Jackie laughed. Then she rummaged in her own bag and pulled out a huge bottle of Southern Comfort. "And this!" 

Jill smiled, "Sweet!"

Darla was pulling out of the parking lot during this exchange and I just hugged the wine coolers tightly on the fifteen minute drive back to my house. Internally, I struggled with all that had happened and all that was going to happen. I wondered if they would let me have my clothes back to get into the house. I wondered if anyone would be outside when we arrived. I wondered if anyone would see and tell my mom that five grown up women had gone into my house with me tonight. The anxiety was crashing around me. I completely blocked out their conversation again.

"Carrie!" Darla yelled out at me, breaking away my recent thought of being led naked into my house.

I looked up at her in the rear view mirror. "Ummm. Huh?" I stammered.

"Where do I turn?" Darla demanded, angry I hadn't answered her the first time she asked.

I looked up through the windshield to see where we were. The sign for my development was there, lit up before us. "Oh, umm, second left, then right and it's the second set of town homes on the left, next to last house."

She drove on. I couldn't block out the conversation anymore. I needed to hear it actually to find out what their plan was once we got to the door.

Jill asked, "Where is the key?"

I stammered. "Oh, it's umm in my skirt pocket."

Darla laughed. "What?" Jill asked her.

"I didn't know. I didn't check." She answered. 

"Fuck! Where are her clothes Darla?" Jill asked with a flash of anger.

"Relax. I'm just kidding. Under my seat." Darla laughed.

Jill reached under and extracted my clothes. She found the ripped up skirt and reached in the pocket for the key. She found it, took it in her hand, and then tossed the clothes back under Darla's seat. The hopeful look in my eye that I was going to get my clothes back was instantly dashed away as I sadly saw here return them to Darla, I assumed their rightful owner. 

Darla pulled into my mom's parking space. Even that insulted me for some reason. The girls in the back were chatting, I was hugging the bag and Darla turned off the car. She and Jill unlatched their seatbelts and turned in their seats to face me.

"Game time!" Darla giggled. Jill just smiled at me with that seductive glare that made me want to be as close to her as possible while simultaneously as far away from her as possible.

"Okay Carrie. Jill is going to open the door and we are all going inside. You stay here in the car. The game is this; you will count to one hundred, like hide and seek!" She laughed. "Be sure to close your eyes, no peeking." She giggled.

"I am going to lock your front door. So you will have to come around back. In the back yard, I am going to hide all of your clothes, let's see, that is two boots, two socks, a shirt, skirt and panties. You find them all and put them on and come on inside and we will party. For every item you don't have on your body when you get inside, I get hmmm... how about another week for each item? That should be interesting."

I looked up at her, wondering if the question was really a question. "No, that isn't fair." I mumbled. 

Jill smiled. "She's right Darla. You can't tack on more time without offering her the possibility of decreasing time."

Darla looked dejected when Jill took up for me. "Fine, for every item you don't have on when you come in, I get one thing from your house."

I looked up. "Umm, I can't do that. It isn't really my house." I whispered.

"Fine, from your room then." Darla said exasperated, but in finality.

"Please. I don't want to play." I pleaded. 

Darla laughed. "Get used to it honey, it's going to be a long two months."

Jill smiled at me. She almost whispered. "Sorry sweetie, I wish you had stayed off the table, but bets are bets. You'll be okay."

I confess, though I had seen her being harsh and it scared me, she had a way of being so sweet, so seductive, it helped, a lot.

No discussion followed as the girls exited the car, my clothes in Darla's hand and the bag of wine coolers taken from my lap. I sat there in disbelief. I was going to be running around my back yard naked in a little while. There was no way out of this. I could stay in the car. But what would Darla do to me if I did? It was too terrifying to consider. I started counting in my head, one ... two... three... The door was shut with the five of them inside by the time I got to four. I shuddered, holding my knees and looking around for any signs of life on the street. It was only about 10:30 I figured, so it wouldn't be unheard of for neighbors to pull in from whatever outings they might be on. Damn, I forgot to count, that was a good four seconds I guessed. Eight... nine... ten...

Damn! Why am I in this mess? Two months of this? I don't know, maybe I can just run away. Well, okay, maybe she is just messing with me tonight and will never show up again. Damn! Why did I tell them where I lived? Twenty... Twenty-One...

This is all Rick's fault. That complete asshole! Fucking college kids! I hate them! Thirty-four... Thirty-five...

A set of car lights to the left. I dived to the floor and shuddered there naked on the floor of the back of the car. I just lay there and counted the rest out. Ninety-nine... One hundred. I peeked up. No signs of activity. I leaned the car seat forward. I looked left and right and back and front. Thankfully, no one around. I flicked off the overhead light and opened the door and ran like hell around the neighbor's house to get to my own back yard.

I listened intently for any sounds. I snuck up to the edge of outside of the row of townhouses and peeked around the corner. Of course my ass was showing back at the road, but I dared to hope nobody would pull in at that time. The coast was clear. I saw a boot lying in the middle of the back yard. I made a run for it. 

It was dark, fortunately. Only a few illuminated windows in the back of the row of houses. Thank god none of my neighbors were having a deck party tonight. I grabbed the boot and held it up against me for some kind of cover. FLASH! 

I nearly screamed when my back yard was flooded with light from the overheads and the back door was lit up by the door light. I was standing bare ass naked holding a boot in the brightly lit back yard of my house. God! Should anyone look out back, I am not only visible, but on spotlight!

I began running around the back yard. I found a sock tucked in the stair. I decided to just put the sock and boot on the step and find something that offered more cover. They hadn't had too long to hide everything. It shouldn't be this hard. There, hanging from the back door light, was my shirt. I ran and grabbed it. *RIP* Shit! I tugged too hard. Oh well, its some kind of cover. I quickly pull the now shoulderless garment around my back, tuck my arms into the arm holes and button the lone remaining button to hide my breasts... mostly... from view.

I'm still naked from the waist down... I search frantically. There! Up on a tree branch are my panties. I run and jump for them. They are so high. I jump again, just touching them but not getting a grip on them. I run back to the stairs, sitting my bare ass on the cold step, I tug on the sock, then the boot. I run back and leap as hard as I can off the foot with the boot on it and get a grip of the panty. It comes down and I tug them on. Sure my ass is still hanging out, but at least my pussy is covered. 

I am feeling good now. I only have three items to find. There! A dull shine in the woods. Fuck! They threw the other boot back in the woods! How far back did they go with my skirt and other sock? I scramble through the woods to get the boot and tug it without the sock onto my other foot. Two more items to find. Damn, where could they be?

I looked out, up, down. I ran back towards the house, then back towards the woods. My skirt! It was way way up in a tree! They must have thrown it up there. It was lying over a branch about twelve feet up. I'd have to climb. Fine! I can do this. I grabbed the tree and started climbing. Ouch that hurts; bark on bare thighs is not a good thing. My excitement at being done outweighed any pain I felt. I climbed higher. Shit, I think I am bleeding! I wrapped my legs around the tree and struggled higher still. 

Damnit that feels good on my near naked pussy. NO! What am I thinking? I climb higher; the friction is so damned good. I could just get off real fast on this tree. NO! Damn Carrie, get your head together! I reach out for it. Almost there, just a few more inches. I climb higher. I grab the skirt and pull it down. *RIP*

Damn! It was hooked on a twig. Well, I can change inside, I hope. I start shimmying down the tree. Oh my God that feels good... NO! Stop it Carrie! I yell at myself. I get to the bottom of the tree and inspect my thighs. Damn they are scratched up bad. I pull on the skirt, too fast, *RIP* The hip is a few millimeters of fabric. I button them very carefully and run for the back door. It's locked! I bang and hear laughter inside.

"Coming!" I hear Rachel's voice from upstairs. I look in through the back door and see her declining the stairs. Damn! They have been in my room. She opens the door and I jump inside. I am panting and my thighs are filthy from the tree. They are bleeding a little too. 

"She is fully dressed Darla!" Rachel yells up the stairs. "You look like you could use some cleaning up." She says to me.

"Yeah" I mumbled. "The skirt was up there pretty high."

"She never thought you'd get it." Rachel laughed.

Jill, Darla, Sue and Jackie came down stairs together. "Nice room." Darla commented. Jackie snickered and Jill slapped her in the back of the head. She stopped at once.

"Sit down and have a drink Carrie." Jill invited as they all moved toward the table. "You deserve it."

I moved, elated to be inside, towards the table. We all sat down and they offered me a wine cooler, which I accepted and gulped thirstily. It tasted like fruit juice, maybe a little different. I guess it was the alcohol in it. Wow! I was drinking alcohol! A few more gulps and I sat the remaining half of the bottle down on the table. 

"Wow, you were thirsty huh?" Jackie smiled at me. I noticed the Southern Comfort was open and the four of them were drinking it in small glasses from my cupboards.

"Congratulations I guess," Darla resentfully offered to Jill's prodding.

I smiled in spite of everything. 

Jill looked at my thighs then. "Oh Carrie. We have to clean that up, you could get an infection."

"It's okay." I muttered. "Just some scratches." I got up and headed over to the paper towel holder and extracted one, then went to put it under cold water.

Jill approached me. "Here, let me help." She grabbed my hips and turned me around to face her. I had to look up at her, but her eyes were on mine at once and I struggled to tear away from her magical hold. I couldn't. She half lifted, half helped me up on to the countertop and took the towel from my hand. She dabbed it so gently on my thighs. I just watched her, mesmerized, unable to stop her.

She parted my legs wide with her left hand while dabbing gently with her right. Up my thighs, down my thighs, up my thighs. Oh God this was getting out of hand. After dabbing at all the dark marks left by the tree bark, she gently caressed my cheek and looked me in the eyes. "Be right back". She walked over and started rummaging through the cabinets. Finally she returned with a brown bottle that made me wince.

Noticing my reaction, Jill smiled at me. "It will just sting a little."

The other four girls were only a few feet away, but Jill made me feel like she was the only one there with me at that time. I bit my lip in anticipation of the pain as I watched her pouring peroxide onto a paper towel and then directly onto the open scrapes on my legs. It definitely burned. I tried not to make a sound, but groaned just the same.

She was tender though, and cleaned my scrapes well before helping me down off the counter and handing me my wine cooler. I drank greedily, the numbness it offered quickly taking away the sting.

"Let's play cards!" Jackie offered when Jill and I returned.

"Maybe another time." Darla smiled. "We only have about three hours after all." She laughed, as did the other girls. I felt stupid because I didn't get the joke at all. "Okay, let's see it all." Darla looked at me. 

I had no idea what she was talking about. My face must have told her so. 

"The clothes, ditz. Let me see them all."

I rolled my eyes. Like she couldn't tell! So I stood up and flashed my panties from under my skirt.

Darla laughed. "Fine, you have your panties. Let's see the socks."

I started pulling off my boot and it dawned on me. I only had one sock! Damn! In my celebration of my skirt I forgot to go back to find the remaining sock. It must have shown in my face. I pulled off the boot with the sock and showed her my socked foot, lifting it up in the air. Then I lowered my chin and looked at the table. "I don't have the other sock." I mumbled.

"YES!" Darla yelled. Jill actually looked sad for me. Jackie and Rachel laughed. Sue giggled.

"Let's go to your room!" Darla nearly jumped up out of her chair. I fell into line behind her a bit dejected. How could I forget the sock?

As I walked in behind Darla, Jill right behind me and the others behind her, I instantly noticed that they had been in here while I was looking for my clothes. My closet was rummaged through. The doors of my dresser were half open. If anything it was messier than ever. I looked insulted but no one took any notice of me.

"Sit!" Darla pointed at the messed up bed and I sat down. "Sue, every pair of scissors you can find, now!" Sue scrambled off as soon as Jill nodded at her. She actually ran.

"You see pumpkin, I have been up here for awhile, with the others, and we decided that your entire wardrobe needs a makeover. Now, I only get one thing, so I am taking your hamper. Of course, I am going to fill it with whatever I choose before I leave. 

I noticed her look at Jill. It was odd. This was her game, I was hers, but somehow, Jill still held a control over it. It was like she was the referee or something. Apparently she got the look, or lack of look that she wanted and she smiled.

"We will start here." Darla pulled my panty drawer clear out of the dresser and turned it over into the hamper. "You will not wear panties for the next two months. Maybe never again." She laughed. 

My mouth just dropped. What the hell? She was taking this much over one lousy sock? I was not in control and I realized that. There would be no fair play call this time.

She reached next for my bra drawer and likewise emptied it into the hamper, smiling at me, enjoying the further look of horror on my face. "No panties or bras. You'll probably thank me later." She laughed. Jackie and Rachel were rummaging around in my closet, throwing their own laughter in now and then. Jill just leaned against the wall. She watched, somewhat interested, and then flipping some earrings out of a ceramic knick knack, she withdrew a cigarette and lit it, using my knick knack shell as an ashtray.

She kept right on rummaging through drawers. She tossed most of it on a pile on the bed and likewise, Jackie and Rachel brought piles of my clothes from the closet and tossed them on the bed. I couldn't believe that all my underwear were gone. I just drank my wine cooler and watched in a continuing state of disbelief. Jill left for a minute and came back exchanging my empty bottle for a full one. Sue returned with four pair of scissors and Darla handed one to Rachel, one to Jackie and offered one to Jill, who declined and sat next to me on the bed. Darla shrugged and gave the last pair to Sue, who smiled eagerly at the inclusion.

Darla grabbed Sue's chin a moment and looked into her eyes. "Slutty, not illegal." She laughed and kissed Sue on the nose as Sue smiled.

The next two hours, I trembled and shook in Jill's arms, sipping on my wine cooler as my entire wardrobe was being destroyed. Holes and rips were cut into all my jeans in provocative places. Skirts were reduced to nothing beyond mid-thigh. Shirts were altered to show more cleavage. Anything they felt was hopeless went into the hamper. All the scraps went into the hamper. At length, the hamper was heaped above the rim with pieces of my wardrobe. They were fast, thorough, and efficient. They rehung all my clothes or replaced them into the drawers from which they came. Around 1:00 am, Jill told Darla the time.

I was nursing my fourth wine cooler and was admittedly wasted. I had never really drunk anything beyond a sip or two of wine before and this was definitely going to my head. Jill just talked softly to me the whole time and engaged me in conversation about school, about my mom, about what I like to do. It was a welcome distraction as the other four girls ripped my clothes apart, laughing and talking amongst themselves as if I were not even there.

Darla tossed a pair of my pajamas at me and as I turned around, my room was cleaner than it had been in months. 

"Rule time Carrie. This is important shit, don't daze off because if you break my rules for the next two months I can add more time. Ask Jill if you don't think that is true."

The way she said Jill, kind of resentfully, made me look at Jill. She scowled at Darla, but did not reject her statement. I looked at Darla, who momentarily looked resentful she had used that tone towards Jill, but quickly wiped it from her visage and turned to me.

"No panties or bras, I think that is established. When you are on your period, you can wear a pair of shorts to keep your string in or whatever. Otherwise, I do not want to see you in anything but a skirt. That means at school, after school, wherever. I left you some jeans because it will get cold in the winter. When it is cold, you will carry a skirt with you wherever you are going and once inside, you will change into it."

"You don't have a cell phone do you?" She looked at me, actually waiting for an answer.

"No." I mumbled. Two months without underwear... I had to shrug that thought off and listen to these damned rules.

"Here." She tossed a cell phone at me. "You keep it on vibe at school, or all the time if you want, but if I call you best answer. You are not to use it to call out. Get me? You run up my bill I will collect and we know you don't have any money right?

I nodded.

"You are my entertainment for the next two months; you have nothing else of value I want, so the sooner you get that through your cute little head the better. Now, more rules. Every day when you come home from school, and you are to come straight home from school, none of these little side trips, or whatever you teens do these days; you will come right to your room and take off your clothes. You will stay naked in your room until either I call you and tell you to do otherwise or until your mommy calls you down for dinner. Lock or don't lock the door, I don't care; it's your body if you want someone to see it. You will do your little homework up here, naked every day.




Darla's Games Day 01



"After dinner, if I haven't called you, which will be a rarity over the next two months, you can have the rest of the night to do as you wish. But any time spent in your room is to be naked time. You can put on pajamas to leave your room, but you will sleep naked. 

"Weekends are mine, you figure out how to get away from mommy, but I'll pick you up Saturdays and Sundays. Should you ever be relieved of a weekend with me, and don't think that is ever going to happen because it won't, but if something happens that I can't take you one weekend day, then go have fun with your friends... skirts and no panties. 

"One more thing. The bush has got to go. Shave it, wax it, whatever, but get rid of all your little pussy hair. I will check tomorrow, it better be bald as the day you were born.

"Well, that is it for now. We have about 45 minutes before mommy gets home. I know! Let's play a game!"

I cast my eyes to the floor. Please, not another stupid game. I hate her.

"I'll make this one easy. You won't even have to be outside naked!" Darla nearly squealed. "I'll even offer you a chance to get some time back. All you have to do is hold out longer than Sue." She smiled at me as if I should thank her or something. I just looked at her having no clue what she was talking about, I guess it eventually showed or clicked for her.

"Umm. I keep forgetting how young you are." She laughed. "Okay, here it is, spelled out, you and Sue will lie on your bed and play with yourselves. The first one to cum is the loser. If you win, I take a week off, if she wins, you owe me another week."

I looked at her mortified. No freaking way I was going to masturbate in front of her, let alone the other three and with Sue doing the same thing right next to me. "No." I found my voice this time.

Jill smiled at me. Darla looked pissed. "What do you mean no?"

I mustered up some courage from deep inside my drunken state and stood up. "No fucking way I am masturbating in front of you. And no fucking way I am betting a week that she will cum first. No!"

Darla actually laughed. "Well, there are ways to force you to play. But, I think we would all prefer you do it the way I said. You will cum tonight, if not by your own hand, by mine, or by Rachel's or by Jackie's, or maybe even Jill's" She grinned as she emphasized Jill's name.

Jill rolled her eyes at Darla. "Look at me Carrie."

I did and saw those piercing black eyes and was instantly captured. I felt my resolve torn away so fast; the tears began to well in my eyes. Jill moved and sat next to me on the bed and took one of my hands in hers. Her eyes never left mine.

She spoke to me almost in a whisper. "Carrie, she can't make you bet your time if you don't want to. But she will hold you down and have you masturbated by someone else if you don't do it yourself." She leaned into my ear, her eyes finally leaving my own. She whispered so softly, I knew the next words were only meant for me. "If you bet, you will win, I promise." She softly kissed my cheek and moved her head back to regain that eye contact and a smile flashed across her face.

Somehow, it seemed surreal. It was going to happen. These girls were going to see my pussy. Not that they hadn't already, but they were going to see me masturbated. Would it be better or worse by my own hand? I didn't know. I would win? She guaranteed it. That would be one less week of Darla's stupid games. Somehow I trusted Jill. She whispered it, a certainty, not a guess.

I pictured myself naked and rubbing my pussy in front of them. It was such a hideous thing to imagine. My most private activity, something that I denied I even did, performed for a warped game. But what was the alternative? Being held down and finger fucked against my will by someone else. Unbearable. I sobbed quietly for a moment.

Darla said "Tick tick tick. Wouldn't want us to still be at it when mommy gets home would you?"

I looked up through tear filled eyes. "I'll take the bet." It sounded like someone else's voice. It was so gravelly and worn down. I felt devastated as I fell back onto the bed.

"Goody!" Darla shrieked. She walked over to have a conspiring word with Jill. They looked at me and at Sue and seemed to be arguing. Finally, they broke off. Jill smiled at me and Darla frowned at me hard. She looked so angry. She grabbed Sue by the arm and leaned in to whisper into her ear, conspiratorially as Jill had whispered into mine.

Sue nodded and I saw a tear in her eye as well as Darla whispered on. She began stripping then and pulled off first her halter top, then her "skirt" and I was surprised that she wore no panties under that brief thing. Her body was beautiful, her nipples pointed out so hard I thought it was impossibility. I could actually smell her arousal from several feet away as she approached the bed, then lay down next to me.

They all stood there looking at me. "What?" I finally muttered.

"Take off your fucking clothes dumbass." Darla instructed me with malice in her voice.

"Fine!" I yelled back at her and unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall off my arms. Then I unbuttoned my skirt and slid it and my panties off onto the floor. I lay back next to Sue and looked over at her. She was crying a little. I wondered what bet she lost that she had to do this stupid game.

"Start." Darla commanded. The four of them sat back, watching in anticipation. Rachel and Jackie were whispering like naughty girls in the back of the classroom. Darla stared at me like she was ready to whip my ass if I didn't get to it soon. Jill just smiled at me, a bit excited, her eyes feasting on my naked body. I didn't think it was much compared to Sue, but I sighed and trailed my right hand down across my left breast, then down my stomach. The touches were like electricity running through my body. I was actually naked in front of five women who were, for the most part, complete strangers.

I sighed and closed my eyes. The best way to do this would be to block them out. I slid my hand down lower, over my pubic hair. I twirled it in my finger. It would all be gone tomorrow. I let another tear slide. As silly as it was, I was crying now that I had to shave my pubes tomorrow. I would miss them I guess.

From beside me I heard Sue, wet sounds squelching from where her pussy must be. God, how embarrassing. I hope I don't make that much noise. I gently touched my clit and my entire body shook from it. I heard Jill and Darla make a gasping sound. I heard Jackie and Rachel giggling and whispering. I heard Sue moan. It was too much. Better not cum. I started repeating it. I began gently massaging my pussy. Tracing my fingers up and around the outer lips, enticing them to open for me as they always did.

I felt them moving inward, almost of their own accord. My eyes closed tight. I'm alone in here; I tried to convince myself, all alone. I slid a finger inside my lips and traced it softly up my slit. The bed started bouncing a bit next to me.

I began slipping a finger inside and started to finger fuck myself. Slowly at first, just sliding in and out, feeling the moisture paving the way for what I knew I would be doing soon. All the while, Sue is banging away at her pussy like there is a race to orgasm, not to prolong it. 

"Mmmmm" I moaned as I slid my finger inside faster. I started circling my clit with my thumb and moving a second finger over to join the first. Oh, that's tight; it feels so good to stretch my pussy with two fingers. I start sliding them in and out faster in unison. Within a minute or two I am hammering away at my wet pussy. I am being fucked by Rick in my mind. The date went perfectly, not like this debacle. 

Harder and faster I ram the fingers in and out. My clit is sending so much pleasure through my body. The bed is moving, but I don't care. They are watching, but they aren't here. It's just me. I am raising my hips to meet the onslaught of my fingers. If Sue was here, that was her moaning next to me. But she isn't here. It's just me and my perfect, perfect fuck with...

"Cum!" 

I heard Jill's voice somewhere. Was that for me? Whatever. I'm close. I ignore it and go back. Wild bucking on the bed beside me and a deep loud moan. Shit. She is fucking up my concentration. I open my eyes and there is Jill's face looking down at me. 

"You can stop now if you want." She whispers. "You won."

I ... do I want to stop? I look into her eyes and they hold me there and my fingers are still stabbing at my pussy. My chest is raising and falling hard. I ... stop?

Jill is leaning closer now; I can smell her perfume on her neck. Her face is so close, her lips, they are scant millimeters away from my own. "Please, kiss me" I whisper and the voice isn't my own, but some throaty voice, some voice I have never made before. And her eyes close and mine close and then the scant distance becomes non existent and her lips are pressing to mine and we are kissing. 

My body shakes, I cum, moaning against her kiss. My fingers thud away through the orgasm and eventually slow as my crescendo breaks and it fades away. I come down softly from the orgasmic rush and she is still kissing me. No tongues trading spit. No greedy invasion of my mouth, just the softest, most gentle, sexiest kiss I have ever had in my life.

"Wow!" I hear Jackie's voice and my eyes fly open. Jill pulls away and gives me one last peck before raising her head away. I look up. Oh God, I'm naked and my sex is all red and puffy and everyone is just looking at me.

"Two months minus one week. Congratulations." Darla says. Though I don't think she means it as she grabs Sue off the bed and starts dragging her towards the door. "See you tomorrow around 10 in the morning slut." She calls back to me as they file out the door behind her.

Jill pauses at the door and smiles at me. "You did really well Carrie. Don't be too anxious. As you can probably tell, Darla answers to me to a degree. She won't ever really hurt you. That doesn't mean she won't hurt you and that you shouldn't listen to everything she tells you to do. I can't help that. A bet is a bet. But I'll keep it safe for the most part and fair."

"Now, if I were you, I'd get some sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow." And she blew me a kiss and closed the door. 

I couldn't argue and just collapsed, spread out naked on my bed, drifting into sleep. I dreamt about that kiss. That perfect kiss.



Darla's Games Day 02



Day 2: Sunday

"Carrie!"

Oh the pounding in my head. Please shut up!

"Carrie! Get down here now!" 

My mom's voice, oh my head. I definitely drank too much last night. What happened? Where? 

I gasped aloud and sprung upright. I was still naked, as I had been left last night. I had just been dreaming about the tenderest kiss from a ... boy? No, that wasn't right. It started to sink in. The events began to replay and I looked around my room and noticed immediately that my hamper was missing. No, it was not a dream. I sighed and internally screamed at myself for being so... whatever I was to get into this waking nightmare.

My head pounded. I felt like I wanted to cry or throw up or something. I masturbated in front of them! Oh God. 

"Carrie! If you don't get your ass out of bed I am going to come up there and drag you out." Mom was getting impatient.

"Coming!" I yelled, and instantly regretted it as the pain of my hangover rocked through my head.

I instinctively went to my underwear drawer and opened it to find what shouldn't have surprised me. It was empty. No point even checking the bras. I went to my closet and picked out the longest skirt I could find. I can't believe this. It is mid thigh. My mom is going to freak. I grabbed a shirt that hadn't been altered and tugged it over my shoulders. 

I looked in the mirror. Did I look hung over? Would my mom know? She drank all the time, so she probably would. Damn. My nipples poke through this tee shirt, how can she not notice I'm not wearing a bra?

I shrugged, what else was there to do? I went to the bathroom, splashed my face with water and brushed my teeth, hoping to scour away any scent of the wine coolers. I looked about as bad as I felt. The heavy makeup from last night was still on my face. I grabbed a wash cloth and turned the water warm and spent about a full five minutes returning my face to an unpainted, albeit redder from scrubbing version of myself.

I sat down to pee and there she was at the bathroom door.

"God mom, I said I was coming!" I screamed at her. 

"Would you care to explain what happened here last night?" My mom barked at me. 

Damn, I'm busted. What does she know? What did she find? "What are you talking about mom?" My head is thudding. Every shriek of her voice is like a hammer cracking at my skull. I can't even talk normally without causing myself pain and the yelling at her is just agony.

"This!" She shrieked and held out a bottle lid.

I tried to see what she was holding up, but I was at a loss. "A bottle cap?" I looked and sounded as puzzled as I truly was.

"The cap to a wine cooler bottle Miss Innocent" She screamed. Oh please stop the screaming.

"I have no idea ... maybe YOU brought it home from the bar last night!" I yelled back at her.

"You better watch your mouth Carrie, or so help me I will send you to your father."

Okay, perhaps it is time for a Carrie history lesson to understand this dynamic of my story. My folks split up when I was about twelve. My dad, well, he got caught hammering away at my neighbor across the street. I guess it had gone on awhile before he got caught, because the two of them bought a house so he could move out and away. So now he has two mortgages, I guess. I see him, but he isn't really into the whole, I have a teenage kid thing, so he doesn't really spend any time with me. This is fine by me. I mean, he fucked around on my mom, he's pretty much an asshole right?

Anyway, his new girlfriend or whatever you want to call her is only like 28 or something and no way in hell she is going to be my mom. Sure, she is nice to me when she sees me. I go over for dinner now and then to hear my dad act like he still loves me... hah, whatever. But the reality is she isn't that much older than me. A little tart, my mom calls her. So, I don't want to live there. 

"Where did you find it?" I asked, trying to regain some calm to my voice.

"In the parking lot in front of our house." My mom retorted as if she had me now.

"Oh my God mom! That could have been anyone! Are you seriously going to come in here and accuse me of drinking based on a freaking bottle cap in the parking lot?"

Her face kind of slackened. I rolled my eyes. Here it comes. I wiped and pulled up my skirt, praying she didn't notice the lack of underwear. It was like this about every Sunday. Mom goes out Saturday night, gets ripped and then feels all bad the next day about how much her life sucks and how bad of a mom she is and I have to console her somehow. God it's like a routine.

"Mom. Please don't." I beg. I don't have the energy for this right now. I need an aspirin!

"I'm sorry Carrie. I just don't want you to end up like me." 

Yeah, as if that will ever happen. If my husband cheats, he can kiss his ass goodbye.

"Mom, I'm fine. Really." I hug her. I have to. It's part of the routine.

I notice her watch as I am hugging her. Its 9:45, wow did I oversleep. Then it dawns on me like a brick hitting me over my pounding head... They are coming! 

I grab her shoulders and pull her back to look in my face. "Mom. Listen. You do great with me, I'm fine. I am supposed to meet Julie in like 15 minutes. I have to take a shower and go, I way overslept. Please Mom, don't do this."

Not now of all times. For all I know Darla will come and knock at the door. My mom would freak.

"Okay dear. You're right, you are a good girl. I'm sorry." She pulls away. I feel bad, I know she is going to cry for awhile, but better that than have a heart attack. 

I had to shower, quickly. I start the water and strip off what little I am wearing and jump in. The water feels so good. My head is still throbbing, but the water is almost rehydrating me. I start to soap up, and when I get... down there... oh how I want to linger there and relive that kiss, but no, I have GOT to get out. I rinse, dry, and dress. 

I brush my hair; run a blow dryer through it. Better. Presentable. Time check. I run to my room... what is that buzzing sound? Damn the cell phone. I forgot all about it. I reach for it and it stops buzzing. I look at the timestamp on the phone. 9:58. Okay, I am leaving. I grab a pair of socks, tug on my boots and run downstairs. I have to get outside before they get here.

"Bye Mom!" I yell out as I make my way around the corner. She doesn't see me, lost in her misery, but she yells back.

"Are you coming home for dinner?"

"Yeah, I think so; I'll call you from Julie's." 

The phone buzzes in my skirt pocket. I lift it up and open it. "Hello?" I ask tentatively.

"Why didn't you answer last time I called?" It's Darla and she is pissed. What's new?

"Sorry... hold on..." I didn't want my mom to hear this. I held the phone down, grabbed two Tylenol from the cabinet and a bottle of water and jogged out the door. I put the phone back to my ear.

"Sorry, I was leaving the house. I was in the shower when you called the first time."

"I guess you need to learn something little girl. I don't care! I don't want excuses. You take that phone with you everywhere, do you hear me?" Darla yelled into the phone.

"I... I'm sorry." I said it, I didn't mean it. I mean really, fuck her. Maybe it was the time alone that made me feel this way, but I felt a bit more sure of myself today. Darla may make me play her stupid games for two months... less one week, but she sure as hell didn't own me.

I guess she detected the insincerity in my voice because she snapped back. "You will be. Turn right and walk around the corner. I don't want your mommy to see me. Actually, YOU don't want your mommy to see me." *click*

I walked. The more I walked the angrier I got. Who the fuck does she think she is anyway? I might be short, but I'm not going to be pushed around by that bitch all the time. I think Jill would have my back if it came down to an all out brawl, but I am not going to just hang on her every word. 

I approached the end of the row and turned. There on the side of the street was Darla's car. She was standing beside it and no one seemed to be inside.

"Looking for your girlfriend Jill? Well she isn't here." Darla snarled at me. God, she was so nice when we were winning. What a bitch.

"Whatever." I said kind of under my breath.

"Stop!" She ordered me.

I did. 

She looked me up and down. I was about 20 feet from her and the car. "Show me under your skirt."

Okay, this was when I was supposed to say something like fuck you bitch and we go to fists over the whole thing and I win and get my life back and this nasty thing goes back to the rock she climbed out from under and... I dropped my head. Yeah, that other thing wasn't really going to happen. I looked all around me. Some people were out, mowing lawns, chatting it up with their neighbors, it wasn't like last night.

I grabbed the hem of the brief skirt and quickly flashed my bare pussy to Darla.

"Yeah, you're fucked." Darla said with a smile on her face. "Forget something this morning little girl?"

I hated when she called me that. "What?" I called back.

"You didn't shave the beaver dipshit. But I'm glad you didn't really. It gives me a reason to punish you. Now get in the car." She held the door open. 

I cursed myself for forgetting. How could I forget that? I was so mortified when she told me to do it. Damn, she has a reason, which is all she needs. I went to climb in and she grabbed my hips and stopped me.

"That is far enough." She held my hips tightly as she said it. "Hand me your skirt."

She couldn't be serious. I looked around nervously. There were definitely people in sight. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading for leniency, for understanding. There was none to be found in that cold stare. I looked around again. The car would block me pretty well. I'd just do it and be done. I grabbed the skirt and opened it and dropped it to my feet, quickly bending over, collecting it and handing it to her. I went to get in the car again.

"Stop." She ordered. "Wait there." She opened her trunk with the key and threw the skirt in. What the hell was she doing? "Throw me the shirt."

I really was worried now. At least my naked ass was below the level of the door. This would be a blatant view of my naked breasts for any neighbor that chanced to look my way. She looked at me expectantly, completely uncaring. I sat my water on the roof, ripped my shirt up and threw it at her and jumped into the car.

Darla tossed the shirt in with the skirt and slammed the trunk door shut. "Did I tell you to get in?"

That was enough. "Darla, I cannot run around naked in front of my neighbors. I don't care what you do to me, I won't do that."

She laughed. I knew I was in deep shit now. She slammed my car door shut and got in the driver side. "So, it's your neighbors you are worried about. Okay, I'll buy that. Let's go where your neighbors aren't." And she started up the car and pulled away from the curb.

"You will learn to care what I do to you, I promise you that." She sneered.

I shrunk down in the seat, praying that no one would see me like this. Her sneer wasn't lost on me. I felt all the anxiety again. I slammed the Tylenol in my mouth and gulped down the entire bottle of water. That felt good. Hydration was a good thing.

"Masturbate." Darla commanded as she left my neighborhood.

"I... what?" I asked, playing stupid.

"You heard me. Do it." I trembled. I didn't see a way out of it. I slid my hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I had no intention of getting off or anything, just enough of a show to appease her demands. So I just gave myself a half hearted rub on my outer lips, nothing teasing or enticing like I do when I want to get myself off. 

I kept doing this, frowning at her, despising her for everything. She noticed and glared at me between keeping her eyes on the road. 

"Sit up and put on your seatbelt. I'm not getting a ticket, unless you want me to tack on another month for it." She was really a bitch.

But, I sat up, turning my face towards HER so anyone driving by and seeing the naked girl in the passenger seat wouldn't see my face. I kept rubbing roughly, I have to admit, any contact there does feel good, but no way was I giving her the pleasure of seeing me orgasm again if I could help it.

And on Darla drove. 

She looked over at me and laughed. "Defy me all you want little girl. It doesn't matter. I enjoy the competition. In the end I will win and you will lose. So fight it, it gets ME off." She giggled.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked.

"That is for me to know and you to find out." She replied sharply enough that I knew better than to press the issue.

"Why don't you try to think of Jill?" She laughed. "You really think she likes you don't you?"

This actually stirred a reaction from me. Yes, I did think she liked me, I was sure of it. She couldn't fake that kiss.

"You're so stupid little girl. Who do you think you belong to? It's me. You should be nicer to me and maybe it will be easier on you. But for now... Well, what do you know, we are here."

I looked up, and I nearly screamed. She was pulling into the exit for the mall. "No, please ..." I muttered. 

She laughed. "Maybe next time you will show a bit more respect."

"Darla... come on, I mean, all my friends from school hang out here. Please don't do anything here." I was reduced from a resistant hard ass to near tears at the thought of what she might do here.

"Don't worry, I can't exactly parade you around naked in the mall. That would be illegal." She giggled. "And keep rubbing."

I returned to my half hearted rub as she pulled into the food court parking lot. The most popular parking lot in the mall with hundreds of cars lined up. She drove right by the front and I hid my face in my one hand while continuing to rub with the other. I know someone had to see my breasts. I mean we drove right by the front.

A few more turns and her laughing. Then the car stopped. She turned off the engine and I looked up. She was getting out. "Okay sweet pea, here is the deal. You sit there and rub your pussy until you are ready. I am going to open the trunk and go inside. Meet me at Tiff's Salon. Don't take too long or I will come in here and drag your naked ass right up to the front door, cops or no cops. Have fun." She chirped and slammed her door shut. 

True to her word she opened the trunk and started singing really loud. Oh my God, she was trying to get people's attention. I kept rubbing even though she couldn't possibly have known whether I was or not. I guess I kind of enjoyed it. The edge was actually helping me to get myself together for what I was about to do. I watched as she made her way across the parking lot.

I scrunched way down in the seat and looked around me. People were intermittent, but everywhere. I was breathing so hard I thought I would hyperventilate. Damn, how was I going to do this? I tentatively cracked the car door open and looked around. Of course with the trunk up, I couldn't see right behind the car, but I could peer around through the windows and the windshield. I waited for a break in traffic and made a run for it. 

I swung open the door and jumped out. Well, I tried to, the damned seatbelt yanked me back in. I unlatched it and jumped out and ran around the back of the car. I dove my hands in and grabbed my shirt and skirt and prepared to run back into the car to dress. Then I figured, why bother? I was here already, so I quickly tugged the shirt on, then the skirt up. 

"Nice!" A guys voice, not good. I looked up, no one I knew, thank God for that. I smiled and slammed the trunk shut. Then I closed the door and adjusted my clothes to look like they hadn't just been thrown on.

I walked to the food court, went inside and checked the directory. I quickly found the salon and trotted off for it. I was completely out of breath by the experience and though only the one guy saw me, I was so turned on I couldn't think straight. I looked down in horror to see my nipples pointing straight out through my tight shirt. No bra. That sucked.

And I noticed then the stares I was getting. Guys practically drooling. Girls raising an eyebrow and being protective of their boyfriends. Some girls laughing and giggling in hushed voices to one another. I flushed so red I felt like I was burning up.  I finally made my way through the throng of people and walked into Tiff's. People were there sitting and waiting their turns to get a hair cut or style or whatever. I looked around for Darla and finally saw her talking to a girl in the back of the Salon. I slowly focused in and nearly turned around and ran the other way. She was talking to Farin, this arrogant little cheerleader girl from my school. I didn't know that bitch had a job.

They were sharing a giggle and then Darla turned and saw me and pointed me out to her. She laughed out loud and then turned and talked in hushed tones to Darla again. I stood there and just flushed brighter red than before. I decided to leave when Darla walked over and grabbed my arm rather forcefully.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Sorry, didn't know your rival worked here. Well, too late now, it's paid for. By the way, you owe me sixty dollars." And without further comment she walked me back to follow Farin into the back room. She pushed open a door to the side and what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks.

"No fucking way." I said a little too loud. What I saw was a room, much like that of an obstetrician. It had a stirrup chair, a bright light, everything but a doctor. Next to the chair were some heating pots and I knew what it was without Darla's comments, but she made them anyway.

"I told you to shave. You didn't, so get in the chair and deal." She shoved me into the room behind Farin, walked in and closed the door behind us.

I turned to her and looked up with pleading eyes. Okay, Farin wasn't like my 'arch-rival' or some crap from a B-rated teenage film, but she hung with the cheerleader crowd, while I was more, well, not with the cheerleader crowd. I never hung over football players or went to the 'cool' parties. I wasn't often invited and never cared to go. I didn't really get the abuse that the cheerleaders used their power for, but they didn't really like me either. I was cute, but independent. They hated that. I wouldn't join them, but I was liked enough not to be ousted from society, the way they preferred the rest of the school.

So, we knew a lot of the same people because I hung with a lot of 'in' kids just like her, though I wasn't 'in' in... Does that even make sense outside my head? I don't know. But this wasn't a good thing. I'll spell it out like that.

I leaned in and whispered to Darla. "Please, I'll do it; I don't care, but not her. I can't have her doing this. It's too, humiliating. Please, I'll do anything."

She whispered back, "You have sixty dollars on you?"

I sunk back.

Darla leaned in following me. "Then shut the fuck up and just get your wax. Think of her, waxing God knows whose nasty cooch every day." She giggled. Wow! Okay, Darla was giggling with me? What the hell brought on this change of events? I couldn't help but giggle with her, but I was taken aback all the same. 

Well, needless to say, I got up there and with no panties, as Farin was quite amused to find, I just dropped my skirt and closed my eyes. She seemed to be in some kind of happy place as she hummed and started explaining everything ... not to me, but to Darla, though it was for my benefit I was sure. 

"It will hurt you know. And judging by the size of this bush, it hasn't seen a pair of shears in, perhaps ever, it will probably hurt a lot. You're okay with that?"

I rolled my eyes. What a bitch.

"Yeah, it's what she wants, right Carrie?" Darla smiled at me. 

I opened one eye, with a raised eyebrow and muttered, "Yeah whatever just do it."




Darla's Games Day 02



Farin nearly jumped with glee. She pulled my right foot down into the stirrup and strapped it tightly into place. A little too tightly I thought. Then she repeated the procedure with the other foot. I was spread, not uncomfortably, but wide enough I could feel cool air on my inner folds. But this was not to last.

The bitch kept humming along as she raised the stirrups and spread them wider and wider.

"God damn bitch, you trying to rip me apart?" I finally screamed out as the tension in my thighs got quite painful.

Farin laughed. "Do you think I could Carrie? Just you relax. Here grip this it helps to have something to hold when the pain comes." She swung a bar up above my head with hand grips on it. 

What the hell, I grabbed it and held on tight. I closed my eyes and felt something on my wrist. My eyes sprung open and I tried to pull my other wrist away. The bitch had tethered my hand above my head.

"What? Does it hurt?" Darla asked, laughing a little from the door. 

Farin leaned over me above my head. "Just give me the other hand Carrie. It's just to help you keep your hands out of... you know, down there." She giggled like the schoolgirl she is.

"Fine" I muttered and gripped the bar with my other hand and she tethered it right into place.

"Great!" Farin smiled and went down between my legs and through my closed eyes I saw a flash of light. I opened them immediately. *flash* She had her phone snapping pictures of me.

"No!" I screamed and Darla and Farin laughed. 

"I think we have a screamer." Farin laughed and she came up to my head and tied a gag into my mouth and around the chair back. This not only muffled my cries, but forced my head back. Farin laughed. "Need plenty of before after and during shots, don't you think?"

"Definitely." Darla laughed with her.

I screamed through the gag. No way was this happening. I screamed and screamed, but if anyone every heard it, they must have thought it was the waxing and just smiled to themselves and let it alone. I couldn't move my hands or feet, but I thrust my ass to the side, trying to block her view. It didn't work well at all with both feet held in the stirrups as they were.

Farin busied herself taking lots of pictures of my pussy and making sure to get my face in with some of them. I was planning to kill her and take the phone when they finally let me lose. I'd kill Darla too; there must be a knife around here somewhere or at least a sharp pair of scissors. Then I realized, she could send these pics at any time and I broke into tears.

"Aww Carrie, don't worry. I'll keep this our little secret okay?" Farin smiled at me. "I may need some favors from time to time though. You'll do me a few favors and we will call it square." She went back to humming and brought a pot of wax over to the chair.

She sat down on a stool next to me. She raised a pair of clippers and flicked them on. "You know Carrie." She lowered the clippers and I felt them buzzing away, shearing my pubic hair away. "I admire your individuality. Not many girls would be comfortable sporting a big old jungle like this in their clothes these days." *Flash* She took a picture of my half shaved bush. She used a long blade guard to leave a lot of hair behind, but there was a significant difference. 

She finished the other side and took some more shots with her phone. She turned off the razor and laid it down and smiled at me so malevolently I thought I would kick her in the face if my feet weren't tied down.

She dipped a spoon in and smiled at me. "This might sting a bit."

Oh my God! The pain was incredible. Imagine if you will someone pouring hot, melted wax in copious amounts all over your most private, delicate areas. I screamed so hard my throat burned from it. She was torturous, pouring the wax dutifully all over my pubic area. I was releasing a constant flow of explicit instructions about what I was going to do to her, but unfortunately, it all came out as a muffled, unintelligible mess.

"Do the Brazilian too." Darla smiled.

The what? My eyes popped open as I felt the burn drip between my ass cheeks. Oh God that hurt. And it was just starting. The bitch used some kind of popsicle stick to apply the hot wax wherever she saw hair. She literally painted my groin and between my ass cheeks with hot wax. 

Then, it started cooling off, and I stopped screaming. She began spreading strips of fabric into the wax. The strips were all measured and pressed into place and she pressed them expertly to cover the entire waxy mess she had coated me with. I grunted a little when she pressed a strip on either side of my lips, right by my slit. God that felt good.

*Flash* *Flash* *Flash* The bitch with her camera again. God I hate her more than Darla.

Well, this was bad enough. The pain of the wax, the humiliation of a cheerleader now having naked pictures of me, but it was about to get oh so much worse. 

*RIP!* She ripped a piece of the cloth off and with it pulled out all the pubic hair that was attached to that strip. I screamed so hard it actually almost sounded like a scream beyond the gag. Tears rolled down my eyes and off my cheeks. The pain was tremendous. I was in hell and Farin was the devil. 

Farin went to pull the next strip as I was still wailing from the first, but Darla placed a hand on hers and said quietly. "Wait for the pain to subside a little. Unless you have another appointment and need to rush."

I felt thankful for a moment. Then, as the thought processed, I realized, this was my punishment. Getting it all over quickly would be the best way. This prolonged the pain, made it new and anguishing with each strip. 

Well, not to bore you with every hair ripped from the roots out of my body and every flash of her phone, but we were there for the most agonizing half hour I had ever endured in my life. When it was over, following another photo shoot with close-ups of my bald pussy and my puffy eyes filled with tears, I was completely hairless down there. From the top of my ass to my belly button, not a single hair resided.

My skin was red and I never stopped crying through the entire ordeal. I felt dehydrated all over again. Farin rubbed some lotion over my entire region and it was very soothing. As much as I hated her, as much pain as she caused me, this lotion felt really good. She kept rubbing it from the outside of my pubic area, then up the entire length of my ass crack, then over my puckered anus. 

My eyes fluttered open at her. She started rubbing my pussy. No way is this happening. I struggled against the straps holding me down, but it was no use, I wasn't going anywhere. She smiled at me quite deviously and started rubbing it in all over my pussy. She massaged it from my ass to my clit and then slid her fingers up and down right on the edges of my lips. 

Oh God that felt good, but this was so wrong. I struggled and she just smiled at me and kept rubbing and rubbing my pussy. She teased it, just like I do when I am trying to get off. The bitch! She was going to try to make me cum! I started screaming and struggling, trying to pull away from her, but she followed me with those fingers.

*Flash* She threw in a picture now and then, capturing my pussy as it opened up and got wetter and wetter as I knew from experience it was doing right now. She kept on going, rubbing it, building me up. *Flash* My body was flushed. My chest was heaving. I fought it with everything I had. *Flash*

I was panting, like an animal in heat. She had me. Her thumb found my clit and she thrust two fingers into me. *Flash*

I couldn't hold out anymore I started moaning and thrashing and suddenly, I flashed back in my mind to Jill's kiss and it was over. I came violently. Farin giggled and flashed away with her phone cam. I didn't care much at the moment, I was lost in pleasure. 

As I came down I started to cry in earnest. 

"Well worth the sixty dollars sis." Darla nearly whispered.

Sis? What the ... Oh no this couldn't be true! 

"I usually get a tip." Farin smiled. 

"Yeah, well you usually don't get to take pictures." Darla laughed. "See you later. I'll help her clean up and get out of here."

Farin got up, looked a little disappointed, and left, closing the door behind her. Darla stood up and took a warm cloth and wiped the sweat off my thighs and belly.

"It's an incredible coincidence, don't you think." Darla smiled at me and unstrapped my right foot. She walked around me as she spoke. "I mean, that you, of all people, you, who my sister has always kind of hated, come into the pool hall where I hang with my friends." She unstrapped my other foot and approached my head.

"I know right now you are pissed. You were duped. You were taken advantage of. It doesn't change anything. You are mine for the next two months... less a week." She released my right hand. "There are no rules. Don't try to keep up with me, because every time you think you have things figured out, I will move the bar higher, out of reach, out of your control." She released my left hand and in spite of my urges to get up, to slap her, I laid there, spread out and defeated.

"Farin will be my eyes and ears on you at school. She is to be obeyed as much as if anything she tells you to do is from me. She won't get out of control. She knows better than to do anything that would get you in trouble." She released the gag and I inhaled the fresh air deeply.

"Just give in and it will be a lot easier for you I promise Carrie." She called me Carrie for the first time since we were winning at pool. I sobbed. I was lost.

"Put on your skirt and let's go hook up with the others for lunch." Darla said. She seemed momentarily sweet and leaned over to dry my face with a soft terry towel. 

I exhaled deeply and then sat up to climb out of the chair. I pulled on my skirt and buttoned it up. I hung my head to look at the floor and followed her out of the room.

Apparently, there had been a bit of noise carrying. I got a lot of looks as I exited the back all puffy eyed and sore.

"See you in school tomorrow." Farin waved at me. I noticed she was holding her phone in her other hand and conspiratorially speaking with a co-worker. I looked at her, then to her friend, who giggled and turned away. Great, I thought, just great.

We walked through the mall. I walked through the stares and the gaping mouths, all lusting or disgusted over my nipples poking through my tee shirt. I didn't care; I just wanted to get out of here. 

The drive was a blur. She let me stay dressed this time. After about a half hour, she pulled into a long gravel driveway that led to a nasty looking, run down house up on a hill. The siding was in terrible disrepair. There was a step missing from the walk that led from the gravel drive to the front door. I followed Darla to the front door and she opened it without knocking.

"Make yourself at home little girl, but don't wander off." She smiled and went off past me and I knew I wasn't supposed to follow. I made my way through the living room; it reeked of partying, of alcohol and cigarettes. The furniture was mismatched and looked very old. I wondered how someone who had hundreds of dollars in their boot could stand living like this. But, maybe this wasn't Darla's house.

Beyond the living room was a kitchen. Dirty dishes filled the sink. The refrigerator looked old and the smell was musty. Then, I pressed forward to the dining room, and I saw Jackie and Rachel sitting there. I waved at them and they giggled and invited me to come in and have a seat.

"We're playing cards this afternoon." Jackie smiled. "I'd invite you to play, but I'm afraid that would be like asking chips to play for themselves." She and Rachel laughed and I just looked at her puzzled. I wasn't into playing cards anyway.

Rachel changed the subject, to my appreciation. "So, where have you and Darla been today?" She asked.

"Umm... we went to the mall." I answered.

"You forgot to shave didn't you?" Jackie smiled across the table. 

"How did you know?" I asked, rather pissed at my secret being so easily discovered.

"Well, her sister works at the mall. Why else would she take you there? To scope guys?" She laughed.

I guess it was pretty obvious. I frowned at the pain still emanating from between my legs. "Yeah, well it wasn't what I would call a girl's day out." I mumbled. I couldn't help myself, I laughed with them, though theirs was a bit heartier of a laugh.

Jackie lowered her voice against any prying ears from the next room. "Darla likes you; don't let her bitchiness fool you. She is jealous of Jill is all." She smiled at me. 

I wasn't sure how to take this lot. They say she likes me, the way she has treated me, I just don't buy it. I'm starting to think this whole thing is a setup from the beginning. Maybe Farin planned the whole thing from sending Rick my way, I don't know. I guess the concerns and internal contemplations showed on my face, because Jackie touched my hand. A simple touch, her fingers gently touching the back of my hand, but it comforted me somehow, like I wasn't alone. Alone is how I usually felt with these girls.

I just let her hold my hand like that for awhile, enjoying the warmth of it, when Darla appeared from around the corner. She had that malevolent smirk on her face that I automatically accompanied with more of her stupid games. I sighed deeply and Jackie patted my hand and withdrew her own. I looked up at Darla.

"Have you shown them what we did today?" Darla asked, beaming as if she had done something grand. 

"No" I murmured. "But they know about it." My head sunk as I knew she was going to make me show them.

"Take off the skirt and show them." She instructed a pleased lilt in her voice.

I was about to protest, but looking up at Darla's expectant face; I knew it would be a waste of time. I stood up and fumbled at the button, finally working it through the buttonhole and unzipped the skirt. I pushed it down my hips and let it fall to my ankles.

Jackie and Rachel looked; they seemed rather pleased in spite of my embarrassment. Perhaps, their pleasure was heightened due to my embarrassment.

"Very nice job." Rachel said.

Jackie whistled at me, which made me blush.

Darla walked towards me and turned me around so my ass was facing them. She bent me at the waist and grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them to show my puckered anus. I was mortified. "We got a Brazilian" She beamed.

"Ooo. That must have hurt." Rachel giggled. "Looks great though."

Darla let me stand up and I quickly wiped the tear from my right eye. 

"Do you like my new place?" Darla asked me. 

I thought it looked like a total pig sty, but I murmured, "Congratulations, it's umm nice."

"Well, it needs some work. Definitely needs to be cleaned. So guess what you are doing today?" She laughed lightly.

I just hung my head dejectedly and went to grab my skirt. "Where do you want me to start?" I asked. Not in any mood to fight after the morning I had with her so far.

"I think the kitchen is the best place. Clean it and organize it. I expect a thorough job."

I pulled my skirt up and buttoned it and zipped it. She didn't stop me, so I was glad she wasn't going to be making me do this without it. I walked, or rather trudged into the kitchen as Darla sat down and the three of them gathered close to talk in hushed voices.

I started by opening cupboards, looking around to see where everything was. There weren't a lot of dishes or anything really. In fact most of the cupboards were bare except for the layers of dust and, ugh, mouse poops. Finally, having been through every disgusting door and drawer in the kitchen, I called over my shoulder. "Do you have anything to clean with?" I wanted to throw a disgusted tone into that question, but I maintained pleasantness.

Darla looked up from her conversation with Jackie and Rachel. "Oh, no I haven't been to the store yet. Guess we best make a road trip."

"Coming?" She turned to Jackie and Rachel. 

"Wouldn't miss it." Rachel giggled.

"I'll come too." Jackie added.

I wondered where Sue was. I really wondered where Jill was. I closed my eyes and recalled that kiss. My brief day dream was shattered as Darla and the others got up and headed towards the kitchen on the way to the door.

"What do you want me to do while you go?" I asked.

"Nothing for you to do here without cleaning products." Darla quipped. "You may as well come along."

Honestly, I had the feeling this was the way it was going to be, but I had this twinge of hope that I could be left alone for an hour.

"Shotgun!" Jackie yelled.

So, Rachel and I climbed in back and Darla and Jackie climbed in front and we drove off to the nearest grocery store.

"Did you tell them about Farin?" Darla asked as we pulled from the drive.

"No" I mumbled.

Darla laughed. "Why don't you tell them?"

"I... erm..." I didn't really WANT to tell them. Did they need to know? I finally stammered long enough to figure she was going to wait for me to say it, so I did. "She took pictures of the waxing."

Darla giggled. "That wasn't all she did, though was it."

I blushed, was it getting really hot in here? "No, she umm... she masturbated me."

The three girls laughed a little. I sunk down in my seat, thoroughly embarrassed.

"You should have seen my little sister at work. She strapped her into the chair; I mean ankles, wrists and even gagged her. I think Carrie would have killed her otherwise, so it was a good thing she did. She took so many pics. Want to see them?" Darla pulled out her phone and handed it to Jackie, who began looking at images on the phone screen.

Jackie had a mixture of excitement and laugher in her face as she scrolled through the pictures one by one. "Very nice. For a phone cam she gets some excellent pictures. I mean you can scroll right in and it maintains that clarity."

I groaned.

"So, as you'll see." Darla added while Jackie flipped through and Rachel, unable to wait her turn, climbed up to look over Jackie's shoulder. I just sunk lower into my seat, as if I could hide. "She not only got some great before and during and after pictures, but she took a lot of her orgasming. Her pussy opens up so nicely there towards the end."

I hate crying, but there came the tears again.

"I couldn't believe she rubbed her off to an orgasm. I swear I think my little sister is a total dyke sometimes." The three laughed hard at this comment. 

"Just like her big sister." Jackie quipped, "You must be so proud."

Darla laughed in spite of herself. "Yeah, when was the last time you had a cock in you?"

Jackie laughed. "Not as recently as Sue."

They all broke out laughing at this. 

"Have you had sex with a guy lately?" Jackie turned and asked me.

"I ... erm..." Damn. Seriously? Did I have to answer this?

"That's a no." Rachel laughed.

"When was the last time little girl?" Darla asked.

I knew I had to answer now. I blushed deeply. "I..." I broke off. I couldn't tell them.

"Oh my God!" Jackie screamed so loud it startled me. "You're a virgin!" She exclaimed with a certainty that made me cringe.

I just sunk my head down and put my hands to my face. It was the best I could do. Most every girl I knew had sex before. I had lied about it, but somehow, without me even saying anything, these girls had figured out the truth.

"Wow!" Rachel exclaimed looking at me. "That is awesome Carrie. Good for you!"

She meant it, I could tell. It cheered me a little, enough to take away my hands from my face. I saw Darla looking at me through the rear view mirror she had angled to see my face. "My little girl. A virgin. That is pretty awesome Carrie." 

What?! No nasty insults about the little girl being a virgin? That was really surprising.

"So what have you done?" Jackie asked. All eyes were on me now. Darla's went back to the road now and then to keep us out of an accident. But the focus was there.




Darla's Games Day 02



"I mean, when you are on a date and a guy has a rock hard cock from being with such a hot babe like you are, what do you do for him? Do you take care of him? Or do you just turn his balls blue and go home?" Jackie added. Her leading the conversation as opposed to Darla made it more like girl talk, than ordered responses from Darla. I didn't really want to get into my sex life, as dismal as it was, but I still felt compelled. I mean these girls were much older than me, probably like 25 or something. So, it wasn't like they hadn't done everything I had done and a lot more. On the other hand it was embarrassing to admit to my lack of experience.

"Well... I give them hand jobs." I mumbled. I was still quite flustered and just knew I was ten shades of red. "I tried to give a guy; you know... a blowjob a few times. But he always wanted to cum in my mouth, and I wouldn't let him, so he broke up with me."

Jackie smiled at me. Wow! These girls surprised me sometimes. I thought that the three of them would start in on me, teasing me for not having experience, but they didn't. They all seemed rather pleased at my lack of experience.

"Did they ever take care of you?" Jackie asked.

Take care of me? Oh! "Ummm, no, not really. I mean they felt me up and stuff, but after they, ummm, came, well, they didn't really ever get around to like making me cum."

"So did you just take care of yourself? Like after the date? OOO did you ever do it during the date?" Jackie was like really getting into this whole Q and A. Darla and Rachel let her keep the lead; I guess she was doing a good job for them.

"Never during the date." I started to sit up a little bit in my seat. This was almost okay. "Sometimes after. Sometimes I just let it cool down."

"So was Farin the first one to make you cum by someone else?" Jackie asked. Did she just lick her lip?

God it was hot in this car. "Umm, yeah, I guess so."

"So we were the first ones to ever see you cum?" She added.

"Yeah." I mumbled this time. The realization of those two facts was rather depressing. It burned me to my soul that my only sexual activities with other people had happened in the last 24 hours and was all attributable to these girls and was all against my will.

"That is... well, thank you Carrie. Thank you for sharing your first sexual experiences with us." Jackie smiled. She looked so sincere. Was that a tear in her eye?

I suddenly felt completely uncomfortable. They were thanking me? After they forced me into this? I felt confused. 

Darla made a sharp turn which slammed us all to the right side of the car as she made a harsh left. "Sorry, I almost missed the turn." She chuckled to herself.

And there it was my salvation from the third degree about my sex life... The grocery store.

Darla pulled into a parking space and shouted, "Let's shop!"

We all got out of the car and walked into the store like a bunch of regular girlfriends going shopping. I still felt a twinge of humiliation at them all knowing my true virginal status, but everything seemed okay at the moment. We pulled a cart out and I offered to push it, but Darla had other plans.

"Rachel, you push." She pulled my hand into hers and led me into the produce section. I was instantly filled with apprehension. It was rightly placed.

Looking around the brightly lit grocery store, I noticed a number of people shopping. There were a lot of solo women, some couples, and some women with children, all milling about with their shopping carts, placing items inside and moving along. 

Darla noticed a couple over by the bananas and tugged me along, pressing me between her and the guy of the couple. There wasn't a lot of room, so my side ended up brushing against his. He looked over and smiled. His girlfriend scowled at him and then at me.

"We need bananas for sure." Darla chimed in. "Grab a nice, thick, ripe bunch."

I reached over, brushing against the guy the whole time, until his girlfriend grabbed herself a bunch of bananas and tugged him away. Darla laughed. 

The coldness of the refrigeration emanating from under the bananas instantly hardened my nipples. I noticed them point through the fabric of my tight shirt and felt instantly humiliated. I quickly grabbed a bunch and went to place them in the cart.

"Okay. Let's get some cucumbers next." She tugged me to the vegetables. "And carrots." She laughed.

I kind of saw where this was going, but I just rolled my eyes and picked out some cucumbers of varying sizes per Darla's instructions and then carrots per her further direction. 

We walked and I tossed things into the cart as she instructed. Cheese, milk, sour cream, whipped cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup. Finally, out of the refrigerated aisle, and none too soon as my nipples threatened to poke clean through my shirt.

It was about then, as the air got a little warmer around the next aisle, that I realized just how naked I felt. Being cleanly waxed for the first time ever and having no panties to hide my sex from the air left me, well, excited. As much as I hated to admit it, I was getting aroused. I felt myself flushing from the feeling of nakedness on my pussy and ass.

Well, we got to the canned goods aisle and there was a soup she wanted on the bottom shelf. I bent at the knees to crouch down for it. The skirt demanded that I keep my knees close together to avoid flashing my lack of undergarments to the entire store. Darla tapped me on the shoulder and when I looked up; she shook her head at me and extended her index finger to direct me to stand up. 

I stood up, confused and she leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Bend at the waist and spread your feet." She giggled like it was a naughty secret.

I flushed red with embarrassment. I had selected the longest skirt I could find amongst my shredded clothes and it only went mid thigh. So bending over was a frightening thing, particularly given my lack of panties.

I decided, with a glare from Darla, that there was really no choice in the matter and I spread my feet slightly. Darla placed a foot in between mine and kicked my right foot out so I stood with my feet nearly three feet apart. I sighed deeply. The games were starting again.

I looked around to see who else was in the aisle. There, up ahead, was the couple from the bananas. The girl was selecting some items from the shelf, but I noticed the boy was looking over at me. He turned every once in awhile to make sure his girlfriend didn't see him staring, but I definitely held his attention.

Darla leaned in again and whispered. "Face me."

I turned and faced her, placing my feet apart as she had directed without a word earlier. She smiled and just nodded downward.

I took a deep breath and bent at the waist. The can she pointed to was all the way on the bottom shelf, so I had to bend all the way over. I felt my skirt rising up in back as I did this. I felt cool air on my pussy immediately and flushed all over again. I picked up a can and stood up.

"Hmmm." Darla mumbled, looking at the can before I could put it in the cart. "This one is dented. Get another one, one from way in the back."

I rolled my eyes and grabbing the perfectly good can from her hand leaned again. I had to reach way down to angle for a can in the back. As a result, I felt my skirt rise up to the tip of my ass. This, of course, made certain that my bald pussy was completely on display should anyone be looking there. And I didn't even need to look back to know the guy was looking there. I could see it on Darla's face when I stood up with a can from the back of the stack.

I turned to place the can in the cart and made the mistake of looking at the guy. His eyes were right on me. I blushed and dropped my gaze as I leaned to lower the can inside the cart. "Get another one from the back." Darla whispered and giggled. Rachel and Jackie were giggling right along with her.

I fought back the tear that threatened to dampen my cheek and turned back, spread my feet and leaned over to fetch another can. My skirt came up to roughly the same place and I just knew he was staring at me. I shivered. I could feel the wetness of excitement between my lips and I hated myself for it. I stood and turned to see him look away as his girlfriend led him down around to the next aisle.

"Mmm." Darla smiled. "That was fun huh Carrie?"

"Yeah." I mumbled. "Whee." I added sarcastically.

The three of them laughed out loud.

I grabbed more off the shelves per her instructions and we rounded the corner. She was moving me along rather quickly and I figured out why. She wanted to catch the guy again.

There he was in the cereal aisle. This time, I took more than a cursory look. He was pretty cute. He was definitely older than me, maybe around his mid to late twenties. His brown hair was cut short. He wore a nice red pullover with buttons at the top, but the top two buttons were left open to reveal a patch of hairy chest. His eyes were green, DAMN, stop making eye contact! I chastised myself. 

I dropped my gaze to his tight jeans. I nearly giggled aloud. He was tenting his jeans. I looked at 'it' for awhile, then figured I was being rude so I looked down at his brown boots instead. Then, I gazed over at his girlfriend. She was walking and looking up and down the aisles for whatever cereal she wanted. 

She looked pretty good to me. So, why the hell was this guy checking me out? She had long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a very beautiful face. She wore a sundress that clung to her ass as she leaned and searched. Her toenails were painted, as indicated by the cute sandals on her nearly bare feet. Was I checking her out?

I blushed and turned away. This all happened in like a matter of seconds as Darla pulled me closer to them. She stopped abruptly and turned me back towards the cart. "Oh, get those!" She exclaimed, pointing at a box of some sugar cereal on the bottom shelf. "But get one from the back; you know how they stock things."

I didn't even look back to see if her exclamation had gained both their attention as I am sure it was meant to do. I spread my feet, knowing that is what she wanted, and leaned over towards the floor. I had to lean pretty far to reach a box from the back and sure enough, I felt the tell tale sign that my lower ass cheeks and pussy were displayed to the couple. I never looked up to see if they were looking, but I could almost feel his cock getting harder, tenting his pants. I felt a hot stare at my charms and another, icier one. 

Too ashamed to look back even after standing up and putting the box in the cart. I kept looking towards Rachel, who smiled at me. "She saw." Rachel whispered. "She dragged him around the corner. She was pissed." She laughed.

I guess at that point, I kind of realized that this time I wasn't the game. The customers were the game, I was just the board sort of. We didn't run into the couple again. I think she might have dragged him up a few aisles to avoid us.

Still, we played. We just changed players. Darla had enough sense not to play the game in front of any kids. Thank God for that. I didn't want anyone reporting us to a manager or something. Hell, I didn't want to do it at all, but given that it was going to happen anyway, I'm glad she wasn't too overt.

We made our way to the meat section. It was very open and very busy. I was hoping she wouldn't do anything here. Anyway, there wasn't really anything down at floor level, so I couldn't really bend that low here.

I did, however, spend a lot of time leaning over the refrigerated meats and felt my nipples poking harder and harder through my tight shirt. My pussy, meanwhile, was definitely moist from the feeling of nakedness. I guess you would have to shave it bald for the first time and then run around with a skirt and no underwear to fully understand how it feels.

I noticed, out of the corners of my eyes, some people looking at me. Guys stared with open mouths or just knowing sneers. Women stared with jealousy or disdain. I flushed terribly, partly from the heat between my legs and partly from the embarrassment of it all.

Next to the meats were the yogurts and another opportunity to lean way down to get some from the back of the bottom shelf. It was like time stood still. There must have been a dozen people, in addition to the three with me, and I felt like every eye was on my exposed sex as I leaned down to pick them out, one at a time, twenty times.

As I leaned for the last one, Darla did the unexpected. She snuck up behind me and blocking the view with her own ass behind mine, she slid a finger up my slit from clit to hole and poked the tip in. I gasped, louder than I should have and I froze in place. I wanted to scream! I wanted to get up and pull away. But somehow I just stood there, legs spread, bent at the waist as her finger slowly fucked in and out of my pussy. 

My knees quivered as she slid deeper and deeper. I started feeling good... too good. I wondered if anyone realized what was happening from her stance behind me. I wondered if they could see her arm moving as she finger fucked me right there in the middle of the store. I wondered if she would keep this up until I came.

I couldn't do this. No way was I going to cum here. In spite of my fear of punishment, I sprang up... after about a minute, and put the last container in the cart. Her finger withdrew and I guess I was off the hook since she didn't admonish me.

Then, as if to correct my misperception, Darla leaned to me. "I have to use the bathroom, come on."

I followed her as we left Rachel and Jackie with the cart. Behind the double doors and into the Ladies Room we went. She closed and locked the door once we were inside. She turned on me at once.

"Little girl!" She raised her voice, but didn't yell so loud others would hear. "You knew I wanted you to stay down there didn't you?"

I looked up at those glaring eyes. Then down at my feet. "Yes."

"So, why did you stand up then?" Her voice was steady, but angry.

"I..." A single tear rolled down my cheek. I was in trouble and I hated her for that. "I didn't want to ... I couldn't... Please Darla." I whimpered.

"You didn't want to what little girl?"

"I didn't want to cum! I ... I ... Please don't make me do that." I pleaded.

"I think I have been too lenient. Apparently you think you get to choose. You are wrong. You are mine to play with as I please for the next fifty-four days. I am going to have to punish you so you will not do that again. Take off your skirt and give it to me.

I sighed. I thought I had played her little game very well. But any defiance on my part was instantly lost in a look at her eyes. I sadly dropped my gaze and opened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I bent over and picked it up and handed it to her. She sat it on top of the paper towel dispenser.

"Now bend over just like before and grab your ankles." Darla commanded.

I bent over and grabbed them, balancing myself on the heels and balls of my feet. I figured she was going to make me cum. But nothing could prepare me for what happened next. Her hand smacked my ass so hard I had to release my ankles and grab the sink to stop from falling over. It stung like hell. I yelped out loud.

"That is none. You will count them. If you fail to do so, they won't count."

SMACK! As hard as the last one on my other cheek. "One." I sobbed.

Over the next two minutes, she smacked and I counted. She held nothing back. It was the hardest spanking I think I had ever gotten in my life. When we got to ten, she turned me around to face her and demanded I look in the mirror behind my back. 

I leaned my head to the side and looked over my shoulder. My ass was so red. I wiped my tears and turned away, ashamed. "Sorry." I mumbled. And I meant it.

"Put your skirt on and let's go try it again." She ordered.

I shook all over. She was still going to do it. Even after that! I weakly reached up and put my skirt back on and followed her back out to the cart where Jackie and Rachel were giggling to each other. One look at my face and they knew what happened. They kind of looked sorry for me, their giggling ceased.

Darla tugged me over to the cheeses. "Bottom back." 

I don't think she even cared what kind it was. I leaned, my pussy hung out again and she stepped behind me. I could feel the cool air on my heated lower ass cheeks, which felt good. Her finger went straight into my soaking hole. I could not help but feel her finger fucking in and out of my pussy and in spite of everything, it felt good. I just held there, trying to act normal, like I was just looking for the precisely right package of cheese while she finger fucked me.

My cheeks blushed. I looked up. There was an older lady, probably someone's grandmother, putting bread into her cart. There was another woman, probably someone's mom, laying a carton of juice into hers. Then, my eyes met those of another woman, around twenty-something I'd guess. She stood there with a loaf of bread in her hand and looked into my eyes. I averted mine back to the cheeses instantly, but feeling her stare on me, I had to look back to see if I was right.

She had short brown hair. Her tight jeans clung to her legs like a second skin. The shirt she wore was a half shirt and I saw her exposed belly quiver. But worst of all was her deep brown eyes, which I met again and couldn't tear away from. She was watching, pretty much never taking her eyes off me. He hand clinched around the loaf of bread, squeezing it as she stared.

I wanted to scream out to her to help me. I was here against my will. I didn't want to be doing this. But the fingering continued. I stood there, bent over and just watched her eyes as the pleasure hit me in waves. Darla's finger got more insistent, thrusting in and out and then her thumb moved to my clit. She started circling it round and round. 

This woman couldn't possibly see this happening. She just saw me bent over; saw Darla's position and I'm sure figured it out. She watched intently and I saw here glance around really quick to see if anyone was watching her. Then she brushed her nipple through her shirt as her hand drifted down. I could tell because her nipple then poked out through her shirt and she seemed to be wearing a bra.

Then her hand slid lower. I followed it with my eyes, but then kept glancing back to the eye contact she made with me. Faster and faster Darla went with her finger and thumb. It was feeling so god damned good. 

The woman then did something I never thought she would do. She turned her hips to face me and slid her hand between her legs and rubbed. She was slow and deliberate. Not trying to get off, just enjoying watching me receive what she imagined I was receiving. She glanced up the aisle now and then to ensure the privacy of her actions, but then her eyes would always return to my own.

Then it happened. I felt the tremor in my thighs, in my knees. I was about to cum. The heat was making me perspire. The woman's gaze was holding me captive. I felt my eyes rolling back and ...

Just as I was about to orgasm really hard, Darla pulled away. I stood there, still bent and exposed, waiting for her to finish me off, but it never came. Instead I saw her walk over in front of me and I realized my fingered open pussy was on display. I stayed like that as she walked over to the woman. The woman finally stopped looking at me to note Darla approaching her. Was I allowed to stand up yet? I wondered.

I returned to searching for the 'right' cheese while Darla spoke to the woman. They spoke awhile and nodded a bit. Her eyes kept darting back to me. Darla handed her the cell phone she had given me and the woman pulled out her own. They typed into each others phones and then the woman turned and left, giving me a bright smile as she did.

I blushed and continued desperately to look like I wasn't intentionally showing my excited pussy to the world behind me. Darla returned and looked at me. She laughed lightly. "Just grab one and get up."




Darla's Games Day 02



I quickly did so, smoothing my skirt down as I did. I looked behind me to see a couple standing there. The guy smiled at me and the girl looked disgusted with me. I turned away at once.

God I was so horny now. She had me right there, so close. Why did she stop? Had she just realized we were being watched at that moment? Questions not to be asked or answered as Darla led the way to the bread then around to the cleaning products.

"Pick out what you want and throw it in the cart. You have a pretty good idea what needs to be done." She turned. "Rachel, stay with her. Jackie, come with me."

And she left with Jackie down the aisle and around the corner.

Rachel walked with me side by side down the aisle; I was throwing dish detergent, sponges, paper towels, and an assortment of spray bottles, air refresheners and whatever else I could think of into the cart. My damned legs wouldn't stop shaking. 

"That was pretty ... fucked up." Rachel giggled to me. "I guess you really need to cum bad now huh?"

I looked up at her. There was no malice there. I scoffed and tossed a Glade plug in into the cart. "I hate her."

"Shhh." Rachel smiled. "Don't say that. She just likes to wind you up. Don't let her see things bother you and she'll get bored. Trust me."

Silence followed, I had nothing to say at the moment, I was fuming.

"Look, Carrie, this whole thing isn't going to be fair, trust me on that. Don't try to reason it or make sense of it, it won't and you'll go crazy. She spanked you, I know that hurt, but it won't hurt long. I'll even rub it for you if you want." She giggled and slipped a finger under my skirt to press my ass cheek.

I reflexively pulled away from her.

She wasn't angry though. "Look at the bright side. You only have like fifty four days of this. Think about Sue, this is her life."

I looked at her and my mouth dropped. 

"Oh, sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you that." Rachel gritted her teeth and made an anguished face like this could be a problem. "Please act like you don't know if you can. I mean, it's not like Jill owns me or anything, and sure as hell Darla doesn't, but it's easier not to make rifts with them. If you know what I mean."

She was almost pleading with me... weird. "Yeah, ummm no problem, I won't act any differently. I won't say anything."

"Thanks." Rachel smiled and gave me a side ways hug. "Let's finish up and get out of here. I think you've had enough public display don't you?"

I smiled. "I think any is more than enough."

She laughed. I did too. Sometimes, I really felt like one of the girls. At least with Rachel and Jackie and... Jill. Well, something different there, but ... God, I think I am gay sometimes. I shuddered off the thought and we finished tossing stuff into the cart. Rachel laughed at how much it was going to cost Darla.

I smiled at this and started looking at prices, picking the most expensive brands I could find. Probably a hundred dollars later, we exited the aisle, smiling side by side. My quivering pussy had almost stopped twitching.

We headed down towards the start of the store and eventually found Darla and Jackie with another cart full of cookware and dishes and bowls and whatever else they thought of to fill the vacant cupboards. They saw us and waved us up to them and we all left for the checkout counters.

Darla knew which one she wanted and led us right to it. Aisle four, a pretty young girl was tending the register. She was leaning away, talking to a customer who was finishing up, then turned to the next one in line, who was in front of us. 

There were shorter lines, but I instantly figured out why she picked this one. At least, I thought I knew. How could this be a coincidence? There, at the register was none other than Rebecca. 

Rebecca was a cheerleader. Here I thought all the cheerleaders were from rich families. Damn, a lot of them apparently worked. She had long white-blonde hair down to her ass. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen and I secretly wondered if it weren't colored contact lenses. She had bright white teeth, huge breasts (bigger than mine) and the cutest little butt. God, I hated her.

This one really hated me too. I mean, she had reason to, unlike Farin. Farin, I still have no idea why she hated me; I never did shit to her. I barely even knew her really. But Rebecca and I had a history. Back in our sophomore year, she was dating this guy named Brad. He was really cute, and well, to make a long story short... I stole him. 

I wasn't really proud of it. I guess at the time, I bragged about it. It didn't even last long. After he found out I wouldn't 'put out', he dumped me and went back to her. But, it always endured throughout the school that I stole him from the perfect little cheerleader. So, a lot of bad blood there. There are more details, but they are of little consequence to the story, at least for now.

She looked at me and scowled. Great. Then she picked up her cell phone and started laughing. Laughing at me for sure. She sat her cell phone down wide open with the screen lit and started checking out the person in front of us. The woman was probably my mom's age, maybe a little younger. The phone was left where she could see it if she were a little nosy, but she seemed more interested in watching the scanner to make sure nothing got rung up twice.

I kept trying to see what she had on the screen, though deep down, I kind of had it figured out. We got closer and I diverted my attention to the cart and started emptying them onto the conveyer belt. I purposefully faced away from Rebecca and dutifully emptied the cart as the woman checked out and left. I stayed up at the far end and kept going as she rang things and put them in bags. 

Darla pushed past me with the first emptied cart and was about to start putting a bag in, when she changed her mind. "Carrie, you come do this, Jackie can empty the other cart."

I reluctantly trudged down there and couldn't avoid facing Rebecca now. She stopped scanning for a moment and moved her phone over to the baggage area. 

"Oh, hi Carrie." As if she didn't know it was me until just then. "Check out my new phone! It has this feature that lets you scroll through all the pictures with one button. See?"

She pushed the button and I followed her hand. Big mistake. There it was, as I already knew. The series of my waxing flashing before me. She giggled and returned to scanning. I threw bags roughly into the cart. How the hell could she? Farin swore she wouldn't share these pictures. I was fuming. My life was over; I would simply have to convince my mom to move to another town. 

The pictures flashed and I browsed occasionally, just to see how bad it was. I wasn't disappointed. I mean, I was pissed, but they were as bad as I had feared. Close-ups, shot after shot of them. Then wide angles to get me tethered to a chair with my pussy gaping open. I finished loading the first cart and pushed it out of the aisle just as Rachel pushed the second cart up.

"You know..." Rebecca started talking to me and I rolled my eyes. Here it comes, I thought. "Last night, when Brad and I were making love..." Whatever, slut!

"Farin called and of course, I let it ring to message the first two times, but when she rang a third time, I figured it might be important. I do love Brad, he never stopped thrusting his big ... well, and he never stopped. I guess you know how big it is." She laughed.

"I mean..." She made a motion with her hand stroking up and down and pushed her tongue into her cheek, the hand signal for a blow job. "So, imagine my surprise when she tells me that you and Julie are lesbos. I couldn't believe it and I told her so. Then she sent these pictures. I don't know how she got them, but wow!"

Julie?! That lying bitch! I must have been bright red with anger at this point.

"So, Brad moves into a doggie position with me. Oh... um, that is when the girl is on her knees and the guy is kneeling behind her, fucking her from behind." She explained as if I was that dumb that I didn't know what doggie style was. I rolled my eyes at her. But I wasn't going to acknowledge her with a single word.

"See, that way, we could both watch the images on my phone as they popped up. He really enjoyed seeing your pussy. Apparently it was the first time." She laughed. 

I couldn't help myself then, "Yeah, I guess I just don't go whipping my cunt out on the first date. Scruples, you should buy some." 

She turned red in the face and we exchanged glares. I thought she was going to try to hit me, but she calmed herself, it seemed to pain her to do so. Then, she just decided to ignore my comment. "He asked for a copy, but I didn't want him looking at your little lesbo cunt when he has my pretty pussy to enjoy all he wants. So, no, I think I won't share them with the whole football team ... for now." There was no hiding the threat there. It was real. I turned away and kept my mouth shut.

"So have you always been a lesbo Carrie?" Rebecca asked. It dawned on me then, that Darla, Rachel and Jackie were surprisingly quiet through this exchange. I looked over at them. Darla just smiled. Jackie and Rachel were making themselves busy unloading the cart. They seemed embarrassed for me. "I mean, is that why you would only suck Brad's cock and not even swallow?"

I don't know why it surprised me that he would tell her that, but I felt betrayed. I just went back to the business of packing up the cart.

"I guess your silence is a yes. Have you and Julie been lovers for long? I always knew you two were practically joined at the hip, but wow, none of us had any clue you were carpet munchers. I mean Julie even has had sex with boys! What an actress!"

Ignore her, I told myself as my fists clinched. I put the next bag in the cart. For her part, Rebecca never missed a beat. She kept scanning and bagging... and talking.

"I wonder how Chad will react when he finds out." My eyes sprang wide open at this. Chad was this guy from the football team that Julie had a crush on. I didn't really even think anyone but she and I knew about it. I didn't care if she fucked with me; I got myself into this mess and could handle myself. But no way is she bringing Julie into this. My plan to be silent was over.

I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her toward the baggage area so her stomach was tight against the edge and my face was right in hers. I saw the fear in her eyes, she thought I was going to punch her and flinched at the force in which I had not only pulled her, but continued to hold her as she vainly wriggled her arm to get loose.

I stared her down, right in her eyes and there was no doubt as to the hate between us. Her face reddened with anger or fear or whatever else was going through her pretty blonde head. I leaned closer and said quietly, not to be overheard by the whole store, but very certainly and with all the resolve I felt at that moment.

"You listen to me Rebecca. That was your whore friend's hand, not Julie's. You start this rumor and I swear to you, I will kick your ass in front of the whole school. Then I will steal Brad back again. Remember how easy it was last time? I wonder how hard it would be if I just told him I'd put out like his slut girlfriend? You back the fuck off of Julie. Leave her out of this."

She was seething when I let her wrist go and she straightened herself up. I could tell she wanted to hit me, but she was afraid of me too. I think part of her was even considering how bad it would be for her precious position in high school society if I stole Brad back again. I could see the little wheels turning in her head, how enraged she was that I would dare to touch her holier than thou cheerleader wrist. 

After a full minute or two of just glaring at each other she scoffed. "How protective you are of your secret little love. Whatever, Bitch."

Well, it didn't bridge any gaps in our relationship, but she didn't try to taunt me anymore while she angrily scanned and bagged the rest of the purchases. Darla paid and I glared at Rebecca, daring her to fuck with me again.

We pushed out to the parking lot and Rachel and Jackie burst out laughing. "Holy shit! I thought you were going to kick her ass!" Rachel laughed so loud that people turned in the parking lot to look at us.

I was still too angry to fully enjoy their amusement, but I gave her a cursory smile.

"Carrie, you handled yourself ... well, that was really nicely done." Jackie added.

Darla just scoffed. Her plan had apparently not gone as she wished. She did smile at me though. The girls relived the exchange on the way to the car, mostly Jackie and Rachel, who high fived me twice. Darla popped the trunk and set me to packing everything inside. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she watched me. 

I was about half way through when she walked up behind me and yanked my skirt up to the top of my ass. I gasped and looked around quickly to see who else was there. She tucked the bottom into the waist and left it there. "Quickly, finish and get in the car." She said, not so much in a whisper, but not loudly either.

There were people, but they didn't seem to notice, yet. I moved quickly, grabbing two bags at a time and thrusting them into the cart. I finished loading it in record time and slammed the trunk shut. Darla was inside and I reached back for my skirt.

"Push the carts back; I'll meet you in front of the store." She instructed. I went to pull my skirt down. "Leave it."

Shit! My ass was full on display. I couldn't believe this. I groaned in frustration and grabbing one cart, pushed it into another and ran them down to the store. I pushed them up on the sidewalk and turned around and pressed my bare ass against the wall. No doubt some people had seen me as about ten pairs of eyes were on me. They all turned and went back to their business eventually as I backed against the wall though.

Darla took her sweet time pulling up to the fire lane and Jackie wound down the window for her so she could talk to me through it. "I think you are supposed to put them inside." She flatly told me.

I rolled my eyes at her and looked around. No avoiding all the people, so I just did it. I ran them inside, pushed them into the row of available carts and fled back outside where the car waited. Jackie was leaned forward and had the seat half way up and the door open for me. I practically dove inside.

"Good job little girl. You listened very well. Let's get out of here before that security guard calls the cops." She laughed and I looked up to see a security guard from the store walking toward us. "Pull your skirt up, spread your legs and diddle. Don't cum." She ordered and off she drove.

I did it. Half heartedly again, but with having almost cum in the store and the near fist fight with Rebecca, I was fuming. I looked at my hand and noticed I was taking it out on my poor bare pussy. I was getting highly aroused. So, I slowed down and tried to think of something else. It didn't work out very well.

Dogs... Rebecca is a dog. How dare she involve Julie in this? I'm not a lesbian. I noticed my rubbing getting harder again. Damn, have to stop that.

Fair weather today... Farin, that bitch! She promised she wouldn't share any pictures. Who else had she sent them to? What was I going to walk in on Monday morning? I pictured the whole school brandishing cell phones with pictures of my pussy on them. I'll kill that bitch! Damnit, I am rubbing too hard again.

Groceries... What was up with the bananas?

I looked out at the side of the road and drifted my mind to school. To math problems. To anything that would take my mind off the itch in my pussy that was getting harder and harder not to scratch.

Jackie, Rachel and Darla glanced now and then, but mostly talked amongst themselves. I heard my name and 'little girl' from time to time, but there were no pauses that indicated I was supposed to participate in this conversation, so I didn't. 

Twenty-Seven plus Forty-Two is... ummm Sixty Nine. Ugh, why did that number pop up? Thirteen plus Ninety Four is One Hundred and Seven. Better.

About fifty math problems in my head later, we pulled into the hovel again and my salvation seemed at hand. God I needed to cum.

"Unpack the car little girl, leave your skirt tucked in." Darla, Jackie and Rachel got out and after opening the trunk, left me alone. 

I carried load after load inside, my ass bared to the wind. At least no one was around. It was almost non-distracting by the fifth trip. The three of them sat at the table, drinking wine they had pulled from the refrigerator in the new glasses Darla had bought at the store. They were talking in hushed tones whenever I walked in and I got the impression that Darla was in an argument with the two of them.

I decided to eavesdrop a bit, and left the door open on my next trip, I waited at the door, out of sight to hear what was being said.

"I don't care what you say Darla, and Jill won't either. You are not going to do that." Rachel said in a hushed but angry tone.

"Fine. I'll tell you what. I won't do it unless she begs me too. Is that okay with you two tattle tales?" Darla answered angry at some disagreement, apparently over me.

"No. I know what you are doing, getting her all heated up so she will agree with anything to have her little orgasm. It is NOT going to happen." Jackie was kind of loud this time. I think I would have heard her with the door closed.

"God damn, you little goody-two-shoe bitches." Darla muttered and stopped talking for a minute. "Like any of us chose the time we lost our virginity." She muttered.

I crept toward the car in tears. She wanted to take my virginity away. I grabbed a couple of bags and just stood there, skirt tucked up, ass hanging out, sobbing. Was I really in this deep? I mean, the games were getting out of hand, my life was spinning out of control, but it never occurred to me she might do that. Could she? Was her finger long enough? Maybe that was the reason for the vegetables? Oh God.

I guess I stood there, bent over the trunk sobbing for too long. Darla came out pissed and saw me. "You little bitch. You were listening in weren't you? Get those fucking bags in here and be quick about it."

I never stopped crying as I finished unloading the car. A few well aimed smacks from Darla kept me moving fairly quickly. When I finished I stood there, puffy eyed, and tears had soaked my shirt. Darla glared at me. 

"It isn't going to happen so just stop your sniveling. I'm not going to take your precious little cherry. But you did listen in and you shouldn't have, so I am going to beat your ass. Now get over here and lean over the table."

I hesitated and she screamed "Now!", and I practically ran and bent at the waist letting my chest rest on the table.

"Count them." She instructed and this time I heard her pull her belt off her skirt. I winced in apprehension and she licked her lip as she saw my ass tighten up.

THWACK! The pain I felt was, well, it pretty much shattered my mind. It was like someone had taken an iron and pressed it to my ass cheeks. I actually screamed and I started to get up to run away. I thought better of it and lay back down and grabbed the sides of the table, my arms stretched as far as they would go. "One." I breathed out.

THWACK! Again, if anything it was more painful than the first. Tears fell uncontrollably from my cheeks, but I was sure I would somehow live. "Two." I whispered. I hadn't screamed this time. I felt like holding back the noise that was tearing through my very soul somehow deadened not only my pain, but her pleasure.

By the tenth thwack of the belt, I was no longer holding in. I was screaming and begging for no more, but I never failed to count out the "ten". I was mumbling almost incoherently, begging and pleading for her to stop. I was sure my ass must be ripped wide open. It burned so badly I felt it must be melting away.




Darla's Games Day 02



Darla threw the belt over my head and told me. "Stay. Don't move a muscle."

I laid there, tears free falling, shoulders shaking. The pain was way beyond pride and I didn't care who saw right then.

It was about that time that the front door crashed open. I looked over, startled by the sound, but dared not to lift my body as Jill came in with an anger I hadn't dreamed possible on her face.

"Darla!" She screamed out and stomped through the living room toward the kitchen. I didn't dare to turn my head to see her, but I knew she must have had fear in her eyes from the vicious visage of Jill's face. Still, Jill barely gave me a glance. She didn't even acknowledge me. She stomped past me and the next thing I heard was her stomping down the hall with Darla behind her.

"You fucking bitch! You just don't get it do you?" Jill was yelling at her.

"What?!" Darla screamed back at her, but I could tell there was some fear there.

"Sue is mine, you had no right to do that shit and you damn well know it. Drop your fucking skirt right now cunt or we are going rounds."

Wow! What did she do to Sue? I couldn't imagine as I wept with my ass exposed. I didn't hear any more yelling for awhile, so I guess Darla did as she was told. I wished I could see her.

I did look up to see Rachel and Jackie and they looked like they were afraid for Darla. They just kept whispering to each other, "I told her." And "She just never listens."

For my part, I wasn't about to move. My ass was still on fire, and honestly, this was probably the best position to let it cool down. In long minutes that could have been an hour or more, Jill came back out of the room and I thought I heard Darla sobbing in the background.

Jill walked up to me, there was still anger on her face, but I knew it wasn't at me. "Clean this fucking house Carrie. I'm tired of looking at your ass." She smiled then for a moment, as if the last part was a kindness to let me cover my ass. But I was taken aback by her abrupt demeanor. She saw this and sat down and leaned in so her face was inches from my own, my eyes captured by hers again. I shuddered.

She smiled, more gently this time. "Hey." She caressed my cheek and pulled a strand of wet hair from my forehead. "I'm not mad at you. Don't worry about it, okay? Just clean up and things will be better. Work is distracting, trust me." 

She smiled so softly, then went to stand up and turned to Jackie and Rachel. "Come with me." It was definitely not a request and the two of them looked almost scared as they followed Jill out of the house and shut the door to keep me from hearing.

I was nearly alone. I realized how silly it was I was laying there. I mean Jill told me to get up, and obviously, she overruled Darla. I got up and started by putting all the things that go in the refrigerator away. Then I pulled up a chair and used it like a step ladder to clean all the cupboards out before putting the rest of the food away. 

Hours must have passed, but Darla never left the room in the back and Jill, Rachel and Jackie never returned. I just kept working. The burning in my ass was still poignant, but becoming less so by the minute. I was sweaty and dirty from the job. Climbing, spraying, wiping, and scrubbing. For some reason, I wanted to do a really good job for Jill. I finished the cupboards and then put all the remaining items away. 

I then cleaned out the refrigerator, one disgusting shelf at a time. By the time I was finished it looked like an almost new refrigerator. I scrubbed the top and outside of it. I got on my hands and knees and cleaned the floor. I was kind of hungry, but dared not eat, even though there was now an abundance of food in the fridge and the cupboards. 

When no one came to stop me, I made my way from the kitchen to the dining room. On hands and knees I scrubbed the floor. I cleaned the table to a dull shine. I cleaned the chairs. I climbed up and cleaned the chandelier that dangled from the ceiling. 

Still, no one returned to stop me. So, I made my way to the living room. I scrubbed and scoured the floor here as well. I did my best to clean the mismatched couch and loveseat. I then cleaned all the windows in this side of the house. I never dared to venture past the living room towards the hall though. It was like an area not to be entered. 

I noticed then, I really had to go to the bathroom badly. I knew the bathroom must be down the hall, but I was afraid to go down there. Finally, I just let my fear take a back seat to my urgency and headed down there and sure enough, on the right, was the bathroom. I went inside, closed the door and peed. 

This far down the hall, I could hear whimpering from the bedroom at the end. In spite of my hatred for Darla, I felt bad for her suddenly. What could Jill have done to make such a brute of a girl whimper this long? I hadn't heard any belts hitting flesh. I hadn't heard any sounds actually. I dried with the toilet paper we had bought and flushed.

I so wanted to look inside that room, but I didn't feel like dying so I just returned to the living room. I washed all the windows in the living room, dining room and kitchen from inside. Then, feeling I had done all I could without going down the hall, I went outside with a chair and cleaned the outside of all the windows.

I noticed the sun starting to dip. I was tired, filthy and so hungry and thirsty I thought I would collapse. I had spent the entire day cleaning. Then, like that ton of bricks, I remembered I was supposed to call my mom. Darla's car was still gone, apparently with Jill, Rachel and Jackie. That just left Darla. Oh God I didn't want to ask her anything.

No phone on the wall. I had the cell phone, but was afraid to use it without permission. I tiptoed to the edge of the hall and whispered her name. "Darla?"

I heard rustling from the room at the end of the hall. I heard a deep sniff. She must have been composing herself. "What is it little girl?" She barely sounded anything but her strong self. Maybe she hadn't been whimpering at all.

"I umm. I need to call my mom. I was supposed to come home for dinner and its getting kind of late. I promised I'd call if I couldn't be back." I said it with the kind of quiet respect you show when you really don't want to disrupt someone but you have to.

"Use the cell. Tell her you will be home whenever. What time do you usually have to go to bed?" 

"I usually... umm, well like 9 or 10." I stammered.

"Tell her you'll be back home before 10 then." Darla replied. She never opened the door.

I used the cell to inform mom of my delayed arrival. She wanted details and I just told the truth, that I was cleaning a friend's house. I didn't specify that it wasn't Julie, but I figured that was best. She made some reference to me cleaning her house. I laughed and said sure. Then she dropped a bomb on my whole day. 

"Julie came by looking for you. So what have you really been doing?" Mom was mad. Wow, she had hidden it really well earlier. I instantly cursed myself for not covering with Julie.

"I ... Mom, it's a new friend of mine. You haven't met her and I didn't want you to worry, so I said it was Julie."

"Is this a boy friend?" She thought I was fucking some guy, I was sure of it. I almost laughed. 

"No Mom, it's a girl, her name is Darla. She just moved into a new house and I was helping them move in. We went shopping and I helped her clean all day."

I was so busted. This was not going to end well. "Let me talk to her then." Mom said.

"Okay, umm." I stammered. "Well, she can't come to the phone right now."

"Yeah right Carrie. Is there a boy next to you right now? If so, put him on the phone now." Mom replied, she wasn't buying it.

"Mom. I swear there are no boys here." I was struggling. That was when I heard the door open at the end of the hall. Darla was dressed and didn't look at all like she had been distressed in any way. She strode down the hall and put her hand out for the phone.

"Hi Miss... ummm Carrie's Mom." Darla put on a much younger voice that nearly made me giggle out loud. She smiled at me and turned up and eyebrow and stuck out her tongue, trying to make me laugh.

I couldn't hear my mom anymore, but figured what was said.

"This is Darla, I just moved in and Carrie was helping me all day. My mom says we can drop her off whenever you want, but I was hoping she could stay a little longer. We are becoming such good friends. And she is really helping us clean up this mess."

The voice Darla used had me cracking up as quietly as possible.

"Oh yes, well thanks Miss Carol. I'll tell Mom. Do you want to talk to Carrie again?"

"Okay, well nice talking to you. Thanks a bunch."

She closed the phone and made a funny face and I laughed. She looked around the room and then let the funny face drop. She looked in awe as she walked through the living room and to the kitchen and the dining room.

"God damn Carrie. You have been a busy little..." She looked at me and stopped. Something was very different. "You did a great job sweetie. Let's get something to eat, you must be starved."

Well, by 'lets' it meant me. I made us a big bowl of spaghetti, in case the other girls ever decided to come back and besides a glass of water, she gave me a half glass of wine to sip over dinner. I even heated up some bread to go with the meal.

I'd go into the conversation and details of the next hour, but they are kind of boring. We made small talk. I mean, things came up like my schedule, which I knew was prying for her game time, but for the most part, it was non-intrusive, pleasant conversation throughout dinner. I was starved, and she commented on how much I had eaten. 

I was also filthy and she recommended a bath. I commented about not having a change of clothes so I may as well just do it at home and she offered up her washer and dryer. She was being so nice; I figured I may as well. I tossed my skirt and shirt in the washing machine and turned it on. Looking down on my naked body, I could see the lines where the dirt had gotten on my bare skin. I gladly drew a bath and jumped in, luxuriating in the hot water. 

I washed my hair and body and lay back in the tub. Relaxation overtook me and I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt. There I was in a garden. People were walking around, talking to each other. I was naked, but no one took any notice of me. My chest heaved in the exhilaration of being so wonderfully naked. I looked out at the crowd, a sea of unfamiliar faces. I wondered where I was. The sound of a fountain splashed softly in the background. 

Then, through the den of unknown faces, I caught a glimpse of her. It seemed the fountain had stopped splashing for the moment she raised her eyes to mine. Jill was dressed in a beautiful flowing gown. She walked so smoothly it was as if she floated towards me.

I felt so needy, I touched myself in ways most private. My left hand caressed my breast. My right hand slid between my legs and felt the moistness that her eyes had created. She came closer and closer. I was rubbing harder now. She was right in front of me. She closed her eyes and leaned in and our lips were so close. I felt her breath on my face as the distance turned to nothing. The damned fountain started again. How rude!

My eyes snapped open and I looked down. Sure enough, my hands were occupied as they had been in my dream, but with my waking, they had stopped moving. I was awake now, the water was cold. Why was the fountain still flowing? I looked toward the sound and screamed.

There was a man there peeing in the toilet. He was looking at me over his shoulder and jumped when I screamed. 

"Sorry. Almost done." He stammered. "I didn't mean to look. Sorry but you were apparently... Nevermind." He shook his hips and I heard him zip up as he turned away and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

I sat bolt upright. I looked at the unlocked door. I looked around at the lack of shower curtain, which I had just noticed for the first time. I stood up and ran to the door, water dripping to puddle on the floor as I did so. I turned the lock on the door and slammed my back against it to bar the man from coming back.

Outside I heard a commotion. People were chatting out there, a lot of them. Then I heard loud sounds of laughter. I screamed again. I heard muffled voices mixed with the laughter and then Darla's voice at the door. 

"I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful there. Open the door and I'll give you a towel."

I opened the door and she handed me a towel. "Do you have another one for my hair?" I asked.

"Sure" And she handed me a second. I wrapped my hair in one towel and quickly dried and wrapped the other around my body, tucking it inside at my breasts. The larger towel, which I had of course used for my body, barely could stretch the distance between my ass and breasts. I opened the door. Darla was standing there.

"Who was that guy!?" I practically screamed. 

"A friend." She answered. "His name is Matt; I'll introduce you if you want."

I shook my head no. "Where are my clothes?" I whispered.

"In the washer I guess." She whispered back.

"Oh. Well, could you switch them to the dryer for me?" I asked.

She laughed and I knew that kind streak was over. My eyes went from bright and hopeful to dejected and scared in a second. I held the towel firmly at my breasts and walked across the hall to the laundry closet. I caught images of people to the end of the hall and I blocked them out. I opened the lid and there were my clothes, soaking wet in the washing machine. I tossed them into the dryer and started it up.

I turned to look at Darla. "I don't suppose you have anything I could wear meanwhile?"

I knew the answer, no need to wait for it. "Nope. Come on, I want you to meet some friends of ours." Darla grabbed my hand and I knew better than to bother with resisting.

I walked out into the living room and all eyes turned to see me. There were at least five guys and fifteen girls. I blushed in my towel. They all had clothes of course. Jackie ran up with a glass of wine in her hand and gave me a hug. "Hey Carrie. You did an awesome job cleaning this place up. We saw it and all thought 'party' at the same time!"

I felt my towel slip a bit as she hugged me and as the hug broke, quickly went to tighten the towel with my left hand. "Carrie!" Rachel yelled and ran over to hug me too. I rolled my eyes; she actually teasingly tugged on the towel. "Great job!" She laughed as she lost a half-hearted tug of war for the towel and went back to the party.

The next thing I knew, I was being introduced one by one to the guests. I was too freaked out to focus on anyone other than who Darla was introducing me to at the time. I never wanted to go home so bad in my life. Here I was, in a towel that barely contained my breasts and ass, meeting this guy and that girl and they all wanted to talk and steal glances at my cleavage. 

I met Matt of course, and blushed brightest red at this guy, who had seen me not only naked, but fondling myself. He, fortunately, seemed a little embarrassed as well, so it was even more uncomfortable. About seven guests in, I saw Farin in the dining room, chatting and laughing with Rebecca. There, next to them was Brad, he looked up at me and smiled, then poked Rebecca to get her attention. 

She and Farin looked at me and laughed. "Nice outfit!" Farin yelled across the room.

I turned to Darla. "I want to go home."

Darla smiled and said, "No."

"Can I just go wait in the other room for my clothes to dry then?" I pleaded.

"Oh get off it Carrie. They all saw you naked in the tub. We snuck them all in to see you. Don't be modest. From what Matt told us, you were enjoying yourself quite a bit in there." She snickered.

I hung my head and blushed. "It... was a dream." I muttered.

"Yeah, quite a good one I'll bet." Darla quipped. "Let's go meet Diane and Roger; they are dying to see you."

I didn't bother to ask who Diane and Roger were, after all, I was about to find out. I gasped when I saw her. Diane was the woman from the grocery store and Roger was her boyfriend. After about twenty minutes of grasping my towel for dear life and meeting everyone in the house, Darla pulled me with her to chat with her in the corner of the dining room where Farin, Rebecca and Brad were standing.

"Excuse us Brad." Darla said to him. "Girl talk."

He frowned and reluctantly left Rebecca's side and headed into the kitchen.

"So Carrie," Darla started. Rebecca and Farin hung on every word though they looked at me the whole time. "Tomorrow you have school and I won't be able to be there." She faked a pouting face. "So, you will be on your best behavior and listen to whatever Farin and Rebecca tell you to do. Anything they say is as good as from me and you know what will happen if you disobey me."

Rebecca's eyes lighted up like she had just gotten the best Christmas present of her life. Farin smiled at me mischievously. "In fact, why don't we go in the back room and flush out the details. There are rules." She looked up at Farin and Rebecca with a rather stern face and Rebecca's glee lowered just a little bit.

We walked through the crowd and back to the back bedroom. I hadn't noticed at the moment, but Jill followed and came in with us. Rebecca and Farin playfully jumped onto the bed and sat up. Darla stood off to the right facing them. I stood by the door and Jill made her way across from me, behind the bed.

"Farin, Rebecca." I could tell Darla was put out by Jill's presence, but she hid it well enough. "First off, Carrie is a virgin."

The two of them cackled. I hung my head in my hands. I'd never live this down. 

"She is to stay that way. You cannot make her have sex with any guys. You may not break her hymen." The two of them kept giggling.

"I mean it!" Darla snapped at them. They stopped giggling at once. "You do anything to change that I will fuck you up so bad, you will think what Carrie has to put up is fantasy camp. Don't fuck with me and stop the stupid giggling."

Even that bitch Farin kept her mouth shut. Maybe Jill controlled Darla, but it was obvious that Farin would listen to her sister. 

"She will not be your little servant or any bullshit like that. If you want her to do something out of the rules, you both have my cell and you better fucking call me first. If you can't reach me, then use your judgment, but you know what I want Farin, so don't act stupid and make sure Rebecca understands the same. You do a damned thing I don't like without my permission, ditto that last threat.

The girls frowned, but they both agreed.

"If you can't follow my rules, get the fuck out now and give me your cell on the way out. Rebecca, the only reason you have those pictures is because I know how much you hate Carrie and I figured that disdain would help me to keep an eye on her. I mean it though, any of those pics go out from your phone, I will find out and I will be on your ass like white on rice, you got me?"

Rebecca didn't look so sure of herself anymore. She nodded.

Darla stepped up beside me and grabbed the towel and ripped it off before I could stop her. "There is not a fucking mark on her body." She grabbed my shoulder and made me turn around to show my back too before turning fully around to face them again. I knew I wasn't to cover up so I didn't. "Keep it that way. I find out either of you so much as bruise her knee playing your games with her, I will fuck you up so bad, you will feel the pain for months."

She held the towel away and I knew better than to interrupt her to ask for it back. I stretched my left forearm across my breasts and held my right hand over my bald pubic area. I kept my legs tight together.

Darla rolled her eyes at me. "Move your fucking hands down Carrie."




Darla's Games Day 03



Day 3 Monday>

Sleep came quick enough. I just cried myself there. However, it was not the most restful sleep I have ever had. I felt like I tossed and turned all night. How did I get into this mess? How was I going to get out? Would the next fifty-three days leave me with any sanity at all?

I woke to the sound of my mom yelling that she was leaving for work. I quickly tossed on a nightshirt. It had been cut off to my upper thigh, but at least it was quick. I ran downstairs and hugged her goodbye. 

For a moment I felt safe in her hug. I wanted to stay there, but I knew she had to leave and I had to really get going. She hugged me softly back and kissed my head. 

"You'd better hurry honey or you'll miss the bus." She reminded me as she headed out the door. I guess I had the look of anxiety on my face, because she turned back and added. "Are you okay Carrie? Is something wrong?"

I shook myself and forced a smile. "No, everything is fine mom. See you when you get home."

"Okay sweetheart." She smiled at me and walked out the door.

I was screwed. I had meant to set my alarm for about an hour ago and now I had less than half an hour to get out the door. I ran upstairs and threw my nightshirt off. I grabbed a skirt and shirt out of the closet without really looking at them and tossed them onto the bed. I jumped on the bed and slammed my hand against my pussy. I rubbed and fingered and closed my eyes until I saw Jill and finally felt an orgasm approaching so I stopped, panting and in need of release.

That had taken ten minutes. I only had twenty minutes to go. I grabbed a marker, still panting from my near orgasm and leaned way over and lifted my legs until I could see my own ass in the mirror on my dresser. I spread my left cheek wide and wrote D A R L A down the center as small as I could, with the hope that nobody would ever notice.

I then rammed two fingers back inside my still wet pussy and manipulated my nipples with my other hand. I did not want to have to do this at school. I closed my eyes. Not sure if you have ever noticed, but when you absolutely have to cum fast, you never can. It was so hard to block out visions of Farin and Rebecca commanding me around to get in the mood, but I finally got back to Jill and got so close I thought I would explode a second before I stopped.

I needed a shower and I had only about ten minutes left. I ran into the bathroom and jumped in while the water was still cold. I had a bath last night, so this was mostly to wake up and get going. I dried quickly, not having washed my hair and slumped back on the bed. Five minutes to the bus. 

I quickly grabbed two rubber bands and stuck one around each nipple. I tugged my shirt on and yanked on my skirt and buttoned it. I tossed on a pair of socks and my favorite block boots and grabbing my backpack off the dresser, ran downstairs. I walked out the door just as the bus was pulling up at the corner. 

Julie was there, in queue for the bus and I ran to meet her. She waved at me, her black hair blowing in the breeze across her face. She waited for me to catch up and we got on the bus together. 

"Nice outfit." She laughed and I looked down to where her jade green eyes had indicated. Between the near orgasms and the nipple bands, my nipples poked out at my shirt. I hadn't even taken notice of how bad it was on my way out. The shirt was a tight T-shirt with our school name plastered across the chest. The skirt was denim and cut about mid-thigh. I looked slutty.

"Where were you yesterday?" She asked me. "With Rick? How did it go?"

Rick seemed such a distant memory anymore. That asshole. "No, not Rick, it really didn't go well at all, but I'll tell you about it later. What did you do yesterday?" 

I was hoping to grasp a piece of normalcy by evading the very real problem that I had no idea what was going to happen to me at school today and worse, I had little say in what was going to happen.

"Came by looking for YOU." She laughed. "Your mom thought you were with me for some reason." She rolled her eyes. "Duh, like call me next time you want me to cover."

I laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"So, I just hung out at home and read Cosmo." She stuck her tongue out at me.

It felt good to be normal again. "So come on Carrie. Spill it. What happened?"

I felt something deep inside my gut that told me I needed to vomit. But I suppressed it while I figured what I was going to tell Carrie. "Well, he dumped me off and left for some party." I didn't want to elaborate and I prayed she wouldn't make me.

"What a prick!" Julie answered. I mentally thanked her for not pushing.

"Yeah, pretty much." I answered.

"So what did you do yesterday then?" She asked. A logical follow up.

"I met some girl where I got dumped. She gave me a ride home last night. She just moved into town and needed some help cleaning her house and shopping and stuff." It was mostly the truth. 

"Oh." Julie muttered. Great, she thought I had ditched her for some new friend and she was jealous. I almost had to laugh, if she only knew the truth.

"Well, hey, want to come over after school?" Julie offered.

"Sure. Only, I have to go home first and do my homework." I replied. I was trying to remember all the rules.

"Okay, well, why don't I come over your house and we can do homework together then?" 

Now I had to think. Would it be against the rules to do my homework dressed if I had company? I wasn't sure. Hopefully, I could clear that up with Darla later if she called.

"Cool." I responded. I hoped it was.

Thankfully, Julie didn't grill me a lot about details of Darla. We arrived at school shortly thereafter and as I looked out the window, my heart sank. There, waiting right where my bus pulled in, were Farin and Rebecca and about half the cheerleading squad with them.

I wondered if it were possible to get off the bus and into school without them seeing me. Any hopes of that were shortly dashed as I could see Rebecca squealing with delight at the approach of my bus. 

Julie and I were sitting about halfway back and unlike every other morning, I held back, feigning a problem with my backpack. "Go ahead" I told Julie, "I'll see you in homeroom."

"Don't be a goof." She shot back. "I'll wait with you."

"Oh really, it's cool. I can't find this stupid paper."

"Oh really." Julie mocked me and made a face that cracked me up. "I am not like in a rush to get to school. Stop being a spaz."

Of course, it took me two seconds to find the paper I never needed to find anyway and we were jumping into the line to exit the bus. I kept looking over towards the cheerleaders. Farin was animatedly talking on the phone and she was looking right at me. We made eye contact and she smiled widely and hung up her phone.

Within about two seconds I felt the phone in my skirt pocket buzzing. I blushed. I wished Julie had gotten off ahead of me. I pulled the phone out and held it to the ear furthest from her.

"Hello?" I said as if I didn't know who it would be.

"Good morning little girl." Darla sang into the phone. "I know you saw Farin outside the bus, she just told me you were delaying getting off. How many times did you almost cum this morning?"

I shuffled down the row behind the other students, wishing they would go slower for the first time. "Two." I answered in a low voice, as if this were some kind of revelation of my depraved life.

"Wonderful. Look, I know your friend Julie is there with you. I gave Farin a perfect way to get you away from her without raising too much suspicion. Just play along and everything will be fine." She paused for a few seconds. "Is my name on your ass?"

I blushed bright red. We were almost at the front of the bus. Julie kept mouthing to me, asking when I got a phone and who was on the other end. I smiled at her and held up a finger to tell her later. "Yes." I finally answered. Just saying yes made me feel so exposed for some reason, like the whole bus was in on the secret.

"Good girl. Have a fun day today. Any plans for after school?"

I was really glad she brought it up. I had completely forgotten. "Yes, my friend Julie is coming over after school to do homework."

Darla laughed. "Okay, in your room, and you will be naked. I'll call you around 4 to see how it is going." *click* She hung up.

My mouth dropped. How the hell was I supposed to parade in my room naked in front of Julie? This was getting to be too much. I descended the steps from the bus and was right behind Julie, who turned around, seeing me put my phone away and tore into me at once.

"Cool! When did your mom let you get a phone again?"

My mom had taken away my cell phone privileges about three years ago when a two hundred dollar bill arrived at our house. "Erm... well, she doesn't really know about it."

Farin was walking forward. I shook with fear. How was I going to get away without Julie? 

"So how did you get it?" Julie followed up.

"Hey Julie! Hi Carrie!" Farin greeted us with such pleasantness it made my stomach churn. "Guess what?!"

Julie looked at her like she had insulted us by talking to us. "You got a venereal disease?" Julie laughed. I guess we were kind of mean to the cheerleaders, not without reason of course.

Farin made a face at Julie. "Noo. We have some openings this year for the cheerleading squad and the girls and I want you two to come try out!"

Julie laughed. I shook. This was how they were going to get me away from Julie and this was going to be a major problem in my relationship with Julie. We laughed at the cheerleaders all the time. Making fun of them was a big sport for us.

It was actually my pushing of Julie and our friends that led to a kind of animosity between us and the cheerleaders. Julie actually tried to talk me into joining them with her back in our first year at high school. But I had quickly shot that thought down and perhaps convinced her how cheerleaders sucked. Maybe I was jealous, I don't think so. I just always stereotyped cheerleaders as ditzy blondes and all that went with it.

"Come on! You know a part of you always wanted to be a cheerleader. Everyone wants to be!" She leaned into us conspiratorially and Julie and I both backed up a little, for different reasons. "Look, I know we haven't gotten along very well, but this can all change. I swear the girls all want you both to join. You are both popular and attractive and we think you would make an awesome addition to the squad. Think about it, extra time out of classes, field trips to all the games, and just being part of our crowd, I mean most girls would die for the opportunity."

Julie scoffed. "Yeah right Farin. No way we are going to let you boss us around. I have seen how you treat your "recruits". I am sure as hell not going to let you paint my face red and black. Besides, I think our grades are too high to qualify." She smirked.

Farin lost her cheerful face for a split second, but maintained very well. "Tell you what. No hazing. I swear it. I mean you two are seniors, that stuff is strictly for freshmen and sophomores. You don't even have to paint your face." She smiled so brightly I wanted to punch her in the face.

I looked over to Julie who was still laughing at the prospect. I rolled my eyes and clinched my fists at what I had to do next. "Let's do it."

Julie's face first looked like she was waiting for the punch line, then she looked just dumbstruck that I would even consider it. I looked up at Farin, who was smiling so wide I hoped her cheeks hurt later. I pulled Julie off to the side.

"Look, you know how I feel about cheerleaders. But, hey, if we can get in easy, we can go to all the football parties. You know we always wanted to go. Let's just try it out for a little while and see how it goes. If nothing else, we can get some good info and totally fuck with them all later." I actually meant all of that. We were jealous of some of the party stories we heard in school. And I totally meant to exact some revenge on at least two of the cheerleaders in about two months less a week and a day.

Julie's face was one of astonishment until the last sentence. I saw a mixture of emotions in her face, disgust, excitement, mostly excitement. "Okay, let's do it."

We walked back to Farin. "We'll try it for awhile." I told her.

"Yeah!" Farin cheered and ran and told the other members of the squad who ran up and surrounded us. Four of them drug Julie off toward the locker room to get an outfit. She looked back for me and called out to me, but I knew I wasn't going with her.

"Let's go quick, we don't have a lot of time." Farin's smile dropped and I followed her and Rebecca up the steps to the front doors.

We walked into the front doors and turned right. Farin led the way. Rebecca walked behind me. She started talking trash as soon as we started.

"Guess what Carrie?" Rebecca started in.

"What?" I rolled my eyes. I so wanted to punch her right now.

"Brad's cousin needs a date this Friday night. I told Brad we could double. Isn't that cool?" Rebecca giggled. "I told him you wouldn't put out, but you were a definite for a blowjob and he was thrilled. He can't wait to meet you."

I held my tongue for awhile, had to bite it to prevent a sharp retort. "Hope you cleared that with Darla first." I had a slight hope that would set her back a step or two.

"Well of course I did silly. She even told me to take pictures for her."

I guess that settled any plans for Friday night. I was so out of control. I hated it.

"In here." Farin stopped and pushed me into the girl's bathroom. I walked in. Two of the six stalls were closed. She grabbed my hand and led me to the wide one in the back. Rebecca followed us in and it was a tight fit even with the wider size of this stall.

"Skirt." Farin said simply and held out her hand. I looked up at her eyes and found meanness there. Rebecca started opening her backpack. I started unbuttoning my skirt and with a zip, was sliding it down off my hips, down my thighs and to my ankles. I bent over to pick them up.

"Just stay there a minute." Farin smiled and grabbing my hips, directed me to turn sideways so she could squat behind me. "I'm so glad you stay clean Carrie. This would really be a sucky job if you didn't like wipe properly." She kept her voice low, but this was the bathroom, so I knew it Carried to whoever was in the other stalls. She grabbed my ass cheeks and I winced with embarrassment.

Farin then spread them a great deal wider than was necessary and started reading... "D A R L A. Wow, you really can write tiny. How many times did you masturbate today?"

I flushed. Anyone could be in those stalls. For their part, they were staying so quiet, not moving a muscle. "Twice." I whispered.

"Oh goody!" Farin stood up and slapped my ass. "Sit down and let's get number three out of the way now. But let me have the shirt first." She held out her hand and I just lifted my shirt off and handed it to her. She giggled as she noticed the rubber bands on my nipples.

I now stood naked except my boots and I felt their eyes burn into me as I sat down on the toilet seat and spread my legs. I couldn't do this with them watching. There was just nothing exciting about it. I clinched my eyes tight to block them out and began lightly brushing my lips. I just rubbed the outer lips at first. I wondered, if I delayed long enough and the bell rang, would they have to stop this?

I figured, probably not, so I may as well get it over with as fast as possible. I pictured Jill. Her kiss seemed to be my "go to" now for mental images. Of course, in spite of everything, I was still pretty turned on from earlier. I usually don't stop. So, it surprised me how fast I found two fingers pumping my little hole and my thumb pressing down on my clit and my body barreling towards an orgasm. I wasn't going to stop... I was really close. I moaned aloud and realized, I needed this orgasm. Then, just as I felt the edge was pinnacled, someone grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

"Ah ah ah" Farin shook her head no as I tried to pull my hand back to finish up. "You know the rules." She laughed and smelled my fingers. "Lick them." She ordered.

My eyes flew open and I started at her. I shook my head no. I had never done that before and I had no intention of starting now.

Farin and Rebecca were watching intently, expectantly. "Oh come on. It's at least just your own pussy juice this time." She giggled. She started pushing my had towards my face. 

I looked at her. I looked then to my hand slowly getting closer to my lips. I was going to do this. As much as it disgusted me, it was going to happen. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and nearly gagged from the thought of what I was doing as I closed my lips over my fingers. In all honesty, the taste wasn't bad. It wasn't going to replace Diet Dr. Pepper as my favorite soft drink, but it wasn't completely gross either.

I tried to stop after a brief taste and open my mouth and pull away, but Farin held my hand there, so I left them in my mouth. The taste didn't fade for awhile and I eventually had to swallow. The slightly tangy residue assaulted my psyche but still, the longer I dealt with it, the lest grotesque I felt over what I was doing and upon Farin's encouragement, I started sucking softly on my finger tips.

She smiled with glee, watching me suck on my two fingers for awhile and finally removed her own hand from mine. "Nice." She said.

"Now, let's do it all over again." Farin smiled. Rebecca giggled. My mouth sank open.

"See you at second period." Farin laughed. "I'd love to now, but we just don't have the time."

Rebecca tucked my clothes into her backpack and tossed me a cheerleading outfit. "Hurry and try it on. I think I got the right size." She laughed.

I stood on trembling knees, still a bit weak from the near orgasm, and I first pulled on the sweater. It was white with red and the school mascot, a black panther, on the front and the name of the school around the mascot. To say the sweater was tight was a gross understatement. 

As I struggled to pull my head through the top, I realized this sweater had to be about five sizes too small. Well, it was like a kid's size. I finally pulled it around my head and it was so tight around my neck. I looked at Rebecca and Farin's grinning faces. "There is no way I can get this thing on." I growled at them.

"Well, you aren't getting these back, so you'd better." Rebecca smirked, indicating my clothes that were now in her bag.

For the next two minutes, they giggled like mad while I struggled and tugged to get my arms in and then pull the tight sweater over my breasts. I finally succeeded in getting my breasts in, after considerable squishing and pushing. I looked down. It was ridiculous. Somehow, and I have no idea how they did this, they found a sweater with like gorilla arms compared to the rest of it. The arms actually fit to my wrists. The problem was, the chest part was apparently made for a little girl with no boobies.

My breasts were actually hugged into my body by the tight sweater, making them look smaller. I guess that was a good thing. The problem was my nipples. Because of the near orgasms and the rubber bands, I was at a high level of arousal and now my nipples were poking right through the sweater, obvious to anyone who cared to notice.

The bottom of the sweater rested about four inches above my belly button, which meant I would be showing a lot of midriff today. Rebecca and Farin were so pleased with themselves. I wanted to punch them both. Rebecca held out the skirt. I have seen cheerleader skirts before, I never wore one, of course. Well, suffice it to say, this one had no panties attached. I pulled them on, they were elastic at the waist, thankfully, because I had a feeling as they got stuck at my upper thighs, these went with the sweater I was wearing.




Darla's Games Day 03



I struggled and tugged to get the skirt up over my hips. It was a battle and I was afraid I was going to rip the skirt in two getting it up. Finally, I worked it over my hips to my waist. No way that this was going to work. I could tell even without the pointing and laughter of Farin and Rebecca that my pussy was showing. I tugged it back down and Farin knelt with the bottom of the skirt. 

She laughed again. "You better go lower. Well, unless you want everyone to see your stuff."

I tugged again until the skirt rested on my hips, stretched so much I worried for the strength of the elastic. I could feel, as I ran my finger around back of me, that the top of my ass cheeks, right where the "ass cleavage" starts was exposed. There was no helping that. The skirt in this position hung about 2 inches below the bottom of my ass cheeks. I think if I bent at the knees, my ass would pop out in back. It was that short. 

Of course, it flowed as a cheerleading skirt flows, mostly. Three different colored pleats one on the other, which would have hung loosely on the right sized girl. On me, however, the bottom pleat clung like lycra. I didn't even know if I could walk in this damned thing.

"This totally sucks. I'm going to be flashing the whole school. That is totally against the rules and you two know it." I told them, hoping to elicit fear of Jill to my side.

"Nice try." Farin smiled at me. "Darla even got Jill's approval so deal." She eyed me up and down. "The boots really don't go with that. I mean, really, it's a fashion tragedy."

Rebecca laughed.

"After gym, wear your tennis shoes, here is a pair of socks." She handed me some bobby socks and I put them in my bookbag. "Keep the cell on you, we sewed a pocket in the front." She took the cell out of the skirt pocket from Rebecca's bag and pulled my skirt front up. As tight as it was, she had no trouble yanking the bottom up to bare my pussy. She tucked the phone inside a little pocket sewn into the front inside of the skirt and I realized that I would have to either dig in there or flip it up to retrieve the phone if it rang.

"Picture time!" Farin exclaimed with glee. She pulled out her phone and started snapping pics, first of me just standing there, then she had me pull up my skirt to show my bald pussy. Then she had me bend over and hold my cheeks open so she could get a picture of DARLA going down my ass crack. As I held my cheeks open in this position, I allowed a couple of tears to fall, unable to hold them back as I hoped it would be private.

"Okay, all done." Farin laughed with a swat on my bare ass. I stood up and quickly wiped away any sign of my tears before turning around to face them.

Rebecca zipped up her bag and left the stall. Farin locked the door behind her and leaned into me and whispered in my ear. Her sudden move alarmed me and I was ready to back away, but she grabbed me, her left hand on the back of my neck and her right hand on my bare ass under my skirt. "I have wanted you so long Carrie. You can't imagine. I hope we can be friends after this is all over." She was whispering so Rebecca wouldn't hear. Then she sucked my earlobe and let it drift from her mouth.

She flushed. Then she opened the door and left without another word. I was left wondering what the hell that was all about. I guess in a way it was obvious, but I didn't really think there were such things as lesbians at the time. Besides, Farin had many boyfriends over the past years.

I shook the thought from my head and stepped out to look in the mirror. I turned sideways and bent at the waist, just to test the point where my pussy would be visible. I got a good judgment call on it and pulled the bottom back down. I then turned my attention in the mirror to the two closed stalls. I kicked them one at a time. They had been empty all along. Thank God.

I decided to stay in the bathroom until it was time to go to homeroom. I waited for the bell. I wondered what they had done with Julie and hoped she wasn't going to hate me forever. I wished I hadn't gotten her into this. I mean, obviously she wasn't into it like I was, but ... well, I was concerned. I was a cheerleader. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I so wanted to vomit.

The bell rang finally and I instantly realized the flaw in my plan. Right now, the halls would be full of students hurrying to their home rooms and I would actually get more attention instead of less. The alternative was to show up late for class and make an entrance where every eye would be fixed on me as I came inside.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. I looked like such a slut. My brown hair hung straight down, framing my face, falling front and back of my shoulders, just a few inches beyond them. My face was the only part of me that didn't look completely out of place. My green eyes were bloodshot, I wondered if there would be a day in the next fifty-three that I would not be reduced to tears. 

The sweater totally showed off not only my breasts, but my lack of bra as well. They were pulled apart somewhat by the stretched material, but the spilled outward from the lack of any support. I gave a small bounce to test it and realized just how perverted I looked. I tried to will my nipples to deflate, but it only seemed to encourage them to mock my efforts by pushing out at the sweater and demand attention.

My skirt was so short, I would have never worn such a thing with panties under it, much less in my current condition. I lifted it and stared at my naked pubic region. It was so bare it made me look so slutty. And that is how I felt. My pussy looked back at me in the mirror and I could almost hear it calling me to touch it again. I wanted an orgasm so badly, in spite of everything, I needed to cum.

I shuddered and dropped my skirt. I turned and looked at the back over my shoulder. This was not going to be easy. I decided to just get it over with and holding my backpack in my hand, I slung it over my back on one shoulder and headed for the door.

As I opened the door, all my nightmares came to life. The open mouthed stares as I walked down the halls. I had always dressed rather conservatively in school. My shortest skirt, before they had all been destroyed, was knee length. People gasped aloud as I tried my best, for a change, NOT to wiggle my ass as I walked. I wanted no more attention than necessary on this voyage.

I was extremely aware of my perpetually erect nipples and noticed eyes held there by the mesmerizing bounce of my breasts with every step. I felt like running home and crying myself back to sleep, but I couldn't do that forever, and this 'treatment' wasn't going to change for a long time. So, I did my best to smile.

As I smiled and blocked out the whispers, the pointed fingers, even the wolf whistle, I started to feel something besides embarrassment. I felt a twinge of a rush. I felt empowered a little. Somehow this manner of dress held me in control of the entire hall. I imagined for a minute that I could somehow control them all and make them beat the hell out of Rebecca and Farin for me, their queen. I laughed to myself, and saw my breasts bounce.

I stopped laughing and regained control of such images. I pulled my backpack off my shoulder and held it to my chest as I rounded the corner. There was my homeroom class, three doors up on the right. There was my locker, next to Julie's after a few trades with other classmates. There were all the seniors in the school, up and down this hallway. 

I backed up around the corner where I couldn't be seen and stood with my back flat against the wall. I clinched my eyes shut and hugged my backpack tight to my chest. I wanted to die rather than make this walk.

The boys and girls I passed earlier, I didn't know, a bunch of underclass kids. I didn't care about them. But here, these were my people. These were the people I laughed with, cried with sometimes, even cheered with for our football team. They all knew how I felt about cheerleaders and I was about to become the biggest hypocrite any of my friends had ever seen.

I thought so hard I felt I would explode. How was I going to play this off? What would I tell them when the inevitable questions arose of why I was dressed like those I had always expressed my greatest disdain for? I thought back to our freshman year, Julie and I had been closest friends even then, BFF. We had known each other since elementary school. 

She had wanted to try out for the cheerleaders then. As I said earlier, I had convinced her not to. She had always followed my lead, though I never would claim myself anyone's leader. No, I was the eternal outsider, popular with my schoolmates because I was attractive, entertaining and was, without exception, true only to myself.

Who was I kidding now? I screamed follower with every fiber of my being now. Maybe I could play it off as a joke. But that wouldn't last beyond one day or two, then people would really start to question my association with the cheerleaders. Well, one day is better than none. I shook off my inhibitions and pasted a smile on my face.

I took a bold step around the corner right down the middle of the hall. I wasn't going to evade attention by hiding off to the side anyway, so what the hell? I could play this off for today. I stepped into the aisle and was suddenly thrilled I was wearing my signature boots. It would help me maintain the façade.

I wasn't going to walk down quietly, I was going to get all their attention as if it were my plan all along. HA! I'd like to see how Farin deals with that. I stepped forward loudly, letting my boots click onto the tiled floor with each step. I stepped with my forward foot crossing my center to the other side so I was sure to shake my ass with every step. 

I realized my backpack was no longer clung to my chest, but dangling, swinging from my side in my hand. I casually tossed it over my shoulder and began strutting down the middle of the hall like a runway model.

It took a second to catch on. At first, most of the others continued their conversation, but then, it started with John from the football team, dropping his bag on the floor with a loud crash. As if that got everyone's attention, I smiled at him and batted my eyelashes and said in my best cheerleader voice imitation, "Hi John!" I gave a little cupped hand wave to him and his jaw dropped.

I kept parading down the center of the hall and saw Sara and Gina over on the left side. They were friends of mine. They stopped in mid conversation with their mouths agape and I walked right over to them. "What do you think?" I asked and gave a little twirl, not enough to make the skirt fly up and show my ass, but enough to get the entire hallway's eyes hoping it would happen. Who knows, I probably did flash a peek of ass.

They gaped, not knowing what to think. I stood then, and arched my back and pushed my breasts forward right at them. I knew this was dangerous as I felt the skirt rise and bounce off the bottom of my ass. I cocked my head to the side and batted my eyelashes. 

"What?" I said. "I'm a cheerleader." And I started laughing really hard. I just hoped it didn't sound as forced as it really was.

It worked though. It worked so well, I mentally congratulated myself on the brilliance of my plan. They started laughing and then pretty much anyone who knew me started laughing along. 

"Oh my God Carrie." Sara said. "What in the hell? Where did you even get that?" She asked through eyes tear filled with laughter.

"I joined the squad silly!" I laughed back.

And things were normal. Yes, I looked like a complete slut-cheerleader, but I pulled it off.

"I can't wait until Julie sees!" Gina laughed. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Farin. She had lost the mirth she had earlier. She looked sad. I almost felt bad for her. Then I saw her calling on her phone and stomping down the hall towards the bathrooms. I felt a twinge of fear, but I wasn't going to let this stop my control of the situation. 

I looked at the clock, it was about a minute before the bell would ring, so Gina, Sara and I bounced together into homeroom. I felt my boobs bouncing around and it just made me do it harder. We turned the corner and went to our assigned seats, Gina to my left and Sara to her left. We pretty much had that row once Cat and Jen sat down. The AEP. It stood for anti-establishment punks, because some cheerleader had called us that once when the six of us played a prank at a football game. It stuck, we liked it.

I flopped down in my chair. I wondered instantly, where was Julie? About fifteen seconds later, she showed up. She was wearing a normal size cheerleader's outfit and I instantly felt miserable. She was smiling. Like I said before, she wanted this back in our Freshman year and I had convinced her that cheerleaders were stupid and petty and had fed that into her for the last three years.

She was almost glowing and I knew what was coming next. As Gina and Sara saw her they started laughing again. "Oh no, not you too Julie!" Sara laughed.

Julie caught my eye and we stared at each other. What was there to say? I suddenly felt so sad, I wanted to cry, but of course, I didn't want to betray the reality of my state of dress, so I just smiled at her sadly and she looked at me, equally sadly for a moment, before joining in the laughter of the other two as if it was all a big joke to her too.

She wiggled and jumped all the way to her seat and sat down and crossed her legs. I realized then that my knees were pressed tight together and sideways, towards her. I looked over at her and she wasn't laughing anymore. She must have felt my stare, because she finally turned her head towards me and looked at me. 

"You look like a slut." She said and laughed.

I just looked at her eyes. I suddenly wished I hadn't made a big joke out of being a cheerleader. I wished I had just let them all condemn me for the traitorous whore I am and maybe that would have let Julie off the hook to enjoy being what I had held in such contempt for so long.

A tear released out of my right eye, and I didn't bother to wipe it away. I suddenly felt guilty for crushing her dreams for so many years. I guess it took that for me to realize how much it meant to her. I mouthed to her "I'm sorry." And I let a dozen more tears fall. My vision blurred with the wetness of my tears, I finally reached into my backpack and took out a tissue and wiped my eyes.

For her part, Julie looked taken aback. She didn't understand why I was sorry and I wasn't sure I could ever explain it to her without her getting angry and defensive and professing her loathing of cheerleaders all the more. I gathered myself together and she mouthed, 'what's wrong'. I just mouthed back, 'its nothing'. I gave her a fake smile and turned back to the front of the classroom.

Just then, I felt a light buzzing in my skirt. I rolled my eyes as Ms. Galler started calling out names for attendance. I reached between my legs and pushed the phone out of its pocket and clinching my knees tightly back together, opened the phone in my lap.

There was a picture of Darla. Then words began to cross the screen. Jill says nice job keep up the good work. I smiled. It looked like my ploy wasn't going to get me in trouble. Still you made my sister cry You are about to be punished.

I gritted my teeth. Damn. I tried to listen for my name while reading the scrolling words. Borrow a pen from Julie. This seemed stupid, but okay. I leaned over to her and whispered. "Jules, you got an extra pen?"

She smiled at me and dug in her backpack and handed me one. I typed back 'OK got it'.

The letters began to move again. Stick it in your pussy and get it wet, stir it around.

I blushed horribly, but dared not disobey. I slid the pen discreetly between my legs, under my skirt and then into my still wet pussy. The lid was still on so I could move it with my thighs without keeping my hand down there. I typed back 'OK'.

Now, take it out and shove it up your asshole.

I shook. I typed as fast as I could, "Please no".

Don't fuck with my sister again, do it little girl.

I looked around to make sure I wasn't being watched. I listened for the names and as mine came up, responded, "Here." Then, as everyone still had their eyes on the teacher or their books, or anything besides me, I reached between my legs and eased the pen out and then, pushing my hips forward, I began poking it towards my virginal anus and had a great deal of difficulty finding it by feel alone.

I finally centered the tip on the rosebud hole and pushed. The lubrication of my pussy helped, but not as much as I would have liked. It was a struggle, especially as my asshole kept involuntarily trying to push it back out as it broke all former rules of 'exit only'.

I gritted my teeth and pushed harder and the pen finally slid past the barrier my body held against such an intrusion. The angle was very uncomfortable as the protruding pen forced me to sit back, but I closed my legs tight and leaned back.

It was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing. I typed back "it is in."

Take a picture and send it to me.

I typed furiously. 'someone will see the flash'.

Not my problem

I looked around again and stuck the phone down under my skirt. Roll call seemed over and the teacher stopped talking as the morning messages came in over the intercom. As the crackling voice said something about the game this Saturday, I clicked the picture button. I heard the click and it sounded so loud to me, I looked around wildly to see who else had noticed. No one seemed to and with my left hand in my lap to block what my right hand was doing, I pushed the send button on the phone.

I pulled the phone back into my lap and looked at the screen. The picture wasn't that good, but you could see the pen there, obviously sticking into my ass, though my asshole wasn't visible. Then a single word flashed on the screen. Deeper

I looked over, Julie looked at me inquisitively and I just smiled and shuffled my notebook out of my bag and tossed it onto the table. Using the distraction with my left hand, I shifted my right between my legs and pushed the pen, gritting my teeth against the uncomfortable friction of it sliding in.

I knew what was coming next, so I wasted no time in asking, I just slid the camera under and snapped off another picture and hit send.

Letting a minute pass to avoid attraction at my fidgeting at my skirt, I finally fished the phone out and looked at the screen. Deeper

I sighed deeply and looking over at Julie, our eyes met and I gave her a smile. I mouthed to her 'what?' And she laughed and mouthed back 'what what?' 

Then the teacher started talking with the end of the announcements and we returned our attention to the front of the class. I took the distracting opportunity as everyone shuffled their papers, reached down and grabbed the pen and pushed hard. I bit my lip against the intrusiveness of it and barely contained a groan as I had pushed, perhaps too hard and the pen was now well over half way up my ass.

I snuck another picture and sent it. A half minute later I looked down to see the next message. Take it out, get your own pen and return that one to Julie

I froze. That was so gross. I pulled it out easily enough and pulled it into my lap. She didn't say I couldn't so I took the tissue I had used to dry my eyes earlier and using the dampness of my tears, I wiped the pen off as much as I could.

I pulled my bag up to my lap and shuffled around and pulled out a pen. I brandished it for Julie's benefit, then offered her back her own. 'Thanks anyway' I mouthed.

This whole time I had pretty well blocked out anything the teacher had said. She was still rambling on about something when I guess she noted me giving the pen back to Julie and she called on me. "Carrie?" 




Darla's Games Day 03



"Yes Miss Galler?" I answered. 

"What are you doing your paper on?" She asked. Paper... paper... I was drawing a blank. Okay, I'm in English class, so I'm sure there is going to be a paper to write, but what were we working on? I flushed from the anxiety and then noticed Julie giggling quietly to my side with the tip of her pen in her mouth. She wouldn't be giggling if she knew where that pen was, I giggled myself.

"Perhaps you and Julie can figure it out in my office after school then." Miss Galler suggested, and I knew it wasn't a suggestion.

The phone buzzed again and I was reluctant to open it with the whole classroom's attention on me. I looked over at Julie and mouthed 'sorry'. She just laughed quietly. It wasn't our first time in detention together, far from it.

"Gina," Miss Galler turned on my other side, "Perhaps you could enlighten your friends about this paper and tell us about yours."

Gina gave me a quick sideways glance as if it was my fault she was called on, then turned back to Miss Galler. "Well, I was thinking of writing a tragedy."

"Perhaps you can use our new cheerleaders as characters." Miss Galler quipped. The whole class laughed, even Julie and I.

I took the opportunity to look at the phone I had secretly flipped open earlier. Call me after first period

I tucked the phone away then, between my legs, so I'd feel if it buzzed. I didn't want to dig around to try to put it in the pocket.

The details of the rest of the class were too boring to recall. I was lost in contemplation anyway. I kept thinking about how Julie wanted to be a cheerleader. A myriad of memories haunted me of all the times she had half-heartedly laughed along with me at the ridiculous thought of being a cheerleader. I found myself truly regretting not supporting my best friend when she brought it up to me. 

The guilt was weighing on me so deeply I knew I would have to talk to her about it after school. I figured I better talk to Rebecca and Farin as well. I decided then and there I was going to find away to support Julie and turn our friends around to support her as well.

Class ended and everyone started packing up after the bell. Julie and I got up together, I was careful to keep my legs together as I got up from my chair, but we started chatting about what we were going to do for detention and Miss Galler overheard.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find something for you two to do." She smiled. She was a pretty cool homeroom teacher.

"Oh!" I just remembered. "Miss Galler, we don't have a ride home today, can we do it another day?"

"Sure." She smiled. "How about Wednesday? It will give me time to plan a good hard assignment for you two trouble makers." 

We all three laughed and Julie and I excused ourselves and as we exited the first period class into the hall, we pranced, hand in hand to our lockers chanting "Go Panthers". Most of the kids laughed at us. We exchanged books and headed our separate ways for second period. Julie had a higher math class than me, so it was one of those classes that we weren't together.

I threw my pack on my back and headed down the hall, lifting the phone and hitting the dial button for Darla. She picked up on the second ring.

"You are doing good little girl." She didn't sound angry, that was good. "I have something special for you after school. What time does your mom get home?"

"Usually around 6," I answered.

"Okay, well get Julie out by 5 unless you want her there too." She laughed.

I gulped. "No problem, she usually goes home for dinner by then anyway."

"Oh, I got detention on Wednesday, I don't suppose you would give us a lift home would you?" Hey, I took a shot. It beat the long walk.

Darla giggled. "Who is us?"

I instantly regretted answering her. How would she behave in front of Jules? "Umm, me and Julie."

"I wouldn't miss the opportunity to meet your best friend." Darla's smile came clearly across the phone.

"Thanks Darla." I actually meant it.

"Your welcome Carrie, see you later."

*click* And there I stood at the door to my math class. Unlike first period, where I had a large group of friends, math class was rather, an isolated adventure for me. Never having been too good at the subject, I found myself grouped in with, well, I guess you'd have to call them the dumb class. And worst of all, it was a class ruled by cheerleaders and football players. 

I didn't mind the football players so much, I mean they were mostly cool. Some of them were goo goo for the cheerleaders, 'gag'. But most of them were pretty cool. I had dated a few of them and quite a few more had flirted with me and asked me out. I'm kinda picky who I date in case that hasn't been clear.

So, of course, the first one I see is Farin as I walk in the class. She is sitting next to Rebecca and they are both smiling at me as I come into the room. I rolled my eyes and decided to keep up this morning's act. "Hey sisters!" I squealed and bounced over to them and all the other cheerleaders.

It was worth it to see Farin and Rebecca's faces fall as all the other cheerleader squealed back to me and we did loud, obnoxious kisses to each other's cheeks. I worked my way down the line and didn't notice Rebecca's absence from Farin's side as I approached that end. As I gave Farin a big 'muah muah' on either cheek, Rebecca yanked my skirt up in back.

I grabbed it quickly and tugged down, spinning to see who would dare to do that, ready to smack the shit out of some idiot football player. But, as I spun with daggers in my eyes, I saw Rebecca smiling there. Glancing to the sides, I noticed several of the football players must have seen her flash my ass by the lusting grins on their faces. They then looked at me expectantly, as if they were about to witness a girl fight. 

Any other day, they would have. But today being what it was, I smoothed my skirt down and threw a smile on my face. "Funny." And I sat down in my usual seat, in the second row.

Rebecca sneered at me as I turned away from her. She went back by Farin. Then Farin spoke up. "Hey Carrie, why don't you sit back here with us?"

I didn't want to at all. But then all the other cheerleaders shouted, "Yeah sis, you're one of us now." Other encouragements followed. Then I caught the glare in Farin's eye and knew it wasn't a request. I stood up and faked happiness and went back there. Rebecca pulled an unused seat between hers and Farin's. The last place on earth I would be caught dead in and I was heading right there.

I sat down and the two of them slid their seats right up next to mine. I couldn't even have gotten out now if I wanted to. It was like most classes besides science, these chairs with a desk like attached to the arm. I guess most readers will know the style. Anyway, with the three chairs pressed next to each other, there was no way out.

I tried to laugh it off. "Okay, we don't need to be THAT close."

Farin laughed, Rebecca sneered, and neither of them moved. Call it a benefit or curse, but the cheerleaders took the back row for themselves. So, at least there was nobody sitting behind us to see what these two were up to. Unfortunately, that freedom added to their perception of the depths to which they could go. The bell rang and finally, the horny little football players who had seen my bared ass turned around and paid attention as Mr. Thatch cleared his breath and took a silent roll call by scanning up and down the aisles. He did a double take at my empty seat and said my name. "Miss Fitch?"

I raised my hand. "I'm here sir." I prayed he would make me move to my rightful seat.

"Oh. Well, umm, congratulations on joining the squad then Miss Fitch." He smiled and his eyes went back down his list to silently finish his body check.

"Page forty-seven. Follow along in your books." He instructed and went about his normal routine, basically facing the black board the whole time and working problems up there from the book. Then, later, he would call upon students to demonstrate their grasp of the material and we would all remain bored to death the entire class.

I usually wrote notes to Julie or doodled or did homework that I hadn't done the night before in his class. Today was different, but it wasn't a surprise that it would be.

About the time he turned to face the chalk board and write problems, they leaned in to whisper in my ears. Rebecca from the right side of me, whispered, "Finger yourself and stop just before you cum."

Farin, just to my left and the last person on the row whispered, "Finger me while you finger yourself." She scooted her in her chair until her side was tight to the arm and hip touched mine.

I knew I was going to have to finger myself twice more today, so that didn't surprise me, and honestly, this was probably the best class to do it in. But I had never even considered touching someone else's pussy. Okay, maybe I had dreamt about kissing Jill, but my dreams never had anything to do with her from the belly down.

I looked around and pushed my chair back an inch or two, so the other cheerleaders lost their sideways vantage point to see my hand under my skirt. I then breathed deeply and slid my hand down under my skirt and slowly began tracing my index finger up and down my lips. It felt good and didn't take me long to get excited with the three earlier build ups this morning.

I ignored Farin at first then she grabbed my left hand and pulled it over to her lap. I hated doing it, but she pushed her legs open and my hand under her skirt. There seemed no way to avoid it and continuing to softly play with my own lips, I reached her panties and pushed them aside. I never looked at her though, I kept my eyes focused forward.

It took some work to push her tight panties to the side, but I finally managed, with some excited fidgeting in her seat by Farin. Finally, I touched her pussy and found that it felt quite similar to my own. I mimicked my movements with my right hand on her. I slid up and down so softly on her lips and my own. It didn't take her long to catch up and soon we were both opened up a little and I softly pressed my middle fingers inside simultaneously.

Rebecca, who I did look over at occasionally, was watching my hand moving and smiling intently. Farin was breathing so loud I feared someone would turn around to see what was making her pant so hard. I was pretty wet now, Farin was soaking. I slid my index fingers alongside my middle ones and plunged away at us. This always got me going.

I cringed as I heard the squishing sound emanating from our crotches, heavily muffled by the skirts. Then, I did my clit roll with my thumb. As soon as I touched my clit, I knew I was going to have trouble stopping. As soon as I touched Farin's she jumped so hard I had to look around the class room wildly to ensure nobody heard.

I started rubbing with the stroking and was flying on my way to an orgasm. I was going faster and faster, my heart was pounding. Farin, though I blocked out most of her sounds in my own pleasure, I heard her panting and she let out a low moan. I renewed my efforts, faster and a little harder with my thumb and I saw the end so close. I was going to cum at last, right here in math class. 

Just as I felt that way, three things happened. First, Rachel grabbed my hand and tugged it away just as I was about to go over the edge and I fought her, but it was two hands to one and I lost the battle. The resultant tug of war for control of my hand left my skirt tugged up off my lap, so now my pussy was exposed. At the same moment, Farin came and she grabbed my other hand and held it to her pussy so I couldn't pull it away. She moaned as quietly as she could, her upper teeth visible as they clinched her lower lip.

I felt her quiver and shake on my fingers and thumb as her lower body shook in orgasm. An orgasm I was so cruelly denied. Apparently, one of the guys in the row ahead noticed the moan from Farin and turned around to see it all. My legs still spread with my skirt up on my thigh, my pussy puffy and open and looking right at him. My right hand in Rebecca's lap, being held there. And my left hand in Farin's skirt. I slammed my knees together at once. He frowned and turned back around, then leaned over to whisper to the guy next to him.

I looked over at Farin, her eyes were closed and she was still shaking. Finally, like a minute later, she came down and let go of my hand and leaned over. "Lick all your fingers clean like a good girl."

Rebecca released my right hand and I instantly pulled my skirt back into place. I flushed with a mixture of anger, sexual frustration and embarrassment. But, nonetheless, I placed the two fingers from my right hand to my mouth and sucked them until Farin was satisfied. Then, with considerably more encouragement, including a threat to make me bunch my skirt up at the waist for the rest of the class, I sucked my left fingers. 

I couldn't help but smell them on the way to my face, and look at the glistening wetness there. Then I stuck them in my mouth and tried not to taste. It was, of course, an impossibility and soon I found that though she tasted different than I did, Farin really didn't taste bad. In fact, and I would never tell this to another person ever, she tasted better. Still, it was not an attractive task and I did it with the greatest disdain, finishing to their satisfaction just as Mr. Fitch called on Rebecca to go up and work out a problem on the board.

The cheerleaders all encouraged her and all the guys got their kicks looking at her ass while she worked out the problem on the board. Then Farin placed her hands on my cheeks and turned me to face her and before I could even figure out what she was doing, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and kissed me.

So, here I was in math class making out with a girl for the first time. This was not just any girl, it was Farin. I was so repulsed by the whole thing, I felt like I would actually throw up this time. But I didn't. I never kissed back, but I let her get her cheap thrill off kissing me, thrusting her tongue in and out of my mouth and pressing her lips hard to mine. I just stayed there, mouth slightly open and let her.

I figured I didn't have the right to stop her. It wasn't against the rules. It wasn't even the most unpleasant thing I had done today. It also gave me a sense of power over Farin that I saw starting to develop. Everything she said and did, I was starting to grasp that she was truly a lesbian and she has had a crush on me for awhile now.

I almost laughed in her face. Seriously, the girl is pretty, I can't deny that. She has an excellent body, she works out a lot. She tastes good, and in spite of my repulsion towards her, she is a good kisser. But, I just don't like her. And I am not a lesbian. I mean, sorry I don't have the same sexual impulses as you, but I'm totally straight. Well, okay, maybe not totally, I had this inexplicable 'thing' for Jill, but mostly anyhow.

She finally finished slobbering on me and released me and looked in my eyes. I think she was hoping to see me all in love with her or something. She turned away and let my face go and didn't bother me again for the rest of class.

Rebecca, however, didn't kiss me and wasn't in love with me. While Farin seemed all lost in her broken heart or whatever it was she was staring into space about, Rebecca kept whispering in my ear about all the things she was going to make me do for her.

"I can't wait to make you suck Brad in front of me." She whispered. "He said you weren't very good at it, but I think he was lying. I want to see for myself."

"I guess I might get a chance to see you with his cousin, Charles, on Friday. Hey, that might be cool. Maybe I'll fake a headache and you can blow them both. I'm so glad you are a virgin, I don't have to worry about them actually going for you."

"What is that like? Being a virgin? It has been so long I forgot."

I just tried to ignore her. I figured any questions were not really meant to be answered anyway.

"Farin can't wait to make you eat a pussy for her. She thinks that is even nastier. I agree. I mean, eww. She even asked me if I would ever want you to eat mine, but no, I don't think so."

I watched the clock, but it wasn't cooperating, it seemed to be stuck in slow motion.

"What do you think of Greg. He always tells me how he'd like to fuck you. Well, admittedly, not me, but at the parties, he is always confessing his crush on you when he drinks. I think you will be giving him a blowjob soon too."

That actually interested me. Greg was kinda cute. But of course, I'd want to date him, not just blow him.

"I wish I could make you blow Gilbert, that would be so degrading. It would probably be his first."

Gilbert was this gross looking, geeky kid.

"It would almost be worth letting him fuck my ass to see it." Rebecca giggled.

I lost interest and looked over at Farin. She had this distant stare and an almost confused look on her face. I rolled my eyes. Rebecca was getting old. I mentally blocked her out and for some reason, and I don't know why I did this. And it turns out I would regret it severely later, I reached over and held Farin's hand in mine.

She lost her dazed stare instantly and smiled. She looked over at me, but I couldn't look into her eyes. It was a lie for me. I was exerting a level of control over what she would do to me, using her crush on me to my advantage. I felt instantly guilty and disgusted with myself for doing it, but a part of me felt that this was worth the benefit.

I thought about that for awhile. She squeezed my hand tightly and I could tell she was on cloud nine with her thoughts of us being a couple or some sick shit like that. But what if I did? Obviously, I wasn't about to parade around with her as a lesbian couple, but what if I did it in private? She was going to make me do lesbian stuff, I knew that, so maybe if I played it up a bit, she would control Rebecca more. It was definitely worth thinking about.

I grinned in contemplation. Rebecca became nothing more than the annoying buzz of a fly in a distant corner of the room. I still felt guilty, I can't deny that, but my guilt was a good trade for some ease at school over the next fifty-three days.

The bell rang sometime later and I gently squeezed and released Farin's hand and got up to walk to third period. Julie would be there, I was appreciative of that fact. Farin would be too, but I hoped this hand holding was enough to keep her at bay for awhile.

I bounced around on the way to third period and as I rounded the corner to Miss Simm's Social Studies class, I saw Julie talking to Chad. He was the football player that she has been crushing on since freshman year. I knew she liked him, but he had never really given her the time of day before. I guess it was the uniform. I renewed my personal vow to make it acceptable for her to stay a cheerleader.

I didn't really want to interrupt, but she saw me and excused herself from Chad and ran up to hug me. She whispered in my ear, "Chad asked me out." I giggled with her and we jumped up and down holding hands. It was overly childish, but it was intentional, more for his benefit than our own. 

"Hey Greg!" Rebecca ran by after, well, I told you about him. I didn't want to even overhear the exchange so I tugged Julie with me towards the classroom.

"So what did he say?" I asked. I really was happy for her. Part of me was annoyed. Maybe because he had never asked her out before and I was a little questioning of why the uniform made such a difference.

"Well," Julie began, and there was an excitement there that I couldn't quell, no matter what my apprehensions may have been. "First he came up and told me I looked great in the cheerleader outfit, which, of course, I had to agree with him. Then he congratulated me on joining the squad and I congratulated him on last week's game. And then he just kind of asked me out. I mean, okay, it's a party after the game Friday night, so it isn't a 'date' date. But, he asked me to it, so I guess that means a date for us. First date!"




Darla's Games Day 03



"You have to come with me okay? I can't wait. What am I going to wear?"

(I know, right now you are probably sick of the excitement, relax, consider it a peek into girl talk and just deal.) 

"I'm not sure if I should go, but I would guess you will be wearing your uniform." I laughed. "The party is usually straight from the game. Besides, guys like these uniforms." I scrunched my nose up and raised my lip and stuck my tongue out. 

Julie laughed. "You must come with me. Please. Come on, I don't want to be all alone in case he like blows me off or something."

"Are you kidding Jules? You're hot, he'd be an idiot to blow you off." Did I just call my best friend hot? 

"Yeah, whatever." She laughed. "You are coming, I don't care what you say."

"Maybe." I laughed.

"No!" She turned on me and really took me by surprise. "Carrie..." She looked me in the eyes, those pleading jade green eyes, puppy dog eyes I called them. I felt some heartfelt request coming and I couldn't take that right now.

"Fine! I'll come." I gave in.

We laughed and talked about what we would wear for awhile. Although, I still felt like my idea about the cheerleading uniform was what was expected. Then, Farin walked in and, though I hadn't noticed her before, I felt her stare and I looked up and saw her staring at us. 

The bell would ring shortly. I could tell she wanted to sit with us. She looked so alone as she took her regular seat about as far away from us as you could possibly sit. Well, she wasn't really alone, she sat with one of the other cheerleaders. I needed a break to be honest, maybe I'd invite her tomorrow if she behaved.

So, all during social studies class, Julie and I traded notes back and forth and giggled about the party on Friday night. At some point, I thought that I might need to get Darla's permission to go, but things seemed easy with her this morning when I asked for a ride, so I hoped she'd be cool with it. It would really suck if I couldn't go the party now that I had promised Jules. In the back of my head, I knew I there was something about Friday night, but honestly, I just couldn't recall what it was.

By the end of class, neither of us had a clue what the class had been about. We got up and started heading towards fourth period, Biology. Farin was in that class too and she waved us down as she came out of social studies to wait up for her. I didn't really want to, but I also didn't want to face the issues if I didn't.

So, the three of us headed down the hallway together, laughing and talking like Julie and I hadn't hated her yesterday. I wondered if Farin was going to try to join us at our table. It was usually pairs for all the science projects and if she tried to edge Julie out as my partner, there was going to be an issue.

Julie and I broke off from Farin as we entered the room. She smiled brightly and went to her usual desk with her partner from the squad. I was actually paying attention to the teacher for the first time today when my phone buzzed. Julie, who couldn't stop beaming and whispering about her upcoming date with Chad, heard the buzzing and looked for the source. I rolled my eyes wondering how I was going to get the phone out of my skirt without drawing her attention to it.

As if in answer to my dilemma, a boy at the table in front of us dropped a test tube with a resounding crash. Without even looking at my lap, I reached under the desk and flipped the bottom of my skirt inside out to get to the buzzing phone. I opened it, but didn't look at the screen yet. I just left it sitting there open between my legs.

As the drama of the broken test tube relaxed, I looked down to the phone. Time for number 5

There was no misunderstanding of the meaning. I quickly typed back, 'Impossible here'.

I glanced up at Julie and she was aptly paying attention as the teacher gave instructions of the experiment we were going to do today. With apprehension in every part of my being, I glanced back at the phone.

Not my problem

This was far enough. Honestly, it had been far enough long ago and I was done. I typed back 'No. I don't care about the bet, do what you have to.' And I closed the phone. 

It buzzed away again and I opened it and closed it again to stop the buzzing. Three more times it happened, I didn't even look at the message. I just opened the phone and shut it. No way on earth I was going to masturbate under an open desk next to my best friend. I took an extra step of rebellion and turned the phone off.

The buzzing, of course, ceased after that. I paid attention to class, with the wheels turning in my mind, wondering what Darla was going to do to me when she caught me. It was a stupid trap anyway. I never would have bet at all if I had realized that she meant to do all this nonsense. Angrier than I had been in the last two days, I concentrated on the assignment and soon Julie and I had achieved the desired blue color in our test tube. 

The bell rang and we started heading out of class. We grabbed our bags and headed down the hall to store them before lunch. On the way out the door, I saw Farin taking her time to pack up her things and then she started walking over to us.

"You want to join us at our table for lunch today?" She smiled at Julie and I, though she looked more at me.

This was a problem. Julie and I were expected with our friends at our usual table. Eating with the cheerleaders was going to blow my whole 'this thing is a joke' routine and my position of leadership of the AEP was in grave danger. Not that I took that role seriously or anything, but the balance of my position in the whole school system was in deep jeopardy right now.

I also knew that the request was a demand. It wasn't really an option. I really didn't have a choice in the matter and perhaps, for Julie's sake, it was best this way anyhow. "Sure." I smiled. And glancing over, I could tell Julie was thrilled at the opportunity.

It was as bad as I expected. Gina, Sara, Cat and Jen were sitting with all of our regular 'crew' at our table. They waved excitedly at me. "Woohoo, looking good cheerleaders!" Julie and I laughed and went over to them. I had to think fast. "Hey, we are going to sit with them today and we'll fill you in on who they talk about behind their backs." I laughed.

Sara laughed and thought it was a great idea, but I got the feeling that Gina, Cat and Jen were far less enthusiastic. It wasn't argued though and Julie and I went over to the cheerleader's table. They all welcomed us and made room for us to sit together. Farin sat next to me on my left, Julie on my right.

"So, welcome to the club!" I don't really want to get into all their names. I mean they all said things and I don't really recall which one said what, so where it isn't important, I'll just leave the name out. Besides, you'll want me to describe them all and between you and me, all cheerleaders look alike. HA!

Julie and I found ourselves quickly involved in the dialog. I thought we would be kind of to ourselves, but it wasn't that way at all. I was in the middle of telling an animated story about a dog that had wandered into my house when Farin put her hand on my thigh. 

For my part, I continued on with the story and more as a way of hiding what was happening from Jules than to encourage her activities, I scooted forward and blocked Julie's view with my right arm.

"So, I am standing there in the living room and this dog is just looking at me, like I invited the damned thing in." 

Her hand moved higher and I felt her fingertip brush against my clit. I jumped a little.

"And I open the door and the dog won't leave. I was calling and whistling and running through about twenty doggy names and the furbag doesn't get it."

She pushed deeper, pressing her ring finger into my pussy and her pinky played with my clit. Oh God that feels so good, she so needs to stop.

"So finally, I go to the kitchen and I'm leaning down to try and find a hot dog or something to lure it out with."

She is fingering me now, I can't look at her. My face is flushed, it must be. My nipples are poking out like they have all day. I swear I feel sweat forming on my forehead.

"And the damned dog jumps up on my ass and tries to hump me." I laughed and elicited a round of howling laughter from everyone at the table.

She slides a second finger into me alongside the first. Oh please don't make me cum! She is pushing me so close now, too close. Her finger is like magic on my clit.

"So I jump away from him and grab a hole bag of hot dogs and throw them out the door to get rid of the sex crazed monster." I laugh more, I hope there wasn't a moan mixed in there.

She just keeps going, faster and faster, bringing me so close. Where am I in the story? I don't want to mess up.

"So, it's pretty simple, boys are like dogs, just feed them and they forget all about sex."

The table starts roaring with laughter and I clinch my fists to fight the urge to cum and she slowly slides her hand away, leaving me panting.

I laugh and turn to look into her eyes. Farin is smiling. Her eyes aren't showing malice at all, quite the contrary. I growl at her and then turn back to the table and laugh a bit more.

She then makes a show of sticking her fingers in her mouth for my benefit. She sucks on them really hard. I shudder and look away. She smiles.

Across the table and down five people is Rebecca. She claps. Too loud. "I always knew the dogs liked you Carrie." She laughed, but didn't get many in return. "Oh come on, I'm joking." She added quickly. I looked into her eyes. She was furious. That little comment of hers had cost her dearly in the dangerously teetering balance of control of the cheerleaders. I flashed a wide smile. She made the universal sign for a blowjob at me.

"Anyway." Rebecca cleared her throat and all eyes went to her. "Welcome to the squad, our newest members. We have practice Tuesday and Thursday after school and we pretty much all hit the gym on Monday and Wednesday. So kiss your lives goodbye." They all laughed and she smiled.

Julie and I looked at each other and it just occurred to us both, we had a problem. 

"What?" Rebecca asked, she had noted the exchange.

"Julie and I take the bus." I explained. "I don't know if we can get a ride every night."

"Honey," Karen broke in, "You are a cheerleader now. We look out for each other. You always have a ride."

The other girls all agreed and Julie smiled brighter than I think I have ever seen her smile before. The guilt came on me like a ton of bricks.

"Okay, but we can't make it tonight. Oh, and we have detention Wednesday, so we'll be late." I laughed.

"Who gave you detention?" Britney asked. 

"Miss Galler," I answered, "But she is cool. I doubt we will be long."

"Yeah, I like her." Agreed Courtney. (Okay, so I am throwing the names out now, but I am absolutely not going to describe them all. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs, that defines the majority of them)

We finished up lunch and were about to head off to the door to go to fourth period when Farin asked Jill if she could borrow me for a few minutes. Jill agreed and headed out with a group of the girls towards Biology. Farin and I were both in that class too.

"What's up?" I asked her, trying to pretend she hadn't just masturbated me to a near orgasm.

She looked into my eyes. "You'll see. Let's go."

Rebecca got up to join us and Farin looked at her. "Not this time Bec, I'll see you later okay?"

Rebecca looked disappointed, but didn't question as Farin led me off to the hallway. We headed down the other end of school from our lockers and the class we had to get to. She practically pulled me into the girl's room down there and led me into a stall and locked the door.

She grabbed my face in her hands, firmly, but gently and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me. Actually, she was making out with me. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and pressed it against my own. She sucked on my upper lip as she swished her tongue all around mine.

I felt obliged to kiss her back, so I did. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and tilted my head and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her hand go under my skirt to squeeze my naked ass. Her other hand was on my breast, squeezing it and feeling me up. I didn't really have as much interest in this as her, but I did squeeze her ass in return.

She started rubbing against my thigh. Sliding her panty covered pussy up and down, building up friction. I slid my left hand into her hair and kissed her back harder. She was going to cum on my leg and I knew it. So, I helped her get there quicker. She moaned into my mouth and I felt her start to shake all over. Soon, I was kissing her through an orgasm and sure enough, I felt her wetness on my thigh.

She just held on tight and rode it out on my leg. Finally, she finished and she softly kissed my lips over and over again. Then she sunk to her knees and started licking the spot on my thigh where she had left her juices. It was a very exciting feeling, it got me quite turned on.

Then, we heard the bell ring. She stayed there, holding my ass in her hands and licking my thigh. She looked up at me. "Want to cut class?" She asked.

I looked down at her and smiled. "Hey, no, let's not, we have plenty of time to spend together. I mean, we will."

She faked a pout and then smiled. "You're right. I just got a little Carried away I guess."

I helped her to her feet and we kissed softly again and made our way out and fixed ourselves in the mirrors before leaving the bathroom. She had selected this one because we were least likely to be interrupted at this time of day in this bathroom, but now we had a long walk to our lockers and back down to our respective, and thankfully separate, classes.

Well, we ran in the halls holding hands. And no one caught us. And my breasts were bouncing all over the place. We grabbed our bags from our lockers and ran in different directions. I made it to class just as the last bell rang and I joined Julie in our usual seats for Spanish V.

It was the greatest relief of my day. The class was boring, but it was just what I needed at the time. No disruptions and no stupid tasks. Just me and Jules babbling in broken Spanish. The forty-five minute class was way too short in my mind and before I knew it, my concerns crept back on me again. We had gym for sixth period and Rebecca and Farin would be there with most of the cheerleading squad. Top that off with Sara, Gina, Cat and Jen in attendance and a possible devastation course was plotted.

I walked with Julie past the nurse's office and seriously contemplated faking a sudden illness brought on by cafeteria food. There, ahead of us, however, already having seen me in perfect health, were Rebecca and Farin and the rest of the squad waiting for my arrival. "Hey Carrie! Hi Julie!" They all greeted us and I saw the menacing smile on Rebecca's face as we approached them. To the right, just as the confrontation seemed a certainty, emerged my friends Sara and Cat and I waved cheerfully at them.

"Guess what?" I exclaimed, tugging a reluctant Julie behind me to join them in the walk down to the locker rooms. 

"You get pom poms?" laughed Cat. God, I loved her sense of humor, but this wasn't the time to bash the cheerleaders.

"Chad asked Jules out after the game!" I exclaimed. And finally Julie stopped tugging away from me and smiled at Sara and Cat.

"Woohoo, you go girl!" Cat congratulated her.

"About time he took notice of something worth seeing!", Sara joined in, a not-so-cleverly hidden remark about the cheerleaders standing and finally turning towards the locker rooms themselves.

Rebecca, the captain, in case I hadn't mentioned it before, took that moment to chime in. "Hey, that's great Julie, congratulations. Chad is cute!"

I eyed her to see where she was going. I just knew Rebecca wasn't sincere, but nothing to be done at the moment as she forced her way into our group and we ended up, oddly enough, descending the steps together, AEP and the cheerleaders.

Somehow, and though I saw it happening, I couldn't understand how she pulled it off, Rebecca worked herself and me behind the rest and grabbed my wrist roughly to hold me back as they talked together, descending the stairs and turning the corner out of sight.

Rebecca looked up and down the corridor and then grabbed my shoulders and slammed me back against the wall. She is bigger than me, like I said, I'm pretty short and she is about 5'7", but it never would have happened if I had been on guard. Still, my head hit the wall rather painfully and I was about to throw a punch when she whispered, but in a very angry tone. 

"You stupid cunt! I have the pics, want them sent? Don't ever disobey me again. Now, instead of 5 today, you can have 6 and since there is little of the day left, you best do one now and one after gym. You don't and I am telling Darla."

I almost laughed. Darla hadn't sent the message earlier. I was relieved, but I didn't want this bitch to know that. She had her weight leveraged against my shoulders, but my hands were free and I reached behind her skirt and yanked it right up to show her panties.

"Nice panties Beck", laughed one of the guys from the football team who had just rounded the corner and began trudging down the stairs to gym. She screeched and pulled away from me in a huff. "Do it or you'll be sorry." She warned and stomped away.

The guy who had made the comment was Neil, a receiver. He laughed, and I laughed with him. "What the hell was that all about?" He asked me.

"She still thinks I am afraid of cheerleaders." I laughed.

"You would think she'd know better by now." Neil laughed back.

"Yeah, but you know how cheerleaders are..." I giggled.

We started walking down the stairs together. "So tell me how are you?" He nudged his elbow at my ribs and made me laugh again.

I put on my most serious voice I could muster, one with airs of being above such things. "I am not a cheerleader. I am just dressed like one." 

We laughed all the way down to where the boys and girls divide and I turned into the most devastating of places for a teenage girl... the Locker Room.

Even though the diversion was short, Julie had already changed into her gym shorts and shirt by the time I got down to my locker. A reality hit me like a bus. I had nothing on under my skirt and top. The whole aisle was going to see this. I felt it was pretty common knowledge about my lack of bra what with my boobs bouncing around and my nipples poking out all day, but the panty department was a little different.

I thought quick as I threw my bag in my locker and closed the door. "Hey Jules, I have to go the bathroom, meet you in the gym."

"K, see ya!" She waved and headed out to join the others as I stealthed away into the bathroom and into the stall at the end. I sat there, waiting for everyone to leave, it was taking forever. Well, I thought to myself, as long as I am here...

I listened intently for sounds in the bathroom, but everyone was in the locker room or heading to the gym. I quickly lifted my skirt and spread my feet and worked my pussy. I drew a finger tip up and down my lips, watching them separate far too readily. I had been wet all day, so in about twenty seconds, I was hammering away at my clit and pussy, eyes closed, speeding straight for the orgasm I had been desperate to get since this morning.

I was plunging my hand in and out and thinking how great it was that nobody was here to stop me this time. I thought of Jill, of that asshole Rick, of Brad (an asshole, but he was still cute) and then of Greg, then to Farin and finally back to Jill. My orgasm was rushing in, I wasn't going to stop. My heart was pounding, my chest heaving as my lungs expanded and deflated to get more oxygen into my system. Jill, that perfect kiss. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Julie? CRASH! I yanked my hand away at the last second. Where the hell did that thought come from? My mouth dropped and I just sat there, dumbfounded by that errant vision that popped into my head.




Darla's Games Day 03



Julie? What the hell am I thinking? I slapped myself in the face, hard, I felt I needed it to break out of this stupor. I smoothed my skirt down, got up and ran cold water. I washed my smelly finger and hands and then splashed water into my face three times to regain my senses.

This was Farin's fault. Or Darla's. Whatever! I stomped into the locker room and opened my locker and grabbing my uniform, pulled my shorts up before taking off the skirt. Of course, the skirt was so tight, it just pulled down the shorts with them when I went to take it off. So I pulled them back up and tugging the sweater over my head, pulled the shirt down and tossed those disgusting cheerleader clothes into the locker.

I was furious with myself. How in the hell was I coming off with these fucking lesbian fantasies? I put on the bobby socks Farin had given me and my tenners and headed to the gym, hoping to work out some anxiety.

Well, gym sucks. I'm reasonably athletic and all. In spite of being the duly appointed leader of AEP, I even play lacrosse in the spring and used to play soccer in the fall. I quit playing only because we started really supporting the football team in our junior year. Hey, I like watching guys hitting the hell out of each other and getting so muddy and dirty and sweaty. I like looking at their butts. 

Yes! I cheered an internal victory cry. I am heterosexual, cool.

Okay, so back to the gym class. Gymnastics. Gag me hard until I vomit.

I trudged across the open floor towards the rest of the class, who were already stretching to warm up. Miss Nichols (dyke alert) saw me approaching. "Thank you for joining us today Miss Fitch, five laps if you please."

"Bitch" I muttered under my breath. Fine, I should have expected it, I was late, but not that late. Still the run was a welcome distraction and gave me some time to think. If I could somehow get Rebecca under control, this whole thing would be so easily manageable. As I rounded the track the first time, I caught that bitch's eye and held up five fingers and stuck my tongue out at her. She smirked.

I mean, the Brad threat wasn't really working all that well. It was a hollow threat at best, no way I was going back to him. But, there had to be something I could threaten her with, I mean something that I could actually take away from her. I rounded the curve on lap two and saw Julie, Sara, Cat, Gina and Jen, apparently just having finished their stretches. They laughed at me. I flipped them off and they laughed harder. For my part, I laughed too.

Maybe, I could like take over as head cheerleader or something. That would put her in her place. Naah, she'd just hate me even more. Besides, that wasn't likely to happen. Coming around lap 3, I am breathing a little harder now. Julie is running in place mocking me. That little bitch.

I could always just beat the shit out of her. Not exactly a well laid plan, but it would give me some instant gratification. That would just make her even more vindictive. I wish I could take these stupid rubber bands off my nipples. They just suck. Rounding the corner again, I see Julie on the uneven bars, flipping into her graceful arc, she looks good. Dammit Carrie... hetero hetero!

HA! I have it! Homecoming Queen. Oh man that would knock her right off her pedestal. I know the football team and now I am in with the cheerleaders a little and I'm going to one of their parties on Friday. Yes! Sweet Vengeance, you shall be mine! Where the hell did that come from? Sweet vengeance you shall be mine? I laughed as I rounded my last lap and joined the crew at the uneven bars.

"Oh Carrie, you look so tired. Poor thing." Sara laughed.

"Bite me." I quipped.

Julie swung high into a double somersault and landed perfectly. I clapped for her with the others, while catching my breath. "Sometimes I think you should be like in the Olympics or something Jules."

"Uh huh." She replied doubtfully. "Sometimes I think you should be on the Honor Roll."

We all laughed hysterically. My grades, while not ominous, were far from that.

A few girls later, my turn came and I just did some lame swings and turns. I was no where near Julie's abilities on the uneven bars. I just let go into a clumsy single and stumbled on the landing.

We went to next station together, the pommel horse and Julie kept showing us all up with her moves. She did gymnastics since she was a little kid and was pretty incredible to watch. The way her body curved and arched so gracefully was truly a thing of beau... Oh God, please turn me back! I want to be straight!

Fast forward, because I am having too much inner turmoil thinking about being gay with Julie. Class ends and we go back to the locker room. Okay, fast forward past the showers too, because there she is naked and I am looking at her. Damn. I want to die.

So, towel wrapped, I head to my locker. I open the door. A note lies on my lovely new cheerleader uniform. I roll my eyes, how middle school. I open it in the locker so no one will see. If you don't do number six before 7th period, you have to miss the bus and stay for two more PER DARLA bitch. 

P S I can't wait to see you sucking Charles' cock you filthy whore

Gee, I wonder who wrote that? I crumpled the note and told Julie I'd see her after school. She had already pulled her shirt on and was working her panties up over her thighs. And I was WATCHING AGAIN! God damn Carrie! You filthy, voyeuristic lesbo!

I tossed my gym clothes in my locker and walked in my towel to the bathroom. Rebecca peered out from her aisle at me with a knowing snicker. "Problems Carrie?" She called down the aisle and giggled.

"Only that you are sooo beautiful Becky" I sang back. She hated to be called Becky.

I sunk into the bathroom and quickly dispensing with the formalities, dove into my pussy again. I don't even need to say it at this point, my visions kept returning to my best friend and it totally traumatized me and I had a dreadful time getting close before I finally quit and went back to my locker.

I put on that insulting cheerleader's uniform and throwing my bag over my back, headed out of the locker room, against the incoming traffic. Freshmen! Their little timid bodies jostled past me, giggling and nervously talking in hushed, respectful tones as the seniors passed them heading up the stairs. 

I loved seventh period, it was an art class and about the only class I had that I didn't constantly struggle with to keep up. Today I found myself looking forward to it more than ever. For one thing, Julie wouldn't be there, so I wouldn't start drifting off into fantasies about her. For another thing, neither Farin nor Rebecca would be there, so I could have forty-five minutes of peace at the end of the day.

The class went pretty much as I had expected. It was forty-five minutes of drawing and showing off our drawings to the Miss King as she walked around the tables. She always encouraged me. I was in the midst of re-drawing an eye on my unicorn for the third time when the bell rang and I was liberated to go home.

I kind of hoped to catch up with Rebecca so I could get my clothes back, but on the other hand, I really didn't want to see her again. Tomorrow would be far too soon to see her again. Besides, I didn't really have time to run all over the school looking for her, so I briskly walked to my locker, exchanged some books and left the school, which had become my personal hell for the evening.

Julie and I sat together as always. We talked about the whole day, well, the part she was aware of anyway. We talked about being cheerleaders, about the party, about our suddenly much busier schedules, about Chad. I was actually getting quite comfortable again by the time we reached our neighborhood on the bus.

It was about the time that our bus stop came into view that I realized what was going to happen in the next five minutes. I was going to be in my room with Julie and I was going to be naked. I had to think about this awhile. But, there was really no time. 

Surely, there would be no way for Darla to know if I was naked or not in my room. Unless I were to take pictures for her, which was probably what she was going to do, all I had to do was draw the blinds tight and lie. Well, I'd find out soon enough I supposed. We got off the bus together and headed for my house. 

As we approached the house, I knew I was in trouble with my lying plan, even from a block away, I could see the envelope taped to the front door. I rolled my eyes, but didn't acknowledge the envelope as Julie and I walked together discussing for the tenth time what to wear Friday night.

Finally, we were at the door and as we approached it, I saw my name on the envelope in a handwriting that was definitely not my own. I yanked it down and then went for my key, which of course was not in my pocket because I of course did not have my clothes. I was about to cry or scream when I noticed the envelope was a little heavier than just paper.

Sure enough, just inside the envelope was a key. Oddly, it was a black and red colored key, not the 'normal' bronze colored one that I have always Carried. It worked on the door, however, and Julie and I walked inside. "Grab us some sodas and I'll be right up." I said to Julie, excusing myself to the downstairs powder room.

I opened the letter inside quickly and read:

Carrie, Nice Job Today I know you didn't realize it last night, but I have had your key all day. I had a copy made and have rigged cameras in your bedroom and other rooms in your house which all transmit to me via your computer in your room. If that computer is ever turned off for any reason, there will be hell to pay, I don't think I need to elaborate.

Congratulations on the cheerleading squad. You will attend all training, practices and functions, including the party this Friday night. You will go with Brad's cousin, but may mingle with whomever you wish so long as you are respectful to Rebecca, Brad and Charles. 

I will see you around 4:45. Get upstairs and naked now. Jill, Rachel, Jackie, Sue and I will be enjoying the show, maybe a few others as well. 

When you go upstairs, look at your computer screen and nod your head yes to verify that you have read this letter,

Darla

Well, that pretty much answered all those questions. I exhaled loudly and flushed for effect. As I exited the bathroom, I started searching my brain for a way to either get rid of Julie or to make being naked in the room with her seem acceptable. I was drawing a lot of blanks.

"You coming or what?", Julie yelled from upstairs.

"Yeah, on my way.", I muttered back as I climbed the stairs.

When I walked in the room, I nearly had a heart attack. Darla and whoever, had done some redecorating while I was gone to school today. Mostly, they had relocated my furniture so my computer desk was now in the corner facing my room, instead of on the wall next to the closet door. I quickly nodded at the screen with my mouth still wide open.

She had hung mirrors on my walls that weren't there before. The bed was made, but as I took a closer look, I noticed eye hooks screwed into the posts. I was freaking out, what would Mom say? There was a new hamper on the floor by my bed. The really odd thing was that my room was immaculate. I mean, it hadn't been this clean since the day we moved in here.

I went to close the blinds so I could get my clothes off and when I pulled, they didn't release. I pulled harder, and nothing happened. I yanked a third time and it hit me that she had somehow broken my blinds. I tried them all with the same results. I would be visible through my bedroom windows 24/7. I sighed and gave up.

"When did you become such a neat freak?" Julie laughed and threw a teddy bear at me from off my bed. 

"I guess you finally rubbed off on me." I laughed back and threw it right back at her. Julie truly was a bit of a freak when it came to being clean and orderly. I got to thinking of how much of a ying-yang relationship we have.

"Well, I am tired of this 12 year old's uniform." I muttered and tugged the top off. I instantly realized my mistake and quickly turned away from Julie to face the computer screen. I hoped this was okay as I grabbed both nipple rubber bands and yanked them off quickly. I nearly doubled over in pain as the blood rushed back into them and I squeezed my eyes so tight that a couple of tears dripped out of them before I could stand straight again and turn back to face Julie.

"I knew you weren't wearing a bra!" Julie laughed. "You are such a slut!"

"Yeah, well, check this out." I laughed back at her. I pulled the skirt down, revealing my lack of panties and watched her mouth drop open.

"Oh my God!" Julie screamed. "In that tiny skirt you didn't wear panties? I thought you had a thong on under it. Oh my God!"

She laughed and pointed at me and rolled on the bed laughing really hard. I kicked the skirt off my foot at her and it just missed her head. I stuck my tongue out at her and laughed with her before plopping down on the bed and bending to pull my boots off. I couldn't look at her at the moment. 

I felt quite fragile. It was like I was on the edge of a cliff and the smallest mistake would lead to my collapse and ultimate destruction. I was feeling rather melodramatic. I tossed my boots towards my closet and grabbed my book bag and opened it up. 

Pulling out my notebook, I rolled onto my stomach and stretched out to read. I couldn't look at Julie at the moment. I knew she expected me to dress, like every other time over the past ten years I had known her. But, I wasn't going to. In fact, this was going to be an ongoing practice for the next couple of months.

For her part, Julie laughed at my exhibition. "Umm Carrie?"

I gathered my strength and turned to her and smiled. "Yes Jules?"

"Umm nevermind." She was uncomfortable, that was obvious. Thank God she didn't make a big deal out of it or I might have folded. She jumped down next to me, fully dressed of course, and got out her own notebook.

"So, what are you going to do your paper on?" She asked, and I was glad for the normalcy of her voice.

"I don't know. Do you even know what we are supposed to be doing with this paper?" I retorted.

"I think it was totally freestyle. Like fiction or fact or whatever we wanted to do. Like a short story."

"Maybe I'll write a story about becoming a cheerleader." I laughed. I instantly regretted laughing as I recalled her newfound joy of actually fulfilling that dream.

"I think I'll do mine on my best friend becoming a nudist." She laughed back at me.

I wasn't ready to apologize yet about the cheerleading thing. Being naked was certainly the wrong wardrobe for such a discussion, which likely would end with a hug somewhere.

"When did you start erm... shaving?" Julie asked, referring to my sudden lack of pubic hair.

"I just decided to try it, you know, for some variety or whatever." I mumbled.

"Oh." She answered, and I could tell she was uncomfortable talking about it, but she was following up nonetheless. "How does it feel?"

"It feels surprisingly good." I answered quite honestly. I shifted to my side a little to face her, my left breast showing to her albeit from inside my arm. I looked into her eyes and had to stop myself from thinking anything sexual quite forcefully. "Why do you ask?"

She looked away for a moment then back and smiled. "Well, I had thought of doing it and just wanted to know if you recommended it."

I knew I wasn't going to divulge the details of my traumatic waxing and I sure as hell was not going to recommend she go see Farin. Still... "I actually got waxed."

"Ohh. Did it hurt?" Julie leaned a bit too close for my raging hormones and I couldn't help but shudder at the smell of her perfume.

"Ummm. Hell yes." I laughed.

"Where did you get it done?" She asked.

"I went to some plaza out of town. You know, I didn't want anyone I knew to see me." I lied. Perhaps the first time I had ever lied to Julie. It was slightly painful.

"Where?" She pressed.

"You want to go?" I asked her.

"I think so." She answered. "How much was it?" "Sixty-Five plus a tip." I answered, hoping she didn't have the money. "Why don't you just shave it and see how you like it first before going through all the pain?"

"Why didn't you?" She asked.

"I don't know, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing. I hadn't really planned to do it, it just sort of happened."

"Oh, I see." She smiled, slightly sadly and looked away.

"What's up Julie? Don't bullshit me." I asked.

"Well," Julie turned towards me and laid on her hip. I noticed her eyes trace up and down my body quickly, then forcing themselves to meet my eyes and hold that gaze. "You seem different Bridge. Like something happened this weekend and I'm supposed to be your best friend and you won't tell me."

I shivered and not from being cold. What could I tell her? I internally battled with what information, if any, to divulge about the past weekend. I looked into her eyes and saw the sad, questioning look. Julie felt betrayed, and she was right, in all the time we had known each other, we never held anything back from each other.

I took a deep breath and turned to my side to face her and tears started dripping down my eyes. A breakdown had been coming all day and now it looked like it was going to happen. I must have opened and closed my mouth a dozen times in the next thirty seconds. Julie watched; her anticipation heightened every time my lips moved. 

I didn't even register my nakedness at the moment. My body turned this direction; I was showing her all of my body, from my heaving breasts with completely erect nipples to my glistening wet, bald, needy pussy. My sexuality was in overdrive. I had a strong need for release that had been denied all day.

"It's hard to explain Jules." I breathed out hard, still choosing the right words. Tears flowed down my eyes and across my cheek to drip onto the pillow.

"Carrie," Julie said softly, "You can tell me anything, you know that, don't you?" She lifted a hand and brushed away a tear from my eye. Her touch was so soft I wanted to collapse into her arms and just let her hold me while I wept.

I braced myself, finally coming up with the version of truth that I would reveal to her. "Okay," I breathed heavily and harshly wiped away my tears. "Remember the girl I told you about? Her name is Darla?"

Julie looked like I slapped her. I felt, rather than knew, what she was thinking. She thought I had a new best friend. I wanted to scream to her that this was so far from the truth, but I had to be careful with how I explained this. She whispered, almost choked out, "Yes."

I exhaled deeply again. "Well, I spent the weekend with her and some friends of hers. Not the weekend exactly, just Saturday night and Sunday. They are older, all of them, like around twenty-five I think. Anyway..." I trailed off as I picked my next words.

"They kind of made me realize some things about myself. They made me feel really young at first and inexperienced and they pressured me a lot to make some changes to blend in with them."

Julie looked puzzled, but she wasn't going to interrupt me, for which I was grateful. "They convinced me to do all this." I waved a hand down at my naked body. "The waxing, the going to school with no underwear, all of it was their idea. I..."

I broke into shaking sobs again. Julie looked at me and then reached out. I wanted to finish; get this out, but it wasn't going to happen. The next thing I knew I was wrapped in her arms and wetting her shirt with my tears. She just held me tight. My naked breasts pressed into her ribs, my face atop her breasts, her hands, one on my head and one on my back. It felt so good to just be held. 

She kissed me on the top of my head softly. "It's okay Carrie. I'm here. You're fine." She just held me as I sobbed into her chest, tears drenching her shirt. My body shook as I let myself fall apart for awhile. She didn't press for anything else; just accepted that I was very upset about these new 'friends' and comforted me as I wept.




Darla's Games Day 04



By some miracle, I had set my alarm in my daze. I woke up and in spite of my numbness, managed to get into the bathroom. I gave myself the required enema for the day as I showered. It was unpleasant, but not having to hold it in, was a much less humiliating experience than last night. I carefully hid the enema kit under the sink so my mom wouldn't find it. I went back to my room in a towel and set about bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm five times. 

Despite my numbness, I panted in frustration in need by the third time and was a shaking mess by the fifth. I needed another shower, but a glance at the clock told me it wasn't going to happen. I roughly wrote DARLA inside my ass cheeks and squeezed my erect nipples into the rubber bands which I knew would keep them hard and make me a sexual mess all day. I tossed on a pink belly shirt and a black mini-skirt, the staples of my new wardrobe. I pulled on a pair of calf socks and my favorite boots and I was ready. I grabbed my books, tossed them into my bag and headed downstairs. 

I forced a banana down with a glass of milk for breakfast. With little time to spare, I kissed my mom and bade her good day and headed to the bus stop. Julie's inquiries of my issues were blown off as we rode the bus to school and I didn't even attempt to make excuses. I just sat there in silence and when her tenth attempt to extract information had gone unanswered, she just held my hand in hers for the rest of the ride to school.

Once at school, I walked straight to Farin and Rebecca and telling Julie, I'd see her in class, walked into what I would come to know as 'our stall'. I showed them the bands and the ink in my ass crack. I told them I had done all five in the morning and apparently the throbbing of my clit let them know I wasn't lying. 

Rebecca then had me bend over and open my ass cheeks wide. She couldn't have possibly known whether or not I had given myself the required enema, but she wanted to humiliate me, so she did. She told me she couldn't wait until someone fucked my newly cleaned ass, sending a shiver of fear through my body, which did not escape her notice and subsequent comment.

Farin looked very sympathetic towards me. She could tell I was numb to everything today. Rebecca sneered at me constantly and told me she would look for me in second period. She left Farin and I alone. I waited to be dismissed, but she just held my hands and looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry Carrie." She offered at last. "I never wanted it to happen this way. I mean, I always wanted to be your friend, or whatever, but I hate to see you like this. Is there anything I can do?"

I offered a weak smile. "Thanks Farin, sorry I was always such a bitch to you. You are a really nice girl and probably a great friend." I don't know why, but I kissed her cheek. She cried and I felt bad so I hugged her and she hugged me back really strong. I wanted to cry with her, but the numbness wouldn't allow me to experience any emotions at this time, so I just let her cry into my shoulder as we hugged.

Finally, she pulled herself together and we walked out of the bathroom in different directions. I fell into my chair at homeroom and just stared at the wall behind Miss Galler for the next forty-five minutes. Thoughts randomly flew through my mind. The entire chronology of events kept replaying as I tried to figure out when I should have realized the entire evening was one big setup.

The one thing I couldn't figure was how they knew I would be at the Wal-Mart when Rick was there. How had he known to be there at that time? Did he really even work there? Did it really matter? 

Why had so many people gone out of their way to make my life so miserable? I had certainly never even met any of those involved. Why did they hate me so that they would set me up like this? What if I hadn't played pool? Was I really even any good or had they let me win to set me up? 

I had so many questions and my mind just kept running through them all, trying to grasp how this entire mess of my life had been choreographed. I felt like such an idiot. How could I have let myself be tricked like this? 

As the bell rang, my cell phone buzzed and I picked it up to my ear. "Hey Carrie." It was Darla as I expected. Julie squeezed my hand and said she would see me later. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't know what to say.

"Hey." I returned, in a voice as monotonous as my mind.

"Carrie, I'm sorry." Darla said in a soft voice. "I know this has you really upset, Farin told me this morning. Look, why don't you just take the rest of the day and enjoy it. You have cheerleading this afternoon. I'll pick you and Julie up afterwards and we'll talk later."

I was about to protest, the idea of her meeting Julie scared me. As if reading my mind, she added, "Don't worry, I will never tell Julie about any of this, I swear it to you. Try to pull yourself together okay sweetie?"

I guess my silence was acceptable. "Carrie?"

"Yes?" I groaned, stumbling towards second period.

"You really need to snap out of this soon hon, you know it is hard for me to be nice for very long." She laughed uncomfortably. I forced a chuckle.

"You are going to be fine Carrie. You are strong, we all know that about you and we love you for it. I'll give you until tonight, and then my games are back on okay?"

I knew it wasn't a question. It was a statement offered in a pleasant way. "Yes." I answered. She hung up. I arrived at math class.

Rebecca seemed furious. Apparently, Darla had told her to lay off me today and she was not at all pleased. She didn't even taunt me about Brad's cousin. She just sat there and ignored me. She had her notebook out and was writing furiously in it. She didn't really pay attention at all to class. She kept looking at me with hate in her eyes and then went back to writing angrily in her book. Sometimes she chuckled to herself as she wrote.

About five minutes in, Farin reached over and took my hand in hers and I let her hold it for the remainder of the class.

The rest of the school day passed much the same. I walked about in my self pity and I didn't get harassed like I had the day before. At lunch, Julie sat with the cheerleaders and I was allowed to sit with my friends. It was little consolation since I didn't really talk to them and grew weary of the consistent questions about what was wrong with me.

I did occasionally notice Rebecca looking at me pensively and then writing in that notebook again. I was curious, but decided it best not to ask her anything.

The day drug on as I pondered the steps Jill had gone to for a lousy fifty dollars. It pained me that my life was worth so little.

Cheerleader practice was a nightmarish reminder of how ungraceful I was compared to Julie and actually all of them. My legs were nowhere near the limberness that they needed to be to do high kicks and things. Fortunately, I was allowed to wear gym clothes, so I wasn't flashing my pussy at the apparently usual gaggle of geeks who stuck around to watch cheerleading practice.

Rebecca used her position as head of the squad to lean hard on me. She laughed at my missteps and yelled at me. I gathered from the looks on the faces of the other members of the squad that this was far from normal behavior. The cheers were easy enough, but my heart wasn't in it. 

Rebecca further exploited this by making me repeat things over and over again in front of everyone. She couldn't 'play' with me, so she was going to humiliate me. At one point, she had me sitting on my ass on the ground with two of the other cheerleaders pulling my legs apart to help me to stretch them. It was painful, but she apparently knew when to stop and didn't tear any muscles or anything like that. 

By the end of practice, I was sore in addition to being numb. My legs felt like they had been in a tug of war match with each other and both sides lost.

Darla drove up as practice ended and Julie, Farin and I climbed into her car. Julie held my hand, intent not to ask what was bothering me anymore. For Darla's part, she was extremely nice to Julie and engaged her in conversation while I sat in silence. Farin didn't really say much either, she just sat in the passenger seat up front. 

I offered to get out with Julie and walk the last couple of blocks, but Darla insisted on dropping me off at home. With a final squeeze and a 'call me later', Julie got out and left me alone with Darla and Farin. They pulled into a space at my house and Darla put the car in park and turned to face me.

"Carrie. It's time to come out of it." She said softly. "Let's go upstairs, we have a couple of hours and I am not losing the little time I have." She opened her door, as did Farin and they both got out. I sighed and got out of my own door and walked with them to the door. Once inside, Darla helped herself to a soda and grabbed one for me and one for Farin and we all went up to my room.

She didn't have to say anything, I took off my clothes and lay naked on the bed, propped up by my pillow and sipping my soda. Farin kept looking away from me; I could tell she was sad for me. 

"Give me your soda Carrie." Darla ordered, taking the can from my hand. "It's time you learn to eat pussy."

I let the can go and looked up at her as she said the last part and let a single tear escape, but didn't protest at all. 

"Farin, you can be first, get your panties off and get on the bed." Darla told her sister.

Farin stood stock still. "I don't think so sis. You go ahead; I'm going to wait outside." She turned and walked out of the room, giving me one last sad look before closing the door behind her.

"Wait there!" Darla growled at me and pounded out of the room behind her sister. She slammed the door shut loudly and stomped down the stairs. They started arguing, though, with the door shut, everything was too muffled for me to make out.

The yelling stopped and a few seconds later I heard the doorknob turn. It was Farin. She walked in and closed the door behind her. "Umm Carrie?"

I looked up at her, no expression on my face.

"I'm sorry Carrie. Look, we can take our time. Let's start with a kiss okay?" She started pulling off her clothes. I watched, numb, but opening a little as she disrobed in front of me. 

She pulled her shirt by the bottom hem with both hands and tugged it up her body, I watched as inch by inch, her flat stomach was revealed. Not an ounce of fat could be seen to remove the perfection of her belly. Her belly button looked so cute stuck there in the middle of those apparently hard abs. She wasn't muscular like a boy, just very tight from years of cheerleading and working out. 

My brown eyes remained locked on her as her face disappeared when the shirt rose up higher, her arms extending above her head. Her lacy bra bounced with the weight of her moderate, I'd guess B cup, breasts. It was almost like slow motion, watching them released from her shirt. I looked intently at the way the cups gripped her shapely breasts. My eyes wandered all over that exposed part of her body and delved into the cleavage created by the hugging of her bra.

Farin finally pulled the shirt off and let it drop to the floor. She smiled at me and as my eyes left her body to meet her light brown eyes, I knew she had seen me looking. She reached behind her with both hands and I watched her breasts inside the bra as she pulled to release the clasp, causing them to tug apart briefly, then almost bounce back together as she released. She shrugged the bra gently off her shoulders and her breasts, so firm, barely moved as they were freed. 

Her nipples were pink and they jutted out betraying her excitement, though I don't think she was trying to conceal it. They looked so beautiful and perfect, surrounded by perfect little circles of her areola. She paused, holding her hands to her sides to permit me to enjoy the visual feast that she was delicately serving to me, on course at a time.

When, at last, my eyes returned to hers, she smiled and slid her hands to the button on her skirt. Captivated, I saw the skin on her tiny waist tug inward as her hands pulled on the button to release it from the button hole. She released it and slowly dropped her right hand to the zipper pull and lowered it inch by tiny inch until one side flapped open and allowed her pink panty to come into view. 

She lowered the skirt so gently, it seemed impossible that a human being could move so slowly. Awestruck, I gazed as her perfectly rounded hips, hidden now only by the brief pink panty, were revealed. She slid her skirt oh so slowly down over her hips and below her ass and when she could drop it no lower without bending over, she let go and I watched as it crumpled around her feet. 

My eyes traveled from the discarded skirt up her shapely legs. Granted, I had seen her legs many times, but now, somehow it was like seeing them for the first time. They were so toned and smooth and shapely. I followed each tiny curve of them with my eyes, finally centering my sight upon her pink panty, the elastic band at her waist and legs seemed to tease me with their ability to hide what I found myself panting to see.

She waited and let me look on. I knew now that she would only take them off when I met her eyes again. She teased me, her left hand hanging loosely at her side, her right hand running back and forth over the waist. There was an unspoken conversation between us, I knew what she wanted to proceed and yet a part of me wasn't ready. 

Farin didn't rush me. She watched. I felt her watching. I couldn't look up to her eyes again yet. I let my eyes roll over her body from shoulders to finger tips and from her beautiful neck down over her breasts again and down to her small feet. I exhaled deeply, wishing it could stop here, but knowing that it wouldn't. I raised my eyes again and met hers. 

She held me with her gaze and smiled at me. I had to look like a wanton slut, sitting here, waiting for a girl who I had disliked for years to show me what I was going to be forced to taste. The thought of this made me shiver and I nodded to her that I was ready and trailed her fingertips with my eyes as she lowered them to the waist of her panty.

She again defied the laws of physics as she slid her fingertips inside the waist and gently slid downward. My heart pounded in my chest. Her skin was so smooth, I watched, feeling myself getting wet as she lowered them more and more until I saw an inch wide sliver of pubic hair, just a shade darker than the dirty blonde hair on her head. She didn't seem to be moving at all and I fought the urge to lunge at her and rip them off myself.

Scant millimeter by millimeter of her hips and pubis were revealed. It was so slow I heard myself moan in desire for her to show me. She was teasing me so badly I wanted to cry in frustration. A glinting thought crossed my mind, 'Carrie, you sick perverted lesbian, stop looking at the girl'. But it didn't last.

By the time she got the fabric rolled down to the widest part of her hip, I thought I would have a heart attack. She moved her hands, letting the waist band grip tightly there at the widest part of her. I knew half her ass had to be hanging out. There was about two inches of closely groomed pubic hair showing in front. I did notice, however, that she had pulled from the front and perhaps her ass was still encased in the gentle caress of her panty as the sides pulled up the back.

As if to answer me, as if she could read my mind, Farin slowly, oh God so slowly and gracefully turned her body away from me. I gulped so loud I knew she would hear it as she showed me her perfect, unblemished back. Sure enough, her ass was still covered by pink, but it was pulled down so tight that even the tiny dimples in the sides of her ass cheeks were noticeable.

I let my gaze continue on the soft and perfect curvature of her ass and likened the visage to that of a perfect heart. The tops of her cheeks were so well rounded, but tight. Her entire ass was plunging toward me and I wondered if I was getting dizzy. I decided to raise my gaze and enjoyed the soft curves of her hips from behind. My eyes kept higher and higher, over the perfection of her skin, the way her shoulder blades so subtly showed below her soft but strong shoulders. 

Her hair hung so delicately across her back, just bouncing softly there. I looked higher and saw she was looking back at me over her shoulder. Her face was still smiling, not with any sneering or cruel enjoyment, but of a sincere pleasure that she received from seeing the pleasure in my own face. When I met her eyes she gazed downward with her eyes, guiding my vision back to her ass as she softly glided her fingertips inside the back of her panty and oh so slowly bared her cheeks to me.

Inch by glorious inch of her perfectly rounded butt was revealed as she never quickened or slowed her pace of lowering them. When the widest part of her ass came out I had to mentally reprimand myself for having my hand in my lap. If she saw me subconsciously rubbing myself, she never mentioned it to me, ever. 

I saw her bending at the waist and her fingers continued in their teasing dance, revealing more and more of those juicy, round globes. Finally, the elastic pulled with gravity and the band slid faster across the bottom inch of her cheeks to bunch just below the cutest lower tip of an ass I had ever seen. She stayed there, bent at the waist, her entire ass on display, holding her panty there. Later, I figured that she was holding the panty up so I wouldn't be able to see her pussy yet, but for now, my eyes continued to enjoy each delectable detail of her bottom. 

Perhaps minutes passed before I realized I was panting and I looked around her hip where she was twisted to the side, smiling so sweetly at me. Our eyes met and she slowly stood again. I thought for sure I would pass out when she turned around to face me. I let my gaze drop from her eyes and down over her perfect breasts again. Her panty was now bunched right at her sex. Her entire pubic region was displayed. It was so soft and smooth looking with just that tiny patch of hair going up the center.

I saw her hands dip and her thumbs reach in to grasp her panty where the waist bands and leg bands met on her sides. She bent her knees to the side, holding them together as she teased me again, letting me see the fabric slide over her thighs to her knees. I was gasping for breath, though I doubt it was as loud in reality as it was in my head. I groaned aloud as she let them drop to her ankles and stood so slowly as she simultaneously swiveled the leg closest to me and left the other where it was.

Her leg moved towards me, her knee turning and at last, I stopped following her leg with my eyes when her pussy was finally revealed to me. I couldn't tear my eyes away and I fear if there had been a fire at that moment, I would have begged it to consume me as long as she stood there. A different kind of fire burned in me. I panted and moaned as I looked at the glistening wetness that shown from the lights in my room.

Her slit was so soft looking. The outer lips were slightly puffy and completely devoid of hair. They separated only barely, allowing me to see the inner lips, so pink, so moist, so inviting that I had to dig my fingers into my thigh to stop myself from running over to her at once. I don't know what came over me, but I was thoroughly entranced and nearly orgasmic just seeing her naked.

I know my lips were open and I felt rather than consciously directed, my tongue licking across my lower lip. Farin kept her legs spread so her inner thighs were both directed towards me. She leaned back to raise the bottom of her sweet pussy into my view.

I just stared, waiting for it to do something perhaps, but it must have been minutes before she made a movement as my eyes never returned to hers. Her hands slid inward over her hips. I followed their progress in my peripheral vision, but the target of my ocular exploration was centered on the glistening wetness of her vaginal lips.




Darla's Games Day 04



Dreamlike, her hands reached closer and closer until her fingertips were at those lips. As slowly as anything else she had done so far, she pulled herself open, letting me see more and more of the wet and shiny pinkness inside her. I was moaning and didn't care who heard it now. "Please" I begged. I looked into her eyes, then seeing the desire there, dropped them to her body once more.

I couldn't help myself but to stare at her in a little bit of envy. While I had been naked in front of her on multiple occasions over the last three days, I was still uncomfortable with it. She seemed completely at home with her body, and, as I said, for very good reason. I looked down to my own body, a small belly, not anything that hung over my skirts, but enough to make a slight curve there at my tummy. My breasts, though they sat high and firm, seemed too big compared to her perfectly shaped orbs.

I had little time for such comparisons before I felt the bed sink in as she climbed onto it next to me. She took my face so lovingly in her hands and closed her eyes as she leaned in to kiss me softly. I just let her kiss me and lay still, not returning with any effort. I was in a daze and was afraid of myself should I kiss her back.

She held the kiss, so soft and tender. She didn't press her tongue in my mouth or anything pressing like that, just nibbled so gently on my lower lip as she kissed me for a long time. Finally, she released my lip and leaned back to look into my eyes. "Please Carrie. Don't shut down like this. I want this to be special. Please?" She begged.

I instantly hated myself for this, but in spite of years of difference or indifference, I had grown very fond of Farin in the last two days. I decided to do this for her and perhaps for me too. I leaned to her and kissed her full on the lips. I closed my eyes and no other person forced their image into my head. I kissed her deeply and passionately and soon I initiated with the insertion of my tongue into her open mouth.

We let our hands roam over each others' bodies, softly exploring the sensations and the contour of each curve. I lovingly stroked her hair, her back, her ass, and her thighs and worked my way up to tenderly stroke my fingers across her belly and to her breasts. She likewise explored my body and soon, the passion that had been building these last two days came out of me and I started rubbing my pussy against her thigh and stroking my thigh against her pussy.

We were panting and writhing, our bodies so closely entangled, our hand roaming wildly over each inch of each others' flesh. At length, I pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her and kissed her quite passionately. I let my hands move to her breasts and softly squeeze them. I rolled my thumbs over her nipples, feeling how hard they were, how they poked straight up at me. 

She kissed back roughly and held me, squeezing my back and my ass and my head began swimming. I was going into an overload of sexual energy and felt like I would explode at any second. I had to slow down. I grasped her shoulders and though it pained every fiber of my desire, I broke the passionate kiss. 

Farin looked up at me as if to ask what was wrong. I smiled at her and she smiled back, knowing instantly that nothing was wrong by the look on my face. "Please," I grinned at her, "Let me do this for you." She smiled back in acknowledgement and let her hands slide from my body and down to her sides and she lay there before me.

A thin shine of sweat glistened on her body from just those few moments of unbridled lust. I sat up, between her legs and looked at her. She had allowed me to slowly take her body in with my eyes and now I was determined to similarly enjoy her body with my hands and mouth. Her chest was heaving in need, she was panting lightly, but her breathing slowed as I just sat up and looked down at her smiling. 

I leaned forward, holding my body above hers with my knees between her legs and my left hand extended to hold my upper body off of her. She slid her thighs against my legs and I grinned and shook my head no. Understanding, Farin spread her legs wide so that our skin was no longer touching anywhere.

I took a wayward strand of her silky blondish hair in my fingers and swept it off her forehead. Kneeling there, between her legs as I was, I felt and undeniable desire to renew the impassioned embrace and so I stood up off the bed and walked over to her side and knelt next to her. She made no move to rise; apparently reading my mind that I needed to enjoy her body slowly and completely.

I lay down next to her on my side and placed my right hand on her cheek and softly pulled her face towards mine. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, right on the center, and then released the peck and centered a soft caress of my lips on the tip of her nose. Parting my lips slightly I lowered my mouth over hers and was inwards appreciative of the fact that she lay still and let me kiss her upper lip, tracing my tongue across it through my lips and tasting the strawberry gloss. 

She moaned as I withdrew my tongue back inside my mouth and pulled gently on her upper lip with my own two lips, stretching it and letting it release with a soft smack of my lips. I then likewise devoured her lower lip, savoring the flavor of her balm before stretching and letting it pop back into place against her perfect face. She opened her mouth in an invitation, but I didn't want her to reciprocate anything right now, I wanted her to enjoy me the way that I had enjoyed her little striptease.

I opened my mouth over her chin and sucked it softly, then provided a line of open mouthed, wet kisses along her jaw line all the way up to her right ear. Taking the lobe into my lips, I let my teeth graze it as I touched it tentatively with my tongue. I could feel her writhing a little on the bed and hear her emit a low moan, so I continued. 

I hadn't wanted this, but if I was going to do it, I wanted to do it right for her. I sucked her ear softly and decided to explore this some more. I sucked softly with gentle kisses up the outside of her ear and listened and felt the bed move, experimentally discovering what really drove her wild. I let my tongue draw long and far from my mouth and licked the inside of her ear, which made her spasm lightly. Then I returned to her earlobe again and found that was what drove her the wildest.

Sucking and tugging gently, I finally abandoned that lobe and as I heard her sigh loudly, moved to duplicate my efforts on her left lobe. I spent much more time on the lobe, one little lick inside her ear, but mostly just lobe play with my teeth, lips and tongue. I swear I could smell her excitement rising up from her groin and I felt an urge to get down there and get it over with. But I knew that wasn't what I really wanted and so I continued with the slow, I imagine torturous, exploration of her body.

Resting my cheek on her chest, I faced her chin and slid closely until my lips pressed against her neck. Softly at first, I kissed her neck with only my lips. I kissed it all over and then began opening my mouth. As my tongue danced on her skin, I tasted her, not her lip balm or some excretion from her body, but just her. It was an intoxicating thing and I felt myself quivering almost as much as the moaning Farin beneath me.

I decided to play with her neck for awhile, since mine is so sensitive, I wanted to see what hers was like. I tried kissing and licking and lightly grazing my teeth and then sucking. I sucked soft and let my tongue dance on her neck that was inside my mouth. I sucked harder, and soon her writhing madly beneath me, moaning in desire. I sucked harder and harder to intentionally make a dark purple hickey on the right side of her throat.

She was grunting and panting and I saw her fists bunch up tightly. I am pretty sure it was hurting her, but she seemed to grant a great deal of reverence to my interest in exploring her fully. 

Curiosity got the best of me and I let my right hand touch her breast. She shivered at the touch. I slid my hand, still sucking her throat as I felt my way down to her thighs. Farin was moaning from the time I kissed her lips and never stopped. She was squeezing her thighs so tightly and rubbing them back and forth. She was trying to give herself an orgasm. 

As my fingers touched her right thigh, she slid it aside and I felt to her smooth pussy and found, not at all surprising me, that she was sopping wet. I let my finger glide the length of her slit and she groaned so deeply, I thought she would cum if I tarried there any longer. I wanted her orgasm at my mouth, so I withdrew my finger.

My eyes flew open as I thought that. 'I wanted her orgasm at my mouth'. I shivered.

Time for more, I finally decided, feeling her chest heaving, raising and lowering my head as it rested just above her breasts. I finally stopped sucking her throat and leaned back to look. I think I overdid it a bit. She was quite harshly bruised and I felt slightly guilty for marking her perfect skin like that.

I kissed the spot softly and then moved to her left shoulder, kissing it softly, my mouth open. I considered kissing my way down her arm, but didn't think that very erogenous, so I left it and headed for those perfect breasts. She panted like a dog before I even touched them. I looked at her; she had crooked her head up to watch me. 

I opened my mouth right over her nipple. It stood up so erect and looked almost painfully full. I could swear I saw it pulsing. I held my mouth wide open and hovered over it, my eyes locked on hers. I breathed out intentionally, allowing my hot breath to immerse her nipple in its humid grasp. She started to arch her back to press it to my lips, but each time she did, I backed my head away until she exhaled harshly in exasperation.

I smiled at her and she returned the smile. "Please be still." I grinned. Opening my mouth wide again, I hovered over the nipple and then extended my tongue as far as I could. I let the tip of my tongue just barely graze over the tip of her nipple and she moaned. 

The tease was exciting me as much as it was her. I could tell that she was as needy as I felt after all of the past three days of frustrated lack of sexual release. Perhaps she was even more so. Finally, I decided to give her a small reprieve and I took that nipple deep into my mouth and began kissing. She was shaking and wiggling and I flicked my tongue. This provided a different moan. I sucked softly and got yet another reaction. Just to be sure it wasn't a heightening thing; I went back to kissing and was surely rewarded by the previous reaction.

It amused me greatly. She was like an instrument I could play. I bit down gently letting my teeth graze up and down against her sweet little pink bullet and she grunted in delight. I bit harder and she grunted louder. I sucked and she moaned. I kissed and licked and she sighed. I kept switching how hard and how soft and what I did until she was a quivering mess.

"That was interesting." I smiled. Her eyes didn't really focus anymore. I could see the lust was clouding her vision as she vacantly looked in my general direction. Her lip was shivering. I took much less time playing with the other nipple, but I felt I had to play with it a little or it would get jealous.

By the time I began kissing and licking across her tight abdomen, she was moaning and shaking the whole time. I saw her hands rise and drop about twenty times as I knew she was fighting the urge to force my head down to her soaking snatch.

I hovered again, this time above her navel and breathed deeply. She was a spasming mess and when my tongue extended to invade the little perfect hole of her belly button she whined. I liked that reaction and explored her navel for awhile, licking and kissing and darting my tongue in and out and back and forth until it was glistening with my saliva.

I trailed off, keeping my tongue in constant contact with her skin as I moved my mouth downward. I went lower and lower until my tongue touched the thin line of hair that rose up from her sex. I softly bit my teeth down and tugged gently on her pubic hair, eliciting a loud moan.

I then kissed all around above her pussy. This close to what I knew would be the end target, I could smell her excitement and I breathed deeply through my nose. The scent was pleasant and heady and seemed to mesmerize me with my own desire to speed along towards it, but I knew it would be awhile still.

I lovingly kissed and barely touched her thigh before she spread her legs wide for me. I had to move my body around so my ass was sort of diagonal towards her. Softly I kissed her left thigh, hearing her groan in frustration as I passed her needy slit and began moving to the side. My chin accidentally grazed her puffy lips as I clasped my wide open mouth just inside her thigh ever so close to her sex. She moaned so loud at the touch, I quivered myself.

I sucked on her inner thigh and kissed it and gave it the same exploratory actions as I had previously donned upon her ear, neck and breasts. She was shaking and moaning and grunting and groaning and panting so delightfully at every different touch. I moved my body so I could duplicate the efforts on her right thigh and she graciously spread her legs wide apart to give me access for my explorations.

I almost felt guilty when I knew what I wanted next. I was worried it would break the moment and the mood. "Farin, would you please roll over?" I asked her.

She groaned loud in frustration and did so without a word. I watched her shaking so hard I thought she would collapse as she propped her body up and turned to her belly, laying out flat and grasping my pillow in her hands. She spread her legs nice and wide for me. 

I felt instantly drawn to the backs of her knees and as my breath came down on the left one, which was now closest to me as I hadn't moved much, she shook. I tentatively kissed it and she sighed. I licked and she moaned. I sucked and she groaned with a deep voice.

I played with the backs of her knees for awhile then sat up and looked at her. She was absolutely glistening. Her entire body was bathed in a fine sheen of sweat. She was quivering constantly and without my even touching her she continued to pant and sigh.

I let my fingers ever so gently touch her back and she jumped slightly. I traced my fingertips as soft as rose petals across her skin. I was tickling her back, not the kind of tickle that makes you giggle and jump, just the kind that makes your muscles tighten and is almost relaxing when you release them. 

I let my fingers caress her back over and over and all the way down to the small of her back. I let them graze over those absolutely gorgeous ass cheeks and I thought I would never see such a perfect ass again. (I was right). I leant in and kissed her ass, I just felt compelled somehow to worship it. She moaned as my lips touched it and I opened my mouth wider.

I kissed and licked and sucked on her ass cheeks as she humped herself against the bed and sighed and moaned and grunted with need. I felt repulsed but intrigued as I separated her cheeks with my fingers and looked intently at her rosebud. It seems such a personal thing, I felt I would die when mine was opened last night, but she allowed me to do as I wished. There was a freedom in that. I leaned in and kissed her cute little asshole and she shook hard.

"Thank you Farin." I whispered. "Please roll back over now."

She sighed loudly and her arm gave out once as she tried to roll over. She made it on the second attempt and lay before me. I looked at her face. She was panting, her cheeks flushed. Her lips moved constantly, making little incoherent sounds. Her eyes were so washed over with lust that I could tell she probably couldn't have told me how many fingers I was holding up if I held them right in front of her face.

I got up and watched her eyes following me as I walked to the end of my bed. I lied down so my legs hung over the side and my belly rested on the bed between her feet. I placed a hand on either thigh and pressed them apart, not too wide to make her stretch, just enough that when I had her where I wanted her, I could see her inner lips quite clearly.

I smiled at her, she barely acknowledged seeing it. Then I leaned down and placed my face within inches of her pussy. I breathed out intently and watched her lips quiver with excitement. I lowered my face closer and closer. I extended my tongue and let the tip touch her right between the bottommost part of her out labia and her thigh.

She shook violently. I let my tongue trace up around the curvature of that lip, following the brief, heart-like dip towards her clit and then down the outside of her other lip. I then let my tongue graze, ever so slightly over her right lip from bottom to top. I repeated this on the left lip. She was shaking the whole time. I could smell and see her wetness. Her inner lips were opening and closing from her contractions.

It was time. I lowered my mouth, opening it wide as it would go and settled it right over the top of her slit. I let my tongue move in and out of her lips. I licked down and inserted it into her hole. I licked up again to her clit and sucked on it softly before moving down again. I knew I wasn't good at this. I mean I had certainly never done it before and no one had even done it to me for reference, but I figured I did well enough as she shook beneath me.

Farin was moaning and grunting. She was panting and raising her hips. I decided to end her torture and reaching up I grasped her wrists and pulled her hands to my head and dove full onto her pussy. I figured I should let her guide me where she wanted me this time. I reached up and began playing with her nipples with my fingers while she gripped my head.

She screamed as she held my head down. "FUCK!" She thrashed her hips and her legs wildly and her pussy slammed my face so hard I feared she would break my nose. I had my face held so tightly into her quivering mound I couldn't breathe. My nose was imbedded in her slit and she yanked my hair to pull my face to her clit and then pushed my head down to force my mouth against her hole.

She began yanking and tugging my head up and down by my hair as she screamed out all sorts of things that were quite incoherent. I made out God several times, I think she was calling me names even, but her thighs closed around my ears and everything was quite muffled. She just kept humping her crotch into my face and I could feel her pulsating quim excrete the product of her orgasm into my mouth and up my nose. I was choking a little and became worried.

She was thrashing and bucking up and it felt like she had busted my lip. I grabbed at her hands to pull them away, but she had a death grip on my hair and wouldn't let go. I thought perhaps the best way to get out was to lick harder and get her over her orgasm quicker, so I tried that. It just sent her into wilder thrashing and moaning than before and I could hear her screaming loudly even through her clinching thighs.

Finally, after minutes I know, she let her thighs drop and I heard her moan quieting down. She panted and breathed so hard. She was whispering almost incoherently. "Oh Carrie I love you. You fucking bitch, how could you torture me like that. Oh God I love you." Then she faded off and laid shaking and quivering on the bed. When she finally stopped shaking, I softly licked her plentiful juices from her sopping wet pussy. I bathed it with my tongue and basically sucked it into my throat, drinking the abundant, aromatic cum. She moaned pleasantly as I did this. When I felt I had cleaned her enough, I stopped licking and gave her the softest of kisses to her dark, glistening pussy and worked my way up. I kissed over her pubis and her belly. I felt her belly quiver as I made my way over it.




Darla's Games Day 04



I kissed up across her breasts. Softly and gently, I tasted the sweat on her skin. I kissed her throat and her chin and finally ended with her lips. No passion and tongue, just soft, loving kisses that she eagerly returned.

I held her in my arms, she weakly draped her arm around me as we turned and lay side by side, facing each other. I pulled her head to my shoulder and lay on my back. I softly caressed her cheek.

"I love you Carrie." She whispered and I smiled and we fell asleep.

"Carrie?"

I was awakened by the sound of my mother's voice. I slowly opened my eyes and saw not only my naked body in my bed, but Farin's as well. I jumped up and ran to the door. 

"Hey mom, I'll be right down."

I shut the door. Farin was still asleep. I locked my door and ran over and started shaking her. "Farin," I tried whispering. "Farin wake up."

She had a smile of contentment plastered on her face. I shook her harder and she slowly opened her eyes. "Hey Carrie. I was just having the most wonderful dream." She smiled.

She apparently noted the concern in my face and stopped smiling so widely, but still held a quite happy look. "Get dressed quick, my mom is home."

Farin giggled. "Okay."

I rolled my eyes. This was not funny. I quickly grabbed my skirt and shirt and tugged them on as Farin tossed around on the bed lazily picking up bits of her own clothes and putting them on.

"Hurry up Farin." I whispered. "We have to go downstairs quick before she suspects something."

Farin pulled her skirt up and zipped the side. She wiggled up to me and hugged me. "You worry too much. Just tell her we were studying." She leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed her back softly but briskly and pushed her back. "Please don't Farin. Come on, I'll introduce you. Just be normal."

"I am normal." Farin smiled at me. "I can't help being in love." She tried to kiss me again and I held her at bay.

"Farin, please!" I yelled at her, though in a whispered tone.

"Fine." She squeezed my ass and sat down to put on her socks and shoes. "You don't have to introduce me as your lover." She made a mock phase of disappointment, and then laughed.

I was a total wreck. I could smell her sex on my face and really throughout the room. No way could I kiss my mom with pussy breath. I told Farin to wait for me while I brushed my teeth. She laughed.

I went in and started to quickly brush when I heard a conversation from downstairs. 'That bitch.' I thought as I hurriedly finished, washed my face and headed down to see what she was up to. 

Farin and my mom were talking, sitting at the dining room table. I got to the steps and heard the last piece of the conversation. Farin said that she would call her mom so she wouldn't worry.

I got to the last step and my mom smiled at me. "Hi honey." She smiled. "Farin was just telling me that you two got tied up studying and so you forgot to make dinner so I ordered a pizza."

I went over to her and gave her a quick kiss and turned to glare at Farin. As my mom divulged the remainder of their conversation, my glare was well based. "I invited her to stay for dinner, she said you two have a lot more homework to do so you can have a bite and then finish up."

I couldn't believe she had invited herself to stay. Farin just smiled innocently at me and excused herself to make a phone call. She went into the bathroom and closed the door and I just knew in my heart she was calling Darla. "You never told me you were friends with Farin." Mom smiled; as I sat down and popped open a can of soda. "How long have you two been friends?"

"Just a few days," I replied, "I've known her a long time, but we just started getting to really know each other since I joined the cheerleading squad."

"You what?" Mom asked rhetorically. "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Just yesterday. They asked Julie and me to join and so we did. It's no big deal really."

"My little girl is a cheerleader." Mom looked so pleased. "Well congratulations. How is Julie anyway? I haven't seen her since Sunday."

"Oh, she's fine. She's great actually." I looked up and Mom wouldn't drop that silly grin. "Mom, it's really not a big deal."

"If you say so Carrie," she smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "How was work?" I was desperate to change the subject.

"Oh, it was just like every other day. Though Judy made some mistake in typing some figures and got into a bit of trouble today. That was rather entertaining." She smiled as she reminisced. Not to go into it, but Judy wasn't well liked by my mom.

Farin came bouncing out into the kitchen with a wide smile on her face. "Hey Carrie, mom says I can spend the night if it's okay."

Nothing could have prepared me for this. My mouth dropped wide open and I just stared at her. She was smiling so innocently and before I could yell 'no', I heard my mom say, "That would be fine Farin. But, do you need to get a change of clothes?"

Good thinking Mom! No way could she spend the night without bringing a change of clothes.

"Oh, actually, I just put these on after practice, so I can wear them tomorrow. I'll come better prepared next time." She giggled, as did my mom. I found nothing at all humorous about this situation.

"Well Farin," I was not at all interested in her spending the night in my bed. "Maybe we should just do it another time. I mean, you don't have any nightclothes or anything."

"Carrie, I think she could borrow one of your nightshirts for the night." Mom broke in. I stared at her incredulously as she basically let Farin invite herself to spend the night. She just rolled her eyes at me and turned to Farin. "Tell your mom that would be fine Farin, you can ride the bus with Carrie tomorrow." I wanted to yell at my mom right then, but I couldn't think of a good reason why I didn't want Farin to stay the night. It wasn't like I could say, 'well Mom, I just licked Farin's cunt and I just don't think it would be appropriate for us to spend the night together in the same bed.' Julie had stayed over pretty regularly, usually at least once a week since Middle School, so I guess she thought the same should apply to Farin.

Farin pulled her hand from the phone and put it to her ear and said, "Yeah Mom, I'm going to spend the night, I'll see you tomorrow."

She didn't hang up right away though. She listened and nodded a few times. Her eyes were locked on mine and I know mine were showing my fury at her for doing this. Her expression changed several times. She looked happy, then ecstatic, then sad, then happy again, but she just said 'yes' and 'okay' as she listened on to what I was certain were instructions from Darla.

"Love you too," she finally said and hung up. Farin practically danced over to sit next to me at the table. "Thank you Mrs. Fitch." She smiled at my mom.

"Oh no problem at all," Mom answered. "You are welcome here anytime."

I rolled my eyes as Farin smiled at me. About that time the doorbell rang and my mom handed me a twenty dollar bill to go get the pizza. "I'll help." Farin smiled and jumped up to go to the door with me.

The hallway to the front door was around the corner from the dining room, so we left together, as if it took two people to carry one stupid pizza. I should have known she was up to something. I opened the front door and a young guy stood there with a pizza. He wasn't completely ugly or gorgeous, just somewhere in between. His brown eyes brightened at the sight of the two of us at the door.

Farin squeezed my hand and giggled. She took the twenty from my hand and intentionally dropped it on the floor behind me. "Oh clumsy me." She giggled. 

The guy looked puzzled at her like she was a total ditz. Farin leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Turn around and spread your feet and bend at the waist to pick it up."

My eyes shot open. I know the guy saw it because he was looking at me like wondering what was up with my apparently goofy friend. I shook my head no, but she sucked my earlobe and whispered, "Do it."

My pussy was instantly throbbing so hard I couldn't stand it. I knew bending over like that with this skirt was going to show this guy my pussy. On the other hand, I didn't want to drag this all out too long and have my mom coming in to see what was taking so long. I winced in humiliation and turned, spread my feet and bent over praying the guy wouldn't think it was an invitation to whip his cock out and fuck me in the hallway.

I didn't look back to see him, but Farin told me later that the guy couldn't take his eyes off me. I bent over and felt the cool air on my exposed pussy as my skirt slid up over the bottom edge of my ass cheeks. Farin knelt down next to me and whispered, "Here, hand it to me and stay there."

I sighed deeply. For some reason, I didn't think Farin would do something like this to me. I thought she was in love with me? What happened to that? Nevertheless, I handed her the twenty and stayed bent over as she stood up and handed it to the delivery guy.

I looked up at him between my legs, flushing bright red with embarrassment, but he never even looked at my face. I could see the bulge pulsing in his pants and felt scared he might try to fuck me.

He handed Farin the pizza and slowly went into his pocket to fish out change. "That is twelve ninety-nine." He mumbled as drool dripped from his bottom lip. He counted out seven dollars in ones for Farin. 

She took them and told him to wait while she figured out how much to tip him. He just kept his eyes locked on my pussy. I shuddered as I felt myself getting wet from this exhibitionism. Farin crouched down and handed me the dollar bills. "Here Carrie, you figure out how much to give him." Then she leaned and whispered. "Stay like that and hand it up so it brushes your pussy."

I whined out loud and quickly separated three bills from the group and reached up behind me through my legs, letting the bills rest lightly against my wet slit.

"God." The boy mumbled and leaned in to take the bills. He finally touched them and thankfully did not try to finger me or something like that, but as I let the bills go, he did press them against my pussy, dragging them up my slit and I gave a slight moan.

"Umm thank you." He nearly whispered in reverence.

"You're welcome." Farin giggled. She stood up and half pushed him from the doorway, closing it behind him.

I stood up and we walked into the kitchen. I had to pause a moment to will my red faced embarrassment away. I let Farin carry the pizza into the dining room as I walked into the powder room to splash some water on my face. I couldn't believe Farin had done that. I couldn't believe I had done that and at least a part of me enjoyed it.

My mom asked for me and I flushed the toilet and told her I was coming. I walked in and grabbed a slice of pizza and started to eat. I couldn't meet Farin's eyes for fear of giving her little teasing game away or wanting to slap her face.

After a half a slice, my mother and Farin had pulled me into their conversation about cheerleading and practice and the party on Friday night and of course, the sweet lovable cheerleader had already gotten my mom's permission for me to go.

About a half hour later, we had eaten our fill of pizza and Farin excused us to return to our studies. I headed up the stairs, Farin close behind me. Once we were up high enough she knew my mom couldn't see us, she reached up under my skirt and slid a finger on my pussy and I yelped and jumped up two steps.

I ran into my room, Farin close behind me. I jumped onto my bed and she closed the door and locked it and stood there grinning at me. I looked back at her and was ready to ask her what the hell was going on, when she leapt across the room and we started wrestling on my bed.

I whispered, "Stop, we are making too much noise." But Farin just kept on wrestling with me trying to push me onto my back.

"God damnit Farin!" I whispered angrily. "Stop it!"

She just giggled at me and kept on until she was straddling my waist and holding my hands down above my head. I looked up at her, hair covering half my face and I blew it to the side and glared at her. "What the fuck Farin?"

She just smiled at me. "I don't know, just wanted to see if I could kick your ass." Then she rolled over next to me laughing. "Guess now you know I can."

"Fuck you." I whispered. "I was trying to be quiet."

She turned to me and I looked back at her, breathing heavy with the exertion, as was she. "Fine, after school tomorrow then." She grinned. "I'll kick your ass behind the school okay?"

This was confusing the hell out of me. One minute she says she loves me and now she wants to fight me? I suppose the confusion showed in my face, because she laughed. "It isn't that Carrie. I just want to know if I can. I wouldn't hurt you. I couldn't hurt you." Her face softened then and she leaned in, closing her eyes to kiss me.

I was still pissed at her for a number of things. I let her kiss me, but refused to put any effort whatsoever into the kiss. She started squeezing my breasts and sucking on my lip. "Jeez Carrie, I'm just teasing you. Stop being so uptight. Kiss me back."

I didn't, still resisting even though her lips were so inviting and I really did want to, I was holding onto my anger with her at the moment and she could kiss me all she wanted, I was not going to reciprocate. "Fine Carrie, want to be a bitch about it? I have been really nice to you because I really do like you. I could be a total cunt like Rebecca is and will keep on being, but I haven't been that way have I?"

I looked at her and pouted. "Why are you fucking with my head like this? One minute you are nice to me and then you are forcing yourself on me." I wanted to scream at her, but I didn't want my mom to overhear. "If you want to be like your sister, then go ahead, but don't expect me to be all loving about it. I hate that bitch and if you want to act like her, I'll hate you too. I thought you wanted something different, if I'm wrong just let me know now and stop fucking with my head. I just can't take this shit anymore."

I felt like breaking down, but it wasn't the time. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling and fought my tears, forcing them to stay put inside my eyes. There was a painful silence for a few minutes before she softly touched my cheek and pulled it to look at her.

She wasn't smiling and laughing anymore. I couldn't have handled that. "Hey. Carrie, I am not like my sister, but... you know that was her on the phone right?"

I nodded.

"Well, you also know she is watching and probably listening too right?"

I had actually let myself forget about that, but Farin's reminder brought a gasp to my lips. That meant Darla had seen me making love to Farin. I felt a bit sick all of a sudden.

Farin whispered to me. "Carrie, I do love you. But, Darla has already threatened to pull me out of this several times. Maybe I should, just get away at least until these forty-nine days are over. Believe me; the thought has crossed my mind more than once. I just figured, if I can get her to use me most of the time, I could save you a lot of pain, even though I know there are things I will have to do to appease my bitch of a sister."

"The pizza guy... well that was my idea, I thought it would be funny. Spending the night, while I'm ecstatic to be doing it, wasn't my idea, it was Darla's. I would love to be tender with you all the time, but if I am, I'm out of the picture. You know what Darla and her biker gang dykes are like. You don't cross them. They can be cruel as hell. If I didn't think my sticking around was going to help you, I'd leave right now. I think you feel the same way about me though you haven't said anything."

"Darla thinks you are just playing with my emotions to make your life easier, but I don't think you are like that. Maybe you'll prove me wrong, I don't know. This isn't easy for me either you know. My sister and her stupid friends have always ragged on me about being a lesbian. And Darla ..." She trailed off.

I looked at her eyes clinch as I waited for her to finish. I felt foolish. "Sorry," I whispered.

Farin opened her eyes and smiled insincerely. "Just try to make it through the next forty-nine days and if you don't dump me right afterwards, maybe we can start over." A tear started to form at her eye and I didn't want another crying session because I knew I would start crying too.

I attacked her hungrily. I kissed her hard and full on the lips and she instantly returned the aggression and passion. Our hands went to each others bodies. We quickly undressed each other, our mouths in constant contact; our tongues imbedded in each others mouths. The only time our mouths disconnected was when we pulled each others shirts over our heads.

Shirts and skirts, her bra and panties flew throughout the room in a flurry of ravenous undressing. When we were finally naked, our hands explored each other's bodies wildly. Up and down each other, mostly fronts, but sometimes caressing and squeezing one another on the ass. Our eyes were closed for the most part, as opening them wouldn't have done much good. Our lips were so tightly connected; at times I feared we would hurt one another.

"Carrie." Farin stopped kissing me a moment and spoke in a panting voice.

"What?" I huskily replied, my hands squeezing her gorgeous breasts as her fingers stroked mine and tugged gently on my nipples.

"You have to tell me before you cum okay?"

As turned on as I was, I didn't feel like I would be climaxing anytime soon. I just clasped my mouth over hers and kissed her again. She took her hands off my breasts and grabbed my face. "Seriously, you have to tell me okay?"

"Fine, I'll tell you." And I reached for her again, pulling her head to mine. 

That said she started kissing her way down over my throat. She wasn't nearly as slow and sensual as I had been earlier, but this was different in many ways. There was a passion and a need in both of us that hadn't been there earlier. She worked her way down my body, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and grasping my breasts in her hands just jumped down to my pussy.

I groaned, but tried to keep as quiet as possible. Her mouth was on my sex and it felt fabulous. She was sucking at my lips, pulling them into her mouth. Her tongue danced feverishly up and down my slit. She slammed her face in with a hunger and devoured my pussy.

I had my hands on her hair and I was panting and writhing in seconds. "Oh god Farin," I whispered between pants. "I'm going to cum."

She gave me one deeper kiss to my clit and jumped away. I looked up at her in shock, my body shivering in need. My hips actually rose up off the bed to meet the last lick that would send me into heaven. I was panting and sweating. Three days of denied orgasm had me in such a need I began to slide my hands down to finish myself off right there in front of Farin.

She leapt forward, seeing my hands move there and grabbed my wrists and struggled with me. "Carrie, you can't! Please! I'll be in worlds of trouble."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing Farin? No! Let me go damn you."

But no matter how much I pleaded, she would not release my hands. Before too long the harshness of the need had relented and I stopped fighting with her, though I cried out in frustration. 

"Why Farin? Why didn't you let me cum?" I asked incredulously.

She let her face droop into a deep frown. "This isn't going to be easy." She breathed deeply. "I'm supposed to do it four more times tonight."

"Do what?" I asked. "What are you talking about?" 

We were both still out of breath. "Bring you to the point of orgasm and stop." She answered. "Darla's instructions of course."

"Wh-What?!" I asked. I couldn't believe this. I had been so close.

"Well, why did you think I asked you to tell me when? I thought you understood." Farin replied.




Darla's Games Day 04



"Hell no, I thought you just wanted to know. Like when you give a guy a blow job. I thought you just wanted to pull away your mouth when I came."

She laughed, though not cruelly. "Carrie, God you are cute. Hell no, I would love to taste your cum baby. You just..." She sighed deeply looking at me with such pity. "You just aren't allowed to cum sweetie."

"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration. "This sucks, it's so unfair." I turned away from her pouting. 

She snuggled up behind me and spooned me, softly caressing my sweat glistening skin. "Carrie... I'm so sorry baby, I thought you knew." She kissed my back softly.

"I can't do it Farin." I whispered weakly. "I can't do that four more times. I will lose my mind. Please don't do that anymore tonight if we can't finish it."

She kissed my back all over. "Oh Carrie." She sighed. "I wish I could give you that orgasm. I truly do, probably almost as much as you want to have it. If I let you cum, I will not be allowed to see you again until after the bet."

I shook with sadness and desire. I wasn't crying, though I felt the need to do so. I just shivered all over with the realization of how much this stupid bet was costing me. I turned to Farin and she half heartedly smiled at me. "Why me Farin?" I asked her.

"None of them know me at all. I never did anything to any of them. So, why me? Why did they single me out for this? Why do they want to punish me? Did I do something to someone they know? A relative or friend? What did I do to deserve this?"

I searched her eyes as I was unsure if she even knew why it was me. Apparently, she did, as she let a tear fall, I knew she did.

"I..." She stammered and trailed off. "It's my fault Carrie. I..." She trailed off as a second tear dripped across her cheek.

"Okay, you deserve to know. One day my sister asked me who was the most independent and self assured person in our school and I instantly thought of you." She paused a moment to read my face. I was hurt and I am sure it showed.

"Carrie, I didn't know she was going to bet you. Please believe me. I had no idea that she asked for some kind of a ... I don't even know what this is. She just asked me and I told her. It's true, I mean, I think most people at school would say the same thing. You are a kind of an icon. Or maybe it's just to me."

"I've been crushing on you for years Carrie. I would never have told her if I thought for a second she would do anything to hurt you. I hope you believe me and I pray that when this is all over, you can forgive me."

I stared at her, understanding now at least a little bit. I was that worthless to them. It hadn't been about me at all. It had been about Jill's abilities to take someone strong and independent and turn them into a subservient nobody for two months. It was a sick experiment and I was the subject.

Farin trembled as she cried and closed her eyes. "Hey..." I whispered. "I understand Farin, it isn't your fault, and I don't blame you at all."

She smiled and brushed away her tears. "Thank you Carrie." Farin whispered back. "You are my miracle, baby." She leaned in and started softly kissing my breasts.

I let her. There was no point in fighting it anymore. I had already decided what was going to happen. She was going to drive me insane tonight and I was going to invite her to do it. I rolled onto my back and let her feast on my body. She did so, quite hungrily. She wasn't quite as rushed and passionately frenzied as before. Still, she wasn't slow and delicate either, just somewhere in between.

In about fifteen minutes of her bathing me with her tongue, I was panting so hard, I thought my heart would explode. I grabbed her head and pulled her away just before I came on her face. She actually pushed back towards me and I had to roll to my side to keep her from finishing me off.

"Please Farin, I don't have that much control honey." I begged her as she pursued my wet slit.

She stopped and pushed to lie up next to me and got her face far from my pussy. We kissed for awhile and held hands and talked. We talked a little about the party on Friday and I talked to her a little about Julie and how I wanted her to make sure that even if after all this was over I was kicked out or left cheerleading, Julie would stay in and she was happy that I wanted that for my best friend.

"Farin?" I had a question burning inside me. 

"Yes Carrie?" She smiled.

"When I was using my mouth on you earlier, did I do it right?" Okay, it sounds like a dumb question given the way she came, but I wasn't sure if she just came like that all the time. I was sexually naïve at the time.

She looked me in the eyes and smiled so lovingly it warmed me. "Carrie, oh baby, you gave me the most amazing orgasm I have ever had in my entire life. And I have had a lot of them believe me."

I smiled. She giggled at me. "You are such a shit. You had to know that was incredible for me. You were beyond perfect Carrie. You absolutely amazed me beyond anything I have ever experienced before. I have had girls with lots of experience go down on me and you blew every one of them away ten times over." She stroked my cheek lovingly.

"Want me to do you again Farin?" I asked after about fifteen minutes of non-sexual activity.

'Do you' sounded so vulgar, but I didn't know what to call it at that time. The meaning conveyed easily enough and she smiled and said she would love me to after she went down on me once more. So, I lay back and spread my legs and within ten minutes I was begging her to stop so I wouldn't cum on her face.

When she finally relented and pulled away from my sopping wet cunt, I was shaking so hard with need she was worried for me. I was panting and moaning and I had to grip my bedspread to keep from sliding my fingers up my hole and finishing myself off. I humped the air about ten times and slammed my ass down in frustration, sighing loudly.

In a few minutes of my chest heaving for air, I calmed down enough to pull her up next to me and return the favor. I didn't kiss her softly like last time. I just went down on her straight away. Her pussy was soaking and within about ten minutes of tongue bathing her slit and clit, she was biting my pillow to keep from screaming in a thrashing orgasm.

I softly licked her until she calmed down. I was really getting addicted to the taste of her. She finally did and she suggested we take a break before starting on my last two near orgasms. We actually studied to remove the edge, mostly for my benefit because at the moment, I think the tip of her tongue touching my clit would have sent me in spasms.

Around eight o'clock, the phone rang and my mom called up to me that Julie was on the phone. I smiled and gave Farin a peck on the lips and told her I'd be right back. I pulled a brief nightshirt over my head and headed out the door, leaving Farin naked under the sheets.

I picked the phone up from the counter where my mom had left it. "Hey Jules."

"Hey Carrie. How are you feeling?" She was calling to check up after the day of numbness.

"Oh, I'm good thanks. I just had a lot on my mind this morning and it is pretty much worked out now. Did you get your homework done?"

"Pretty much." Julie answered. "Just haven't figured out that assignment for Miss Galler yet. 

"Yeah, me either." I agreed. 

"Don't forget we have detention tomorrow." Julie reminded me.

"Yeah, I know. I am so upset. We will be late for working out." I laughed.

She laughed with me. "Well, according to Rebecca, you need it a lot more than I do."

"You common bitch." I answered back. "We can't all have your skinny little ass."

"Yeah, you big fat pig." She laughed back.

"Whore." I retorted.

"Slut." She called back.

My eyes popped open and I gasped into the phone. Farin had deftly stuck a finger inside me and I never even heard her sneak down the stairs.

"What?" Julie apparently heard the gasp.

"Nothing." I answered and bit my lip to stop from moaning as Farin slid her finger in and out of me in a fucking motion. I turned to face her and she giggled.

"Who is that?" Julie asked.

"Oh, it's Farin." I answered. The thought crossed my mind to say with her finger up my cunt, but I thought better of it.

"Farin?!" Julie said incredulously. "What is she doing there?"

'Fingering me' I thought. "She is crashing tonight." I grasped the mouthpiece and tried to slap her hand away from me. Farin just giggled and kept fingering me.

"Okay..." Julie said, obviously miffed that she wasn't invited. "And why is she crashing at your house?"

"She came over to work on some math stu-uff." I groaned mid-word as she thumbed my clit. I tried to back away, but she had me against the wall and wouldn't let up. "My mom kind of invited her when it got late."

I closed my hand over the receiver. "Damn it Farin, stop! Please!"

She grinned and let me go. She slid her pussy probing finger into her mouth and sucked loudly. "MMMMM"

"Oh, well maybe next time you can invite me too bitch."

She was mad, but she was blowing it off. "Fine whore," I laughed.

Julie laughed too. "Well, tell her I said hi and I'll see you two tomorrow. Hey! Can I come over for breakfast?"

I rolled my eyes. She just didn't want to be left out. "Sure, come over around 7." I turned to Farin who reached in and pinched one of my nipples. "Julie says hi." I stuck my tongue at her and pulled away.

"Hi Julie!" Farin said loud enough for her to hear. 

"She is coming over for breakfast tomorrow." I told Farin.

"Cool." She smiled. She pointed at the carpet and then at her mouth, moving her jaws up and down like she was chewing. I looked puzzled for a moment; then let out a squeak as I got her charade for carpet munching.

"K, see ya tomorrow then." Julie said.

"Goodnight Jules." 

"Night Carrie." She answered and hung up.

Farin giggled all the way up the stairs. My mom was in the living room watching television. I went over to her and kissed her cheek. "Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight Carrie." She smiled. "You girls okay? Need any extra blankets or anything?"

"Naah, we're fine." I almost laughed at the thought of needing extra blankets as hot as it was in my bedroom.

I bounced up the stairs and found Farin lying stark naked and spread out on the bed. She crooked her finger at me and bade me come to bed. I closed and locked the door and pulling off my nightshirt, I joined her.

"Okay Carrie, ready for number four?" She smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "What happens if we don't?" I asked. Farin looked puzzled. "If we stop at three and go to bed. I know you are in trouble if I cum, what if we just decided the only way I wasn't going to cum would be if I didn't come close?"

"I can call and ask if you want." Farin replied and went for her phone.

"Ummm. Nevermind." I replied. I didn't think Darla would understand.

"It's a fair question Carrie. I don't mind." She smiled and went for her phone anyway.

She dialed and I could hear the faint voice on the other end.

"Hey Darla, can we stop at three? Carrie is really on edge and we are afraid she won't be able to stop if we get going again." Farin asked.

I was thinking, 'Good, it sounds reasonable enough of a request.'

"Come on Darla, that isn't right."

That didn't sound good.

"No, you don't have to put Jill on."

I only was hearing half the conversation, but it didn't sound good at all so far.

"You are a real fucking bitch you know that?" Farin cursed at her, which was pretty bad.

"Yeah fuck you too. I haven't seen you coming home with a boy in the last, hmmm, like five years."

Great, now they were fighting. "Oh lick an ass you bitch." Farin hung up.

She looked at me and pity filled her face. "I'm sorry Carrie. I'm so sorry. You said not to call and I should have listened to you."

"What?" I asked, truly concerned.

"She said don't ever question her again and ..." She started shaking.

"What is it Farin?" I was panicked.

"She said the ... oh God Carrie." She started crying and I instinctively went to hold her, but she pushed me away.

"You have to do it five more times now and all within the next hour." Farin blurted it out.

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped as what she said sunk in. "No." I whispered.

"No. Oh God no Farin, I can't. I'll die." I mumbled shaking my head.

"Carrie." Farin grabbed my face and made me look at her. "You can do this. You can I promise."

I kept shaking my head no and didn't respond.

"Baby the clock is ticking. Please lay down and spread out, I want to give you as much of a break as I can between ..." Farin trailed off.

I just sat there shaking my head no, eyes unfocused. I barely registered her pushing me back onto the bed. When her hands touched my thighs, I jolted and she closed her mouth on my pussy. Being in a shock-like state didn't help. It took Farin's best efforts for a full five minutes just to get me juicing up a bit. It took another five to get me panting and all together it was twelve minutes before I begged her to stop so I wouldn't cum.

"Oh Carrie. I'm sorry, that took so long. You have to get into it or we'll never make it." Farin begged me.

I focused on her for a moment. "What happens if we don't make five in the hour?" I asked.

"Then we have to add one every hour until you make it Carrie. Don't question it anymore okay? Just try to stay focused on me baby. Me, Farin, eating your sweet, delicious cunt. You see me Carrie?"

I nodded.

"Damn it Carrie, we aren't going to make it if you don't get on page with me love." Farin was begging. She slapped my face kind of hard. "Carrie!" She said kind of loud. My mom was downstairs... duh.

I focused on her as I touched my cheek softly where she had slapped me. "Okay Farin, okay ... go."

I lay back and watched her this time. She smiled at me and started lapping my sopping quim. I squirmed and grabbed my nipples while she squeezed my thighs. In about eight minutes I was thrashing and I pushed her away, using all my resolve.

"Farin, you have to stop when I push your head." I gasped for air. "I almost couldn't stop that time. How much time do we have?"

"I don't know, like a little over a half hour." Farin replied. "Ready?"

"Wait!" I stopped her. "Slap my face hard again."

"What?" Farin asked.

"Do it or I think I'll cum as soon as you touch me." I replied.

"Okay." Farin said, not so sure of herself. She slapped me. It was pitiful compared to the first time, but it knocked the edge off a little.

She went straight down again. I started shaking and panting almost right away. "Oh God Farin, please let me cum this time. For the love of...oh God!"

She yanked away and I hammered my pussy up at the air where her face had been. I was so close. I gripped my bedclothes so tightly I thought my nails would rip clean through them.

"How many was that Farin?" I panted. I had completely lost track in my lust.

"Three baby, just two more." She answered. "Umm, lean up Carrie."

I leaned on my elbows. They were shaking with the rest of me. *Slap* She slapped her open hand across my face hard enough to make me turn to the side and I was ready to attack her when I realized I had asked her to do it.

"Thanks Farin. Go ahead." I panted and I lay back down.

Farin went right for the clit this time and started feverishly licking and sucking on it. My hips bucked up at her face. "Oh fuck yes." I whispered. I groaned and grunted and finally grabbed my pillow and bit it. "Stop stop stop stop." I panted and she jumped away.

"Fuck Carrie only six minutes left. Sit up Bitch." She called to me. I sat up as best I could. My body was shaking all over. *SLAP* She hit me at least as hard as last time and immediately went down. 

I cried out almost at the first touch I was so keyed up. "Oh God damn mother fucker let me cum." I groaned. "Please Farin please please please please."

I was completely incoherent. "I am ... yes... oh yes!"

"No!" Farin leapt away and as if she could read my mind, straddled my chest and grabbed my wrists to keep my hands from finishing me off.

I struggled and fought as hard as I could. I was panting and thrusting my sopping wet pussy at the open air. I looked at her in desperation. I begged and pleaded and tried to wiggle her body off me. She held me tight.

Finally, the pulsing of my clit subsided and she let me go and pulled me into a hug. I trembled and fell into her embrace and let myself weep. I was a disaster of raw nerves. I need to cum so bad. 

It took an eternity, but I finally fell asleep with Farin holding me in her arms spooning me. 



Darla's Games Day 05



Day 5 Wednesday

The alarm rang and my head throbbed. I was dreaming of orgasms, sweet, delectable orgasms. Too bad I hadn't had one in my sleep.

I pushed away from Farin who still had her arms wrapped around me. I turned to face her. She was still sleeping so soundly. I hated to wake her, but I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. I could smell my pussy on her face. It was arousing and kind of gross at the same time. 

Farin's brown eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw me and gave me a hug. We kissed softly and I told her we should get up and get ready for school. She looked over at the clock and mumbled something about it being too early.

I laughed. "Yeah, well if you had to give yourself five near orgasms, an enema, put rubber bands on your nipples and write your sister's name in your ass crack, you'd think it was late."

She laughed and groaned. "God my jaw is sore."

"Gee I wonder why?" I giggled.

"Yeah well if some people didn't take so long to cum..." She laughed. "I'll help you with your getting ready stuff." She offered.

I thought about it. "Yeah, okay." I spread my legs and started fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I was so needy from last night I was ramming towards a climax in no time and I had to rip my hand away. "One," I panted.

"Poor baby." Farin pouted at me. "I hope Darla let's me share your orgasm. I think I earned it."

"Huh?" I looked excited. Was I going to get to cum soon?

Farin laughed. "I don't know when. I'm sure she will let you eventually though. You slut."

I spread my legs and started on number two for the morning. In about four minutes I was whining and slamming my pussy, trying to beat it to an accidental orgasm that would be permissible. Just when I thought I was going to take the consequences, Farin grabbed my wrist and pushed it away.

I collapsed backwards, panting and writhing with desire. "Thanks." I whispered. "I really needed the help; I don't think I was stopping."

Farin sat on the bed watching me for awhile. I felt her staring and I finally opened my eyes to verify what I knew. "Let's take a shower." I smiled at her. It was good that she was kind of on my side and now I had someone I could share my guilty secret with and the pain that it caused me.

We showered together. Farin helped me with my enema. We washed all the girl cum and sweat off our bodies from last night. Farin fingered me to a third near orgasm and while I would have preferred to get the last two out of the way with her help, we decided I needed a little break between. Wrapped in our towels, we headed for the bedroom.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:30. That left half an hour before Julie came over for breakfast. I fell onto the bed and started up again. Farin watched intently as my fingers flew in and out. I think she was getting my signs. She knew when I was close. As I started turning the bend to heaven, she grabbed my wrist again and helped me clean my fingers in her mouth.

"Damn, guess I have to wear the same clothes." Farin stated.

"You can help yourself to some of mine if you want." I laughed.

"Yeah, umm, no thanks sluts r us." She laughed back.

I got up and grabbed my marker to write DARLA down my ass crack. Then I pulled the nipple bands on. It was painful, especially since they would be on all day. I lie down to get my fifth near orgasm out of the way when the phone buzzed.

Farin picked it up while I hammered away at my pussy and clit.

"Hey, it's me; Carrie is getting number five out of the way." I heard Farin say.

"I don't care." She added a minute later. "Julie is coming over to join us for breakfast in a few minutes."

She listened for a long time.

"You really are an evil cunt Darla." She finished and hung up.

"Oh God." I started getting close. I thrashed and shook on the bed and Farin dove for my hand.

My whole body spasmed, as if I were having convulsions. My eyes looked dead up to the ceiling, focused on nothing.

"You poor baby." Farin sighed and kissed my cheek. "Hurry, Julie will be here soon. We have to get you dressed.

I looked up from my fifth near orgasm and saw that Farin was dressed. I slumped towards the closet, but Farin had already picked me out some clothes and was pulling a tight ribbed shirt over my head. I obliged her and sighed when she had me step into a stretch skirt that came only two inches below my ass. I moaned, thinking how it used to come two inches from my knee.

We were packing up our books when I remembered the phone. "What did Darla want?" I asked.

Farin turned away from me. "Nothing."

"Come on Farin." I laughed. "What is it?"

She turned to me with a forced smile. "I can't tell you Baby."

I frowned. 

"Oh God I hate this Carrie." She fell on her knees and held my hands and looked up at me. "I swear I will make it all up to you one day if you'll let me." She squeezed my hands and I just roughly tugged to help her to her feet.

I pouted as we went downstairs. My mom was up and having some coffee.

"Cool coffee!" Farin exclaimed.

I giggled as she practically leapt to the pot.

My mom laughed. "Good morning Farin. How did you sleep?"

"Like a log." She answered.

I yanked open the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice and butter and tossed them onto the counter. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked Farin.

"Whatever you are having." She smiled at me.

"Toasted bread without butter it is then." I smirked and went to the pantry for bread.

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Farin said. "It's probably Julie." She ran off down the hall and I heard the door open and then shut.

"Oh Julie is coming over?" My mom asked.

"Yeah, for breakfast and the three of us are going to the bus together." I answered.

I started wondering what was taking so long as I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and went for glasses for the orange juice. I poured out three glasses and then the toast popped and Farin and Julie still hadn't come in. I had heard the door shut almost as soon as Farin had opened it.

I put in two more pieces of bread and went to check on Farin. I looked around the corner and she wasn't there. I saw shadows out the glass on the sides of the front door.

I walked down to find out what was going on and opened the door. Farin turned and looked surprised to see me for a second. Then she smiled. Julie looked concerned about something. Then she smiled a fake smile too.

"Who died?" I asked jokingly. "Come on I got toast burning."

We all went inside and neither of them made any indication that I was ever going to know what they were talking about outside. I'm sure with my mom there, it had to wait. So, soon enough that was forgotten and we were talking about the workout this afternoon and Farin laughed at how sore Julie and I were going to be. We ate some toast and drank coffee and juice until my mom left. 

It was close enough to time to go. I brought up what they were talking about outside and both said 'nothing' at the same time. I was starting to get pissed over this little conspiracy.

I pushed, though I knew in my heart it was something to do with me.

"The bus will be here soon, let's go." Farin said as if to put finality on the subject.

We gathered our bags and put the dishes in the sink. I muttered to myself. Julie was quiet when I had pushed, like she wanted to say something, but couldn't or wouldn't in front of Farin.

Farin controlled the subject matter as we walked to the bus stop. "Chad is so cute Julie. I'm really glad for you."

Julie smiled. I had just thought of something. "Who are you going with Farin?" I asked.

She turned and smiled at me. "I'm going solo. I guess I'll just take whoever isn't picked over." She laughed.

"You got to get a date. We can triple." Julie smiled.

"Ugh." I grunted. "I agreed to double with Rebecca."

"Well maybe quadruple then?" Julie asked.

"That would be nice." I smiled. "I might just have to meet you there. It's Brad's cousin from out of town, so not sure what we are doing from the game to the party." "Oh." Julie said. I could tell she was put out that I wouldn't be teaming up with her.

We got on the bus and Farin sat behind Julie and me and leaned up so we could all three talk together. She never gave any indication that made me suspect she was hinting to Julie that I had eaten her pussy twice last night. Still, the prospect made me very nervous.

"I can't wait until school is over." Farin laughed. "You two are going to be so sore."

We pulled up at the school about then and there was Rebecca waiting for us to get off the bus. "Good morning Rebecca." Farin waved at her and finally left our side for a moment while she rushed off to talk to her.

I figured Farin knew I had done everything that morning, so I just walked to home room with Julie. It would have felt almost normal except for the fact that my pussy wouldn't stop leaking, my nipples stuck out like bullets poking through the ribbed shirt and I had to be careful with every step to be sure my skirt stayed in place.

Neither farin nor Rebecca said anything, so I continued on with Julie. I kind of wished she would make up her mind what to wear Friday night and stop asking me all the time. She asked about the sleepover with Farin. I felt myself blush, but thought I handled it pretty well.

"Hey." Julie interrupted my boring discussion of math that was way beneath her anyway. "Why don't we all sleep at my house Friday night after the party. I doubt mom will mind."

I looked puzzled a moment. Who were 'we all'? I wondered. 

She read my expression correctly and answered. "Me, you and Farin."

Thank God she left Rebecca out of the invitations. "I guess. Although, how are we getting back to your house from the party?"

"I don't know." Julie shrugged. "I'm sure my mom could pick us up or something."

I shrugged. Honestly, I would have much rather she had just invited me over. I think she was trying to make sure that she wasn't excluded in my relationship with Farin. I might have done the same thing.

Being early, as we were, Julie and I settled into the classroom and chatted with our crew, who had been feeling dissed all week. I couldn't really blame them. We were so involved with the cheerleaders now. I so wanted to gag.

My phone buzzed while we were talking about Sara's trip to the mall last night. I picked it up to my ear, not even remembering for a moment that the only one who would call me on this phone was Darla. "Hello?"

"Good morning slut. Awesome performance last night." It was Darla and the momentary normalcy of my morning was stripped away that fast. "I have a few things for you today slut."

What the hell was this slut stuff all of a sudden? I am certainly not a slut.

"I know you did your five already. It's rather disappointing really, but I'm going to leave that for now. However, since the girls and I so enjoyed your time with my lesbo sister, you will have her for a sleep over at least one weeknight a week from now on."

That, though invasive, wasn't really so bad, I thought. Then I remembered that I am not allowed to cum. I'm not even sure how I could ever forget with my nipples beaming constantly.

"I don't want you in trouble, so I am going to try to keep everything out of the classroom from now on. Rebecca is having a fit about it, just so you know. She really does despise you." She laughed. "Besides, I don't want your grades to fall. That is important, I don't want you blowing off homework or studying for my games. Not that it will give you an excuse, just that you need to fit it all in."

I just listened and smiled at my friends while they kept mouthing 'who is on the phone?' and making faces at me to make me laugh.

"Now, I have a pretty good idea of your schedule. You have second, fourth and sixth periods with Farin right?" Darla asked.

"Yes." I concurred.

"That works out very well. Meet her in the bathroom closest to each class before and after. Run there, get in the last stall, lift your skirt and shirt over your hips and breasts and close your eyes and leave the door open and wait. Keep your eyes closed until she leaves. No matter what happens, no matter who she brings with her, you will keep your body exposed and your eyes closed and do as she says. You understand?"

I gulped. "I don't think that can happen." I mumbled.

"It damn well better happen. I have been very nice to you up to now and that is going to change. You haven't begun to see my bitchy side yet, but you will soon. You know I can make you do things by physical force if need be. If you disobey, I will just let Rebecca recruit two or three more of her friends to get in on our little games. She won't bring anyone in there who will take your precious cherry or will tell a soul about you, so you just do as you are told."

I whimpered into the phone. Darla heard it. "Good, I can tell you understand me now. No lunch today, you lost that with your hesitation, you will be in the stall as I described for the entire lunch period, so make your excuses beforehand if you must. Question me again and there will be more consequences."

"Rebecca has something special planned for you after your detention. You do what she tells you to do; I already cleared it with her. I swear that girl is evil, I have had to turn down about twenty things she wanted to do to you so far. That girl has been writing a book of things she wants to do to you." She laughed.

I moaned. 

"Shouldn't you say something?" Darla asked.

"Thank You?" I returned. She really wanted me to thank her? For what? For messing up my life?

"Yes you ungrateful little cunt. You want more?" She was mean.

"Thank you." I said it this time, though begrudgingly.

"That wasn't very convincing slut. Since you don't appreciate my looking out for you, I am giving her one more thing of her choice from her list to do to you. How do you like that? Want to go for a third?" She kept her voice calm this time.

"Thank you very much." I pleaded with her.

"Much better whore. I will pick you up after cheerleader workouts. I'll give you and Julie a ride home."

"Thanks." I said.

"You're welcome bitch. See you later." Darla snarled.

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and clinched my eyes shut tightly. I didn't even want to think about what Rebecca had planned. God, I hate that bitch. The bell rang and Miss Galler commanded our attention to the front with a clearing of her voice.

"Who was that?" Julie asked in a whisper.

"Darla." I groaned.

"Oh." Julie replied. "It looked like she upset you."

"Yeah." I whispered. "She's a pain in the ass."

Julie giggled.

"Girls, would you like another day?" Miss Galler called to us. The whole class laughed.

"No thanks Miss Galler." Julie smiled back at her.

She made a zipping action on her lip, not that we needed explanation.

Class went on as usual. It was refreshing. I wasn't being humiliated and I wasn't numb. I was horny as all hell, but I found the class very distracting and stimulating in its own way. We found out more details about the composition assignment and I started scribbling some ideas on my notebook.

I couldn't help but throw in some pictures. I love to draw. I was in the midst of a lifelike drawing of a cheerleader in uniform when I felt a hard nudge in my side from Julie and heard my name. "Miss Fitch!" It was Miss Galler.

"Yes Maam?" I asked, looking up.

She sighed. "Did you come up with a topic for your composition?"

"Oh, I was just jotting down some ideas." I said, I scowled over to Julie for not warning me earlier and she just giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well? Would you like to enlighten me as to the concepts that you have compiled?" She asked.

I flushed a little with embarrassment as every eye seemed on me. "Well, I thought about writing something like 'My weeks as a cheerleader'." Sara, Gina, Cat and Jen laughed. Julie snickered and I giggled lightly.

"Yes, well I am not sure that will make a good story, but let me see it when you get started." She smiled.

Okay, that was probably an unnecessary side trek, but it portrays the normalcy of the first class that day. When the bell rang, I shook with apprehension and slowly rose from my desk, bade Julie and the girls goodbye and headed to the bathroom.

I trudged. I don't think I had ever trudged before in my life, but it seemed the appropriate method of travel. Arriving at the nearest bathroom to the second period math class, I entered the last stall, exhaled deeply. I lifted my shirt over my breasts, my skirt over my hips and clinched my eyes shut and waited.

I didn't wait long before I heard footsteps clicking into the room. They didn't speak, but I could tell by the clicking of heels, there was more than one person. I held my breath, not daring to make a sound. What if it wasn't Farin and someone just saw me standing here like this? How humiliating that would be. How would I explain it?

The door opened, I heard it and felt the breeze from it opening. I listened intently and heard a gasp. Then I heard a whisper. "I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it." I heard giggling and then the bodies, two, I thought, entered the stall and close the door and lock the latch.

The whispering girl laughed louder. "Oh God, she has rubber bands on her nipples."

"Yeah, she likes people to see them poking through her shirt. She's such a slut." That was Rebecca's voice. Where the hell was Farin?

"What will she do?" The voice was whispered and I couldn't recognize it. I wasn't sure though, whispers are easy to disguise. 

"What do you want her to do?" Rebecca answered. "Tell her, she'll do it."

Giggling. I panted in fear and humiliation. I kept my eyes clinched tight. I felt it better not to know who I was about to do whatever it was I was about to do for.

"Kneel down." The hushed voice commanded.

Whimpering, I placed my hand against the wall and lowered myself to my knees.

The girl giggled again and it burned my ears. My face felt so red. I trembled as I knelt there for the unknown.

"Lick the floor." She laughed.

I hesitated. That was just disgusting. I was rewarded with a hard slap on the back of my head. "Do it bitch." It was Rebecca.

I let a tear slip down over my cheek and I swore I heard it sizzle from my flushed face. Trembling, I leaned down, on all fours with my hands and with a disgusted grimace on my face extended my tongue and touched it to the floor.

"Oh my God." The voice twittered. "That is awesome. We better go get to class. We'll be late."

"Not really, there are two minutes left before the bell." Rebecca chimed in. "Watch this." Rebecca sneered.

I felt her straddle me and lower herself onto my back. "Don't you dare let me fall bitch." It was Rebecca, not that I didn't figure that out anyway.

"Giddy-up horsy." She laughed and let her weight fall on my back. Tears free flowed down my cheeks through my clinched eyes as I took a step forward with her riding me. I couldn't really go far, it was a handicap stall, but not that big. I felt the toilet against my forearm and moved around it, trying to frame in my mind how much space I had.

WHACK! Rebecca slapped my bare ass with her hand. "Faster horsy or I am going to take you out into the bathroom for a spin."

I started struggling to walk around in a circle. She was so heavy on my back. I crawled on hands and knees while she rode me, her right hand gripping me by my hair. When I had circled once, she slapped my ass again and I circled a second time.

The other girl was laughing and giggling the whole time. "Want a ride?" Rebecca asked her.

"No thanks." The girl answered in laughter. "Maybe another time."

Rebecca got up and slapped my ass. "Good pony. Now lay flat on the floor"

I wept and lay down on the floor, the cold tile burning at my nipples. I could feel the toilet against my side.




Darla's Games Day 05



"See you in class." Rebecca said. For a moment I thought she was talking to me. "Remember, not a word to anyone."

"Okay, what a secret to keep." The girl laughed. "See you at lunch pony." She giggled.

The door unlatched and opened and closed and latched again. I heard the footsteps leaving down the bathroom and then leave the bathroom.

"Alone at last." Rebecca laughed. "I gotta pee. Just stay there and no peeking you little lez."

I grunted as she stood on my back. I heard her rustling her clothes and then the weight left as she sat on the toilet and kept her feet on my back. She began peeing, I heard the splash.

"Carrie, this is so good. I hope you keep hesitating for Darla. I have so many nasty things to do to you. Not so high and mighty anymore are you?" Rebecca taunted me.

I just shivered and sobbed quietly. I wouldn't give her the sick pleasure of a response.

"I bet you like it you sick little bitch. Darla told me how you went down on Farin last night. I always knew she was bisexual, but you." She laughed. "I always thought you were just a prim little virgin waiting for Prince Charming; imagine my surprise to find it was Princess Charming."

She finished releasing, as evidenced by the halt of the splashing sound. She moved her feet off me and I figured she was going to let me go now. I was wrong.

"Damn. I hate this rough toilet paper they put in here." She moaned in an over exaggerated discomfort. "I know. Let's try your talented little lezzy tongue."

I shook my head no. "Yes, I think so Carrie. That is off my list. Want me to call Darla? I'd love to get another item off my wish list today."

I moaned out loud in frustration and repulsion. I felt my way to my knees and then repositioned myself to face the toilet. I leaned in shaking and sobbing. 

"Hurry up bitch, the bell will ring soon." Rebecca grabbed my hair and pulled my face hard into her pussy. I felt so revolted I nearly heaved up. My face was rubbed against her pussy and it was wet with her piss. 

Whimpering, I put my tongue out and licked. It was the salty taste of pee, but mixed with something else, the tangy taste of her pussy. My eyes clinched I licked the length of her slit.

"Nice," Rebecca gasped. She pulled my head tight to her pussy and rubbed it against my face. She let go and pushed me away roughly.

"Your done for now. See you after class." She got up and left me there.

I sobbed and opened my eyes. My hands went first to my clothes to pull them back into place and then to my piss and pussy juice coated face. I cried for a minute, even after the bell rang, I knelt there and cried. This was unbearable to be treated like this. I felt myself becoming unhinged, a little bit insane. 

I finally worked up the strength to get up to my feet and went and looked at my face in the mirror. I washed my face with hot water and soap. I took gulps from the sink and washed the taste from my tongue and swished and spit about ten times. Finally done crying, I dried my face with the paper towels and took out my phone.

I dialed Darla. She didn't answer, it went to voice mail. I didn't want to leave it on a message. I staggered out of the bathroom and around the corner to second period.

When I walked in, Mr. Thatch hadn't yet reached my name. He looked at me.

"Detention Miss Fitch."

I shrugged. I didn't really care just then, it was probably a blessing to have another fifteen minutes without Rebecca. I looked up at where I knew I was expected to sit. Rebecca was smiling at me so cruelly I wanted to slap her face. She patted the seat next to her. I looked at the other cheerleaders. They were all smiling at me and I didn't catch any sign that one of them had been there for my degradation.

Then my eyes drifted to Farin. She looked up and met my gaze and then dropped it to the floor again. I finished my stroll up the aisle and sat down on my seat between Farin and Rebecca.

Rebecca immediately started writing in her book, smiling at me in implication of just having thought of something else. I turned away from her and looked at Farin. She wouldn't look at me, but as I sat with my book out, she reached over and gripped my hand. She was shaking.

The teacher started reading and the whole class pretty much zoned out. I squeezed Farin's hand, it felt comforting. Rebecca then slid a note onto my desk. I reluctantly read it.

"At break just before lunch, go to the bathroom on the first floor in the back stall and strip off naked and put everything in your bag." It read.

I crumpled the note up and tossed it into my book bag.

Rebecca leaned into me so she could whisper in my ear. "I talked to Brad and his cousin. Charles agreed to let you have a turn sucking Brad's cock on our hot double date. I can't wait. I really hate going down on him, I mean it's just so non-gratifying. God, revenge is sweet."

"Oh, and change in plans Friday night. Invite Julie to a slumber party at my house. My parents are out of town for the weekend. I know she wanted to quadruple date or whatever, but you are with Brad, Charles and I from the game to the party. We'll let things go wherever from there." Rebecca added.

I moaned loud enough that a couple of people turned their heads toward me.

"Brad and Charles want to see you go down on Farin Friday night. I'm going to try to make that happen. It should be fun to watch. Maybe Brad will fuck me while you demonstrate your lezzy love skills." She taunted.

I kept my eyes trained straight ahead at the blackboard, refusing to look at her for fear I would have no power to stop from punching her in the face. Farin kept gripping my hand and trembling. She refused to meet my eyes though. I wondered was it because of what happened or what was going to happen.

I decided not to think about it, as best I could prevent the terrifying reality from entering my mind every second. I actually concentrated on Math to tune out Rebecca's twittering in my ear. It didn't work very well.

"Next time you better run to the bathroom like you were told. It would be a pity to have to tell Darla you walked." Rebecca warned.

Eventually, the bell rang and I grabbed my bag. I looked at Farin, but she still refused to meet my eyes. I left class and did a deliberately fast walk for the bathroom around the corner. I went inside the stall, tossed my book bag to the back corner and stood by it. I pulled my top and skirt up, closed my eyes and wept silently.

I didn't have to wait long for the click of heels on the floor. They were a bit more rushed this time. I stood shaking with my fear of the pending humiliation. The door swung open and the cool air made me jump. "Knees bitch quickly." Rebecca commanded and I sunk to my knees on the nasty tiled floor.

"Stay still and keep your eyes closed." She instructed and I heard a bag hit the floor and a zipper open. I then heard another zipper and then some snaps coming open and closed. I knew there were two people in the stall with me, but the other person was quiet as Rebecca took control.

"This is a present from Darla." Rebecca giggled. She started putting something over my head. It was cold, smooth and from the smell and feel as it was moved around onto my face, I could tell it was leather. She kept moving it around roughly on my face until it settled about my face and I felt the leather pressing against my entire face.

She struggled with my hair, pulling it roughly and stuffing it into the back of the leather casing on my head. I could feel how the leather molded to my nose and left an open circle around my mouth. "This will never work." Rebecca muttered as she made me squeak each time she tugged my hair.

"Idiot." Whispered a voice and I felt the second person push Rebecca away. I hadn't recognized the whisper and I struggled to think of who it was. Farin? She grabbed my hair, much more gently and pulled it all together like she was going to make a pony tail. Then I heard and felt her zip the back of the head cover up until my pony tail was left apparently right from the top of my head.

"Oh." Rebecca muttered, embarrassed at being called an idiot.

"But with her hair out, won't someone figure out who it is?" Rebecca asked. "I thought that was the whole reason for doing this?"

The bag was rummaged again and I felt my pony tail tugged together and wrapped at the base with what I assumed was tape. I had to tell all this by feel, but she then wrapped the tape around and around my hair, ever upwards and finally curved it around and taped it again to the base. She had basically turned my hair into a rounded handle on top of my head.

"Oh!" Rebecca exclaimed. "That is awesome."

The bitch grabbed my hair and started yanking my head left and right and up and down with it. "Oh this is going to be so much fun." Rebecca giggled.

The hand of the second person then forcibly pushed hers away and seizing the handle herself began to unwind the tape. It wasn't really that tacky, it didn't pull at my hair a great deal as she unwrapped it.

The bag was rummaged again and Rebecca just laughed and giggled in excitement at whatever the mystery girl was showing her from the bag. The whispered voice seemed slightly familiar, but its owner seemed to be intentionally disguising it so I wouldn't discover the identity.

"Understand?" The voice whispered.

"Yeah, thanks." Rebecca answered in awe.

The door opened and one set of footsteps clicked down the bathroom and out the door.

"No time to play, you need to get to class bitch." Rebecca roughly unzipped and tugged the covering off my face and after some rustling; I heard a zip that signified that the bag was closed.

I then heard Rebecca rustle her own clothes a little bit. Then I felt her ass press against my face. "Kiss it and then you can go." She laughed.

Tears flowed again as I kissed my enemy's ass. She didn't linger, just allowed one quick kiss and pulled away. "Count to fifteen and get up and go. Leave your clothes as they are until you get to the door leaving the bathroom. See you at lunch."

I counted to fifteen as I heard her steps cross the bathroom floor and the sound of the door opening. I stood, and opened my eyes. I picked up my bag and opened the door. I walked out into the main part of the bathroom and washed my face in the sink to remove the clear signs that I had been crying.

My heart was pounding in fear someone would come in and see me there, exposing myself like such a slut. I quickened my pace, dried off my face and walked to the door. Quickly tugging the shirt and skirt back into place, I opened the door and ran down the hall to Miss Simms Social Studies class.

I was nearly out of breath when I turned the corner into the classroom. Julie was already sitting down and tapped her watch as the bell rang, smiling at me. I hurried into my seat and Miss Simms started in almost immediately on The Civil War.

"Where have you been?" Julie asked in a whisper as I rummaged through my book bag for my history book.

"Bathroom." I answered in a hushed voice.

We paid nominal attention to the discussion or lecture and passed notes back and forth on her notepad. 

'Rebecca said we are sneaking out of the cafeteria for lunch.' Julie wrote.

'I can't.' I responded in writing and pensively tapped my tongue to my lip. 'Rebecca asked me to go to the lockers to get a proper uniform'

'LOL! Well, I'm glad, that thing you were parading around in Monday was something from uber sluts' She wrote back.

'No doubt. Hey, Rebecca's parents are gone for the weekend and she wanted us to come over after the party Friday night. What do you think?'

Julie read it and smiled, 'Awesome!' She wrote back.

I didn't feel the same way, but I forced what I felt was an unsuccessful exuberant smile. 'Is Chad driving you to the party?' A much needed change of subject.

'Yeah, since you aren't riding with.' She stuck her tongue out at me as I read it.

'Sorry, wish I could.'

'No biggie. We'll hang when we get there.' Julie wrote.

'Yeah, should be fun.' I answered.

We paid attention a bit after that when Miss Simms eyeballed us. Soon enough, the bell rang and we started talking. 

"So, what does this Charles guy look like?" Julie asked.

"I don't know." I laughed. "I just kind of agreed because Rebecca begged me and I didn't have a date."

"I hope he's cute." Julie frowned.

I exhaled sharply. "Yeah, me too."

Once our bags were packed, I remembered that I couldn't walk to class with her. I had to run to the bathroom again. "See you in class, I forgot my book." I lied.

"K, see ya Carrie." Julie waved as she walked. 

I ran around the corner and dashed towards the bathroom, which was fortunately on the way to my locker. By the time I turned the corner, I was sure I had outdistanced my best friend and quickly ducked into the bathroom and into the stall at the end. I threw my bag to the floor, lifted my skirt and shirt and closed my eyes.

I heard a couple of girls come into the bathroom, chatting and talking, which was unusual based upon the previous two times. Also, neither voice was Farin's or Rebecca's. They took stalls earlier on and I held my breath. They kept chatting about music and stuff as they used the restroom.

I heard the door open and footsteps, only one pair, cross the bathroom and then enter my stall. A body pressed against mine and I gasped. I felt hot breath on my ear. "Open your eyes and pull down your clothes." It was Farin, whispering so as not to be heard by the girls in the other stalls.

I quickly and joyously responded to her request. Our eyes met and she wouldn't hold the gaze again. Perhaps to avoid the pressure to look at me, she hugged me tight and leant her cheek against my head, forcing my face to her shoulder. I hugged her back, glad for the warmth and ecstatic that Rebecca wasn't there.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed. 

The two girls finished using the toilets and washed their hands and left, still gabbing away.

The solitude allowed her to raise her voice a little. "She wouldn't let me ..." She trailed off. "I'm sorry." 

"I know Farin." I squeezed her tight. "What are you all doing at lunch?" I asked and tried to pull back to gauge her reaction, but she held me and wouldn't let go.

"I'm not going to be there. I can't watch it. Just do as Rebecca says and mind everything Darla says from now on." She kissed my cheek. "I tried so hard Carrie. I begged and pleaded and ..." She trailed off again, lost for words.

My level of concern went up about twenty notches. What the hell were they going to do to me at lunch? Somehow, I knew she wouldn't answer me, so I just held her and we cried together. After a couple of minutes, we knew we had to get to class. She took my hands in hers and we kissed softly and parted the stall to wash our faces. As we exited the door, we released our hands from one another and walked to fourth period together in silence. We took our appointed seats about thirty seconds before the bell rang. 

I was a nervous wreck throughout Biology. I tried to pay attention. Julie and I didn't even pass notes much. I knew in forty-five minutes I would be completely naked in the stall on the first floor and the thought placed panic in my mind.

The forty-five minutes seemed to go on for hours. Then again, it didn't seem to last nearly long enough before the bell rang and I told Julie I'd see her later, I had to run to the locker rooms before lunch bell.

We headed off in different directions, her for the lockers on the second floor, me for the bathroom farthest from the cafeteria on the first floor. I went into the appointed stall and with trembling hands pulled off my shirt, watching my boobs bounce as they were released from whatever support the shirt offered. I put it in the bag. Then I removed my boots and socks and put them in the bag. Finally, I took off my skirt as well and once enclosed, I zipped the bag up and put it in the back of the stall. 

I stood there, naked and vulnerable. I couldn't stop trembling. It seemed like an eternity, but within a minute, I heard footsteps and my heart leapt into my throat.

"Kneel quickly." Rebecca ordered after latching the stall door. I heard a heavy bag fall to the floor. I knelt down and heard the zipper pull open and within seconds, the leather smelling mask was zipping up to leave my hair pulled into a pony tail on top. She worked quickly and roughly, moving me with her hands as I clinched my eyes closed.

Another minute passed and my hair was bound in that revolting handle. Then she had me stand and told me I could open my eyes if I wished. I opened them and thought for a moment someone had turned out the lights. Finally, I realized that the leather hood over my head covered my eyes so I couldn't see.

"The lie about the outfit was great." Rebecca mused as she worked. She must have spoken to Julie. "It gives Farin a good reason not to be here too."

She worked quickly and somewhat efficiently. She had me put on some extremely tight leathery pants. They were cold but smooth as they basically stretched over my legs as I pulled them up. It was hard to balance without seeing. I nearly fell once and Rebecca caught me and slapped my tit hard for falling against her. I squeaked, but didn't complain as I balanced and pulled the tight, stretching leather up and over my ass. It only came to just over the widest part of my hips. 

I struggled with the zip and snap and finally got them done. She then helped me into a leathery long sleeved shirt. It was very hard to get into. She finally had to unzip the wrists and sides to get it over my hooded head. It was a battle to tug the bottom over my chest and when she finally did, I could feel my breasts squeezed tight to my chest, but my nipples were open to the air. 

She zipped the sides and sleeves and the shirt came only to the middle of my rib cage. I bit my lip to stop from screaming when she roughly grabbed my left breast around my nipple and pulled it up and down and left and right until it squeezed through a hole there. She repeated with the other breast and I was panting and squirming.

"Want to see?" She giggled.

I shook my head no. I really didn't. 

"Sit." She ordered. I felt my way to the toilet and sat on the closed lid of it. She put ankle socks on each foot and then worked with me, telling me when to push, to sink my feet into a pair of very heavy boots. Once my feet were inside the foot of both boots, she zipped them up and told me to stand.

As I sat my feet on the floor, I realized there was no way I would be able to stand. The heels of these boots were so high; they forced me practically to my toes. There was only a slight curve at the balls of my feet. I figured that they were about five or six inches of heels in the back. She laughed and grabbed my hand and arm and pulled me up.

She opened the stall door and I panicked. I pulled back, not wanting to go anywhere like this. She smacked my ass hard, but I still pushed backwards from the door. She smacked it as hard as she could and I squealed and followed her.

Her hand went to my eye and I heard and felt her pull on a part of the hood and with my eyes open, noticed that she was pulling a cover off my eye. "Just a peek, then I am closing it back up." She giggled.

She pulled it off all the way and I stared into the mirror at the strangest woman I had ever seen. Aside from my midsection, my body was covered head to toe in black stretching leather. It shined, apparently kept polished much more than my boots had ever been. I looked in the mirror from the wide toe of the boot to the high block heel. I followed every curvature of my legs, my ass when I shifted to the side, my breasts hung out obscenely against the black leather backdrop, nipples still bound in those disgusting rubber bands. There was a large hole at my mouth so the entirety of my lips was visible. 




Darla's Games Day 05



There were holes under the nose of it so I could breathe there as well. There were snapped bits of leather over the other eye and both ears. I also noted the bottom half of snaps around each breast, so they could be covered in leather as well, if those bits of leather were here. I gasped in horror as I noticed a similar design of snaps at my crotch. Feeling around the back, I noticed it went up to within an inch of the waistband. It also went all the way around my ass, so when removed, my entire ass cheeks would hang out through it.

"Enough." Rebecca laughed and pushed the snaps roughly over my eye piece, sentencing me to darkness once again.

"This is going to be hard, but your identity is completely safe. Believe me, I would love to do this without the outfit, but Darla won't permit it. So, she came up with this awesome way to let me have my fun and you keep your precious ... whatever."

"Do EVERYTHING you are told by everyone who tells you. Don't hesitate or speak at all and it will be over before you know it. Hesitate and I tell Darla. Talk and I may as well rip the mask off so everyone will see who the lezzy slut is."

She tugged me back into the stall. "Kneel." I did so. "When you crawl, arch your back. Show me."

I sobbed as I went to hands and knees and arched my back. I felt her hand at my ass and thought she was going to smack me. It was much worse as she grabbed the crotch piece and ripped the snaps down to reveal my ass and pussy to the cool air. She tossed it and my book bag into her larger bag and zipped it up.

Rebecca giggled cruelly. "Stay here and I'll be back soon." She stepped away. Then she looked back and laughed. "Oh my God, you are wet. What a fucking slut."

She closed the door and left the bathroom. I felt back to the opening of my pussy and touched it. I was soaking. What the hell was wrong with me? I hated this. How could I be so wet? I shrugged it off. It had to just be that I was still so horny from the past days of teasing.

I waited on hands and knees in silence for a long time. Well, it seemed like a long time. Every sound in the building was some one coming to discover the leather-bound slut in the bathroom. Finally, as my wits reached their end, the bathroom door opened and I heard a lot of footsteps. When I say a lot of them, it sounded like at least ten people came in.

"Lock the door." Rebecca whispered. Apparently someone locked the main latch to the bathroom. 

"Okay," Rebecca said, she was keeping her voice hushed, but not exactly whispered. "We caught this slut in the locker room last week. She was going through the lockers and sniffing my panties while we were at practice. I also saw her a few times watching us practice our moves. The thing is, I found out when I caught her, that she is from another high school altogether. Have any of you girls come back to the locker room and found your panties missing?"

I shuddered as I realized what she was doing and who was there.

"Yeah, I have." Courtney's voice. "I thought a guy snuck in." She giggled.

"Well, it wasn't a guy. It was this lesbo bitch. I made her take me to her house and she had like a whole drawer full of other people's underwear. She begged me not to tell anyone or kick her ass. Then she agreed to this shit. I swear she was almost begging for it the lez that she is." Rebecca went on.

I cried quietly.

"So here she is, do what you want with her. She loves to eat pussy so if you want a quick lick or a full out orgasm, you'll make her day. She love licking asses and titties. She loves being touched and spanked. Just a couple of rules I agreed to let her have, no shitting on her, no pissing in her mouth, no marking her permanently or where other people will see it when she is dressed. Finally, no revealing who she is. In return for all that, she isn't allowed to cum. Tease her all you want, but don't let the bitch orgasm."

I listened, not only to Rebecca's instructions, but to the reactions of the girls. There were giggles and gasps and deep exhalations of disgust. This was going to suck. If I had known, I would have never agreed, I would have fled the school. Then it dawned on me. Julie is out there. I whimpered.

Rebecca heard it, as did the other girls. She laughed. "Come on out slut."

I couldn't move. I was frozen in fear and a desire to be anywhere else in the world right now.

"That is one hesitation." Rebecca giggled. Only I knew what that meant. I placed my hands apart and crawled forward to the door. I pushed it open with my head into the open bathroom where I was instantly assaulted by gasps, giggles, laughter, disgust and words I don't even want to remember.

"Face my voice and kneel up." Rebecca ordered. I did so and one girl pointed out my rubber bands on my nipples and they all broke out laughing.

"Turn around and lay your head flat on the floor." I shook with each step as I turned my ass toward them and lay my head down, thrusting my ass and pussy up into the air.

"What is that in her ass crack?" One asked. They were all getting closer, I could hear them. 

"Oh, nothing." Rebecca took a paper towel and dabbed it in water. She got there before anyone could make out DARLA and wiped it. "She had BITCH on her ass, guess she forgot to wipe it off from earlier." Rebecca laughed and the others laughed with her.

I could hear and feel them closing around me. Rebecca apparently sat back to watch. "Go ahead girls, I caught her, you punish her."

"Fucking hell." Courtney said. "What an absolute whore."

I felt a hand slap my ass hard and I bit my lip to prevent a squeal. I then heard a zipper and trembled as a loud clanking and thumping hit the floor. "Here, enjoy." Rebecca laughed.

"Cool!" One girl exclaimed and I felt my pony tail handle gripped and tugging me to my knees. "Stand up slut!" The unknown cheerleader ordered. I struggled to my feet, whimpering as my hair was ripped upward and I fought the heels to get below me. 

When I finally got to my feet, she led me by the hair to the counter and pushed me against it. "Bend over lesbo." She laughed.

WHACK! I cried out when something that wasn't a hand hit my bared, upturned ass. I went reflexively to guard further damage with my hands. I found out later this was a paddle. It hurt like hell and tears popped from my eyes from the pain.

"Try these." Rebecca giggled and I heard a clanking of chains. 

Apparently bolstered by the first girl, they all moved in. My arms were grabbed roughly by one girl on each side and were shoved up to my back. A pair of handcuffs was slapped on my wrists. Someone else grabbed my head and pulled it up and I felt a thick collar around my neck. They were rough and cruel, pulling it tight so I could barely breathe.

Then a chain, judging by the jingling, clinked into place as my arms were pulled up to where they would reach to clasp my bra if I had one and I felt my neck pulled back to keep them there. I was practically choking and had to hold my wrists up painfully behind me to slacken the pull on my throat.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! A flurry of blows stung my cheeks. "Look how red it's getting." She laughed. She beat my ass hard and over and over and I squealed and bit my lip so as not to scream. 

"Hit her again!" One cried out. They all encouraged her. She kept beating my ass over and over again and I wiggled it wildly, trying to cool it on the air between smacks. It was agony. I thought she would surely break the skin and I whimpered and wanted to scream out in rage. But I also didn't want them to know who I was so I kept my screams and squeaks to a minimum.

"She must like it!" Another said laughing. "Look at how wet her cunt is!"

"Oh God!" Another noticed the wetness of my slit. "What a whore!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! They traded off taking turns to beat my ass as their arms got tired of swinging. I sobbed and cried in pain. Still, I couldn't help but know they were right. My pussy was soaking wet, I could feel it oozing on my lips. My clit was against the edge of the counter and I thought I might actually be able to make myself cum even as helpless as I was.

Apparently there were other items on the counter top and one girl asked Rebecca, "What are these?" 

Rebecca laughed. She apparently showed her without saying anything. Someone grabbed my handle and pulled me upright. She grabbed my breast to steady me. My chest was heaving. At least my ass wasn't being beat anymore. It felt so hot. It burned so bad.

I heard a lot of giggling and gasping and had no idea what to expect. I think even if I had my vision at the time, I would have never known what was about to happen. Something brushed my nipple and then I screamed in spite of myself. Something very, very tight, was released onto my nipple and it was excruciating. My knees buckled and I slumped to the ground in agony.

"Shut her up or someone will hear." Rebecca warned.

"I know!" Courtney giggled. 

"What is she doing?" another whispered. "Oh my God!" She laughed.

"Here slut. You wanted them so bad; I have another pair in my locker." Courtney laughed and she grabbed my nose and squeezed it over the leather. When I opened my mouth to breathe and gasp at fresh air, I felt her stuff what I knew had to be her panties into my mouth. She pushed them in with her finger until they were enclosed in my teeth.

I tried to push them out with my tongue, but I was unsuccessful. She laughed and yanked my head back harshly by my hair. "Get the other one, Sherry" She laughed.

I swooned and almost passed out as a second clamp was released onto my other nipple. They laughed and enjoyed it immensely.

Someone grabbed the apparent chain between the clamps and tugged roughly; pulling me up, lifting and pulling my tits by then until I could struggle to my feet to keep her from yanking my nipples clean off. She started leading me around the bathroom, fighting those heels constantly. The pain was incredible as she tugged and pulled me around. 

Then someone took up to smacking my ass with that hateful paddle again as they all walked around the bathroom with me. 

They called me slut and whore and pig and bitch and cunt and a thousand other vile names that each stung my psyche perhaps more than the pain in my nipples and burning ass hurt my flesh. "Fuck it!" Courtney laughed and I felt my handle gripped roughly and the chain on my nipples was released. "Why not?" She giggled. "You guys won't say anything will you?"

The others kind of gasped and giggled and laughed. A wide variation of reactions was heard all around me. I was yanked by the handle to my knees. 

"Here, let me have my panties back bitch," Courtney giggled and put her finger in my mouth to pull them out. "Ew, they are all wet." She tossed them by me. "Shove them up her slutty hole April."

She yanked my handle again and pulled my face abruptly against, what I knew to be Courtney's pussy.

"Lick it slut!" She laughed.

I had to give her a little credit. It was rather bold to let the other girls see her pussy. But at the moment, I was flushing with hate as she basically slid my face against her pussy. I grunted and moaned with feelings of deep pleasure as I felt what had to be April's finger pushing Courtney's panties into my soaking snatch. I grunted as she pushed and pushed until I felt my lips close around the panty, fully encasing it inside me.

"God, she is so wet," April groaned and I heard her wash her hand in the sink.

Meanwhile, I was completely distracted from Courtney's quim. She hadn't forgotten though and I was soon encouraged to eat her out right.

"Somebody pull the chain until the bitch licks me properly." Courtney said.

It wasn't long before I was sucking and licking her pussy quite animatedly while someone tugged and yanked on my nipples. I was crying and grunting constantly, but I really tore into her with my tongue. My pussy was raging with need. The panties inside me didn't move to provide friction, but they stuffed me and I could feel my lips and clit throbbing with desire.

She tasted very different from Farin. It wasn't gross, but it was nowhere near as sweet. I choked a little as I was forced to swallow some of her excretions due to the positioning of my mouth. It wasn't really possible to eat pussy and spit at the same time anyway.

She shivered and bucked against my face. I heard her squeal through her closed lips and she pushed me back from her. She was panting.

"Julie, you are the newest one here, you want a turn?" Rebecca asked my best friend in the whole world. I prayed she would be too embarrassed to do it in front of everyone.

"Umm." I could sense her looking around at the other girls for a sign of their approval or disgust. I heard her sigh; a little shy about what she was about to do, but it was a sigh of resignation. I shook my head violently and Rebecca laughed.

"What is it lezzy slut? Want to say something?" She taunted, knowing I needed my anonymity. 

Julie laughed, though it was only for show I could tell.

"Do it Julie." One of the girls encouraged her.

"She isn't bad," Courtney added, "for a dyke".

"Go on," Rebecca pushed. "Don't worry; we will all keep this our secret. It'll feel good and it will punish this panty sniffing whore."

"Okay." Julie sighed and I heard her shuffle to the front of the pack. Apparently someone else grabbed my handle and next thing I felt was her knee length skirt over my head. I could feel her hand against my leather covered cheek as she pulled her panty to the side to give me access to her pussy.

I sobbed. Yes, I had thought about her sexually yesterday, but never in a setting like this. She smelled delicious. I don't think she was excited per say, but just the normal scent of her pussy was so faint and slightly musky. The smell was slightly intoxicating and I found I kind of wanted to make her enjoy this.

I softly licked at her lips and she gasped. I assume guys had gone down on her before, but I know a girl never had and I am certain this was not anything she really wanted to do. It was peer pressure. She wanted to fit in so badly.

I continued to lick her softly and nuzzle against her crotch. In seconds, the aroma of her sex became stronger and I could feel the wetness of her juices joining the saliva from my tongue. I sucked her lips softly in a wet kiss. I pressed my tongue to her clit and felt her shiver. I slid my tongue down and then up her slit. I could taste her. Delicious, different from Farin, but quite tasty all the same. 

I began sucking and licking in earnest then and her moans complimented my efforts. The girls all around us watched and encouraged her. They didn't care about me, I was just a toy to be tortured and used. They wanted their newest member to enjoy an orgasm.

"How is it?" One asked her.

"Mmm. Heavenly." Julie sighed.

"Want it harder?" Courtney asked, apparently recovered from her orgasm.

"No," Julie whispered. "This is incredible."

That compliment only encouraged me and I redoubled my efforts to make her cum. I explored her tight wet cunt with my tongue. I slid up and down. I played with her clit. I dove it into her hole. She moaned and in a few minutes was bucking against my face and I clamped down with my mouth.

"Oh yesssss." Julie climaxed all over my face. She grabbed my handle and rubbed my face and nose tight to her quivering mound. She smeared her juices over the leather and into my nose. She inadvertently forced her excretions up my nostrils through the leather. I never stopped licking.

Finally, she released me and pulled away abruptly. I heard her panting as she withdrew through the crowd.

"Hurry, time for a couple more before fifth period." Rebecca encouraged. I guess Julie and Courtney made it more acceptable. Soon, I had three pussies in front of my face and someone else grabbing my hair handle and shoving it into one after the other. The girls moaned and whimpered with pleasure as my tongue was forced to perform on them for about thirty seconds each, and then back to the first again. 

Each orifice felt and tasted different. Some of the girls were juicy from the first touch of my tongue. Some of them took a little while to get going. But within about ten minutes, they had all three climaxed on my face. Each time one finished, another pussy would take that one's place. I couldn't be certain, they all became a blur of tastes after awhile, but I think that five of them had cum using my tongue after Julie.

Just as I was finishing one girl into a blissful orgasm, Rebecca said. "We'll have to do it again another time. We only have five minutes left and I have to get slut out of school without being seen."

The girls all moaned. "I said we'll do it again." Rebecca laughed. "When we have more time, like outside of school."

They all cheered at this. Rebecca pulled me harshly by the hair to my feet. I was trembling so badly I could barely stand. "We should all thank slut properly for sniffing our panties." Rebecca laughed. She gripped the chain and pulled my nipples out and I squealed as she held one hand on my chest and pulled my entire breasts outward by my nipples.

"Let's take this off." Rebecca sneered and when she released the pressure, I groaned in agony as the blood rushed back into my sore nipples. My knees buckled and as I fell to the floor, I screamed anew as the chain held tight and the other clamp was pulled off rather than released.

She grabbed my handle and yanked me back to my feet and bent me over the counter.

"Thanks slut!" She laughed and pushing my back to force my sore nipples against the counter top she held me there. I cried out as she WHACK! Hit me as hard as she could with the paddle.

The girls laughed at this and apparently Rebecca handed the paddle to the next girl.

"Thanks slut." She laughed and WHACK! Hit me hard on the ass.

The next girl emphasized each word, giving me a hard WHACK on each cheek as she said, "Thanks... Slut."

Another girl took her turn thanking me and I squealed at each smack. About fifth came Julie and I prayed she would be merciful, but I knew she didn't know who I was, thank God.

WHACK! I moaned, she hit me really hard. The girls giggled at my sound. "Thanks" WHACK! "You" WHACK! "Filthy" WHACK! "Lesbian" WHACK! "Cunt-eating" WHACK! "Slut" WHACK! She laughed and passed the paddle to the next girl. They all laughed and twittered at Julie's drawn out display. I sobbed as my psyche crushed around me at my friend's abuse.

After Julie's display, the other girls didn't want to be outdone and they were crueler. They all beat me multiple times and called me horrible names. My tears flowed until I had none left. 

I was a whimpering disaster. I was sure my ass was bruised and it burned so bad, I didn't think I could possibly sit down in Spanish class. The ninth girl had just finished her turn, beating my ass five times before handing it to Courtney.

"Okay, remember, try to keep it quiet girls, I'll see you all at practice." They all laughed and I heard the door unlock and they left. I figured I was done and went to get up. 

"Oh damn." I heard Courtney and it registered to me that she hadn't taken a turn yet. "I forgot to take my turn." 

"Well go ahead." Rebecca laughed. 

I felt her lean over and she tugged on the side of my head. I remembered the ear guards and she pulled it off. I felt a tongue on my earlobe and Courtney giggled. She whispered in my ear. "I'm so glad you joined the squad Carrie."

I sobbed loudly. She knew who I was. It must have been her earlier.

She started pounding my ass hard. She beat me and laughed as I wiggled my ass to get away. Rebecca had to hold me down as she rained blows on my ass over and over again. I shrieked and cried out. They laughed. 

"Quiet down or someone will come and you don't want that do you?" Courtney laughed.

I heard Rebecca packing up her toys in the background as Courtney continued to punish my ass. "God I'd love to shove something in your asshole right now" Courtney giggled. She stopped beating me and when she stepped away, I fell to the floor, shaking and sobbing. My ass felt like it had just been scorched with branding irons. 




Darla's Games Day 05



"See you at work outs slut." She laughed and left me there, on the floor, writhing in pain. Rebecca walked over to me.

She grabbed me by the handle and drug me roughly into the stall and locked the door.

"We don't have a lot of time whore." She uncuffed my hands and I arched my back to ease the pain from having them high all that time. She grabbed my eye pieces and tugged them off. "Help me quick or we'll be late."

She didn't talk to me, more at me. "You did a great job on Julie. Maybe I will try your mouth on Friday night. Then you could blow all three of us." She laughed.

She unzipped the hood as I struggled with the pants. When she had the hood pulled off my face, I gasped at the fresh air. My whole body was sweating from the leather and my face was drenched. 

"Damn, you are a mess whore. Here, I'll lock the outside door so you can wash off in the sink." She left me to remove the harshly heeled boots and struggle to get the leather pants and shirt off. The sweat made it even harder to get it off my body. As I took off my pants, I noticed how wet and puffy my pussy was. I wept in embarrassment.

My nipples had harsh indentations in the sides where the clamps had squeezed them so tightly. My body was completely red from the heat of the suit. My ass burned at being on the cold toilet seat lid, but it also soothed a little.

I finally struggled the shirt off and was naked. I was a complete mess. Sweat left a sheen over my entire body. My face reeked of pussy juice. I didn't think I would ever get the smell out of my nose. I stumbled out of the stall, my legs wobbling like I had never walked before. 

Rebecca wasn't about to help me now. She just stood at the door she had locked and watched as I ran cold water in the sink. I splashed my face. My eyes were still adjusting to the light and then I turned around. I was afraid to look and closed my eyes at first. Then I opened them, glancing over my shoulder. My ass was a deep, dark red. It stood out so harshly against my white legs and back. I wept. I stuck my face in the cold water after the sink had filled from the stopper being pushed in.

I rubbed cool water all over my body to try and get the pinkness out of my skin. Soon I was still drenched, but shivering from the heat leaving and the cold water taking over. I dried the best I could with towels. I cringed as I just let the paper settle on my ass, not daring to wipe across it as I had with the rest of my body. 

I unwrapped my hair. It was a disaster. I asked Rebecca for a scrunchy and she tossed me one. "Can I have my clothes please?" I asked in a wavering voice.

"They are in your book bag in the big bag. Put the leather in there."

I stumbled back into the stall and opened the large duffel bag. I pulled out my book bag and sat it on the floor and put the leather that was strewn about the floor inside. The bell rang.

Rebecca unlocked the door and came in. She grabbed the duffel and her other bag and opened the stall door. I was crouching over naked, getting into my book bag.

"Leave the panties inside your sopping cunt. God knows it might help keep your icky girl juices off the chairs in class. Get dressed and go to Spanish, I'll see you in gym."

She turned and walked away. I locked the stall door and shivered from the cold everywhere except my burning, throbbing ass. I pulled my shirt over my sore nipples and they burned from the friction. I whimpered. The delicate scraping of the soft, stretching skirt over my ass made it burn anew. I sat down to put my socks and boots on and cringed in pain.

It took me forever to get dressed and I looked in the mirror again on the way out. I looked like shit. It was fitting. I certainly felt like it. I thought about ditching class and hiding out, but wondered what would happen to me if I disobeyed Rebecca's instruction to go to Spanish class.

Whimpering with each step, I trembled my way to the bathroom door, I wondered if any of the other cheerleaders would have waited around to see who the slut was. I imagined them all outside, waiting to laugh at me as I came through the door. I wondered if Julie would laugh with the rest of them or feel sorry for me.

I was relieved that nobody waited around to find out, the hall was quite clear. I made my way painfully to fifth period. Julie was there already. She looked at me with wide eyes. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked.

I knew I looked like shit. "Oh, Farin and I had to move some equipment around and I got sweaty." I laughed. This was so hard. I was calling Darla to get Rebecca off me for sure.

When we sat down I gasped lightly, but tried not to show my discomfort as my burning ass hit the chair. She turned to me, her face was so giddy. "You totally missed out."

"Huh?" I asked. 

She leaned in to me quite conspiratorially, even looking around to make sure we weren't being watched. "Rebecca found some dyke sniffing her panties in the locker room and she caught her." She giggled. "We punished the hell out of her and the slut loved it. It was so funny. Oh God I wish you had been there."

I wasn't sure how to react for a second, but I knew I'd better do something or she would be curious. "What are you talking about?" I hated asking the question, because I knew full well what she was talking about, but I figured if I hadn't been there, I would be bubbling with curiosity.

She whispered to me throughout Spanish class about how they had her all dressed in leather and they beat the hell out of her ass with a paddle. She laughed at how the 'bitch' probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. I listened intently as the last twenty-five minutes of hell was regurgitated to me. Funny how she told me about Courtney, April, Melody and Britney getting eaten out by the slut, but she left herself out.

"And she says we will do it again when there is more time outside of school." Julie laughed. "I can't wait to see you beat her ass."

I laughed along and my heart burned worse than my ass.

Class ended and a very excited Julie skipped with me towards the locker room. Since the closest bathroom to gym was in the gym, I figured that was the right place to go. I sure as hell didn't want Darla to have any excuses to give Rebecca another turn at that.

I excused myself to the bathroom once we reached the lockers and entered the back stall. I hadn't even gotten my shirt up when Farin snuck in and locked the door. She looked at me and grabbed my hands from my shirt and held me. I broke down and cried on her shoulder and she just let me fall apart there.

After a few minutes, and the second bell, we knew we were late, but she held me until I stopped shaking. Everyone else had cleared out of the bathroom by then. She whispered, "Let me see it."

I knew what she meant and was embarrassed. I turned around anyway and lifted my skirt. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed, louder than I would have liked. "Oh Carrie. I..." She bawled and knelt and kissed my ass gently, but even that burned and caused me to breathe in sharply.

"This is not happening again." She said, quite angrily. "I am going to kill that bitch." I wasn't sure if she was referring to Darla or Rebecca and quite frankly, I was in with killing either. But, on the other hand, Darla would pick Rebecca to deal with me in school over Farin, I knew that now. And I didn't want conciliatory moments like this one to be gone. I think I would die. "No." I whispered. She just stared at my red ass and wept. "Just let it be for now. I am going to talk to Darla about it. I'll do whatever she wants from now on. I'll handle it."

Farin shook. She kissed my red hot ass once again and apologized when I jumped and gasped at even that tender touch.

"Okay, let's get you dressed for gym and get out there before Miss Nichols has a cow." She whispered. 

We walked hand in hand through the empty locker room and she undressed and dressed me. She even pulled the panty from my sopping pussy and kissed my pussy softly. She was very careful to pull the waist band wide over my ass before settling it at my waist.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it." She muttered.

"I know." I whispered and forced a smile. She wiped the last tears from her eyes and we got up and walked out into the gymnasium together.

"Miss Fitch and Miss Robinson, how nice of you to both demonstrate five laps around the gym." Miss Nichols was such a bitch. "Line up, loser gets two bonus laps." She made us race around, but by the first curve, Farin just smiled at me and slowed to a jog. I duplicated her speed and we ran around the gym together.

Julie was over with our group again. I was appreciative that she hadn't totally ditched them for the cheerleaders. Then I saw her pulling them into a huddle and they were all laughing. I knew she was telling them about me. Of course, she had no idea it was me.

Five laps of misery later, Farin smiling sadly by my side every time she saw my eyes gloss over as I watched Julie gleefully retelling the tale of the bathroom between turns on the equipment, she dropped pace and let me win. I didn't know if I would have rather had the time away from Julie or not, but I was extremely grateful to her for the sentiment.

I huffed over to the equipment. "Carrie, you ass, sounds like you missed a good time." Sara laughed.

"Yeah, Julie just leaves me out of all the fun anymore." I stuck my tongue out at Jules and she laughed.

The next thirty minutes was a nightmare of hearing my pain retold again and again. I heard the questions, the answers, the excited way that Julie retold the story. It burned my insides so bad I thought I would vomit. But, I acted interested and excited at a future opportunity to beat the lesbian slut.

I glanced occasionally over to where Farin was. Rebecca and the cheerleaders were all giggling in their own reminiscent retelling of the slut in the bathroom. Every time Rebecca looked at me I turned away quickly. I couldn't bare to see her malicious smile. I caught Courtney's grin once and she winked at me from across the gym. Farin, who I was really seeking whenever I looked, appeared furious. I noticed a few times, when Rebecca tried to engage her in the laughter; she stomped away to another piece of equipment.

All horrible things must come to an end, and gym class finally did. I knew I wouldn't shower today, but even the act of changing clothes was an impossibility since I had no underwear to hide my red ass or tortured nipples. As we entered the room, I went to my locker and grabbed my book bag and told Julie I was just keeping it on since we were coming back to work out after seventh period anyway.

She accepted the excuse and stripped down for the shower. I wondered if I should be in the bathroom. Class wasn't quite over for another five minutes. I sat on the bench for a minute and reflected upon the past few days. I soon felt so ill, I was afraid I would actually throw up so I headed to the stall just in case.

I didn't actually throw up. I tossed my bag on the floor and stood there; waiting for the bell to ring so I could lower my shorts and raise my shirt for the last time today. Farin opened the door before the bell rang and shook her head. "No, you've had more than enough. If Rebecca or my sister has a problem they can take it out on me."

I smiled weakly and left the stall. I wanted to hold her hand, but knew it was not happening with all these people around. I went to the front of the locker room and shortly thereafter, the bell rang and I headed to my art class.

My reverie, my sanctuary, my art allowed me to vent. I drew malicious creatures in what I felt to be awesome gestures of tyranny. I had never exhibited such desires before and as my teacher looked at what I drew, she sat next to me and smiled, pulling up a stool.

"What's going on Carrie?" She asked.

"Huh?" I stopped drawing the spurting blood from a woman who was naked but for a ragged dress that was ripped to shreds, hiding only her most intimate parts and being eaten alive by a ferocious, sinister dragon.

I looked up at Miss King and she smiled. "Something is tearing you apart. I can tell. Want to share? After class? Maybe see the school counselor?"

I shuddered. No, I did not want anyone else to know my disgusting secrets. How the hell did she know anyway?

"I can tell by your art Carrie. You see, a true artist feeds the paper with their emotions, not with ink or pencil. You are a wonderful and talented artist. Think about it. I'll go with you if you like." She said it in a whisper so I don't think anyone else heard, though a few of the others did turn to see why Miss King had stopped to speak to me. She was always doing that though, stopping to discuss our agendas or our inspirations for a drawing. She squeezed the back of my hand softly and smiled at me and got up to continue her voyeuristic walk into our souls.

When the bell rang, I laughed at the drawing I had completed. The screaming, scantily clothed victim had taken quite a likeness to Rebecca. The dragon had the tiniest hints of my own features in its face. I decided to keep it and finish it later.

Miss King smiled at me as I packed my bag. I knew she wanted to walk me to the counselor. What was I going to say? Hey, I lost my life to a bet and the cheerleading squad, including my best friend, just beat my ass to a pulp?

No, it was better to handle it on my own. I thanked her for the offer as I passed her desk, and headed up to detention with Miss Galler. Julie was there and thankfully had gotten the tale of the slut out of her system. We laughed together, all three of us, as Miss Galler had us alphabetize some files and restack some books. 

It was the most pleasant detention I ever had. Perhaps because it fell on the hardest day I had ever had in school and it was one of very few opportunities to feel normal that day. I could probably recall every word said, every move of each of us. I could probably chronologically detail each of the twenty-three minutes from the time the bell rang to the time she let us leave. But it would bore anyone else. It was just ... normal.

Julie grabbed my hand to tug me along to the locker rooms on the way to the weight room. I knew I was supposed to meet Rebecca after detention, but she wasn't in the hall and I figured she would be with the rest of the squad so, why not?

We skipped and laughed down the hall, hand in hand. I kept the conversation on the fact that there were only two days until the party and she still didn't know what to wear.

I listened and looked around, but Rebecca never appeared. We made our way to the lockers and Julie stripped down to put on her gym clothes and I blushed terribly. I kept thinking about eating her pussy. I had to tear my gaze from her body over and over again and it made me horny, wet and appalled at how I now looked at my best friend. It frightened the hell out of me.

I tried to keep up with her conversation, but felt myself slip more than once into a nasty day dream where she knew it was me in the leather and she kept beating my ass while I licked her to orgasm after orgasm. I shuddered the thought away each time it came creeping back into my mind. She was dressed and looking at me with my dazed, distant eyes and laughed.

I woke again and we made our way to the weight room. We had it Mondays and Wednesdays, and only for an hour each of those days since the other sports teams had it scheduled for any other time during the week. The whole squad was in there working out. Even Rebecca, who looked up and smiled her malicious grin that made me want to punch her lights out.

"Cool, the nubs are here at last." She laughed. The others giggled and Courtney laughed loudly.

"Julie, why don't you start on some universals?" Rebecca recommended. "Your abs are awesome. Carrie, get your ass on the mat for some sit ups, we need to get rid of that baby fat."

Farin scowled at her and I could tell she was about to say something. I caught her eye and shook my head no. She pleaded with her eyes and I shook my head again. Rebecca caught the exchange and grinned.

I made my way to the mat, planning to do some free style sit ups. But, no, I had to endure more humiliation.

"Court", Rebecca called over her shoulder. "Spot Carrie for four sets of fifty."

Courtney smiled and I saw her lick her tongue across her lip. I'm not sure whether I have described Courtney before. I don't really get in the habit of going into a lot of detail about people I didn't like. She was another one of these girls whose appearance screamed 'cheerleader'. 

She was beautiful of course, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Everyone seemed taller than me, and she stood a good five inches at least above me. She had an athletic body; more boob than Julie, more ass than Julie, but no fat anywhere, unless you count her boobs and ass.

All the girls were engaged in various conversations during the workout. I sat gingerly on my sore ass and Courtney knelt by my feet. She grabbed my ankles roughly and spread my feet a little more than shoulder width apart. Definitely not how a person usually does sit-ups. This way my thighs were spread and I knew from her mocking glare, she did it intentionally.

I rolled my eyes and struggled to do even the first one. It wasn't so much the sit-up, though I hadn't done any in awhile. It was the excruciating pain on my ass when it slid on the mat. She knew it and when I cringed into a sitting position, she leaned in and looked into my eyes. She motioned with her eyes down to my ass and made a biting motion with her teeth. She giggled then and said, "That's one."

I bit my lip and let my ass scrape down again as I lowered myself to the mat. It was agonizing. Every sit up was an exercise in control for me not to scream out in the pain it caused my ass. Eventually, my stomach was starting to ache as well, as the definitely present, but not recently exercised abs began to tighten.

By the time I finished the first set of fifty; I was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. Courtney just kept counting and making torturous faces at me. She winked, licked her lips, bit her lip and tongue. It was like she was flirting with a guy or something from across the room. I had nowhere else to look really and she stared right into my eyes the whole time. Her glare seemed to bore a hole straight into my very soul.

I got a water break after the first set and went to the fountain. Courtney followed behind me and when I leaned over for a drink, she slapped my ass with her hand. I shot up and would have screamed if I hadn't just taken a gulp of water. I choked on it as I turned toward her. She laughed. "Nice set." 

I decided I had enough water and went back inside. Courtney took a sip or two and settled back in for more. This time she spread my legs wider. I was thankful that gym shorts are tight for her to be peeking inside the leg at my naked twat.

"Go." She giggled. The change in leg position brought a whole new wave of pain on parts of my ass that were not previously baring my weight onto the mat. By the time I was half way through the set, I was panting for air. By the time I hit fifty, and I was told quite forcibly there would be no rest before then, I was huffing and puffing and my abs felt like they would explode. The whole time, she kept up her little flirty, smiley faces at me and I wanted to rip off her head.

I got up to get some water and she, of course, followed me. I shifted my ass to the side before going down for a drink. I was into my fifth deep gulp of water before she cracked my ass again laughing. "Nice set."

I wanted so bad to punch her. I scowled at her and returned to the mat while she took a few sips and skipped over to me. This time she spread my feet apart so wide, she had to lean down so her face was between my outstretched knees. 

I grunted in pain anew as my ass burned with each slide against the mat. Courtney maintained her teasing and my sat up position brought our faces within inches of one another. She kept looking at me, licking her lips and winking at me. She made biting motions with her teeth. She blew kisses with her lips. 




Darla's Games Day 05



I was in agony by the thirtieth. "Can I take a break?" I begged. She shook her head no and winked at me. 

"Just twenty more to a break." She smiled.

I so wanted to slap that smirk off her face. I struggled through the last twenty, gasping for air, my stomach burning. We went to the fountain and I just let her have her smack on my sore, red ass. She didn't fail to do so and said her obligatory 'Nice set." 

I wasn't sure I could get through another fifty. I also wasn't sure she could spread my legs any further without shoving her face in my crotch. I sat down with my knees together. She sat on her heels and giggled at me. Grasping one ankle in each hand, she thrust her arms out as wide as they would go. I grunted with the pain as my legs were stretched wide apart. As I had feared, she was leaned over so much with pushing my legs out like this, that her face was only inches from my crotch.

It had to be uncomfortable for her to bend her neck like that so her head was facing me. She didn't complain at all, just kept smiling and licking her lips and blowing her kisses. She inhaled through her nose, loudly so I knew it and she said "mmmmmmmmmm".

I was so embarrassed, but I went on to get the last fifty out of the way. It burned all over again with my legs so spread, but I fought through to get the last set done. Courtney just smiled so seductively and kept breathing in through her nose and making pleasant sounds like she loved the smell of my pussy.

I flopped to my back exhausted when this last set was over. My legs still spread wide by Courtney, she giggled and her eyes darting around quickly, she opened her mouth wide and bit down, grazing her teeth over the bump in my shorts where my pussy was. My eyes shot open and I pushed back to straighten my legs and get away. She just said, "mmmmmm" and winked at me and blew me another kiss.

She let go of my legs and I got up to leave. Time was over and everyone was filtering out of the weight room towards the lockers. I didn't stop for a drink and she giggled and swatted my ass anyway. "Nice sets."

She stayed right close to me on the way to the locker room. Julie was hanging around with April; they had apparently worked out together a bit, though I was too involved in my torture with Courtney to notice. I felt a twinge of jealousy and shook it off as ridiculous.

Once in the lockers, the girls all started pulling off their work out clothes. It dawned on me that most of them were wearing something other than their normal gym attire. Soon, naked bodies were pushing past me towards the showers. 

"Coming?" Julie asked, walking naked towards the showers. 

"Naah," I replied, "I think I'll just shower when I get home."

"Ew!" Julie laughed, "Stinky." And she jogged along with her tight body to the shower.

Just as I was watching her tight little ass round the corner, I felt a finger trace my shorts. I turned sharply and saw Courtney standing in front of me naked. She giggled. I couldn't help it; my eyes were drawn down her body. It was, gorgeous of course. When my eyes finally made their way back to hers she blew me a kiss and placed her hands on my shoulders.

She pushed downward and I struggled, but she just kept pushing harder until I took the hint and fell to my knees. "Better hurry, they won't shower long." Courtney giggled quietly.

I sighed and leaned in and started licking her pussy. She spread her legs wide for me and within a couple of minutes was pushing her sweaty, juicy cunt into my mouth. She held against me as she quietly moaned in her orgasm, and then let me lick her off. She let go and stepped back. She put her finger to her lips and said "Shhh." She winked at me and bounced off around me.

It took me a minute to realize I was kneeling in the middle of the locker room with pussy all over my face. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash the smell off. I was bathing my face when Rebecca came in with a towel around her body and one wrapping her hair. She leaned in next to me as I was bending by the sink. She laughed. "I didn't even know Courtney was bi." She whispered. "I think she might be all out dyke now, like you and Farin."

She stood up and moved to another sink to do her make up and hair. I went into a stall and sat gingerly on the toilet lid and cried quietly. What had happened to me? I was completely heterosexual last Saturday. I was in total control of my life. 

"Carrie, you in here?" I heard Julie call out. I quickly wiped my nose and face and flushed the toilet for effect. 

"Yeah, I'll be right out." I called.

I washed my face off in the sink real quick and dried briefly with a paper towel. I went to my locker, grabbed my book bag and we headed out to Darla's car together, Julie, Farin and I. Darla was standing outside her car waiting. Julie saw her and ran towards her. Darla smiled, "Hey girls."

Julie ran, Farin and I were just walking. "You won't believe what happened today!" Julie exclaimed on her way. I groaned. I would have to hear it again. Farin grabbed my chin and turned me to face her. 

"Stop being such a tough bitch and let me help." She pleaded.

I smiled at her and she just dropped her lower lip and exhaled loudly in exasperation. 

"No one should have to do this alone." She whispered. "It's too much."

"I know," I smiled to her, "That is why I'm so glad I have you."

She smiled back and we walked a little faster to catch up to Julie.

We got in the car and let Julie sit up front with Darla. She was animatedly telling the story again. I was so sick of hearing it. Seeing Darla looking back, smiling in the mirror at me just made it so much worse. Carefully sitting her book bag between us, Farin held my hand behind it and I squeezed it hard every time a poignant moment in Julie's recapitulation of my ordeal caused me anguish.

It was perhaps the longest drive of my life. I fought tears of humiliation constantly. When at last, Julie was let out, it was a relief. "Want me to come over later?" Julie asked me.

"How about tomorrow?" I asked, "I'm kind of sore from working out. I think I'll fall out early tonight."

"Okay!" Julie chirped and bounced out of the car. "Bye Darla, See you tomorrow Farin."

And we drove the last two blocks to my house. As soon as the door was shut and we waved Julie goodbye, Farin started in. "Enough Darla."

I turned to her and squeezed her hand and shook my head no at her.

"Bullshit Carrie," Farin started in. "This was way out of line. Her ass is a mess! They beat the hell out of her and that is it. You want me to call Jill? I have her number. This is absolutely cruel, it isn't a game anymore."

Darla let her shout. She didn't interrupt. 

"Carrie, show her your ass." Farin told me. 

I didn't really want to, it was humiliating. "Damn it Carrie, show her. She will understand. If she doesn't then I'll end this." She pushed me to the side and I let her. She gingerly pulled my shorts out and down to show Darla my ass. I couldn't see it, but I didn't really need to. Darla's gasp was enough.

She didn't say anything though. Just a gasp. It was as if she were deciding what to say.

"It's horrible!" Farin cried out. "Look at it! They bruised her ass so bad. Look at how it is puffing out! It's swollen! Rebecca doesn't know what she is doing and she really hurt her!"

Darla didn't respond.

"You tell me Sis," there was absolute venom in her enunciation of sis, "Tell me what you are going to do about it so I can decide what I am going to do."

Darla drove by my house and down the road. Farin carefully lifted the waist band back over my ass, careful not to brush against it. I turned and sat down. "Where are we going?" I whispered. I couldn't speak much louder.

"I am taking you to Jill." Darla said. "She will know what to do. Call your mom and tell her you are with Farin for dinner. You'll be home by nine."

She drove and I achingly sat on my sore ass. Farin fumed. Silently for awhile, then she couldn't hold it anymore.

"What are you going to do about Rebecca?" She asked at last.

Darla looked at her in the rear view mirror and frowned. I could feel the lash getting ready to come from the previously patient mouth.

"You forget your place Farin." Darla sneered.

"My place? I'm not your toy bitch, my place? Fuck you!" Farin screamed back.

"Yes!" Darla screamed back. She had reached her breaking point. I had seen her pissed before. "Your place Farin! You want to settle this like a big girl? I'll kick your ass as soon as we get out of the car! You fucked up; you fell in love with her. You stupid little lesbian bitch!"

"Yes, those cheerleader friends of yours got carried away, they beat her ass badly. It doesn't matter. She isn't even complaining. Carrie is tough. She doesn't need you to stand up for her. You want out, you got it. You are done, no more Carrie time for you! You stupid little shit! Don't ever talk to me like that, especially not in front of her!"

Farin wasn't going to back down and I grabbed her hand and squeezed tight. She burst out anyway. "You can't stop me from seeing her. Just try it Dar-la" She sing songed her name as an insult. "If you won't protect her, I will!"

"She doesn't need protection you lovesick carpet muncher." Darla screamed back. "Carrie!" She yelled at me and I took a deep gulp. "I already know your pussy has been leaking non stop, even while the beat your ass. So don't bullshit me. How bad is it?"

I let a tear escape, something I swore I would never do in front of Darla. "I'm fine. Just, don't take Farin away. I need her to ... "I trailed off. Why did I need her? A million reasons I couldn't put into words. "She keeps me sane." I finally finished.

"There, satisfied bitch?" Darla yelled at her sister. "She needs you and she's fine. Now shut the fuck up before I change my mind."

The rest of the drive was spent in mostly silence. Darla and Farin were both furious with one another and I tried very hard to calm Farin down. I pulled her close to me and kissed her cheek. "Please Farin. I can't go through this without you. Don't push her."

She turned to me. She looked into my eyes. We twisted our bodies to each other, and though it pained me in my sore stomach muscles, as well as my ass, we hugged. We rested our heads on each others' shoulders and just held each other the rest of the drive. 

When we pulled up to a house I had not been to before, Darla slammed the car into park and yanked her keys out of the ignition. She opened the door and waited for us to climb out. "Little fucking bitch." She muttered under her breath at Farin.

"Whatever" Farin mumbled back.

Darla pushed ahead of me and angrily knocked on the door. A minute later, when nobody answered, she pounded on it again. Finally, a minute or two after the second knock, a very sweaty looking Jill answered the door, and looked appalled. 

"What?" She half yelled at Darla. She was as beautiful as I remembered. She wore a pink silk robe that clung to her wet skin. It came down just to mid thigh and it hung open in the middle, held together by a matching belt. Her left breast was showing through the side. I tried to tear my eyes away as Farin gripped my hand tightly. Apparently, she had noticed me looking.

Darla hesitated a moment, as if she were having second thoughts about coming here. "It's Carrie. Her ass is pretty bad and I wanted a second set of eyes."

Jill smiled, but there was no joy in her grin. "I told you." She laughed lightly. "Well come in. Go into the guest bedroom and lay her out and take off her shorts. I'll be a moment. Someone is all tied up."

We walked into the door and I marveled at all the fine things Jill had. Her taste was impeccable. Based on her normal manner of dress, I half expected another dump like Darla's. I probably should have known better.

Darla guided us to the guest bedroom, and I could tell Farin had been here before. She didn't seem amazed by the Oriental rugs and paintings and so many tasteful artistic creations that decorated her house along the way.

Inside was a huge four poster bed with a canopy. The room was painted in a mural that surrounded every inch of the walls. The painting was obviously done by hand; it wasn't some repetitious pattern of wall paper. I walked over to the wall and looked closely. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. 

Just in the foot that I scanned were a million colors it seemed. The vision, so carefully drawn leapt write off the wall at your eyes. In this 'scene' if you will, though everything blended perfectly and without borders of any kind, was a girl, tied with her arms wrapped around a tree, being humped from behind by a demonic woman with a strap on. There were the faintest traces of blood on the tree, as if her breasts were being rubbed raw. Still, the woman had the most exquisite expression of ecstasy on her face. 

"Carrie." Darla called. "Come lay on the bed."

I traced my fingers over that few square inches of wall and felt the subtle strokes of the brush that had painted it there. I was absolutely awestruck by the detail and the clarity. I almost felt the lust of the creator as I touched their paint. I moaned aloud.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Darla asked.

"It's amazing." I said it so sensually; I couldn't believe my own voice. I traced the tree up to its branches with my fingertips, so softly, as if any more pressure would be an insult to the artist. Up high in the tree top was a woman, bound from the branches, hanging from her ankles, her feet held wide apart from the bonds. A little flying cupid was holding a flogger (though I didn't know it was called a flogger at the time) and by the redness, and the position of the swinging tails, was whipping her exposed vagina.

I whimpered as my fingers caressed the bound beauty and then moaned with the sexual energy of the whip wielding cupid. 

"Carrie?" Farin asked, intrigued and surprised at my most peculiar behavior. I had to admit, it was odd, I had never felt this way about art work before. Not that I had been to see much of it aside from my own, my teachers', my class mates' or from a book.

I followed the tree higher, until I could no longer reach the tree. I followed it with my eyes and gasped in amazement. Above the tree, in the sky, was an angel. Her wings were tied and she was gripped by each wrist by another angel, all women. Two more female angels held her ankles and a sixth female angel had her head buried between the held angel's legs. They were all so naked and lifelike. I moaned louder than ever and noticed my hand rubbing the crotch of my shorts.

"Carrie!" Darla yelled. 

I quickly pulled my hand away, quite embarrassed, and turned around. Jill stood there in the doorway looking at me. Darla and Farin didn't even notice her, they were both watching me. Darla was pissed that I wasn't on the bed. Farin was looking concerned as if I had lost my mind. Jill was smiling at me.

In her eyes, I saw the understanding that she knew why I was drawn to the wall. She giggled. And I had rarely heard a voice giggle with such mirth. "Darla, you wouldn't understand. And I could never explain it to you in a million years." She said as Darla turned sharply at her giggle.

"Carrie, you are a very special girl." She smiled at me. "There have probably been over a hundred different people sleep in this room and never even notice what was on the wall. Even those who have looked at it, never experienced it."

I looked at her and all my anger at her over the bet was momentarily forgotten. I was enamored again and I stammered a moment. "Who painted it?" I asked, breathlessly, as if knowing this were a life changing secret.

She laughed lightly and sweetly. "Maybe I'll tell you some day, but not today."

My mouth sank in regret that she wouldn't share it with me.

"Pull off your shorts and lay on the bed on your stomach Carrie." Jill said, still smiling.

I cringed as the material brushed my skin because I had momentarily forgotten to pull the waist way back before lowering them. I quickly corrected it and let my shorts drop to my ankles. I then walked over and lay on my stomach on her bed.

Jill walked without a sound and I felt the bed sink next to me. I was embarrassed having so many people looking at my bare and beaten ass. I trembled with the humiliation of it all. "There now." Jill said so softly it made me stop at once.

"Well, they didn't break the skin, that's good." She stated as she leaned in so close to my ass I could feel her breath on my skin and it burned and I loved it.

"Rebecca is out of control Jill, you have to stop this." Farin broke out, disturbing the moment.

"Shut up you little bitch." Darla snapped at her.

"You two." Jill didn't raise her voice, but they both stopped another verbal fight and looked at her. "Go out into the living room and fight all you want. Take it outside if it comes to blows, you break my shit and you will pay for it, and I mean with money. On your way, tell Sue to bring me the kit and she will know what you mean. She is in my room."

"Evil whore." Farin muttered at her sister.

"Let's go outside you little bitch." Darla said as they left the room.

I made to get up. "Please Jill, don't let Darla hurt her. She is just worried about me."

"Hush darling." Jill spoke so quietly and smoothly. "They have been at each others' throats for at least ten years that I know of personally. They won't kill each other. In fact, they are both usually much more agreeable after they beat each other up a bit." She giggled.

"Now, what did they use on you?" Jill asked. I wondered how she knew it was a 'they'. In fact, I decided to find out. "How did you know it was more than one?"

Jill laughed. "Here you are with your bare ass beaten all to hell and you ask me how I know it was more than one instead of answering my question so I can help you. You are a very odd girl Carrie. Your curiosity is going to get you into a lot of trouble some day. But since you ask..."

"Everyone, whether they know what they are doing or not, has a natural swing with their hand and arm. Some of these bruises beat upward, some downward, and some dead on. Now, I could wield a weapon in such a way, because I know what I am doing. However, based on the bruising and swelling, I can tell it was not done by anyone who knew what they were doing. No, this is a mess to be honest with you."

I groaned. Jill laughed, but not insultingly so. "I've seen worse, but it was worse by intent. It was worse because the wielder and recipient both desired it to be so. It wasn't out of malice or just a desire to punish or humiliate. So, back to my question, what did they use on you?"

She was amazing. "A paddle." I answered.

"I rather thought so. That is all? No crops or whips or canes?" Jill further interrogated.

"No, just the paddle." I answered.

"That is good, believe it or not. A paddle, while quite effective and painful, is too spread out to deal point of impact damage. It just covers too much space. So all this is mostly superficial. It looks like hell, hurts like a mother fucker, but it isn't very likely to burst internal vessels or tear muscle or rend nerves."

I didn't quite compute all of that, but I smiled that it wasn't too bad. I can't imagine going to the doctor for this. How would you ever explain it?

The door opened quietly and I looked up to see Sue there with a large white box. She wore a robe, identical to Jill's, but bound tightly at the waist to prevent anyone seeing her breasts. She smiled at me and brought it over, kneeled on the floor, bowed her head and raised the box to Jill. I was a bit taken aback by this display of intentional submission and I suppose my eyes told Jill.

Jill laughed softly at my reaction. But she didn't say anything. Sue held her position until Jill took the box from her and laid it on the bed next to me. 




Darla's Games Day 05



"Will there be anything else Mistress?" Sue asked with her head still bowed low, looking at the floor.

"Yes." Jill said. "Drop your robe and sit against the headboard, legs spread." I looked puzzled at Jill and she just smiled. 

"Thank you Mistress." Sue said sweetly and stood up, dropped her robe and took the requested position. I watched her move there, so gracefully. Her body was lovely to behold. Her breasts firm, her pussy shaven clean. She had a tattoo of a rose just to the right of her slit.

I leaned my head up to look at her. She smiled, but didn't make eye contact with me. She knew I was watching though and I saw her shiver slightly as she spread her legs wider. Her slit was open from her legs being spread, and I could tell she was excited by something from her wetness. I could have sworn I saw it drip down to her ass crack.

She was basically about a foot from my face and I could even smell the sweet aroma of sex emanating from her body. That and a rather vanilla smell, like a body lotion.

Jill was busying herself in the box and she giggled, but not condemning. "Do you want to taste her Carrie?"

I shivered when she said it. I did, but I couldn't admit it.

"It's okay if you do. She is delicious and she so rarely gets anyone to taste her." Jill encouraged me. "I saw you with Farin; you are quite good at it. I'm sure you will turn my little Sue into a quivering, sweating mass of orgasmic flesh in no time."

"Do you want me to?" My eyes never left Sue's pussy as I spoke to Jill. I heard Sue moan slightly as Jill spoke and knew this time I saw a droplet of moisture trickle down her quim.

Jill laughed lightly. "You aren't a sub Carrie. Maybe you will be one day. But I doubt it. Go ahead, do it if you like, don't worry about what I want. I can guarantee you that Sue wants you to. There is no pressure though, if you don't want to, then don't. Sue has orgasmed already today; she isn't in need like you are."

I crawled closer to her and inhaled her scent through my nose. Vanilla and musk. It smelled heavenly. Sue shifted her pussy closer so she could prop it up for me. I placed my hands on her thighs and looking up at her, I saw her eyes meet mine for a moment. She was smiling at me. I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to her open hole.

She shivered from the anticipation, but then just watched me with interest as I moved on. I licked her lips on the outside. I moved to her inner lips. I licked her clit. I sucked her clit. I tongue fucked her hole. Everything I did got no reaction from her. She just smiled at me, lust in her eyes as she enjoyed it. I could tell from her expression she was feeling good, but at the same time, I was confused. Nothing I did seemed to make a difference.

I tried lapping hard. I tried kissing softly. I tried sucking. I tried nibbling. I stuck my tongue tip to her asshole. I did dozens of things and still, the same, excited, contented smile.

Jill laughed again; she had been watching me for the past fifteen minutes as well. "Sue?"

Sue looked away from me and to Jill, but not to her eyes, I could tell. "Cum".

Her eyes shot down and she dug her fingertips into her thighs so hard I thought she would rip her skin off. I started sucking and slurping as she came. And she came so hard. Her abundant juices splashed against my face. She moaned so loud as she came and came and came and I sucked and licked and lapped and rubbed my clit against the bed as I enjoyed her orgasm.

I swear the girl came for like five minutes straight before she fell back panting in exhaustion. She leaned against the headboard and smiled weakly at me. I was amazed; I had never seen such a release in my life. 

She opened her eyes, still moaning in pleasure. "Thank You Mistress."

Thank You Mistress? The words stung. I just lapped her pussy for like fifteen minutes straight. My tongue and my jaw ached and she thanked Jill?

I looked back at Jill astonished. She laughed sweetly again.

"Oh Carrie, you are so precious." She giggled. "Sue."

Sue sat up straight at once and looked at Jill, though not at her eyes. "Yes Mistress?"

"Cum." Jill said in her sexiest voice.

Sue started quivering and shaking and moaning at once. I turned and watched her. I could tell it wasn't as powerful as the last one, but she was definitely climaxing and nobody had even touched her. It didn't last as long, about a minute maybe and she fell relaxed again. Her eyes fluttered.

"Thank You Mistress." She said again.

My eyes were wide open and I turned to look at Jill again. She smiled at me.

"Sue," she said, "How long have we been together?"

"Five years one hundred seventeen days and..." her eyes scanned the room. 

Jill smiled and pulling her cell phone from the pocket of her robe she said, "It's 5:12". "twenty two hours and eighteen minutes Mistress." Sue finished.

My mouth dropped open more if that were possible.

"How many times have I gone down on you Sue?" She asked.

"Never Mistress." Sue said and she sounded revolted by the suggestion.

"How many times have you gone down on me Sue?" Jill asked.

"Two thousand six hundred and eighty-three times Mistress." She answered without a moment's hesitation.

I gasped.

Jill looked at me and smiled. "Close your mouth Carrie."

I closed my mouth but my eyes were so wide I knew I looked ridiculous.

Jill giggled. "Do you understand what I taught you tonight Carrie?"

I gulped. "I think so... Mis..." I caught myself. "Jill."

Sue giggled and Jill did as well. I felt stupid suddenly and I blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed Carrie. You are still very young and impressionable. Even younger than Sue when we met." Jill smiled.

My eyes wandered off to the floor and I let my amazement wash over me. 

"Carrie?" Jill called to me and I stared off still in a daze. "Look at me darling."

I looked up into her eyes. "I would never let my sub look me in the eyes. Do you understand now?"

I didn't really grasp the term 'sub' at that time, so I was confused about that, but I fully understood what she was saying. I nodded my head, my vocal chords seemed to busy to speak at the moment.

"Okay." Jill broke the silence. "Sue, come down here with me."

Sue sprang up, quite gracefully and silkily drifted to Jill's side, I looked over my back at the two of them, suddenly embarrassed again that they were staring at my ass.

Sue sighed and I saw a tear drip down her cheek. Jill looked at her and wiped it gently.

"Yes, I know love." She said to her. Then she turned to me. "This will sting a bit Carrie. And it might hurt a bit when Sue rubs it in. She will be as gentle as she can, but the pain you feel now will help you to recover quickly."

She turned to Sue. "You know what to do my love. I have some other things to sort out. I'll be back in a bit." And then Jill stood up. "And Sue?"

"Yes Mistress?" Her head sprang to Jill's feet. "Talk freely with Carrie. You know what subjects I would not approve of." And she left and pulled the door closed behind her.

Sue busied herself with ripping some packages that were set out on the bed and shook a bottle and then dabbed it onto some gauze. She applied it to my ass and it stung badly. I winced, but tried not to make a sound of disapproval.

"She fancies you." Sue broke the silence finally.

"Who?" I asked, turning to look at her.

Sue giggled. "You know who. I know you have a crush on her. It's okay. I'm not jealous or worried."

I blushed. 

"You were good by the way. I know it's hard with me. I would have told you what to do if Mistress had permitted it. I absolutely loved the way you went down on Farin that first time. I came like twenty times watching you, Mistress let me as much as I wanted."

"Ugh." I groaned and buried my head in my hands humiliated.

"Don't be embarrassed. Consensual sex is one of the most beautiful and wonderful things in the world." Sue nearly whispered. "I have it on disc. You should come over some time if Darla let's you and we could watch it together."

She was completely serious and I wasn't sure how to handle this information. She dabbed the liquid on my ass over and over again, each touch very gentle, but very stingingly painful. 

"Carrie?" Sue spoke and I turned to face her again. "You are a beautiful woman. Not just your looks. You really are, what does Jill call you? Oh yes, a treasure. You are a rarity. If Jill had known you before that stupid bet, she never would have arranged it, though she might have made a move on you herself."

I looked at her quite confused. "Wouldn't that have bothered you?"

Sue laughed. "God you're sweet. Listen, I mean this with all my heart. Don't let Darla fuck you up. She thinks she knows what she is doing..." Sue stopped, thinking better of finishing that sentence.

"Anyway. Just get through the dumb bet. In forty-eight days you'll be free to do what you want. And you are welcome here anytime Jill welcomes you. I like you." Sue smiled at me. 

I just stared at her. She laughed softly again. "Carrie, I can't really explain this, you have to discover something like this in your own time and your own way. I am never jealous of her and her lovers. She has them all the time. Sometimes she shares me with them, sometimes not. It doesn't matter. She would never leave me, what would be the reason for that? I am hers completely and in a way, though quite different, she is mine."

I was unable to formulate a word. 

"Okay," Sue giggled at my inability to understand her relationship. "Now, I can either just put this medicine on and basically, the surface won't sting by tonight. If you want, I can work the blood from the bruising. It will hurt, but the bruising will be less and it won't last nearly as long. Just so you understand before you answer, it would require me to massage your ass and it will definitely hurt. If I don't, well, you'll be sore a little longer, you are going to be sore awhile anyway. So, it's up to you."

I stared for a moment longer, amazed by this woman. "Umm." I kind of wanted her to touch my ass. "Yes, please do it."

She giggled. "Hey Carrie?"

"Yes?" I answered.

"You never have to say please to me, but that was very polite." She started massaging my ass. The stinging ointment had sucked a lot of the burn out, but I still cringed in pain. She rubbed and felt at my ass, like she was searching for bumps. Every time she found one she would mumble something under her breath and then push her fingers in until I thought she was going to rip my ass off. 

I grunted a lot, but I never tried to stop her or complained. It was painful, but somehow, I sensed she knew what she was doing. I grimaced and tried not to wriggle too much and in about ten minutes of excruciated search and rescue on my ass, she finished and sweetly kissed my ass.

"All done Carrie. I wish I could get away with sneaking you an orgasm, God knows you must need one by now, but..." She sighed. "Well, I hope she gives you one soon. I really do."

I did too. God I could use one. I felt Sue get up off the bed and carefully she put everything in the kit and closed it up. She then took it with her and completely naked still, she opened the door. "Just lie on your belly awhile. Take a nap if you want. Mistress will be back in her time." And she left and closed the door behind her.

I actually did doze off at some point. I had wanted to look at her wall mural some more, but my exhaustion took over and I fell fast asleep.

Minutes or hours later, I wasn't sure, but I felt a tender kiss on my cheek. I woke up softly and opened my eyes. It was Farin and she was lying next to me and gazing at me with those lovely brown eyes. "Hey sleepy head," she smiled. "We need to get you home. Come on."

I smiled and after a full body stretch and a yawn, I got up out of bed and pulled my shorts on. I felt amazingly better, in my ass that is. I was still a little tired and could hardly wait to get home and into bed.

Darla stood at the door. She was smiling at me, though it almost seemed forced. I understood a lot right then. I doubted that Jill would ever force a smile to Sue. If she were displeased, she would say so. If she were pleased, well, Sue would just know.

I walked towards the door. Whatever happened while I was in my room, I never knew. I did however; know peace on the way home. They didn't argue at all and after a quiet ride in the back seat (Farin was up front) I was home.

Darla smiled at me and stopped a block before my house. "Carrie."

"Yes?" I answered, looking up at her.

"Rebecca is a punishment from now on. Farin will look after you to make sure you do what I want you to do. If you hesitate or disobey, then I'll sick Rebecca on you again. I don't want to do it, but I need you to obey me, do you understand?" Darla asked. Farin looked back beaming.

"Yes." I answered. "But will Rebecca understand?"

"Leave that to me. I'm afraid the damage is done as far as her and Courtney knowing your secret. You still need to mind them, that hasn't changed, but I need you to understand that today, in the bathroom during lunch, was a punishment, not a whim. Do you understand that?"

"Yes." I groaned. I would have much rather had to never deal with Rebecca except as a punishment and I would be sure to never get punished again.

"Okay." Darla smiled. "I want you to rest up tonight, after your homework of course. Want me to drive you, Julie and Farin again tomorrow?" I was more confused than ever. Why was she asking me? "Do you want to drive us home tomorrow Darla?" I asked.

She giggled. "Yes, go home. See you tomorrow."

She let me out and I went home. Mom had dinner and I ate like a pig. I was starved from everything today. After dinner I went up and did my homework, naked of course. I curled under the blankets and fell asleep reading about the Civil War. It was a quite boring read.



Darla's Games Day 06



Day 6: Thursday

My alarm got me up right on time. I smiled at the clock, feeling refreshed from sleep. I groaned lightly at my ass. It did still ache quite a bit, but the burn was gone. I looked at it in the mirror and while still discolored, it seemed to be healing already.

I set about my morning chores. I sat facing the computer with my legs spread wide, imagining Jill and Sue watching me. I pictured Sue with her own legs spread, fingering herself madly, while Jill told her to cum over and over again. I spiraled quickly towards an orgasm and stopped myself just short. I was shivering with need.

Every time I touched myself, it was like the last four days of unsated desire were back on me again. I had to rest more and more between the attempts for fear I would cum at a single touch. I made a mental note to move my alarm up about a half hour tomorrow. I thought about what happened yesterday. Somehow the beating in the bathroom barely crossed my mind. 

What I thought about, what I tried to understand, was Jill and Sue. Such an amazing relationship, it filled me with wonder and intrigue. I found myself looking forward to the end of this bet so I could visit with them. I leaned up and imagined Sue licking me to orgasm after delightful orgasm and me with my face buried between Jill's thighs. I groaned in delight and had to once again yank my hand away to prevent an orgasm.

I kept going. Resting, pensively considering their relationship, then ramming myself full steam towards an orgasm that had me between Jill and Sue. I finished all five near orgasms before I went to shower for the first time since this nightmare began. It was refreshing to know I wouldn't stink of sex and sweat for a change.

I showered, gave myself the enema. I hated that, but it wasn't really so bad anymore. It was disgusting and uncomfortable, but not so terrible. I showered and washed my hair. I dried off on my way to my room and shut the door. 

I put on my nipple bands and wrote DARLA in my ass. I was singing while I was doing it. That was odd. Finally, I dressed. I picked out the least revealing shirt and skirt I could find and put them on. I put on my boots and headed down with my book bag. I had a cup of coffee with Mom, ate a banana and rolled out for school.

Julie was at the bus stop and I instantly engaged her into conversation. We talked about school and cheerleading and the party. I told her my stomach was in pain. She laughed. 

"Rebecca can be a bitch." Julie smiled.

I thought, 'if you only knew.' 

"You don't have any baby fat." She giggled. "In case you didn't know."

I stuck my tongue out at her. 

We got off the bus and I parted from Julie, and headed to the bathroom. Farin saw me in the hall and skipped towards me. She was smiling brightly. I smiled back at her and we walked into the bathroom together. We went to the last stall and closed the door behind us. 

I went to show her my ass and she giggled. "Carrie, I trust you. Just tell me if you didn't do something and we'll fix it."

I looked at her and smiled.

"Now get over here and kiss me please. I was so spoiled Tuesday night and I missed you." Farin smiled.

We kissed and hugged and felt each other up. I slid my hand under her skirt and felt her ass. She did the same. I winced and she pulled away.

"Oh God baby, I'm so sorry. I forgot." Farin apologized.

I giggled. "It's okay Farin. It actually feels much better."

"Jill knows her shit." Farin smiled.

I thought, 'oh yes she does', but I didn't say it. I fell back into Farin's arms and we kissed. About then, the phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out as Farin and I continued to kiss. I laughed and pushed her away as I pulled the phone to my ear.

"Good morning Darla." Farin started sucking on my earlobe and making me giggle.

"Good morning slut." Darla stated in her normal 'cheerful' manner. "I want you to understand something."

Farin lifted my shirt and started sucking my nipple. I tried to push her away, but she pushed me against the wall, giggling. "Ow!" My head hit the wall.

"Tell my sister to stop Carrie." She must have heard her.

"Farin, please stop. Darla said so." I told her.

"Ohhh" She said, laughing and feasted on my nipple again while holding me against the wall. 

I moaned and then pulled the phone back to my ear. "Okay, Darla."

"Okay, little girl," Darla began, "I know you are all on cloud nine again. Get off it now."

Farin shoved a hand under my skirt and slipped her fingers towards my snatch. I giggled and tried to pull away. "Stop it Farin." I told her, while holding my hand over the receiver.

"Today, you will go into the bathroom as you did yesterday, only you will take your shirt off, pull your skirt up and stand with your legs wide open and eyes closed. Farin will come in once, Rebecca once and Courtney once. You will call me after each time and tell me who you think it was. We will do this every class break until you get it right."

I was squirming and Farin forced two fingers up my wet pussy. She kept sucking my nipple. I moaned into the phone.

"God damn it Carrie. Put my sister on the phone." Darla yelled.

I panted as I pushed the phone down to Farin's ear. I could still hear her screaming. Farin giggled at her and I began to think that this was not going to work. Apparently, Darla had the same thought though for different reasons. 

"Fine, I'm sorry Darla." Farin spat and she pulled her fingers out of me and released my nipple and pulled my shirt down over my breasts.

She handed me back the phone and sat back and grinned at me.

"You can start after first period." She said. "After cheer practice, tell Julie you forgot a book from your locker. Go upstairs and strip naked in the hall and put all your clothes in your locker. Then go into your homeroom and sit under your teacher's desk."

I shook my head as the words sunk in.

"Carrie? You got it?" Darla asked.

"I ..." I stammered.

Darla laughed. "Someone will be up for you, don't worry, I won't leave you there long. Have a great day." *click*

My mouth opened wide. I told Farin about it and she laughed.

"God, that is so hot." Farin said and started in again.

"If it's so hot why don't you do it?" I laughed.

She shoved me against the wall and lifted my skirt. She sank to her knees and I instinctively spread my legs. She looked up at me smiling. "Because I'm not a slut." She laughed and slammed her mouth on my pussy.

I moaned loud. God, it felt so good. "Oh Farin, please don't. Honey, I can't last long."

She slurped loudly as she smacked her lips sucking and licking my slit. I was spiraling to orgasm fast. She licked and sucked and slurped. I was going to cum. She wasn't going to stop and I couldn't gather the willpower to stop her. "I..." 

And just as I was on the pinnacle, she yanked away and tugged my skirt down. She laughed at me as I humped my hips at her.

"God damn you Farin, it isn't funny!" I screamed and grabbed my bag.

She blocked the door, still laughing at me. 

"Fuck you Farin, it isn't funny." I was insane with need.

"Oh Carrie. I love you. Kiss me." She moved to kiss me and I pushed her away.

I backed into the stall and pouted at her.

She laughed. "Carrie."

"Just shut up Farin. It isn't funny. You have no idea what it's like."

"Yes, actually I do." Farin said and she smiled. "Baby, look, I hope like hell that I get to give you that orgasm when it's time. I think, given how well I know your body, that Darla will let me do it for you. When you go a long time without cumming, and then you finally get to cum..." She closed her eyes and moaned. "It is unbelievable. I have been there. I know."

She leaned in to kiss me again. I maintained my anger and turned away. "You smell like pussy. Brush your stinking teeth." 

I couldn't hold it, I laughed. She laughed. And we kissed again.

"Hey Carrie?" She said between kisses.

"Yeah Farin?"

"Will you go down on me today?" She moaned and kissed me again.

"Sure." I muttered.

We kissed again. I was a little pissed at her for wanting me to go down on her. But, if the roles were reversed, I guess I would want the same. The bell rang.

We broke off the kiss and headed to our homerooms. Overall, it was a normal first period again. I was apprehensive about the after school nudity planned, but I didn't let it affect me too much. Julie had narrowed her Friday party dress decision to a red dress I had seen her in before. I thought it looked great and told her so. The other option was a blue dress that I hadn't seen. They both sounded lovely and I offered to come over to look at them after school.

The bell rang to end class and I headed to the bathroom. I wondered what the three girls would do that would make it so hard to tell them apart. Farin loves me, Rebecca hates me and Courtney wanted me to go down on her. Pretty simple stuff, I thought.

Nonetheless, I was a ball of nerves as I closed the stall door. I put my shirt in my bag, lifted my skirt up above my hips and closed my eyes and spread my legs. I listened for the door. It opened about half a minute later and I shivered.

I kept my eyes closed and heard the door open, shut and latch. Two hands reached out and touched my breasts. I gasped. They fondled me and then rolled my nipples. I moaned. The hands squeezed my nipples and then I felt lips touch my left nipple as the hand left.

She was sucking my nipple and I was quaking in my boots. I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment. She switched to the other nipple and sucked. I was in heaven. She kissed down over my belly. Her breath was so hot and lovely.

She then placed both hands on my breasts and touched her tongue to my clit. I shook in desperate need almost right away. "Oh God." I moaned. The tongue worked my pussy up and down. I was pretty sure it wasn't Farin. She had never done it quite like this. 

I grunted and moaned again. One hand left my breast and reached into my up turned skirt pocket. She pulled out my phone and flipped it open. I heard her pushing numbers into the phone and then hit the talk button. She pushed it into my hand and resumed lapping my pussy.

"Who is it slut?" Darla asked.

I moaned. "C-Courtney." I gasped as she latched onto my clit and sucked.

"Talk to you next period." Darla laughed. "Keep your eyes closed until she leaves the bathroom." *click*

I closed the phone and the unknown tongue left my quivering pussy.

She opened the door and left. I waited until I heard the bathroom door open and close. I opened my eyes and pulled my skirt down and got my shirt from my bag and put it on as well. I was so needy. God, I wanted nothing more than to cum.

I strolled out of the bathroom and into second period math. I looked inside as I entered the room to see Courtney and Rebecca whispering to one another and giggling. I rolled my eyes. With a deep exhale, I went to my chair without acknowledging them. Farin would be there soon.

I gasped. Farin wasn't there. Was it Farin? Oh God, if I got Farin wrong.

But whoever she was left before me. So it couldn't be Farin. I thought maybe I was right. 

Rebecca leaned over to me and whispered, "Courtney wants you to go down on her before practice today. Find an excuse to stay behind Julie."

I groaned. Courtney giggled.

Farin walked in, smiling at me and flopped into her chair.

"Hey Farin." Rebecca called to her. She shrugged her off. Amazing how love can make you rethink your friends.

"Was it you?" I whispered to Farin.

She giggled. "No, no, no Carrie. You have to play fair. I'll tell you at fourth period."

We held hands. The bell rang and Mr. Thatch started the class after roll call.

Rebecca stuck a piece of paper in my right hand and giggled like mad. I was going to just drop it, but thinking it might be incriminating, I kept it. Opening the piece of paper, I read what the bitch had to say.

Carrie is such a slut

I know, what is your point?

I need an orgasm

When do you want it?

Now

Trade seats with me

I looked up and Rebecca winked at me. While Mr. Thatch looked at the board, she switched seats with Courtney, who squeezed into the seat, turned her legs toward me and kept her top half facing the front of the classroom. She rested her head on her right hand and turned to look at me. She blew me a kiss.

I rolled my eyes. She spread her legs and just kept smiling at me. When I didn't do anything, she reached up and took my right hand and pulled it onto her thigh. I sighed and slid my hand up her inner thigh, under her skirt.

I looked around desperately. I sure as hell didn't want anyone to see what I was doing. We were in the back, so someone would have to blatantly turn around in their seat to see anything, and since I was doing this inside her thigh and under her skirt, it would be a near impossibility for anyone to do more than imagine they saw what they thought they saw. 

When my fingertips touched her panty clad mound, I mistakenly looked at her face. Courtney was looking right at me and blew me another kiss. She smiled at me, and then motioned downward with her eyes. I yanked my head back to face the front and pulled her panty to the side.

Her pussy was already very wet. I pushed two fingers tentatively into her. She wiggled a little. I started to finger her in and out and reached my thumb over her clit to stimulate her further. She leaned her pussy up to me to give me more access. 

I finger fucked her for about five minutes, thumbing her clit the whole time and she finally bucked and spasmed and her vaginal walls squeezed tight around my fingers. I just kept going until she stopped and pulled my fingers out, stretching her panty back over her open lips.

I refused to look at her and considered what to do with the heavily glistening fingers that had just been buried in her snatch. I felt her hand on my wrist and she guided my hand to my mouth. I sighed and just got it over with. I sucked my fingers off and she let my wrist go. I looked over at her and she giggled and mouthed 'thank you'. She turned back around in her seat.

I looked over at Farin. She was pissed. She had obviously seen what happened and glared at me. I shrugged my shoulders at her and exhaled heavily. What did she want me to do?

The class drug on and finally the bell rang. I decided I hated second period. I went to the bathroom and dejectedly headed into the appointed stall, removed my shirt, closed my eyes and lifted my skirt. I spread my legs and waited.

I didn't wait long. The door opened and closed and I was instantly attacked. A mouth landed on my nipple and fingers at my pussy and another hand on my unoccupied breast. I bit my lip not to moan. The fingers were accurate in their guess that I hadn't needed any warming up as they shoved in and out in a flurry. 

The eagerness made me think of Farin and when the mouth left my nipple and traded places with the fingers that had been shoved up my cunt, I knew it was her. Her right hand left my breast, fished out my phone and dialed, then pushed it to my hand. She never stopped devouring my pussy and I was fighting with all my being not to cum. I hadn't been told, but I figured the punishment would be severe.

"Who is it slut?" Darla asked laughingly.

"Fuck," I gasped trying not to cum so hard it hurt, "Farin," I moaned, "It's Farin."

"Okay, good girl," Darla replied. "You know your pussy eaters well. Rebecca would have been last so you win this game. Do you want to cum Carrie?"

I moaned so loudly, I was worried people would hear it even out in the busy halls. "Yes, please." I begged.

Darla laughed. "Soon my little girl, but not today. Tell Farin to stop before she gives you a heart attack."

"F-Farin, God, please stop!" I grunted, moaning with lust.

Farin giggled and giving a last lick from hole to clit she pulled away and stood up. 

"Good girl Carrie. I hope one day you will be able to stop yourself. But I know it will take awhile." Darla said. "Go to class you saucy little slut." *click*

"Open your eyes." Farin said. "You know it's me anyway."

I opened my eyes and saw her with her face glistening with my juices. "Lick the juice off my face Carrie." 

I hesitated. I didn't really want to. But Farin came close and kissed me and I did. I tasted myself on her tongue and face. I didn't taste bad, but it was repulsive to me for some reason to taste myself. Still, I licked her face because she wanted me to.

When I finished to her satisfaction, we kissed again and then I got my shirt on and my skirt down and we parted ways for third period. I was ecstatic that I wouldn't spend any time alone with Rebecca. My ass, though visibly healing quite well, was still quite sore, a constant reminder to me never to piss Darla off again.

Still, all these things were so subordinate in my mind to the time I spent last night with Jill and Sue. I couldn't wait for another opportunity to share the company of either of them. I really desperately wanted to spend the night in the spare bedroom, pull all the furniture into the center of the room, and spend a sleepless night tracing the entire mural.

I promised myself to make that happen some day. For some reason, I think Jill would be pleased if I did. And Sue, well, I think she would be pleased as well. I had always thought she didn't like me before last night. She was an odd person to be sure. 

Every other time I had seen her, she seemed so, unintelligent. I saw her in a whole new light now, like she was a lot more than a scantily clad, slutty looking... okay, now I was describing myself as well. Was Darla trying to make me into a Sue for her? I surely hoped not. 

And as that thought crossed my mind, Julie jumped out and screeched a happy hello and made me jump in surprise at her jolting me from my thoughts. We went to third period together and remained bored through another forty-five minutes on the Civil War.

Bell rang, and I was relieved as hell I didn't have to rush off to a fucking bathroom stall for the first time in two days. I walked the halls with Julie and we laughed and talked and it was just awesomely normal and boring. 

In Biology, we were learning about human anatomy, and there were always giggles during the class. I hadn't really partaken of the subject matter in the last few days due to my apprehension at other aspects of my life. It was refreshing to slide a note to Julie about the flaccid penis pictured on page 72 of our book.

We headed together for lunch, Farin joined us from Biology. I had to reconcile my feelings for Farin, because while I was very into her sexually, I wasn't sure where this was going. But, for now, I could put that on hold. 

Julie and I sat with the cheerleaders and I got more than one dirty look from our friends at 'our' table. Sara kept looking back at us, I missed her. I missed all of them really. Julie, on the other hand, didn't seem to miss them at all.

She was getting along so well with the other cheerleaders. Not Farin so much, she was too far up my ass to give Julie much notice. Not Rebecca either, to her, Julie was just an annoyance that was necessary to deal with me. But she wasn't even sitting next to me. She sat over with April and Courtney. The same Courtney, who occasionally blew me a kiss or winked at me from across the table. 

I felt like I was losing my BFF and it really bothered me. Especially to that dyke Courtney. I was really starting to hate her. She was so non-reciprocal, just wanted me to go down on her at the drop of a hat. It was kind of sexy, but annoying.

Farin, if she were any closer, she would be on my lap. She was totally trying to publicize our relationship and I was sure I wasn't ready for that. I mean, most people I knew were pretty liberal when it comes to bi-sexuality, but lesbianism was rather taboo. It was an instant one way ticket to freakdom.




Darla's Games Day 06



So, I endured her hand on my thigh under the table and moved it when it crept up. Eventually, when I didn't return her little giggles at her game of cat and mouse, she acted pissed at me and moved her hand off me altogether. She pouted and wouldn't talk to me the rest of lunch. I was surrounded by my fellow cheerleaders and still I felt so alone.

April brought up the subject of yesterday's lunch party and everyone jumped in with their own commentary. The 'terms of endearment' for the leather clad slut burned my ears and flushed my face and I had to mentally fight my hands from trembling with humiliation. 

"So when are we going to get to use her again?" Courtney asked, looking directly at me.

Rebecca giggled. "I'm not sure. But I would bet she will make another appearance. She just can't stay away from stinky panties."

They all laughed. Farin flat out refused to console me in any way as punishment for my earlier denial of her. 

"Oh, sorry Carrie," Courtney smiled at me, her eyes never left me even in the fits of laughter, "I'm sure you will be there next time." She giggled.

The bell rang and I gladly got up from the table. I waited for Julie to join me, but ...

"Hey Julie, want to walk up by my locker?" April asked her, "I have this awesome new song on my MP3 if you want to listen on the spare." She was referring to her spare earphone. Julie accepted the offer and I dejectedly walked to my locker alone.

I got my book bag and started towards Spanish. Julie and April were dancing down the hall, each with an ear plug. I was jealous and I hated it. I mean, as much time as I had been drug away from her in the past three days, I guess I should have been more understanding, but I didn't want to be understanding.

By the time I got to class, I was fuming. Julie showed up laughing and humming to herself. "Hey Carrie, you should hear that song, it was full out nasty."

I glared at her. "Yeah, you and April," and I strung out the name with obvious distaste, "really seemed to like it."

She glared back at me. "What the hell Carrie? Maybe if you could yank yourself away from Farin," she insulted her name with even greater disdain, "then I wouldn't have to spend time with April."

"Whatever." I muttered.

"Jesus." She returned and slammed her book bag on the desk and dropped heavily into her seat. "You have some nerve." She added.

We sat there looking at the blackboard until the bell rang, both refusing to look at each other. Okay, it was childish behavior at best, but I guess it had to happen sooner or later.

Miss Capano started speaking in Spanish and one of my favorite classes was suddenly a lot less fun. We sat in silence for about fifteen minutes before Miss Capano strolled through the students who were appropriately repeating the Spanish phrases that she said and noticed that we were not participating.

"Que es la problema?" She asked me and Julie and all eyes turned to us and we were instantly embarrassed.

"Nada" I responded.

"Mi amiga esta un adoquin." Julie grumbled.

I got the 'my friend' but didn't know the translation to 'fool'. Miss Capano giggled at my blank look.

"Enseno que vosotros besa y amistar. Ustedes hace estupido. Ustedes estas muy bien amigas." She smiled.

I was pretty much at a total loss in interpretation because she spoke so fast and fluently. Julie was much better at Spanish. Roughly translated, you two should kiss and make up, you are being stupid, and you are best friends.

"Mi amiga insultame." Julie returned.

"Su amiga amate." Miss Capano smiled at her. "Attencion en classe chicas." And she went back to teaching.

"Esta verdad." I mumbled. 

Julie looked at me, waiting to find out what was true.

"Amate, bitch." I grumbled and then laughed. She couldn't keep a straight face and laughed too.

I think Miss Capano heard it too, because I saw her giggle just before she said the next phrase, which was Spanish for My uncle has a fishing boat.

We got back into the class and it was all pretty much forgotten for the moment. We went to gym class together and wow, what a surprise; Rebecca stopped me to talk about something while Julie excused herself to join April on the way to the lockers.

"What?" I glared at her. She was pissing me off again. 

She smiled evilly and I couldn't help but to gulp. "Well, Farin hasn't really been on the same 'team' lately so I am thinking of replacing her as my second."

I looked at her stunned. I know this whole thing was a bit of a rift between them, but they had been good friends for years. 

"Yeah, I was thinking of bumping her for Courtney." She smiled at me. "Courtney seems a bit more in touch with what the team needs."

I looked up and down the halls. There were some people milling about back and forth. "Come with me for a second." I said, and headed to the bathroom.

She didn't follow me, just stared at me. "Please!" I said, angry that she made me say that.

She followed me and we went into the bathroom and into the last stall. I shut and locked the door behind us. "What do you want?" I asked.

Her mouth widened into the broadest of grins. "What makes you think I want something from you that I don't already have Carrie?"

I was so close to punching her in the face. I twitched with anger at her. "If I say something to Darla, she will yank you right out of this whole thing and you know it. And believe me, I won't miss you one bit."

"Ahh, but if I am out, you are obviously off the squad. And," she gasped dramatically, "So is poor Julie. I mean, between you and me, she is a great addition to the team, but I'm afraid without you, she's gone."

I didn't get where she was going yet, but she had just threatened two of the most important people in my life right now and I was getting protective and angry.

Rebecca laughed lightly. "Okay, I'll make a deal with you. For every favor I do for you, or more specifically for your friends, you will do a favor for me. Anything I want. And you never tell Darla about it."

This was what I had been afraid of since Rebecca first got involved. I always knew she was a conniving little bitch and now she was going to start working her own angles. I knew if I told Darla, she would set the little whore straight, but once that was done, once she was removed once and for all from my torture; she still had hooks on important people in my life that she had never held before.

"What do you want Rebecca?" I asked her fuming.

"I want your word that you will do what I want. A favor for a favor. The only promises I will make you as that you won't be marked, your virginity won't be taken, because frankly I think it is hilarious that you are a virgin and I will keep each promise I make. Oh, and I won't call a favor if it would interfere with Darla's use of you."

I stared at her hard. "You are such a bitch Rebecca."

She slapped my face. "I know I am."

I gripped a fist, ready to beat her ass, but I thought of Farin and Julie. I never wanted Julie to be involved in this in any way. And Farin, it was her trademark to be a cheerleader. Losing that would hurt her and I didn't want that either. 

"I think I'll just tell Darla. You wouldn't dare to kick them off the squad. You would lose you're hold over me. And then..." I looked up at her and smiled maliciously. "You would find out what a bitch I can be."

She dropped her smile for a moment and let that sentiment roll through her head. "Okay, that is a good point. Problem is, in forty-eight days, it is over. I did promise to never let out any of the secrets, so unfortunately, that isn't really leverage. However, there are other things I can do, like I just said, I can kick Julie and Farin off the squad."

My vicious smile dropped. "I see." I thought for awhile. "Look, Rebecca, I am not going to be your bitch all year. Once this bet is over, I'm done with this stupid crap."

"I know that." Rebecca smiled. "I know that once things are put back to normal, you are off the squad and back to plotting some vengeance on me that you will never get. I'm not stupid Carrie. That is your problem; you think you are so much smarter than everyone else."

"I never thought you were stupid Rebecca." I lied; I really did think she was an idiot.

"Whatever, don't blow smoke up my ass." She laughed. "So? Will you do it?"

The bell rang and I started. 

"So what, we're late, you should be used to laps by now. What is your answer?" Rebecca asked, a bit less sure of herself than she had been when we came in here.

"Yeah, I'll do it. Nothing long term. I'm not giving you a month for a favor or anything like that."

"Nothing long term. One night or day or maybe even just an hour or two per favor, which is all I want." Rebecca responded.

"Okay, two favors." I muttered.

She laughed. "No, that is to start with. Want to go over my list of favors now?" She grinned.

I started to feel the temperature rise in my head again. "Sure. What do you have?" "Farin and Julie stay on the team, which is two. Farin keeps her position as second, which is three. They both get to attend cheerleader parties, five. They both get to attend all cheerleader functions, seven. I think homecoming brings us to nine. I leave Julie out of the initiation, ten. Unfortunately, to do that, I really need to leave you out of the initiation, eleven. We arrange for Julie to have transportation to all of the cheerleader events, practices, and work outs, I think that is generous for one favor, but twelve."

"If I keep them both in for basketball season, which doubles to twenty-four. If I keep them on for baseball season, thirty-six. I'd like to bargain for the summer as well, but I don't think that would be quite fair by then, so I'll let it go. Thirty-six favors, are you in?"

"Give me an example." I muttered.

"An example of what?" Rebecca asked. I could tell by her grin, she already knew I would do it, now we were just negotiating limitations on the favors.

"Of a favor." I replied.

"Oh no, that is for me to know and you to find out. I already gave you my promises of what they won't be. I also may not use them all up before the bet is over, so you may still be doing me favors next summer if I don't. But, obviously, the things you do for me because of Darla will stop with the bet; these favors are just between you and me."

"Can I think about it?" I asked.

"Sure, but if you go to Darla, all bets are off. If she confronts me about this in any way, then you won't get a second chance. Give me your answer tomorrow morning." She smiled and opened the stall door.

"Let's go to gym class." She giggled. I followed her to the locker room.

I still had to hide my ass for awhile, so I was glad nobody was left in the lockers when we got there. Our lockers are on different aisles, so we changed in silence and went out to the gymnasium together. 

"Miss Fitch, I think it is wonderful how you love to run. Perhaps you should join the track team. On my mark ladies, loser gets a bonus two laps." Miss Nichols said.

Rebecca looked at me. I sneered at her. We were going to race. This was one thing I could do to her. A little taste of vengeance. 

"Go!" Miss Nichols yelled and we did.

Rebecca had an advantage over me because of her longer legs, but I had a determination that I don't think she shared. Sure, she hated me and wanted to beat me on the track, but for me, this was like a payback run. Winning this run was the only thought in my mind. It was juvenile, thinking that making her do two extra laps was in any way equivocal to the hell she put me through, but it was all I had at the moment.

I was tearing down the track, at the end of the first lap, we were neck and neck and she kept looking at me angrily as I kept her running hard. My breasts flopped wildly without the support of a bra, they hurt, but I didn't care. I had been dealing with pain enough to make it a minor inconvenience.

Our race had gained us some attention. Miss Nichols watched and pulled her stop watch out as we hit the start line for the second lap. Julie was with 'our crew' though we were losing them, but they were standing and watching as well. Sara cheered me on as I crossed the start line.

By the second lap, we were both huffing and puffing and red in the face. Sweat was dripping from our bodies and foreheads. I pedaled as fast as I could, but she kept pace with me. The ferocious pace we kept, amplified by Miss Nichols yelling, excellent lap girls, had drawn the attention of the entire class by now.

By lap three, I was panting for breath, but Rebecca was too. I felt a sharp pain in my side and ignored it. The cheerleaders, though torn since we were both one of 'them' had taken up squealing and encouraging Rebecca. It made me smile to hear Farin cheer out for me. 

Fourth lap, she lost a few steps, but as we circled for the final lap, she started sprinting harder and made it up. Julie, Sara, Gina, Cat and Jen were all screaming for me. The cheerleaders were chanting for Rebecca. I kicked my feet as fast as they would go. We rounded the last turn and she was right on me. I grabbed every last bit of energy and my body and my legs felt like they were a blur. I blasted past her on the last straight stretch and beat her ass.

My girls cheered me. Even Julie. Rebecca was burnt out and stopped, bent over and heaving for breath. I slowed to an unsteady walk and, dripping with sweat, went over to join my friends in celebration. I looked back and Rebecca was furious.

"Excellent run girls." Miss Nichols said. "Best I've ever seen. Rebecca, walk the last two off."

I was too tired to do anything on the first station. My posse kept congratulating me and laughing with me. And it felt awesome. I knew I'd be paid back later tenfold, but it felt great. My girls were with me, Julie was with me, I was a leader again, for the thirty minutes left in gym class.

Heading back to the lockers, I knew I needed a shower desperately. I reeked of sweat. I was drenched from the run. Still, I knew with the state of my ass, there was no way I could do it with everyone there. I excused myself subtly from the throng and went into a stall to sit and wait until they all left.

A minute later there was a knock on the stall door. "Open up." Courtney chirped.

"Please leave me alone." I pleaded.

She giggled. "Open u-up" Courtney sang.

I flicked the lock open and she opened the door and came in and locked it behind her. "Don't you just love sweat?" She giggled.

She just stood there smiling at me and when my eyes met hers, she pointed them downward. I pulled her shorts and panty down over her ass and pulled her closer. It was a sucky angle at best. She couldn't spread her legs much with her shorts around her thighs and I couldn't get into her pussy very well sitting on the toilet seat.

She just smiled at me as I tried to tilt my head for a better angle to get my tongue at her sweaty snatch. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles and she obligingly stepped out of them and then lifted a foot to the toilet seat to give me access.

I did my best to get it over with and was rewarded with her orgasmic juices flowing onto my face within a couple of minutes after I had the right angle. She waited until I licked her clean and then put her panty and shorts on. She leaned into my ear and whispered. "I am so glad you joined the squad." She giggled and left.

I figured it was safe to exit the stall now. Sure enough, the bell rang in a few seconds and as everyone else left to seventh period, I grabbed a towel and went to the showers. Courtney was still in there; she looked at me and smiled. "Come here." She whispered. "Hurry, I'm late."

I took off my gym clothes and went into the showers with my towel. I tossed it over a shower head close to her. "What?" I asked her.

"Do it again." She giggled.

"Not here," I retorted. 

"Yes, here." She giggled again and pointed at her pussy with both hands. "Come on, you know you want to."

"No, I really don't." I answered and turned on a shower head.

She walked over to me and slapped my bare ass and I cringed. She pressed her tits into my back and wrapped her arms around me and leaned down to my ear. "Eat my pussy here and now bitch or I will tell Julie who ate her pussy yesterday."

I turned to her with ferocity on my face. "You are sworn to secrecy or you wouldn't have been allowed to know." I challenged. She laughed. "I know about your bet thingee. I'm not in it. Besides, I won't tell her, I'll just find a way to help her find the truth. And you'll never be able to know for sure it was me." She winked at me. Even when she called me a bitch, she had her cheerful little singing voice.

"Fuck you Courtney."

She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. "Yes please, with your tongue, now." And she pressed down on my shoulders. I let a tear join the water flowing over my face and went down on her again. To my relief, nobody came into the shower, though people were coming in for seventh period gym class. I heard more and more voices and decided to hurry it along. She seemed in no rush and didn't seem to care if we got caught.

I licked and sucked her pussy and clit. I shoved my tongue in her hole. I nibbled her clit with my teeth, albeit gently. She came and grabbed my head and rubbed her climaxing quim all over it. Then she grabbed my towel and started drying off on her way out of the showers.

I stood up after realizing I was still kneeling as she walked off with my towel. It wasn't a big deal; I'd grab another out in the entranceway. I decided to shower the pussy and sweat off me and relax in the shower a minute. Being late to class was becoming quite habitual of late. I hoped no teacher would tell my mom.

I went out of the shower and instinctively reached for the pile of clean towels that consistently resided on the bench outside the shower room. There were none left. I had thought that there were some there besides mine when I came in. Oh well, I went to pick up my gym clothes. They were in a desperate need of laundering after that run. They were gone.

I panicked. What had that bitch done?

Outside the showers, the sophomores were changing into their gym clothes. I went to the corner and looked out into the main aisle. No basket, even of dirty towels. I was furious and dripping wet. I went to my locker, stomping past sophomores who jumped out of my way. Some of them were taller than me, but they could see by my face, I was not to be trifled with. I opened my locker door and only the helplessness of the situation kept me from screaming.

My clothes were gone. All of them. Even my shoes. The only thing left was the cell phone. I picked it up. I turned to some girl a few lockers down. Standing bare ass naked and dripping wet, I thought about stealing her clothes. I stomped down the aisle to Miss Nichols office. She wasn't there; she was in the gymnasium still. 

Some little blonde was walking by in her gym clothes and I grabbed her shoulder. "Tell Miss Nichols to come in here."

She shook her little head yes and ran off like I was some kind of a monster. I went into the bathroom and started yanking paper towels out to dry off. The damned dispenser had one towel left. I cursed. I went back out into the lockers, determined to steal some clothes and kill Courtney. I walked back to my locker, half expecting my clothes to be back in it with a note that said Ha Ha very funny. It was still empty. 

The bell had rung minutes ago. I was missing 7th period. I waited, but Miss Nichols never came in. That little punk sophomore must not have told her. The locker room was completely empty except for me. I sat on the bench and waited for something to happen. I wondered if Miss King was asking for me. Maybe she would have someone track me down in gym class and I could get them to bring me something to wear.




Darla's Games Day 06



I heard giggling at the end of the locker room where it turns the corner and joins the entrance to the boys' locker room. "Carrie!" A voice squealed and then ran away and up the stairs.

I hadn't recognized the voice. I walked over towards the entrance and saw a piece of paper folded up on the floor. I rolled my eyes and went to retrieve it.

'Carrie' The front of the folded page read.

'Next time I ask you to eat me, I expect you to do it right away. Don't underestimate the ditzy cheerleader. Hugs and Kisses, Courtney'

"AGHHHHHHH!" I yelled. Was there no end to how many people wanted to torment me? I walked back and sat on the bench. I'd skip seventh period and wait for Julie to come for cheerleader practice. Farin would be here too. I just hated missing Art class.

I watched the big clock on the wall tick away the minutes and when I figured the sophomores would start coming back to the lockers, I got up and went and sat in a stall. I timed it pretty well. They started coming in and changing and showering and getting ready to leave at final bell. I waited for the bell to ring and then waited for the squad to come down to the lockers to change into their uniforms.

I waited and waited. I figured the waiting must have thrown off my concept of time. I looked at the clock on the cell phone. School had been over for fifteen minutes. Just when I was about to rip lockers off their hinges or try to scavenge a towel from somewhere, the phone rang. Darla! She would help me.

"Hey Darla!" I nearly shouted in excitement as I answered the phone.

"Hi Carrie." It was Courtney. I fell to the floor. "Nobody named Darla here, sorry. Hey, aren't you coming to practice? We are all out here waiting. Didn't you get the notice that we are practicing in street clothes today?" She giggled.

I heard Darla in the background. "Give me my phone you naughty girl." She laughed. "Gotta go Carrie. See ya later chicky babe." Courtney said as she passed the phone to Darla.

"Darla! Help me! That bitch Courtney stole my clothes!" I plead.

"I know Carrie, she told me. It's just awful!" Darla laughed.

"Please Darla." I begged her.

"Since you are skipping practice, and believe me Rebecca is pissed at you, go on up to your homeroom and I'll send someone in with your clothes." Darla instructed.

Looking down the hall and making sure it was clear, tossing my clothes in my locker and ducking into the adjoining classroom was one thing that I was not at all interested in doing, but had resigned myself to seeing through. Walking bare ass naked through the entire school, because my homeroom was two floors up on the opposite side of school, was an entirely different issue.

"Please Darla, that is ... I can't do that!" I pleaded.

"Are you hesitating Carrie? Rebecca is right here, you already owe her for a hesitation yesterday. Do you want another?"

"Darla!" I shouted. "I can't run through the whole school naked!"

"You can and you will. The question is how many hesitations you give before you leave. That is one; I'll allow the first for free." Darla retorted.

"Please Darla! I'll do anything. Please don't make me do this." I was literally on my knees begging.

"That is two so a total of three. Want four?" Darla asked, completely unmoved.

"No." I answered.

"Good girl. Remember our little game outside the pool hall?" Darla asked.

"Yes." The game was one where I had to go outside in the alley and sit naked and wait for her. It was horrible.

"Same game, kind of." She giggled. "I have a skirt, a shirt, a pair of gym shorts, a gym shirt, two pairs of socks, a pair of boots and a pair of sneakers. I will send one item in at a time over the course of the next forty-five minutes. If, when the carrier of the garment arrives, you are laying spread eagle on your teacher's desk, eyes closed and one hand on your breast and one on your pussy masturbating, then they will toss the item inside and leave. If you are not doing any of those things, then they will leave with the item and I will toss the item in the trunk. When you have enough clothing that you are ready to come down to the car, call me. When the last item has been left or returned, I will call you. Then you can come down to the car."

I listened and I couldn't believe this. There were still teachers and janitors in the school. This was insane. "Darla, please don't do this."

"It's already done Carrie. Now, I would get up there right away, because I am sending the first article now." *click*

I folded up the phone. She was sending it now. That meant I would have to leave now to get there before the carrier. I got out of the stall and looked around. The towels were all gone, to be laundered probably. I looked desperately for an unlocked locker and found none. Not a scrap of cloth anywhere. 

I crept down to the turn in the locker room. I didn't see another way out. I listened carefully and ran full out for the steps. My heart was pounding so fast, the boys' locker room was right down that hall.

I listened carefully before turning to the stairwell. No sounds, this time I crept up them, listening very hard. At the top of the steps, I stopped again. This was the worst part. The lobby spilled out from the main doors to the right of the gym. Across from the main doors were the principal and nurse's offices. They would assuredly still be here. I had two options. I could run down the hall and circle wide around the whole building or sneak past those offices, which would cut a half of the building out of my journey.

My heart was throbbing so hard, I couldn't hear right. My ears felt like they were burning. I was standing in the stairwell completely naked. There were still teachers here I was certain. I had seen cars in the parking lot still when we left last night after work outs. There were other after school activities as well. Drama club was at the far end of the building in the Auditorium. There were other clubs there too. Probably chess geeks and foreign exchange kids and who knows what else.

I held my body tight to the wall and peeked around at the front glass doors. Nobody was out there at the moment. If I ran, I shouldn't have to worry about anyone catching me from behind if I went right now. I looked over at the principal's office. The blinds were drawn on the several windows for the principal, nurse, secretary and vice principal. I decided to go for it.

I took off in a run, holding my left arm over my boobs to keep them from slapping and my right hand over my pussy in case someone should round the corner at the end of the hall. The sounds of my bare feet slapping on the tiled floor seemed like thunder. I was sure at any second someone would come running out to see who was making all the racket. I sprinted hard and fast down to the end of the corridor. 

By the time I got there I was panting hard. I had sprinted across the building; I was over half way there. I pressed up against the wall at the end of the corridor and listened carefully. I didn't hear anything, so I peeked around the corner. The coast was clear. I ran for the steps and took them two at a time to the top. I stopped about four steps down to listen. 

I heard voices, but they sounded very distant. I crept up almost hands and knees, and looked both ways. Nobody was there at the moment. I lunged forward and almost fell. I sprinted as hard as I could down the hall. I passed a bathroom on the right and classroom after classroom. I imagined some teacher working late and looking over to see a girl streaking through the hallway.

I thought I saw a teacher to the right, but I kept running all the way down to my classroom. Thank God Miss Galler wasn't working late, I can't imagine what she would have thought when I didn't even check, but sprinted into the room bare ass naked. I hid under her desk and listened.

If a teacher had seen me, he didn't pursue. My heart was beating so fast that I might not have been able to hear over it. This was supposed to be it. The original game was me here. It wasn't even so bad. Someone would have to come right over to the desk to see me here. But that wasn't good enough for Darla. No, she has to always push things farther.

When I could breathe again, I listened carefully and climbed out from under the desk. It wasn't cluttered at all. In fact, it was clear aside from a stapler, which wasn't really in the way anyhow. "God this sucks." I said aloud.

I lay on the desk, feet towards the back wall and closed my eyes and masturbated. I played with my nipples and fingered my twat. I couldn't believe I was doing this. What I really couldn't believe was how freaking hot I was. I was soaking wet before I touched myself. The fear of being seen was exciting me and my libido was a direct insult to my psyche.

I hammered away, getting into it a little too much. I knew I couldn't cum, but it felt so good. Soon, with my eyes closed, I imagined I was somewhere else. Anywhere else. I stifled a moan. I would have to ease up soon or there would be no stopping an orgasm. I heard my fingers squishing the juices in my pussy and it turned me on so much. I started tweaking my nipple harder, pulling it.

God, I so wanted to cum. Then, startling me so I jumped, something landed on my belly. My eyes flew open and I looked to see a pair of lousy fucking socks on my belly. I wanted to scream. I stopped masturbating and looked up to see Rebecca staring at me.

"Hoping Courtney would be here to bring you more girl cum?" She giggled.

I scowled at her. "Don't stop on my account." Rebecca laughed. "Oh, that's right; your pussy isn't your own anymore. You can't cum without Darla's permission." She laughed louder. "God, you are so pathetic." She walked closer and leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "Maybe I will tell Julie to come up here. Do you think she would understand your need to be naked and masturbating in your homeroom?" She laughed.

"Later slut" She walked out the door. 

Okay, I thought, I have a pair of socks. I had no idea when the next article would arrive though. Should I just masturbate the whole time? Well, I was sprawled out naked anyway. How much more embarrassing would it be to get caught with a finger in my quim than to be caught spread eagle naked?

I decided to just go for it. I'd just lie here and masturbate until they came one by one; over the course of forty-five minutes. I closed my eyes and went back at it. I kept shifting speeds to keep from coming, but I kept my fingers active the whole time. About five minutes later, I felt another something on my belly. I jumped and opened my eyes and stopped and looked up. It was my shirt. I so wanted to put it on and just leave. Unfortunately, it wasn't long enough; it only came to my belly.

I looked to see who it was. Courtney stood there and I was still strumming my clit lightly. She smiled and blew me one of her kisses. She was standing close and walked closer until she was looking right down over my face. "Open your mouth" She ordered.

I looked at her puzzled. "Just do it" She smiled.

I opened my mouth. She leaned over so her mouth was positioned right over mine and she slid her tongue around her lips and moved her jaws. She then pushed her saliva out and let it ooze down in a long strand into my open mouth. I just lay there and let her do it. I was disgusted with myself as I let her basically spit into my mouth.

The strand broke finally and dropped into my mouth and she laughed. "I'm so glad you joined the squad." Then she walked away and I swallowed. What else was I going to do?

I went back to my fingering and heard something from down the hall. It was a squeaking wheel. It was a janitor, I was sure of it. I jumped off the desk and listened hard at the door. The wheel squeaked along and whoever it was whistled a little tune. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves instantly came to mind. I crept up the corner of the room where the door was.

My heart was pounding. Did I dare risk a peek? I decided against it and instead hid under the desk. The squeaking got closer and closer, as did the whistler. I shivered. I reached down between my legs. I was sopping wet. I knew I would be. I was so excited, thrilled at being her naked. It turned me on like nothing I had ever felt. I hated myself for being like this. I cowered under the desk and listened. I heard someone laugh in the hall and footsteps come into the class room. They walked right over to the desk and Rebecca got down on crouching and showed me my skirt. She laughed. "He's about three classrooms down. He's just doing the halls, so you should be safe here. Too bad about the skirt though." She laughed and left with my skirt. It was bound for Darla's trunk and I shivered. 

I still had one more chance. My shorts would be coming up at some point. If this stupid janitor would just get done with this hallway and move along. I decided to get comfortable for awhile and sat down. Squeaking and whistling, coming down the hall, far too slowly. 

As if in answer to my fears, I heard another, more cheerful laugh and the click of heels. How come they hadn't walked so loud the first two times? I wondered. I saw Courtney's white sneakers on her firm cheerleader legs and she flopped into Miss Galler's chair.

She scooted all the way in so I had to back up and spread my legs around it to fit. She giggled. "You know what I want." 

I couldn't believe her. She wanted me to eat her out while cowering naked under the desk. She spread her legs. "Better hurry or I'll think you are hesitating." She laughed.

I placed my hands on her thighs and pushed her skirt up. "Slide down." I grumbled at her. She shifted her ass to the edge of the chair. I slid her panty to the side and her pussy smelled so strongly of sex. I knew why. I went down on her.

I licked her like before, fast and deep, trying to get her off as quick as I could so she would leave. I tried not to make a lot of noise, but she was so wet, it was hard not to. I licked her clit and she trembled so I shoved two fingers up her skank hole and sucked her clit until she bucked up at me. "On your face slut." She moaned.

I knew what she meant; I pulled my fingers out and clamped my mouth on her pussy. She reached down and grabbed my head and rubbed her quivering cunt all over my face as she came. She moaned a bit and I was terrified the janitor would hear her. She finally stopped shaking and I licked her juices while she sighed and played with my hair.

"I'm so glad you joined the squad." She giggled. She waved my gym shirt under the desk and took it with her. I had a shirt already, so no big deal there.

Couldn't the bitch think of anything else to say? She was on my long hit list. I hated this bitch.

I guess her thighs had blocked out the sound of the janitor, and when I lifted my head, I could tell he was right outside the door. He stopped whistling a moment. "You shouldn't be there." He said to Courtney.

She giggled. "Sorry, just wanted to see what it was like to be a teacher."

Then she pushed her skirt back into place. "You want to try it?" She asked, laughing.

I punched her in the side of the leg. It didn't hurt; I couldn't get a real swing in.

"I don't think so." The deep voice answered. "You just get on out of here now."

"Okay." Courtney sang. "It's a very comfortable chair though. You should really try it."

I was going to kill her. She got up and left the chair out as if teasing the janitor to have a seat in it.

"Crazy kids." He muttered after her footsteps left the corridor. "You'd think they'd find some place to be away from school after it closed. I sure as hell did."

The squeaking and whistling worked their way down the hall and I dared not move. I was afraid my breathing was audible all the way down there. I knew that my class wasn't far from the end of the hall, so he would be coming back this way soon.

I listened while he apparently reached the end and sure enough, came squeaking back towards me. He passed the door and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I listened for him to get further down the hall before I dared venture out of the desk and just when I was feeling it was safe to come out again, my gym shorts were waved in front of my face. I jumped, startled by the sudden flash of black. Rebecca leaned down and looked at me, almost upside down. "Wow, that sucks huh?" She laughed and walked away loudly with my shorts.

Game over. What was I going to do? Who cares about shoes? They weren't going to cover my ass. I may as well wait out the game and see what she was going to do to get me out of here. As if in answer to my decision, the phone buzzed.

"Well, that was unfortunate." Darla said. I could hear the evil smile in her voice.

"I know you won't play my game anymore. You'll just wait it out, so let's come up with another game. I know. I will drive around the school until you run out to my car." She laughed. I heard Courtney and Rebecca laughing with her.

"Please Darla, no more." I begged.

"Aww come on now Carrie. I'll give you a hint. I am leaving the front parking lot now. I will circle one time and then I am leaving. I'll drop Courtney and Rebecca off with the squad. You're a cheerleader; they'll take care of you." 

This was so unfair. I hung up, no point being taunted anymore. I pulled the shirt on. I grabbed the socks, I wasn't going to wear them, and I would just slip on the floor with them on. I could at least hold them over my pussy for some cover. I looked at the floor as I crawled out. There was a fucking puddle from my juices flowing. I wiped it with my socks.

I went to the door and peeked around the corner. It was clear. I ran past the two class rooms to the doors that would let me outside. I held the socks over my pussy. I ran and ran and slammed through the doors. I knew it was making noise, but I hoped to be gone before anyone saw.

Outside now, I looked frantically for Darla's car. It wasn't down the road, but another car was coming. I dove into some bushes near the wall and crouched down. I peeked up and then hid again as the driver rode by. If they saw me, they didn't stop, thank God for that.

I kept looking and hiding and looking and hiding. The phone buzzed and I about had a heart attack.

"Courtney thinks you should take off your shirt as a penalty." Darla laughed.

"Where are you Darla?" I asked cowering behind the bushes.

"Coming up the road right now." She said. 

I looked. "I don't see you."

"You will soon. Why don't you take off the shirt?" She asked.

"Come on please, I played your game Darla."

"Do I strike you as fair Carrie?" She retorted.

"Fine." I tugged the shirt over my head. "It's off. Please hurry."

I looked up and still didn't see her. I looked down at my bare feet. They ached from the rough mulch. Then I moaned loudly. There was a puddle of juice from my pussy and a strand of it just dangling to the ground. What the hell was wrong with me?

Finally, she came around the corner and started driving toward me. I waited until she got closer, looked both ways and darted out from the bush towards her car. I looked both ways again and again. From a distance, I could see the JV and Varsity football teams practicing. I could see the boys and girls soccer teams, the cheerleaders, only nine of them of course. I ran to the car, praying none of them could see this far.

Darla stopped the car and I ran to the passenger side. Rebecca was in front and Courtney in back and all three were laughing at me. Rebecca wound down the window. 

"Give me the shirt." She said.

"Let me in!" I screamed.

"Give me the shirt first." Rebecca said the door was locked; all the tugging I was doing on the handle did no good.

"Here." I threw it to her.

Darla drove forward and they laughed hysterically.

"No!" I screamed.

She stopped about thirty feet away and Rebecca opened the door. I sprinted and jumped in back, flushing terribly. They kept laughing and laughing. 




Darla's Games Day 06



"Oh God Carrie," Rebecca said between bursts of joy, "You should have seen your face when we drove off."

"Yeah, very funny." I cried out. "Darla, I need to talk to you." I didn't want to try to tear into her in front of these two.

She stopped laughing a second. "No, you don't need to do shit. Just sit there and shut up Carrie, you aren't nearly as funny when you argue." She started laughing again.

"I know how to keep her quiet." Courtney giggled and she turned sideways and lifted her skirt to her hips.

"Come on Carrie, time for more licking." She smiled at me and blew me a kiss.

"Yeah, you are so glad I joined the squad. Fuck you Courtney." My fear was turning into anger. Their laughter had pushed it there.

"Hey Carrie." Darla called back, "It was just a bit of fun, nobody got hurt. Now knock it off."

Courtney smiled at me and I turned away from her. "Carrie," she sang, "Don't forget what got you in this mess in the first place. Now turn around and eat my pussy like a good little bitch."

I burst. I know now, and I knew very well later that it was the wrong thing to do, but I had enough of her. I lunged and punched her right in her smiling face. She lost her smile alright. Before her face even completely dropped I was on top of her slapping her and punching her with all the frustration I felt from the last four days. 

She cried out and put her arms up to defend herself. Darla slammed the brakes hard and the motion caused me to slam forward against the seats and off the top of her. I fell into the foot section of the back seat and before I could get up, Rebecca was on top of me holding my arms and sitting on my stomach. I kicked and flailed to get her off of me.

I was seeing red and nothing made sense but to rip Courtney's head off her shoulders.

Courtney wasn't jumping in; she was lying on the back seat crying. Darla was screaming at me. Rebecca didn't throw any punches; she just pinned my wrists down and yelled at me to calm down.

Darla pulled away; she had slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. She drove a ways down and pulled off on a dead end street and parked. She turned off the engine.

I was still struggling with Rebecca, but down on the floor, I had no hope against her superior size. Courtney was crying still. Rebecca just kept yelling at me to calm down. I kept yelling I would kill the bitch.

"Carrie!" Darla yelled and I stopped. I stopped seeing red and I stopped resisting and let Rebecca keep me pinned down. My chest was heaving; tears were flowing steady down my cheeks. My face was burning red.

"Okay, enough. Courtney, come up here with me dear." Darla said.

Courtney was sobbing and holding her face and I felt not a bit of pity for her. She sat up front. Darla pulled her hands away. "Let me see it." She said.

I couldn't see anything except Rebecca. She leaned on my stomach, lessening her grip on my wrists so she could see Courtney's face. "God damn Carrie you bitch." Rebecca said. "Is it broken?"

Darla sighed. "I think so. Courtney, I'm going to have to take you to the hospital just in case okay?" She sobbed in compliance.

"You!" She turned to me and glared at me. "Get in your fucking seat and put on your seatbelt. You say one fucking word to anyone, I will throw you bare ass naked out of my car and you can find your own way home."

Rebecca let me go and leaned up to console Courtney. I sat in the back seat and buckled up. I was still completely naked and still burning with anger. I was breathing hard and heavy. I didn't care, good, I hope I did break that whore's nose.

We drove towards the hospital. I glared at the window, still feeding my fury. Darla kept muttering. "If her nose is broken, I swear to God Carrie, your ass is going to think yesterday was a picnic."

"Whatever." I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say bitch?" Darla snapped at me.

"I said whatever. You push me and push me and then when I snap you think you should punish me. You suck, you're mean and cruel and hateful. I hate you. I hate all of you. Why do you have to fuck up my life!? Why do you have to make me hate myself?!" I turned away from them and started crying quietly.

I guess that was enough for Darla, she didn't say anything else to me. I half expected her to rip my head off, but she didn't. We got to the hospital and she told Rebecca to give me my shirt and she popped the trunk and threw the rest of my clothes at me. I got dressed and only then noticed the blood on my hand. 

Rebecca was helping Courtney out of the car and the three of them went to the Emergency entrance. I stayed in the car and cried. I fell apart a bit then. I punched the side of the car until my knuckles bled. The pain of the flesh seemed to dull the pain in my mind. I kept at it, beating the side of the door with my bleeding knuckles. It hurt like hell, but the pain helped.

Then, thinking I shouldn't get more blood in Darla's car, I got out and walked over and started punching a tree. I sobbed and punched again and again. When my right hand was so bloody I couldn't take the pain anymore, I punched it with my left hand until it was a mess too. I couldn't see anymore, my eyes were so glazed over with tears.

I just kept hitting that tree, like if I hit hard enough, it would fall down. Finally, either exhausted or just realizing the tree wasn't going anywhere, I fell to my knees in the mulch and curled into a ball and cried.

I may have cried myself to sleep. The next thing I knew, someone was helping me to my feet. They half carried me and I stumbled along. I couldn't see anything; my eyes were too puffy and red from crying. I slowly opened them and saw the door to the hospital in front of me. "Noo." I started resisting.

"It's okay; they will take good care of you." Whoever was half carrying me said.

"No!" I shouted and opened my eyes to focus. 

I tried to pull away, and then two hands grabbed each arm and drug me inside.

"Carrie" I heard a voice call my name and I tried to focus on the source. I turned and looked around frantically.

"No! No hospital!" I yelled.

"Carrie, stop. Your hands are a mess. We are just getting them bandaged okay?" It was Darla, she was talking softly. 

I ended up in a room and some doctor started asking about insurance and tetanus shots. I told him what I knew and pulled my heels up to my ass and hugged my knees and rested my chin on my knees. I kept rocking and humming to myself. I closed my eyes.  

The doctor came back and gave me a needle. I didn't feel it. Or maybe I did. I didn't acknowledge it. He then brought me to a sink and had me put my hands over it. He warned me it would hurt when he cleaned the bark out of my skin, but I never registered anything. He bandaged my hands and I was led to the car, totally unfocused and stumbling along.

Courtney joined us, she had a metal splint on her nose and her eyes were black and she was bandaged up. Rebecca and Courtney got in back and I sat in front. Courtney sobbed and I just stared out the window and hugged my knees.

Darla dropped them off at their homes, she got out and met Courtney's mom and told her that she had gotten in a fight and Darla had taken her to get her broken nose fixed. Her mom wanted to know who did it and I half waited for her Courtney to tell her and for her mom to come rip me out of the car and beat the hell out of me. She could have, I wouldn't have cared. She didn't though. 

Courtney said it was some girl she didn't know that didn't go to her school. Fuck her, like I want her to protect me. Fuck all of them. And I started sobbing again. Darla got back in and drove me home. She stopped a block from my house.

"Carrie?" She said to me. I didn't respond.

"Carrie honey, you have to snap out. Can you hear me? Please baby, I don't want to take you to Jill again. Can you look at me?" She was pleading. She didn't want to face Jill with another fucked up Carrie.

I turned to her and my tears never stopped. 

"Do you want me to come in with you?" She asked.

I wiped my eyes. "No, can I just have my book bag please."

"Of course. It's in the trunk." She answered.

I got out of the car and she popped the trunk and I pulled it out. I shut the trunk and walked the last block to my house. Darla drove off. I wasn't ready to face my mom yet. I wasn't ready to face anyone. I walked past my house and kept walking.

I soon found myself standing in front of a familiar house. I rang the doorbell. Julie opened the door and screamed. "What happened to you?"

"Can I come in for a little while?" I asked softly.

"Of course!" Julie cried. She grabbed me and pulled me inside and threw my arm over her shoulder and half carried me up to her room and laid me on her bed.

I lay there staring at the ceiling.

"Carrie?" Julie pleaded. "Talk to me! What happened to you?"

I giggled. "I played Darla's game"

"What?" She asked.

"Her games are so much fun." My mind was gone. My sanity was slipping. But somehow, I knew it was. I shook my head. I stopped that ridiculous giggling. I sat up and looked around me. I was in Julie's room. I was safe for now.

"Jules?" I croaked, voice gone from crying. "Call my mom and tell her I am crashing here tonight okay?"

"Sure." Julie said and left me to go call. She came back a few minutes later to find me rolled into a ball and sobbing, hugging my knees.

"All for fifty dollars." I sobbed.

"What?" Julie asked and she stared at me like I was from outer space. 

I looked at her, trying to focus, but the bubble of water in my eyes made her look like there were three of her. "Fifty dollars," I said, "That is what my life is worth." And I sobbed some more.

"Carrie, what the hell? Who told you that? Tell me what happened to you?" 

Her voice was like a faint echo far away. "I played Darla's games," I croaked and sobbed and drifted off to sleep.



Darla's Games Day 07



I woke up the next morning quite disoriented. For one thing, I was in Julie's room. I went to rub my eyes and found my hands covered in gauze. Then I felt Julie's arm around me and her body spooning mine. I lay still for awhile and let that comfort me. 

My head hurt. My hands were in extraordinary pain. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I wished I hadn't survived it. I took Julie's hand and kissed it. I was so glad she was there for me last night. I couldn't have faced my mom in that state.

I slid out from Julie, leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thanks Jules" I whispered. It was early, but I knew I had a lot to do and I was going to have to face my mom this morning. I walked out of Julie's room and let her sleep a bit longer. Her mom woke up and opened her bedroom door.

"Carrie?" She called to me, squinting her eyes in the morning light.

"Yes Mrs. Petrili?" I answered stopping mid step and turning to see her.

"We were really worried about you last night. Are you okay? Is there anything you need to talk about? Anything that you don't want to talk to your mom about? I am here for you if you need anything dear. Should I get Julie up?"

I smiled at her. "No, really, you were great. I'll be fine. I'm heading home to talk to my mom now. Thank you so much Mrs. Petrili."

"You are most welcome anytime Carrie." She called after me.

I left and walked home. I opened the door and went in and my mother was at the kitchen table sipping coffee. "Sit down Carrie."

This, I was not looking forward to. Nonetheless, I trudged inside and took a seat across from my mom.

"What is going on Carrie?" She had been up most of the night. She had dark circles under her eyes and it pained me to see her like that.

"I got in a fight at school mom. It's not a big deal." I couldn't look into her eyes when I lied to her.

"Your hands are bandaged and you don't have a scratch on you anywhere else." She wasn't buying it. I guessed Julie's mom had told her what to expect.

"Yeah, pretty much. I broke her nose and I don't think she will ever bother me again." I fought the urge to smile at that thought. Carrie the bitch was back.

"Are you doing drugs Carrie?" She blurted out.

"What? Mom No! I don't touch them, you know that." I looked her in the eyes now, because that was the truth.

"Well, Julie's mom told me you were really out of it last night. You babbled and talked in your sleep and just curled up in a ball all night. They couldn't get you to make any sense."

"Mom?"

"Yes Carrie" She answered.

"Please don't push me on this. I had a ... I don't know, like a breakdown. It's over now, I'm okay. That girl won't bother me again. I was upset and after I hit her, I beat up a tree. I'm okay now though, I swear. I just want to get a shower and get ready for school."

"Carrie, I don't know what to do with you. I was worried sick. You didn't even call me, you had Julie do it. What am I supposed to think? I almost called your father."

"Please mom. I'm sorry I worried you, I really am. I just didn't come home because I couldn't deal with it last night. I just wanted to go to sleep. I promise you, nothing is going on, it was a stupid fight and it won't happen again."

"Honey, why don't you just stay home today?" She sighed.

"Maybe." I answered. This could be good. Day off of school, stay home and chill all day. "I'll see how I feel after a shower okay?"

"Okay, I'll call into work and we can talk." She said.

"No, Mom, don't do that. Go to work, we can talk tomorrow, I promise."

"Okay, but you have my work number. You call me if you need anything, I mean it. Don't think that anything is too small to bother me at work okay?"

I smiled at her. "Sure mom."

I went upstairs and got undressed. Showering was hard. I put plastic bags on my hands to keep my hands dry and it is really hard to hold a bar of soap with wet plastic. I finally managed though. The enema, I did after the shower today. After my hands were dry, I brushed my teeth and hair and went into my room and locked the door. 

I started on my orgasms, but I didn't feel like putting on a show for Jill and Sue today. I did it off to the side and was half way into my third when I heard the phone buzz. I stopped, pissed that it interrupted my masturbation and picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Good morning Carrie." It was Darla, I expected nothing else. "Listen, can you call out of school today?"

"Yeah, my mom already asked me to. I was thinking about it." I answered.

"Do that. We will come by around nine. Make a pot of coffee. Okay?" 

"Okay." I answered. "Darla?"

"Yes Carrie?"

"Who are we if you don't mind me asking?" I wasn't sure if she was bringing Rebecca and Courtney over to kick my ass, but I figured they were going to eventually, so may as well get it over with. I just wanted to know if it was going to be today.

"Jill, Sue, Jackie, Rachel and me." She answered. 

"Oh, okay. No problem." I smiled. That was a relief.

"See you at nine." *click*

I threw on a shirt and skirt and bounced downstairs. "Hey mom."

She was still there of course. "Yes Carrie?"

"I think I will stay home today and try to get my head right. I'll be fine though, don't worry. Call me if you need to." I laughed. "About anything at all."

She laughed at me. "Okay dear, get some rest today, no jogging I mean it. I'll call school from the car."

"Okay mom, love you."

"Love you too sweetheart." And she left for work.

I scampered upstairs and finished my last three near orgasms. I put my nipple bands on and wrote DARLA on my ass crack. I looked at the skirt and shirt choice and thought better of it. I had a nice black dress in the closet, one that they hadn't messed up. It showed a lot of cleavage, with a bra, and only came mid-thigh. I pulled it on and a pair of black flats and went downstairs. It was around 8, I had taken my time upstairs. 

I had an hour to myself. I decided to put on some make-up, something I rarely do. I didn't go heavy at all, just a little mascara and eye liner and a nice red lipstick that set off the black dress. I don't know why I did it, I just felt like it. It wasn't to impress Jill or anything. I'm pretty sure it wasn't.

At 8:50 I put on a pot of coffee and at 9:00 the doorbell rang. I answered and the lot of them was there as foretold on the phone. Darla, wearing pink as usual, she smiled at me as she came in. Jackie in a scandalous lycra dress, looked at my hands, shook her head and winked at me. Rachel went with red thigh highs and would you believe a leather vest and mini. I giggled to myself and she smiled at me slightly confused.

Sue wore a skirt that barely covered her pussy and thigh high stocking and painfully high white heels. The skirt was white as well. Her top, a bandeau. She gave me a hug and walked in. Finally, Jill dressed in black leather pants, a black T shirt and about a two inch heel on her boots. She had her nails done black, very Goth. She hugged me and then grabbed my shoulders to hold me back so she could look in my eyes. I rolled my eyes at her and smiled. She giggled. "You amazing girl." And she walked by me.

They all helped themselves to some coffee and I stood by the counter and did my best to wait on their needs. They mostly turned me down though and got sugar or cream for themselves. Jill accepted though. So did Sue. And I was grateful for something to do in the few minutes of quiet while everyone settled in. 

"Carrie." Darla started. "What happened yesterday...?" She broke off and turned away from me.

Jill looked at her and she finally caught the gaze. Jill was not smiling at her at all.

"Are you okay?" She asked, completely changing course.

"Yeah." I answered, like I had no idea why she would think I wouldn't be. "Oh! I did the five and the enema, want to see the rest?" I started pulling up my dress. 

She motioned me to stop and got up and walked out of the room. I looked at the others and shrugged. "What did I do?" I whispered.

Jill laughed lightly and then got up to follow Darla. "Come on." I heard her in the front room. "Let's get some air."

They left and I waited for someone to talk. "Why is everyone being so quiet?" I whispered. "Please ..." I started. Why would they all be acting like this?

"Is Farin okay?!" I squealed. Oh my God, she is the only one it could be!

Jackie and Rachel looked at each other and shook their heads.

Sue started laughing her ass off.

"What?" I was thoroughly confused by this behavior. What was wrong with them? What was so funny?

"Carrie," Sue laughed, tears rolling down her eyes, "You are too fucking much girl. Oh God I love you. Farin is fine you ditz, we are worried about you." She laughed and soon Jackie and Rachel laughed a little too.

That felt a little more normal, though it pissed me off that they were laughing at me. "I'm fine." I said. I turned away and huffed.

"Now you're mad because we're laughing!" Sue shrieked and fell out of her chair and onto the floor laughing so hard she was crying. 

Jackie and Rachel started laughing louder when she fell out of her chair and I couldn't help but chuckle a little myself.

"Well what is so damned funny? What did you think I was going to kill myself or something stupid like that?" I shouted, though I couldn't help to giggle at Sue rolling on the floor.

"Yeah something like that!" Sue laughed "You kill me girl." She stopped and pulled herself up to the table. 

They all slowly stopped laughing and Sue, with a last chuckle asked me. "What do you remember about yesterday afternoon Carrie?"

"About Courtney?" I asked, sure that was what they were talking about.

"Yes, about Courtney." Sue said.

"They all were laughing at me and ..." I trailed off. I didn't know if they knew how she used me and I felt embarrassed by it.

"Go on." Sue encouraged. "Its okay, we are no one to judge you. Our standards are quite low babe."

"She told me to eat her and she called me a bitch and I snapped."

"And then?" Sue pushed.

"And I punched the bitch in the nose." I answered. I was starting to feel the anger of the moment again.

Sue giggled. "Apparently you smashed the shit out of her nose. But what happened next?"

"I tore into her. I saw nothing but red and her face and I attacked her."

"And then?" She wanted the whole night?

"Then Darla slammed on the brakes and Rebecca jumped on me and we went to the hospital.

"And then?" Sue smiled.

I struggled to remember. "They left me in the car and I punched Darla's car awhile. My knuckles started to bleed a little, so I got out and punched a tree instead. I was just like blowing off steam." I turned away, it was really stupid as I looked back on it now and my hands were quite sore for the experience.

"Do you remember curling up in a ball?" Sue asked. There was no laugher anymore.

"Kind of, I think I fell asleep. Then they took me into the hospital and got me bandaged up and took me home, but I went to Julie's house and crashed."

"Did you fall right to sleep then?" Sue asked.

"Pretty much." I answered.

"Jill was right." Sue smiled.

"About what?" I asked.

"You are an amazing girl." Sue laughed. "You fucking snapped Carrie. You should be a fucking zombie today. You should be moping around in a vegetative state. But you got up, you did your required tasks, you made us freaking coffee. You should hate us right now; God knows you have every right to. We took your life. Do you remember saying that? We made you hate yourself. That is some serious shit to just bounce back from."

"So, the question is Carrie... Why do you hate yourself?" Sue asked.

I sat down. I wasn't sure. I had to remember why I said that. Why do I hate myself? "Because..." I stopped and turned away from her and looked at my shoes.

"Shit. I don't want to think about it." I started crying and got up. Sue came over and hugged me. 

I pushed away, but she had an amazing strength. "Hey, easy." She kissed my forehead. "You don't have to tell me, but I think you should tell Jill." Sue whispered.

"Its not you Sue. Fine." I leaned back. "I hate myself for being a lesbian."

"I know." Sue smiled and hugged me. "We all do at some point. Especially in high school."

"But," I felt my anger coming back.

Sue backed a step away. "Go ahead Carrie, let it out. It's healthy, trust me."

"I hate being wet all the time. I hate that I just go down on any pussy in front of me like some fucking dog in heat. I'm not a slut! I don't want to be a slut and I definitely don't want to be a lesbian slut."

"When I was naked in school yesterday, my pussy was dripping in puddles. It's not right, something is wrong with me. When they beat me to hell, I almost came, just eating pussies. Whenever Courtney smiled and blew those fucking kisses, I just dropped on my knees and ate her out. It's not me! It's not who I am! I don't want to be this way."

I sat down and started crying into my hands again.

Sue leaned over me and held me in her arms. "I know it isn't." She kissed my cheek. "We've talked a little Carrie, am I a mindless slave?"

I looked up at her through blurry eyes. "No."

"But you know what? I get off on all that stuff that you do. And much worse I assure you. It's my sex drive, the way my sexuality works. It has absolutely nothing to do with who I am or what I am. Do you think that all Jill and I have done for five years is sexual? Of course not, she is my best friend in the whole world. And I am hers. We spend entire days sometimes without an orgasm between us."

"I haven't had one since Saturday night." I whimpered. "It's all I can think about."

"I know." Sue smiled. "And why do you think that all you can think about is sex right now?"

"Because I need to cum." I answered.

"Exactly. And once you cum, which I assure you will happen. Do you think maybe you won't think about sex quite so much for awhile?" Sue asked.

"I guess, I don't know." I replied honestly.

She smiled. "You are discovering some things about yourself. I don't know if you are a lesbian Carrie, maybe you are, and you'll have to face that question some day, maybe years from now. You've never even had sex with a man, so you don't even have a comparison. You are also possibly not a sub or a slave. It isn't a bad thing. I love it. I think you enjoy it, but I think right now you would enjoy anything to do with sex. It's a big mystery to you and mysteries are fun."

"I want you to think about how you feel being used. Do you like it? Not do you think it is acceptable, but do you like it? Do you like when Courtney pushes you to your knees and makes you eat her pussy? Do you like when all those girls are surrounding you and spanking you and making you eat them out? Do you like it when Rebecca taunts you and fucks with your mind? Do you like when Darla controls your every move?"

I shivered with each question and as each thought came through my mind. "Yes." I sobbed.

Sue hugged me. "And it's okay. Just grasp that yes, you might be wired a little differently and it's okay. Just accept that hey, a smelly boy cock isn't what I want in my mouth, and its okay. I hate sucking dicks; guy juices just smell foul to me, not that all women smell great."

I giggled. She smiled. I excused myself to blow my nose.

Darla and Jill came back when I was washing my face in the powder room. They went to the kitchen. "Where is Carrie?" Jill asked.

"In the powder room cleaning up." Sue answered. 

"So, what was it?" Jill asked.

I didn't really feel like coming out just yet. I wanted a moment. It was a bit much, having them all here.

"L word." Sue answered. "She is definitely an exhibitionist. I'm not certain about the humiliation, but I'm pretty sure that is a big button too."

"How the hell did you get all that?" Jackie laughed.

Now, I was waiting for the right moment to re-enter the kitchen. I didn't want to walk in on them talking about me, it was embarrassing.

"See?" Jill said.

"Please just do it Jill." Darla pleaded.

"No, you need to clean up your mess and learn from it. I'm sorry. I should have insisted on something easier, not that you gave me a lot of say in the matter. You haven't broken her; she is strong, maybe the best thing for you." Jill answered.

"I..." Darla started and trailed off.

"You are as ready as you will ever be. I'm not letting you quit. That is never an option and if you learn nothing else, then that alone will be worth all her pain." Jill replied.

"Okay Jill." Darla replied.

I figured that was as much of a hint as I was going to get and I walked out into the kitchen, unable to look into their faces. 

"Carrie." Jill said my name and I raised my eyes to hers. "Take off your clothes and sit down."

I stared at her hard. She stared right back, unbending. "Stop hesitating Carrie, that is your problem, you keep fighting your impulses. You know you want to take off your clothes, but some warped Puritanical thought that was forced into your mind tells you it's wrong. Now get your clothes off and sit down."

She didn't raise her voice and I maintained eye contact, fighting back tears as I lifted my dress over my head and walked forward and laid it over the empty chair. I toed off my shoes and rolled down my stockings and sat, completely naked, but for the rubber bands on my nipples. I was breathing fast and trembling.

"Darla?" Jill said to her, cueing her to say something.

She shook her head, apparently very bothered by something that she couldn't find the words to express.

Jill sighed loudly. "Carrie, what you did to that poor girl was unforgivable. If I ever hear of you doing something like that again, I will personally haul your ass to my house and between the five of us, we will make Wednesday's beating feel like a tickle. Do you believe that?"

I let my tears start to flow. I had disappointed her and it pained me greatly. "Yes Jill." 

"You will apologize to her, on your knees. You will beg her forgiveness and you will do whatever she wants of you to make up for it. I don't care if she tells you to lick her pussy five times a day for the rest of the school year. You will do that. Do you understand?"

I was shaking and sobbing now. "Yes Jill." I gasped for air.

"Carrie, I don't know if you are a lesbian or not, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Some women are attracted to older men, some to fat men, some to skinny men and most to Brad Pitt and his type. And many, many women are attracted to other women. There is nothing wrong with that. I can't make you believe that, you will have to discover it on your own."

I continued to sob silently, listening, but looking at a single spot on the table.

"Think of every one of the girls who has tortured you or beat you. Even your best friend Julie. They wouldn't stick some acne faced geek's face in between their legs. They would find that repulsive. They all like women. You are not the only one."

"Darla is the boss of you. She is doing this for you. She will protect you from any real harm. If she ever fails in that duty, then I will personally take over for the remainder of your bet."

I looked up at her then and almost smiled.

Jill did not smile. In fact she frowned at me. "You fool. You think I would be better than Darla? If you were mine, you would be in school right now sitting in your stall waiting for Rebecca to gimp you out as a panty sniffing whore again. Darla is not doing this wrong. You need to get that out of your head. She is doing exactly what she should be doing, breaking you down and testing you."

"I give you some leniency because you didn't exactly volunteer for this, but you like it. You like being a little slut. What you are fighting with is years of being taught that good girls don't do the things you are doing. That is your fight to win; we can't do it for you."




Darla's Games Day 07



"Do you know why we are here?" Jill asked. 

"No." I whispered.

"Stand up." Jill ordered. I could tell she was angry, but she never raised her voice. I immediately complied.

"Bend over the table, at your waist, legs spread breasts and face against the table and face Sue." She ordered. I shook violently as I did it. She walked up behind me and rested her hand on my ass. I shivered from shoulder to toe.

"You have pussy juice dangling from your cunt Carrie. Does that bother you?" Jill asked.

I moved my hand down between my legs and discovered it was true. I sobbed.

"We are here, all of us, to determine if we should end this bet today because of your little display yesterday. Everyone at the table gets a vote, except you. How does that make you feel? That the five of us will determine how your next forty-three days will be spent and you have no control over the decision?" She was rubbing my ass.

I shook and shuddered and heard a plop hit the ground as the strand of ooze from my pussy stretched enough to release. Sue was smiling at me and licked her lips when she heard it drop. 

Jill slapped my ass lightly. "Get up. I vote yes, she keeps going. She loves it."

Sue smiled. "Yes."

I sobbed and shook as my fate was decided. It was unanimous. Darla had been the last one to say yes, but she finally did.

"Now crawl your ass over to Darla and beg her forgiveness for embarrassing her yesterday." Jill instructed.

I jolted upright and turned on her and glared in her eyes. I embarrassed her?! You have got to be kidding me! She slapped my face so hard it turned sharply to the side. "Don't you ever look at me in that tone again Carrie." Jill admonished me.

I touched my cheek, it burned. I looked at the floor and watched my tears splash on the spot. "Sorry Jill." I sank to my knees and crawled over to Darla, knelt by her feet and looked at the ground. "Please forgive me for embarrassing you yesterday Darla."

"Not sincere enough." Jill said sharply. "Try it again."

Bitch! I thought. "I'm very sorry for what I did yesterday and how I embarrassed you in front of Rebecca and Courtney and that you had to take her to the hospital and talk to her mother. I'm sorry Darla, please let me make it up to you." I begged eyes on her feet.

Darla was quiet for a long moment. "Get your dress on and get your book bag. You are going to school."

I wasn't sure, so I crawled to my dress and shoes and then crawled up the stairs. I crawled into my bedroom and figured it was okay to stand up to dress. In a way, I wanted to please Jill, and Darla too I guess. I picked out a tiny black stretch skirt that only covered my pussy by a couple of inches and a bright orange belly shirt that left a good five inches of midriff between the two. Instead of my usual boots, I put on some lacy calf socks and a pair of black, three inch heel boots.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face with a wet cloth and ran a brush through my hair. I grabbed my bag and walked down stairs.

I got downstairs and turned the corner and they all stared at me. "You are such a slut!" Jackie laughed. Rachel whistled. I smiled shyly.

Sue winked at me approvingly. Jill stared impassively for the briefest half a second and turned back to Darla. Darla smiled, though not her usual malicious smile, and went back to her whispered conversation with Jill. 

When I got into the kitchen, Jill turned to Sue. "Take the slut out to the car. Darla and I will be out in a minute."

"Come on Carrie." Sue smiled and took my hand and we walked out the front door. "You look almost as hot as me, but then, that is a very high standard of comparison indeed." She laughed.

I laughed with her and we closed the door behind us. We climbed into the back seat of Darla's car and she started to tease me. She turned in the seat to face me and laid a hand on my upper thigh. "So, Carrie... whatever are we going to do about your dripping pussy? It's so very wet. Is it always that wet? I mean you are gushing like a river. I can see it from here."

I looked down and lifted the hem to see my sopping wet hole. I moaned.

Sue giggled. "Yeah, you are definitely into humiliation. That is so cool. I'm not really into that. I do it for Jill; of course, whatever turns her on is good for me too. But, it has been awhile since I met someone who gets off on it."

I turned away. It was another thing that made me different. Sue laughed at me. "Oh stop for Christ's sake. It is cool I swear. Mind if I play a little? Please?" She begged.

I laughed lightly. "What do you mean?"

Sue looked around the car. "Quick, pull your skirt up and kneel on the seat and spread your knees wide." She instructed. I moaned, but did as she said.

"Ummm." Sue looked around the car and found a paper cup from Wendy's. She took off the lid and dumped the contents out into the street and closed the door again. She placed the cup under my pussy and smiled at me. I groaned, figuring what she wanted to do.

"You are such a whore Carrie. I mean you would go down on any cunt in front of you wouldn't you?" I couldn't help myself, I started trembling and I moaned lightly.

"I bet if I asked you, you would get on your knees and beg to lick my cunt right now wouldn't you?" I moaned again and started swaying my hips.

"God, you filthy slut. I had to clean that leather gimp suit. It was reeking with your nasty cunt juice. You totally got off on all those girls spanking you and making you lick their nasty twats. What a total lesbo whore you are."

I clinched my eyes and ran my right hand under my shirt to squeeze my nipple. I dared not move my left hand, just held my skirt up and knew she was looking at my quivering slit.

"Ever lick an asshole you nasty whore? I bet you would for me. I know you would for Jill. You would probably saw your own clit in half for her. I see how you look at her. You want to suck her pussy so bad don't you? I get to do that whenever I want. You are a jealous little cunt aren't you?"

"Oh God!" I moaned. I was shaking and tears of humiliation washed over my burning face.

"I'm going to bring you over to our house after the bet is over and make you eat my pussy over and over while I eat Jill's and I'm not going to let you touch it."

"Fuck!" I cried out. I was panting and squeezing my breast so hard.

"Then, we are going to have a party. I am going to invite Julie and have you lick her asshole and her wet tight pussy. I am going to show her the slut you really are."

"Oh stop!" My eyes flew open. "Stop Sue, I'll cum. Please stop!"

She smiled at me, utterly amazed. "Where is the phone?"

"In my book bag, right pocket." I answered.

She pulled it out and dialed. "Hey Darla, its Sue."

"Come out here, I want you to see this." She said.

I groaned. I looked down; there was a steady line of juice from my pussy to the cup. I shuddered and it broke off with a plop.

"She can cum without any touching at all. Can we make her?" Sue asked, winking at me.

"Oh, okay. Can I keep playing with her anyway?" She shook her head at me and smiled.

"K." She closed the phone.

"Sorry slut, you can't have an orgasm yet. I think she is going to do it tonight." She giggled. "In front of all your friends, and your enemies too."

"But, we can still play; put your hands behind your head like this." She interlaced her fingers and put her hands behind her neck and held her arms out straight to the sides.

I copied her motion and knelt and moaned slightly. 

"Julie huh? Your best friend. What did she taste like? I bet you want to taste her again huh?" I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, my pussy was shaking, I could feel my clit throbbing.

"Yes, you filthy little lesbian whore. Your best friend. How would she feel if she knew her very best friend in the whole wide world was such a cunt lapping freak? Oh, she'd be shocked at first, but I bet she'd be worse than Courtney. She'd end up having sleepovers seven nights a week making you lap her pussy."

I convulsed with need. My body was shaking uncontrollably. "Please Sue, don't" I begged. 

"You better not cum without Darla's permission. She would be so pissed. She would probably gimp you out every lunch for the next forty-three days. But then, you'd like that wouldn't you? Nasty little cunt licking tramp."

"You love the anonymity and being able to be called vile names and forced to suck them while they don't care at all for your needs. Just being used like a worthless toy." She taunted.

"God, no more Sue... I can't take it, please." I pleaded. I was shaking and panting. I looked down to see another line of juice from my hole, pouring into the cup.

"Okay slut, I'm going to touch your pussy now. Just going to scoop the last of your nasty girl cum juice into the cup and then you are going to drink it all down like the greedy little whore you are. Don't you dare cum." She ordered. I shook violently when she touched my hole. She didn't stimulate at all, just dipped her finger in my aroused gash and scooped a finger full of my excitement into the cup with a loud plop.

"Now, lick your nasty cunt juice off my finger." She ordered and placed my finger in my mouth. I took it and sucked with effort, rubbing it with my tongue until she pulled it from my lips with a pop.

"Pull your skirt down and drink your horrid mess." She said and sat up on the seat, turned toward me to watch.

I shivered as I lowered my skirt and sat down, careful to pull the cup out from between my knees. I shuddered as I placed it to my lips and spilled the bottom up, gulping down about three mouthfuls of my own vile excretions. I shook all over as it dripped and oozed down my throat.

I sat in silence and Sue just sighed and smiled at me. "Okay, now try to come down off that and relax. Maybe we can do it again for the other girls on the way to school."

I whimpered.

She giggled.

My front door opened and Jill, Darla, Jackie and Rachel piled into the car and they all drove me to school. It was pretty packed with four of us in the back seat. Sue sat next to me and had her hand on my thigh the whole ride.

"I swear the slut spewed out a half a cup of girlie juice." Sue giggled, when they all asked what happened. Jill was up front and smiled at me, turned around to look at my blushing face.

"Oh darn." Darla said suddenly. Everyone looked to her. "The game is tonight. Carrie, do you have your uniform?"

My eyes flew open. Surely they didn't plan for me to wear that ridiculous uniform tonight. "No." I stammered. "It's in my room."

"And you didn't bring your dress for the party either." Darla sneered. "That is too bad. I guess you'll be wearing your slut clothes. Charles probably won't mind though. He already knows he is getting a blow job." She smiled in the mirror at me.

My jaw dropped. I had forgotten all about the party. I looked out into the vastness of space. 

"Well, we are half way to school now. I'll go pick up your uniform and dress. I want you rested for tonight's games, so just go to classes, no bathroom trips today. I do want you to pull Rebecca aside though and apologize for scaring her and hitting her friend. Also, apologize for beating her at the race yesterday. You will lose to her at everything from now on, understand?"

"Yes Darla." I muttered and gritted my teeth.

SLAP! Jill cracked my face hard. My eyes flared open and she dared me. We had a staring contest for a few seconds and I dropped my eyes. "Yes Darla," I answered sincerely, "I am sorry for my tone."

"Good, now get your ass to school." She was pulling in front of the school and they let me out of the car.

I touched my cheek as I slumped out of the car and walked the empty steps to the front doors. I didn't look back, just kept going straight in. Jill was no longer the nice one, again. 

I walked to the principal's office and his secretary noted my tardy arrival at class and asked if I wanted to see the school nurse about my bandaged hands. I said no and took the pass to head to my class. It was nearly 11:00 and I headed to fourth period.

I gave my pass to Mrs. Bonner and looked up at the class. Farin and Julie were both staring at me with deep concern. I offered Farin a smile as I walked by and sat next to Julie. 

"What happened?" She whispered, once I settled in and pulled out my Biology book.

I looked over at her and fought off the sexually heightened thoughts that Sue had helped to implant in my mind. "I beat the hell out of a tree." I giggled.

She didn't smile. She looked at my bandaged hands and continued her extremely concerned look at me.

"I'm okay." I whispered. "What are you wearing tonight?" I made a highly unsuccessful attempt at a segue to another topic. An uncomfortable silence fell before she said. "The red one. And why won't you trust me?" Julie huffed.

I sighed. 

"You kept giggling insanely, saying something about Darla's games. What were you talking about?" Julie persisted.

I shivered. I wondered what else I said in my delirious state. I turned to her and smiled weakly. "I'm okay Jules, I'll tell you about it later? Please?"

She looked at me hard with concern and went to hold my hand, and settled for my unbandaged fingertips. "You are a mess girl."

"I know." I smiled. And I really did know I was.

It wasn't too long before the bell rang again and we were headed for lunch. Farin shadowed us there, and I smiled at her as best I could manage. The tension was broken when we all got into excited discussions about the party tonight. I was absolutely not looking forward to the party. Well, that isn't entirely true. The party would be fun. It was the ride there that had me ready to vomit.

Rebecca sensed my concern and smiled wickedly. "We are going to ride from the game. Brad is driving, so we'll change in the locker room after the game." 

The game, I had nearly forgotten. I leaned over to Farin, who was on my left. "Can you get me a uniform before end of day?" I whispered.

She giggled. "Of course."

That was a relief. I had a fantasy/nightmare of being naked in front of the whole school doing a cartwheel. Farin rested her hand consolingly on my thigh. Julie had seated herself on my right side today and kept looking at me worried. I caught her once and stuck my tongue out at her, but she wouldn't even smile.

We packed up lunch when the bell was about to ring and I asked Rebecca for a word. She looked apprehensive, but said "Of course." I told Julie I'd catch up to her, and she reluctantly left my side.

Rebecca and I walked into the bathroom and into the end stall. I closed and locked the door behind us and she stood back, squaring off in case I decided to fight her. I knelt down in front of her and looked up. "I'm sorry I freaked out yesterday and embarrassed you Rebecca. And I'm truly very sorry about Courtney, I didn't mean..." I trailed off and looked at her feet for a moment. 

I shook myself together and looked up at her again. "I'm also sorry for beating you in the race, it won't happen again." She smiled at me, almost forgetting to hate me for a second, but caught herself quickly and turned her lips upward malevolently.

"You are such a bitch Carrie. Courtney is going to miss her first party since freshman year because of you. She won't let anyone see her. She looks a complete mess. Her eyes are black and blue and puffed up. Her nose is in a piece of metal to fix it. They had to move the broken bone back into position and it was excruciating. I was there; I heard her screaming when they did it."

My eyes glossed over in tears. "I'm so sorry." I whimpered. "I was entirely wrong to do that and I will try to make it up to her."

Rebecca laughed. "Well, since she probably won't get a date for awhile looking like she is, she will probably find a way for you to do just that you lesbo slut. But tonight, your ass is mine. Did you know Darla was coming tonight?"

My eyes shot up. No, I didn't know that.

"Oh yes, and she intends to make sure you are a good little slut all night long." She grinned. "Courtney, though she protested a lot, is coming over my house tonight. I don't think I can get her to come to the party, but since it is your fault she won't be there, I decided to hire a geek from AV to record it so she can watch. It will cost you one hundred and fifty dollars. Though, I think he would settle out for a blowjob." She laughed.

"Yes, you will be degraded you little bitch and I will get the disc there, so he won't have a copy, don't worry about that. Still, I can't help it if anyone else has a cam phone or pocket video camera. I'm sure as hell not the boss of everyone." She smiled dangerously. "Just you."

"Now, I'm going to be late for class, get the fuck up and out of here trash." She opened the door and walked out. She stopped before reaching the door out of the bathroom though and pushed the stall door back open. I turned to look at her.

"What is your answer bitch?" Rebecca sneered.

"Answer for what Rebecca?" I asked sincerely not understanding the reference.

"The thirty-six favors." She smiled.

"Oh." I hadn't really had any time to think about that. "Yes, deal" I whispered. "Make it forty-two, I want to finish the football season."

She laughed. "You are on. I would have let you stay for free just for the added chance to humiliate you in practice, but since you offered." She turned and left, laughing.

I felt like an idiot. I got to my feet and made my way to Spanish class and joined Julie in the hall.

Even gym class was a bit of a blur. I kept imagining the degrading things that would happen to me tonight, and thankfully, my imagination is a lot worse than what was in store for me.

In Art class, Miss King asked about yesterday and I told her I had felt poorly and spent the period in the locker room being sick. She seemed to accept this, though she kept looking over my shoulder at the sketch I made. It was an angel that looked like Rebecca screaming in anguish while a female devil, who looked a lot like me, beat her with a whip. At the end of class, I tucked it away in my portfolio and left before Miss King could offer a trip to the school counselor.

I made my way to my gym locker and tossed my bag inside and looked for Farin. She came bouncing down and smiling at me. Julie showed shortly after and started stripping off to change into her uniform. I admired her body briefly before Farin grabbed my chin and turned it back to the uniform on the hanger. It was normal, thank God.

I pulled the skirt up my thighs under my stretch skirt and only took it off when my ass was covered. I pulled off my belly shirt and put on my sweater. No bra, so my breasts were still molded and bouncing. I had turned toward Farin, so Julie wouldn't see the rubber bands. Farin was getting changed with us as well, and soon we were all three dressed for the game.

It felt so good to have panties on under my skirt. We skipped to the field and jumped and cheered when we met up with the rest of the squad. Courtney wasn't there of course. Everyone else was and we got over on our sideline and started doing kicks and cartwheels and Julie amazed everyone by getting a running start from the end zone and did like seven flips in a row before she reached the other end.

We cheered her and soon it was game time. Having missed practice yesterday, I sucked and looked so out of place. Julie was a natural and she learned every cheer and kick and shake perfectly. I tried to keep up, but soon realized the futility of my efforts. I walked over to Rebecca and whispered to her that I didn't know any of the cheers.

"I know," she laughed. "You look so stupid, get back in line."

I hung my head a moment. "And keep smiling for the crowd." She added through a clinched teeth grin.

I smiled and by the end of the game was smiling and keeping up fairly well, once things had been repeated a few times. I was no where near as limber as most of the girls. I tried, but felt my thigh muscles pull a lot.




Darla's Games Day 07



Finally, and we were all panting a little through our smiling faces, the game was over. We had won and we all cheered and screamed and celebrated. We jumped and squealed. Julie showed off some flips. So did several of the others. I did a cartwheel for the hell of it.

The fans came down and congratulated the team as they headed off for the showers. Finally, we headed to the girls locker room. I knew I needed to shower, but also that my ass was still a bit bruised. I went to my locker to contemplate my horrible oncoming date.

When I opened the door, planning to put on my stretchy mini-skirt and look like a total slut, I gasped at what I saw. Inside was a gorgeous blue dress. I looked around wildly for the punch line. Someone had to be fucking with me. There was a note and I took it at once.

Carrie,

No way are you wearing that slut outfit tonight. I'd be far too embarrassed to tell everyone you were my friend. :P 

Love, Julie

I looked over at her and she smiled at me and I hugged her and she hugged me back and I cried all over her uniform, thankful that she hadn't changed yet.

"Well, I'm going to be the hot one tonight." Julie laughed nodding to her red dress. "I just didn't want you taking away all the attention."

"Thank you Julie." I whispered in her ear. "You are the best friend anyone could ever hope for."

"It's just a dress Carrie, you are crushing me." She laughed.

I forgot myself and started stripping off my uniform with her. I noticed the bands and quickly turned away and plucked them off. I couldn't help but moan lightly with the pleasure of removing those blasted things. I slipped them into the locker discreetly with my sweater.

I started to pull down my skirt and panty and Farin snuck up behind me and whacked my ass playfully. It didn't really hurt, which surprised me. She leaned up and whispered in my ear when Julie tugged her skirt off and was temporarily distracted. "It isn't bad, but here, wear a towel to the showers."

I took the towel and wrapped it around me and tucked it and turned and smiled at her. "Thank you" I mouthed to her. She smiled and ran off around the corner to her own locker. We were all laughing and everyone was so excited about the post game party. 

In the shower, I was careful to pick one where I could keep my ass directed to the corner and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. The elation of the victory and the party seemed to wipe any interest of looking at my butt. I giggled to myself at the thought as I rubbed shampoo into my hair and rinsed.

Clean now, I dried with two towels and wrapped one around my hair and another around my body, tucking it in at my breasts. We all went into the bathroom and it is a wonder the circuit breaker didn't pop from all the hair dryers. We helped each other with make up and by the time we were done, we all looked gorgeous.

I went back to the locker for the dress and when I pulled it out, I saw a pair of pink thong panties in the back with a little sticker that said "Love, Farin". I felt so normal as I pulled them on. The dress was elegant. It was smooth as silk and though it was made for Julie, who was about five inches taller than me with smaller boobs, it fit quite well. It hung lower than it was supposed to on the leg and chest, but that made it easier to tuck my huge breasts inside, though even without a bra, I was sporting serious cleavage.

The back sunk very low, and with the change in height, I had to check to be sure my thong top didn't show above the dip. The neckline plunged to below my breasts, but it hung tight enough to keep my breasts separated. They stuck out obscenely, but that couldn't be helped. You couldn't wear a bra with this dress anyway. 

The bottom fell to a couple inches from my knees, so I guessed it would have been about mid thigh on Julie. When I had the dress on, I reached for the matching shoes and had to stuff some TP in the toe to get them to fit properly. I turned then to Julie and she looked absolutely breathtaking.

The red dress she wore was so elegant and form fitting, it was like she was shrink wrapped. It flared loosely at the bottom and as she did a little twirl for me, I laughed and told her she better be careful because I got a peek of her matching red panty. 

She wore about a two inch heel that strapped over her ankle and pushed her calves out so deliciously I nearly wet myself. I followed my eyes up her body and just sighed. "God, you look gorgeous." I sighed.

"Yeah, much better than you for a change." She laughed.

I wondered, did she really think that I looked better than her? I'm not going to be callous and presume that I think myself unattractive, but I always thought she was the prettiest of the pair of us. 

She lifted her dress to show me her red thong and I feigned a gasp. "You slut! You are planning to get lucky tonight!" I laughed.

"Well," she grinned, "We'll see."

We grabbed our handbags, she had given me a blue one to match the dress and I stuffed my license and wallet and keys and cell phone inside. Then we headed out to see Farin and the others. Farin looked more beautiful than ever, she was wearing this green stretchy dress that accentuated her cleavage. It was shouldered, not strapless, so she was wearing a bra to pump her breasts up. The hem fell past mid thigh. Her shoes, strapped to her calves, were a three inch heel.

"Very nice Farin!" I gasped. 

She giggled and said "Wonder bra."

We all laughed and met up in the main aisle with the other eight cheerleaders who were all equally elegant in their dresses.

If you didn't know it, you would think we were going to homecoming instead of a party at someone's house. It felt good.

"Everyone have a ride?" Rebecca asked.

Everyone answered to the affirmative. "Okay, see you there." 

Rebecca wore a black dress of satin. It was beautiful, though I hated to admit it. I didn't look at her long; I simply wasn't interested in the least. But, when she grabbed for my hand, I clinched my eyes shut. I bade Farin and Julie goodbye and that I would see them at the party.

Then, we headed out to the parking lot. I saw Farin head off to the left with April, and the twins Allison and Adison. Julie practically jumped into Chad's arms for a start of the evening kiss. Everyone looked so happy. I wished I were free to join them.

Rebecca looked at my disappointed face and grinned. "Oh stop already. You will have fun tonight I promise." She giggled. "Just do as you are told and get this part over."

We got to the car and Brad and his cousin Charles were waiting outside. Brad waved and Rebecca jumped into his arms for a big kiss. I watched as their tongues slipped into one another's mouths. This was going to be a long drive.

He squeezed her ass as they kissed and she moaned into his mouth. I watched uncomfortably for awhile and then looked over at Charles. He wore jeans and a button up shirt that looked as if he had gone through the trouble of ironing it. He was about 5'11 I guessed, nice broad shoulders, handsome face, and light brown eyes. His hair was a little unkempt, but moussed intentionally so. He had a little goatee. 

He wasn't bad looking at all, in fact, under different circumstances; I probably would have been attracted to him. But right now, my stomach churned at the sight of him. He smiled and held out his hand, since we were getting no introductions.

"Hi, I'm Charles, you must be Carrie." 

I took his hand and we shook hands, it felt uncomfortable and I withdrew rather faster than I normally would have, but not rudely. "Yes, very nice to meet you."

Brad and Rebecca kept right on making out, so we turned away from them. "You look great." He smiled. "Rebecca and Brad told me you were hot, but I didn't think you would look this good."

"Thanks," I blushed. "They didn't tell me much at all about you." I giggled. "You aren't so bad yourself." It sounded corny, but I was uncomfortable.

"Want to take a walk?" He asked. My eyes shot to his to see if he had some ulterior motive. I didn't see any malevolence there, so I acquiesced and we walked away hand in hand.

"So, Brad told me what the deal is with you." He said at last breaking the pleasant silence as we walked off my nerves.

I didn't know how to answer. I just stopped dead in my tracks for a second and then continued on with him. "He talks about you a lot you know. It pisses Rebecca off to no end." He laughed.

I thought this guy might not be so bad after all. "Really?" I sounded as surprised as I was.

"Yeah, he said you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." He laughed.

Well, there went my aspirations for a pleasant stroll. I exhaled loudly in spite of myself.

"Oh, sorry. I guess that came off wrong." He apologized, sort of.

"So, what do you like to do?" He asked, trying to recover.

"Well, apparently sucking cock." I said teasingly and he turned to me astonished. I laughed. He laughed with me.

"I'm an artist. I mean, obviously not a professional one yet, but that is my plan. To go to college and become a starving artist." I giggled at my own cliché.

"That's cool. Maybe I could see your work sometime." Charles suggested.

"Yeah, I'm sure you want to see my work." I laughed.

"Seriously." He stopped. "Is something wrong?"

I turned to him and fought the urge to lash out at him. I breathed deeply and let my little red spot go away. "Look, you'll get a blowjob, that is what they promised right? If you want to know if I want to do it, the answer is no, but I will. What have they told you about me?"

He looked taken aback. "Well, not much really. I mean thanks and everything, I sure as hell wouldn't turn it down, but nobody promised me anything. Why would you do it if you didn't want to anyway?"

Okay, time to blush and blush hard. Shit! I was sure that bitch had told him all about it. Now I felt like a total fucking idiot. "God!" I cried out. "You must think I am a total head case." I turned away a second to get my bearings.

"I'm so sorry Charles. It's just that, well, Rebecca and I are not exactly friends and I owed her a favor and she told me it was going to be to give you and Brad a blowjob tonight and I was sure she told you and now I feel like a total dumbass because even if I wanted to blow you, you wouldn't know if it was part of my favor to her and ... SHIT!" I screamed.

He chuckled. "Okay. First of all, I would not let my date blow some other guy on my date, even if it is a blind date set up by the other guy. Second of all, forget it; you will absolutely not give me a blowjob tonight. I forbid it." He laughed. "Now, you think we can go back and try to get to know each other and have some fun?"

I was blushing so hard I almost cried. "That fucking bitch." I muttered.

He laughed. "Seriously, let's start over. Hi, my name is Charles, you must be Carrie." He extended his hand. 

"Oh my God." I muttered. I shook my head and smiled at him. "I am such an idiot."

"Oh?" He laughed, "Well if you see Carrie, send her my way, Suchanidiot."

I rolled my eyes, how very corny and appropriate at the moment. I took his hand in both of mine and leaned over and kissed his hand softly. "It is a pleasure to meet you Charles."

He squeezed my hand and we walked around the school once. Charles was a decent guy. He was in college and had come out to watch his little cousin play football. That in itself was a laugh, there wasn't much little about Brad, and get your head out of the gutter; I'm not referring to his thingee. He was a Liberal Arts major, which he told me meant that he didn't have a clue what he wanted to do yet, though he had thought of doing something in broadcasting or marketing. We talked a little about my art and he surprised me by being one of the few guys I knew outside of my art class who even knew who Monet was.

We strolled and laughed and came at last down the hill toward the parking lot and I truly wanted to walk around the school another ten times and told him so. He laughed and thanked me, but insisted we go and enjoy the party. I was far too pretty to be kept alone all night.

He was flattering and sweet. I really had grown on him and any thoughts of being a lesbian slut were chased far from my mind. We got to the car and Brad and Rebecca broke up their make out session, which had moved inside the car and now had his pants open and her dress up, though it didn't look as though we had interrupted actual penetration.

"Hi Charles, Hi Carrie" Brad laughed as Rebecca said "Oh shit" and quickly fixed herself. Brad closed his pants up, nothing I hadn't seen already, but I doubt Charles wanted to see it. They got out and finished straightening their clothes. 

"Rebecca, you are a bitch." Charles laughed.

Brad laughed lightly until she elbowed his rib hard. She looked at him and wondered why he said that. Then she looked at me and understood and started laughing.

"What did she say?" She laughed.

"Don't worry about it." Charles replied. "I have found Carrie to be a quite charming girl and we are ready to meet her public." He took my hand and bowed and I laughed.

Even Rebecca couldn't help but laugh, he was funny. I'd say what an aphrodisiac, but it wasn't at the moment. We all got in and headed towards the party. "Oh shit!" Rebecca exclaimed. "I almost forgot, swing by Courtney's." She told Brad.

I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I wasn't comfortable with this sudden change of plans at all. We pulled into a large driveway to an immense house and the car stopped. "Come in with me Carrie." Rebecca chirped and I got out with her.

We went to the beautiful front door of the beautiful house where the beautiful girl lived that I had made unable to attend tonight's party and I felt horrible. She rang the bell and Courtney's mom answered. She was beautiful as well, how fitting. 

"Hi Mrs. Covington." Rebecca greeted. "Can Carrie and I go up and see Courtney for a bit?"

"Of course Rebecca, come on in. I'm sure she will be delighted to see you." She looked at my bandaged hands and frowned slightly. "Nice to meet you Carrie." She returned her smile.

"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Covington." I returned meekly. I was unable to meet her gaze, I felt like she would see in my eyes that I had been the one to disfigure her daughter.

I went with Rebecca up the grand staircase and around the corner and she knocked on the door. "Court, it's Rebecca, can I come in?"

"Sure." Courtney chirped from behind the door. "It's open."

Rebecca opened the door and I stood there in fear and awe. Her room was as gorgeous as she was. A beautiful frilly pink bedspread over a beautiful white four poster bed sat against the wall. The furniture was exquisite, the paintings on her wall tasteful, and the entertainment center was state of the art.

I forced myself inside and Rebecca shut and locked the door. "Go ahead Carrie."

Courtney had been lying on her bed, listening to music and was facing away from us when we came in, but at the sound of my name, she turned her head sharply. "Get that bitch out of here." She said, but didn't scream thankfully.

I looked at her. Her eyes were so dark. Her nose was a mass of gauze with a silver piece of metal on the center. I felt so miserable. I knew what I had to do. I didn't even regret it; I didn't think there was anything as horrible as what I had done to her.

I sank to my knees at her bedside and she jumped a little when I approached her. "Courtney," I begged my head down before her. "I am so very sorry for what I did. I had no reason or right to attack you like that. I was angry with myself, not you. You are so beautiful and I can never repay you for what I did to you. But, I am willing to do whatever you ask, whatever you want, whenever and as long as it pleases you to try to make it up to you."

I thought this was enough. I basically laid everything out to her. I looked up and she was staring at me, surprised. She looked up at Rebecca. "Is she for real?"

Rebecca said, "Yeah, she feels like shit about it. Go ahead and fuck her up if you want. We are going to the party from here."

She looked at me and my eyes were welled up with tears. She giggled. "Get up here." She ordered, though she didn't raise her voice in anger.

I got up and leaned over and closed my eyes, waiting for her to punch me in the face. I braced myself for it, but it didn't come. "You think I want to punch you?" Courtney asked, amused.

"If it makes you feel better Courtney." I whispered. "Anything you want." I gasped.

She giggled again. "I don't want to mess up your make up. But, I'll see you after the party."

I opened my eyes. She was just being Courtney. She winked at me and winced in pain.

"God, I'm so sorry Courtney. Does it hurt a lot?" I asked, letting tears fall to her beautiful bedspread.

"Yes it does." She smiled at me. I groaned.

"Would it make you feel better if I hurt you?" She asked in her giggling way.

"Yes." I admitted. I wanted her to break my nose and make it all even.

"Okay, I'll hurt you real good later. But not right now. Go have fun Carrie. And have a drink for me." She chirped.

"Come with us." I asked. "Please? I'll kick anyone's ass if they say anything about you. Rebecca will too."

She laughed. "I'm sure you would. But no, I don't think my adoring public would approve of my face right now. It should look a lot better by Monday. Besides, I get to watch the party on DVD later. Over and over again."

I understood. Beautiful people had to be beautiful. She would never leave the house with a hair out of place, much less in her current state. "Want me to stay with you?" I offered.

She laughed. "Yes, I would like that very much. But, I'm afraid my moaning might alert my mom and dad and my horny little brother. Go and have fun Carrie. I'll forgive you completely in about five years." She giggled.

I leaned up and kissed her cheek softly. She let me. "You are so beautiful Courtney."

"I know. Now go before I pull you between my legs and change my mind." She laughed.

I got up and wiped my tears with my fingers. "You just smeared your mascara Carrie." Courtney giggled. "That is a bathroom, go clean up right." She indicated a door opposite her bed and I smiled and nodded in appreciation.

"Well you are a hell of a lot nicer than I would have been to the bitch." Rebecca said.

"Oh?" Courtney giggled. "Don't be so sure."

I cleaned up and bidding Courtney goodbye, we promised to see her later. We headed out to the car and drove off to the party. 

Charles was very good at getting my mind off Courtney. He engaged me in thrilling conversation about college and parties and promised to take me to one some day if I wanted. I reflected briefly on Rick and quickly snapped that asshole back out of my mind.

By the time we arrived at the party, Charles and I were sitting quite close together and I was constantly fighting urges to make out with him. It was nice to get out of the car. Brad and Rebecca led the way. I wasn't even sure whose house we were at, but it was a huge house in the country, with land all around it. The nearest neighbor was a good tenth of a mile up the road. 

We went inside and it was a very wide open floor layout. We were probably the last ones to arrive; the place was packed with football players, their girlfriends and all the cheerleaders, but one. I looked around for Julie; I wanted to introduce her to Charles. I wasn't crazy about the idea, thinking it might spur some jealousy, but I thought I'd introduce Farin later too.

One of the players, I assumed the host of the party, came up and offered us all a beer. I never really drank beer and turned it down. Brad, Rebecca and Charles accepted though and we headed in. His name was Ron and he said there was some wine and mixed drinks in the kitchen. I figured I would sip a glass of wine, especially if it was good wine.




Darla's Games Day 07



While the house was large, it was rather distasteful in décor. Apparently, this was a very blue collar family judging by the country style throughout what could easily be turned into a palace of sorts. No big deal, just the musings of my artistic mind.

I finally found Julie in a corner in a loveseat kissing Chad. They were making out pretty heavy and I almost felt guilty when I screamed to her. "Jules!" 

She ignored me, softly broke the kiss and I guessed told him she would be right back. He smiled and waved at me. She popped up and ran over to me with the widest guilty grin. He was staring hard at her ass and I saw the bulge in his jeans that made me giggle.

She ran over and grabbed my hand so hard I squealed. "Oh sorry." She drug me into the other room. 

"Be right back" I smiled at Charles. We ran around the corner and found a vacant part of the room to consort in.

"God, he is a good kisser." Julie squealed when we were semi-alone. 

"I guess so," I laughed. "I thought your tongue was stuck."

"So, what is Charles like?" She asked, beaming in love. 

"He's, well, unexpectedly wonderful." I admitted and smiled with my luck. 

I told her all about him and she told me about the chat they had on the ride here and how quickly they ended up in that love seat after getting here and how they had barely had their lips detached for the last hour.

I guess we took a little bit too long, because we looked up and saw our dates in the doorway across the room talking to each other and watching us squealing and giggling in the corner.

We waved to them and Julie, the forgetful, love struck bitch grabbed my hand again and I winced as she tugged me over to introduce her to Charles.

"I uh, guess you met Chad." I laughed, seeing the two of them drinking beer together. "Charles, I'd like you to meet Julie, my best friend in the whole world."

He smiled at her, "Well, what an honor that must be. It's a pleasure to meet you Julie." He took her hand and kissed it.

"Oh, what a gentleman." Julie giggled.

"Yes," I smiled at him. "Yes he is."

The four of us found a pool table in a back room and despite the occasional reflection on that fateful game about a week ago, I played. Julie and I got some wonderfully sweet watermelon wine, which I had never had before. We sipped slowly and the boys probably finished four beers each by the time we downed a single glass.

I was absolutely having the time of my life and I wished it would never end. But, usually, at least in the past six days, I have continuously discovered that every time things seem normal and everything seems to be going well, it is like a harbinger of doom.

We had just finished a game with an unexpected eight ball sink by yours truly, when I saw Farin at the doorway. I felt embarrassed that I hadn't sought her out earlier. She looked very sad at me and then turned and walked away.

"Umm, take the break Charles, I just saw someone I need to talk to." I excused myself.

"Want me to come?" Julie offered.

"No, just be a minute or two." I called back. "You ready for another glass?"

"Sure." She called after me and the three of them went to chatting. It was surprising how well the four of us were getting along.

Once out of sight, I ran to find Farin. In retrospect, I should have let it be and dealt with her later, but I felt guilty, especially at the sadness in her eyes. I ran through the rooms looking for her and saw her at the front door, talking to April and crying. April hugged her and tried to console her. 

I sighed. It was everything I had feared. I walked up to her and touched her shoulder. She turned on me angry that I would dare to touch her, though she didn't say anything. "Come on Farin," I smiled, "Let's go get some air."

April agreed that was probably a good idea and Farin came with me out the front door. We walked down away from the party and when we ran out of asphalt, we kicked off our shoes and walked barefoot through the grass. We walked in silence for awhile, hand in hand, her sobbing softly now and then and me wincing in pain every time I squeezed her hand. 

When the sounds of music and laughter faded behind us, I stopped and turned her to face me. "I'm not a lesbian Farin." 

She shook and cried, "I know."

"At least, I don't think I am." I added. "I know I am not ready to go public with my relationship with you. You never pushed me on that before, so why is tonight such an issue?"

"He's handsome." She sobbed. "I don't blame you. I'd be all over him too if I were..."

I looked at her so sadly; I knew the word she couldn't say was straight. She felt like I had felt last night, sort of. I pulled her into a tight hug and let her ruin Julie's dress with her tears.

"Farin," I whispered. "I love you..."

She shook in my arms, "But?" She said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"But not like you think you love me." I whispered and in spite of her superior height, with her head on my shoulder, I softly played in her hair.

"Don't treat me like a child Carrie." She growled at me. "I know I love you, I'm not some love struck little girl like you want to pretend."

I was taken aback by this. How did she even know I felt that way? "Okay then, I don't love you like you love me." I whispered. 

She shuddered and cried harder into my shoulder. "Why? Because I don't have a cock? I could strap one on for you." She laughed sadly.

I couldn't laugh, I was breaking her heart and it burned me badly. "I don't know." I mused. "I think it is more that I am so new to women that I haven't made my mind up yet. I love being with you. I love to make love to you. You are beautiful and fun and I'm really lucky that you love me. In honesty, I'm probably an idiot for not returning your love with all my heart."

"But, for now, you wouldn't want me to lie to you and I wouldn't want to live that lie." I breathed out heavily.

"You know, I'll probably be a bitch to you now." She laughed sadly.

"No, I don't think so." I smiled and kissed her head. "We don't have to be over unless you can't handle it Farin. And if that is the case, then yes, you will be a bitch to me and I'll understand. You will try very hard to hurt me and I will be stubborn and not let you know you are hurting me and we will both cry alone in our rooms every night."

"And so, I find myself in the unique position of asking you what you want for the first time in a week." I giggled.

"Oh Carrie." She sobbed. "You won't give me what I want. But, I'll take what I can get."

"Just until something better comes along." I whispered.

"There is nothing better." She cried.

"There is always something better." I smiled. "No matter how good what you have is, short of absolute perfection, there is always something better."

"Will you make love to me?" Farin asked and kissed my neck.

"Here?" I asked. "Now?"

"I guess that would be a bit much." She giggled. 

"Yes, I am sure we would quickly garner the attention of the entire party." I laughed. "And would be the talk of the school on Monday."

"I wouldn't mind that." Farin sighed.

"I know love, but I would." I said, kissing her head.

She pulled my face down and pressed her lips to mine and we kissed. It started sweetly, but soon exploded into a passionate, tongues-throat-deep kiss that went on and on. We moaned into each others' mouths and had our hands on each others' asses and breasts. I knew I had to stop this soon or we would be in a 69 on the lawn in front of a house full of our schoolmates.

I lightly squeezed here and there and I softly pulled my lips away with a gentle smack of the lips. I held her face in my hands, and she held mine in hers. "Don't go." I whispered.

"It's torture to stay." She smiled weakly and I understood what it must be like for her.

"How are you getting home?" I asked.

"Darla will take me. I'm pretty sure. She is kind of pissed that you are in the other room. She wants to get you into some party games and humiliate you. I hear that is your thing, you lesbian whore slut pig." She laughed.

I couldn't help but gasp that they had told her and laugh with her.

"Listen Farin, don't do anything stupid okay? I wish you would stay. I'll introduce you to Charles if you want. We can take turns playing pool..."

She shook her head no. "I'm sure he is a great guy. Knowing it first hand would just be worse. At least this way, I can pretend he is an asshole and he will break your heart and you will come running back to me and I can make you crawl to me." She laughed, actually laughed for the first time.

"I understand." I smiled. "Let's go back up. Maybe someone inside can change your mind. After all, Charles isn't invited to Rebecca's after the party, you are." I winked.

"Fucking one track mind, horny little slut." She laughed.

"Yeah, that's me, a big ole slut." I laughed.

We hugged again and went back up to the house. We got our shoes back on at the drive and I checked her face in the light from the house outside before we went in.

We walked in hand and hand and Charles, Julie and Chad were in the main throng of the house now. I guess we had been gone a bit too long. Julie looked at me puzzled when I walked in with Farin. She chastised me with her eyes and pointed at Charles with her eyes.

She was hung on Chad's arm. Charles didn't look out of place or lonely at all. He was rather a natural at making friends and was chatting with Allison and Addison, which somehow, only made me a little bit jealous. After all, I was just kissing my girlfriend. I laughed to myself. I gave Farin a soft kiss on the cheek and she smiled and walked over to where I saw Darla for the first time tonight.

I walked over to Charles and listened in on their conversation before interrupting. The fucker was asking about me. "Ahem!"

Charles had seen me approaching the whole time and wasn't surprised. The twins, however, gave a start when they looked over their shoulder and realized I was the rude bitch who interrupted them. "Go find your own men. This one's taken." I laughed.

We all laughed, but they left. "Miss me?" I asked. 

"Not at all." He smiled. "Great party. They are playing strip poker in the back room. Want to watch? Or play?" He laughed.

"No way. Julie lent me this great dress and I am not taking it off all night." I smiled.

"Bummer." Chad joked.

"No doubt." Charles added.

"Who was that?" Charles asked, nodding to Farin, who was gliding through the crowd towards her sister.

"That is Farin." I smiled. "An extraordinarily beautiful and wonderful friend who just got her heart broke."

"Pity." He sighed. "She is pretty hot. If I were alone, she'd be easy pickings. I bet I could even get a blowjob." He looked at me and laughed.

I punched him in the ribs, hard. "I doubt it." I smiled, looking at her talking to Darla. "I seriously doubt it." I chuckled at the thought of her telling him she was a lesbian.

Julie asked me to join her and we excused ourselves to the powder room and the guys went to get us some more wine and beers, since I had neglected to get our wine during my side trek with Farin.

Once the bathroom door closed, Julie tore into me. "What the hell was that all about?"

"She was crying, so I took her for a walk." I answered, kind of bothered that she was making me answer to her.

"You were gone for a long time. Where did you walk to?" Her tone was not questioning but accusing.

"We walked down the front yard a little ways. What is with the interrogation?" I shot back.

"If you just wanted to ditch your guy on me and Chad to entertain, then you should have told me. I would have said no and gone back to the loveseat!" She shouted.

What was she talking about? What did she know? "I didn't ditch him on you and if you want to go make out with Chad, who is stopping you? Go fuck him for all I care!" I yelled back.

"Fine. See you later." She shouted at me. "By the way Carrie." She said my name with venom. "Your fucking lipstick is smeared."

She slammed the door behind her and was gone. I looked in the mirror. It was smeared. I locked the door and sat on the toilet and cried. She knew. My secret was gone, at least from my best friend.

Someone started pounding the door after a few minutes with polite knocks. I got up and said, "Just a minute." I wiped my eyes and my lips and opened the door to let April in.

I walked downstairs and saw Charles in the kitchen. I went over to him. I looked around for Julie, but didn't see her anywhere. "Hey Charles." I waved.

He smiled and waved me over to him so I went. "What's going on?" I watched as Allison slid to her knees and pulled a guy's zipper down with her lips.

"Truth or dare." Charles laughed. "She is supposed to try to get his cock out without hands."

"Jesus!" I exclaimed. "A bit too heavy for me. Let's go play some pool." I suggested.

"Wait, I want to see if she can do it." He laughed.

Allison was pulling his fly open wider with her teeth and then smashed her head down to try to open his boxer fly with her tongue. There was a pretty sizable group in the room, all laughing at her efforts. She swished her tongue and the recipient was moaning, a bit for effect, a bit in actual enjoyment. "Oh yeah baby." He laughed.

It was demeaning. I wanted to yell at Allison to get up, but she was giggling and having fun, so no harm. I glanced around for a sign of Julie, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I hated leaving things like they were. "Tell me how it ends." I whispered to Charles. 

He was getting drunk, I could tell. He grunted and I walked away to find Julie. I saw a bottle of wine on the table in the dining room with some glasses and went to make myself a glass. "Here," Rebecca smiled and came in the room with Brad, "Let me get that for you." 

She was drunk, so was Brad. I suddenly wondered if she would let me drive us home. "I um, better not Rebecca. I think I should drive home, okay Brad?" I had to be delicate; I know how protective drunks are about their ability to drive. I also knew I was not riding home with him in his stumbling condition. 

"Okay." Brad smiled and handed me his keys. "I'm sure Rebecca won't mind being in the back seat with me." He chuckled.

"We are going to be here awhile." Rebecca smiled, her eyes glossy. "Why don't you have another glass of wine, it will wear off by the time we leave."

I considered it. "No, I'm okay; I'll just get a soda."

"Suit yourself." Rebecca went back to making out with Brad.

I wanted to leave, but now I knew I was here for the long haul. I went through to the next room and saw Darla and Farin were still here and talking nicely on the couch. "Hey!" I waved at them and smiled. "Have you seen Julie?" I asked.

"She rolled." Farin said. "Looked a little pissed, but Chad had her smiling when they left."

"Oh, thanks." I smiled weakly. I'd have to make up with her tomorrow.

"You okay?" Farin asked.

"Yeah, Julie and I had a fight." I answered.

"Oh, sorry, want to sit with us awhile?" Farin asked.

I looked back where Charles was undoubtedly drinking his sixth or seventh beer while watching Allison pull that cock out with her mouth. "Sure." I smiled and sat down.

Farin and Darla were sipping wine. "Want a drink?" Farin asked.

"Naa, the drunkenly appointed designated driver, I waved Brad's car keys." I laughed.

Darla and Farin laughed with me. "Kids shouldn't drink, they can't control it." Darla smiled.

"Well, am I a kid?" I grinned.

"Yeah, and a nasty one too." She laughed.

"Want a soda?" Darla asked. 

"Sure, I was actually going to get one after I found Julie, but ..." I trailed off.

"Sit tight, I'll get you one." Darla smiled.

I sat with Farin and told her what Julie had said in the bathroom.

She was wide eyed when I finished. "Do you think she knows?"

"I'm not sure." I answered, "She could have thought you were just covering for me kissing some other guy. Of course, no guys came in with us." I laughed sadly.

"Sorry Carrie. I didn't mean for that to happen." Farin apologized.

"Not your fault. Don't worry about it." I answered.

"Here ya go." Darla said, offering me a can of Diet Dr. Pepper.

"How did you know?" I asked, I didn't think she ever saw me drink a soda and somehow she knew what I drank.

"I've seen your refrigerator." She laughed.

"Oh yeah." I chuckled.

We chatted about nothing and everything. I imagine an hour or more passed before I saw Charles come into the room. "Hey!" He came over and I smelled the beer on his breath, it was very strong. I could tell he must have had some liquor too because I smelled that as well. He practically stumbled and knelt down in front of me.

"Where have you been?" He laughed. 

"Did Allison get the cock out?" I laughed.

"Oh yeah." He chortled. "It was hilarious, took her forever. I thought the guy would blow his load on her face by the time she got it out."

"So are they done?" I asked. He was little use now. Most guys become more aggressive when they get drunk, but few are entertaining anymore.

"Not at all. You should come with me, its fun." He offered a hand.

"Umm, no thanks," I smiled. "But you can go if you want. I'll check on you in a little while to make sure you are being a good boy." I laughed.

Now, I know he wanted to get into my pants, but all guys are controlled by their cocks and cocks crave variety. I knew giving him the okay to be playing with all those teenage girls without me was exactly what he wanted. Sure enough, he didn't surprise me at all.

"Okay, I really wish you would join us though." He smiled and struggled to his feet. He didn't know it, but he just let slip he had been playing already.

He stumbled back out and they all cheered his return. I'm sure he was the life of the party.

"We were going to go." Farin said finally. "But I'll stay if you want me to."

I smiled at her. "God, I desperately want you to Farin, but I have no idea how long it will be before the liquor runs out or I can convince the drunks to quit for the night."

Darla smiled at us. "Stay Farin. I doubt there will be an after party at Rebecca's, but if there is, I'll pick you two up in the morning."

"Thanks Darla." I smiled at her. "So, where are you going to go?"

"Ah, things didn't work out as I planned. I am finding this party very boring with you being so responsible. But, I wouldn't change it. You're a good kid Carrie, stay that way. I'm going to go hang with Jill and the gang for awhile. Maybe if they are too drunk you can ditch the three of them and slip by Jill's for the night."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Sure. I don't see why not." She smiled. "Hold on."

She went in the other room and a few minutes later came back and handed me a paper with directions on it. She waited for me to read it and when I concurred that I could find it she bid us both a good evening and congratulated me on being so responsible.

With Julie and Darla gone, and my 'date' immersed in the games in the back room, it left Farin and I quite alone. I was eternally grateful that she hadn't gone with Darla and I told her so. She was pretty happy too.

"Mind if I have another glass of wine?" Farin asked.

"No, go ahead." I smiled, taking a last sip of my soda.

I decided to join her and we went towards the louder-by-the-minute game in the back room. The game had moved from the spacious kitchen to the much more spacious dining room. Farin and I stayed close and I knew we should try to slip by as quietly as possible. 

The group was getting very loud. It was obvious that there had been way too much drinking. One guy was passed out on a chair in the corner of the dining room with drool all over his mouth, dripping down his chin. I saw, with a quick glance around the room, that Brad and Rebecca had joined in the fun. 

The twins, Allison and Addison, and most of the other cheerleaders were playing. I saw Britney, April, Kelly and Sheila, only Karen was elsewhere. There were some other girls from school, only a couple who were girlfriends of some of the popular players on the team. There were about eight football players besides Brad. 




Darla's Games Day 07



They were all laughing at Kelly as she held stood on unsure feet on a players' chair, holding her dress over his head while my 'knight in shining armor' timed it. She was moaning and laughing. I'm pretty sure the guy under her dress was licking her pussy.

We slid by into the kitchen, I grabbed another diet Dr. P and Farin poured herself another glass of wine and we made our way back to the solitude of the front of the house. In retrospect, we should have gone out the other direction.

As we passed through the living room, Kelly was now sitting on the football players' lap with her arms wrapped around him, smiling. Rebecca saw me and started whispering to Brad and I instinctively grabbed Farin's hand and pulled her faster. She had paused to watch and I didn't trust Rebecca, even if she had been nice so far, relatively speaking of course.

"Charles, Truth or Dare." Brad said. We were almost there. 

I heard Jiminy Cricket in my head yelling to run, but I just kept pulling a voyeuristic Farin along, wishing she would get the clue. "Dare." Charles answered.

Farin paused again, to see what my 'date' would have to do. We were so close to the entry way to the next room. I tugged hard. "I dare you to take Carrie's panties off with your mouth." 

I sighed and looked back at her. She understood instantly why I had been trying to rush her and gave me the best 'I'm sorry' she could without saying it out loud.

"Sorry guys, I'm not playing." I tried.

"Oh stop being so uptight Carrie. We aren't leaving for awhile, stay in here with us, you too Farin." Rebecca said.

I turned away and clinched my eyes. This was a bad thing and I knew it. I absolutely had made it a point not to get involved in this game. I turned and put on a smile. "I'd really rather not, thanks, but Charles, I don't mind if you want to play, okay? Just don't you girls try to steal him because I'd have to kick your ass." I laughed. God, I hoped that worked. A touch of go be a bad boy and a little hint of jealousy. Stroke his ego and let him have a free conscience. It should work.

"Sorry Carrie, I don't think anyone else is still wearing panties." Charles laughed. They all laughed. 

I leaned over to Farin, they were all drunk, probably didn't even see me doing it. "As soon as he is done, we need to get out of here okay?"

She nodded. I got an idea. "Charles, darling?"

"Yes Carrie?" He smiled. At least he wasn't slurring his words yet.

"Ask me for my panties." I grinned.

"Can I have your panties Carrie?" He asked and started to get up.

I handed Farin my soda, bunched up my dress at the sides, pulled my thong down and stepped out of it and threw it across the table to hit him in the chest. "Of course love." Everyone was staring at me. Charles fumbled them for a second before catching them in his hand. He momentarily had a confused look and then he was the first to start laughing. Even in light of his drunkenness, I was happy to know my date was the brightest of the lot.

They all stared for a few seconds, unable to process that he had just gotten my panties off with his mouth. I hoped Farin and I would be near the front door before it sunk in to everyone and we left quickly.

"Carrie." Charles called to me, laughing. 

"Have fun baby" I called over my shoulder and never even slowed down.

"What was that about?" Brad asked. 

"I got her panties off with my mouth, duh" Charles laughed. It finally sunk in and they all started laughing. A few of them called Charles a cheater and finally the din quieted as we rounded the corner out of the adjoining room.

Farin giggled. "That was pretty quick thinking."

I was pretty pleased with myself. "It just came to me. Thanks."

We sat down in the room. The only other people in this room were Karen and her boyfriend, who were making out like mad in the loveseat where Chad and Julie had been earlier. I stared, not at them, but at the loveseat.

Farin pushed me hard. "Don't stare." She whispered.

I shook myself out of my trance. "Oh" I giggled. "I wasn't, I was just thinking."

"Julie is your best friend. You two will be fine tomorrow." Farin smiled reassuringly.

I pulled the cell out of my bag to check the time. It was only 10:30 and I wished this night could be over. I really wanted to go back to Jill's house, but even just to get out of this dangerous house would be enough.

"Let's go for a walk." I said and started getting up. Farin gladly followed. We left the house, kicked off our shoes at the driveway and walked hand in hand away from the ever louder party. When the sound had died down from distance, we found a nice grassy spot and stopped.

"I wish I had a blanket." I said.

"I can go get one out of the house," Farin smiled. "Wait here." She pushed her glass of wine into my hand.

"No, Farin..." She had already started running.

"I'll be right back!" She yelled.

"You don't have to..." I yelled after her, but she was gone, sprinting as much as her dress would allow. I saw her go in the house. I honestly just didn't want to ruin Julie's dress, which was why I wanted the blanket.

I looked up at the stars for awhile and pontificated.

Farin came running down the hill a few minutes later with a blanket. I thanked her and we spread it out and just lay down, looking at the stars, talking for awhile. We talked about the past week and about school. She told me some things about Darla and Jill and the rest of that group. I told her details about the incident in the bathroom with the cheerleading squad when she asked me for the fifth time. 

It was nice to just talk. We held hands. It felt good. A bell rang in my head that it was a harbinger of doom, but the doom didn't come. We laughed about my run through the school naked. She consoled me about hitting Courtney and my subsequent fit of self loathing against the tree.

"Well, I think you are just in denial." Farin smiled at me.

"About what?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.

"I think you are trying to force yourself to be heterosexual." Farin answered. "It's okay. I did it for years. I still fuck a guy now and then just to make sure." She laughed.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

"I guess I always have, deep down. I hated myself since I was about twelve. I just wasn't attracted to guys; I found them to be quite smelly." She laughed.

"I don't know." I mused. "I kind of like stinky stuff." I chuckled.

"You are so gross." She chortled.

At some point, we fell silent and just gazed at the stars. It was so nice to just lie there, pressed by nothing. I looked over at Farin. She was smiling at the stars.

"Farin, I do love you." I whispered.

Her smile widened. "I know." She said.

We held hands and lie in silence again. I don't know how long we were there alone and in peace. I heard my phone buzz in my handbag and got it out. It was Rebecca.

"Hey." I answered.

"Where the hell are you?" Rebecca laughed. "Your date is beside himself."

I heard Charles in the background laughing, probably at another dare. "Farin and I went for some air." I answered. "You all ready to go?"

"Yeah" Rebecca said. "We'll start breaking out of here. See you in a few."

"K." I hung up. "Time to go baby." I smiled at Farin.

We headed back up to the house and went in to say goodbye to everyone. So many of them were drunk. I made a point to ask April if she was crashing, because I knew she was driving. She was, so that was cool. In fact, I asked all of the cheerleaders if they had a safe ride home. I didn't want their blood on my hands if I could help it. Pretty much all of them were staying the night, except Karen and she was pretty sober.

Charles, Brad and Rebecca were smashed. I guess since I was driving, they felt they could drink to excess and they did. Farin and I were getting very frustrated. It sucks to be sober amidst drunks. We eventually got the three of them into the back seat and Farin rode up front with me.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I figured we would drop Charles and Brad off first and then head to Rebecca's and Brad could get his car tomorrow.

"My house." Rebecca broke away from kissing Brad to tell me.

Farin and I looked at each other and I drove. I checked the clock on the car, it was around midnight. "Hey Rebecca?" I asked.

She was in a desperate lip lock with Brad and broke away, "What?" she huffed at the interruption. 

"We aren't picking up Courtney right?" I didn't think so at this time of night, but thought I should be sure.

"Fuck Courtney, she's probably asleep." She slurred and went back to being mauled by Brad's big hands.

Charles was watching Brad and Rebecca and then looking up at me, back and forth. He caught me looking at him in the rear view mirror and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"So Farin, why do you keep stealing my date?" He asked her, leaning up to semi-join us in the front.

Farin and I laughed. Rebecca snorted.

"I just had a rough evening." Farin said to him. "Carrie is a great friend."

"Yeah, she is pretty great." He smiled. He absolutely reeked of liquor.

"Were you doing shots?" I asked.

"Yeah, we all were." He answered, spilling the odor of alcohol from his breath.

"So, how did the game go?" I asked, grinning. "Did you get a blowjob?"

He laughed. Farin looked at me like I was crazy. "Inside joke" I told her.

"No, nothing like that. Just some harmless fun." He smiled.

"Yeah right!" Rebecca laughed. My eyes darted to her; Brad had her dress up to her waist. She had his pants open. 'Great', I thought, 'they are going to fuck in the car while I drive, how tactless.'

"What?!" Charles asked innocently.

Rebecca laughed. "You were fucking Katie right there at the table you perv!"

I rolled my eyes. So much for the great guy.

"Rebecca, you have no idea. She was giving me a lap dance is all." He argued.

She laughed louder. "If that was a lap dance, I'm a virgin."

He looked at me and saw the displeasure in my face. "Carrie, I did not fuck her. We just made it look like that for fun."

Like he needed to answer to me? Whatever. The sooner I got away from them the better.

"If you don't believe me, suck his cock and see if it tastes like pussy." Rebecca laughed.

He laughed half-heartedly. "She can't, we made a pact."

Farin turned away from him. She was obviously a little pissed at him too. "Aw come on." Charles pressed. "Carrie, pull over."

"What?!" Farin and I said at the same time.

"Pull over, you can taste my dick and you'll know I'm not lying. I don't want to ride another half hour with you being pissed at me." He said. He wasn't laughing.

"Oh fuck Brad." Rebecca exclaimed. Charles was up on the very edge of the seat, his arm pits over each front seat. Brad had pushed Rebecca back on the seat behind him. I could see him fishing his cock around at her pussy. He was going to fuck her, as I had thought.

I rolled my eyes. What a classy chick.

"Seriously Carrie, pull over." Charles persisted.

"No Charles." I answered. "It's fine. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. If you fucked her, you fucked her, you don't belong to me. If you didn't, you didn't. It wouldn't change anything; I still want to see you again. I'd rather see you sober the whole time next date though."

I hoped this would placate him, though I rather didn't plan to see him again. It probably would have worked if I could have kept my mouth shut about the drinking. Drunks are always so insulted when you comment on their drinking.

"I'm not drunk." He said. "Maybe if you drank a little more, you would loosen up and have fun."

"Okay Charles. You're right." He was starting to scare me. I have had a lot of experience with drunks. My mom is one and most of her dates since my dad left. I have also been to parties with drinking since I was thirteen, so I know the signs.

"So why didn't you Carrie? We could have had a lot of fun tonight. Instead you go running off, ditching me all night for your friends. Why did you even bother going with me?" He was sounding nastier by the minute.

"You're right Charles. I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. I had a great time with you and I shouldn't have left you." I stared over at Farin, who was about to say something and I silently shouted, hoping she would read my lips. 'Shut Up!'

She did, so I guess she understood. It didn't stop Charles though and I wasn't sure what would at this point. "You damn well should be sorry. And you too Farin. What the hell was so wrong that you had to steal my date all night long?"

I glared at her. 'Apologize' I mouthed. But, she didn't. "Charles, you are drunk. Maybe that is why she came with me. She had to stay sober to drive home and she didn't want to hang out with a bunch of drunks. That is why she was hanging out with me and not you." She half-yelled at him.

I knew it was the wrong thing to do. But, there was no way to stop her. Charles grabbed at the steering wheel and yelled at me to pull over.

"Stop it Charles, you're going to make me wreck the car." I screamed at him.

This got Brad's attention. "Douche bag!" He yelled at his cousin. "You make her wreck my car; I'm going to wreck your face. Knock it off!" Brad was pissed. I think mostly because it interrupted his fucking Rebecca.

"I gotta piss. Pull over Carrie." Charles said in that loud voice guys make when they are so drunk they can barely hear themselves.

"Okay." I said. "Just hold on a minute while I find a safe place."

I was cursing him in my mind. Another date? Not in this fucking lifetime. I found a little dirt shoulder up ahead with trees around and pulled into it slowly and parked. Farin opened her door and leaned forward with the seat so he could get out.

He got out of the car and walked over to the trees to piss. "Carrie!" He yelled. "You gotta see this! Come here quick!"

I didn't move. Farin looked at me concerned. I leaned in and we whispered, hopefully under Rebecca's moans now coming from the back seat.

"Just don't bring up him being drunk and try to be nice no matter what he says." I whispered. "In another half hour, we will never have to see him again, just remember that."

"Carrie!" He yelled louder. 

"Charles, I am not coming over there. Take your piss and get back in the car so we can go to the party." There would be no party of course, but I hoped that would interest him.

"Party?" He called back. "Oh yeah. But first you need to come here and see this."

"Charles, anything you have to show me, you can show me in the car." I shouted back. 

"Okay." He laughed. "If you say so."

He walked out of the tree line and had his cock dangling out of his fly. "Oh my God!" Farin screeched and turned to me laughing.

"Shut up Farin, please. Don't encourage him." I grit my teeth.

"I need help getting this thing back in." He laughed as he walked past the front of the car to my side. "Come on Carrie. Help me tuck it in."

He pressed his flaccid cock against the window and started slapping the head against it. His cock was getting harder as he tapped the window again and again. Farin was laughing. I didn't think it funny at all. "Charles, you have a nice cock, now put it away and get in the car. Please." I said.

He kept tapping the window until he was hard. "Come on Carrie, I can't, I need your help." He laughed.

"Charles!" I yelled at him. "Put it away and get in the car."

"Not until you kiss it." He laughed.

"Then I will leave your ass here on the side of the road. I mean it." I yelled at him.

"Wind down your window first." He said.

"No!" I screamed. Get in now or I am leaving, you have to five. I started the car and he jumped back.

"One"

He laughed. "You won't leave me here."

"Try me. Two." I glared at him. He had me so pissed I would have hit him in the head if I had a bat and drug his ass into the car.

"Fine." He muttered. "You really are no fun. What a bitch."

Farin opened her mouth and I turned and glared at her. "Shut up Farin."

She closed it. Charles tucked his thing in his pants and got back in the car. I spun out of the shoulder. Rebecca moaned, I guess the sudden spurt of speed had rammed Brad up into her.

"Carrie, you really are a bitch. I was nice to you all night and you just blow me off. I'm in college you little high school girl." He shouted at me.

Brad was grunting and Rebecca moaning louder in the back. I hoped they would both climax soon and help me to calm Charles down.

"You're right Charles. I'm a bitch." I said.

"Fucking right you are. And a tease too." He growled.

Rebecca was squealing. She was cumming and I was glad Brad got hers done before his own. I can't imagine what kind of bitch she would be neglected her orgasm.

"I'm sorry I'm such a bitch and a tease Charles. You probably would have been better to never have met me." I said.

"You even admit it." He shouted. "Just get us to Rebecca's house so I can be rid of you."

"I'm sorry you feel that way Charles, but I understand." I breathed out heavily. It seemed he was placated.

Brad came eventually, after Rebecca did a second time and they sat up and fixed their clothes and started kissing again. We got to Rebecca's house in silence and I parked the car and Farin and I got out. Charles had been quiet and brooding and I still didn't trust him, so I got next to Farin and we moved away from the car a bit.

Charles climbed out and Brad and Rebecca finally made it out themselves. "Brad?" I asked his attention. 

"Yeah Carrie?" Brad returned. 

"I think Farin and I are going to go. Can I borrow your car? I'll fill it up and be back in the morning?" I wanted to get out of here. 

"Okay with you Bec?" He asked.

"Sure, see you tomorrow Carrie." She went back to sucking face and they made their way to the house and Charles stood there a minute. I stood back, holding my arms out a bit to keep Farin behind me. It was silly really, being protective of her when I was the one he wanted to do whatever it was he wanted to do to.

He stared at me for a minute, then tossed his hands up and went into the house with Brad and Rebecca. Relieved, I got in the car with Farin.

"Well, my mom thinks I am crashing at Rebecca's. Want to go to Jill's?" I asked.

"Sure, if you must." She sighed.

"What?" I asked, concerning her frustration.

"Nothing Carrie. You don't love me, I'll live, just go to Jill's and I'll get a ride with Darla so you two can fuck." She said.

"Whoah!" I yelled and pulled over. I put the car in park. She was glaring at me. I grabbed her head in back by the hair and kissed her hard.

She started hitting me, not hard and I just held on and kissed her. Eventually, her hits weakened and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back. After a couple of minutes, I broke the kiss.

"You have to give me time, but I had no intention of fucking Jill tonight." I said softly. "I love you Farin. Please believe I will give you all I can and I will never lie to you. We can go wherever you want tonight. My house is out, but we can just spend the night here in the car if you want."

She looked at me like I had hit her in the head with a club. Her eyes were slightly glazed and she smiled weakly. "Sorry Carrie. I guess I am the jealous type."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." I laughed lightly.

"Let's go someplace where we can be alone?" Farin smiled at me. "Okay. I think I know just the place." We kissed again. I put the car into drive and headed down the road, then turned onto a long country road. I drove along until I found an old deserted gravel road. My father had taken me fishing here before, when I was a little girl. It was next to a river and as far as I knew, deserted. I pulled into a dirt shoulder and parked the car.

I popped the trunk from inside. Maybe Brad had a blanket in there. "Let's go." I smiled at her squeezing her hand.

We got out and locked the car and thank fate there was a blanket in the back. I pulled it out and we walked hand in hand, me leading the way towards the rushing sounds of the water. The path was overgrown with weeds and undergrowth. We made our way through it all, scratching a leg here and there along the way.




Darla's Games Day 08



The first thing I remember hearing in the morning was the soft chirping of birds. I lay there, unwilling to open my eyes and enjoying the warmth of the rising sun on my naked body. Farin was there, in my arms. All was right in the world. We were wrapped in the blanket, at least partially. I was on the opened end and could feel the cool breeze on my exposed ass and back. 

I slowly allowed my eyes to open and looked at her, sleeping so peacefully. I just lie there, as still as possible and watched her sleep with a content grin on my face. I was in love. The birds were singing so joyously, as if in celebration. The river roared below us, even the trees seemed to creak under the light breeze to acknowledge the birth of our love.

A part of my head pained at the thought of being a lesbian, but how could I not be? I was in love for the first time. And it was with her. My heart was pounding in my chest with recognition as if it had just begun beating for the first time. She began to stir and I softly caressed her cheek and watched her mouth smile and her eyes flutter to life.

"Good morning." She whispered.

"Good morning." I smiled. "I love you with all my heart." I blurted it out. I wanted her to know.

She smiled wider. "Oh Carrie, please tell me I'm not dreaming." 

"Mmm, well if you are, don't ever wake up." I grinned.

We kissed. Morning breath, but we didn't care. We kissed and hugged and celebrated with more kissing and hugging. We shrugged off the blanket and writhed in each other's arms. I kissed down her body and made love to her with my mouth. She recovered and made love to me with hers. I recovered and we simultaneously pleased each other. We just couldn't get enough of one another. 

We were lying in each other's arms, recovering for the tenth or hundredth or thousandth time. The details are dear to my heart and I could spend a thousand words describing every tender moment and it would not give you an inkling of an idea of how wonderful it truly was.

We were kissing and tasting one another on our mouths, when we noted the sun was pretty high in the sky.

"We better get back." Farin whined. "They will be looking for us."

I sighed. "Let them look." I rolled on top of her and went down on her again.

After Farin recovered again, we decided to take a 'bath' in the river. The water was extremely cold, but we hugged and held each other so close, we stayed warm. We made love with our fingers in the water. 

Having no towels, we just lie down on the blanket and let the warm sun caress our bodies dry.

We dozed off for awhile and drifted into a state of peaceful solace. A bit later we awoke and looked at the sun beginning its decent from straight above us and realized it must be afternoon. 

"Well, I guess we should go." I sighed, stroking her cheek and gazing into her eyes.

"Yeah, we are going to be in trouble." She smiled, "especially you." She giggled.

Taking each other's hand we got up and dressed, smiling at each other constantly. We walked back and retrieved our shoes and made our way back through the thick brush to Brad's car. I put the blanket in the back seat and started the car and headed back down the gravel road. 

I looked at the handbag, knowing there would have been calls, Rebecca wondering where Brad's car was and Darla wondering where I was, but I didn't care at the moment. I held Farin's hand and we smiled and rode towards Rebecca's house. We stopped and filled the tank as I had promised and Farin got us a couple of diet Dr. Peppers and we drove and reflected, barely speaking on the way.

I pulled into Rebecca's drive and almost immediately, she and Brad came out. Brad was furious, I could tell.

"A little past morning Carrie!" He yelled at me. 

I parked and got out. "I'm sorry Brad." I apologized, though I wouldn't have done it any differently. "Really I am."

Rebecca started laughing. I looked at her, confused.

"You two have been going down on each other all day!" She laughed. "Oh you are in so much trouble Carrie. So, are you two a couple now? Shall I alert the media?" She laughed.

I looked at Farin, an expression that I hoped read, how did she know? Farin just shrugged.

"You two are glowing." Rebecca smirked. "It's quite obvious. Anyway, Brad and I had a nice morning together too; maybe we should all double date sometime." She laughed.

Farin and I couldn't help but blush a little. But we weren't really upset, just a little embarrassed. We knew it would be obvious where we were for so long. 

"Well, I gotta go." Brad huffed. "I hope you two didn't cum all over my seats."

He kissed Rebecca.

"Brad?" I asked, "Can you drop us off somewhere?"

"If it's on the way." He muttered. "Where do you want to go?"

"My house, in Westshire." I said.

"Sorry, heading the other direction. Bec, I'll call you later." And he kissed her again and headed to the car. 

"Umm, I'll take the blanket and wash it and bring it to school Monday." I offered as I handed him the keys.

He rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you're a lesbian Carrie. I guess that explains a lot."

I took the blanket and he got in his car and drove off.

"Well, I guess you'll have to call Darla." Rebecca laughed. "Come on in. Charles left its okay."

We followed her in and not having to worry about images, we held one another's hands.

Rebecca had a nice house, not as nice as Courtney's but much nicer than my mom's townhouse. We went into the kitchen and sat down and she made herself a glass of water.

"So, I can't say it doesn't make me happy that you are a lesbo Carrie, but wow!" She laughed.

I didn't like that word, but I smiled at Farin. We were too high to be brought down.

"So, Farin, you going to be okay with sharing her? I mean you know things are still going on as they were before right?" She smiled at her best friend. Obviously, things were very different between them now. All because of me.

"I hadn't really thought about it." Farin mused. "I guess we will take what time we can get. Maybe Darla will let it go if I ask her."

Rebecca snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that."

"Farin, why don't you call your sister while I have a chat with Carrie." She grinned. She leaned into me and whispered, "Time for your first favor."

I sighed. "Please Rebecca; it's such a perfect day." I pleaded.

She laughed. "Yes, I was fucking all morning too. I want you to clean Brad's cum out of me."

"Come on Rebecca that is nasty." Farin pleaded on my behalf.

I plead with my eyes, but hers were dark and unmoved. "It's okay Farin. I'll do it." I sunk to my knees. She was just wearing a robe, so I unbelted it and let it slip open. I winced. Her pussy was so puffy and well fucked, and it smelled horrible from the sex.

I reflexively backed away and Rebecca laughed. "Just do it Carrie." She said impatiently.

I shuddered and breathed through my mouth. The smell of Brad's cum was poignant coming from her enflamed pussy. I knew she wasn't looking for me to go down on her, just to humiliate me. Probably so she and Brad could have a good laugh about it later. 


Farin, God bless her, whispered, "It's okay love, just get it over with so we can go."

I leaned in and Rebecca spread her legs. I could see the mess and it repulsed me to my core. I wouldn't even swallow when I gave him blowjobs when we dated, except one time and I had hated it. I placed my hands on her thighs and did it.

I figured the quickest way was to close my mouth over her hole and try to scoop it with my tongue, so I did that. In spite of her strict boy policy, Rebecca shuddered a little when I did this. I tried not to breathe through my nose, but it was rather difficult with a mouth full of pussy.

The scent was horrid. I clinched my eyes as if in pain and sucked and felt a gob of his cum on my tongue. I swallowed hard and it was every bit as unpleasant as I had imagined it would be. Still, there was a little of Rebecca mixed in and despite my dislike for her, she didn't taste half bad.

I plunged my tongue in deeper and curled it inside her to withdraw more of the detestable goo. She sighed in spite of herself, I heard it. I didn't press though; I was not here to get her off and wanted to get away as quickly as possible. I detracted another tongue scoop of cum and swallowed painfully.

I felt it was enough and I backed away, cringing with distaste at what I had done. She laughed at me and belted her robe and excused herself for a shower. Farin came and hugged me and I whimpered into her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Carrie," She whispered, "Let me see if I can work out something with Darla to get you out of this mess."

"Thanks Farin," I sobbed gently, "Just don't leave me if she refuses and I will be okay."

She tried to kiss me, but I refused until I had gargled and spit the remains of my soda into Rebecca's sink. Then we kissed softly and Farin soon had me over the repugnant service of her friend. "I guess I should call." I sighed. "I need to call Julie and my mom too."

I pulled the phone out of my handbag, as I had suspected, there were several messages. I decided to listen to them, though it filled me with dread to do so. 

Brad wanted to know where we were with his car. Delete.

Darla wanted me to meet her out front at 10:00. Call her back immediately. I hoped she didn't show up and knock at my door.

Darla, extremely pissed that I didn't call back. In her words, "You better call me right away."

Brad calling, "Where the fuck is my car you bitch?"

Darla, time stamped at 10:00. "You are in for it Carrie. Make plans to spend the night out."

Brad calling again, "You better not have wrecked my car."

Darla, time stamped at 11:00. "If you aren't in the hospital, I don't even want to hear your explanation."

Darla, time stamped at 1:00 p.m., "Carrie, this is serious. I don't know where you and Farin are, but you had better stop playing games and call me."

"I think I better call Darla first." I sighed.

"Want me to call her?" Farin offered.

I laughed. "Sure." I handed her the phone.

Farin dialed and I could hear Darla screaming on the other end. Farin rolled her eyes. "Darla, it's me."

I heard more muffled screaming. Farin held the phone away from her ear a bit. She rolled her eyes at me and mocked as if she were talking. I giggled.

"Look, we totally lost track of the time and forgot the phone in the car." She explained. "We're sorry. I called because Carrie is terrified to talk to you right now."

More yelling came from the receiver and I sighed. "Yes, fine, we made love all night and most of the day. I'm sorry. Forgive us for falling in love." Farin yelled back sarcastically.

"Fine, we are at Rebecca's house. Do you know how to get here?" Farin shouted back after listening to another rant from Darla. "Okay!" She shouted again after another few seconds of Darla yelling at her. "Love you too Sis!" She spat finally and handed me the phone.

"I'm sorry." Farin sighed. I gulped hard and put the phone to my ear. I trembled as I said "Hi Darla, I'm so sorry."

"Save it Carrie, I don't want to hear any bullshit apologies. Call your mom and tell her you are spending the night out. You make up the where and who with; I will be there in about a half hour." *click*

I looked at Farin and smiled weakly. "Will you be with me tonight?" My lower lip trembled.

Farin smiled at me and hugged me. "Of course Carrie." She whispered consolingly.

I hugged her back. "Only have a half hour, I better call my mom and Jules." I sighed.

I called my mom first. We were supposed to talk about Thursday night today and I knew she wouldn't be very happy that it was after two in the afternoon and she hadn't heard from me.

Still, it went surprisingly well. She asked about the party and I told her I had a great time and that I was invited to stay over again tonight and would it be okay. She said yes, but wanted me to have out talk tomorrow. I told her I'd call her if I needed her to pick me up.

I then called Julie. Her mom answered and said she was out with Chad. She asked what I thought of him and I said I thought he was a great guy. I asked her to tell Julie to give me a ring and left her the cell phone number. I knew it was probably not wise, given Darla's current temperament, but I really needed to talk to her.

Farin and I got our book bags opened and changed out of our dresses. She had a denim skirt and pink tank she had worn to school yesterday. I had the black stretch skirt and belly shirt I had worn. 

Rebecca came downstairs from her shower and had dressed in jean shorts and a PINK T shirt and tennis shoes. "Darla is coming over, she already told me. Good luck." She laughed. "She sounded awful pissed to me. I have a date with Brad tonight, so unfortunately I won't get to see all the fun." She made a mock sad face.

It was about 2:30 so Farin and I walked out to the front step to wait for Darla. She held my hand and we sat on the front step. It was pleasant to be holding her hand, but it barely repelled my feelings of dread at what might be coming.

We didn't have to wait to long and I wished it had been much longer, before Darla pulled into the drive. She made no effort, did not turn off the engine or get out, just sat in the driver seat and waited for us to come to the car.

I kissed and hugged Farin for my own bravery and we walked hand in hand to the car. We walked to the passenger side and climbed in the back together. As soon as we got in the car, Darla started in on us.

"Sis, you are done. How fucking dare you pull this shit?!" Darla spat before she even put the car in reverse.

"It wasn't something we planned!" Farin shot back and I instantly felt this was not going to be a good opportunity to profess my love for her and try to find a way out of the bet. "It just happened!" Farin yelled. "I love her and she loves me and we want out." 

Darla laughed. Never a good sign. "You want out huh? I warned you Farin, I told you not to fall for her, but no, you have to follow up and pursue her, now you have caused her to get in trouble. Well, I hope you are happy with the pain Carrie is going to suffer tonight because of your love."

"Come on Darla." Farin pleaded. "Let me buy her out from you. Please."

"Farin, you know this isn't about money, so drop it. I told you it was a mistake, but you just had to go after her, so deal with it." Darla snapped.

"As for you." Darla turned on me and I was suddenly very happy to be in the back seat. "Strip and give me your clothes."

I hesitated. "Darla, listen..." I started, trying to think of what I would say to ease her anger, but I was cut short so there was no need to trouble myself over the right words.

"No! You listen you little bitch!" Darla screamed. "You came didn't you? You were told not to cum and you did it anyway! You decided to just ignore my instructions in spite of everything that I have done for you and now you are going to find out what it means to betray me."

I shuddered at the implication. "Darla... I"

I was cut off again. "Clothes off now Carrie don't make this any worse than it already is."

I looked at Farin and she shrugged and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

I pulled off my top and handed it up to Darla, she tossed it on the seat. I then lifted my ass and removed my skirt and handed it up for similar treatment. Finally, giving her my socks and shoes, I sat in the back seat completely naked.

"Farin, you want in or out, you decide now. If you want out fine, I'll drop you off at home and you can stay the hell away from her. If you want to stay in on this, you need to get past your 'love' and do what I say." Darla shouted.

Farin looked at me questioningly, as if to ask what I wanted her to do. "Please stay in Farin; I need someone on my side." I said softly.

"You just don't get it Carrie, there aren't sides, there is me and what I say and there is nothing else. You need to get that through your head right now." Darla growled.

"I'd like to stay." Farin said politely.

"Here, cuff her hands behind her back." Darla snarled and tossed Farin a pair of handcuffs. They were metal and open; I assume Darla had the key.

I turned my back to Farin and put my hands behind my back to make it easier on her. She trembled as she clicked the cuffs onto my wrists. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Please, if I have to do something that hurts you, know that I am doing it as gently as I can. I love you."

I shook. It could come to that and I guess I was just now realizing it. Darla could have my lover beat me if she wanted to and we would both hate it and have to take it. I whispered back, "I love you Farin, it will be okay. Better you than Rebecca."

Darla drove down the road and pulled into a liquor store, the same one we had gone to the night I met them. She got out and slammed the door and came out a few minutes later with a couple of bags. Beside her was another woman, maybe in her early thirties judging by her appearance. They were talking and laughing and came together to the car. I turned quickly towards Farin. 

"Shit, hug me Farin, hurry." I asked her in an effort to cover up.

Darla sat the bags on the hood and opened the door. She popped the trunk, grabbed my clothes and through my clothes and the alcohol in the trunk and shut it. The woman with her had short blonde hair and wore jeans so tight I wondered how she got them on and a black Harley Davidson T shirt. She also wore black boots that came just below her knees. 

The mystery woman kept sneaking glances at me through the window and I felt so humiliated. Farin had my front covered as she hugged me, but I knew the woman had a clear view of my naked ass. Darla opened her door and got in. "Sit facing the front Carrie. Farin, you stop covering her."

I sobbed and turned around. My nipples were painfully erect from exposure. The woman looked in approvingly and laughed. Darla started the car and told Farin to buckle me in. She then wound down her window. "Well?" She laughed at the blonde.

"I'll just follow you." She smiled. "You sure about this?" She asked, checking me out the whole time.

"Oh yes." Darla snickered. "It's just what the little bitch needs."

"Okay." She laughed and I saw her go around the corner of the liquor store and a minute or two later she pulled out on a motorcycle. She had a cell phone in her hand, and once Darla reversed from the parking lot and pulled towards the road, the biker girl snapped her phone shut and put her helmet on and pulled behind us.

I was shaking. I had no idea what was going on and Darla was really starting to scare me. We drove for a bit and finally I started to recognize scenery and soon we were pulling into Darla's house. The biker girl never fell behind and pulled her cycle right up next to Darla's car.

"Okay Carrie," Darla put the car and park and took out the keys. "You better do as you're told or things are going to be infinitely worse for you. Now get your ass out of the car and into the house."

She got out and popped the trunk and pulled her seat up. I rocked to try to get out after Farin undid my seatbelt and Farin helped me with a push. She put her hands on my hips to steady me and once I climbed out, she followed.

Darla had grabbed the bags out of the trunk and shut it. I noticed that she had not gotten my clothes out. She fumbled with her keys as she walked to the door. The biker chick got off her motorcycle and turned off the ignition and walked by me with a pat on my ass.

I jumped away and she laughed and caught up to Darla, offering to take a bag from her. Darla opened the door and soon we were heading inside and I was thankful to no longer be outside naked.

My hands cuffed behind my back forced my breasts out obscenely in front of me and it did not go without notice that my nipples were erect, from the cool air, of course. 




Darla's Games Day 08



"She's definitely not having a bad time." The biker girl laughed. 

We all went into the kitchen and Darla stuck the bags in the refrigerator. "Nope, she loves to run around naked." Darla laughed.

I looked to Farin and she looked sad for me. Her face was somewhere between pity and hopelessness for me. I wanted to say something, but what was there to say?

The blonde eyed me up and down, cracking open a beer and taking a deep drink from the can. "She's precious." The woman smiled at me. "Where did you get her?"

"It's a long story." Darla mused, opening her own beer and having a drink. "But there are plenty more where she came from." Darla laughed.

I was mortified. They are standing there drinking a beer and talking about me like I am not standing right there. Again, words escaped me and I stood there in silence.

The blonde biker stepped towards me and I reflexively backed out of her way, thinking she was leaving the kitchen for the bathroom. I was wrong. She stopped right in front of me and grabbed my breasts!

"What the fuck?" I yelled and backed away to the table.

Darla laughed. Farin went to intervene on my behalf. "What do you think you are doing?" She yelled at her.

Darla snapped at Farin. "Do you want to go home Farin?"

She looked at me and I shook my head vigorously. I was afraid of this woman and I wanted Farin there to protect me.

"No, but I don't want some stranger feeling up my girlfriend either." She snapped at Darla.

"I got ya." Darla smiled aggressively at her sister. "Barb, my sister doesn't want you to feel her girlfriend up anymore." She smirked to the biker girl.

Barb, I knew her name now anyway, turned to Farin, not hard since she was right next to me and practically in her face. "If I were you little sister, I'd sit my ass down in the chair. Better yet, why don't you go in the other room? We aren't going to hurt her..." She turned to me and winked, "much." She licked her lips at me and I whimpered.

"Darla," I couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Please don't do this. I'm sorry, please let me make it up to you, but don't let her touch me." I was not about to suffer at the hands of a stranger. Well, at least not if I could stop it.

"Carrie," Darla said, "Do me a favor and shut up."

"So what are we doing little sister?" Barb asked Farin, getting in her face. "You going to sit and watch like a good girl or do I have to put you in the other room?"

I had to admit, Barb towered over us and had tattoos and looked pretty tough. I edged between them. "Leave her alone." I told her.

Barb laughed. She grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard until I moaned in pain. 

Farin shoved her, and Barb stumbled backwards. "Stop it!" She yelled at her. 

Barb looked at Darla and Darla sighed and nodded and they both rushed at Farin. "NO!" I screamed and ran at them. With my hands cuffed behind me I wasn't much a threat and they just knocked me to the floor. Fortunately, I was able to swing my body around in time so that my shoulder took the impact instead of my face.

They grabbed my screaming Farin and shoved her into a chair and as Darla held her down, Barb tied her up. 

"Get the fuck off me!" Farin screamed. "I will fucking kill you Darla, you let me go now! I swear I will tell mom!"

Barb laughed. "What the hell is mom going to do to a grown woman?" She quickly tied Farin's wrists together behind the chair and then proceeded to tie both feet to the chair legs.

"You fucking bitch!" She spat at Barb. "You touch me and I will call the cops! You hear me?!" She screamed. And then she really screamed at the top of her lungs. "Help!"

Darla grabbed her mouth with her hand and muffled her cry. "Get a couple of ball gags, from my bedroom." She told Barb. Barb ran off and came back a few seconds later with two balls attached to straps. It wasn't too hard to figure out what they were for.

They gagged Farin as I was still using my head to get to my knees and then trying to stand up without the use of my hands. "You fucking bitches!" I screamed. But, there was little I could do to help and I knew it.

"Oh good, the slut is back on her feet." Barb laughed and walked over to me with the ball gag. I stepped away from her until she backed me against the kitchen counter and she roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until tears flooded my eyes and my mouth was forced open.

She pushed the ball gag in and strapped it roughly to my head. "Ahh, blessed silence." She laughed and grabbed my nipples and twisted them hard. I screamed into the gag, and it came out for sure, but not loud enough to alert the neighbors. 

"Who's the fucking bitch?" Barb sneered at me.  I looked over at Farin; she was alone now, strapped to the chair and gagged. Darla had left the room. Farin was crying as she watched me. I knew exactly how she felt.

I didn't have long to concentrate though as Barb maliciously twisted my nipples the other way. 

"UNGMFFFUKKK" I screamed into the gag, tears of pain flushing my vision.

Barb got right in my face as she twisted my nipples harshly. "So sweet." She whispered and licked my cheek. I yanked my face away and she twisted harder again.

"OHMYFGGGDD!" I yelled into the gag, my knees buckled and I screamed anew as she held me up by my nipples.

"Come on bitch." Barb smiled and started to back up, leading me into the kitchen by the nipples. I followed her; I had no choice if I wanted to keep my nipples attached. Tears of pain streaked down my cheeks as she pulled me over the edge of Darla's table right in front of Farin.

"Good girl now keep your face and tits on the table and stay there. If you move before we get back, you will be sorry." Barb placed a hand on my back and pushed down until my breasts were pressed flat against the table and I turned my face towards Farin. She swatted me hard on the ass and walked down the hall where I assume Darla went.

I started sobbing. Farin was crying too. We couldn't talk; we could only stare at each other so close and so unable to help one another. They weren't gone very long. I heard muffled talking from down the hall, but couldn't make out any words. 

We heard the clicking of their shoes coming down the hall and I remained there facing Farin, afraid to look the other direction. Farin's eyes snapped open wide and I cringed. I couldn't bear to look. 

"Come on Carrie. Let's get you cleaned up." Darla laughed. 

I turned and saw her holding what looked to be about a gallon sized pink bottle in her hand with a long tube at the bottom and an odd apparatus at the end. I knew it was an enema bottle, but instead of the nozzle, like mine had at home, there was a red balloon. Attached to the balloon were a small black hose and a little black ball. 

I was roughly pulled to my feet by the two women and ushered down the hallway as Farin moaned out from behind her gag. They led me into the bathroom and pushed me to my knees, over the toilet. Barb pushed down so my chest rested on the toilet lid and held me there.

I watched in horror as Darla ran the water in the tub, waiting for it to warm before putting the bottle under it and filling it up. When it was about half way full, she squirted a drop of liquid soap into it and then filled it the rest of the way until soapy bubbles overflowed from the top. She then closed the top and hung the huge container from the shower rod.

I sobbed. She was going to put all that water inside me and I knew how uncomfortable just a quarter of that size was in my bowels. Darla then took a tube of jelly and applied it to the red balloon covered nozzle. I started to panic and bucked up against Barb's hand.

She laughed and sat on my back, facing my ass and grabbing a cheek in each hand, spread my ass cheeks. "Stop struggling, you can't stop it, may as well relax and make it easy on yourself." Barb chuckled.

"Tonight is for punishment little girl." Darla began and she slowly pushed the nozzle into my ass. I squirmed; it was a bit wider than the thin nozzle I used at home. It wasn't unbearably wide, but noticeably wider. I stopped squirming when she stopped pushing and I panted, my breath heavy in my compressed chest, due to the weight Barb had on my back.

"It's really too bad, I was going to reward you today. You had such a good day yesterday. You were so responsible and so compliant. But you just had to have that orgasm didn't you bitch?" Darla snarled and smacked my ass hard.

"Well, perhaps after tonight, you will learn." Darla grinned as I sobbed. She showed me the black ball as I looked back at her through tear filled eyes. She smiled maliciously and squeezed it.

I groaned loudly through the gag. It was expanding inside my ass. The ball was filling the balloon and she pumped it again. "OMMMMFFGDDD" I grunted into the gag.

"I know you don't want to believe this right now." Darla smiled at me, "but I am doing you a favor." She pumped it again and I kicked my feet trying to get away, but the stretching in my ass would not be appeased. 

I started wiggling my ass in circles as if it would somehow dislodge the intrusion that was stretching my anus and causing such extreme discomfort. They laughed at my efforts. I moaned and screamed into the gag, only eliciting louder laughter for my signs of pain.

"I'd say that will keep you watertight." Darla laughed. Then she flicked a nozzle release and I felt it rushing in. At first, it wasn't so bad, I had, after all taken water back there before, but soon, it was beyond anything I had held before and I could hear it squelching loudly. My eyes rolled up into my head and I was breathing so hard and fast from my nose it sounded like I was wheezing.

I began to shudder and shake; the water kept coming and coming. I swear I could feel it stretching my bowels and then my stomach. When I knew it must be empty, there was no way I could take anymore, I found out how wrong I was.

"Half way there now little girl" Darla giggled.

I shook my head no and started kicking my feet again to get away. Barb let go of my ass cheeks and grabbed one ankle and Darla forced the other one up. Now Barb held my ankles and sat on my back, her feet on the floor. She had to lean back to keep my overbalanced weight from falling off the toilet.

"Wooo, it's like riding a horse!" Barb laughed as I shook and tried to do anything to get her off me.

The tears of fear became tears of humiliation, which then turned to a constant flow of tears of pain as the water kept coming and coming. I swore I would burst open at any moment, my stomach felt full, but the flow never stopped. I stared down at the floor and winced as the pain continued to get harsher and harsher. 

"Almost there." Darla chirped. "Just another quarter left it feels like. Here, it seems to be slowing, I'll speed it up."

I felt a rush of water then and my eyes flew back to her. She was squeezing the bag and forcing it faster, causing me to grunt in a painful cramp that was more agonizing than any had I ever felt before. I groaned and grunted and cried pitifully. The pain and the cramping that ensued were unbearable. I swear I could feel my belly hanging below me.

When Darla had nursed every last drop out of the hideous bottle, she flicked a switch and slowly withdrew the nozzle, leaving the horrible balloon holding in the water. "Nice." Barb commented on the devious weapon.

She released my feet and they fell to the floor. Then Barb got up and grabbed my hair and pulled me roughly to my feet. I looked down instinctively and what I saw was beyond my wildest horrors.

My stomach looked like I was pregnant. It was bloated and distended and the water sloshed so painfully I thought I would surely die. I was cramping and in a constant state of terrible discomfort.

Tears fell until I thought there could surely be none left, but I was wrong. Darla grabbed my nipple and held a clover clamp in her other hand. She looked me in my tear filled eyes and smiled malevolently as she oh so slowly released the spring and I groaned anew as the pain swirled into my nipple. 

My knees began to buckle, but she held the chain and the pain caused me to stand up straight.

"Oh that is delicious." Barb grinned, licking her lips. "Let me try." She grabbed the other clamp with her left hand and my breast with her right and squeezed it roughly. She looked me in the eyes as she surrounded my nipple with the clamp and licked her lips as she slowly released it. 

I swooned and started crumbling again, but the bitch grabbed the chain and tugged upwards. I screamed into the gag and followed until she had me on my tip toes. "Let's play puppet!" Barb cheered. Darla laughed.

She slackened the chain until I was on my flat feet again and then she smiled at me. "When I pull up on your right nipple, you lift your right foot up and forward and hold it there. When I release, you lower your foot. Same thing applies to the left nipple. Ready?"

Like I had a choice, she tugged up on my right nipple and I lifted my right foot, screaming in pain. She held it there and I suffered to maintain my balance on one foot. Then she let go. She walked me like this all the way back out to the kitchen, where Darla had gone ahead of us and was making some preparations.

Farin was a sight. She was crying and wriggling and screaming into her gag at her sister. I hesitated and thought Barb would rip my nipple clean off as she walked me into the room.

On top of the table was a huge five gallon bucket. This was disgusting, they were going to make me release into it. Then Darla came back into view grinning at me. "New game Carrie." She laughed. She placed a board across the top of the bucket and strapped it down with duct tape. Then she took a dildo, I guess it was about six inches long, and taped it to the board. 

She explained, "Barb and I are going to play some games with you. I know that water is bad now, but it will keep getting worse. The cramping is going to be so very painful. I had to think about this a long time, but I decided the best thing I can do to you to make you never forget to obey me again, is to take away your virginity. Thing is, I'm not supposed to do that, so I am going to let you have the option to do it yourself."

Farin screamed into her gag. Darla turned to her and laughed. "Yes little sister, I know you wanted it for yourself, but oh how precious it will be when she remembers for the rest of her life that she took her own virginity away while we watched. At least you get to see it."

Barb tugged on the chain towards the table and I refused to move. She tugged again and I winced and screamed, but refused to go to that horrible game.

Darla continued. "I guess you get the idea. I am going to put you on this dildo, just the tip and at the base of the board; I will mount the release to that balloon in your ass. All you have to do to get the water out is let yourself down. Of course, you will lose your precious virginity on the way, but at least the pain in your stomach will go away with it."

"She doesn't seem to want to play." Barb laughed as she tugged and tugged on my nipples with the vicious chained clamps.

I screamed at her and shook my head. "No!" I screamed into the gag. "I'm so sorry, please Darla, PLEASE!" But all that came out was a long line of saliva and "Nmp Mfffmmmgaa mfff."

When I refused to move as my nipples were nearly ripped off, they picked me up. I kicked and fought with everything I had. I gave them a fight too. They were both kicked several times before they each hooked a hand under my knees and carried me flailing and kicking to the table. 

"Stop it Carrie!" Darla screamed at me. "You are only making it worse."

I didn't care, I screamed and kicked and fought until they had me on the table and I lurched forward, not caring that I was probably going to bash my head on the floor in the process. Finally, sensing this wasn't going to work, Barb through me over her shoulder and Darla said, "Fine, we will play it that way then, be right back you bitch and you are going to regret this I promise you."

She left and came back with all sorts of horrible things. First she cuffed my ankles and thighs. Then she fitted my waist with a thick, leather belt with rings in it. She then cuffed my ankles to my thighs and they laid me on the table, thrashing all the while.

They rolled me onto my face and knees and Darla got the bucket. My ass in the air, I wiggled around wildly, but to no avail. She ran a chain around the board and clipped one end to the belt on the side. Then she lined the dildo up with my pussy. 

I screamed and thrashed as best I could, which wasn't much. She smacked my ass hard. "Carrie, if you thrash you are going to cause me to break your virginity. Now, I am giving you a chance to save it, take it or I swear it's done and if it breaks while I set this up, there is no reason for me to release the water, so I'll have to think of another game we can play."

I sobbed, but I sat still. She pushed the head of the dildo into my traitorously wet pussy and put the board flush with my ass. Only an inch was inside, but as she chained the other side to my waist, I realized, that was enough to keep it imbedded inside me.

They released my ankles from my thighs and basically lifted me up so the bucket was beneath me. Oh, the cramping as the water sloshed around was agonizing. I was forced with bended knees, hovering over that terrible device. I cried openly, tears flooding down and plopping over and over again against the plastic of the bucket. 

There was no way I could hold out like this. My legs were already aching, the muscles tensing from the awkward crouch. That dreadful dildo inside me, oh God it felt so good and horrible. Darla was evil. She was surely the devil come straight from hell to punish me for sins I was yet to commit.

As I whimpered there, Darla attached the release to the board at the base of the dildo. I watched in horror as her evil game unfolded before my eyes. How could anyone be so maliciously inventive?

"Okay." Darla smiled as she finished setting her game board into place. "Now, Barb here is a good friend of mine and, something you should appreciate Carrie, a very talented artist. But unlike you, she doesn't use paper for her art. She uses human bodies."

"The game Barb and I are going to play is simple. We will both pick something from her book of tattoos, or she might just draw one of her own. We are going to let Farin pick the one she likes best and put it on your body. This has nothing to do with the game at hand. We will keep playing even if you end this game now, but it gives us something to do while we wait." Darla smiled at me.

I sobbed and Farin screamed anew. My stomach was in agonizing pain. It hurt so badly, each cramp becoming more and more intense as time went by. Each moment wore upon the strength of my legs as I hovered over that dildo and the freedom from my cramping. I whimpered and sobbed and fought with everything I had to keep my legs up.

"Okay," Darla began thumbing through the pages of one of two identical books. "Oh yes, I like this one." She pointed at a tattoo of the word SLUT in quite artistic color and style and showed it to me. I shook my head and whined.

"Nice," Barb smiled. "I kind of prefer this one." She showed me a similarly colorful design forming the word WHORE. I screamed. It was a loss either way.

They showed them to Farin. "Well Farin, which would you rather see on your love's ..." Darla began. "Hmm, Barb, we should decide where they go first perhaps. How do you suppose we should do that?"

It sounded so rhetorical, so planned, but I couldn't concentrate on much beyond the dildo that had my juices steadily coating it, the pain in my belly and the aching in my legs.

They both acted pensive for a few moments while I agonized over their sick game. "I know!" Barb said at last. "Let's let Carrie decide!" She laughed.




Darla's Games Day 08



Darla laughed. "How can she? She is gagged."

"Well, as I see it, we can do shoulders, arms, wrists, breasts, ass, lower back and pussy. That is eleven, which is perfect, assuming we count both ass cheeks as one. Two dice and we can number from two to twelve what they will be." She smiled. "Oh! Hey, I just happen to have something like that ..." She fumbled through her tattoo book. "Right here!" 

I rolled my eyes at the act. She had a piece of paper numbered two through twelve in the precise order she had just said, labeling each number with a body part. Still, I was in far too much discomfort and worry to truly enjoy the eye roll.

"Now, if we could only think of a way for Carrie to roll the dice," Barb pondered with a finger to her mouth. "Oh!" She jumped and I almost fell back onto the dildo from the suddenness of her move. "Let's use her tits, like this!" She grabbed the chain and pulled my nipples up roughly and I screamed. She pulled until my breasts were out almost straight, then set one die flat on each breast and released. 

I swooned and my feet shook. The dice clattered down to the inside of the bucket and rolled out an eight. "Eight, we will start with the left breast. Okay pick Farin."

Farin sobbed. She shook her head no. "Okay, Farin doesn't want to play, I guess we will just do both." Darla smiled. Farin's eyes went wide and she stammered into the gag.

"Sorry sis can't hear you." Darla laughed. She turned to Barb, "Do both and maybe next time Farin will play too."

I cried as she took a paint brush and began dipping it into various colored paints. I looked for her tattoo needle but didn't see one. Darla and Barb laughed. "Consider this a warning Carrie, a long lasting lesson. I won't have her do an actual tattoo this time, just henna, which you will find lasts a week even with scouring."

She worked and Farin and I sobbed. She held my breast in one hand and painted away with the other. She was very talented. I suddenly had a horrible cramp and I moaned piteously to their amusement. Barb pulled the brush away so as not to disturb her work.

When she had finished, the word SLUT appeared on the top of my breast. It was horrible. She then held my breast up and painted WHORE under it. I sobbed and shook. I couldn't stand having to watch them mark me like this.

She at least had the decency, if you could call anything they did decent, to place the words in such a way that they could be covered by adequate clothing. Still, there was no way I would be wearing a bikini anytime soon.

"All done." Barb winked at me and slapped my ass. She then took the dice and I shook my head no, but they just laughed. She lifted the chain and I screamed anew. Then she placed the dice on my breasts and let go. The dice crashed into the bucket and rolled out a four. 

"Left arm." Barb smiled. "I know just the thing." She pointed to a big red heart that had DYKE written across the middle. 

"Hmm." Darla mused. "Oh, I like this." She showed me a picture of a pussy opened wide with a drop of secretion dripping seductively from the tip of its hole.

Another tremendous cramp rocked through me and I shuddered. "Oh God!" I moaned into the gag, they were getting worse every second. 

"Which one Farin?" Darla asked, "You can nod your head at your favorite."

Farin sobbed and nodded at the heart. I moaned, but knew she did it so I wouldn't have two tattoos instead of one. My legs were really starting to ache. The pain in my stomach was getting more unbearable by the minute, and my pussy was dripping like a sieve. I could feel it trickling around the head of that horrid dildo.

Barb and Darla giggled as she transformed my upper right arm into a canvas and painted the dyke heart there. I moaned and shuddered. It was all too much. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. The humiliation and the pain, it was just, too much.

I started to think of lowering my legs, just getting it over with. Darla caught my look of surrender and smiled. "Go ahead Carrie, it will feel so much better."

Barb kept painting my arm. She slapped my ass hard. "Hold still. If I fuck up I am doing both."

I cried and cried. Darla taunted me. "Still want to cum slut?" She whispered. "Still want to disobey me and cum? Go ahead, fuck yourself on that dildo."

I grunted and clinched my eyes and regained my resolve. I shifted my feet and it helped my aching legs a little. The pain in my belly, however, was still getting worse. It felt like someone was stabbing knives into my belly now, the cramps were so bad.


"All done." Barb smiled with a whack on my ass.

I whimpered as she grabbed the chain again. I didn't scream this time; I no longer wanted them to get the satisfaction. I just squealed a little as she pulled up, leveled my breast, placed the dice in position and released.

"Nine." Barb cheered when the rolling stopped. "Oh I do love doing breasts." She smiled at me.

Barb started drawing away. Darla held up a picture that showed two women going down on each other in a sixty-nine, one would be above my nipple, the other below. Barb showed me her own work, which was a spiraling circle of ivy, ending in a phallic looking flower where my nipple would be. Entwined in the ivy, only discernable at close view, were the words, 'Slutty little lesbian fuck toy.'

I whimpered. Was there no end to this humiliation? Another powerful cramp coursed through my body and my legs shook violently as I leaned forward and groaned.

Farin selected the ivy and Barb set to work as Darla taunted me. "Oh Carrie, just imagine if anyone sees this lovely art, they will all no what a lesbo whore you truly are. Just do it Carrie, I hate to see you in so much pain. Go ahead little girl, fuck yourself. You can do it."

I looked to Farin, I couldn't take much more. She whimpered to me and shook her head no, as if to encourage me, but I could tell she felt as beaten as I did. 

Barb was very thorough in her work, she used the chain to move my breast this way and that as she painted each delicate stem and leaf of ivy around my breast. The words were all there, at least from what I could see on the top side. She ended with the bright red phallic flower centered on my nipple.

My legs shook a little. My thighs were in agony. There was no way I could make it much longer and they seemed intent upon going through all eleven tattoos. I looked to Darla and screamed. "Please oh God please let me down." I mumbled and spit and drool cascaded down my chin to plop into the bucket. 

"Just do it Carrie, take your virginity, and take it as your own forever." Darla smiled. 

I screamed. No, it shouldn't be like this. My virginity was not going to be lost in a sick game. This was horrible. I shook and grimaced in pain and agony.

"Look at yourself Carrie." Darla sneered. "The dildo is absolutely covered in your cunt juice. You are a filthy little slut. You love this. Just do it. Just bend your knees and fuck yourself. Become a woman."

Barb joined in. "Oh please do it Carrie. I have never seen someone take their own cherry." Then she turned to Darla, "You should really get a camera and save this moment, it only happens once."

Darla smiled and pulled out a camera from her pocket. "Way ahead of you Barb." She snapped a picture of me and set the camera down on the table.

"Please Darla!" I screamed into the gag, all sound a muffled torrent of meaningless sounds. I couldn't take it. I was losing. It hurt so badly.

"Such a slut," Darla teased seductively. "Go on Carrie, do it and your pain will stop. Fuck yourself whore."

I winced sharply. My legs were shaking now. Oh it hurt so badly. I needed it to stop, the cramps to go away. I looked at Farin and cried out in anguish. She shook her head violently and screamed at me not to. I couldn't make out her words, but I knew what she was saying.

"Fuck yourself Carrie." Barb said sweetly. "Come on you lovely little lesbian, you have to lose it sooner or later. Do it to yourself. Do it for yourself."

I screamed. They had to stop this. This game had gone too far. I started pushing back.

"Yes!" Darla exclaimed. "She is going to do it." She got her camera out and aimed it at me.

I looked into Farin's eyes. At least there was love there, not like these two malicious bitches. "I'm sorry." I whimpered. "I love you Farin." I spit and gargled into the gag.

She shook her head softly and I knew the garbled noise from her gag were "I love you too."

I lowered myself. I felt the dildo going deeper, touching me, pushing at my hymen and I sobbed as I let go and plunged downward. The water splashed and flowed loudly into the bucket. Oh God, it was such a blessed relief. The pain washed from my guts as the water drained in a rush to escape where it should never have been. 

I screamed out in defeat and couldn't bear to look down. It was gone, my virginity that I had saved for someone special for so long, gone forever. I wept and screamed and cried and the pain that left me was so great, and the humiliation so thorough that I came.

I'm not sure that they knew it, I certainly couldn't voice my enjoyment of this tragic act, but I orgasmed as the flood left my body. Darla and Barb were laughing at me. They laughed in near hysterics at me for demeaning myself for the sake of their game. I didn't care. I hated them and I always would, but I kept my eyes on Farin.

Somehow, looking into her eyes included her, almost as if I had given my virginity willfully to her. She sobbed with me as her eyes never left mine. And though I couldn't hear it, I knew she was whispering "I love you" the same as I was.

The water kept flowing for awhile after the initial rush. I couldn't bear to look into the bucket; it had to be a disgusting sight. I had completely blocked out the jeers and cheers of the cunts who had done this to me. I finally closed my eyes and wept there, resting on the board.

"She still doesn't know." Barb laughed.

Darla was laughing so hard, she had lost her breath. "Oh God." She laughed. "Carrie!" She yelled.

I fell forward and they caught me. It didn't really dawn upon me at the moment, but there was no pain, nothing holding me back and there should have been.

They lifted me up, Barb held me over her shoulder and Darla removed the bucket from the table and set it on the floor. My ass felt so wet from the explosion. They stood me up and walked me over to the bucket and held me there on trembling knees. They wanted me to look. I couldn't. Darla slapped the back of my head.

"Look you ditz!" Darla laughed at me.

I raised my eyelids and they were too filled with tears to make anything out. I leaned and brushed my eyes to either shoulder. And finally, my eyes focused in on the bucket. And I grew so angry at that moment; if I were free I would have killed them both.

There, on the board, on the bucket, was a collapsed dildo. The fucking thing wasn't even real; it collapsed down into an inch long head and rested on the board. 

"You fucking dumb ass," Darla laughed, "Don't you think it would have hurt?"

Barb laughed with her. "You are too fucking much Carrie."

I screamed in anger at them. I yanked my arms away from them and screamed and yelled and they just laughed. I raised my leg to kick them and slipped on my unsure, wobbly remaining leg to fall on the floor with a loud splat.

They laughed harder. "I'll kill you!" I screamed into the gag. "I'll kill you both!"

I looked over at Farin and she sobbed for me, but she also looked happy at the turn of events. I broke down and sobbed. I cried and cried as the sounds of their laughter died down and they finally picked me up and carried my limp, shaking body back to the kitchen and sat me in a chair. They cuffed my ankles to the chair and Darla took the bucket to empty it. 

I fell forward, face turned towards Farin and cried. Why did they do this to me? Why did they torture me so? I wanted out. I needed out of this evil treatment.

They let me rest a bit after my breakdown. Then they went back to their game on my body. When they had finished, I looked like a total piece of art, horrible lesbian art.

My wrists had black studded cuffs painted on them with SLAVE on the left and LESBO on the right, though the words were subtle and could only be discerned if you looked very close and hard for them.

My right arm had the pussy that Darla liked so much for my left. My shoulders had silhouette pictures of women, the right with a woman tied from wrists and ankles while another woman brandished a whip. The other shoulder had one woman standing while the other serviced her from her knees.

They showed me my ass in a mirror. At first glance, it looked like a long and curly ribbon danced across each cheek, meeting at the lower back in the center. Upon closer examination, you could make out the endless line of women servicing each other with their mouths. My lower back had a huge tramp stamp of a beautiful butterfly, but instead of the insect center, it had a naked woman masturbating one hand on her breast and one on her pussy.

Finally, the entire triangle of my pussy was colored in a menagerie of decadence. Words painted into the picture there. I made out slut, whore and cunt eater before I could read no more. I fell to my knees in tears.

They unchained me then, the sun was set and it was getting late. "Stop the crying Carrie." Darla chided me. "I swear you are such a baby sometimes. Nothing is permanent; all this will be gone in a week or two."

They drug me into a bedroom and tied me ankles and wrists to the four posts. Next they brought Farin in and unchained her and let her go. She ran to me and climbed on me at once, kissing my cheeks and my tears and smoothing my face and hair.

"You two have fun." Darla smiled. "Cum all you want, it will be the last time for a long time for you Carrie." Then to Farin, "Barb and I are going out. You can leave if you want; I have the keys to the locks on Carrie. If you stay, there is a bedpan under the bed if she needs it."

Then, they closed the door and the next sound I heard was Barb's motorcycle starting up.

Farin pulled the gag from my mouth and held my broken face in her hands. I sobbed and she held me. We lay there, she moved until she wasn't laying on me anymore, just her head on my naked chest, looking at my face, which she continued to smooth over and over again with her hands.

She kissed me tenderly and I sighed. "I'm so sorry Carrie." Farin cried. "We should go to Jill. This was just wrong. It's so wrong." 

I looked up at the ceiling through tear blurred eyes. "Just hold me Farin, please."

She sobbed softly and wrapped her arms around me and lay with me. I drifted off into blissful sleep.



Darla's Games Day 09



I woke and instantly regretted it. My dreams had been so devoid of agony and I woke to this misery that had become my life. Farin slept peacefully, her head on my chest and arms around me. I was still strung up to the bed, spread wide and helpless, but at least I could move my mouth again.

"Farin.." I whispered. "Wake up baby."

Farin stirred slowly and fluttered those lovely eyes open and smiled at me. 

"I'm so sorry." I whimpered at her, "but I have to pee really bad. Can you see if Darla is back so I can use the bathroom?"

She smiled at me. "I'll just get the bedpan my love. I'd rather not wake her at all."

Good point, I thought. She propped it under me and helped me aim my flow. It was hard laying on my back, but we did it. She left and emptied and cleaned the pot and returned it under the bed. 

"Farin?" I whispered, encouraged by her thought of 'let Darla sleep'. 

"Yes my love?" Farin smiled at me.

"Thank you for staying yesterday." I whispered and tears began to fall once more. "It helped so much."

She looked sadly at me and climbed up on the bed with me. "Carrie, I love you baby. I will never leave your side."

She kissed me and soon we were kissing madly. Our mixed morning breath was dreadful, but it barely registered with the love in our kiss. The kiss grew and grew in passion and depth.

Farin began to feel my breasts and soon she was taking off her clothes. I watched her as she shook herself to her feet and slowly undressed for me. "Do you remember the first time I did this?" She teased as she slid her shirt slowly over her head.

"I'll never forget it for all my life." I smiled.

"Mmmm, Really?" She moaned at me as she lowered her skirt.

"Yeah, Sue said I could have a copy of the DVD." I laughed.

Her eyes shot open and she laughed with me. But soon she was naked and leapt onto the bed and though it pulled my wrists and ankles, she was soon over top of me and we were kissing and it was wonderful.

Farin was just moving into a '69' position over top of me when the door crashed open and Darla and Barb stood in the doorway. They were laughing.

"They just can't get enough of each other." Darla laughed.

"Like a couple of teenagers." Barb giggled.

"Get out!" Farin screamed, climbing off me and heading towards them.

"Get dressed Farin, fun time is over." Darla stared her sister down.

"Please Darla." Farin huffed. "Before you do whatever, please just give us another half hour alone?"

Darla looked at her and smiled slightly. "Okay, just remember I love you sis." And she turned and they closed the door behind them.

"While you had her in a giving mood you could have asked her for the key." I smiled at Farin.

She slapped herself in the head. "Well, best not to push our luck. Now where were we?"

"Ummm, you were getting ready to lower your sweet wonderful pussy over my mouth." I grinned.

"Oh yeah." She giggled.

We spent every second of the next half hour making love. At my request, she would bring various parts of her anatomy to my mouth, the only part of me that could enjoy her properly. I must have came five times and Farin at least seven that I counted.

We could have spent half the day together, but the door opened, I am certain in precisely half an hour. I had Farin sitting on my face, moaning away as I licked her to another delicious orgasm that would fill my mouth.

Darla and Barb giggled. Farin kept riding my face, she was too close to stop, and I didn't really mind at all. I loved her getting off on my mouth. She came and I swallowed and then she kissed my mouth and got up and dressed, though her body was still covered in sweat.

"Okay." Darla smiled at her slightly uncomfortable sister getting dressed. "What do you want for breakfast Farin?" "Whatever." She smiled at me. "I already had what I wanted most."

"God they are little tarts aren't they?" Barb laughed.

"Insatiable little sluts." Darla laughed with her.

"Why don't you go with Barb on her bike and get something and bring it back while I get Carrie untied?" Darla asked her sister.

She looked at me with uncertainty. I smiled at her. "Go, its fine."

She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left with Barb.

Darla came up towards me with the keys in her hand. "Darla?" I said to her almost in a reverent whisper.

"Yes Carrie?" She actually smiled back.

"Did you forgive me yesterday?" I whimpered. I couldn't take that again, nothing like that ever again. I hated her, oh yes, more than any one, but was there a point in fighting it? She was going to have her way by my decision or by force and the force always seemed to make things more painful.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me.

"I'm so sorry Darla, I swear..." I began sobbing. "I'll never disobey you again. Please don't do anything else like that I promise, I'll do better." I wailed. The trauma was coming back like a ton of weights.

"Stop." Darla whispered and placed a finger gently on my lips. "Carrie, it's done, I hope you learned your lesson and I think it is great that you are dating my sister now."

I kept sobbing. "Oh, I did Darla, I did, I swear I won't break your rules again."

"Shhh!" She said. "Carrie, stop. It's okay. I know you will try, but you will fail me again and that is okay too. As long as you try your hardest, I am pleased. Just know that I am going to play with you whether you obey me or not. The games will just be much harsher if you fail." She grinned. She released my right hand and I brought it up to wipe my eyes. I then wiggled my fingers to get the blood flowing back properly. I was very sore.

"In fact," Darla smiled, slightly mischievously. "We will test your resolve today. I have a fun game to play today and if you want, I'll let you bet some time."

My face turned from sad to concerned in an instant.

"Oh I do love that expression on you." She smiled. She released my other hand and I began working the two together, rubbing my wrists. It was then I remembered the cuffs painted onto them. I shivered and felt embarrassed. How was I going to explain this at school or to Mom? 

"Yeah, well, that will keep you reminded awhile huh?" She smiled and released my ankles. "Just tell them you were with Farin and did it as a joke. Maybe Farin will get a pair too so you two can match." She laughed.

I smiled at that. I knew she would.

I sat up and rubbed my ankles. I was so sore. I stretched my legs and arms and rolled to sit up at the side of the bed, next to Darla, though not too close.

"Go out to the kitchen and set the table out for us." Darla said to me. It was an order, I knew, but it was said with a gentle voice.

I got up and walked out to the kitchen. There seemed little point in asking for my clothes. I figured she would have offered if I was getting them back.

I set out the plates and forks and knives. I set out some butter, salt and pepper. I set out, per her further instruction, four glasses of orange juice and made a pot of coffee. Just as the coffee finished brewing; Farin and Barb returned with the food.

They had gone to some small restaurant down the road and gotten eggs and steak and bacon and pancakes and toast. I was so hungry. We all sat and dished out the food and passed it around and began to dig in. I shoveled it into my mouth I was so famished.

"Slow down Carrie." Darla laughed. "You are going to choke."

I gulped down a mouth full of steak and laughed. "Sorry, I'm starved."

Farin and I sat across from one another and smiled and stared at each other a lot during the meal.

"We are going to the mall today." Darla smiled at Barb. I looked between them and could tell that Barb had already known where we were going today and probably what we were doing too.

I huffed louder than I should have. Whatever she had planned, I was sure it had to do with humiliating me. Then, I felt Farin rubbing her feet on my thighs and I laughed in spite of my pending doom.

Darla glared at Farin and shook her head.

"Like lovesick puppies, these two." Barb chuckled.

We finished up breakfast and everyone showered and dressed. Farin and I had to borrow clothes or wear ours from two days ago... eww. Of course, Darla picked my outfit. Farin looked good, she wore jeans and a black T shirt that had '100% Bitch' on the front. She slung on a metallic belt to accentuate the look. 

She winked at me as she shook her breasts in front of me. I laughed. "That shirt was made for you Farin."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Want to go outside and fight?"

"Umm... No thanks" I laughed.

Barb, I don't think owned anything that wasn't denim or black leather. Darla wore rather conservative clothes for her norm. She wore comfortable looking, though tight jeans and a nice polo. I wouldn't have thought she owned a polo.

Well, of course, I knew what was coming for me, but I'm never quite prepared or comfortable with the slut wear they give me. She and Barb took in a bright orange vinyl skirt until it was snug on my ass and only hung down about two inches below it when I was standing straight up. I sighed as they altered it from the original mid thigh length.

On top, I was given a black bandeau. I looked down at the word SLUT, so prominent on my left breast and slutty and fuck on my right breast, the string of the rest of the words were hidden inside. Of course, my shoulder art, upper arms, wrists and lower back tattoos were all exposed and I felt so disgusted with myself.

I didn't even bother to plead. She wanted to show off Barb's art and I was a walking display for it. We piled into the car, Farin and I in back and Barb up front with Darla. She drove off to towards the mall. To top it off, she gave me a pair of black stiletto heeled ankle boots.

I whispered to Farin as we huddled close. "Listen, if anyone from school sees me, you have to help okay?"

"What do you want me to do?" Farin whispered back.

"I don't know, distract them so I can duck into a store and hide or something." I whispered back.

"Okay baby," She held my hands in hers and it felt very reassuring. "I'll do my best."

Darla looked back at me and smiled. "Okay Carrie, you want a chance to win back some time?"

I looked up at her. "Yes, I would like that Darla." I answered.

"Okay, here is the deal." Darla began. "We are going to into Hecht's and I will give you a couple of outfits to try on. You go in with Farin. She will take all your clothes and the outfits I sent you to try on and leave, saying they are the wrong size. We are going to leave you then, naked in the stall. You will leave the door unlatched and you will sit on the bench, legs wide open, feet on the bench. You will pull your nipples, one in each finger and thumb and hold them, stretched like that until we return with the right size. 

If you are still like that when we come back, I'll give you a day off your bet. If not, you'll owe me a day. Fair enough?" She asked.

I hadn't really lost any bets with her yet. Still, what if someone came in? "What do I do if someone comes in before you get back?" I better know just in case.

"Well, you do whatever they say of course." Darla giggled. "I mean you are a naked lesbo slut pulling her nipples with her legs spread in the changing room after all. And you will stay that way unless they tell you to do otherwise."

I groaned. Farin hugged me and I weakly returned her hug. "Just do it baby, the sooner we get you out of the bet, the sooner we can just be together." She whispered.

"I know." I sighed, resigned to my fate.

We got to the mall and it was Sunday, so it wasn't terribly packed. Still, there were a good many cars in the lot. We drove past Hecht's and all the way around to the other side of the mall. I sighed. She wanted to parade me through the mall first.

Darla parked the car and we all climbed out. Farin held my hand through the parking lot, eliciting more than one stare from the various patrons of the mall. Of course, it could have been my outfit, as nasty as that was.

We walked through the mall, every click of my stiletto heels seemed to scream to the passing patrons for attention. The height of the heels caused me to flex my legs dramatically and shake my ass more than I wished. We strode past couples and groups of all ages and types. Farin and I held hands, which was a little scary, but comforting all the same.

It was as we turned the corner of the mall that I noticed some people taking a bit too much interest in my tattoos. I flushed red as I thought of the large silhouette tattoos of women on my upper back. Then there was the butterfly on my lower back with the masturbating woman in the middle. I shivered at the thought of someone making it out.

I heard footsteps behind us and I shivered. Darla and Barb looked back, they were in front of Farin and I. Darla smiled at me as I steeled myself not to look back. It would be too humiliating to see the faces of my admirers. 

Farin looked back over her shoulder and I watched her give an exasperated sigh and pull me closer. "Some boys are following us." She whispered into my ear. "Just ignore them, it isn't anyone I recognize."

I gladly obeyed, not wanting to see their faces. We then got to an escalator and started up. I panicked, thinking of the short skirt and the vulnerability of my charms below it. Farin pulled me ahead of her to block the view from the boys behind us. 

Then we walked the remaining half of the mall and ended up in Hecht's in the women's clothing. Darla and Barb picked out some short skirts and tops as Farin and I followed them and we finally ended up in the dressing rooms. Darla pulled Farin aside and whispered in her ear and handed her the clothes and her handbag. Farin sighed and took it and then led me into the changing rooms.

Once inside, she closed the door behind me. "I'm so sorry, you know I don't want to do this Carrie." She sighed. "Strip down baby and sit on the bench."

I sniffed and pulled off the top and handed it to her. Then I removed my skirt and gave her that. "Keep the socks and boots on." She whispered. "You look so good Carrie, please don't cry." She leaned and kissed me as I spread my knees and placed my booted feet on the bench.

"Okay, I am going to put a blindfold on you so you won't see who comes in. It will be easier that way. Trust me." She whispered. She put the blindfold on me and all went black. She repositioned my feet and finished with, "Okay, now pull your nipples and stay put, I'll be back as soon as I can love."

I heard her leave and I whimpered. My heart was pounding in my chest. Every sound terrified me. I sat there with my fingers pulling my nipples and waited. I heard someone coming into the changing rooms and I held my breath. I hoped they would select another booth. I was fortunate, they went to the one next to me and I heard two women talking to one another as one waited outside and the other tried on clothes.

"What do you think mom?" The girl from the booth next to me asked as the door opened. 

"I like it." Her mom replied. 

It went on for about four outfit changes and I dared not make a sound. When they had finished, they left the changing rooms and I let out a loud sigh of relief. I heard footsteps again, some minutes later. They didn't talk, they walked in, and then, I felt, more than heard, the stall door open and a gasp, then a light giggle.

I was sure Farin wouldn't have gasped. I doubt she would giggle either. My body shivered as I sat there. I was spread wide and pulling my nipples straight out. The intruder turned and locked the stall door. I whimpered in fear. Without a word, I heard the rustling of clothing being removed and I shivered. It could be anyone. It could be someone who knew me or a complete stranger and I found myself praying that it was the latter. Next thing, the bench sunk slightly and I felt a calf push against my thigh. Then it shifted on the other side and a calf pushed against that thigh.

Whoever it was had climbed onto the bench and it was pretty easy to figure out what was coming next. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward and just as I had thought, my lips pressed against a nicely shaven pussy. It was warm and wet, the odor was not unpleasant, a gentle musky smell.

I wept. I was being used again. The violator pushed my head more urgently into her wet twat and soon I gave in, extended my tongue and accepted my fate. I tried not to cry loudly, though the tears flowed continuously. I was very tentative at first, licking the unhidden cunt at my face from hole to clit over and over and over again.

The intruder moaned, no voice or sound I could recognize, just enjoyment and pleasure at my ministrations. I determined to just get it over with and latched onto the erect clit with my lips and attacked it with my tongue. Soon my face was being thoroughly fucked as the stranger humped her hips against me. My nose was squished, my chin was coated with juices and she was panting and moaning as quietly as she could.

The humping became more furious and I realized that my secret abuser was going to climax soon. So I thrashed my tongue wildly against her clit and as she came, I thrust lower and dove into her cunthole with my tongue. She just humped my face until she came down. I licked her gently, removing what I could of her moisture with my tongue. 

She grabbed my head and pushed down so I was forced to hold my head as if I were looking at the floor. Then she mounted my head and wiped the remnants of her wetness on my hair. She climbed down, dressed and left.

I sobbed there, reeking of pussy. I had become nothing more than a slut, an anonymous slut to serve woman. I missed Farin, I wanted her to come and rescue me, to take me away from her evil sister. How could she just accept this?

Okay, deep down, I knew there was nothing she could do. How many times had she and I begged for leniency or to be released from this bet? Yet, asking out only made things worse. How was I to escape this web of debauchery?

Footsteps approached once more and the door opened and locked. "Oh baby," whispered Farin. She lifted the blindfold from my eyes and I released my nipples. I sobbed into her arms as she held me. "Hey, that is one more day off the bet." She kissed my cheek softly. 

"Look at me Carrie." She whispered and held my cheeks in her hand. "I love you, you know that. Will you stay and go for another day off your bet?"

My eyes ran freely with tears. Could I stay and go through this humiliation again? It was worse than the gimp suit in the bathroom. Whoever was using me could see me, every bit of me. "Farin," I sobbed, "I just want to go home."

She hugged me tight. "Okay Carrie, I understand." I let her wrap her arms around me and hold me tight. "She said if you declined I should offer you a week off if you stay here for four hours."

I shook and cried violently into her shoulder. Four hours of molestation by unknown perverts. Who was I kidding? I was the pervert. I was the one with the lesbian tattoos all over my body. I was the pulling my nipples, legs spread in the dressing room with no clothes. I was the one blindfolded to protect the anonymity of anyone who might use me.

"Think about baby," Farin whispered, "a whole week off plus the day you already got off. You would be down to like thirty-six days. Just a little over a month. And it is just women coming in here. Not like ..." She stopped in mid sentence.

I was sobbing uncontrollably. "Okay Farin, I'll do it for you."

She pulled my face to look into her eyes. "Carrie..."

"I'll do it, just leave please. I don't want you to see me." I nearly barked at her.

She kissed me sweetly on the lips. I wanted to return it, but I was somewhere else right now. I was setting my mind for the next four hours of being an anonymous slut in a damned changing stall.




Darla's Games Day 09



Farin pulled some Kleenex from her purse and cleaned me up. "Carrie, I wish I could do it for you."

I looked at her and saw in her eyes that she meant it. "I love you too Farin." I pasted on a fake smile. "Can you just let me know when every hour passes so I have an idea?"

"Sure Carrie." She smiled at me and left.

Why did she push me? I told her I didn't want to and she pushed me into it. I knew she loved me, but damn, couldn't she see how horrible this was? I lowered the blindfold, repositioned my feet and grasped my nipples firmly.

Time edged by. I had no concept of how much time had passed at any given moment. It could have been a few minutes or twenty minutes before I heard footsteps once again. Possibly the worst thing about this whole nightmare was the lack of a base of time. 

"I'm just trying on this one dress." The voice said back to an apparent friend outside the changing rooms. 

"Not this stall. Not this stall. Not this stall." I repeated the words in my mind over and over again. Fate answered my unspoken prayer and the door next to mine opened and a few minutes later, the girl was apparently satisfied with the fit of her dress and exited the changing rooms.

Time was a horrible and malicious enemy. I would have sworn an hour must have passed by now, but there was no sign of Farin. Footsteps sounded, quite a few of them, accompanied by voices. 

"I can't wait to see you in that dress Reese." One voice sounded and I heard the first of three doors close.

"I'm not sure about red." Reese apparently answered. The second door closed.

"Well it should match..." The sound broke off as the third girl opened my stall and I waited for her to scream.

"Should match what Jeanette?" Reese asked.

"Ummm." Jeanette answered, "Your hair." She finished in slow motion.

I waited for her to tell them or say something or scream for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel her staring at me, maybe wondering if I was real. Then, at last, I heard the door lock and felt fingertips tracing over my tattoos. 

She was reading the smut written on my body. I could almost hear her lips curl as she understood what I was there for. I heard her undress and awaited her next move. I felt her body moving closer to mine and then her breath on my cheek. She kissed my cheek softly then I felt her breath on my ear. 

"Will you please kiss me?" She whispered.

It was almost laughable. I exhaled loudly and instantly regretted it as she began to move away. I couldn't see her, but I reached out for her arm and caught it in my hand. I shook my head yes and directed her towards me.

I could tell, she was very shy. She didn't want to just hump my face, she wanted to enjoy it. She was probably a lesbian in denial, like I had been for the last eighteen years of my life. I felt her lips close in on mine, her breath heavy and hot brushing across my face.

It was very soft. I kissed her tenderly and she actually moaned out loud.

"You okay Jeanette?" The girl from the first stall called.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jeanette answered, a little too dreamily.

My arms felt my way around her. She wasn't obese, but she wasn't thin either. There was a good bit of her to get my arms around. I pulled her in again and our lips met once more. I extended my tongue into her mouth and damn if she didn't moan again.

I placed my finger to my lips to tell her to hush. It had to sound very bad from the other two girls' stalls. For all they knew Jeanette was all alone in this stall.

On our third kiss, she extended her tongue to my mouth and I sucked it gently and opened and closed my lips against hers. I made it a very tender, but passionate kiss. I hoped it would be a kiss she would remember forever. 

The other two girls left their respective stalls and knocked on the door to Jeanette's. "Be right there." She called out and with a final soft peck on the lips, I heard her put on her clothes and open the door and leave.

As those three girls left, I thought of how awful it could have been and how wonderful that girl had been for just kissing me and keeping me her dirty little secret. (Love that song, had to squeeze it in somewhere)

Seconds turned to minutes which turned to hours. Whether time crept by or sped by, I had no idea. I suppose I was quite grateful that it was Sunday and early on a Sunday, so though there were shoppers, there seemed to be a good deal less of them using the changing rooms than I would have thought.

As if in answer to my relief, I heard voices and footsteps approaching the doorway once again. It sounded like two women, not young women, but women in their thirties or forties. It was all just a guess anyway. There was no way to tell.

"Bridgette, there is no way I am wearing a skirt like that. You go on and dress the slut if you like, I'm a bit too old to run about looking like a hooker."

Bridgette, I'll take a wild guess that was her name, replied, "Sara, you truly are old!" And she laughed as she walked into the center changing stall and closed the door.

I felt and heard the footstep like thunder in my head. Yes, Sara was coming to my stall. I shivered hard. I held my nipples as if holding them tightly would somehow take me out of this place. "Oh my God!" Sara said out loud.

"What?" Bridgette replied.

"Girl, what the hell are you doing?" Sara asked me.

"Who are you talking to?" Bridgette asked, exiting her stall and coming over to mine.

"Well, spit it out girl, what are you doing?" Sara repeated. 

I heard a loud gasp. "Good Lord! Kids these days!" Bridgette exclaimed.

"I ..." I didn't know what to say, I started to cry. "It's a... a bet" I stammered.

"Well girl, this is insane, you put your clothes on right now or I am calling security." Sara said as she yanked off the blindfold.

"P-please Miss..." I shook violently. "They have my clothes. If I stay here for four hours..." I sobbed again.

"Four hours!?" the two ladies exclaimed together. 

Then Sara broke in. "I don't know who is playing these games with you, but you are getting yourself into very dangerous grounds young lady."

She called me young lady. She may as well have said blah blah blah after that, because it was about all I heard.

"Sara!" Bridgette exclaimed. "Stop, you are scaring the poor girl to death."

I felt the woman move my feet off the seat to the floor and then tell me to let go of my nipples and set my hands on my thighs. "Listen dear, I understand. I pledged a sorority back in my day. Nothing this stupid, but I did some stupid things too. Tell me what the rules are and we'll see if we can't find you a way out." She sat next to me and I started to feel a little more comfortable.

"I am just supposed to stay here with my blindfold on and feet on the bench and holding my nipples for four hours. I am only allowed to move them if someone tells me to do so. And I have to go back to that position when I am alone." I blurted out.

"Okay then, easy enough. Sara, give me the skirt you are never going to wear." Bridgette said and she put the blindfold back on. She got up and guided my feet back into place. "Sorry, I can't help with the nipples, but this will cover your waist." She tucked the skirt between my thighs and let it drape down over my belly and pussy.

"Now, I am going to lock the door and climb under it." Bridgette giggled. "You should be safe for the rest of your time. If they say you cheated, you tell them it was my idea entirely, okay?" She patted my thigh, locked the door and I heard her grunting a little as she climbed under the stall door and she and Sara talked about us "kids" on the way out of the room.

Well, I had to admit that this was a pleasant turn of events. I sat smiling to myself and waiting for the time that Farin would return to tell me the first hour was over. Then it hit me. Farin would find the door locked. I am sure she would believe me, but still, I wondered how Darla would react if she found out.

At length, nobody else came until I heard Farin's voice call out to me. 

"Hey Carrie." She said, approaching the door. She tried it and it was locked. 

"Some women came in and locked the door and climbed under." I said in a hushed voice. I heard her climb under grunting and giggling.

"Okay." Farin said and I heard her climb up next to me. "You know I have to unlock it on the way out though. I won't tell Darla though." She pulled off the blindfold and kissed me.

I kissed her back and soon we were tangling our tongues in one another's mouths. It was getting pretty heavy and she finally pulled away and sighed.

"What?" I asked, seeing the sadness on her face.

"You smell like someone else's pussy." She pouted. "Is it wrong that I want you all to myself?" She giggled.

I looked at her quite saddened myself. "You know I didn't want to." I mumbled.

"I know." She smiled. "Just three more hours and you can take a whole week off your bet." 

I forced another smile and we kissed softly and she left me. I blindfolded up and grabbed my nipples and planted my feet on the bench and waited for the next distraction. The waiting for something to happen was almost worse than whatever eventually actually happened. 

Almost.

Sometime within the next hour, which I only knew because Farin had not returned yet, things got a little busier. Perhaps it was the fact that this booth was farthest from the door, but I was very elated that most of the people that entered the changing room had selected a booth other than mine.

Still, every voice or footstep that entered made me a panting, nervous wreck. It was absolute torture. I hated Darla for putting me here and hated myself for being here.

Luck could not hold forever, and eventually someone made their way to my stall. It was almost as if they knew I was there, they came straight back to my stall and opened the door and locked it behind them. I heard a rustling of clothes. I felt a hand grab my hair and pull me forward. "On your knees."

It was Courtney, no mistaking the smile in her voice. The simple command given without any true demand, just a soft spoken order that I knew I had to follow. I was almost happy it was her. I mean, at least it wasn't someone new discovering my secret.

I knelt and immediately felt her hands guide my face to her pussy. I wasted no time in servicing her, licking her delicate folds. Knowing the taste of her was comforting. I almost instantly attacked her clit and within a few minutes she was bucking against my face in climax.

She held my face there to lap at her juicy, cum filled twat. Her quivering slowed and finally she finished and said, "Again." In her sing song voice. I instantly went back to the attack, hoping to get her off quickly, but instead of cumming fast, she decided to draw it out and began guiding my face where she wanted, up and down her slit, to tongue fuck her hole and then up again to her clit.

My tongue and jaw were aching eventually, she drove me on like this for a long time. She moaned a lot, but every time she got close, she would pull me back down to her cunt hole again, where I believe I could have lapped forever and she would be able to hold back from cumming.

And so it went, up and down her pussy, bringing her to the edge over and over again. I could feel her thighs trembling against my face. I knew she was going to cum hard and I hoped that somehow she would maintain some decorum and not be too loud. Her juices flooded my throat with their slightly tangy taste.

I suppose it was a combination of my heart pounding and her body against me that made me miss the footsteps, but I definitely heard the light knock on the door. Courtney didn't stop, she held my head there and moaned to the intruder, "Occupied."

A pause later, I heard Farin whisper, "Just two more hours Carrie." And she left.

"MMMM." Courtney moaned. "Just two more hours huh? Think I could keep your mouth busy that long?" She giggled.

I made no attempt to reply. The questions were rhetorical and her continued guidance of my face let me know I was not supposed to respond anyway. I just licked and tongued her as the slut I had become.

"You really disappointed me Carrie." Courtney whispered. "You were supposed to come over Friday night and here it is Sunday and I haven't heard a word from you. As I recall, you wanted me to hurt you."

I moaned involuntarily into her quivering mound. Courtney giggled.

"Well, I'm not really into hurting you right now, just keep licking bitch." There was no malice, just a soft spoken statement that rocked me to my core. I sobbed slightly, not too much, after all, I did owe Courtney for breaking her nose. I licked and licked, swallowing a mouthful of saliva and her juices every once in awhile when it had accumulated in my mouth. Then I would go right back to open mouthed licking.

My jaw ached so much I was in actual pain. My tongue was so sore from being extended inside her, I knew it would be difficult to talk for awhile. Finally, after I have no idea how long, she came and she came hard. Her body fucked against my face violently and she moaned so loud that I was sure the entire store must have heard her.

My face was smeared in her juices and cum as she held me there, cumming and cumming for what seemed to be at least five minutes. "Now be a good slut and clean me up." She finally said in her chipper voice as she finished landing from her orgasmic flight. 

I lapped up all her juices until she was bathed in my saliva. She pushed me back finally and told me to "Get back up there. I'll see if I can find you some company. You did a good job Carrie-slut."

Her clothing rustled back on as I climbed unsteadily back onto the bench and she left.

I could smell her so strongly. My face was absolutely drenched in her cum. It assaulted my senses and I wept. 'Two more hours.' I thought to myself.

True to her word, before the next hour was up, I had three more visitors. They were all giggling and laughing at me as they used my mouth to quench their desires. Farin came and told me that I only had one more hour to go and we wept as she stared horrified at my state.

My hair was drenched, cum had run down my chin and glistened on my chest. I looked so pathetic, and though there was no mirror, I knew it. She left and time crept by. Only sixty minutes and I could leave. 

I worked two more giggling girls to orgasm, never knowing who they were, but I didn't recognize any of the voices as they called me names and set me to the task of tending to their needs. Finally, Farin returned and took off the blindfold. She handed me my clothes and helped me to dress. I was so tired, so worn, so mind-fucked I could barely move.

When she finished helping me into the preposterously slutty outfit, we exited the booth and into the mall. I couldn't wait to get out of this place. I didn't think I would ever be able to return. My legs ached, my nipples ached, my mouth and my tongue were wracked in pain.

"It was nobody you knew." Farin whispered as we walked through the mall. "I was outside the whole time making sure." I took her hand and gripped it in appreciation. 

"Thanks Farin." I sobbed. 

We exited the mall amidst a myriad of stares and crossed the parking lot to where Darla waited with Barb. The two of them were laughing. "Well Carrie," Darla smirked as I climbed in back. "You did it. I didn't think you would last an hour. Take a week off your sentence."

My sentence, she called it and she was right. It was an imprisonment without bars, without the usual protection that even inmates at a prison would receive. I sobbed and Farin held me. How had I been reduced to this level?

Barb turned around and watched us for awhile. "So you sucked a few strange pussies." She mocked my pain. "Big deal. Fucking cry baby."

I sobbed louder and Farin pulled me into her arms protectively. "Leave her alone Barb." She growled.

Barb laughed. "What are you going to do about it pipsqueak? You want to go rounds? I'll kick your tiny little ass."

"You common bitch!" Farin hissed. "Just a big fucking bully biker bitch! Fuck you!"

I grabbed her somewhere in the middle and tried to shut her up. I didn't want her to fight for me. I didn't deserve to have her caused any pain. I was in love with her and reduced to a pussy licking slut. I loathed myself.

"Pull over Darla!" Barb screamed. "Time I show your sister a lesson or two."

"No Barb," Darla responded, "Leave it alone. Both of you." She shouted back to Farin.

Barb turned around fuming. Farin was furious too. I just wanted to go home. Soon, my wishes were granted as we pulled up to my house. 

"I can't go in like this Darla." I sobbed. "Please let me get my clothes back first."

"Sorry Carrie, already here, now or never babe." Darla smiled at me.

"God Darla, it's her mom." Farin complained. "Have a little compassion."

"Maybe Julie will give you something to wear." Darla laughed, knowing I couldn't let her see me like this.

"Fine you bitch." Farin screamed. She turned to me. "Switch clothes with me Carrie."

She began getting undressed and I did likewise. In a few minutes, with Barb looking at us both in our states of undress and eyed us up like candy, we had completed the change of clothes. Darla popped the trunk and I got out and retrieved my book bag and walked to my house. I went inside and my mom was there in the kitchen. "Where have you been?" Mom asked.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I was at Rebecca's and then I went to Farin's house."

"Oh. Well I wish you would call next time." Mom grumbled.

"I need a shower Mom, I'll be right back down." I said.

"Julie called three times. She sounded upset." My mom called behind me as I ascended the stairs.

"Thanks." I called back.

I took as hot a shower as I could stand. I washed away the stink of so many pussies and it still smelled. I swear it must have soaked all the way through my nostrils to my throat.

I brushed my teeth for about fifteen minutes and dressed as comfortably as I could. I was due to return to my mom and I certainly did not want her to see my lesbian slut tags all over my body. I looked at my wrists and Lesbian Slut just jumped out at me. I knew it was discreet, but knowing what to look for made it plain as day.

I grabbed a few very dangly bracelets for each wrist to disguise them further and with a final look in the mirror to be sure I looked normal, headed down to my waiting mother. I let out one last deep sigh, trying to gather my story and descended the stairs.

"Carrie," Mom began, "Is something going on with you? You have been acting really strange the past week and I am worried."

Yeah, as I expected, she was going straight to the jugular. No beating around the bush, no pleasantries, just straight to the 'what is wrong with Carrie.'

"Mom, it's been a rough week, but I'm fine really. I mean that fight was pretty, bad, but it has just been the whole joining the cheerleaders thing. I'm not really in shape for it and have been spending a lot of time with them." I responded. I mean, I surely couldn't tell her the truth.

"That may be," She returned, "But Julie was over today and she is really worried about you too. You two are best friends, she seemed really upset and said she didn't know where you were or anything about a cheerleader gathering. So, was there something else I should know about?"

Great, thanks Julie. "No Mom, it was just a few of us, mostly I spent the day with Farin. She was helping me to limber up." I almost laughed, picturing Farin spreading my legs wide so she could get at my pussy. "I'm going to head over and talk to Julie." I said. "We had a fight Friday night and need to talk." I started to get up and head to the door.

"Carrie." Mom said. "Sit back down, we aren't finished."

I exhaled loudly and sank back into my chair. I looked at her. She was really worried. I guess I could understand it. I mean, I used to spend a good deal of time at home with my mom and now, lately, none at all. It had to be a bit of a social trauma. 




Darla's Games Day 09



"Mom. I'm fine. We're fine. Life is just a little hectic right now." I blurted out.

She was looking me in the eyes and I had to force myself not to look away at the floor.

"I think you should go live with your father for awhile." She said finally.

I stared at her open mouthed. "Mom. No, please. Julie is right down the street here. I don't want to live with Daddy. I want to live with you." I pleaded.

She exhaled deeply, considering what to do with me I was sure. "Okay, I will let you stay here for Julie, but you have to be a little more responsible. No more of these overnight parties where I don't see you all weekend. I want you to come home after practice instead of just before bed time. And I want to know where you are from now on."

I rolled my eyes. This was going to be problematic with Darla, I was sure of it. "Mommmm?" I pleaded, "I am trying to make new friends with the cheerleaders. It is really hard to get totally accepted with them. I need to socialize, at least for awhile."

Like for the next thirty-six days, I thought.

"I understand sweetie. I want you to have friends and have fun. I just feel like I am losing you." Mom replied.

She was going to cry. I knew it. I had to deal with it this time. I got up and went over to her and hugged her. "Mom, you are not losing me. I'm not going anywhere, well not until college." I laughed half-heartedly.

She hugged me tight and started crying. I just held her for about ten minutes and reassured her that everything was fine and she was a good mother. Finally, she calmed down and pulled away, kissed my forehead and swatted my butt. "Go see Julie." She smiled.

So, I smiled back at her and headed down the hall to the front door. The walk was too long and too short. I wasn't sure how Julie would accept my unannounced arrival. But she had been to my house and talked to my mom. She was worried about me. That was a good sign. I rang the doorbell and waited, changing my stance about twenty times. I couldn't believe I was uncomfortable and anxious about talking to my very best friend. I had never been before. I suddenly hated Darla more than ever. At least it felt that way. I'm not sure how many levels of hate there are in the world.

The door opened and Julie's mom smiled at me. "Carrie, so good to see you. Julie is upstairs, you want to go up?"

"Thanks." I smiled and headed past her and to Julie's room. I knocked on the closed door and called her name, "Jules?"

"Come in." She answered, I couldn't really tell her demeanor, but it wasn't like she sounded thrilled it was me. More like an expected intrusion.

I opened the door and there she lay on the bed, denim mini skirt, black tank top, writing in her diary. I closed the door behind me and looked at her for awhile. I was definitely staring for too long. I had to stop staring at her.

"Julie?" I asked softly to get her attention. She just kept writing, ignoring me.

"I'm sorry Julie." I began, I could feel the first burn of tears coming to my ducts. I stood there, looking at her, waiting for her to acknowledge my presence.

"Julie?" I called to her again. "Please talk to me."

I stepped closer. She refused to look at me and kept writing in her diary. She began talking, but she wasn't talking to me, she was reading or saying aloud what she was writing. "Today, my best friend completely blew me off again. She didn't answer my messages, she didn't tell me what she was doing. Her mom said she was hanging out with the cheerleaders, but somehow I wasn't invited. I wondered if she knew how much that hurt me..." She trailed off and stopped writing and started crying.

I tentatively walked over and sat on the bed next to her and laid my hand softly on her back, her shaking back, shaking with her sobs. "Julie..." I whispered, and I couldn't hold back any longer, I started to weep.

We stayed like that for some time. Just crying; no words spoken. My hand softly rubbed her back and finally she turned to look at me, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I thought we were best friends." She nearly yelled at me.

"We are." I whispered, sobbing.

"Then why Carrie?" She lashed out. "Why are you excluding me?"

If she only knew. I wasn't sure what I was going to tell her, but I couldn't stand losing her. So much had been stripped away from me. My life was falling into pieces around me, I couldn't lose Julie. But, what could I tell her?

"Jules..." I whimpered. "I..." The words caught in my throat. What was I going to tell her? "I'm a lesbian." I blurted out. I instantly regretted it. Her eyes flew open and she moved reflexively away from me as if I were some disease ridden homeless person that might somehow taint her.

She got off the bed on the side opposite me and stood staring at me, her mouth open. "What do you mean you're a lesbian?" She asked me and wiped her tears away, looking at me with fear in her eyes.

"I..." I stumbled for the right words. "I didn't know Julie. I like girls." I whispered.

"Get out!" She commanded. I started getting up, but instead of heading for the door, I started walking towards her. I wanted to hug her, to talk to her, to make her understand that everything was okay with us. She stepped back from me.

She looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes. "Get out of my house." Julie said. "NOW!" She yelled.

I broke down crying and fell to my knees. "Please Julie. This is so hard. I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you, but I didn't really know until this weekend."

"Carrie," Julie said in a steady but angry voice, "get out of my house now. You make me absolutely sick. Get out now or I am going to scream and have my mom throw you out."

I fell to the floor and cried hard, I realized my hands were nearly on her feet, begging her not to do this. "Please Julie." I sobbed.

"MOM!" She screamed.

I pushed myself up to my feet and looked at her through tear blurred eyes. "Julie...please." I wept openly, tears running down my cheeks and splashing onto the floor.

She stared at me and pointed at the door. "Get OUT!" She screamed at me.

I turned slowly and left. When I had closed the door, Julie's mom was coming up the stairs. I cried loudly and ran down the stairs past her and then rounded the corner and ran out the door and all the way home.

I ran into the door, bawling uncontrollably and passed my mom and ran all the way up the stairs and entered the sanctity of my bedroom where I closed the door and leapt on my bed and cried. It was a harsh cry. It was long and loud and my breath was gone soon and I was hyperventilating. I should have never told her. I should have kept it to myself. I should never have divulged this secret.

She looked at me like I was ... less than garbage. She was scared of me? I was diseased with lesbianism, I was a nightmare. It was horrible. I cried and cried for being such a disgusting thing. An hour later, I looked up at the clock and noticed I had cried for over an hour. 

I sat up and sobbed some more, holding my head in my hands. Just about then, I heard the phone ring and I retrieved it from my book bag. I flipped it open and sobbed a "Hello?", not bothering to look at the caller identification.

"Carrie," It was Darla. "You okay?"

I cried. "No," I sobbed.

"Oh," Darla answered and there was a long gap of silence as if she were trying to think of what to say next.

"Never you mind then," She picked up again, "Get some rest tonight." The phone clicked and she was gone.

I threw myself back onto my bed again and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up around eight o'clock at night. I looked in the mirror. My face was a mess, all puffy and swollen, my eyes red from crying so much. I felt dehydrated and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water.

My mom was down there on the phone. She smiled sadly at me when I came down and excused herself from her conversation, telling whomever was on the other end that she had to go.

"You and Julie are still fighting I gather." She said softly.

I looked up at her and the tears came back instantly. I ran to my mom and buried my head into her shoulder and cried. "She hates me." I sobbed.

My mom just held me, patting my back and running her hand through my hair. "There now," She whispered, "I'm sure she doesn't hate you. Give it a day or two and the two of you will be best friends again."

I cried and shook. Julie had been so horrified at me. She hated me. It wasn't going to go away in a couple of days. My mom just held me and let me cry. 

After perhaps another half hour of sobbing, I lifted my head and nearly whispered, "Thank you Mom."

She gave me a squeezing hug and replied, "I love you Carrie, you are a good kid. Why don't you get some rest?"

I kissed her cheek and went upstairs and hit the mattress and sobbed myself to sleep. 



Darla's Games Day 10



Thankfully, my alarm went off in the morning. I wasn't feeling much like it, but I went ahead and did my normal routine. I gave myself an enema in the shower, I masturbated five times, wrote DARLA in my ass crack, put the bands on my nipples and got dressed for school. The tattoos caused me such agony. I couldn't believe they would mark me for the next week or two.

I wore the most conservative outfit I could find. The purple T shirt was long enough to tuck into my skirt. The just-above-the-knee denim skirt was long enough to cover my ass even when I bent over. No bra or panties, of course, I didn't have any. I pulled on a pair of purple socks and black ankle boots. I finished with a set of bracelets on each wrist to obscure my Lesbian Slut stamps and headed down for breakfast.

I had a piece of toast, a glass of orange juice and a casual conversation with Mom before she headed out to work. I watched the clock and suddenly wished I didn't have to ride the bus to school. I wondered if Julie would sit beside me, like she had for the last seven years or would she avoid me like the plague.

I let myself sob for a little while. It was best to get it out now, or at least to try to get it out now. I didn't want to cry on the bus. At five minutes to bus arrival, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up my face. I grabbed my back pack and headed out the door to my fate.

Outside, it was a pleasant enough of a day. I felt miserable though as I walked towards the bus stop. Julie wasn't there. Each step was labored as I made my way to the stop and arrived with a couple of minutes to spare.

I looked at her door, waiting for her to come out. Each second that ticked away was painful. Was she looking out her window at me? Was she going to come out at just the last second to catch the bus so she wouldn't have to deal with me? Would she out me to the whole school? Would she just get her mom to drive her to school so she wouldn't have to see me?

My question was answered, when I saw a familiar car pull in front of Julie's house. I had driven that car just two days ago. It was Brad and Rebecca. They never even got out, Julie came out of the door as they pulled in and wouldn't even look at me. She climbed in the passenger side to the back seat and they drove off.

I watched, tears springing to my eyes to see if she would even turn back to look at me. She didn't. I bawled and shook and saw... a piece of glass sitting on the ground, it was a whole broken bottle actually. I wondered what it would feel like? How would it feel to cut my skin? Just a little cut; just enough to let the pain out. I leaned over to pick up a large shard and through blurry eyes, I saw the bus coming. I stuffed the piece of glass in my book bag and climbed on the bus.

I went to our usual seat and fell into it. I turned my head out the window and cried, staring at the passing scenery, taking in none of it. It was the worst ride to school of my life. Someone tapped my shoulder from the seat behind me, gently.

"Are you okay Carrie?" A voice whispered softly.

"No," I whimpered, "But there is nothing you can do, thanks." I knew who sat there, no point looking back, she wasn't a friend, just an acquaintance. 

The bus finally arrived at school and I waited there, crying out the window as the bus emptied of all the other students. When the last had passed from behind me, I wiped my eyes and stood up and took my place in line to get off the bus.

As I descended the steps off the bus, I looked through reddened eyes for someone, anyone who could make me feel better. Perhaps even someone who could make me feel worse. I found both as I saw Farin and Rebecca waiting at the steps to school off to the side.

I approached them, knowing what they wanted to know and see. Farin smiled brightly at me, but I couldn't bring myself to return it. I closed the distance, solemnly awaiting something to make me feel alive again, to take away the deep pain in my chest.

"What's wrong?" Farin asked me, quite concerned as I got within talking distance.

Rebecca laughed. "She told Julie she is a lesbian and Julie freaked."

I raised my eyes to Rebecca's, my mouth open to stammer some response, but none came and I hung my head dejectedly and let the tears flow once more.

"You can really be a bitch sometimes Rebecca." Farin whispered loud enough for me to hear. She came over and hugged me and as good as it felt, I couldn't hug her back. I just hung there, kind of existing.

Farin wrapped an arm around my waist and led me inside, Rebecca following right behind us. "She thinks you want to fuck her now, you know that right?" Rebecca laughed. "Of course, it's obvious she is right about that."

I started to turn to argue, but just let myself turn back and walk numbly to the bathroom with Farin. Farin pushed the door open and led me back to the stall at the end. "I did it all." I mumbled, somewhat put of that Farin felt the need to check.

"I know." Farin whispered. I looked up at her face and she started to cry.

"Oh for God's sake." Rebecca broke in. "Honestly Farin, if you aren't able to handle it just fucking leave."

Farin didn't say a word, she just turned away from me and sobbed softly. I was confused and a little frightened.

"Look," Rebecca said to me, "I know you are all fucked up or whatever about Julie. Just let it go. We don't have time for these little broken hearts of yours all the time."

I looked at Rebecca and wanted to scream at her, but I dropped my head towards the floor and said nothing. "Darla thinks we have been way too easy on you, so shit is going to get a little more interesting." She smiled. "Well, interesting for me anyway. She gave me freedom to collect on my favors."

I looked at her hard, something inside me wanted to slap her. But, I didn't, I just stood there and waited for whatever she had to say. 

"Good, glad you know your place." She smiled. "From now on, what I say goes. Farin," And she said her name like it pained her to say it, "Could do the same, but we both know she loves you and won't. Whatever, her loss."

"Keep your phone on hand at all times, answer your text messages immediately. We are having lunch in the bathroom again, so meet me there straight from fourth period. Run there or I will let you perform without your mask."

I shuddered at the thought of the gimp suit. Rebecca saw my reaction and laughed lightly. "No paddle this time, apparently your sorry ass can't handle it. I have some other things in store for you. Now, bend over, lift your skirt over your ass and spread your cheeks."

I glared at her and didn't move for a few seconds. Rebecca lifted her hand as if to slap me, but I turned before she did, bent and lifted my skirt. "Good whore." She giggled. "Now, this is going to be uncomfortable, but you will thank Darla for it later. Personally, I would rather go without it, but she doesn't want you to get hurt too bad."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but none of it sounded good. I gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide. "Farin, you're a lesbian, why don't you do it?" Rebecca said in disgust.

Farin turned around, still sobbing. She took something from Rebecca and crouched down behind me so her face was about level with my ass. She pushed something cool and wet at my asshole and then twisted her finger to work it in. My eyes snapped open.

"Farin... no." I gasped, as she pushed the finger inside and began slowly fucking me with it. 

I sobbed with her. Farin's finger was shaking as it lubricated my ass. Then she stuck a second finger alongside the first and lubed them both generously before pushing them in. The pain of having my little hole opened like that was tremendous and I grunted at the intrusion. She just kept fucking my tiny butt hole with her two fingers until my sphincter ceased its death grip and they slid in and out easily.

I was still grunting though. It was horrible. Especially with Rebecca giggling at my discomfort. I suppose, satisfied with the ass fucking she gave me, Farin stopped and withdrew her fingers. She then applied lubricant to a piece of rubber that was phallic, but not quite. It widened much larger than a phallus and just below the widest part, it tapered down to a much thinner width.

What I later learned was a butt plug, was then pressed, with it's lubricated tip, at my asshole and I groaned. "Farin, you can't be serious!" I said aloud. I started to move away.

"Carrie, stay still and let her do it." Rebecca ordered. "I don't want to have to hold you still, but I will."

I cried loudly. "Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Because bitch, you stole my boyfriend. I will never leave you alone." Rebecca snapped at me.

Something about the statement, 'I will never leave you alone' made me snap. I turned around, standing up and glared at Rebecca. "This is not permanent Rebecca. In thirty-five days I am done with you and Darla and all this... this..." I couldn't think of what to call it. Surely it was torture. But it was more than that.

Rebecca stared at me smiling. "Forty-one favors. I will be sure they go past thirty-five days."

I sobbed and lowered my head to my hands. "Why do you hate me so much Rebecca? You have Brad. He went back to you."

"Yeah, but you humiliated me bitch. The whole school talked about how the head cheerleader lost her man. It is something I have never gotten over, but I will now, knowing how much humiliation I am going to pay you back." Rebecca said.

"Just do it Farin." I cried out. I bent over and spread my cheeks and her shaking hand guided the wet, lubricated plug at my asshole and she started pushing and twisting.

I grabbed the toilet seat and watched my tears plop into the water. Farin had the tip up my ass and it was already causing me pain. I winced as she pushed and twisted, trying not to verbally compound her discomfort in doing this to me. I knew she was being as gentle as possible, but it still hurt.

My ass felt like it was burning, the constant pressure, the twisting, it kept getting wider and wider. I couldn't stop the sound now. I grunted and squealed in pain. Still, she kept driving that evil thing up my ass.

"No more." I grunted. My ass felt like it was about to rip.

I heard Farin sob. "Just a little more, I promise." She whispered.

She pushed again and my asshole burned so bad I was sure it would rip wide open. "Almost." Farin whimpered. And with a final twist, my ass closed around the smaller part of the plug and it was trapped inside me.

She kissed my ass softly and lowered my skirt and got up. I stayed there, teardrops splashing in the toilet water. It was surely less traumatic than the wide part of the plug, but it was still so foreign. This terrible discomfort from having my ass stretched and being unable to close it was painful and humiliating.

"Meet Farin in the bathroom every break. She will take it out for second and fourth period and put it back in for third period." Rebecca stated. "Run to the bathroom by the cafeteria before lunch. We will fit you up in the stall while the other girls arrive. Any questions?"

I stood up and cringed from the movement of the plug as I did. I refused to look at her, just grabbed my bag and walked to the stall door. I opened it and Farin joined me at the sinks to wash our faces. Rebecca let out a light laugh and left us there.

"What is this all about Farin?" I whispered through a last sob or two.

She turned to me and forced a smile. "I... I tried to stop her Carrie. I swear I did, I begged her, I got on my knees and begged her not to do it." She was crying again and it scared me.

"They are going to ..." She started and trailed off, turning away and crying again.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and she pulled away. I gasped and was very hurt. She turned to face me and wiped her eyes. "They are going to fuck you Carrie, in your ass and your mouth." She blurted out. "I'm not supposed to tell you. It is supposed to be a 'surprise'." She said the word surprise like it was poison on her lips.

I looked at her with my eyes wide open in horror at this revelation. They were going to fuck me? Who was going to fuck me? Then it dawned on me. The cheerleaders were going to fuck me. "I'm done." I whimpered. "I won't do it Farin. I will just hide during lunch." 

She stared at me. She looked at me as if that concept, that thought were completely out of the realm of reality. "She will hurt you bad Carrie." Farin sobbed. "You don't know her as well as you think you do."

I stared at her. She wanted me to go through with this. My girlfriend wanted me to stick around and get fucked by the entire squad. "She doesn't own me Farin." I mumbled.

Our eyes were locked, almost in a staring contest. The bell rang and we were now late for class. I turned away and headed for the door. Farin stayed there and I heard her crying again. I left without turning back and made my way through the empty halls to home room.

I stopped at my locker, exchanged a few books and headed into the classroom. Looking up the aisle, I saw Julie in her seat. She met my eyes for a second and then turned away harshly. I sighed and trudged my way to my seat next to her.

I looked at her the whole time, waiting for her to smile or acknowledge me in some way, but she didn't. Finally, after what seemed to take an extraordinarily long time, I made my way to my seat, unloaded my bag to the floor and sat down.

"Detention Miss Fitch." Miss Galler stated. It wasn't unexpected and I didn't even acknowledge it.

I stared at Julie, watching her staring intently away from me. My best friend despised me. If she only knew how horrible it was, all the horrid things I had done over the past week, she would just hate me more. As guilty as I felt for turning lesbian, I couldn't believe my best friend would condemn me like this. 

I looked over to my other friends, friends I had pretty much abandoned in the past week. It wasn't by choice of course, but out of necessity. Sara, Cat, Gina and Jen were looking at the front of the class, but then Gina caught me looking at her and she looked back and met my gaze. If Julie had told them about my 'disease', I saw no recognition of it in Gina's face. 

She smiled, though insincerely, and mouthed the words, "we need to talk."

I smiled back and nodded my head affirmatively. We did need to talk, it had been far too long. I turned back to the front of the class and paid attention. I glanced over at Julie every once in awhile, but she pointedly looked up to the front of the classroom and avoided me.

The class seemed to last forever. I felt quite lost without Julie's friendship and now, a few minutes into the class, the plug in my ass was beginning to become unbearable. It wasn't so much the burning sensation, the stretching that had been so painful at the beginning as it was a dull throbbing that became more torturous by the minute.

I shuffled in my seat, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but only managed to cause more pain as it pushed into me deeper. I successfully hid any grunts that might have accompanied the movement of the plug, and winced now and again as the pain grazed my ass again and again.

About a half hour into class, I had enough of Julie's intentional avoidance and wrote angrily onto a sheet of paper. 

Dear Julie,

You are my best friend. I know this hurts you, but I am still your friend. I wish you would talk to me. It was very hard for me to admit to you and it hurts

I stopped writing and crumpled up the page and it fell off my desk and rolled on the floor. Julie saw it and reached down for it. I went for it at the same time, but she saw my hand and snatched it away. "Julie, no." I whispered.

She turned and glared at me and I started sobbing and turned away. She flattened the page and I heard her scribbling with her pen very fast. I looked at her again and she looked furious at the piece of paper as she wrote. Finally, she crumpled it up and tossed it at my face. I grabbed it before it hit me. She scowled at me and turned away.

I opened the page and read what she wrote.

'I was your best friend. A best friend doesn't keep secrets. A best friend doesn't lie. A best friend doesn't turn gay all of a sudden. You make me sick. If you want to be my friend, quit cheerleaders and leave me alone. I hate you. I wish I had never met you."

I read the words and cried freely. The tears burned as they dripped down my cheeks and splashed onto the crumpled piece of paper. Miss Galler looked up at me from her desk, she then glanced to Julie and I saw her frown through my blurred eyes. I placed my hands in my face and cried, sobbing and shaking. 

"Miss Fitch, you may go to the nurse." She stated. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door and started bawling as the door closed behind me. I ran to the bathroom and washed my face, but I couldn't stop crying. She hated me now, my best friend hated me.

My eyes were red, puffy and swollen. I looked an absolute mess. I went into a stall and sat and blew my nose with toilet paper. Why did I have to be a lesbian? What a horrible thing it was. I ...

I felt inside the pocket of my backpack and found something. Had I really been searching for it? Why was my hand in this pocket? Why was I now holding a piece of glass in my hand?

I saw the words on my wrists... LESBIAN and SLUT. I was both. Darla had made me this way. Maybe not a lesbian, I suppose Farin had done that. Besides, I loved Farin. Didn't I? The glass touched my wrist at the L. 

Would it change everything? Could I just scratch that out? Remove the Lesbian from my wrist? Remove it from my being? And the word SLUT. Could I carve it from my wrist? Would it make me just plain Carrie again?

I had pushed a bit too hard and the skin broke. My blood, crimson, was dripping from my skin. I hadn't hit a vessel, it was just a light break of skin. Just one sweet drop of my blood at a time dripped to the bathroom floor. I watched it plop, the blood splattering on the white tile. It was almost beautiful, the red splatter. 

I felt pain, and it grew and I realized I still held the glass to my wrist. I could end it. I could end this pain. I knew I could. Oh, how they would love to find me there. Dead in the bathroom, tattoos on my body telling the world what I truly had become. Then, I saw the tears flooding my mother's eyes, finding her daughter was not only dead, but worse, a lesbian.

I stopped. I pulled the glass away and put it back in the bag. I grasped some toilet paper and held it to the slight cut in my wrist. I walked over to the sink and ran cold water over it. I grasped some paper towels and wet them and held it firm to stop the slight flow of blood.

No, I would not be defeated. Not this way. At least, not until these horrible tattoos had worn away. I wept, looking at my horrible face in the mirror. Such a vile thing I was. So... horrible.

The bell rang and I tried to clear my face up, but it was hopeless. The more I dried my eyes, the more I cried new tears. I had Farin, why couldn't she be enough?

As if in answer to my question, the bathroom door opened and Farin saw me there, holding a bloody wad of paper towels over my wrist and she screamed. "Carrie!" She ran to me and I looked up at her puzzled. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

She grabbed me by the wrist, pulled the towel away and looked at the small cut. "Did you do this?" She held my wrist up and looked at my face and I turned away. Farin would have none of it though and she grabbed my chin and yanked it to force my face to hers. "Did you do this Carrie?"

I couldn't pull away, so I looked to the ground. "It..." I couldn't finish. Nor could I have, in a million years, expected the slap that tore across my face.

"You selfish bitch!" Farin screamed at me, grabbing my face again and pulling it towards hers. "Look at me Carrie!" She yelled. I didn't want to, but I did.




Darla's Games Day 10



"You are not alone you stupid ..." She started crying. "I love you. Do you think it is easy for me? Do you think that somehow the school, my friends all think it is wonderful that I am a lesbian Carrie? Do you think that my sister or Rebecca ever stop giving me grief over it? NO!"

She was crying, but she was truly angry. "You are loved Carrie! Do you know how long I had to deal with being alone? To be alone with this... with being a lesbian. And now I met you and you ... you think of killing yourself? How dare you do this to me? To yourself?"

"I know, Julie hates you. She will come around. Rebecca did. She and I will never be best friends again, but we are friends Carrie. Just give her time."

I looked down and she shook my head again. "NO! You will look me in the eyes and swear you will never even think about this again!" Farin was within inches of my face, her eyes burning into my soul.

"I'm sorry Farin." I sobbed. "I love you, I do. It's just..." I trailed off and looked away.

Farin pulled me into her arms and held me tight. "I know Carrie." She whispered. "Just give it time. It is a hard thing for her to deal with. One day, she will come to grips with it. Remember how she had you go down on her in the bathroom last week? She has her own demons to battle. You brought them to the front. Just... give her time... let me be enough for now." She kissed my cheek.

"You're right." I sobbed. "I'm sorry Farin."

"Okay, now let's get that plug out of you okay?" She smiled and led me into the bathroom stall. 

I bent over, with her guiding hand and lifted my skirt. Farin grasped the base and tugged softly. The lubricant had long passed and she was now tugging the widest part first through my formerly virgin asshole. It hurt, and it wasn't even making progress. I grunted and moaned aloud as she tugged, but she couldn't get the damned thing out.

"Shit!" Farin exclaimed. "I can't get it out."

I sobbed. "Just... leave it." I whimpered.

"I can't Carrie," Farin said in an exasperated tone. "It will just be worse. I have to get it out now. You need to push baby. Please, I know it seems, gross, but you have to push it."

"Oh god!" I cried out. Could this possibly be more humiliating?

Nevertheless, with a bit of coaxing, I pushed. It was like... I don't even want to think about what it was like, but embarrassing and painful pretty much cover it. When the mixed efforts between Farin's pulling and twisting and my pushing like I was expelling, we got the plug out of my ass with an audible pop and a light scream of pain.

Farin held it by the flange. "Well, I guess you should wash it off." She laughed, holding it out to me. I cringed and turned away. 

"Carrie..." Farin began and I turned back to her, she still held it out to me. "Seriously, it wasn't up my ass, go clean it in the sink." She had a very stern voice, almost commanding. I looked into her eyes, waiting for her to laugh, but she didn't. In fact, her face lacked any mirth whatsoever.

"Fine!" I yelled at her and grabbed the vile thing, pushing my way past her to open the bathroom stall door. She moved out of my way and I nearly hit her with the door I swung it open so forcefully. I stomped over and threw the plug in the sink and turned the water on full hot. I was furious.

Farin came out and looked at me in the mirror. She was not smiling. "I think my sister was right." She said, frowning at me. "I am too close to you. Keep the plug with you and I will put it back in next class break." She walked out of the bathroom leaving me alone with the deviant device in the hot water.

I didn't really want to get caught alone with this thing, so I washed it off with some soap, rinsed it and wrapped it up in paper towels after drying it. I stuck it in my backpack, side pocket and headed off to my least favorite class.

The bell rang right about the time I entered the door. There, in the back row, sat the cheerleaders and I turned away from the evil glare on Rebecca's face at once. I sat down between her and Farin, not wanting to deal with Farin at the moment either, I busied myself with my books. Mr. Thatch had already begun the monotone roll call and I answered when he called out my name. 

I glanced over to Farin and she smiled at me and mouthed, "I'm sorry." I smiled back, it helped tremendously.

I was looking forward to a nice relaxing class after the hell I had endured with Julie, but with Rebecca there, it was not meant to be. She scooted her chair right up next to mine so she could lean in and whisper in my ear.

"How's your asshole Carrie?" Came the first rhetorical question, at least I hoped it was rhetorical as I had no intention of answering it.

"Just wait until lunch, I can't wait to see how you handle it." She giggled. "Just think how far you have fallen... I'm almost disappointed, I thought you were a much more worthy adversary." I refused to be drawn up in her taunts. Yes, she was getting to me, pushing me to fight back, but I knew it would only result in more pain to me if I resisted.

"It's just as well really." Rebecca pushed. "By the time this is over you are going to lose everything you had. You may as well get used to being someone's bitch, hopefully Farin will still be around at the end. Then you two can go public with your lesbian love." 

I turned and glared at her. She smiled widely. "How's Julie?" She laughed in my face.

I was hot, I was so angry I felt I could destroy her. I know she saw it, the danger there in my face, because for a moment, she dropped her smile and I noticed a tinge of concern in her eyes. I leaned into her and she shifted away slightly before realizing I was leaning to whisper to her.

"If you bring up Julie to me again, I will hurt you Rebecca. Darla, the bet, the favors, none of it will stop me. Leave her out of this or you will regret it." I whispered.

Rebecca leaned and whispered back. "Carrie, I would kick your ass, right now, but then I wouldn't get to see what happens to you at lunch. Not that I need to explain shit to you, but she called me to pick her up, not the other way around. She needs a new friend apparently and I like her. She isn't a bitch like you. Now, you can get as pissed as you like about it, but do you really think that she is going to be your friend again when you attack everyone she tries to be friends with that isn't you?"

"In fact, she and I are going to the mall this Saturday. In fact, Brad, Chad, Julie and I are doubling to the party this Friday night. So, don't think you own her, she is a big girl Carrie and she can decide who she wants to be her friends. Apparently she prefers straight friends." Rebecca laughed quietly. 

"So, if I were you, I would stick close to Farin, by the time this whole thing is over, she will be the only friend you have left in the entire school."

I leaned back and glared at her. I was angry, but I was also devastated and hurt. It was true, Julie was going to become good friends with my hated rival Rebecca and there was nothing I could do about it. My best friend was slipping away quickly and I was watching it happen. I fought the tears that burned the ducts in my eyes, fighting for release. I shook my head. No, I would not let this happen.

"Screw you Rebecca." I huffed and pulled away from her.

She laughed at me.

I edged away from Rebecca and thought terrible thoughts the whole time. Julie, my best friend, gone? I wouldn't accept that, I couldn't accept that.

I decided I would force a confrontation today at some point, whether Julie liked it or not. I heard shuffling off to my right and glanced over to see Courtney, her nose in its bandages, trading seats with Rebecca. She smiled at me when I looked her way and I blushed before smiling back. She crooked her finger to tell me to lean towards her and I did.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I am going to put your plug in after class, so we can walk to the bathroom together." She said in her giggling, girlish way. 

I blushed even redder, embarrassed, though I should have known that Courtney would be in on the knowledge since she was now a part of the group of torturers here at school. It seemed ages ago that I was on top. I had been popular. I was even a leader of sorts. Now, I had been reduced to this in about ten days, I was nothing but a lesbian slut. I shuddered and lowered my head into my hands, fighting the urge, the need to cry.

Farin placed her hand on my thigh and I looked up at her with blurred eyes, the tears wanting to fall, but I held them back. She smiled at me and leaned in and whispered, "Everything will be okay Carrie, just get through it, be true to your heart. Julie will come around."

It was as if she knew what I was thinking and I forced a smile in return. I slumped back in my seat and sighed, eyes closed, dreaming of better days. At length the bell rang and I got up and begrudgingly followed perky little Courtney to the bathroom. We entered the handicap stall, it is just much more convenient for having two people inside.

"Think we have time for a quicky?" Courtney giggled. I guess my eyes showed my lack of enthusiasm and she smiled. "Later then. Okay slut, bend over and lift the skirt." She laughed in her little sing song voice that mad you want to just hit her. But, been there, done that, have the T shirt.

I complied, lifting my skirt up over my ass and reaching behind as I bent over to display my anus, where I knew I would soon endure the pain of the insertion. I waited for it to come and Courtney just laughed lightly. 

"I do love the view, don't get me wrong, but I was told you have the plug." She laughed.

I blushed at my own stupidity and reached for my backpack, pulling the plug from the side pocket. It occurred to me then, that I had no lubricant. "Umm, did they give you the lube?" I asked in a soft voice.

Courtney sighed softly. "No, I guess we will just have to get it wet another way, put it in your mouth and get lots of spit on it."

"What?!" I shouted. "No way Courtney, it had been..." I trailed off. Obviously it had been in my ass. She would know that. And while I had cleaned it in the sink, the thought of putting something that had been there in my mouth was repulsive to me. "You know Carrie, if you had come to my house like you promised, maybe I would care." Courtney smiled. "But, under the circumstances, I would advise you to stick that plug in your mouth or I will take it and shove it in dry. I don't think you would like that at all."

I whimpered and tears flooded my cheeks as I held that horrid plug in my hand. I looked at it, remembered where it had been and then considered where it was going to be again soon. I opened my mouth, revolted by the idea of it, and pressed it against my tongue. Closing my lips, I let my saliva soak the deviant toy.

"That's a good girl." Courtney smiled. "Get it very wet, let your saliva bathe it. It will be much easier for both of us that way."

I hated it. The taste of rubber was really all there was. I had washed it in the sink and since I gave myself an enema every day, there wasn't really anything much to taint it anyway. Still, just the thought that it had been in my ass less than an hour ago was revolting to me. I sobbed as I worked my saliva glands to produce a thick coating on the foul toy.

"Okay, that should do it." Courtney giggled, taking the plug from my mouth. "Now bend over and let's get this where it belongs."

I let the tears fall and splatter into the toilet as I placed my hands on the seat and bent over. I cringed, forcing a loud plop of tears from both eyes as the tip of the wet plug touched my tight anus. Courtney began to hum to herself as she pushed and twisted. At first it didn't feel too bad, I guess the first time had loosened my ring a little, then at about halfway in, it started to burn as the wider part stretched my anus.

I groaned and winced as she continued to push the horrid thing inside me. "Damn this is tight." Courtney mused, sounding almost excited by the concept. "Good thing we are getting you loosened up a little." She giggled.

I squealed as she pushed harder until the widest part now had my asshole screaming for an end to the pain. I knew she had to be close to the relief that I would get when the bulb entered and my ass was permitted to close around the somewhat thinner shaft. I almost looked forward to it when the pressure stopped.

"Ask me to push it in the rest of the way nicely." Courtney grinned, I could tell by her voice, not that I was looking back. My eyes were fixed on the splashing of my tears in the toilet.

"C-Courtney," I stammered, "Please put it the rest of the way in." I didn't want to say it, to ask for this debasement, but it was really burning at that width. I pushed my ass back to try to get it in, but she moved her hand with me and held it there at the widest spot.

Courtney giggled. "I want you to come to my house to study after practice." I looked back over my shoulder, tears streaming down my cheeks at her smiling face. "I can't Courtney. Please just put it the rest of the way in, it hurts." I sobbed.

"You can, I cleared it with Darla." Courtney answered.

"Fine!" I yelled. "Just put the fucking thing in already." I was getting pissed now and tried to ram my ass back unexpectedly to trick her into getting the damned plug in.

She pulled it out all the way and laughed. "Now we have to start over again. Get in position and do not move at all. I will put it in without any help from you."

I turned and braced and cried. She took her time, toying with me, fucking my ass with the hated thing. She pushed in and out and in and out again. She twisted and pushed, getting deeper with each thrust and finally it popped into place.

"Mmmmm." Courtney hummed. "That was fun, we'll have to do that again." She slapped my ass and told me to clean up and get to class. She opened the stall door as I was pulling my skirt down. I went to the mirror and cleaned up and headed off to my next class.

When I arrived in Miss Simms class, I found that Julie was already sitting there. She refused to meet my eyes as I looked at her through my reddened orbs, still slightly sore from crying. The plug in my ass was very uncomfortable, a constant reminder that my life was no longer my own.

I sat a bit too hard in my chair and grunted as the plug drove deeper into me on impact. I told myself to be a bit more careful in the future. I was just setting my books on the desk when I felt the phone buzz. I looked down at it, a message from Rebecca.

I read:

Hey slut, how is your ass?

I typed back, Better than yours.

Okay, so not one of my brightest moves. Here I was taunting a girl who had a bit too much power and control over the outcome of my life. I hated her so much I could barely withhold my rage though.

HAHA Very funny bitch You will now get ten more of what I had planned Rebecca returned.

I didn't reply, my thoughts processed a hundred different responses and they would all just get me more of whatever she had planned.

Bet you are wondering what is going to happen Want to know? Rebecca sent. I truly did want to know. The anticipation, the fear, the dread was all assaulting to my psyche, probably more than the actual punishment would be. Still, I didn't want any favors from that cunt. Whatever, not my wittiest comeback, but I hoped the indifference would diminish her sense of self importance in my life.

Fine You will find out soon enough anyway Rebecca returned.

I looked over to Julie and she was determinedly looking up at the boring discussion from our teacher. I sighed deeply and tried to concentrate myself. Between the ass plug and Julie and my dreaded upcoming lunch, it was impossible.

About ten minutes before the end of class, my phone buzzed again. I looked down, it was a message from Farin. Can't take your plug out You will have to do it yourself.

It was a relief I guess. Though I remembered how hard it was to get out with her help. How would I ever get the right angle to do it myself, I wondered. The phone vibrated.

Actually take it out now I will check in the hall

I shivered, blushed and coughed simultaneously. She couldn't possibly be serious. No way in hell was I going to be able to discreetly remove the plug without being seen in the middle of class.

NO WAY Was my response. The silence afterwards was rather annoying. I expected some sort of reply, something along the lines of trying to convince me or laughing at the joke it was intended to be.

Finally, the ten minutes clicked away and the bell rang and I got up from my seat and headed to the nearest bathroom to try to get the thing out of my ass. No sooner had I exited the door, noticing that Julie had purposely exited through the other door to the classroom, I saw Farin walking straight towards me with a pissed off look on her face.

I lowered my eyes and sighed loudly. She walked right up to me and grabbed my arm and ushered me into the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Julie looking on in bewilderment. I had hoped she would never know who my lesbian love was and that thought was even more prominent than the pending confrontation with Farin in the bathroom.

She practically threw me into the stall and closed the door. Thankfully, she kept her voice hushed through gritted, angry teeth. "Carrie, it was not a request. You are costing me my position as part of Darla's team. I love you and now you are using that against me. When I tell you to do something, you need to do it. Don't ask questions, don't tell me no, just do it. We will have our time together as lovers, but when I am doing something for Darla, it comes from her and every time you disobey, she takes me out of the picture more and more. Do you want that? Do you want it to just be Rebecca and Courtney ordering you around for my bitch sister?" I had my head down and stared at the floor the whole time she berated me. I felt bad, realizing the position Farin was in as my lover and Darla's henchman. I looked up through tear filled eyes and apologized. "Farin, I'm sorry, I know it is hard for you too. I just couldn't do that. I wouldn't have done it for Rebecca or Courtney or even Darla. I am not supposed to be found out. This is temporary. It's a secret. I will not come out in front of the whole school as a joke."

She looked into my eyes and her anger faded somewhat. I reached forward and we embraced. I sobbed into her shoulder. She rubbed my back. "It's going to be okay Carrie. I'm sorry I told you to do that. I should have known it was too risky."

"Thank you." I sobbed, squeezing her tightly. We kissed. I wanted to make love to her right here in the stall of the girl's bathroom, but obviously it was not permitted or advisable with class looming over our heads. We broke and she helped me to remove the dreaded plug from my ass. 

"Carrie?" She asked me as I held the thing and prepared to clean it in the sink.

I smiled at her, wiping away a tear from the pain of the plug's removal. "Yes Farin?"

"Clean it with your mouth and put it in your bag." She smiled so sweetly and it was nearly sounding more like a request than a command.

I laughed, she must have been joking. But, she just stood there, smiling expectantly. Seconds that seemed like hours passed and she was still standing there blocking the door. I let a tear escape down my cheek. I flushed red with embarrassment, knowing I could do this for her, though I didn't want to. 

I stared at the repulsive piece of rubber. It wasn't like it was dirty or anything. I was very clean back there after over a week of daily enemas. Still, it was repulsive and I fought the urge to vomit. I looked up at her with pleading eyes, and her face lost its smile and she looked ... disappointed.

I clinched my eyes and did the most depraved thing, I placed it in my open mouth and sucked it clean. It tasted bitter, but not horrid. It was more the concept that repulsed me than the actual taste, but I did fight back bile in my throat as I held it there and swirled it with my tongue. Holding the base I turned it in my mouth and cleaned the entire thing. Tears splashed on the tile floor until I felt I had done enough and took it out of my mouth and tucked it into the side pocket of my backpack.




Darla's Games Day 10



She smiled at me when I looked back at her. She had a tear flowing down her cheek. "Thank you." She whispered and she kissed me. She slid her tongue into my mouth, which after what had been in there seemed repulsive in itself. But she didn't care and so neither did I. It almost made the act a shared one with my lover. It made it much better. It made it bearable.

We walked together to Biology and took our respective seats. This time, as I entered, Julie was staring at me. I guess I was smiling when my eyes met hers. She didn't turn away, she looked concerned for a second and then happy that I was okay and then like a light bulb went off in her brain and then angry again. I may have read more into her facial expressions than was really there, but I felt like she knew about Farin and I. 

I looked at her pleadingly, begging her acceptance, forgiveness, or anything she would offer. I detected none of them, but at least held her eyes for a few seconds before she turned away, looking not so angry with me, which was a start.

I sat down next to her and looked at her smiling nervously, hoping that it was a step towards being friends again. She kept looking intently at her book and I guess finally felt me staring and turned to look at me. She glared ominously as if to say I had a lot of nerve to look at her. Then, when my eyes saddened, her face softened, though only for a second.

I smiled hopefully, only to see her clinch her eyes shut as if in pain and turn away. I nearly choked as I whispered her name. She turned back to look at me for a second with anger on her face and said, "Not yet." It was something. It was hope. I smiled weakly and we turned to our studies.

It was hard to concentrate. I had no idea what was coming after the bell rang and it filled me with dread and fear. I had a strong feeling that Julie would be there with all the rest of the cheerleaders. I figured they were going to treat me like the lesbian slut that raided their lockers for dirty panties again. I wished this was all over.

After a million horrors ran through my mind of what was in store for me, the bell rang. I went to get up and Julie turned and asked if I were joining them for lunch. I forced a smile and said, "No, I wasn't invited." She looked sad for a second, then just sighed and went back to packing her books. I got up and once out the door, walked quickly and purposefully to the designated bathroom.

Rebecca was already there waiting when I walked into the too familiar stall at the end. Without a word I undressed and started pulling myself into that horrible 'gimp' suit that I loathed. Farin joined us and helped me to strap into everything, including the mask which would hide my identity. She offered me a reassuring smile and kissed me softly before pulling the face mask tightly over my head. 

She was much more gentle than Rebecca had been at pulling my breasts through the openings in front. When the outrageous boots were in place and I tried desperately to balance on those six inch heels, I felt a tug and the sound of snaps from behind. Soon my ass was completely exposed to the much cooler air.

The leather suit made me sweat constantly. The heat inside it was stifling and as before, made me feel woozy. I felt my hair pulled through the top of the mask and braided into that horrible handle formation on top of my head. They worked quickly and quietly and I soon heard voices and laughter and the clicks of shoes on the floor as the rest of the cheerleaders poured into the bathroom in smaller groups. They were chattering in excitement about Rebecca's surprise.

"Same as before bitch," Rebecca whispered in my ear. "Any resistance will be met with punishment and I can always reveal your identity if you get out of control. Now be a good lesbo slut and this won't be so bad. Get on all fours and wait for my commands."

I heard the stall door open and Rebecca immediately began to address her audience. "Okay girls, you all know about the panty sniffer. I caught her again and she is here for some more discipline in why she shouldn't be stealing our panties. I told her every time I catch her it will be worse. The bitch just doesn't learn. Or maybe she just likes being abused."

The girls were twittering and giggling amongst themselves. Rebecca continued. "I did promise to leave her virginal cunt alone. Personally, I think it is kind of cool that she will remain a virgin, perhaps all of her life. But, being a lesbian slut like she is, I thought to myself, wouldn't it be the ultimate humiliation for a lesbo to be made to fuck a guy. Well, that is my dilemma and I think I know a way around it. Her ass doesn't have a hymen." She laughed and the others all laughed with her. I even detected Julie's distinctive laugh in with the mixture of others.

"So, I brought this." She showed them something that brought a mixed reaction of laughter and awe. "I actually have five of them so we can all have a turn and just pass off when we get tired. So, let's get started, we don't have a lot of time. Come on out slut."

I stumbled forward, the tears already falling. Someone was going to fuck my ass! It was a revolting thought. Perhaps it would be better if someone just took my virginity than to use it as an excuse to fuck my ass. I considered that for a moment, considered telling her to just do it and get it over with. But, I didn't really want that. I wanted it to be special.

This would not be special, it would be horrible. I cried as I wiggled my hips, crawling out into the open bathroom to the sound of laughter. It assaulted my ears and my brain and I shivered and paused before taking the last crawling moves towards what I assumed was the center of the bathroom floor.

I heard excited whispers and the sound of clothes rustling and it even sounded lick buckles were being jingled and pulled. I had an image of being beaten with belts in my head and I trembled in fear. "I'm first!" squealed one of the girls. I think it was Karen, but I wasn't certain. There was the sound of a camera clicking and I panicked. 

Footsteps surrounded me. Some I heard or sensed kneeling around me in a circle to get a closer look. Though I couldn't be certain, it felt like they were all staring at my ass. There was a good bit of commotion, but it was like how you can sense someone looking at you, sometimes enough to make you look back at them to see who it is. I suppose with my eyes blinded, it heightened that innate ability we all have. Rebecca's voice cut through the commotion. "Use plenty of this. For a slut, she is a virgin there too." I felt something warm drip on my ass, right into the crack and I whimpered. Then I felt fingers there, slipping the wetness down my crack and all around my anus. Next, there was the distinct feeling of entry as a thin piece of plastic slid into my asshole and I suddenly felt pressure, like it was squirting something inside my ass.

"Now lay your head on the floor slut and get your ass up high." Rebecca laughed. I sobbed silently as I complied with her instruction. I shook violently as I felt the first touch against my asshole. I knew it was coming by the conversation, but I hadn't quite registered what they were using on me. I figured they must have had dildos or something.

The pressure become stronger and I willed my asshole to relax and accept the intrusion as I wept. "This is so AWESOME!" the girl, who I guessed to be Karen, exclaimed as I felt the tip of the dildo enter my ass. The pain was excruciating, it was as wide as the widest part of the plug they had put up my ass today. "I always wondered what it would be like to have a cock." Laughter followed her last statement.

"You know?" Rebecca chimed in. "She does have another orifice available if anyone wants to use it." I felt a hand grab my handle of hair and haul me up to my hands and knees while Karen held her dildo an inch or two inside my ass. I felt the mouth piece tugged and the snaps open and my mouth was breathing in fresh air.

I knew it wasn't for my comfort and soon was rewarded with a plastic tip of a dildo at my mouth. "Damn straight!" It was Julie's voice and I sobbed around the plastic cock in my mouth. "This must be like what a gangbang is like for guys!" She laughed and the others laughed with her.

The tears burned my cheeks as they laughed at me. The dildo pushed into my ass slowly and I grunted around the one at my mouth as it was driven inwards as well. It didn't take me long to determine that these phalluses were larger than any I had ever seen. The pain, as new depths of my rectum were invaded, was incredible.

Still, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. Julie, her hand firmly on my handlebar of hair pressed the dildo all the way back to my throat and I choked on it. She laughed! My best friend was choking me and she laughed. Of course, she didn't know it was me, but I had no idea there was this kind of malicious enjoyment in her. You think you know someone for years and years and perhaps never really know them at all.

The dildo in my ass stopped proceeding when Karen's hips pressed firm to my ass and she held herself there by my hips. "You are going to take this in your throat panty whore." Julie laughed. The others cheered. 

"Here!" Rebecca laughed and I heard something jingle as it was thrown over my back and caught on the other side of me. I felt a presence on either side of my body. 

"Ready Julie?" The voice of Allison from my right side.

Julie laughed. "Do it at the same time."

Addison giggled from my left and said, "On three..."

"One..." I felt Karen start sliding the dildo back out of my ass and felt the presence of someone under me.

"Two..." The dildo slid further from my ass until I felt the bulbous head pressing against my anal ring, a slight increase to the burning at the pressure there. The giggling and mumbling of the girls all around me was hushed but to me nearly deafening.

"THREE!"

I screamed. So many things happened at the same time. I felt a sharp pain in both nipples. As I screamed over the phallus in my mouth, Julie grabbed the back of my head and thrust forward, my throat searing in pain at the intrusion. Karen slammed the cock inside my ass so hard and deep that her hips audibly slapped my ass.

They all started laughing as my body went into a fit of despair. I was trying to scream, but with a plastic cock wedged in my throat, no sound came. The pain burning through my rectum was excruciating again. The twins tugged and yanked the clamps and bounced my breasts together with a light slapping sound. 

I was clutching at Julie, gasping for needed air. I felt I would die when she pulled back. I took a sharp intake of breath. "Breathe slut!" Julie laughed and then plunged back into my throat and held it there while my ass was fucked so hard I thought I would die of pain.

Then, to accompany my brutal rape, I felt the harsh flick of leather on my ass. Every time Karen would pull out, I was rewarded by a sharp slap of about a two inch wide piece of leather on each ass cheek. Then it felt like there were two on each ass cheek.

I cried and screamed when I could. Mostly though, I just gurgled around the cock thrust deep inside my throat. It burned so badly and cut off my oxygen and each time I thought I would die, Julie pulled out and gave me a breath of air before forcing that thing into my throat again. Meanwhile, Allison and Addison continued their constant assault on my breasts. Through the cheers and laughter, I heard the distinctive sound of cameras clicking around me.

The girls around started chanting, "Fuck that slut. Fuck that slut. Fuck that slut."

There were the sounds of laughter and high fives and the constant flow of insults. "How disgusting to sniff panties" said one. "What a nasty whore." Said another.

"Karen, we should switch!" Julie laughed.

"Eww gross." Karen laughed. "Let's do it."

The cocks were mercifully pulled from my aching ass and throat and I gained a few seconds to scream out in protest, but could only manage to choke and sputter, my throat too sore to utter a word. The violation of my body started anew. This time, however it was Julie, who wasted no time slamming her dildo up my ass to the hilt and the bitter taste of my asshole on Karen's cock in my mouth.

I sobbed and gagged, as much from the taste of the ass covered cock as the depth to which she shoved it in my throat. The tears that burned my cheeks inside the leather mask were as much from humiliation as from pain. I wondered if all people were this depraved. I mean, here was a group of 'normal' teenage girls, girls my age. I wondered if I would do the same to some poor helpless girl if I were in their position. 

But my wonderings were painfully short as Julie pummeled my asshole. Her hands held firmly to my hips as she rammed her body against mine, her cock slamming deep inside and pulling out only to return with a thrust that took my breath away. 

And breath was becoming a real issue for me. Karen had taken over from Julie, thrusting her dildo so deep into my throat, I thought she would rip my larynx out. I was gasping every time she pulled it out of my mouth and choking every time she thrust in. My eyes burned with tears from the pain of the throat fuck.

As if this wasn't enough to endure, the twins kept playing roughly with my breasts. Each held a bit of chain that connected to my nipple and they tugged from opposite directions, causing my breasts to slap together. The sound of them slapping was embarrassing. The pain in my nipples was excruciating.

If embarrassment was intended to be a part of this brutal act, it was delivered proficiently. The others around me slapped my ass with leather straps and laughed at me constantly. If the physical pain was unendurable, the emotional distress was unfathomable.

"How do you like my panties now?" I heard and then felt the dildo slide from my mouth and what I assumed to be the speaker's panties were thrust into my mouth in a large wad.

"Look at how her titties bounce" The twins laughed out loud.

"I can't believe her asshole can take all that cock!" Another remarked to the howls of laughter mocking my pain. "We should get bigger ones next time."

"Yeah, everyone get your own and let's see what is the biggest thing we can get up her ass next time!" One of the girls offered to the cheering laughter of all the others.

I sobbed into the panties. I could taste a hint of the owner, but it was far better than that horrible dildo in my throat. The relief was short lived however. "She likes them! The lesbo slut actually likes sucking your panties!" Karen laughed. "This is punishment whore, not pleasure." She yanked them out and started throat fucking me again.

"Okay girls, nice start." Rebecca chimed in. "We have to get moving if we are going to all get a turn. You each get three minutes in her ass and then three minutes in her mouth. Karen, you're out, Julie move to her mouth and Britney, you can hammer her ass for awhile."

Karen's cock left my mouth and Julie's entered it and Britney began pounding my asshole from behind. All nine of them took a turn, even Farin. They fucked my ass and my throat for the next twenty-four minutes straight. All during this, they yanked my nipples, slapped my ass and called me the most degrading things I had ever heard in my life. I wept freely, my tears drenching my face inside the mask. If anyone heard my sobs over the cheering and laughing, they didn't acknowledge it at all.

When they had all finished their turn, the bell rang and they all moaned that it was over. Courtney suggested they all skip class for the rest of the day, but that was thankfully squashed by the reminder that someone would eventually want to use the bathroom. I was relieved, as much as I could be with a sore throat and a very sore ass. I had never taken anything in my throat or ass before today and the repeated fucking had caused me a great deal of pain.

I guess it was good that they were all the same size so once the initial violation was complete, the rest were duplicates of the same. I caught myself rationalizing some acceptance of this rape and I wanted to slap myself for such a horrid thought. My mind was fighting to remain sane while they talked about me and over me. I had them all blocked out.

"That is a great idea Julie!" Rebecca said loudly. I didn't hear the idea, but if Rebecca liked it then there was no way it was good for me.

"Well slut, see you tomorrow for lunch!" Courtney giggled and I heard them all laughing and talking about me as they left. I fell to my belly and cried when I figured I was alone.

"You got this mess?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah, just go." Farin said with a voice that betrayed her as being on the verge of tears. The door swung again and Farin helped me into the bathroom stall. "I had to do it." Farin whispered to me. "I'm so sorry. It was the worst thing I have ever done. Please don't hate me."

She helped me undress and I was a total mess. My ass was burning so bad, I had to reach back and sobbed louder when I realized how sore my ass was to the touch. My body was aching with the continued beating by those crops. There were red marks all over me. Even though it had been through the leather, the pain had been exquisite, as if my skin had been bare. My throat was so sore, I wasn't sure I could even talk. I didn't try. I just helped Farin to clean me up with paper towels after she locked the bathroom door. She washed my body with cold water from the sink.

It felt refreshing, but something in me had died that day. I stared vacantly at the mirror. I had been ass fucked brutally by my best friend as well as eight other girls. And they all thought that I had wanted it. They thought it was great fun. They were planning to do something to me again tomorrow. I cried until no more tears flowed as I moved my feet and hands for Farin to dress me. My mind was gone. 

On some sort of auto-pilot, I made it to class. Just walking, staring vacantly at the passing students. These students had been my equals about ten days ago. They had been friends, colleagues, and some even envious of me. How quickly it had all dissolved.

I sat through Spanish. I couldn't even look at Julie, afraid of the dejection as much as the fear that she would look right through me and know that I was the one she had violated less than half an hour ago. I stared blankly at the teacher, not participating even when class required that I do so.

Julie's voice was distant, but I did hear it as she tried to engage me in practicing the words we were learning. I turned to her, but my mind was still gone from the rape. I wanted to cry, but I felt numb all over. Besides, she would have asked what was wrong. What would I tell her? I was the slut you just fucked in the ass and throat?

I guess she figured it was just the wall between us from my coming out as a lesbian, because she didn't press. She just spoke in Spanish to nobody in particular so the teacher would not bother her. I stared blankly, reliving the horror, the pain in my ass easing from a horrible, continual burn to a throbbing pain.

When the bell rang, I got up in a zombie-like state and made my way to gym class. Julie's locker was by mine, so we shared a silence amongst all the noise around us. I was about to change when Farin grabbed my arm and my gym clothes and laughingly excused us from Julie. She said she needed company in the bathroom. Julie rolled her eyes and moaned as if in pain. Farin escorted me into the bathroom stall to change. I had clean forgotten about the tattoos on my body, thankfully Farin had remembered.

"Carrie?" Farin's voice softly pressed for my attention. I just let her change me, moving when she told me to. I never answered her and barely noticed her crying through my hazed mind. She led me out to the gym.




Darla's Games Day 10



I guess I participated, but it wasn't an enthusiastic effort. Julie was her normal, graceful self on the gymnastic apparatus. I was clumsy and only made a half-hearted effort. A disinterest that did not go unnoticed by the teacher and I was running laps by the end of class. There was a comfort in this solitude activity. I could be alone, could let the numbness take my mind as my pain-stricken body went through the motions of laps.

Of course, I couldn't shower. Farin took my sweaty body into the bathroom again and changed me, wiping me down with a wet towel she had confiscated before putting my clothes back on. I walked blankly to last period and drew randomly during art class. I hadn't even registered what I was drawing until Miss King looked at my work and leaned in to whisper to me. 

"Carrie, come with me." She said. I looked up at her concerned face, then down at the drawing I had made. It was a picture of me with a knife in one hand, a droplet of blood dangling off the tip. Apparently carved into my abdomen was the word LESBIAN. There were tears dripping down my eyes. In the picture I had drawn. My real eyes were drained.

I walked with her and vaguely heard her instruct the class to continue on and she would be back soon. I let her lead me downstairs to the office. She asked to see the counselor and was allowed in immediately. They talked about me for awhile and I stared off, not paying them a bit of attention. I was too lost in reliving my body being taken.

I was sitting. I wasn't sure when this happened, but Miss King had left me alone with a female counselor. She tried to talk to me, but I was busy blocking her out. She was part of a world for normal people. I didn't belong there anymore. I was something less, something different. 

"Carrie!" The woman said loudly and my attention was finally drawn to her. She was very pretty, probably in her mid-thirties. Her short blonde hair was cut to mid-neck. Her blue eyes were soft and caring. I hated her already.

"Yes?" I asked. My voice was crackled. It was the first word I had spoken since my throat had been violated. It came out, thankfully, but it was accompanied by a searing pain in my throat and I gulped down a mouth full of saliva, which was equally painful.

"What is going on?" She said loudly, but with concern in her voice. "What is happening to you? Is there trouble at home?"

I nearly laughed. I came out of my funk just enough to answer her. "Don't waste your time. It will be disappointing." I said, each word coming out sounding just a little more like my own voice.

"My time is here for you Carrie." The woman said softly. "I am here for you. You can tell me anything and it will forever be just between us."

I looked into those soft, concerned eyes. I wondered for a moment if it would be nice to tell someone how the cheerleading squad had just fucked me in the ass and throat. It sounded unbelievable, even as I thought it. I just put on the most sincere smile I could manage. "I have nothing to say."

She sighed as I stared at her blankly. "Carrie?" She nearly whispered. "Did you just find out you are a lesbian? Is that what this is all about?"

I didn't respond, but I suppose a lift of an eye or a difference in my breathing hinted her to continue on this line of discussion.

"It's okay Carrie. There is nothing wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with being a lesbian." She continued her spiel with practiced precision. "I would like you to go to a counseling group. It is a group of teenage girls, like you, who have found that they prefer women to men. Will you go there Carrie? Nobody needs to ever know about it. Anything you say there, even that you show up there is guaranteed to be anonymous. There will be no judgment, only acceptance. Will you come with me there tomorrow evening?"

I looked at her well meaning face a moment. "Thanks, I'll work it out on my own." I croaked.

She let out a deep sigh. "Carrie... I can make you go."

I looked at her perhaps a bit hurt and surprised. She continued. "But I won't for now. However, if your teachers keep complaining about your behavior in school, I will have to insist. I know it is a hard time for you. Just know you aren't alone, you aren't the only one."

The bell thankfully rang to end the day and after an uncomfortable silence, she sighed again and excused me. I headed to my locker and got all my books I would need for homework tonight before walking in a stupor towards the gym to change for cheerleading practice. It was Monday, so we had the weight room.

I had the presence of mind to change in the bathroom on my own this time. Even though Julie nor any of the other girls were in my row, I knew someone could come in and see my tattoos anytime. I made my way to the weight room and everyone was already there giggling and laughing. I didn't want to know about what as I walked in silently. 

"Oh God Carrie!" Karen screamed at me. "You have GOT to come to lunch with us tomorrow. You so missed out today!"

I looked away to hide the pain and quickly turned back with a smile. "Yeah, I heard. I wish I could have been there too." I managed without breaking down. The last thing I wanted was a recap of my abuse for the next hour.

"Okay, let's really work out today." Rebecca broke up the party. "Court, why don't you take Carrie through the paces on the nautilus machine? The rest of us will do rotations on the other equipment."

Courtney smiled and took my hand and led me to one of the machines in the back. The first thing we did was presses. I couldn't press much, it wasn't something I did regularly, so the weight I could manage was negligible. Courtney kept talking to me, disappointed with my ability and I tried to push harder just to get her to shut up.

"I am so wet Carrie." Courtney whispered as she leaned down to change the weights. "I wish I could just straddle your face right here." I whimpered. Through the haze I realized I did not want her to let them all know I was the lesbian slut. "Please not here Courtney." I whispered in a fearful tone.

She looked around and I followed her gaze. Everyone was busy going through equipment. Nobody paid us a bit of attention. They were all working out and laughing about what a great time they had with my alter ego, the panty sniffing slut.

"I have an idea." Courtney whispered. She moved me to a free weight bench and put me into position so my chest was even with the bars that supported the weight bar in its up position. She got into position behind me and when I looked up, it was straight up between her spread legs as she spotted me. She looked down at me and giggled. 

She then crouched down by my ear and whispered. "I will be quiet if you do a good job. After twenty-five reps, I want you to struggle with the bar on your chest and I will crouch down to help pick it up. If I haven't cum before then, I want your tongue in my ass. Got it slut?"

I felt a tear roll down either cheek and I just nodded affirmatively. While she was bent there, she was pretty well blocked from view and I heard her moving her clothing around. I looked, turning my head to the side and arching my neck to see what she was doing. She had pulled her panty leg down over her knee under her shorts and stretched it harshly to get it over her foot. Then she pushed it up into her shorts and pulled it down the other leg. She lifted my head and hid her panties under my head. 

She smiled at me. "Don't let me forget them."

She stood back up and put her hands on the bar outside of my own and helped me lift it. I looked up and there, under the loose leg of her shorts, her pussy was staring right back at me. As I lowered the bar to my chest, she bent down and pressed her pussy right into my face. I was so worried someone would see.

I smelled her musky scent as she descended and then it was there, her wet pussy was pressed against my mouth. I pushed my tongue out as I knew she wanted me to and simultaneously pressed the bar up to do my first repetition. It was very hard to concentrate on lifting the weight with her pussy in my face. It was even harder to work my tongue at her pussy while I did it.

I blushed, so embarrassed that I was lying here, doing bench presses in a room filled with the cheerleading squad while eating Courtney's pussy. My breathing was becoming difficult. She stayed there, knees bent, crotch riding my face, while I continued to do my repetitions. The limited intake of oxygen made my lungs burn with need at each upwards thrust of the weight laden bar.

Each movement was a struggle. I managed somehow to get my first three repetitions off without dropping the weight on my chest, but I apparently was not doing a sufficiently enthusiastic job on her pussy because Courtney pressed her weight down on my face, blocking off all oxygen for a moment. I panicked and gasped, louder than I had intended. From my vantage point, that being Courtney's crotch, I couldn't tell if anyone had heard, but somehow I thought through the muffled effect of her thighs, I heard renewed giggling amongst my teammates.

I struggled to dislodge Courtney from my face, but with the weights in my hand, I had little choice but to do what I knew was my means of a reprieve. I thrust my tongue in and lashed wildly inside her pussy. She immediately lifted up and I dined on her. I would like to say I forgot about the weights, but it was quite impossible.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her hole and the resulting pool of vaginal fluids and saliva overflowed my mouth and streamed down my cheeks and chin. I could smell it, though Courtney didn't have a strong smell, it was definitely a smell that one would associate with the female sex. 

I pressed again and again. Courtney counted each press of the weights and each time her voice changed to something more sultry and sexy. I feared discovery so badly I tried to press faster. The lack of oxygen as I breathed in the limited air around her pussy prohibited me from making a great deal of progress in that respect.

By the time Courtney breathed out fifteen, my face was coated in fluids and my arms were beginning to shake with the effort. When I struggled through the twentieth repetition, I felt like I would never make it through another five. Courtney's fluids and flowed into my nose and I had to repress the urge to throw her off me.

Perhaps it was her own desire to time her orgasm just so it would hit on repetition twenty-five or perhaps my involuntary coughing into her leaking vagina, but on that final lift, it hit her hard. She came and ground her sopping cunt onto my face, smothering me. I choked into her pussy and fortunately it muffled the sound.

She rested there, chest heaving, pussy pulsing against my lips for what seemed an eternity. I suffered her to be there, breathing through my nose and softly lapping her juices into my mouth. Finally, she got up and allowed me to do the same.

It was only as I was lifting my head that I remembered her panty, which I quickly grasped into my hand. She leaned over and whispered, "Put them inside your shorts and give them to me later."

I did as she instructed and looked around at everyone else working out and chatting and giggling. For perhaps the first time in my life I wished I were a normal cheerleader. I had to laugh, but couldn't on the dangerous possibility that any show of emotion would change into a fit of tears. 

So, I swallowed the self-deprecating chuckle and went on with my work out with Courtney. The rest of the time was rather uneventful, if I could forget the constant reminder of the smell of her cum in my nostrils and the aftertaste of it on my tongue. I wondered how it was possible any of the other girls didn't smell it when I was close to them, but perhaps they only thought that I was in heat myself.

Whatever the case, practice was over and I retreated to the bathroom to change as everyone else took a much needed shower after the hours of working out. I felt dirty as I changed clothes, smelling my own sweaty odor rising from my body. There was nothing to be done about that now though. I finished changing and walked in my zombie like state back to my locker. 

Farin and Courtney were there, toweling off and getting dressed. It was a bit odd since this wasn't where their lockers were. Julie was likewise wet, and when I turned the corner she quickly drew her towel around her body like I was some pervert trying for a peek.

"Farin decided to join us to go study at my house." Courtney chirped. Then she turned to Julie, "You want to come along too Julie?".

I cringed at the thought, but then as an afterthought considered that Courtney wouldn't dare to do anything with Julie there and hoped that she would join us after all. 

"Thanks, perhaps another time." Julie smiled at her. "I have to get home." She looked at me briefly, catching my hopefulness dashed to disappointment and giggled to herself.

I waited, trying very hard not to watch them dry off and dress as I sat on the bench with my book bag in hand. It wasn't that there was anything sexy at all about the situation, it was more a lack of anything better to look at. Unfortunately, Julie caught my gaze fall to her ass and she quickly dressed and backpack on her shoulder, turned down the aisle and out of the locker room.

I hadn't really noticed it before now, but the locker room was very quiet aside from Courtney and Farin. Farin finished tying her boot lace and then half trotted down the corridor and around one corner, then a few seconds later past the aisle again. From the far corner of the locker room I heard her voice call out. "It's all clear."

I looked at Courtney, who was smiling at me. "Go shower, you stink." She laughed.

I stared at her, then exhaled heavily and mumbled a thank you. I did stink. I stunk like the sweat of gym and sex. I had probably lost five pounds in sweat today. Well, probably not, but it felt that way. I stripped quickly and half ran to the shower. I was far from comfortable with being naked in front of other people, no matter how much it was forced upon me to do so.

I turned on the water and waited for it to get nice and hot before jumping in and lathering my body. It felt good to be clean again. Water always did refresh me. Perhaps it was the hydration. 

I had closed my eyes and relaxed under the soothing caress of the shower. The loud splatter of water bouncing against the floor of the large communal shower seemed to block any sound or even thought of a world outside the shower. I let it take over, washing me clean of every disgusting act that had been performed by me or on me in the previous week. It was a hope that this could happen, a fictitious, unrealistic hope.

Deep inside, I was still detached from my surroundings. The group rape of my, prior to today, virgin ass had assaulted my psyche in a way that far surpassed any physical damage that these girls and women could do to me. Not that I was so rational in the realization of this fact at the time, but in retrospect of the course of events that followed, it accounted for my ability to survive the ordeal without some kind of a mental episode.



Darla's Games Day 11



I am not quite certain what happened while I relaxed under the shower. It was sort of an out of body experience, but more individually spiritual than any sanctioned religious definition. Considering I had recently been gang raped by eleven girls sporting strap on dildos, I suppose you could say I had my reasons. And, based upon everything I heard and understood, it was going to happen again. While losing myself to the steady stream of water cascading over my bruised, tattooed and battered body, I considered everything that had happened. There was still a piece of the setup missing somewhere. Yeah, that $50 bet was the main point, but somewhere, something kept biting at the back of my head that there was another piece to that puzzle that I needed to discover. And really, how easily that whole orchestrated mess could have been avoided if I just hadn't played pool. Or if I had played with that guy for $20 and taken a cab home. 

I reflected on the 18 years of relatively no sex life before 10 days ago. What had I really done sexually? Masturbation, a few blowjobs and a bunch of hand jobs was the entirety of my sexual repertoire. Was that really so below the norm for an eighteen year old girl? And now look at me! In ten days I had become a total lesbian slut. I had my first orgasms with other people. I had been gang banged, if non-vaginal sex counts as a gang bang. It was actually rather amazing when I thought of the things I had done. I almost could feel a sense of pride in those accomplishments if they weren't so opposite what I thought I should be. If only I could be who I was and still have these ...

Well, maybe not. I mean, it isn't like there was any of this I wanted truly was it? Well, some of the games were exciting. But, if I could go back and take them all away, I'm pretty sure I would. My budding love with Farin was thrilling. Best sex in my life. Would I be willing to trade all these dreadful things for that night and day we spent together by the stream? I'm not sure I would.

What if I had been just a non-entity? Hadn't that been my goal really? Sure, I played soccer and lacrosse, but I wasn't like a team captain or anything. I never aspired to do it to make a mark on the high school or the world. It was pure exercise and competition and fun for me. I didn't get great grades. About the only thing truly different about me was my love for art. But, there are like 20 other kids in that class, so even that isn't truly unique. So, it really all boils down to the perception of Farin. 

The lesbian who had a crush on me had inadvertently orchestrated this mess by putting me on some pedestal that was invisible to everyone else. Even me. Shouldn't I despise her for that? It is almost laughable that she got what she wanted. Was that by intent? I had to believe it was not. For my sanity to remain in tact, what little seemed left, I had to believe that she truly had no idea about this bet between her sister and Jill when she offered me up.

Ahh, history, such a 20-20 should have would have fantasy. I went through about 100 what-ifs while I zoned out. Why bother mentioning any of them? I had no time machine. I had a million regrets and no way to reverse them. So, that leaves me with 33 days of misery before I got my life back. Well, unless Darla gives me some more opportunities to bet some more time off.

Didn't I have a couple of detentions? Hmmm. Guess I better make those up this week.

I think I had a lot of homework tonight. Better get on that. Oh yeah, I am going to Courtney's.

Well... that seems to make no sense, but random thoughts that bring you back to your current reality seldom do. 

"Carrie!" Farin was calling to me while lightly slapping my face. When my eyes groggily opened, she was holding my chin and looking very concerned.

I did a double take of waking up and let out an exasperated sigh. "Time to go?"

Farin still looked concerned. "Erm. Yeah. Time to go. You okay?"

I gave her a cursory smile and affirmed that I was not ready to go to the mental institution yet. We dried off and got dressed and headed out with Courtney to her car. Now, Courtney was your typical cheerleader... at least by my perception of a cheerleader. She had no job. She had a convertible sports car. She had the blonde hair and the blue eyes and the bouncy figure and the bouncy, but somewhat superior, attitude that I associate with a cheerleader.

And so, as we climbed into her convertible and I climbed in back with Farin sitting up front with Courtney, I cringed a bit at what she might have in store for me. I still remembered the great debt I owed her for breaking her nose and... well... trying to kill her. She was such a beautiful girl and now sported matching black eyes and a nose in a metal brace. I wondered how she was going to have me start making up for that.

Courtney and Farin were engaged in conversation up front, not really including me though I knew at least some of the discussion was about me. I caught Courtney changing the angle on her rear view mirror and it looked like she was aiming it at the back seat instead of the road. Farin was complaining, but relented apparently and huffed herself into silence in the passenger seat.

"Carrie..." Courtney called back to me. "Move to the middle of the back seat for me."

I complied. Why wouldn't I? I unbuckled, moved and re-buckled in the middle of the seat.

The thing about Courtney that really and truly irritates the shit out of me is her evenness. She never raises her voice, never seems to get angry. Okay, like there was the time I came to her house the day after I beat the shit out of her and she was home because she couldn't go looking like she did and she STILL spoke calmly the whole time. I mean... the girl fucking irritates me.

I looked into her eyes through the rear view mirror. She was looking right at me and smiling brightly. "Flip up your skirt and tuck the front into the waist, lift your shirt over your boobs, spread your legs and touch the doors with your feet, put your arms on the back of the seat spread nice and wide." She said it all calmly as usual, sing-songy almost. 

I know she saw the daggers flying from my eyes. But, I had crossed a line with her and kind of owed her. Sure, she deserved it, kind of. But it wasn't really her I should have taken all that anger out on, she was just the easy target. Now, I'm not so sure she wasn't as malicious as all the rest. Besides, I knew she was paying me back at her house and I really wanted to stay on her good side today. So, I feigned a smile and complied with her request.

When my top and skirt were up and my arms and legs stretched as instructed, she smiled at me in the mirror. Looking between me and the road the whole time she said "Gee Farin, I'm a little warm, how do you feel?"

Farin, who was enjoying turning around and seeing me all spread out, in spite of the fact that it was really for Courtney, didn't get where she was going with it, but I guess was feeling a bit warm. Maybe she thought Courtney was just referring to her internal temperature, making a joke about how horny Farin seemed to be twisted in her seat licking her lips at me. "Mmmm Hmmm. Very warm Court, hell I feel kinda hot."

"Me too." Courtney smiled and licking her lip and winking at me, she lifted her right hand to draw my attention to it and turned on the blinker and pulled over to the side of the road. She blew a kiss at me in the mirror and said, "Now don't you move a muscle slut." And she did what I feared from the start, hit the button for the convertible top to fold up. 

I closed my eyes in abject humiliation. "Open your eyes slut." Courtney smiled. I felt a tear in the corner of my eye but refused to let it form, quickly wiping my eye while pretending to brush a strand of hair back. I looked at her through what I am sure were very pained eyes, and she just kept that smile of hers and blew me another kiss. Farin protested, but Courtney basically told her if she didn't want to come along, she would be glad to drop her off at home. And as much as Farin was hurting that Courtney was going to have her way with me, I guess she figured better that she be there and see than not be there and have her imagination drive her insane.

So, wind blowing through my hair, nipples achingly hard from the battering they were taking from the wind, we headed down the road. Cars honked, people screamed and cheered and by encouragement, I kept a smile plastered on my face like this is exactly what I wanted to be doing.

It was humiliating and I prayed internally that nobody I knew would see me like this. To be honest, I have no idea if they did or not. My eyes were open, but I focused them on Courtney in the mirror. I just couldn't handle that information if say... one of my teachers or friends saw me in this predicament.

We finally pulled into Courtney's driveway at some point and she hit the button for her automatic garage door opener and drove inside. Once the door closed, I was pretty sure her fun was over and pulled my top out and back over my breasts.

"Slut, did I say you could do that?" Courtney asked, still with that fucking smile. 

I glared at her and pulled it back over my breasts. "Shall I walk in and greet your mom and dad like this Courtney? Will that make you happy?"

Courtney giggled. "You are so cute when you are angry." For a second, a very rare second that I saw so very few times in her entire life, Courtney's smile turned down into one of the most horrifying frowns I have ever seen in my life. It scared the hell out of me. "That is when you aren't beating the shit out of me."

She really could have ended it right there, seeing that look on her face, with those black eyes and that broken nose was probably the worst moment of the whole night. It set the pace for what would come and caused a river of tears to start flowing down my cheeks. "I'm sorry Courtney. I wish more than anything that I could take it back."

She smiled again. "I know you do slut. But, you can't and because of that, I can't get a date for awhile, so you get to be my surrogate for awhile. And I am not a lesbian, so you'll never quite be enough. So, we'll find a way for you to make that up to me I'm sure. Let's start simple. Strip naked and leave your clothes in the back seat, climb out of the car, kneel at the bottom of the steps with your hands behind your head and your knees spread wide and wait or me. I'll be back shortly."

And with that, she got out of the car and went inside and I heard her talking to her mom inside. Farin gave me a weak smile. "I don't think she will really hurt you... ya know?"

I wasn't so sure, but first things first. I stripped off my clothes and left them there in the back seat on the floor of the car. I climbed over the side and knelt at the bottom of the stairs, knees very wide apart and hands as instructed and I waited. I wondered what would happen if her mom opened the door just then. Would she scream? Would she call the cops? Would she laugh in my face? I had the impression from when I came here to see Courtney a few nights ago before the party that she thought I might be the one who beat up her daughter. Maybe she would start beating me up. I guess I would deserve it and maybe that would make everything even.

I had wiped away the tears meant for Courtney. I hoped she appreciated them because I was about sick to my stomach of crying every day. Farin tried to be helpful, but what could she do really? I told her to just try to not be involved ... every time she got involved in these games, it hurt. I never told her that. I knew she did it from some need to protect me, but she was pretty close to the only person I felt I had to care about me as a person in this ... whatever it was. Game? Not for me. Training? I never wanted this nor did I think it would ever change me... this was all temporary... right? From my kneeling position at the bottom of the steps, every sound in the house seemed just on the other side of the door. To be fair, there was a bit of a crack between the bottom of the door and the floor, and my head was pretty much at that level due to my kneeling position at the bottom of the three stairs. Still, I wouldn't be surprised if Courtney was laughing her ass off internally while talking to her mom right on the other side of the door.

I heard them talking about school and she was telling her mom how she had some friends over to study. I panicked a little when her mom said 'well bring them in, I'd like to meet them.' 

"Yeah, they are being shy I guess. They are in the garage, if you want to go meet them. I'm going to go pick up my room real fast. I told them to just chill while I clear it with you." Courtney said. My heart was pounding and threatened to explode.

"Want me to send up some snacks?" her mom asked.

"Sure mom. Why don't you tell them to come on up in about five minutes." Courtney replied.

"Courtney Covington, you bring your friends in here this instant young lady. Where in the world have your manners gone?" Mrs Covington bellowed at her daughter.

"Sorry mom, I need to tidy up. Some lady claiming to be my mother told me never to have company over to an untidy house." Courtney giggled, her voice trailing away up the stairs.

"Carrie..." Farin whispered frantically. "Get in the car and duck down now!" She ran towards the door and I panicked. I couldn't think and knelt there in a sort of shock. It was like I had been frozen, I just couldn't seem to remember how to move.

Farin grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side opposite the direction the door opened, the momentum causing me to fall to the side and she drug my naked ass across the floor a few feet before leaping to the top step as the door handle was turning. She used her body to block that side of the garage, even though there was really no angle to see me from inside the hall.

Courtney's mom looked surprised to see Farin right there at the doorway. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Courtney said to send you and..." she looked past Farin and craned her head a bit. "I thought she said friends. Oh well, why don't you come inside and I'll get together some snacks for you girls to take up with you."

"Sure, let me just grab my book bag Mrs Covington and I'll be right in." Farin excused herself for a moment. She tried to shut the door, but Courtney's mom held it open waiting for her. I watched from my prone position, lying naked on the concrete floor. My breath sounded so loud to me, I was sure she would hear me and come around the corner any second. I swear my heart did actually explode, but not enough to bring me the mercy of death. But, Mrs Covington simply waited there just inside the door as Farin walked to the car, retrieved her bag and walked to the steps. She dare not look at me though I could tell she urgently wanted to. She went up the steps and Courtney's mom said. "Oh flick off that light switch to your left would you Farin?"

With Mrs Covington inside the hallway, Farin looked to the side where the light fixture was and stared down at me, pulled her hand to the switch to hide her face, and mouthed "get dressed you fucking idiot." Before turning out the light, leaving and closing the door behind her.

I was submerged in absolute darkness. Okay, well there was that little crack below the door that let in a minute line of light on the first step, but it didn't penetrate the darkness of the garage. I started to feel my way to the car on hands and knees. The concrete was very unforgiving to my knees.

I thought about where I was. I stopped in the middle of ... I had no idea where in the garage. I gritted my teeth and slapped my own face to stop myself from chickening out and crawled back towards the light. I found the steps, lined myself back up and knelt there, spread knees and hands behind my back. I gritted my teeth to fight the fear. I was so scared, so terrified of being discovered by Courtney's mom. 

Then I thought, what if Courtney's dad comes home and opens the garage and finds me here? What if her little brother decided to come down? I was trembling. I was absolutely mortified with fear. I was hot. I was sweaty. I was hot in the other sense of the word. I shuddered. What the hell was wrong with me? 

Time was meaningless. I had no way to gauge it. It is rare that you are in a situation with no grasp of time. With at least a window you can make a guess. With your cell phone, you are never in question. It is a truly horrible experience which I recommend to no one.

Minutes, hours or days later... well, it was minutes, but it might have been a lot of them, the door knob turned. I clinched my eyes shut. I figured my ears would be enough to bring me the horror if it was not Courtney or Farin at the door. That gentle giggle coerced me to open my eyes. There was Courtney in the door way smiling at me, her head cocked to the side and her face lit up like she just confirmed something she had known all along. 

She flicked on the light. "Grab your bag, leave your clothes." 

I stood up, my eyes still adjusting from being in the dark for so long. I leaned into the convertible and grabbed my bag and walked to the steps.

"You remember where my room is?" Courtney asked, still smiling and standing in the door.

I nodded. Courtney looked at the floor where I had been kneeling and motioned me to look as well. There was a small puddle on the floor. She laughed. I felt my face turn stop sign red.

"My mom is in the living room watching television. My brother is in his room playing his Wii. Maria is in the kitchen preparing dinner. Let's see if anyone notices the naked cheerleader running up the stairs." She giggled again. "I want you to run fast and loud. If I catch up to you, I will smack your ass so hard the whole house will hear it." She moved to the side to allow me to pass. 

I slid past her, not daring to breathe. I listened for any indication that someone might be around and was building up my nerve. It was like the locker room run through the school all over again. 

"Go!" Courtney laughed loudly and slapped my ass hard. Not only was it loud, but it really, really stung.

I ran. And I don't think I had ever run so fast in my life. I looked but didn't check corners, just ran around the corner and up the steps. I thought I heard a gasp, but I didn't stop to see from whom. I heard Courtney running behind me, but I was blazing with speed. I ran up to the landing, turned towards her room. Courtney was laughing loudly at the halfway landing of the stairs. I grabbed the door knob and turned.... Only it didn't turn. 

I tried again and again and knocked on the door. I looked around. Courtney was catching up, I banged the door and ran again, for another door, not knowing where it led but hoping for a bathroom. The handle turned and I pushed in elated. And I almost screamed as I found myself staring at her little brother, who dropped his controller and his lower lip. His eyes bulged out like saucers. I nearly threw up as I ran back out and slammed the door shut. 

Courtney was laughing so hard she was crying and she showed me a key. She put it in the door and opened it like we had all day. I was jumping from foot to foot. Oh why wouldn't she hurry? I heard her brother's door knob turn and jumped behind Courtney to hide. She was laughing so hard she could barely unlock the door. She finally opened it and said, "Get in there you silly slut." 

Her brother's jaw was nearly to his chest. He stood looking and then invited himself to Courtney's room. "No way and keep your mouth shut to mom and dad about this or I won't let you see her naked again." She giggled and he turned red faced and went in his room.

Courtney came in and shut the door. She was still laughing and I was looking for somewhere to hide. Farin was sitting on the floor pouting. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. "Damnit Courtney. Your little brother saw me! How could you!"




Darla's Games Day 11



Courtney laughed. "Oh shut up, you loved it you slut. Come out here. I have a key and if I have to use it you will be really sorry."

I kicked the door and realized with a very painful toe that I was indeed still quite naked. My chest was heaving. My blood was pounding in my ears. I was sweating. I thought I would hyperventilate. I calmed myself a little and unlocked the door. Courtney stood there at the door when I opened it.

She smiled at me. "Come on my little slut. You have to study."

I looked at her like she was nuts. "Courtney. I ..." I wasn't sure what I meant to say. Give me some clothes you stupid bitch? Kill me and get it over with? 

"Shhh. Stop. Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs for me." I bit back a hundred responses and acquiesced. She pushed a finger into my pussy and pulled it back out. It was coated with thick wetness and I gasped. She brought it to my mouth. "Open."

I didn't want to, but neither had I wanted to do anything with Courtney. I opened my mouth and tasted the heavy tang of my cunt. I was so humiliated. "Now, do you admit that at least part of you loved it?" Courtney smiled as she took her finger away. I opened my eyes and she was right there, staring back at me. 

"Y..I...ermm..." This had to be wrong. No way was I about to say... "Yes" almost audible, a whisper that never made it past my lips.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear you slut." Courtney giggled.

"Yes Court... but its awful." I was still breathing hard.

"Well, yeah I guess in a way. But look at how excited you are. Such a slut." And she leaned in and kissed my lips. "Time to study. Go sit on the floor by my bed and get your books out."

I opened my mouth to protest, but didn't. I sat down and opened my bag and extracted my math homework first. We were all three in that class together, so it made sense.

Courtney jumped on the bed and took out her phone and snapped a picture of me naked reading my math. My head swept up at the sight and sound of the flash. She giggled. "Just for me. To remember this by. I don't need to brag like Rebecca." And she took another and I didn't mind as much.

She took off her shoes and socks and dangled her feet over the side of the bed. She leaned back and read her own math homework. "Carrie?" 

"Yes Courtney?" I answered.

"Would you rub my feet while we do our math? And then you can just copy down the answers from my paper." 

I stared up at her like she was insane I suppose.

"Carrie, please? I'd rub them myself but it hurts eversomuch when I lean over... you know when all the blood rushes into my nose."

Oh fucking hell. So she is going to guilt trip me. Fine, it's just a foot rub. I ate her pussy earlier, so a footrub wasn't really a big deal. It just... felt... I don't know, more subservient? Eh, I was making something out of nothing. I started rubbing her stinking feet. Well, they didn't actually stink. We had both just showered not long ago.

"mmm, very nice my little slutty girl." Courtney smiled. 

I won't go into the algebra problems we did together over the next fifteen minutes before there was a knock at the door. I instantly stopped rubbing her feet and jumped a bit. Courtney looked at me from her perch on the bed and smiled. "Who is it?" She asked the closed door in her sing songy voice.

"Your snacks Miss Courtney." A heavily accented voice replied from beyond the door.

Courtney smirked and looked down at me. "Get back to rubbing my feet slut." Then to the door. "Come in Maria."

I turned body away from the door, started rubbing her feet again and looked back over my shoulder, trembling with embarrassment as the door opened. Farin looked up at Courtney and frowned severely. "Seriously Courtney, this is supposed to be a secret."

Courtney just smiled at Farin as we all watched the maid come in through the door. Maria was probably around twenty eight, though that is pretty much a guess. She was Hispanic, from Mexico I'd guess, and she was voluptuous in figure. Which is to say, she was very curvy in all the places that boys appreciate.

To her credit, Maria's mouth only hung open for a few seconds and then turned to a smirk. I felt like the lowest form of life on the planet, being humiliated in front of her maid of all people. She carried a covered tray into the room and paused, staring at me with that knowing smile as I sat naked, still rubbing Courtney's feet for want of something that explained why I was in my current state.

"Set the snack on the table and come here please Maria." Courtney said. The maid complied.

"Este es la prostituta que perforado mi nariz." Maria scowled and started forward on Courtney's words. Did she just call me a prostitute?

"No no. Esta bajo control. Y no digas papa y mama. Tengo algo que necesito tu ayuda con." Maria stopped as Courtney smiled and waved her hand at her. She raised an eyebrow and Courtney continued. "Sera spank le para mi? Quiero un castigar azotes, pero no muy duro, solo coherente. No demasiado blanda, solo dura y continua."

Maria smiled and looked at me. It wasn't a nice smile. It was the type of smile that scared me. And why was Courtney so freaking fluid in Spanish?

"Farin, be a love and get me two towels from my bathroom." Courtney asked Farin, who got up to comply.

"Carrie, you can stop rubbing my feet now. I want you to crawl over to Maria, then over her lap for your punishment."

I kept rubbing her feet. I looked up at her beautiful eyes. She was smiling so sweetly, how could she look at me like that and treat me so viciously? She tried to pull her foot away and I held on for dear life. She laughed.

"Don't disappoint me now slut. You've done so well today. You can do this. Go on, you might actually enjoy it." She smiled and slapped my hands away.

I bit back tears as I turned and got onto my hands and knees. Maria had placed the tray on a table and pulled out a chair from Courtney's desk and patted her lap when she sat down as if to call me like I was a dog. Farin broke the moment when she entered the room with the towels.

"Give one towel to Maria and bring the other to me Farin." Courtney instructed. Then to Maria, "La puta poco obtiene encendida tanto, pense que major que primero pones una toalla en su regazo."

The maid laughed loudly. "Como consiguio esa guarra uno poco las bolas para romper la nariz? Usted seguro de que tu no quieres romper algo de ella?"

"No es necesario. Su humillacion sera suficiente y aprovecho para mucho mucho tiempo, incluso despues de que mi nariz es sanado." Courtney replied with a perfect accent. Whatever it meant.

"Aqui chochos." Maria patted her lap with the towel over it. "Vienen de conseguir tu castigo que poco puta." She laughed heartily and Courtney laughed along with her as I crawled towards her.

I climbed onto her lap, biting back the sobs. I felt so disgusting, laying naked over the maid's lap awaiting a spanking. 

"Arch your back a little, get that ass up high." Courtney instructed and I pushed my ass up as high as I could, my toes and hands pushing up to keep my body off her lap as much as I could. 

Now, I have been spanked before, even by my dad who hit pretty hard. And of course there was the time in the bathroom with the paddles and that REALLY hurt. But as spankings go, this was I think pretty hard. Far from the hardest, but hard. The first hit stung bad. But it seemed tolerable as another and another followed. I tried to keep my ass up, but I kept wiggling when she struck. And she struck and she struck and she struck.

I was amazed the entire house wasn't banging on the door asking what the loud spanking sound was. It seemed deafening to me. My ass was burning as it went on and on and on. "Please Courtney." I begged after about the twentieth strike. But I was ignored. Maria held me with her left hand and spanked me over and over and over again. 

I thought she would have to stop soon. I had lost count... had I been counting? I don't know. Thirty? Forty? My ass was so in pain, but not like the pummeling from the paddles, a more tolerable, yet more horrible pain. At some point, she began spanking my thighs, which was worse. 

I didn't want to look at anyone because I thought I would die if I confirmed I was being watched by my two schoolmates while being spanked bare assed over the maid's lap. I was shaking. The spanking was methodical, constant, unrelenting. She never went faster or harder. She just steadily spanked the fire into my ass and thighs.

"Es el cono divirtiendose aun?" Courtney asked quietly.

The spanking stopped and I exhaled loudly with a half sob. Then I felt it. The maid stuck a finger inside me. "La perra esta en cello" The maid laughed loudly. The laugh was matched by Courtney once again. "Voy a seguir?" 

"Si. Dejaremos que de usted sabe cuando parar. La guarra va mendigar para ello. A menos que tu mano obtiene primer lugar adolorida." Courtney sung back.

And the spanking started right back up. It was painful, oh so very painful. I was determined not to cry out. There was a clock. I looked at it frequently. How could a bare hand hurt so much? I couldn't believe the fire in my ass. And then, the first tear fell in spite of all my fight. I cursed myself for letting it fall, but it was soon replaced by another and another and soon I was crying quietly. I was determined not to call out for her sympathy again. I had been denied and didn't think I could bare it again emotionally. So I wept quietly and watched my tears splash on the floor beneath me.

I was sobbing as quietly as I could, refusing to give them the satisfaction of screams, though my body was begging me to acquiesce to just that desire. I must have blocked out everything but the steady stream of smacks on my ass and thighs because out of nowhere, I saw Courtney's bare feet standing on my lost tears and being rained down upon by the fresh ones. 

She grabbed my chin and pulled it up to force me to look at her. The spanking never slowed. My eyes were a blur, I had to blink out more tears to see her clearly. She was smiling. "You have enough yet slut?"

"Pl..pl.. please Courtney, have mercy." I sobbed.

"Oh my sweet Carrie. How much mercy did you feel for me when you wanted to kill me? Look at me Carrie. What if my nose isn't fully healed by homecoming? Wouldn't that make a lovely permanent memory in the yearbook? I didn't do this to you slut. You are what you are. But I'll tell you what I'll do. I will dry your sopping wet cunt for you. If you can take another fifty without being wet at the end of it, we'll stop and I'll consider us even. But if you get wet again off of being spanked over my maid's knee, you get fifty more and ... well... I'll end it when I please. This is you and me, right Carrie? Nothing to do with Darla or Rebecca or any of them, this is just me and you. I don't owe them anything. Our relationship has nothing to do with theirs. Now, I won't interfere with what they have over you for the next month, but our deal is just between us for as long as we both find it..." her eyes rolled away from mine as if looking for the right word... "gratifying." 

She paused, looking as if she were thinking of something. "Well, unless you are only here and sorry because they are making you be sorry and come here. If that is the case then tell me now and you can leave and never be forgiven because you don't really even feel sorry about it. I won't reveal anything that I learned because of Darla and Rebecca, but I will make your life a living hell in school and I will tell people you broke my nose. So? Are you here because you feel bad or because you have to be here?"

I sobbed, afraid of how my voice was going to sound as the spankings kept coming and coming. "I'm really sorry Courtney. I am here because I want to be. You are right, this is between you and me and whatever gets us to where you feel I have made up to you what I did to you." It came out all broken up and stuttered and sobbed out and I had snot dripping down my nose and tears flowing a river again, but that was the gist of what I said.

"Okay then, let me dry you up and let's see what we learn." Courtney smiled and kissed my forehead. 

She started rubbing a towel roughly on my pussy and I assume dried it up well with all the rubbing back there. "Cincenta mas y parada." She instructed Maria.

I counted them though I need not have done so. I cried the whole time, though still quietly. The slaps were hard, but it wasn't like she was using all her strength, it was more the repetition that caused the fire. After fifty spanks, I saw a river of snot running out my nose towards the floor and wanted horribly for a Kleenex to wipe it free. Farin, who I can only assume was made to sit by idly and watch, did come to my rescue with that. I was a mess, tears still falling, my ass so sore I couldn't believe the bitch hadn't put a hot iron on my ass as much as it burned. 

I was shivering, feeling very cold compared to the heat in my ass. Then, Courtney's finger dipped into my pussy and withdrew. She giggled and put two fingers inside, swirled them around, causing me to moan and walked around. She held the sopping fingers with thick goo on them in front of my face. "Now I just have to figure out if it was the pain of the spanking or the humbling experience of being spanked bare assed by my maid." She smiled. "Another day perhaps we will find out." She turned her smile to Maria, "Cincuenta y que seran todos."

And I sobbed through the next fifty as well. When they were finished, I was held there while Courtney took some pictures of my red ass and thighs. She took some pictures that showed all of me, including my face, bent naked over the maid's lap. I probably should have protested, but somehow, for some stupid reason, I believed Courtney. I did not think she would show these pictures to anyone else. Again, that probably means I'm an idiot, but really was there much I could have done to stop her? I'm not sure.

Finally, Courtney and Maria stood me up and Courtney walked me into her bathroom, supporting me with her arm as I painfully walked with her. Maria left the room. Farin was whimpering off to the side somewhere. Inside the bathroom, Courtney instructed me to bend at the waist and hold rest my head by the sink. She washed my face so gently with cold wash cloth, she was so tender with it, I was confused.

She opened her medicine cabinet over the sink and extracted some cream and lathered the cold cream over my ass and thighs. I trembled and jumped a bit, because even the touch of that cooling cream hurt on contact. She soothed me with soft whispers. "It will be okay Carrie. It isn't bad, not like the paddles. By Thursday at the latest you'll be all healed up and we can do it again." She giggled and I moaned.

"Please no Courtney. Please no more spanking. I hate it so much. It hurts so much."

"But you cream so much over it slut. I don't think I could deny you pleasure, I like you too much." She laughed her light dancing laugh. "Don't worry my little whore, I don't really like it, but it did make me so hot to see that you did and to see my maid spanking you. I wonder what she is thinking of you right now? How good is your Spanish? Could you understand what we were saying?"

I was a bit embarrassed by not really taking the time to pick out the few words I did understand and try to make sense of them in their context, but I hadn't really followed the conversation at all. "Only a few words, not really." I mumbled.

"Well, I told her that you broke my nose and she wanted to break yours. Of course I wouldn't let her, that would make us even and I just adore the power you gave me. I told her not to tell my mom and dad about it and I don't think she will. But you will be coming over here to hang with me a lot. Maybe not so much while Darla has control over you, but after, we are going to be so very close. You will be coming over to dinner with me and my mom and dad. My brother will be there remembering seeing you naked. And my maid will be serving us, feeling oh so superior to you as you sit at the table. How does that make you feel?"

I moaned out loud. It was far from intentional and the most embarrassing moan I ever released. "I mean... it will be horrible Courtney. Please don't make me think of such things." I whispered.

She giggled again. "Oh you should have heard what we were saying about you. Let's see... you remember the word puta? That means bitch." She had finished with the cream and was now fingering my pussy with her right hand while pulling my nipple with her left. She had her lip so close to my ear I could feel the heat of her breath as she whispered the words. "Don't you dare cum slut. You will not only get spanked again, but I understand Darla can be quite vicious."

"Please stop then ... Courtney... please." I whimpered.

"We called you a whore and a cunt and a slut and other things. Does that turn you on Carrie? Is it that you want to be those things or that you just like being called them?"

I whimpered louder. "Oh God please Courtney... Please stop, I need to cum so bad. Let me eat your pussy, please, anything, please stop."

She kept going, fingering me faster and faster. She pinched and tugged and pulled my nipple. She sucked my ear lobe and I was right there. I was about to go over the edge and she yanked her hands away. "Whew, that was close huh?" She watched me panting and let me fall to the floor.

"Cool off, wash your face because it's a mess. Put on some make up, its there" She pointed at a drawer in the sink, "then come out and join us for a snack, you certainly earned it." She laughed softly then left me alone in the bathroom.

I got up and washed my face in the sink. I looked a mess, puffy eyes, runny nose. It was disgusting. I cleaned up for awhile, the cold water helping my face to return from a red mess to nearly regular skin color again. I looked through Courtney's makeup... very expensive stuff, nothing I had ever had. I put on some base and did my eyes and used a bit of lipstick even. It helped cover up the red that was still there. Feeling better, I checked my ass in the mirror. It was very red, but not bruised so it would heal up in no time I figured. At least I hoped.

Looking deeper between the cleft of my ass, I could see my pussy was still puffy and wet. I nearly wept from this realization. Why was I such a slut? 

"Carrie, you've been in there long enough. Come out here now." Courtney said in her soft voice.

I shook my head to clear it a bit and returned to the bedroom. Farin was wiping a tear and Courtney smirked at her. They whispered a few more words back and forth, intentionally below the ability of me to hear. Courtney noticed me, gave a sideways smile, turned and whispered again to Farin and turned her attention fully on me.

"Carrie, crawl for me please." She smiled at me, gesturing towards the floor at her feet. I bit my lip in humiliation and complied, crawling as slowly as possible, drawing out the shame of my act, but delaying whatever she had in mind at the other end. I probably should have just rushed to get through it as quickly as possible. I sat on my heels, with as little direct contact as possible to my sore butt.

I knelt silently at her feet and looked up at her waiting for her next instruction. She took a strawberry from the tray and ate it. Then she looked at me as if an idea had just formed in her head and I cringed. She smiled brightly and laid a towel out right under her feet, pushing me a bit with her foot to make me shuffle backwards to give her room.

"Hungry Carrie?" she popped another strawberry into her mouth. Farin was seated at a chair on the opposite side eating. She was awfully quiet tonight. It struck me as very odd.

"I could eat." I said and my voice surprised me as it came out in a near whisper.




Darla's Games Day 11



"Oh you will, but are you hungry?" Courtney giggled. "It doesn't matter, lie down on your back with your head on this towel."

I backed up and rolled onto my back gently, centering my head on the towel.

"Now, open your mouth wide and keep it open." Courtney instructed. I was already disgusted in anticipation. As I had figured, she popped another strawberry in her mouth and chewed it up. Then she leaned over my face and pushed the chewed up strawberry out with her tongue. Her aim was off and it landed on my forehead.

"Oops." Courtney laughed. I shuddered as the pulpy mess slid down the side of my head.

"Courtney." Farin spoke up for like the first time since we got up there.

"Farin?" Courtney smiled at her. "You come try it. See if your aim is better than mine."

"You push too far." Farin stated. I had to agree, but I wouldn't stop her regardless.

"I told you what your options were Farin. Not participating after opening your mouth is not one of them. So come and spit food into your girlfriend's mouth. Or go downstairs and visit my mom. Do one or the other now. Hell, you two have swapped a lot more than spit, shouldn't be a big deal."

Farin looked at me and I saw a look of ... pity? Disgust? It was hard to tell, but it wasn't love. "Sorry Carrie, I can't ..." she broke off. "I just can't. I'll be downstairs. Courtney, remember, I don't owe you shit so you best ease up a whole lot on my girlfriend."

Now, when Courtney said the word girlfriend, it was mocking. When Farin said it, it was protective, but with a hint that it was burdensome. I was hurt by both of their inflections. Farin left and Courtney spit food into my open mouth and face and made me scoop up what missed into my mouth and eat it. She fed me a lot this way and my face was an absolute mess when she was done. I cried for the second time after swearing to myself that I would not let this bitch make me cry again. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever gone through and I thought for sure that I would vomit about a dozen times. Somehow I fought my gag reflex and did not.

"This is great Carrie, I get the flavor and you get the calories. We'll have to work them off later." She giggled.

Courtney snapped a few pictures during and after. She taunted me the whole time, laughing and spitting food in my face and mouth. When she was satisfied with her pictures she sent me off to shower and I did so gladly. 

I'm not sure how long I stayed in the water that I made as warm as my ass could handle, which was not very warm at all. When I finally did come out, there was nobody in Courtney's room. I went over and laid on my stomach and got into my homework. I worked without interruption for about an hour I would guess before Courtney and Farin came in.

Farin was kinda pouting. Courtney was smiling. I was quivering in fear.

"Please Courtney, no more today." I begged.

She laughed and closed the door behind her. "How is your homework coming?"

"I'm nearly done, just a few more science questions. Please Courtney?"

"Finish up, I need to get something anyway." She smiled so sweetly.

I went back to my homework and finished the last few problems. It only took a few minutes and I wish I weren't as quick, but it was too late as I closed up my books and put them in my backpack.

"Now, all you have to do is give me .... Hmmm..." She made a dramatic pause with a finger to her lips as if in deep thought. "five orgasms."

I was almost relieved. Rushing her to five orgasms would take a little while, but at least it wasn't humiliating or painful. What the fuck was I thinking? Being forced to give someone I didn't like that much five orgasms with my mouth wasn't humiliating? I was indeed becoming a slut. Deep sigh.

Then, I noticed she had one hand behind her back and I was apprehensive again. "Do you want any Farin?" she giggled to her. Farin bit her lip to stifle a response and shook her head to the negative.

"Okay then. Spread out that towel Carrie right there by the bed again." She waited for me to comply. "Good girl. Now, take this and center it on the towel, pour some lube on it and mount it. I don't really care which hole, but I think you want to preserve your virginity, so probably the back one." She laughed lightly. It was a dildo. It was a pretty decent length dildo, I'd guess around ten inches, but I didn't exactly have a ruler with me. It was very thin though, much much thinner than the plug or the strap on dildos the girls had used on me earlier that day. My asshole was screaming at me that this was a very bad idea after the pummeling it had taken earlier, but what choice did I have?

I looked to her for the referred to lubricant. Courtney smiled. "Use your spit silly slut. Deep throat it, because it is going deep up your ... well, I assume your ass."

I was repulsed, wondering where Courtney got it and where it had last been used. However, I knew I needed a lot of spit on it so I summoned up as much as I could get in my mouth and opened it around the plastic phallus. I didn't do anything vulgar like give it a blowjob, I just opened my mouth and took it to the back until it hit my gag reflex and just held there letting my saliva build, coat and drip down the fake cock.

"More." Courtney whispered into my ear. She had moved beside me and was leaning in to watch. "Take it into your throat for me Carrie." 

I sobbed and pushed down, my gag reflex kicking in but I pressed on until about half of the plastic was past my lips with a couple of inches up into my throat. I held there, my throat trying to repel the intrusion as I fought the need to cough around it. From earlier experience I knew coughing hurt. I pulled back up and coughed and sputtered, thick gooey saliva sliding down in little rivers down the phallus. 

"More." Courtney whispered.

I pushed down again, taking it deeper this time. My throat retracted, which hurt a little, but I got a good six inches past my lips this time before stopping to hold it. The unbending toy in my throat caused my eyes to tear up. It wasn't really crying, small victory.

"Oh Carrie, you wonderful slut." Courtney whispered in an excited voice. "If you take it all the way and kiss the base, I'll let you mount it. Otherwise, we'll keep going."

I choked and coughed up a thick creamy goo of saliva onto the cock. I came up for air, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I don't want to Courtney. Please, I don't think I can."

Courtney kissed my lips and held my cheeks softly. "Do it for me Carrie. You can do it. I know you can. Do it for me baby."

Oh, like that little kiss makes up for the fact that the bitch spit in my mouth. Still, I did want to get this over with as soon as possible. I knelt closer, hoping to be able to provide a straighter line down my throat. I took a deep breath and went down on the plastic prick once again. I opened my throat and went in, my gag reflex burning as it closed around the unyielding plastic. I quickly got past the point where I had just been, I knew it because it felt like new territory in my throat. 

I looked at the floor, there were still a few inches between me and the base of this thing. My eyes were tearing up again and I pushed down again, getting closer. Still two inches and my throat was screaming at me to stop this ridiculous act. I went on... fighting the burning sensation, ignoring my tears, I lunged a little and making all kinds of wretched sounds around it, I finally did it. I took that entire, huge fucking thing down my throat. I made a loud kissing sound and looked through blurred vision to Courtney that she saw that so I wouldn't have to do this again.

She was making a video on her phone. My eyes flung open and I retracted myself from the enormous cock, coughing and hacking up thick saliva all along it. When I got off of it, I looked down, I had streamers of goo hanging between my lip and the phallus. I spit them off and watched as they slid so grotesquely down the length of the plastic dick.

Courtney clapped for me. "Oh Carrie, I can't believe you actually did that. Incredible! You are such a good slut. I mean who but a whore could pull that off? You are truly remarkable my little chochos."

I blushed bright red and bit back tears. I wiped the tears that had formed from all the gagging so I could see clearly again.

"Okay girl, now get your ass on that pole before your lube dries up and you have to deep throat it again." Courtney giggled.

My eyes burned daggers through her chest, but I complied. I tried to get over it by kneeling, but it was simply too long to get the right angle that way. So I stood over it and squatted down. As I said, it wasn't as wide as the many things that had been up my ass that day, so although my asshole had closed up and tried to resist, it really wasn't nearly as painful or difficult to get this thinner piece of plastic inside my ass. It was like as wide as two fingers tight together.

The length was another thing entirely. However, I had no intention of mounting this monster all the way, I slid down until I could shift to my knees. When I was on my knees I adjusted my position to face the couch and waited for Courtney to stop making her fucking videos and sit down.

"Such a natural. You know Carrie, if you let me whore you out to some boys in school, I could pay for the nose job I always wanted and totally let you off the hook. What do you think?" Courtney smiled so sweetly I wanted to rip her fucking teeth out.

"Can we just get this over with please Courtney?" "Ahh so eager to eat my cunt. I'm very glad that you are, don't get me wrong, it's just I really do like you Carrie and I wanted to help you find a way out of your mess with me. But, you are right, we should be together like this for a long time. Maybe we can go to college together and be roommies." She giggled.

I wasn't smiling back at all. She blew me a kiss and pointed at her crotch. I leaned forward. She wasn't helping me at all. I used my teeth to flip her skirt up. Next I had to use my tongue to shift her panties to the side to get at her pussy. She wouldn't even raise her ass to make it easier. She just watched me, panting in anticipation.

Finally, I worked my tongue in enough to move the panty aside and started licking her. Unlike every other time, she began to give me little instructions on what she liked best. Like up and down, not side to side. Extend my tongue more and alternate between just my tongue touching her and my lips making full contact with her ... well... lips.

And when she was panting and close to her first orgasm within about five minutes, she told me to start fucking my dildo. First off, the fucking thing was NOT mine. Anyway, I started, but I was not enthusiastic, I only pushed up and down about an inch or two and maxed out at like 5 inches up my asshole.

I moved up and attacked her clit and she held onto my head for dear life. When she released me, I started back to her pussy again. I knew that overstimulation of the clit was a bad thing for me, so I assumed the same for her, that I would need to let it cool down just a bit between orgasms. 

She made minor adjustments along the way, but soon, she didn't have to guide me or tell me anything and I had her zooming off to her second orgasm. It was in the midst of this, I thought I heard a knock on the door. My eyes shot open, but Courtney kept my head firmly in her pussy and gasped. "Farin, get the door and if it is Maria, let her in, anyone else, tell them we are trying on clothes." It was quite broken up because she was mid-orgasm when it happened.

As she came down from her orgasm, I heard the door open and close and tried to pull my head away to see what was happening, but Courtney would have none of it. "Stay and lick my sweet slut. You have three more to go." I groaned in embarrassment and went back to licking her sweet pussy. Look, she might be harsh, but the girl did have a sweet tasting pussy.

"Ah, la puta sabe como comer un cono ella no senorita Courtney?" Maria's voice jolted me into humiliation. She was watching me fuck myself anally on a dildo while eating Courtney out. I was so embarrassed I stopped fucking myself until Courtney pushed at my shoulders to coerce me to get back to it.

"Ah si Maria, ella es incredible, quiza usted obtendra una oportunidad proxima vez." Courtney replied with a gasping giggle.

Maria laughed. "Cena estara listo en breve, su padre es casa, asi que probablmente deberia resumir esto y conseguir vestidos. Tiene un asiento para la prostitute, a menos que tu quieres que le alimentan hasta aqui en un cuenco de perro."

They both laughed and I kept licking and fucking myself and fighting back the humiliating tears that stung at my eyes. Not again, I told them, not again. The worst thing was, I could pick out a few words, but not follow in the perfectly accented and fast conversation. So, while I had no idea what they were saying in its entirety, I did know that I was incredible, something about her dad, he was probably home now, this bitch maid called me a whore again, and something about her dog. Whatever it was, they thought it was funny.

"Ah no, yo quiero su derecho junto a mi, sentado con papa y mama. Todavia estoy debatiendo sobre si quiero decirles que ella rompio mi nariz. Pero, tipo de inclinarse para no decirles, que no se como podria manejarlo. Probabalemente llaman al abogado. Ustedes saben como..." Courtney started breathing really hard again and I attacked her clit once more.

"Oh mi Dios!... papa es... si ah puta chupar mi cono que putear." She said to me as she came all over my face a third time.

I sucked hard, making this orgasm last a while before returning to licking again. Her juices absolutely coated my face.

"Vale, bien unos diaz minutes, no llegar tarde. Sera ella vestirse para la cena?" Maria chuckled the last part.

"Si Maria, estoy seguro de que encontrara algo adecuado. Dios es esa una guarra de lamiendo chochos poco bueno." Courtney replied, still panting.

Maria answered, "Te gustaria una falda de tenis desde cuando estabas doce?"

They laughed again. "Oh Maria, eres tan puta mal. Esta vez no. Voh... ah joder!... nos vemos abajo...si!...pronto..." Courtney was close again. She grabbed my head "me come usted puta."

And with that Maria watched Courtney enjoy her fourth orgasm and left, closing the door behind her. As I returned a final time to licking her labia, she was panting hard and asked, "How much of that did you understand Carrie?"

I stopped licking long enough to answer "very little." And went back to trying to get the last orgasm done as quickly as possible. 

"We will have to work on your Spanish. Really, you need to apply yourself better to your studies... oh yes you wonderful lesbian slut, you are so talented." She was already approaching yet another orgasm. "I want more up your ass whore. Move further down on that stick." She leaned over and smacked my ass for emphasis.

I pushed down to take another inch and grunted for my efforts. 

"Farin, go in my left closet and get a skirt and top for Carrie to wear to dinner. You called her mom already?" Courtney asked.

"Yes, but she expects her home by 8 on a school night, so I think you should take her home after dinner." Farin said as she went to the closet. "Darla will pick me up from Carrie's house so you won't have to drive me home." She said over her shoulder as she picked out an outfit from the directed closet.

The fact that they were having a conversation over me while I fucked my own ass and ate her pussy was not entirely lost on me. Unfortunately, my perversion was in full swing and everything Courtney did seemed to build and build on my decrepit desire to be humiliated. I could actually feel juice oozing from my pussy and it disgusted me.

"Okay slut, last one..." Courtney panted. "Make it good baby." And she grabbed my head and yanked it to her clit. She held my head there with one hand while pushing my shoulder downward with her other hand, causing me to take another inch or two up my asshole. It didn't really hurt so much as feel extremely uncomfortable.

She came a long time and held my mouth working her clit the entirety of her orgasm. I didn't really care, I was just glad it was over finally. She released her grip on me and I came up for air, taking in a deep breath that was desperately needed.

"God I wish I could move you into my house Carrie. Imagine waking up to that every morning and going to sleep to it at night!" She turned to Farin. "I'd offer you a turn, but really, we need to get her and I cleaned up so we don't look like we have just been fucking in my room." Then back to me. "You can stop fucking yourself slut." She giggled. "And Carrie... I am so glad you joined the team! Now go clean your face up and put on some makeup and get dressed. Take the dildo with you and wash it in the sink. I need to wash up my pussy so it doesn't smell when we go downstairs. We have like five minutes so let's move quickly."

We hurriedly washed what needed washing and covered up what needed covering up. The skirt wasn't bad, Courtney dressed like a sexy princess, not a whore, so the clothes were tasteful, though I would have loved to have a bra to hold down my nipples. The skirt was form fitting but came down to my knees, which was a very nice change. The top was a polo shirt, which did little to hide the excited state of my nipples. On a hunch I peeked in the medicine cabinet and found a couple of bandaids to hold them down at least a little. Courtney saw me and smiled, but didn't say anything.

As the three of us gathered at the door to exit her room, she kissed my cheek. "I know you love this Carrie, you can deny it if you like, but your body tells me the truth. If you like pain, I'd do that to you, if you like none of them, I'd just have you lick my cunt all night and your tongue would be ready to fall out by now. So, while it is about me when you are here, or when I get my fingers on your lovely body at school, I am letting you do what you want at the same time. Think about that tonight when you are calmed down a bit. Think about the excitement you felt being naked at school the day you broke my nose. I know you might not believe it, but I do find you very attractive. If I was a total dyke, I'd fight Farin for you. But, I'm just a control freak bisexual, spoiled bitch, so you get what you get with me." She giggled and kissed my lips softly. We went downstairs and I was feeling more uncertain than ever.

Did I mention that Courtney had like a mansion for a house? Well, she did. Her dining room is like as big as the entire downstairs of my mom's townhouse. I swear you could seat like a hundred people in there. And her kitchen... if you liked to cook, you would have an orgasm at the entryway. It was apparently made with the idea that they might one day open a restaurant in the dining room. Ovens upon ovens, eight in total. Three ranges with microwaves for the exhaust. Wine chillers, a walk in pantry as big as my bedroom. More stuff that I didn't even know what it was for. Anyway, I was way the hell out of my element in this house. 

As I entered the dining room, behind Courtney, I was standing with my mouth open until I caught a sight of her Mom with a rather indignant smirk, but hey, she was right, I was totally impressed with her digs. The table that was in the center of the room was this really rich colored wood, mahogany if I had to guess. There was a chandelier that shone like diamonds over the center of it. It seated twelve, five to a side and one at either end. 

Courtney's dad was dressed in a very nice suit and sat at the head of the table, her mom was sitting opposite him in a casual, but way-the-hell-out-of-my-price-range knee length dress. Her brother... oh I flushed dark red when he looked at me with a big shit eating grin on his face... I looked away abruptly, hoping my embarrassment wasn't obvious to Courtney's parents.




Darla's Games Day 11



Courtney sat on the opposite side from her brother, in the centermost of the five chairs on that side. Farin moved to the seat on her left and I sat to her right. As I sat, Courtney's father greeted me.

"Welcome to our home, I'm David and I presume you have met my wife Janet." His voice wasn't snobby like I'd expected... you know, I was thinking I'd hear a voice like the typical rich guy in a sitcom.

"Hi, I'm Carrie. You have a great home." Okay so I sounded about as dirt-under-his-shoe as I'm sure he thought I was.

"Thank you, how do you know my Court?" he replied and I noticed Courtney smirk out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh." I blushed, "I'm on the cheerleading squad with her ... at ... from school." Come on Carrie, get it together girl, you are stumbling like you have something to hide. 'oh, I'm the girl who broke her nose last week. I was just upstairs eating her pussy while fucking my ass on her dildo. Oh, and did I mention your maid just spanked me?'

"Oh, I know her much better than that Daddy." Courtney smiled at me. "I've known her casually for the last three years of high school, but we just really got to be close this year."

I blushed bright red. 

"That's nice kitten, great to see you making new friends. So what have you ladies been up to?" 

'Oh, not much, flashing your son, eating your daughter's pussy, stuff like that.'

"Homework." Good. Simple. Non-invitational for further pursuit of the question.

Maria was busily walking around the table setting out bowls of soup as we chatted. I was particularly impressed with the Diet Dr. P at my setting. I wondered how they knew.

"How did the Burton case go today dear?" Yeah for Courtney's mom taking the conversation off of me.

And so it went... Very conversational family at dinner time. My mom and I would be lucky to have dinner together, especially lately. The soup was fabulous of course. I thought it was a bit light for dinner, but would soon find that it was just a first course. Yeah, I was in way over my head here. Why didn't Courtney go to private school? 

"So guess who you are going to see Thursday princess?" Courtney's father asked, it seemed by the inflection she should know the answer. That was doubled when Courtney's face lit up. "Really Daddy!?"

"Yeah it's all set up. You can decide whatever you want."

"Can I get a tattoo?" Courtney giggled.

"No!" Her mom and dad answered in unison. All three laughed and I couldn't help but laugh a little too though I had no idea yet where she was going Thursday.

As the salmon with rice and vegetables was placed before me, the conversation had moved to Farin, then school, then back to me. I tried to shovel a bite into my mouth, even though I was barely hungry after eating from Courtney earlier, but I wasn't fast enough anyway. So, as my dinner got quite cool, I filled them in on me, my family, my scholastic performance and finally my goals for after school next June. 

I was surprised to find that I hadn't really thought things through as much as I should have by now. Courtney seemed to know exactly what school she was going to attend, her major, minor, she practically knew what classes she was going to take her first year.

I just stammered out a rough plan to apply to in state colleges and take lots of art classes and hopefully some writing courses as well. All this inspired Courtney's family to push other avenues that I should consider, like computer graphics and advertising. In fact, Courtney's dad had a good friend in a large local marketing firm that he was certain he could get me in for an internship or first job.

"Well Dad," Courtney broke in. "As much as I'd love to find out who you plan to marry her off to, we do have some homework to attend."

I was startled a bit, but thankful for the exit opportunity. I politely excused myself and thanked them for a lovely dinner and avoided eye contact with Maria. I followed behind Courtney and Farin and we were soon upstairs in Courtney's room. 

"Well, Farin, you want her services while we finish our homework?" Courtney asked when the door was closed.

"Court, can we just give her a break please?" Farin plead.

Courtney looked disappointed at Farin. "Fine, but just remember I gave you the option and you turned it down."

"Whatever," Farin rifled through her book bag. "Biology?" She pulled out the familiar, boring book and slammed it onto the desk. 

"Sure, and I know where we can get a model if we need one." Courtney giggled.

I rolled my eyes and lay down with the intention of catching a short nap while they finished their homework. 

"Carrie?" Courtney's voice interrupted.

"Yes?" I opened my eyes and tried to control the temper in my voice.

"Do be a love and go downstairs and ask Maria for three bottles of water."

I fumed but got up and left for the kitchen. When I arrived, I saw Maria busily cleaning up the dishes. She saw me and gave me an evil smile. 

"Um, can I get three bottles of water please?" I asked her and felt so demeaned before a freaking maid that it probably ruined my confidence for the rest of my life... only time will tell.

She nodded to the refrigerator and I was glad she spoke some English as I opened the door and took out three bottles, holding two against my chest with my left arm and one in my right hand as I closed the door. But as I turned, she was right there in front of me, smiling at me.

She took me by the wrist of the hand with one bottle and led me out to the back door and outside of the house. I let myself be dragged along because I figured it was what Courtney had instructed her to do. And across one of the greenest lawns I have ever seen, she led me to a rather large tool shed. I followed her inside, wondering what the hell she was on about, when she closed the door behind us.

She smiled at me, lifted her skirt, dropped her black silk panties and told me why I was there. I can't say I was terribly surprised, but I wept the whole time I undertook the task of eating out Courtney's maid. There are no particular details of that act that make it worthy of reliving. She muttered in Spanish. I sucked and tongued and did what I did for Courtney and then Maria, the maid, came on my face.

All women taste different I think. Maybe it is just me, but it seems there is some of their personality imbedded in their orgasm. Maria was a very pungent smelling and tasting woman and I did not enjoy her taste at all. I cleaned up and she laughed at me and we left together to the house.

As soon as she let me go at the back door, I headed for Courtney's room as fast as I could go without running. I opened the door to see Farin and Courtney studying and they looked up at me. "What the hell took so long?" Courtney laughed.

I blushed and handed her a bottle, not wishing to talk about it at all.

"God Carrie what is that smell?" Courtney stood up and smelled my face. "You stupid bitch Carrie. You ate the maid out didn't you?" She laughed. "Wow, you really are a slut. Why the hell would you not say no to the maid Carrie? It's the MAID!"

"Fuck you Courtney, you know you set this up. Enough alright? You've brought me down to nothing, you win... whatever, just don't keep rubbing it in." I said louder than I had intended.

She stepped back and looked at me and frowned. "I did not set that up Carrie. What would be in that for me? If I wanted you to eat out the maid's pussy, I'd want to be there to watch it happen. She did that quite on her own. But now what is done is done. Still, you are mine when you are here and nobody else will take liberties with my property without my express permission." She started to look a bit angry.

"Go wash your fucking face Carrie. And you will NEVER eat that bitch Maria out again unless I tell you to do it. You got that?" Courtney was quite angry and she turned and walked out of the door slamming it behind her. Farin looked up at me and sighed. "She really didn't have anything to do with it, at least she didn't say anything to me."

I wept again and fell to the floor. "I need out Farin. You have to help me. They are making me into this... thing.. it isn't me..." I blubbered.

"Oh shut up Carrie. All you do is cry anymore." Farin said and it really surprised me enough to stop me in my tracks. "Nobody made you do that Carrie, you ate her fucking Venezuelan maid. I get Courtney, you feel guilty and hopefully you'll get over that soon. I get Darla and her group. What I fail to understand is how the hell you could go down on Courtney's fucking maid. Why?" There was a great deal of anger there and it took me completely off balance.

"I don't know Farin." I choked back my tears. "I really thought Courtney had set it up."

"So, maybe next week Courtney tells you to go in the locker room during basketball practice and you go down on the entire squad? Seriously?" Farin replied sharply.

"You are making this so difficult Carrie. Don't you want to just be with me?" She asked, almost pleaded.

And there it was. She thought I would rather lick a hundred pussies than just hers. She was making my depravation about her again. She didn't get it at all.

"Maybe we should stop for now Farin." I offered. "This is obviously too much for you to deal with and to be honest, I can't see how you would want me when I have this to deal with anyway." I gulped.

She glared at me. "Fuck you Carrie." And she came up to me and kisses my cunt smelling face. And I kissed her back, passionately, not like the whorish kisses I was required to give, but with true passion and fire. 

And soon clothes were being pulled off and our hands were everywhere. And we kissed and fell naked onto Courtney's bed and my fingers were in her and hers in me and she was cumming and I was going to cum with her and SMACK!!!!! I was slapped in the face so hard it dazed me for a moment.

Tears in my eyes and stars floating around my head I looked at her as she writhed in orgasm. She finally came down and kissed me again and I returned the kiss and we started going at it hot and heavy again and fingers dipped inside each other's honey pots and I was racing to the orgasm denied me for far too long and SMACKKK!!!! She slapped me again hard.

I rolled away, holding my stinging cheek. "Damn Farin, why did you do that?"

She rolled with me and kissed me. "To keep you from cumming of course. You don't want Darla mad at you again, neither do I." She said. "So... this is your solution? To slap the shit out of me? Forget it!" I yelled at her.

"Sorry," Farin smiled at me, "I guess that was a pretty stupid idea."

I looked at her, and it dawned on me that she really thought that was a good plan. I rolled my eyes and laughed a little and soon we were hugging and kissing again... but I pushed her hand away from my pussy. I did not want to be slapped anymore.

It was about the third orgasm for Farin and a great deal of frustration for me, when Courtney finally returned and looked up, and just watched us until we stopped and feeling suddenly uncomfortable, disentangled and started getting dressed.

"Don't stop on my account." Courtney smiled. "But, just as well, you two need to go. Becca is going to give you a ride home."

Perfect ending to the day, riding home with that bitch. I held my tongue though and dressed in Courtney's clothes. "Court, you mind if I wash these and bring them to you at school?"

She smiled that insidious smile of hers. "Why do you think I would want you to wash them?" She licked her lip. I rolled my eyes. She started laughing. "You better wash them! Or I'll let the whole senior class smell your cunt funk." She laughed and I smiled and Farin even giggled. And we parted on decent terms I suppose.

Not long after cleaning up a bit, including washing my hands and face for about the tenth time since getting to Courtney's house, we met Rebecca in the drive and Courtney handed her a twenty dollar bill for gas. Last thing I wanted was to be in this car with Rebecca, but my choices were none. I climbed into the back and when Rebecca said to Farin, "No fucking way, I am not a chauffer and I do not want either of your pussies on my seats and smelling up my car." Farin reluctantly sat in front.

"So." Rebecca started in as soon as we pulled out of Courtney's drive. "How in the hell are you ever going to get your life back Carrie? Between me and Courtney and I guess Farin, I hope you have plans to leave the state at the end of the school year, I know I would if I was in your shoes, but then again, I would never be in your shoes." She laughed, her eyes bearing into me through the rear view mirror.

I knew she was just trying to get a rise out of me as always. Or maybe she really wanted to just press it that she had control over me. Either way, I sat back and bit my tongue for the ride home. She kept at it for awhile, and eventually just turned to Farin, who hadn't stopped trying to get her to lay off of me from the moment we got in the car.

"So, tomorrow Farin..." she began and I listened but pretended not to. "I was thinking another ass fucking party but this time, I want to invite some of her friends. You know the friends she had before she became such a slut. Think we could pull it off? Think we could get them to come?" Whether Farin caught my aghast expression or not, I do not know, but she spoke up for me nonetheless. "Enough Becka, that is not going to happen. Too many people know as it is."

Rebecca glared at her. "We'll see." She smirked.

I pretty much blocked out the rest of their back and forth for the ride home. When we finally did arrive at my house, I gave Farin a kiss goodbye over the seat and Rebecca scoffed. 

As I went inside the house, I maintained a distance from my mom to excuse myself to shower after my sweaty work out. I could smell the pussy all over me, mine, Farin's, Courtney's and the maid's. I took a long and very hot shower and slipped into some comfortable PJs. I ran a load of wash including Courtney's clothes, watched some television with my mom and headed up to bed.

There was a message from Darla on my computer when I got upstairs and naked, and as much as I wanted to ignore it, I knew they were watching. Or could be. I'm sure they had better things to do than watch the screen constantly to see when I got into my room.

It read, Good job today slut. Tomorrow you will wear the green flared mini skirt and beige tank top. Wear a jacket to get out of the house. I will pick you up and give you a ride to school.

Darla

A jacket to get out of the house? The implications of showing off my nipples all day was exhausting to contemplate so it took a bit of time, even as exhausted as I was, to fall asleep.



Darla's Games Day 12



I woke that morning with my alarm, did my normal rituals and dressed as was prescribed. It was Tuesday. I thought about that for a moment. How long had it been? Ten Days? Could that be right? Of the sixty days I originally owed, there were only thirty-two left, ten from the passage of time and another eighteen from winning bets. I needed to get Darla to bet me more days or I wasn't sure I could keep my sanity in tact. Then again, at the rate I was going, it could potentially be over in less than two weeks and that was something to look forward to.

My ass felt sore. The anal gang bang had been painful at the time, but if anything, it hurt worse now that the muscles were trying to recover. Even the task of putting the small enema tube in my ass made me slightly cringe at the tenderness back there. I continued with my daily rituals, rubbing myself nearly off five times, writing Darla's name and adding the nipple bands.

I was miserable, but I dressed as prescribed by Darla the night before. The tank top was as dreadful as I feared it would be. With the rubber bands, my nipples were sure to poke obscenely through the ribbed material all day. I was so horny from my five near orgasms today that I probably didn't need the bands anyway. I looked in the mirror and contemplated my life, a life that had a severe two months traded away in a stacked bet enabled by a fifty dollar bet between Darla and Jill.

Jill. Beautiful Jill. Amazing Jill. Jill, who I thought so many times I would love to have sex with, but who betrayed me in such a vulgar manner. Jill, who makes me feel so worthless, so meaningless, so beneath my previously self-acknowledged value. Jill, who at other times, made me feel so valuable, so incredible. 

The players in my life were rolling through my mind. Darla, Julie, Farin, Courtney, Rebecca, they all hated me for various reasons. Two weeks ago, the only one that would have even crossed my mind would have been Jules. And, to be honest, Farin loved me. Her hate was more at having to share me, of having to be there, to see me used like a ... like what? A whore? A pet? A meaningless, purposeless piece of an insane game.

And thus, as I pulled a light jacket on over my disgustingly exposed body, I descended the steps to breakfast, my last moments before another day of hell at school. The threat, or perhaps promise, had been made that I was to entertain the cheerleaders at lunch again. I wondered, how long would this go on? At what point would they realize I had not been to a single gathering of the special lunches and then further come to the realization that I was actually the one in the gimp suit? What then? Would I become the subservient full time pussy licker of the entire squad? 

This had to end. I truly needed to get my life back, but even when I did, how was I going to reestablish myself. So much had been lost already. Julie would keep on her track, becoming a cheerleader and after football season, I would be leaving the squad and going back to the anti-cheerleader. I would have to reconcile my detest of the squad at some point. Surely these gang bangs were not enduring them to me in the least. Julie had even become one of the most active participants. I still had suspended belief that she could be so mean.

Then there were Rebecca and Courtney. Rebecca flat out hated me, I always knew this. She was never going to be a friend of mine either. She had those damning pictures and could easily convince not only the cheerleading squad, but thereafter, a good portion of the school that I was some kind of lesbian slut. And, I owed her those favors, favors offered to buy Julie and Farin their continued places on the squad and in the superior social circle that Farin was accustomed to and Julie was loving.

Courtney seemed to enjoy risking my discovery while wanting to conceal it at the same time so she could continue to play with me. Of all my torturers, Courtney, while being so devastating last night, was the one who was pretty much consistent in her desire to be eaten out. Perhaps if I took some initiative with her she might not repeat those spanking sessions. Although, I think she just enjoyed the power more than anything, she certainly alluded to that last night.

"Good morning Carrie." My mother's voice interrupted my thoughts as I took the last step. She looked so happy, so I returned the smile, summoning up a pleasant thought of the end of this bet as my motivation.

"Morning Mom." I made myself a bowl of Shredded Wheat and enjoyed a cup of coffee while relaying a rated G version of my joy at being a part of the cheerleading squad to my overjoyed mother. The bright side was, she was extraordinarily accommodating of my evenings after school and weekends and the changes that this was bringing to my time spent at home.

It was finally time to go and I went out to the bus stop and to my surprise Julie was there as well. She looked at my short skirt and just shook her head. But she smiled. "You certainly are going out of your way to get attention these days." 

I fought back the urge to tell her why and forced a laugh. "Isn't this typical cheerleader dress?" I quipped.

She looked down at her own modest skirt that came a few inches from her knee and the tasteful cami and tank ensemble that covered her chest with the obvious addition of a bra that I longed for over my own cami-less, bra-less breasts. "No, that is slut dress." She laughed, and I was so happy with the returning comradary that I laughed with her.

The laugher died uncomfortably into an extended silence and I looked into her eyes and saw the apology before it left her lips. I didn't want to have this reconciliation here, seconds before the bus arrived, so I postponed it by changing the subject quickly. "So did you get lucky Friday night?" 

She gave me a grin, and it was as if the other day never happened, as if we had never had a fight. "Chad was incredible. But no, not yet." She frowned for a moment, and I knew why when she returned to me, "How about you?"

There was almost no judgment in the question, almost. But the hint of disapproval was on her tongue and I wasn't sure I wanted to share my evening with Farin. I smiled as demurely as possible while I am sure I blushed a little. "Oh look, here comes the bus." I laughed.

"No way!" Julie laughed. "Spill it."

But the bus was pulling up even as she said that and there was no time. "I'll tell you later." I smiled. And she looked almost happy for me, almost.

"Anyway, you have to join us for lunch today." Julie whispered as we got onto the bus and bid an insincere hello to those we knew. "It will be hilarious. I can't believe you missed the first two times."

I swallowed hard, glad she couldn't see my face for fear it would give me away. I braced myself, trying to remove all expression from my face before we sat down. When I finally did sink into my seat, I was out of breath from thinking how to preliminarily excuse myself. As Julie plopped down next to me, she looked expectantly and I had to tear my eyes away from hers for a moment to come up with a plausible excuse.

"I can't." I started and turned back to face her, seeing her eyes instantly betray her disappointment and a bit of anger coming to the surface in the features on her face. "It's Rebecca." I threw out in an exaggerated tone of exasperation. "She is making me diet and work out at lunch to stay on the team." That had enough truth in it that I could maintain a convincing face.

"That bitch!" Julie said a little too loud and gained the unwanted attention of too many of those in the immediate vicinity. She noticed the interest and shifted her voice to a whisper. "You are not fat Carrie. I am so tired of this shit. I'm going to talk to her. She is just fucking with you because of Brad and she is with him, so what is her problem?"

The question was rhetorical even though I could have answered it in with a one thousand word essay and still had more to write. "Maybe I should just quit." I muttered. I wondered if that was even an option.

"No. You are going to stick it out." She whispered angrily. "And you will be with us from now on. I'll see to that!"

She took me a bit by surprise. I wasn't expecting such a strong reaction and when she whipped out her cell phone and started texting, I groaned inwardly as I pondered the trouble I may have just created with my lie. Julie was texting furiously back and forth and looked angry at her screen and texted some more. Back and forth went the texts and I couldn't see what she was typing because of the angle, but I got the distinct impression that she was not getting the response she wanted. 

"Well," Julie looked at me frustrated, "I'm not giving up." 

I sighed, the implications being that I was indeed going to hear about, if not feel the repercussions of Julie's intervention on my behalf. "It's okay Jules. It's not a big deal."

She glared at me. "What the hell is going on Carrie? This is so unlike you. You haven't been yourself since that night you went out with that boy. You are suddenly a..." She let that statement hang and looked around at those pretending not to be eavesdropping on our conversation. "Anyway, you have not been the Carrie I have known practically my whole life. When are you going to tell me what is happening?" 

She was frustrated. I couldn't blame her. She was my best friend in the world and I had a huge secret from her. How could I tell her? There was no way I could. "I can't go into it right now." I muttered.

"Fine, my house after practice tonight." She stated, as if there was no way I could back out.

"Sure." I smiled. I had no idea what I was going to tell her when I got there, but I had all day to figure it out.

We were pulling into the school parking lot at that point, so I got a reprieve from more potentially dangerous conversation. 

"I am going to go talk to Rebecca." Julie told me as she got up from her seat and exited the bus.

I followed close behind, fully intending to be there to back her up or back Rebecca up depending upon the direction of the conversation. I never got the opportunity, however, as I was instantly flagged down by Farin with a worried expression on her face. Julie saw her waving me down and looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to make a choice between Farin and her. 

Things were correcting themselves right now and I felt like it was worth the trouble so I held up a finger to indicate I would be with her in a minute and Julie smiled as I strode across the entry way to the school with her towards Rebecca. Farin looked jealous, but I'd have to deal with her later, I was sure she would understand.

Rebecca was on her cell phone talking when we approached and seeing us, she seemed to hastily get off the phone and smile. I didn't trust her at all. When we got within distance for normal conversation, Julie started in on her.

"Look!" she started angrily, "I know you still blame Carrie for what happened in 9th grade, but it was Brad who broke up with you, and then went back to you. Obviously, you were always the right choice for him and he proved that. So get over it!" The people within hearing range suddenly perked up their eavesdropping abilities, pretending to be engaged in hushed conversations, while eagerly stealing glances in our direction and perking up their ears to hear this confrontation.

Rebecca frowned angrily, then returned her face to a neutral expression before replying, "You're right of course."

Julie's wind instantly changed, deflating her from her tirade. "What?"

"You are right." Rebecca turned to me and actually looked sincere though I didn't believe it for a minute. "Carrie, even though I wasn't completely on board with you joining the squad, you are one of us now and I shouldn't be holding what happened with Brad against you. I'm sorry. You can join us for lunch today." She smiled.

I had no idea what to say. First of all, how the hell was this going to be possible? There was no way I could be with them and their victim at the same time. I guess she noticed the confusion on my face as she smirked at me briefly.

"Well, that's settled then." Julie smiled at me. Turning to Rebecca, "Thanks Bec".

"Yeah, umm, thanks Rebecca." I offered weakly and turned to see Farin, but Julie quickly grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the school. 

I began to feel the dread coming on as my phone buzzed. "This is going to be so awesome!" Julie exclaimed. "I can't wait to see you with her!" She paused as I looked at Darla's name on the phone and hesitated to answer it. "Aren't you going to get that?"

"Umm. Yeah." I lifted the phone to my ear and braced for he worst.

"I am talking softly because I know Julie is right next to you little girl." Came the icy voice that filled my heart with dread. "I don't know what you said on the bus, but you have complicated things tremendously. Still, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm sure you are confused right now and maybe feeling a little elated at being off the hook. Just think about who is going to take your place in that suit today and the vengeance they are going to claim on your ass later. Did you do your morning rituals?"

"Yes." I replied and my heart sunk. Someone else was going to be in that suit today. Someone else was going to take my place and I was going to do things to them when it should be me suffering. I would rather it just be me taking the torture than dealing with the guilt of having someone else take it for me.

"Good. Farin is pissed at you, but I understand. I had hoped we could put this off for a bit longer, but Julie was going to get suspicious eventually. Just go along with it and do what you are expected to do. Do not bother going light on her, because I can guarantee she will not go light on you. Enjoy your day." She laughed softly and hung up the phone.

I tried to process what was going to happen, but still couldn't completely come to grips with it. Someone was going to take my place apparently and then they were going to take it out on me later. I got that part. But, who in their right mind would do such a thing? Besides, if they didn't have a similar height and weight to me, this was going to be very unconvincing and I couldn't really think of anyone off the top of my head. 

I finished the walk into Miss Galler's class with Julie and we took our respective seats. I glanced over at Sarah, Gina, Cat and Jen and smiled, but only Sarah smiled back. I knew I deserved it, having basically shut them out over the past week and a half, but I really did want to get back in their good graces. Julie, on the other hand, was on cloud nine, feeling a victory at getting me invited to the lunch party.

The bell rang and class started and we all settled down for the lesson. Julie was looking so pleased with herself that I had to smile even though I was not looking forward to this lunch expedition in the least. I just couldn't get it out of my mind wondering who would put themselves through this torture. My mind wandered as I felt my phone vibrate. I glanced up to make sure Miss Galler wouldn't see me pull it out to look at it and I flipped it open in my lap. 

There was a text from Farin. 'Thanks for blowing me off this morning, I can tell you really do appreciate me.'

Great, now I had a pissed off girlfriend. I laughed a little at how odd that sounded. 'It was unavoidable, you know that. Stop pretending to be mad. See you next period. XO' I sent back, hoping it would be enough.

'Don't condescend me. I'm tired of being a secret. I'm tired of being second.' Farin texted back.

'You said you could do this. I'm not ready. Please Farin.'

'I love you Carrie, can you just say it to me one time in front of someone, in front of anyone?' She replied.

'I love you Farin.' I texted back.

'When it is convenient.' Came the response.

I put my phone away. This was going nowhere and it was a conversation better suited for being face to face. I couldn't understand why she needed me to 'come out' so much. Class ended and I said my goodbyes on the way to the hall as Julie headed for her college level math. I tried to get a word in with Sarah and the others, but they ignored me.

Rebecca looked cheerful as ever as I walked into math. I reluctantly slumped into the seat next to her and awaited Farin, hoping to get things straight between us. Just before the bell rang, Farin came in, as if she had timed it that way. She glared at me and then sat next to me and looked pointedly at our boring math teacher.

"Domestic squabble?" Rebecca whispered loud enough for Farin to almost turn to her in response, but then just returned her gaze to the teacher. Rebecca just giggled.

I reached over to take Farin's hand, but she pulled it away. Why was she acting like this? Why today? I guess the hurt and confusion showed on my face, because Rebecca picked up on it immediately and smirked at me.

I had resolved to sit through the boring class and ignore them both, when the teacher turned to work out a problem on the chalk board and I heard rustling to my right. I looked over to see Rebecca and Courtney switching seats. Courtney, her still slightly blackened eyes covered in thick make-up, her nose bandaged, smiled starting right into my eyes. She sat down like she had before, with her body facing the front and her legs twisted to the side and she took my right hand and placed it on her inner, upper thigh.

I looked away, over to Farin. She had seen the movements and looked at me with an angry expression. I whispered to her, "What do you want me to do?" She turned away and stared at the teacher again, refusing to acknowledge my question.

Courtney's hand on my wrist became more insistent and she moved my hand deeper between her thighs. I exhaled loudly and began to manipulate my fingers into her panties. She was already wet in anticipation and I slid a finger easily into her pussy. With my middle finger sliding deep inside her, I used my thumb to slide up and down her slit, bumping over her clit. She tensed slightly at his touch of her most sensitive part.

I never looked at her again, I just stared at my books while I played with her pussy during class. Well, that isn't entirely true, I looked around the classroom to make sure we weren't being watched. Rebecca had her usually look of disdain for me, but she wasn't really that interested. She wasn't watching me masturbate her friend.

I caught Courtney's eye briefly, her smug smile glancing at me, then back to the teacher as he droned on about fractional division. I tried to pay attention as well while my fingers continued to play with her folds. I used my other fingers to toy with the petals of her sex. I softly slid them up and down as I slowly withdrew my middle finger to the last knuckle before slowly sliding it back in again. I let my thumb continue its own exploratory ride up and down her slick inner folds, pointedly brushing against her exposed clitoris again and again. I was being intentionally slow and I guess Courtney liked it because she never made any effort to rush my manipulations of her pussy. I could smell her arousal and hoped that it wouldn't attract unwanted attention to my actions. The teacher began to put problems on the blackboard and while the rest of the class worked them on their own paper, I pretended to do so with my left hand since I am right handed and my right hand was otherwise occupied.

As the minutes ticked by and I continued to play with Courtney, I found I had lost myself in exploring her. There was something exciting about it, at least to my own sex, which was beginning to make secretions of its own as I continued my play with Courtney. Not that I hadn't found my way around a vagina very well in the past ten days, having masturbated at least five times daily. According to my own quick math skills, I bit my lip to think I had masturbated my own sex over fifty times in just ten days. 




Darla's Games Day 12



The thing that started to enthrall me, to excite me a little, was how normal this was feeling at the moment. Here I was in a class room full of fellow students and I was fingering someone else as if it were acceptable behavior. This assaulted my sense of morality, but at the same time, made me feel rather sexy. I went with the feeling and just continued in the vaginal exploration of Courtney. 

I could tell everything felt good to her. Well, wouldn't it feel good to anyone? But there were things that made her react in a different way and I took this opportunity to find what I could about her 'buttons'. 

Her clitoris was probably a good bit less sensitive than my own. Of course, I knew first hand that she had orgasmic release several times last night, whereas I had not since Sunday morning. Even so, my clitoris gets very erect and red after a few minutes and becomes almost painful to touch. Hers seemed to welcome such continued stimulation, like it had a much less sensitive reaction. Not that she didn't love the feeling, in contrast, her body moved slightly every time I ran my thumb across that little nub. I figured that if I wanted to make her cum quickly, this might be the way to go. If I applied constant pressure and play to her clit, I could probably have gotten her off much quicker. This thought spurned me into a self-loathing as I pondered why I didn't just do this and get it over with.

Her lips were soft and plump. I took a few moments to leave her clit alone and play solely with her lips and while she didn't jump or shake at this touch, it was clear that she enjoyed it very much though I didn't get the impression she would ever reach a climax from the toying of these lips. I thought about how much fun it could be on my part to just toy with them all period and leave her wanting an orgasm for a change. With a malicious smile, I decided to do just that.

As to the inside of her, my finger fully imbedding inside her hole, I knew she was no virgin, but then again, how many of my classmates were at this age? I was indeed a novice even to masturbation it seemed. As I pushed my middle finger deep inside her, I brushed once upon a tiny bump, which made her buck slightly. This was interesting to me and wanting to see if it was that or something else, I ceased all other manipulation of her cunt to concentrate on this tiny bump inside her. I was very intrigued by this perceived reaction. Sure enough, the next time I swished my finger around deep inside her I found it again and her hips jumped ever so slightly. So, I looked up at her and pushed and rubbed that little bump over and over again and watched the ever flirtatious Courtney's eyes glaze over in lust. Now, this was interesting. I don't think my tongue would ever reach this deep, so this was perhaps unchartered territory, at least for me. The location, if I had to guess, would have lined up with the back of her clitoris, but maybe an inch higher. 

She actually began to roll her hips and I knew I had her. I found the secret to getting Courtney off quick. I didn't know the terminology at the time, but Courtney was definitely a G spot girl. I backed off, preferring to return to my earlier thought of leaving her in need. I left my finger inside her, but kept it clear of that little bump and just played with her petals for the next ten minutes, smiling inwardly.

I was actually ignoring her at this point, as much as I could with a finger in her cunt and my other fingers toying with her lips, when Courtney put a note on my desk. It wasn't even folded and I looked wildly around the room to make sure nobody else had read it before I had folded it tightly in my left hand and tucked it into my notebook. Before I tucked it away, I had shielded the paper and read the words that damned me for my actions.

'This feels so good Carrie, keep this up the rest of class and we are going to the bathroom after the bell so you can finish me off. I guess that is what you really want or you would have just gotten me off with your fingers. Don't change anything for the rest of class. That gives you a good 25 minutes to play sweetly with my pussy. Are you starting to love my pussy? Is that why you have been playing with it so long? Well, I'm glad, because my pussy definitely loves you Carrie. My pussy wants to keep you forever. I was hoping you would fall in love with it.'

I fought back the urge to cry at her interpretation of my actions. I was so angry that she had turned around my plot to backfire on me. So, I would have pussy taste in my mouth all day today. I chastised myself for my stupidity and let my fingers continue to play with her lips.

About five minutes later, as I pointedly ignored Courtney except for my fingers of course, another note appeared on my desk, folded tightly. On the top, it read 'To Farin, For Her Eyes Only'.

I fingered the edge, wanting to "accidentally" sneak a peak at the note when Courtney pinched my forearm hard. I gasped in pain and passed the note dutifully to Farin.

Farin took the note and I looked at her face for some clue as to it's contents. She looked hurt for a moment, then glared at me and let her eyes glide to my hand between Courtney's legs and then away again. She took a piece of paper with a loud rip from her notebook and started writing furiously. I didn't have to wait long to get another note on my desk.

'You are such a slut Carrie. I don't know why I thought we had something special. If this is what you want, to be treated like a common whore, then fine, be a whore Carrie. I will see you in the bathroom after 3rd period so you can lick my cunt too!' I wish I knew what that note to Farin had said. I'm sure it was something along the lines of how I must be enjoying this, but I never found out. 

With about ten minutes of class left, I received two or three sheets of paper folded up together. On top it read 'Carrie, read this at fourth period and not before then'. I tucked the paper into my notebook with my left hand.

Five minutes left and my fingers were saturated with Courtney's juices. She never made any motion to stop me and though I wanted to pack up my bags prematurely, I was stuck still toying with her wide opened pussy. Finally, the bell rang and she pulled her hips back in signal for me to stop. My fingertips were glistening as I pulled them from her skirt.

I was about to wipe my hand on my skirt, when Courtney firmly grabbed my wrist and led my hand towards my mouth. People were turning around now, grabbing their bags and putting their books into them and I panicked. I quickly jolted to my feet and stood in front of Courtney as my fingertips touched my lips. I could see Farin and Rebecca and several of the other cheerleaders had a clear view of me, but it was better than the whole class watching me sucking Courtney's juices off my fingers until she let go of my wrist.

I was wondering if this was crossing the line. This was definitely blatant disregard of my privacy in these matters, which was supposed to be protected. But, I didn't have long to think about that as Courtney got out of her chair and grabbed her own books and started putting them in her bag. "Better hurry," she whispered, "You can't go to your next class until I'm done."

I grabbed my own books and quickly rammed them into my bag and slung it over one shoulder and followed her into the hallway. Outside, everyone was mobbing the halls as usual between classes and as we entered the nearest girl's room, I jumped at the sight of several younger girls joking around in the sink area. I hoped this would deter Courtney, but she just pushed through to one of the stalls and pulled me in behind her.

"Now," she whispered, "sit and finish what you started my sweet pussy licker."

I sat on the toilet and Courtney lifted her skirt and lowered her soaking wet panties, bending all the way down to peel them off her feet. She tucked them into my tank top for safe keeping, and I cringed at the wetness that threatened not only to leave a smell on my breast, but to wetten the thin tank and leave it even more transparent.

There was no reason to wait for a command and I just pushed my face forward and started to eat her dripping pussy. Her juices had already been flowing or over a half hour now, so I quickly found myself gulping down the contents of her cunt. I hated to admit it to myself, and would never share the view with her, but Courtney did have the tastiest juice. 

I moved my tongue inside her folds easily and she pushed forward so my nose was imbedded on her clit. She started sliding her pussy up and down in an arcing motion so that she kind of rode my nose and was definitely getting her juices all over my face. "Do that thing with your finger again slut." She whispered a bit too loud for my comfort. 

I figured it would get her off my face quicker, so I pushed my middle finger deep inside her and quickly found the little bump inside and started rubbing it hard. It definitely worked, as she started moaning way too loudly and bucking her cunt into my face hard. I was panicked, knowing that the other girls had to hear her and suspect what was going on. Courtney grabbed my hair and held my face into her slit as she slammed my face with abandon.

My world was collapsing. Would the underclassmen out there know who I was? I had to hope not. I definitely heard whispering and giggling outside the stall. Courtney was moaning louder now and I held a finger from my other hand to her lips motioning her to quiet down. She ignored me and started grinding her hips in a circle to coat my entire face with her copious juices.

I wanted to cry. But it was too tiring and I had done way too much of it lately. I renewed my efforts to get her off quick. I thrust that finger around and pushed harder on the bump inside her and she let out the most animalistic noise I had ever heard in my life. She came.

Not like the other times. She came hard. She came furiously. She squirted so much I thought she had pissed on me. It was like an explosion of cum shooting into my face with a splash and washing down my body. And it wasn't just once. While they diminished in quantity with each squirt, she shot off five times and I could feel it dripping down my face and neck and even over my breasts and belly. I held on with my finger inside as she held my head to her pussy so hard I thought she was trying to suffocate me or fit my head into her cunt. She just held me there and her body shook so hard she really did hurt my face as she squeezed against it.

The orgasm seemed to last forever. It probably only lasted a minute though. Finally, she let go of my head and fell loudly against the stall door, releasing my finger in the process. I heard muffled laughter outside and then the bell rang and I heard scrambling outside as the girls who had enjoyed the sounds of Courtney's orgasm fled to their classes. No doubt they had a very interesting story to spread to their friends.

I looked at her face and it was the most blissful expression I have ever seen on another human being. She just leaned there against the door, her chest heaving, her eyes barely seeing me but looking right at me. Courtney reached up and held the top of the stall door as if she were going to fall to the floor if she didn't hold on tightly. The bell had rung, we were late and she didn't seem to care.

I stared at her, both of us speechless for awhile. Slowly, her chest ceased its heaving and she caught her breath and regained her focus. She looked at me and smiled drunkenly. "Oh my God Carrie." She said my name and I cringed because she had not whispered. I just hoped the other girls had all left. "That was the best orgasm I have ever had in my life."

She looked at me and her eyes traced down to my tank top. She laughed. "Well, that won't do at all. You are soaked girl." I looked down. I knew I had felt the warm fluid drip onto my breasts, but I had not taken the time to see the damage yet. I was horrified.

I would have been an excellent entry for a wet T-shirt contest. Although it was not white, the tank top was now saturated and transparent. My nipples were clearly visible. It soaked down to my belly, probably lower too, but my skirt didn't show the wetness anywhere near as clearly as the beige tank top. I gasped and put my hands in my head.

Courtney laughed. "I'll get you something. Do you have another shirt?"

"N-no Courtney, just the one in my gym locker."

She laughed again. "Well that is too far away. Take that off and give it to me. I'll dry it in the hand dryer."

I really saw no other solution so I peeled the soaking tank top off my body and handed it to her. Her panties fell out when I did. They landed on the floor with an audible plop.

"Well, I guess I'm going commando the rest of the day too." Courtney laughed. She told me to hand them to her and I did. "Okay, go clean up your face and well, all of you in the sink while I dry these out."

And we exited the stall. I washed my face in the sink. The smell stayed with me long after I was finished washing. I even washed my breasts and belly and dried off with paper towels. Meanwhile, Courtney was holding my tank top in front of the blow dryer on the wall. She kept moving it and restarting it. It took about ten minutes, but she finally did dry it out.

It reeked of her sex, but it was dried into the material now. I pulled it on and looked in the mirror. It was as bad as I remembered, but at least it wasn't completely transparent anymore. I cringed, however, as I noticed the nipple show I had been giving the whole school thus far. "Oh God, I can't do this anymore." I said as I looked at the slut in the mirror.

Courtney appeared in the mirror behind me and wrapped her arms around me from behind. She looked into my eyes in the mirror and smiled. "Yes you can Carrie. You are probably the only person I know who can handle this. And deep down, you love it. I'll show you." She pulled my skirt up and ran her finger up my slit. It came away glistening in the harsh lights of the bathroom. "See?"

I gritted my teeth in embarrassment and blushed brightly. "I hate this."

Courtney laughed. "I know. That is why you love it so much."

"Just please, not at school anymore Courtney. I'll come to your house every day if you want. I can't do this here anymore." I begged her.

"You really don't have a say Carrie. Anyway, no way you are getting away from me now. That was the most incredible orgasm. I've never squirted like that. You are just a natural slut, so good at what you do. I mean it Carrie. I know you hate me now and then. But deep down, you love this, and I absolutely adore having your face in my pussy anytime I want. So, no, I'm not going to stop at school. And your pussy doesn't want me to. And my pussy sure as hell doesn't want you to stop. In fact, she wants to go again right now."

I groaned.

"But, we are already late for class." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "God I smell good on you Carrie!" She laughed.

I gave her a half hearted smile. "Courtney?"

"Yes Carrie?"

"Those other girls. I can't. I can't have this out in the open. Please stop being so risky."

She laughed softly, not cruelly. "Carrie. Shut up and go to class." She turned my head to her and kissed me right on the lips. And not just a peck. And I was lost in it for a moment. And it went on far too long though it was only a few seconds.

"Best sex I ever had. And I've had quite a bit mind you. Enjoy the compliment and get your sweet ass out of here." She slapped my ass.

I looked at her in the mirror. She was smiling. I knew she meant what she said, after all, what would she have to gain by saying it? Still, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never happened and I made my way down the empty hallway to the detention slip that awaited me in Social Studies.

Walking in late not only gained me a detention, but drew all kinds of unwanted attention to my erect nipples poking through the ribbed material of my tank top as I made my way to my seat next to Julie. She gave me a quizzical look and I fell into my seat. "Bathroom." I muttered.

She laughed. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just a wardrobe malfunction."

Julie laughed too loud and garnered Miss Simms' attention. "Would you like to join Miss Fitch in detention today Miss Petri?"

"No thank you Miss Simms." Julie smiled.

"Very good, then I'm sure you'll agree there is nothing humorous about your history book and we are on page 137 ladies." Miss Simms returned to indulging us in more American history.

And I made sure to sit a bit away from Julie so she wouldn't pick up on Courtney's smell imbedded in my shirt.

I expected some acknowledgement from Farin, but I never got any. Even when the bell rang and I stuck with Julie on our way to fourth period, Farin didn't even catch up with us. She just ignored me. She was breaking my heart, truly she was, but I refused to let her know it. Silly girl stuff I suppose, but I was tired of being hurt all the time. Emotionally hurt especially.

And so I sat through my science class while Julie kept whispering to me about next period. Next period was lunch and the unveiling of whatever torture I was supposed to be sitting through when in fact it would be someone else going through it in the gimp suit. I was absolutely not looking forward to it, though I could tell by Julie's excitement that she couldn't wait. I had to wonder where this side of her personality had been all the years I had known her. I would have called anyone a liar to their face and backed it up with my fists if they had told me this about Julie a month ago, but now, having seen her 'mean girl' side first hand, I contemplated how I could know so little about my very best friend.

The bell aroused me from my thoughts and I went to Science with Julie, Farin tagging along behind made no effort to cash in on her promise of another visit to the toilets with her. The next fifty minutes moved far too slowly for me. I just wanted to disappear rather than participate. Was this girl a willing participant or had she been coerced like I had been to play these games? What would be the retaliation? Most importantly, was it anyone I knew?

I totally botched the experiment that Julie and I were working on being so distracted. For her part, Julie was as excited as I was apprehensive. And finally, it was time. The bell rang and we packed our bags and headed to our lockers to store them for lunch period. I felt so hungry all of a sudden, like I would love to skip this to eat. But, I knew this was for my benefit, to help protect my identity, and how could I throw it away like that?

After depositing my bag in my locker I leaned against it far too long and Julie prodded me on. "Trust me." She smiled, "This is going to be fun."

I gave the best smile I could force and we went together to the girl's bathroom on the far side of the school. Outside the door, we were greeted in hushed tones by the rest of the squad, with the exception of Rebecca and Courtney, who were already inside with the panty thief. Of course, I knew that neither I nor the girl inside there had anything at all to do with any missing panties.

Right about the time that the bell rang, we all went inside and Britney hung an 'Out of Order' sign on the door before we closed it and locked it behind us. The 'gimped girl' had not yet exited the stall that I knew too well. So we whispered and giggled and waited. A few long minutes later, the stall door opened and out came a Rebecca, Courtney and my replacement.

"Hey girls." Rebecca chirped, looking at me a little longer than I was comfortable with. "So, we've spanked her and fucked her ass and throat and the little bitch just can't get enough. Part of me wants to really punish her so the slut will stop stealing our panties, but on the other hand, this is a lot of fun."




Darla's Games Day 12



"Carrie, you missed the first couple of times, so why don't you go first." She smiled and I wanted to slap the grin right off her face. I looked at the girl dressed in black leather, her ass pressed out as she knelt there, her hair covered in tape, mouth exposed. She was roughly my height and I guess her ass looked about the same as mine. I exhaled deeply as I pushed myself forward. Nothing clearly identifiable on the ass and lips. If I did not know it wasn't me, I guess I wouldn't know the difference.

Her breasts were not hanging out like mine had been the first two times. I could only assume that something about them would have stood out as different, so they kept them encased in the leather. Courtney was standing to the girl's left, Rebecca to her right and they eyed me up with a smile that seemed to be holding back a flow of cruel laughter.

As I nervously approached, and hoped my reluctance was chalked up to first time jitters to the other girls in attendance, Rebecca handed me a pencil. The confusion must have been obvious on my face as I took the offered writing utensil, noting that it wasn't even sharpened. 

Courtney giggled and Rebecca laughed. "It was your pal Julie's idea. We are going to see how wide we can stretch her ass since she enjoyed the fucking yesterday so much."

I cringed, wondering how this was going to pay me back. I think my hand actually shook a little as I knelt behind the girl. Her anus was closed and I figured it should be lubricated somewhat or this could be painful. Not that these girls seemed concerned about the delivery of pain, but if I could ease the poor girl's discomfort, I wanted to do it. I looked up to Rebecca who was smirking down at me. "Problem?" she asked.

"Umm... yeah." I murmured. "Do you have anything to, you know, lubricate it?"

A good many of the cheerleaders laughed. "Just spit on her ass." Addison laughed.

"It's just a pencil Carrie." Rebecca laughed. "But yeah, there will be a LOT more before we are done." She handed me a bottle of gel with a nozzle on it. I shook visibly as I placed the nozzle to her asshole and pushed in slowly. The girl moaned lightly and everyone laughed. I turned bright red with embarrassment. But thinking about it, I knew this girl needed to shut the fuck up or I'd have to learn to mimic her sounds.

Once the tip of the nozzle had broken through the tight ring of her anus, I squeezed, expelling the lubricating gel into her anal passage and slowly withdrew the bottle until it extracted fully. Gel was on her anus, so I took the eraser end and rubbed it around and added more gel to ease the passage of the first of what I guessed would be many pencils.

I took my pencil and slowly pushed it into her ass. She moaned softly again to the laughter of the rest of the girls. It wasn't difficult. It was after all only a pencil. I pushed until it was half way inside her then stood up and weaved my way into the crowd again.

"Okay," Rebecca smiled. She opened her book bag and stuck it on the sink so we could see dozens of pencils inside. "Make a line and let's see how many this panty sniffing cunt can take."

I fell to the back of the line that formed. Julie joined me back there and was giggling and laughing. We had to keep the noise down, so it was a lot of hushed tones echoing in the bathroom, making it difficult to understand any one sound in particular. Somehow, everything seemed so much clearer when it had been me on the floor.

"Isn't this incredible?" Julie laughed. She was plainly overjoyed to be doing this. I tried my best to look sincere as I smiled back.

The woman in the suit moaned with each added intrusion to her rectal cavity. I shuddered at the thought that I had ever appeared to be such a wanton slut while playing these games. It wasn't too long before it was Julie's turn and she took pleasure in slidng her pencil in the midst of the now ten pencils that protruded from the exposed ass.

I gasped as I had the first second turn as well. I couldn't believe the combined width of these pencils. I guessed that by sliding in one at a time, it eased the entry because I was sure that there was no way I could get anything that wide up my ass. But, the girl moaned again as I added an eleventh pencil to the protrusion and I rejoined Julie in the back of the line.

"I kinda like this stretching idea." Julie smiled as if proud of her idea. "But it isn't quite as thrilling as actually driving a strap on into her ass with my hips." She giggled.

I had to agree, from her point of view. The ass was definitely stretching wider than the dildos from yesterday, but without the thrusting, it was probably a good deal easier to take. 

Rebecca interrupted the whispers and quiet laughter. "If anyone is interested, her mouth is open for a reason." Julie grabbed my arm tightly. "Carrie, you have to try it."

I looked into her eyes. Who was this girl? "I don't know Jules." I whispered, "I'm not really comfortable with that."

The look in her eyes went from wide eyed excitement to disappointment in a flash and I felt like I had just gone back on her cheerleader dreams again. "I..." Julie started and hesitated as if searching for he right words so as to not betray her true opinion. "Yeah, I guess that would be weird." She turned away towards the excitement of our fellow cheerleaders. I felt about two feet tall.

"Well,..." I could do this, if for no other reason to recapture my best friend. Things had been going so good the last couple days. I didn't want to push our progress back. And if baring my pussy and faking an orgasm, faking because I knew I wasn't allowed to cum, would keep me in her good graces, it was a small price to pay. "If you do, I will." I gulped.

She turned back bright eyed again, smiling widely. "Thanks Carrie, I don't want to be the only one." And she stepped towards the other end to be first in line. 

I watched as she pulled her skirt up and slid her panties down and off over her shoes, stepping out of them with such grace, you'd never know it was a difficult thing to balance on one foot. The other girls all giggled at her eagerness and I stepped up behind her to wait my turn.

I couldn't help but to take notice of Julie's ass. It was so gorgeous and firm. I glanced around to see if anyone saw me looking. Sure enough, I made eye contact with Farin and she was looking furious. Nothing new there I guess.

Not only was the gimped girl making all kinds of sloppy slurping sounds with her mouth as Julie held her pussy up to her face, but she through in a grunt now and then to replace the moans from earlier as the pencils continued to be added to her ass. I watched my best friend humping against the face in front of her, no build up, just pure and unadulterated lust being fulfilled at the expense of the 'lesbian fucktoy.'

Pretty soon, I'd guess in about five minutes, Julie came hard on the girl's mouth and rubbed her pussy on the leather to get some of the excess off. I watched in awe. I would eat her. I knew then I would if I had the chance. 

Before Julie completely dismounted, Farin stepped behind me and whispered "Don't forget the tattoos".

She was a life saver, I had forgotten about them and now I had to think of a way not to show my ass or my pubic region while exposing my pussy to the girl on the floor. "Thank you" I whispered, looking Farin in the eyes. I couldn't see the love there anymore and it broke my heart. 

"Fuck you Carrie." She whispered and got back in line with the other cheerleaders to continue the pencil experiment.

I sobbed to myself. I felt so alone, so very alone here in the midst of nine girls who, for the most part, professed themselves my friends. Sure, for everyone but Julie it was just because I was a cheerleader or, in the case of Farin and Courtney, for my tongue, but I should have felt a part of this. Or have never been here at all, which would have been preferable to me.

I had, in the meantime, determined how to perform the upcoming show and, not having any panties on, simply walked up and draped my short skirt over the gimp girl's head. She wasted no time in starting to devour my sex and I wasted no time in skyrocketing towards a much needed orgasm. In record time, I had to start my act or the real thing would take over. I wasn't sure if it was that the girl eating me was that talented, or I was just that long denied and horny, probably a combination of the two, but I was fighting hard not to fuck up and get Darla pissed at me again.

I moaned out loud, trying to replicate my actual orgasmic sounds and grabbed the girls head and actually tried to push some distance between her mouth and my cunt, though I hoped it looked like I was holding her head tight against me under my skirt. I threw my head back for added effect and rolled my hips as if I were rubbing against her face. I then stepped back, being sure to pull my skirt down.

"You nasty ho!" Julie laughed. "You're not wearing any panties!" 

I blushed bright red, but I think I was already pretty red from the near orgasm I just suffered. "It's nice to air out sometimes." I laughed, hoping I sounded sincere.

The other girls mostly laughed along with us and threw a few comments of their own into the mix as Julie added the 20th pencil to the grunting girl's ass.

"Wow!" Julie exclaimed. "Look at this slut!"

I pressed forward with the other girls as Courtney took a turn on the gimp girl's mouth. Her ass was so spread, it looked ready to rip. 

"Come on Carrie. Round Three." Rebecca laughed as I approached and stuck pencil 21 up the poor girl's abused ass.

I was thinking how happy I was that it wasn't me with an asshole stretched that wide as I made my way back next to Julie again. "Damn that girl can eat some pussy though." Julie whispered. "You came in like two minutes!" 

"Yeah, she is pretty good." I agreed. And in spite of my having faked my orgasm, I meant it.

The girl had finished Courtney off and was now working on one of the twins, I had trouble telling them apart to be honest. She grunted louder as another pencil was added and her ass lunged forward. This drove her face into the twin, who moaned excitedly. 

"Add another!" She exclaimed, "That was great!"

Rebecca slapped the girl's bare ass hard enough to send the sound echoing off the walls. "Back in position slut!" She laughed. The gimp girl reluctantly obeyed and soon squealed as another pencil was added, causing her to thrust into the now orgasming twin.

Another slap and she was back in position. Another pencil was pushed in, this one by Karen and she actually struggled to get it in. The girl opened her mouth to beg and whispered, "No more, please no more."

"Oh come on now, it's just a pencil, surely you can take one more." Rebecca taunted. Julie was next and she pushed and shoved to get that next pencil in as the girl wiggled, trying to get away. As hard as Julie pushed, it seemed stuck at the entrance to the girl's ass, there just wasn't room for another one.

SMACK came Rebecca's hand on the bare ass again. "Twenty-Nine is the limit I guess." She laughed and the other girls laughed with her. "Okay girls, get on out and I'll clean her up." The girls all moaned their disapproval and Rebecca said. "Everyone get me another idea by practice tonight." The girls all laughed and started discussing ideas and getting "Ew" or "Yes" or "Great idea!" from the girls closest to them.

Courtney checked the door, the coast clear, we all snuck into the hall to hide out until the bell rang in a few minutes. Julie stuck right with me. "Twenty-nine pencils." She giggled. "That is a lot of Number 2 lead."

I laughed, it was mostly forced, but that was a kind of funny joke. 

"So do you have an idea what you would like to do to that lesbo slut?" Julie asked.

"Umm." I realized then I was probably going to have to put in an idea too. "Not really."

"Well, you better come up with something before the end of the day. You know Rebecca just wants any excuse to work you harder than the rest of us."

Didn't I know that! "Yeah, I'll think of something." I replied.

And Julie and I headed off to Spanish as if we were once again the best of friends, which I guess we always were. Even the best of friends have fights now and then. Well, that is what I told myself. 

Spanish went well. Julie and I slid into our normal banter in her nearly fluid Spanish and my broken search for words. We paid attention. We laughed quietly. And then it was over and we headed off to gym together.

I had been wearing the uncomfortable jacket all day to hide the tattoos. Now, with a required change of clothes, I had to go into modest mode again and I excused myself from Julie to change in the bathroom, pleading a necessary trip there so she would understand me not changing in front of her. In the stall, I looked at the disgusting barrage of tattoos and frowned as I slipped into my gym uniform. I enjoyed the temporary solace and looked forward to making it to class on time for a change.

When I went to put my clothes in my locker, my heart caught in my throat. There stood Rebecca and Courtney, chatting quietly with Julie about the lunch time adventure. They were all dressed for gym and I put my clothes in my locker quietly and headed out to avoid detection if possible. It wasn't, of course. We all headed out to gym together, somehow I ended up behind the three of them like I didn't belong.

But, once inside, Julie reluctantly left the cheerleaders to join Gina, Sarah, Cat, Jen and I. We went through the required stretches and exercises and took turns trying to emulate Julie on the varying apparatus on the 'girls' side of the gym. At one point, we noted one of the boys going up for a jump shot at the boys side and getting pantzed. We all laughed and before the poor boy could get his shorts back up over his red boxers, he had the attention of every girl in the gym at the bulge in his underwear.

Well, at least I had company for detention. 

Gym class ended and we parted company. I feigned a cramp and excused myself to the bathroom as everyone else jumped in for a quick shower. I took a quick wash in the sink before changing back into my skirt, tank and jacket. 

I went to my favorite class and drew a bowl of fruit. No idea why. It was very far from my normal standards, but the fruit did look lovely.

Detention was over too soon and I was on my way to cheerleader practice. Inside the locker room, I changed back to gym clothes and met the rest of the squad. We worked on a new routine and then headed back for a meeting in the locker room. Everyone took out a piece of paper and wrote down their idea and handed them to Rebecca. I guess this had been decided before I got there. I really couldn't think of anything to write down. Well, since it might be me performing it, perhaps it was more that there was nothing I wanted to write down.

Finally, I made up something lame about making the panty sniffer kiss our feet and asses and handed it to Rebecca who smiled maliciously. Darla was waiting outside. Since I had been there in the open this time, I could join Julie in the retelling of the lunch adventure when she excitedly relayed it to Darla. The ride was over too soon and we dropped Julie off first.

"Well little girl." Darla started in as soon as Julie was out of the car. "What are we going to do now?"

I had no idea what she was talking about so I just gave her a questioning look.

"We obviously can't keep up the gimp girl. That poor girl's asshole is probably permanently stretched out." Darla laughed. "You should have seen it Carrie. It wouldn't close."

Was Darla trying to get me to laugh about that with her? I looked at her dumbly, but offered a forced smile.

Darla then pulled into the parking lot and turned to look directly at me. "It should have been you." The laugh was gone from her voice, but she didn't look angry either. "So, Farin tells me there is another party this Friday night."

I gulped heavily. Her sudden change in demeanor did not bode well for me. I could see the malicious wheels turning in Darla's head. "I... yes Mistress." She was all business now that she, Farin and I were alone.

"You're excuse to Julie is that you are being punished for a bad grade and have to miss the party." Darla told me. I felt relief that I wouldn't have to go and do something dangerous to my reputation. She saw the relief on my face.

"Of course, you are going to the party. It seems that Brad's parents are going away for the weekend and the party is at his house. I'm sure you wouldn't want to disappoint your old boyfriend. He actually called me to let me know about the party. I'm not sure Rebecca even knows he called. I think he wants to get his cock into you again."

I started to tremble all over. I did not like the way this conversation was going.

"So, I have decided to accommodate him." I let out a sob at the words, even though I had a nauseous feeling that they were coming before they left Darla's lips.

"NO!" Farin yelled. "Darla please!"

"Want to tell Jill Farin?" Darla snapped. "Go ahead. I already have discussed it with her."

I started to cry. Every time I thought I knew the rules of the game, they changed. Hadn't they wanted me to be a lesbian? Wasn't I a lesbian? I had to admit, I wasn't repulsed by boys, I still looked at the attractive ones in the hallways. I still liked to watch them playing football or rough housing each other around. But, I was a lesbian. I was sure of it. And even if I wasn't, how much worse would things get with Rebecca if I did something with Brad? 

Darla watched me taking it all in and the tear that trickled down my right cheek. She smiled and wiped it away with her thumb. "Nobody will know that you are there Carrie. Well, no one that isn't already in the loop anyway. And, it's a game, you want to win more time off?"

I clinched my eyes. Her games were never fun, at least not for me. But whittling down the thirty-two days left on my 'sentence' was definitely something I had just hoped for yesterday. 

"Darla, this is so fucked. She is a lesbian. How can you be so cruel?" Farin broke the prolonged silence while Darla waited for my answer.

I fought back the urge to vomit. "What are the rules? What are the stakes?" I whispered.

Farin looked at me like I was from another planet. "Fuck this!" she shouted and got out of the car to go for a walk. Whether she planned to walk home or just not be a part of this, I wasn't sure. But, I could tell I was losing her. And while I truly thought I loved Farin, why couldn't I admit it publicly? Would that make all the difference? Farin certainly seemed to think so. I wasn't so sure. The thought in my head was, I have to get out of this bet as soon as possible and then maybe I could come out of the closet and Farin and I would have a real chance.

"You ever hear of a glory hole?" Darla asked.

I think I had heard the term, but I wasn't sure what it was. "Not really." I answered.

"You will be in a very dark room, pitch black and nobody will be able to see inside. There will be a hole in the wall where guys will put their cocks through and you will give the offered cock a blowjob. Or you can fuck them for all I care. But handjobs do not count. Your quota is five. Five cocks. Any less and you owe me a week for each shortfall. From the sixth up, you get a day for every one you finish off."

I thought it didn't seem fair, a week for a shortage, a day for an extra. "How about a week for every additional one?" I pushed, hell I could be out on Friday night with nine blowjobs. What the fuck was I thinking?

"No. The terms are as stated. If you don't want to play, you can just suck Brad off before the party and go as yourself and I'll find another game or maybe just other punishments without any payoff." Darla answered with a grin.




Darla's Games Day 12



I thought about it. I had only ever sucked one cock in my life and that was Brad's. If I played this game, I'd be sucking at least four other guys off and hoping to do more than that. I tried to recall how bad it was to suck a dick. But my memory was faded with time. There was no way I could do thirty in a night, there wouldn't be enough time. Time. I needed my life back. I was desperate.

"Okay." I whispered. "Sorry little girl, I couldn't hear you." Darla smiled. The game was set but she wanted to push me.

"Yes Mistress, I will play the game." I said with an even tone, fighting the urge to be flippant.

"Much better Carrie." Darla smiled. "Now, I know your asshole is still sore from yesterday, so I'm going to give you a break until tomorrow to put the twenty-nine pencils in your ass on the video camera in your room for us. Tomorrow, you will go visit Courtney after school, so it will have to wait until Thursday."

I groaned. I knew it would come back to me, I just didn't know how or when.

"And you are making my sister very upset lately with your infidelity." Darla giggled. "Why don't you invite her to spend the night and make up with her?"

I looked at her. Was she being sincere or was this just another jibe at my expense that I didn't quite get?

"We'll make another game of it if you like." Darla smiled widely. "You have a five orgasm quota, same as the cocks you are going to suck Friday. Every orgasm below five earns you an extra week, every one above five saves you a day."

"I can't make Farin a game." I whispered. "I'm sorry Mistress, thank you for the offer, but I'd rather not cheapen what we have."

Darla laughed at me and I flushed in anger. "You really are a sweet kid Carrie. You'll probably get her off a dozen times anyway and would have saved yourself a week. Well, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink." 

I needed to get out of there before I bought myself more trouble. "May I go Mistress?"

"Not yet." Darla smiled. "A few more things. First, let me see one of the tats, take off your jacket."

I did as instructed and we both noted that they were barely faded.

"Okay, cover back up. Nothing sleeveless until they are gone. You looked far too normal today with that jacket on."

"Now, you aren't going to like this next bit, and really, I don't care. I am going to give you a choice though, because, well, you seem to get more humiliated and turned on when you make choices and it is far more entertaining for me."

I waited for what I was sure would be a horrible decision to make. "You have been late for class too often. So, in order to encourage you to get through your between class assignments, I have an exciting new game for you to play."

I groaned. I hated her games in case I haven't mentioned that before.

"I love that look on your face." Darla smiled. "For the rest of this week, you will get a text at the end of class for which bathroom to go to between classes. This is going to happen anyway, so hear me out before you decide on the parameters of the game."

"Every time you are late to class, you will owe me two days, for every class you are on time, you get a day off. There will be a task for you in the handicap stall each time. For every task you complete, you get a day off, for every task that is left incomplete, two days added."

I thought for a moment. "If I don't want to play for time?"

"Suits me, you have won every bet we have made to date, I'd rather have my thirty days and make you do it all and not care if you are late to class." Darla smiled.

"Will it be fair? Will the tasks be able to be accomplished in the five minutes between classes?" I asked. Yeah, I would do the tasks anyway, but I sure as hell didn't want to add days on some bullshit impossible tasks.

Darla kept smiling. "New rule with our relationship. With the exception of when other people are in hearing distance, any time you do not finish a statement, question or response to me with 'Mistress' I may or may not be honest with you. And you will definitely get a single hit with my paddle or each indiscretion on Friday night or Saturday after I add them up."

I bit my lip. "Will the games be fair Mistress? Will I be able to complete then in the allowed time between classes Mistress?"

She smiled brightly. "Yes Carrie. I promise all the tasks will be achievable in the allotted time if you don't hesitate."

"I will play the game for time then Mistress." I replied.

She laughed. "Little girl, I want you to start thinking things through, but you will figure out why tomorrow. Not that I couldn't do it anyway, but the negotiation of parameters is something I hope to teach you through this training. Everything is negotiable up until the point that the agreement is made. You could have changed your parameters on everything, back to the bet we made in the pool hall, but you neglected to do so. You are tough Carrie and I like that about you, but you are also naïve when it comes to your perceptions of a fair world."

I guess my face showed my confusion. I never felt I had any power of negotiation. Where the hell was this coming from?

"May I leave now Mistress?" I asked, needing time to process this new information.

Darla laughed. "A lot to digest. I understand. Go find Farin, I'm leaving."

And I got out of the car and walked off in the direction that Farin stomped off. Darla, true to her word, drove away.

I caught up to Farin about two blocks down, she was talking to Julie. When they saw me coming, their demeanor changed visibly and I got the distinct impression that they were talking about me. As I got closer, my thoughts were confirmed by an embarrassed look on both their faces as if they felt guilty. 

"Darla left you, said you could crash at my place tonight." I broke the uncomfortable silence.

Julie looked upset for a moment. Ten days ago she was pretty much the only person to spend the night. This bet was really hammering our friendship.

"Hey, why don't you both come crash at my house?" Julie offered. "I can give you something to wear to school tomorrow Farin, we are closer to the same size." More likely, the same style as all I seemed to wear anymore was slut clothes. But, I kept that thought to myself.

"I..." As soon as I started I saw Julie's expression change and I thought better of it. "Sure, or we can all crash at my place, either way." I smiled.

Farin looked a bit put out for a moment, then smiled the same forced smile I was wearing. "Yeah, it will be fun. Let me call my mom."

Farin walked away then, as if talking to her mom on the phone was a very private matter. I shrugged and Julie and I started talking about ... well, it ended up being Farin.

"So?" Julie started as she walked in the opposite direction of Farin to afford our own privacy. "Did you get lucky last weekend or not?" She giggled.

I blushed. "Do you really want to know?" I asked.

Julie frowned for a moment. "Carrie, you are my best friend in the whole world. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. It wasn't that I was freaked out about you being a lesbian. I mean, I kinda was, I guess I knew it for a long time and I just didn't want to believe it. I kinda always pictured us getting married and having play dates with our kids and ... well, it was a bit of a blow to hear you say it the first time. I'm okay with it really."

She looked sincere. "I think it was more that I was angry about you lying to me. We are best friends. We shouldn't have to ever lie about anything. I guess this has been a hard time for you. And I thought, I would always be the one you came to first. I don't know what I would do if I were in your shoes. I mean, I hope I would come to you first, not as an afterthought."

"Jules..." I started to feel those tears well up. I hated crying, why did I do it so much? 

"Shh." Julie smiled and hugged me tight. "Let me finish."

She stepped back. "I am sorry Carrie. I am so sorry I acted like that when you told me. That was probably the one thing in my life, that if I could go back and change it, I would. You... I know it took a lot to tell me that, and then when you needed me, when you were finally opening up about what has been bothering you since that night you went out, I acted like a total bitch about it instead of being your friend."

Julie started crying then and I felt my own tears were okay so I let them flow. We hugged tight and held on like we were fighting someone from ripping us apart and we cried on each other's shoulder. "Please forgive me Carrie." She sobbed into my ear.

"I already did." I replied.

We just held on for a very long time. Tears of sadness for the brief departure of our friendship. Tears of joy perhaps that we were putting it behind us. It wasn't sexual in any way. It was pure. It was friendship. It was the kind of love that only two best friends can share.

I'm not sure how long she had been standing there, but when I looked up over Julie's shoulder at some point, Farin was standing there, a good distance back, whispering on the phone. She looked sad and she looked troubled. I took the cue and gently backed out of the hug.

"My mom wants to talk to you." Farin said to me and handed me the phone.

Julie wiped her tears away and stepped back for some air. I put the phone to my ear and wiped my own tears away.

"Well little girl," it was Darla, I should have expected as much. "This truly complicates matters. The question is, how much do you want Julie to know? I won't make that decision for you. The rules still apply so if you take her to your house, she will see all your tattoos because you will be naked in your bedroom. You can tell her whatever you want. Lie to her, tell her about me and our bet, I leave that decision to you. If you decide to go to Julie's house, then you will still fill your quota of five orgasms for Farin."

"Yes Ma'am." I said, hoping that was okay since Julie was in listening distance.

"Carrie, Farin and I aren't really close, but we are sisters and I love her. It's time to make up your mind. If you can't handle Farin during this bet, let me know tomorrow and I'll pull her out of it and you two can make a go of it after the bet is over. That honestly might be best. I haven't seen her this conflicted ever. She really does think she loves you. And I'm pretty sure you think the same. But I am not going to go easier on you because you are in love with my sister. In fact, the more you two defy me, the harder I am going to be on you. Think about it. Now, put Farin back on."

"Yes Ma'am. Goodbye." I answered and offered the phone back to Farin. She took it and walked away, leaving Julie and I alone again.

"So..." I smiled. "I guess it makes more sense to crash at your place since you are lending Farin clothes tomorrow. I'll go home and get some pjs and a change for tomorrow."

I wasn't ready to tell everything to Julie. I'm not sure I ever could. How would she handle the knowledge that I was the gimp suit girl the previous times? It was too much to ask of her. How could she handle any of it? I would be pissed if I found out this was happening to her. I'd want to kill the bitches responsible or call the police or tell her mom. How could I think she would do any less?

"Sweet!" Farin interrupted. "So where are we spending the night?"

"Julie's house." I replied.

"I guess I should tell my mom." Julie laughed. "Let's go inside and start on homework, you can call your mom and get your change of clothes in a bit." She said to me.

So we went inside, sat at the kitchen table and did homework. It was so normal. It was so comfortable. We laughed and talked. We consulted Julie on our math homework, which was way beneath her. 

We broke for dinner with Julie's parents and had some nice dinner conversation. I went home and got a change of clothes and kissed my mom goodnight.

When I returned, Julie's parents were watching television and we sat at the kitchen table. The subject of Brad's party came up. And I made my excuse then. 

"That sucks!" Julie exclaimed. "Let me talk to her." She meant my mom.

Panic filled me for a minute. I was lying again. I was lying to Julie who I had just reconciled with and made a silent promise to never lie again. I was lying to the one person in my life who would probably check in on me, not to question my honesty, but to make sure I was okay.

What was I going to tell her though? 'Jules, I'll be at the party, but I can't see you because I'll be in a closet sucking cocks and not even knowing who they are because they are going to stick their dick in a hole in the wall. Oh and hey, maybe Chad will even get in on it and stick his dick in there for me to suck. Best friends forever, sharing everything!' Yeah, that wouldn't come out too well.

Still, I had to curb her from contacting my mom somehow. I thought too long about it and Julie took it as an invitation as she picked up the phone to call my mom. 

"Wait." I stopped her mid-dial. She looked at me. I exhaled deeply.

"Let's all go to your room." I said almost in a whisper. "I have something to tell you."

Farin looked panicked. She knew I was going to open up, but what else was there to do? Julie was my best friend. I had to hold onto that. I had to believe that I would understand if our roles were reversed and I'd have her back. 

We packed up our books and Julie dutifully kissed her parents. Farin and I thanked them for their hospitality and bade them a good night.

Once upstairs, I closed and locked the door behind us. Julie sat on her bed. Farin looked at me wild eyed and shook her head 'no'. I breathed deeply and settled against the door, ready to tell her everything, but pondering where to start. I opened my mouth to speak.

"Carrie and I are going out on a date Friday night." Farin blurted out and walked towards me with a warning on her face. I opened my mouth to protest and she grabbed my head and kissed me.

I wasn't expecting it, of course, and I kept my eyes open looking at Julie who looked like she felt like a third wheel, which made sense. But then she smiled at me.

"Why didn't you just say so?" She said. "I don't want you two fucking in my bed, but I'm happy for you Carrie." She paused a moment and added. "And you too Farin."

Farin finally withdrew her tongue from my mouth and gave me a sharp look to play along. "Umm..." I tried to formulate a thought.

"Oh my God!" Julie exclaimed. "You two did the nasty!" She laughed. 

I blushed and Farin turned around beaming with her hand around me, resting comfortably on my hip.

"So! Spill it bitch! I want details." Then she noticed Farin as if she hadn't just raped my mouth with her tongue. "Sorry Farin. I mean. You know?"

Farin laughed lightly. "Well, after the party, Brad let us borrow his car and Carrie drove us out to this very private spot by a river. Well, probably more of a stream, but it was pretty wide."

And I stood there watching Julie smiling happily as Farin recounted our sexual excursion in my private place. Julie knew the place. She had gone fishing there with me and my dad back when the world was normal and he was still around and not dating a woman young enough to be my sister. While it was a bit embarrassing at times, I was quite happy with both Farin's recollection of the details and Julie's complete lack of judgment. 

She actually looked like a kid on Christmas listening to the juicy details and more than once our eyes met and I had to shake those odd thoughts out of my head again. Julie is hetero. Why was I seeing jealousy or lust every time I looked at her? It had to be my perverted mind. Still, there was no denying that she was paying rapt attention to every word from Farin's mouth.

I was ... thrilled if that word is strong enough. So happy in fact, I put my arm around Farin and pulled my hip tight against hers. She looked at me, smiling like she used to smile. I think she was just so overjoyed to finally tell someone about us, that it made her disappointment with me over the last couple of days disappear.

I felt very loved at the moment and it was a wonderful feeling. I let the weariness over the past week and a half drip away like wax falling from a happy, dancing flame.



Darla's Games Day 13



Sleep came, eventually. It wasn't easy. I don't think it was easy for any of us. The alarm was way too early. I was sweaty from being in the middle and wearing a heavy nightshirt. I noticed hands on my body, from both sides. It was nothing sexual per say, just my best friend on one side and my lover on the other, both sleeping towards me with a hand resting on my body. I shivered and wiggled to encourage them to wake up and move.

We groaned and Julie got out of bed first. "Either of you want first shot at the shower? We might run out of hot water with all of us here. I guess I should be a good hostess or something."

Farin yawned in response and closed her eyes and rolled onto her side towards me and wrapped her arm around me to my hip. I rolled my sleepy eyes in response. "Go ahead Jules, it's yours." I said, stifling a yawn of my own.

She looked at us, noting Farin's arm around me and rolled her own eyes. "I won't be long. Don't..." She shook her head, leaving the thought in the air and left the bedroom door open as she went to the bathroom.

Farin smiled at me and fluttered her eyes open. "Was she mad?"

I looked into her eyes and smiled. "Umm... yeah." 

Farin giggled. "Maybe she's jealous."

I blushed. I kinda wanted her to be jealous... at least I thought so. "Shut up." I kissed her a good morning kiss. Just a peck, no tongue.

Farin scrunched up her nose. "Morning breath."

"Fuck you, it's your pussy on it." I laughed.

"You should get a couple of strokes out of the way while she is in there." Farin suggested. "Want me to help?"

I groaned. Of course she was referring to the five near orgasms I needed to exert upon myself before school today. "Shit!" I exclaimed.

Farin looked at me for the source of my exclamation. "What?" she whispered.

"I don't have the enema with me." I muttered. "You think Darla will be okay if I skip it today?"

Farin frowned. "Yeah, cuz she is so understanding. Well, how is she going to know anyway?"

"Good point." I smiled. 

Farin reached down and put her hand on my thigh and felt over towards the joint of my legs. I rolled my eyes. She laughed. "Just trying to help."

"No." I groaned. "You are trying to drive me insane. Just don't push it okay? When I say stop, please just stop. You know I can't control it."

"Okay, I promise." Farin grinned. And she began lifting my nightie and easily found my already wet pussy.

And she began to play me like an instrument. 

Her fingers moved dexterously through my outer lips and as needy as I was I felt I would burst in orgasm as soon as her middle finger delved into the sweet recesses of my inner folds. The first time her fingertip touched my clit I bucked my hips forward to maintain that delicious contact as long as possible. Then she did something that startled me and excited me all at once, she slapped my pussy.

Giggling at my reaction, she leaned in and kissed me passionately and I welcomed her tongue into my mouth as she slapped it again. I moaned into her mouth, my mind focused on the coming of the next slap that would bring me to a higher level of excitement, of need. But it was denied.

"One?" Farin smiled as she pulled away from the kiss.

I looked up at her dumbfounded, my mouth open and breathing hard. "Yeah." I replied. 

"Want a break?" she smiled.

"No, but yeah, better take a breath or two." I replied through heavy breaths.

"Wait here, don't go anywhere." Farin instructed with a smile as she darted from the bed and I heard her running down the stairs. She came back a short minute or two later with a glass of ice. I was thirsty but there was no water in the glass.

"This should help." She smiled and took an ice cube and pressed it against my clit firmly. I moaned at first from the contact but soon was crawling away as the frozen water almost burned my most intimate of places with cold. It worked though, I was no longer anywhere near to an orgasm. 

The downside was, when she started up again, it was a long time to heat me up. But, Farin did seem to know my body, or maybe all pussies, very well and soon had me humping her hand again. "Two"

Another few seconds of ice and it was back to the races, with some rough rubbing of my entire pussy to warm it back up quickly. She deftly maneuvered her fingers into my slit and worked my clit, no longer fighting off the edge that was there the first two times, it took a little bit of work to get me there again. And when my hips humped up at her fingers, she pulled away. "Three."

I moaned in anguish, wanting nothing more than to cum, but the ice was applied again and I almost came at the contact. Then the cooling, then cold, then freezing as my clit retreated back into its protective hood to escape the menacing ice.

"We better stop there." I said, moving to get out of bed.

"Two more." Farin said. "I guess you can do them at school if you want. I'll be happy to help." 

"I won't have time. I'll get them in the shower." I replied. It was a lot quicker for me to get close with Farin doing it, I guess just the fact that it was her hand instead of my own. Surely, I knew my own body better than anyone else.

"Speaking of which..." I said as Julie walked in the room with a towel wrapping her hair and another around her chest. 

"Next." Julie smiled and sniffing the air purposefully, gave me a look of disapproval. 

I blushed. "I'll go." And I bounded off for the shower to get the stench of my pussy out of her room.

I locked the door to ensure my privacy and turned on the water. Sitting on the toilet seat, I spread my legs wide and worked my fingers between my lips, sliding the thick juices up and down over my clit. It quickly poked it's head out to enjoy the direct stimulation of my wet fingertips and eyes closed I was soon speeding towards a needed climax. 

With a grunt of dissatisfaction, I stopped and stood to get the water running in the shower. I thought about a cold shower to cool off, but they are so uncomfortable. So, I enjoyed a nice warm shower and took particular care to clean up my ... pungent scent to be delicate. 

As I rubbed Julie's shampoo into my hair, I contemplated getting my fifth near orgasm out of the way. I figured I'd better do it now. So, letting the shampoo soak into my hair, I went for it, using the pounding of the shower for assistance by spreading my legs and standing so the wonderful stream slapped against my denuded sex. It took very little manipulation from my fingers before I was humping lewdly at the falling flow of water, basically humping the air. 

This completed, I washed down there again and rinsed out my hair. Wrapping two towels as Julie had, one on my head and one around my breasts, I exited the shower, wishing I had brought my toothbrush in with me to get the taste of Farin completely out of my mouth. Not that it was repulsive, just, I didn't want to start the day with pussy breath.

I went back into Julie's bedroom and it looked for a moment like I had caught the two of them in a heated discussion, and they dropped it at my entrance. You know how people look with their faces kind of red from arguing and they were so close to each other, like they were in each other's faces. Well, either that or they were making out and got caught, but I kind of doubted either of them would do that with the other.

Farin turned her frown into a smile and excused herself for her turn in the shower, slapping my ass on the way out the door. She closed the door behind her and Julie and I stood there wrapped in towels looking at each other. She gave an exasperated breath and forced a smile and then scrunched her nose as she looked at my wrists. And then I remembered as I looked down to see where she was staring. The tattoos.

"What is that?" she asked pointedly at my wrists.

I quickly pushed my hands defensively behind my back and cursed myself for forgetting to put on the gaudy jewelry I had been wearing since being marked by Darla's friend Barb. "It's..." Fuck me. What the hell lie am I going to make up now?

Julie, I guess, had enough and walked purposefully towards me. She wasn't angry, just curious. "Come on Carrie, let me see." And she reached for my wrists behind my back and suddenly we were there, right up against each other, naked but for our towels and her arms were around me as she reached for my wrists.

She laughed... a good sign for the moment, but how would she react when...?

"Carrie! What the hell did you do?" Julie nearly screamed. In the struggle she had seen the lesbian silhouettes on my shoulders and forgetting my wrists for the moment, practically manhandled me to turn my back to her. My shoulders slumped and I just let her look at them.

"Holy shit!" Julie exclaimed. "Carrie, this better not be permanent. Does your mother know?"

Biting my lip, I figured I needed to tell her something. "It's just henna, chillax." I hoped that sounded conversational and not argumentative as I said it.

"Damn Car." Julie traced the design on my right shoulder, the one I knew to be a woman with a whip beating a bound woman. "Did Farin make you do this?"

"No." I whispered. "She was against it actually." This was true of course, but might have been a better explanation than whatever lame excuse I was going to come up with. Julie then noticed my left arm with the Dyke heart and grabbed my arm and looked at my left wrist with the word SLAVE imbedded in the design of a henna bracelet. "Jesus Christ Carrie. What possessed you to do this?"

I am not going to cry... I grit my teeth and forced it back. "I don't know." I mumbled and laughed unconvincingly. "Moment of stupidity I guess." 

I didn't fight her anymore as she read the LESBO on my right wrist and finally noticed the leaking pussy drawn on my right arm. "Carrie, this isn't funny." She pushed me back to the bed and sat next to me. "What is going on? I know you. You don't do this crazy stuff. Are you ... Is someone making you do this?"

Wow! Slap me upside the head with a board. Good guess Jules. I couldn't look at her. I knew she would see right through any lie I made up right now.

"God damnit Carrie. Was it Rebecca?" Julie grabbed my shoulders and forced me to face her, but I just couldn't look her in the eyes and lie.

"No." I answered. "It was just something stupid. It will be gone in another week."

"Bullshit. Someone made you do this and we are not leaving until you tell me who." Julie stated.

"Please Jules," I started. Was I ready to tell her everything? I was last night. Could I do it now? Every time I found a way to hide the lies, another truth came up that was simply undeniable. I forced myself to meet her eyes and tried so hard not to cry. "Just leave it alone, please? Trust me? It's not what you think. It was a bet ... sort of ... I lost and this was the punishment."

She glared into my eyes. "Who?"

"It doesn't matter." I replied. "It's done."

"Who?!" She shouted at me and shook my shoulders.

A tear escaped in spite of the fight I had made to keep them in. "Please Julie, just... it will be gone in a week... I can't have you involved too."

"Too?" Julie shouted. "Too?! Who? God damnit Carrie, give me names or I'm calling your mother."

Now, that would be bad. I could see me living with my Dad and his plaything now. "Julie... please don't tell my mom. She can't know what's going on. It would... she'll send me to my Dad!"

"Maybe that is what you need then. Carrie, you are going to tell me what is going on. I don't know what you got into, but you are getting out of it now. Who?!" Julie demanded again and shook me and my towel came loose and she gasped as I reached for it too late.

She only saw a corner of it, but she yanked the towel away and looked at the rest of my decorations. Slut, Whore, Slutty Little Lesbian Fucktoy, cunteater, all those wonderful words to remind me of what I had become. I tugged the towel away and covered back up and she let me.

"I'm calling your mom." Julie got up and I grabbed her arm and knelt on the floor and held her for my dear life.

"Please Julie!" I begged. "You can't tell her. She will flip out."

Just then Farin walked in wearing, you guessed it, a towel. She saw me on my knees grabbing Julie's wrist with both hands, her half dragging me to walk to the door. Her eyes wide, she saw my towel on the bed and me naked and I guess figured out what had happened. It was enough of a diversion to stop Julie for a minute. Farin walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Did you do this?" Julie yelled at Farin. She had stopped progressing towards the door and turned and pointed at the tattoos on my body.

Farin looked dumbstruck for a moment, then regained her composure and shook her head no. "Julie, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down?!" Julie yelled. "Ever since you came into Carrie's life she is dressing like a slut, acting weird, never around, lying to me...She NEVER lies to me. And now I find this crap all over her body? And you want me to calm down?"

Farin stayed calm, surprising me, I would be a bit scared if I were her. "Please Julie, please just sit down." I begged. "I can't go live with my Dad and his whore, I can't do it."

She turned on me and I could see the fury in her eyes. "I don't want you to live with your Dad either Carrie, but this is getting resolved right now. WHO?!" She glared at me and being met by silence, glared at Farin.

"Okay." Farin breathed out heavily. "Just please sit down and I'll tell you. Carrie can't."

"What do you mean she can't?" Julie raged, refusing to sit.

"It's..." Farin began and I could see her creative wheels turning.

A knock at the door interrupted us. "Julie?" It was her mom and the doorknob was turning and I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body as I retreated to the bed. 

"It's okay mom." Julie answered as Mrs Petrili looked inside, responding to the yelling. Julie's mom looked concerned, but Julie waved her out. "Seriously, it's fine." 

Julie's mom left and silence ensued.

"Jules, I'll tell you everything." I broke the moment of silence. "If you promise not to tell my mom."

"Carrie, I'm not promising you that without hearing what it is you are into." Julie answered. "I am not going to sit by and let you get treated like a ... " She looked at the words on my chest. "Like a whore. You are NOT a whore or a slut Carrie. I am not letting some bitch convince you that you are."

Wow. Pretty much how I would be. Out for blood. 

"Farin." I whispered. "Get dressed and go to school. I don't think we are going to make the bus."

"Oh damn Carrie." Farin exclaimed. "You are so over dramatic sometimes."

"It was Darla." She told Julie pointedly. "She likes to play stupid games and make stupid bets. Carrie has won more of them than she lost. This was a pay off for one of them was that she had to get this stupid henna." Farin blurted out, interrupting me once again in my attempt to tell Julie the truth finally.

However, she was telling the truth. Just not all of it.

"This isn't a game or a joke." Julie interrupted. "Look at her. That isn't funny. No wonder she isn't showering at school. I'm calling her, this shit stops now." And she stared Farin down, daring her to try to stop her from getting to her phone.

"Julie, you'll make it worse for Carrie." Farin said sadly. "Look, don't you think I want to stop this? Do you think I like that crap on her body any more than you or Carrie? And I'm her sister and she won't listen to me. I'm Carrie's girlfr..." She stopped the word and I appreciated that.

"Oh? Really? What kind of a girlfriend let's her SISTER put tattoos on her girlfriend?" Julie asked rhetorically.

Farin looked sad. "I know, you are right. But I do love her Julie, and Carrie loves me. I tried to tell Carrie not to bet my sister, but she always thinks she can win. She usually does, just not this time."

I couldn't believe it. She was blaming me! Like I wanted to play these games.

"It's just Henna Julie." Farin continued. "It will be gone in another week."

"So I heard." Julie growled. Then she turned to me. "Carrie." I looked up at her. "You tell me. Tell me the truth. Are you doing this on your own?"

"She isn't being" Farin began.

"You shut up!" Julie yelled. Then she turned back to me. "Don't you dare look at Farin, Carrie. You look me in the eyes and tell me. Did you make this bet?"

I couldn't do it. I could not look her in the eyes and lie to her. "Julie, you have to just let this go, please." I begged as I looked at the floor.

"Not going to happen. NOW." Julie commanded.

I shuddered. "You don't understand Julie. They will hurt me."

"Bullshit. It's stopping one way or the other Carrie. Either you can let me help you do it or your mom can do it. You choose." Julie insisted.

"Fine, I'm doing it because I want to." I whispered. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"No, I want to hear the truth." Julie replied, finally moving her voice down to a normal decibel. 

I looked her in the eyes. In spite of her anger, they were soft and warm. She wanted to help me so badly, I know I would be the same way if the shoes were on the other feet. "If you want to help me, let this go, please." And the tears won.

She hugged me and I cried on her shoulder. And she cried too.

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We missed the school bus. How could we not? But a call to Rebecca got us all three a ride to school. Julie refused Farin's offer to have Darla drive us in. And she was trying to forbid me to talk to her, which I wish were that simple. In the car, Rebecca was civil, as she always was when Julie was around. I could tell by her occasional smirk in the rear view window when she saw Julie looking at me that she knew some of what went on.

Julie commented on my lack of underwear, which was quite obvious since she saw me get dressed. I shrugged it off as another lost bet. I was low on good reasons. 

For her part, Farin was mostly quiet. She texted a few times, I assume to Darla. And Darla surprised me by not calling me to bitch me out.

When we got to school, Julie and I went to first period together. She blew off her new friends from the cheerleading squad to stay at my side. I was worried she was going to try to keep me in her sight for the entire day. But following first period, when the bell rang, Julie had to part my company to attend her Honors Math class while I headed the other direction for my own classroom. And then my phone vibrated.

Looking at the screen, I froze, then started running. I had forgotten about the latest of Darla's games. At the restroom closest to my math class, I quickly ran inside and pushed open the handicap stall door to find Farin there smiling at me.

"Hurry up Carrie." She giggled. "On your knees, you can get me off quick and win a day."

It hurt me that she would think of me this way. But I guess I was oversensitive after the morning we had. I wasn't happy about it, but I knelt there on the sticky bathroom floor and lifting her skirt, I slid her cute pink panties to the side and pressed my mouth to her pussy.

Fighting time, I didn't waste any on foreplay, but needing it to be good for her so she could get off quickly, I did squeeze her breasts with my hands while my tongue worked on her clit. Three minutes later, I was rewarded with the taste of her cream. I cleaned her up with my tongue, pulled her panty back into place and we hauled ass to class, sinking into our seats just before the bell rang.

Whew! I thought as I sat down. Two days off. I could do this! I could be out of Darla's hold by Friday.

Apparently, there was no longer to be any pretense as Courtney instead of Rebecca was seated to my right. "Good morning Carrie!" Courtney chirped, turning to face me. The makeup almost completely covered her black eyes. Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to get you to our toilet you talented little slut."




Darla's Games Day 13



I groaned and she took my hand and led it to it's destination between her thighs. Knowing what she wanted, I saw no point in delaying the inevitable, so I pushed her panties to the side and started to softly tease her lips. She smiled and opened her book. 

I was watching the teacher, giving him some attention, as my fingertips deftly worked the soft fleshy flower between Courtney's legs. I suppose she had become as trained to enjoy my touch as her petals opened instantly to my caress. I knew she didn't want to cum here, well, at least I didn't think she did, so I just kept teasing her, not in a way to bring her to orgasm, just to keep her pussy interested in my ministrations.

I was lost in thought when my phone vibrated. I pulled it out with my left hand and opened it in my lap. "Nearest girl's room after class." Was all it read. 

When I closed the phone, I noticed Courtney placing a folded piece of paper on my desk. I looked at her and she just turned and winked at me. With my left hand, I opened it and cringed as I read the words.

'I decided to let Brad use your mouth Friday night. I'm going to fuck him really good before though so you can taste me on his cock. I'm going to suck, fuck and jerk him off ten times a day through Thursday night so he will build up a huge load in his balls by Friday night when he goes without all day Friday.'

I knew I should have gone with my first instinct and thrown it away without reading it when I saw Rebecca's handwriting. No sooner had I finished hiding the offensive note, another one plagued my existence. This one from Courtney.

'Tonight, after cheer practice, after everyone leaves in the showers, we start. I am soooo glad you joined the squad Carrie. I swear, if you can do that trick again after math, I might fall in love with you. Would suck for Farin, but she'll get over it.'

I cringed. I continued to work my fingers delicately on her soft lips, but I think I scratched her a little when I read her note. She gasped and then giggled.

I looked over to Farin as I folded the paper up in my book. She was smiling at me, and I returned the smile. Then she glanced down at my hand wedged between Courtney's thighs and rolled her eyes at me. I couldn't help but to laugh lightly and she did too. 

I ignored the other four notes that stacked on my desk, simply placing them inside my book as they arrived without a glance to even recognize the writing.

Class finished up and I withdrew my hand, making a show to Courtney of sucking my fingertips softly, as I knew she would make me do it anyway. I packed up my books and as the bell rang, followed Courtney out of the classroom and into the girls' room.

Once there, I quickly removed my shirt. I did not want a repeat of yesterday's explosion all over my shirt. I reconsidered and just as quickly removed my skirt as well, moving them both out of the way so they wouldn't get wet when Courtney squirted me again.

She had been simmering all through Math class, so I wasted no time and she didn't seem to mind at all as I dove right in. I decided to try something new and flicked my tongue across her clit as I dug my middle finger in deep to search out her g spot. It didn't take too long, my memory was at least good for a day. 

I looked up at her, my tongue inside her slit, my finger driving her crazy. Courtney was in sexual overdrive. Her face was flushed her eyes were glazed over and she was biting her lip to stop from moaning out loud. 

I knew I had her. Any second she would come crashing into a massive orgasm and we couldn't have been there for more than two minutes at most. I made no effort to prolong the orgasm or to deny it's deigned power and worked her inner and outer buttons in a fevered pitch. My tongue flying against her clit, my fingertip rubbing the hell out of her little internal nodule, I thrust hard and she plummeted into what looked to be a mind blowing climax.

She couldn't help it. She couldn't muffle the scream of ecstasy and I just pushed her right on through it, in spite of the fact that anyone in the hallways had to have heard her outburst. She grabbed my head, not to push it into her, but to balance herself. And she squirted more than yesterday.

I had to admit it, the feeling of that hot, thick liquid propelling and splashing against my face and chest made me horny as hell. I actually felt a trickle running down my leg long before the seeming cup of her juice dribbled it's way down my breasts, over my belly to splatter onto the floor between my knees. I courteously licked her sopping kitty clean.

I didn't give her a very thorough job, because I still had to clean up and dress and get to class. I wished I had thought to grab some wet and some dry paper towels to tidy myself. Instead, I ended up using a couple handfuls of toilet paper to dry up and then sprayed my bare torso with my perfume. I then dressed quickly and stood up to depart the toilets with Courtney, who had waited patiently with a smile on her face.

"Hey." Courtney chirped as she turned the lock on the stall. 

I opened my mouth to say 'what?', but as quickly as I opened my mouth, it was invaded by her tongue in a very deep and far beyond friendly kiss. I allowed it, but did not reciprocate. I suppose that brought on her confused look as she stepped back from the kiss and turned and left without another word.

I got to class on time. Two for two and I had four days off my time now as I walked briskly into third period and slipped in next to Julie.

"Ugh!" She coughed as I sat next to her.

I looked at her confused. She laughed. 

"Have an accident with the Glow?" she coughed again.

"Damn, sorry Julie," I laughed, thinking it a better smell than the alternative. 

"So, where are you going on your date Friday?" Julie whispered.

"I don't know." I answered. "You going to give it up for Chad Friday?" Hey, I didn't sign up to be interrogated, may as well push her off the attack a little if I could.

"No, I think I am going to wait for our third date." She smiled.

"Yeah, third sounds better." I agreed.

"Like you would know" Julie laughed.

I gave her an unladylike gesture and laughed with her and we both received an admonishment from Miss Simms.

My cell buzzed again not long after we quieted down and I peeked to discover my next destination was the ladies room just outside of our Science class. I put the phone away and paid attention to class for the last half hour until the bell rang. 

I didn't want to run off. Julie and I always walked the hall together during this break as it was the only time in the morning that we were heading to the same classroom. But, I couldn't very well take a leisurely stroll or I would lose some or possibly all of the four days I had already accumulated. 

"Damn, I need to go to the bathroom." I didn't exactly lie. And I hurried off.

"Hold up, I need to go too." Julie easily caught up to me. 

Well, this sucked. We went inside and I made sure I went in first and headed straight for the oversized stall in the back. Julie took the one next to me and kept our conversation going, since she didn't know Farin was standing with a grin on her face right in front of me.

"So, what is it like?" Julie asked.

Farin kissed me quietly on the lips and showed me a thick butt plug. Then she placed it to my lips and licked her own lips in direction. I had to lube it up. At least that was the message I got from her actions. So I answered quickly. "What?" I asked, and proceeded to take that wide black piece of plastic into my mouth.

"Sex, dumbass" Julie expanded. "How is the sex with Farin?"

Well, this sucked. In more ways than one, since I was trying to be quiet with a huge ass plug in my mouth. Meanwhile, Farin looked at me expectantly, waiting for my response. I smiled at her as she extracted the plug from my mouth. "It's wonderful." I answered. And Farin smiled back and used her finger in a circular motion to direct me to turn around and face the toilet. I leaned over it, just as I heard Julie start to release her pee into the next toilet.

"It's kinda weird." Julie began. "To picture you two, I mean. Do you 69 or take turns or what?"

She wasn't mocking, but I couldn't answer because just then my skirt was lifted and the wet plug was pressed to my tight little asshole. "Well, we took turns once. And we did 69 once too." She started pushing and I bit my fist not to moan out loud at the stretching pain.

"Damn, how many times have you too had sex?" Julie asked.

"A few." I gasped. This plug was a tad bit bigger than the last one. At least it felt that way. I hoped I could maintain silence as Farin kept up the steady pressure into my ass.

"I..." Julie seemed to be choosing her words. "Do you always have an orgasm?" She asked finally and I could almost hear her blushing as the words left her lips.

Well. This was going to be a tough question to answer. When done properly, hell yes. But, given what some of our trysts had required, namely me being not allowed a climax, "Not always." I blurted out and bit down hard. Damn, it felt like she was tearing my asshole apart.

"Oh..." Julie sounded disappointed. "I always thought that, you know, with it being oral by another girl, it would always work. I mean, not that boys are necessarily better at it, but the oral, it usually does it for me."

I could feel the sweat trickling off my forehead. I was going to scream soon, how much more of this fucking thing could there be left? I pushed back at her and Farin obliged my pushing forward harder and I cringed as the damn thing stretched me even wider. "Well, we..." Damn this thing was big. "Sometimes don't get to finish." I gasped. "Interruptions" I hoped that was sufficient as tears of pain joined the beads of sweat on my cheeks.

Julie flushed then and I took the sound of the toilet as an opportunity to grunt as I shoved my ass back hard and nearly screamed when the widest part stretched my ass out before mercifully pressing inside and allowing my tiny orifice to close around the thinner part of the plug. I gasped and breathed heavily as I let my ass muscle relax around the base of the plug.

Then I flushed and stood up on wobbly legs. Farin steadied me and helped clean up the tears and sweat from my face with a bit of toilet paper. She then retreated to the far side so I could exit the stall without her being seen. I pulled my skirt down and left.

Joining Julie at the sink, she looked really weird. Like, she was fighting with herself over saying something to me. "What?" I pressed. "Oh nothing" Julie answered, apparently deciding against releasing the words that were obviously on her mind.

I touched up in the mirror a little before we headed out the door and to our next class. I hoped nobody noticed my awkward gait.

Fourth period was an exercise in misery. Sitting on that plug made it plunge deeper inside me and it was extremely uncomfortable. At one point, I forgot about it entirely and leaned forward in my chair and grunted out loud as it pressed into and stretched a new depth inside my rectum.

Julie looked at me quizzically and I just groaned purposefully, like it had been a frustration with the assignment as opposed to the hunk of plastic imbedded in my ass. I couldn't wait to get it out, but I wondered how painful it would be to do so. Six days removed now though. I could manage some discomfort in the process.

My cell vibrated again at about five minutes before the end of the class. I peeked at it expecting my next bathroom assignment. Instead, I read 'leave it in for lunch and go to the girls bathroom by your locker after'.

So, at least I got to eat lunch for a change. Julie and I went together and ended up sitting with the cheerleaders. I was hoping to sit next to Julie, but Karen and Britney quickly pulled her between them at the table. I reluctantly sat between Farin and Courtney when their eyes and scooting indicated that it was the most obvious place for me to sit.

I guess I couldn't be too upset at Julie abandoning me. She surely didn't know and probably thought I would want to sit next to my 'girlfriend' at lunch. I sat down carefully between them and hoped that Courtney wouldn't expect me to finger her all during lunch. I was fortunate in that regard, though it would have been preferable to what actually did happen.

What I couldn't believe was that Farin was working with Courtney. Here was the girl who was supposed to be the love of my life actually in some secret agreement to make me miserable. I had gotten a salad and some baby carrots, at the behest of Rebecca who made it a point to anyone within hearing distance that I needed to shed some pounds. "No dressing." She had even told me when I reached for a single packet of low-cal ranch.

So, I started eating my totally bland salad with a fork, my nose inhaling the sweet scent of the cheeseburger directly across from me on Rebecca's plate. Did I mention I hate Rebecca lately? I crunched the tasteless meal in silence as the squad was busy adding to the thunderous sound of the cafeteria. Then, about five minutes later, it began.

I guess I should have known better than to think we were going to enjoy lunch... or rather that I was going to enjoy lunch. I noticed Farin reach for one of the baby carrots, I didn't really care and just popped another fork full of salad into my hungry mouth. Then, Courtney grasped my right knee with her left hand and Farin hooked her calf around mine, locking her foot around behind my ankle, so between the two of them, unless I struggled, my legs were spread open. I nearly choked on my lettuce.

Courtney and Farin both turned towards me and Farin even patted me on the back. I knew my pussy was now completely exposed to anyone who had an angle to see it. Nobody at this table would see anything of course, the cheerleaders to my sides would see my legs spread, but my skirt covered me from above. However, from a distance, from other tables, I would be completely vulnerable to the leering eyes of my classmates.

Julie giggled and asked me if I was okay. I muttered something about the wrong tube and smiled as if to excuse my reaction. My eyes wandered then, looking for anyone who would notice, anyone who was looking at my exposed cunt. I looked frantically, certain that I would find a table staring and pointing and laughing, but so far, nobody seemed to notice.

Then, a larger concern, I felt a finger on my sex. I must have blushed a thousand shades of red as I bit down to suppress a whimper and covered it by taking another bite of salad. I didn't bother looking down to see if it was Farin or Courtney, it really didn't matter and I didn't want my eyes to draw attention to my nether regions. 

The finger tip was delicate, tracing my lips and parting my cuntal lips, working their way slowly up towards my clitoris. I shuddered and tried to scoot my ass back and away, but the action pushed the plug upwards. I was afraid to look at either of the girls to my sides, not wanting to see Courtney's devilish smile or Farin's lustful grin. 

The treacherous finger continued its work relentlessly, gliding up and down, briefly entering my now sopping wet hole and twirling full circle inside it, before returning up the length of my slit and rubbing the wetness on a circular path over and around it. I continued to eat, clinching my right fist around my fork and fighting the urge to just let everything go and have a much needed orgasm right there in the middle of the cafeteria. 

The finger continued it's methodical journey over and over, never speeding up or increasing in pressure, just massaging me from clit to perineum. I felt my mind losing control and fought the urge to slam my hips forward and engage the blessed release that my hormones so desperately desired. The torture seemed to go on forever, somehow I mindlessly finished my salad and stared blankly at the opposite wall of the cafeteria. 

The waves of pleasure began to overwhelm me. Even though the finger never sped in its ministrations, I was getting close and I could no longer control the animalistic instincts that a clear mind would have found unforgivable. I thrust forward on the finger just as it approached my clitoris for the umpteenth time and sought out the sweet release that I knew awaited me on the other side of the rising tidal wave of passion burning in my soul. But, it was not to be, the finger retracted as suddenly as it had approached. My eyes slowly regained their focus and I found myself darting my eyes around the cafeteria wildly, hoping that nobody had witnessed the sexual haze that took over my being. I didn't see anyone blatantly staring, at least not down there. There were always the dreamy-eyed geeks, the guys who were too shy to ever actually approach a girl, much less a cheerleader, but fantasized about the prospect constantly, but even they did not seem to realize how close I had been to cumming right there in the cafeteria.

I finally chanced a glance to the left and Farin caught it out of the corner of her eye and turned to look at me with a bright smile on her face. With a quick glance around the table to be sure nobody was looking she put her middle and right fingers to her mouth and smiled widely. I watched as she lowered them back beneath the table and begged her with my eyes to stop this madness. She winked as I felt her fingers touch me there again and I slowly turned my attention back to the front.

I glanced at the clock, wishing there were far less than the remaining ten minutes before the bell. Up and down and round the hole and up and round the clit and down, the fingers teased. I felt a tear in my eye and wiped it before it could form, as if something had irritated it. I glanced at Julie, she was locked in conversation with Karen. I looked at the other faces on the other side of our table and they all seemed to be similarly engaged. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan.

The finger continued as before. Never speeding or delving deeper, just slowly, oh so slowly sliding through the wet folds of my cunt. It was driving me insane. And they knew it. I reached down with my left hand and grabbed Farin's hand and squeezed it hard. I wanted so desperately to push it against my sex and drive my tortured body to the desperately needed climax. But, I didn't, I pulled it away. I placed my palm flat on the seat between my legs, blocking them from access to my drooling pussy.

"tsk tsk tsk." I heard from Courtney to my right. I turned to face her and she smiled that knowing, superior smile of hers. "Hey Carrie, let's play flinch." I looked at her kind of puzzled. She exhaled in exasperation. "Hold your hands up like this." She put her hands out in front of me, palms facing down. I looked around and it seemed a few other girls were paying attention, so I acquiesced. 

She put her hands under mine and tickled her fingertips against my palms. "Now, I am going to try to slap your hands and you try to pull them away before I do. If you pull them away and I don't go for the slap, I get a free slap for flinching. If you pull them away and I miss the slap, we switch."

I kind of understood, but not completely. She kept tickling my palms with her fingertips and then she deftly turned her hands around mine and slapped the tops of my hands kind of hard, it stung. I yelped. It wasn't just the sting on my hands, no, Farin had tapped my clit with her fingers. I shuddered and focused on Courtney. "Ready Carrie? Here we go again." She slapped my hands again and I jolted as Farin slapped my pussy at the same time. 

"Come on Carrie, at least try." Courtney giggled and slapped my hands again and I yelped once more as Farin slapped my clit again. On about the seventh time I yanked my hands away and Courtney missed. "There you go!" Courtney smiled. "Now it's your turn on the bottom." She turned her hands face down and waited for me to place mine beneath hers, facing up.




Darla's Games Day 13



I wiggled my fingers against her palms and she almost pulled away and then she smiled widely. I wiggled suddenly and she yanked away and I smiled because I hadn't even tried. "Nice one." Courtney congratulated me, holding her hands out face down in front of me. "Go ahead, two times."

I grinned and slapped her twice, but not terribly hard, which was unfortunate, because I could hear my own grunt as my clit was pinched twice. Courtney looked into my glazed over eyes and grinned her evil grin. "I don't want to play anymore." I whined.

Courtney frowned. She released my leg, that she had hooked with her foot and signaled to Farin to do likewise. I slammed my knees together so fast and hard it made an audible clapping sound. The bell was about to ring anyway, so I got up with the other girls and we took our trays and emptied the trash into the cans and stacked them.

I made my way out the doors with the rest of the cheerleaders and headed to the pre-designated bathroom, presumably to have my plug removed. I noticed Farin and Courtney accompanying me, which was not terribly unexpected, but a bit annoying that they were both going to be there. We all entered the bathroom together and headed into the largest stall and Farin locked it.

"Bend over slut." Courtney giggled. I didn't really feel like fighting her on her choice of descriptive, and I really wanted this plug out of my ass, so I just did as instructed. "Spread em." She giggled. So I spread my feet a comfortable distance apart.

Farin took the base of the plug in her finger tips and tugged softly. I grunted and my body was pulled back with the plug. "Damn, this is not going to be easy." Farin said pensively. "I think we need lube to get it out." She told Courtney. 

"Do you have any?" Courtney asked her.

"Not with me." Farin groaned. "I guess I can run to my locker and get some."

"Don't know if we will have enough time if you do that." Courtney smiled. "Carrie, you want this out now or we can bring some lube next period break?"

I couldn't freaking believe this. Of course I wanted the damned thing out. "Just get it out." I gasped.

"Okay, let's try this." Courtney suggested. "Bend all the way over at the waist and put your head between my thighs and I'll grab your ass cheeks. I was miserable doing it, but it wasn't like she had somehow coerced me into sticking my face in her cunt. Still, the presence of her thighs on the sides of my head was not exactly pleasant. "Now, Farin, let's spit on her ass as much as we can." I cringed. Seriously? How fucking gross. They are going to spit in my ass crack. I mean, this is not exactly fun for me at all. But, I close my eyes and endure the humiliation of having them take turns spitting their slimy saliva into my ass crack and letting it ooze down to the opening where the plug is extended from my asshole.

The spat and spat, at least four times each and I shook in embarrassment as the spit wet my ass. Farin then told me to rub it in around my anus really good and God help me, I did it. I felt so low at that moment, rubbing their saliva into my asshole around the base of the plug.

"Okay," Courtney began, and I took it as a sign to stop rubbing my anus, "Grab that base firmly Farin and pull hard." Courtney grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them so wide I could feel my anus stretching. Farin then grasped the plug base with two fingers on either side and her thumb in the center and she pulled, and she pulled hard.

I grunted as the plug tried to stretch it's wide base through the tiny opening of my ass. It was hard as hell to get it in with the tapered edge, getting it out seemed an exercise in futility. My insides felt like they were being ripped out and I grasped Courtney's thighs and whimpered as it burned. Tears of pain dripped down my cheeks and Farin finally released her grip and I sighed.

"Fucking do it!" I yelled at her. "Just get it out Farin." I was worried I was going to be stuck with this thing and have to go to a doctor to have it removed, or possibly more humiliating, to Jill. 

"I don't think I can." Farin whimpered, like she was the one in pain. 

"Then you do it Courtney." I gasped. "Get it out damnit!" I pleaded.

"Okay Carrie." Courtney replied, though she wasn't being her normal giggly self about it. "Farin push her ass cheeks apart and I'll get it."

Farin placed a hand on each cheek and pushed them apart and Courtney grabbed the base and pumped it in and out to try and loosen my sphincter's tight grip. I grunted and whimpered at the pain, but wanted this damn thing out of me. She just fucked me up the ass for awhile, each time seeming to stretch my ass more and more. "On three Carrie, push now like you are trying to expel it and I'm going to yank on three."

I pushed like I was trying to defecate (I far prefer that word to taking a shit, that sounds so vulgar to me). "One." Courtney started counting and I grunted and pushed hard. "Two." Courtney yanked with all her might and I felt like my asshole was ripped inside out, it burned so bad. Tears fell freely from my face and I fell to the floor and cried.

"What happened to three?" Farin asked.

"I figured she would tighten up on three, so seemed to make more sense this way." Courtney answered. "Do you have anything to soothe it?" She asked Farin.

"Not with me." Farin sighed. Meanwhile, I rolled onto my side and curled into a fetal position and wept in pain. My ass felt like it had just been fucked my a huge.. well, a huge plug I guess. It hurt a lot.

"Fuck me." Courtney gasped. I wondered what she meant. "It is so open. Is it going to close up?"

I sobbed, because as she said it, I swore I could feel air flowing into my wide open asshole. "Pull yourself together Carrie." Farin whispered and knelt down next to me and caressed my cheek. "It will close back up, I promise. I'll bring some cream next period break and it will dull the ache baby. It will be okay. Can you get up?"

I sobbed and rolled onto my knees and held my head in my hands. It burned so bad back there, I swore I was permanently damaged. Farin and Courtney helped me to my feet and smoothed my skirt back down over my ass. They took me to the sink and helped me to wash up my face and apply some light make up when I finally stopped crying.

"Why does your sister hate me so much Farin?" I whimpered. I pushed away from them both, not expecting an answer, and left for my locker. I didn't run, I didn't think I could if I wanted to. I was just too sore. I got my books from my locker and walked gingerly to my next class, sitting carefully next to Julie as the bell rang for the start of Spanish.

"What's wrong?" Julie asked, as I took a long time sinking into my seat.

"Nothing." I mumbled. "I just feel so tired all of a sudden." And I really did.

I truly did enjoy Spanish. Julie and I usually had the most fun of the day just repeating terms and making conversation in class, and our teacher was really pretty cool. As much as I enjoyed the escape from my torturers in Spanish, I knew I would soon be going to gym class and meeting someone in the bathroom there.

The bell rang and Julie and I walked together to the gymnasium. I totally ignored Farin as she attempted to get my attention out of the corner of my eye. Thrusting my book bag into the locker, I grabbed my gym uniforms and sneakers out and giggled when Julie laughed at my need to go to the bathroom to change. It was kind of nice having her on board with the tattoos now, since I didn't need to explain my lack of hygiene to her anymore.

In the stall, I found, much to my surprise and resentment, Rebecca. I groaned and locked the door behind me and started to undress. "Hands and knees and raise your ass." Rebecca smirked. I did, wondering what she was going to do, hoping she wasn't going to put that horrid plug back in my ass. It was worse, I think. She put my skirt over the top of my ass and without further preparation, she smacked my ass as hard as she could with her hand. I couldn't believe it. The skirt was just to muffle the sound, she surely didn't care about hurting me by the way she whacked my ass, seemingly with every ounce of her strength. She raised her hand high and swung down with all her might. I struggled not to make any noise, but it hurt like hell. I looked up over my shoulder at her and she just held a malicious smile as she swung with all her might on the other cheek.

I fought the tears and wondered what this was about. I guessed it was a task, but it was rather hard to fulfill the task in the allotted time without knowing what it was. My ass stung already on the second swing, but if I thought that was some warm up to another activity, I was sadly mistaken. She swung again and again, a brief interlude between slaps, but it just kept on coming, as hard and consistent as the one before it.

When she finally finished twenty whacks to each cheek, she left and closed the door behind her, a smirk on her face the whole time. I got up and put my gym clothes on and then walked out to put my clothes in my locker. 

My ass burned during gym, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I had in the past. I made it into gym on time for a rarity and struggled to avoid any contact with my ass. Of course, I was hanging with Julie and our old group of friends, as opposed to the cheerleaders. I was a bit reserved though, having just had my ass beat, so the conversation was shallow.

After working up a nice sweat, the rest of civilized society took a shower, while I grabbed my clothes and headed for my sink and paper towel wipe down in the privacy of the bathroom stall. I figured the next indignity would show up here shortly, and I wasn't wrong. Farin announced herself and I opened the stall lock and let her in. She had a depressed look on her face and I knew that wasn't a good sign. 

"What?" I asked and it came out as a squeak, which embarrassed me immediately. I was in deep suspense.

A tear trickled down Farin's cheek and she exhaled loudly. "You aren't going to like it."

I almost laughed. Did she think I liked ANY of this? "Tell me." I whispered.

"Give me all your clothes." She said, wiping the tear from her cheek. 

I handed her my clothes, having already stripped out of my gym uniform. She took the stack of clothes, including both pairs of shoes. "You have a choice." She whispered. 

I hated Darla's notion of choices. There was never a 'good' choice, just different shades of bad choices. "What?!" I said a little too loud, the air was too thick and I needed to know what was going to happen. The anticipation seemed worse than what could possibly follow. I was wrong. "I ..." Farin broke off. She steeled herself and then said it. "I have to take your clothes and put them in the boys' locker room. You can hide out in here and wait for the next class to go to the gym, then go in there to get them, but you'll be late."

I shuddered. Did she want me to get gang raped or something?! This was too much. "No." I whispered. "Just give me my clothes, I'll take the penalty days. I don't know what the fuck Darla is thinking, but that is way too unsafe."

"Yeah, I agree. But, well, that kinda leads to option two." Farin frowned. She leaned forward and kissed me. She kept kissing me and I finally responded by kissing back, not realizing we were backing towards the door. I should have heard the lock turn, but I didn't.

Suddenly the door was open and Farin was backing out and I broke the kiss with a gasp rather than follow her into the open bathroom. "Farin!" I whispered harshly. "Give me my clothes!"

Farin looked at me through the open door with a sad expression on her face. "You'll get a message soon." She whispered and turned and left with my clothes.

I pulled the door shut and turned the lock and cursed. How the hell could she do this? I told her to just give me the penalty points for not accomplishing the task and she stole my clothes. This wasn't the way the game was supposed to go was it? At least it was never described to me this way. Granted, there was no way it was fair, but when did that ever matter to Darla?

This constant making up of stupid games and then changing the rules on a whim was really starting to piss me off. Unfortunately, I had bigger issues right now. Obviously, I was going to be late for class, if I made it there at all. I would have to have a talk with Darla today, she was not supposed to interfere with my classes and I was consistently late now for my favorite class of the day. 

I was just wondering if maybe I should get Jill involved with this violation of my academics, when the bell rang for the second time. I could hear the 7th period gym class chatting in the echoing locker room, getting changed for their class. I sat on the toilet and prayed they would leave soon. Once they were gone to class, I was going to go get my clothes from my locker, if they were still there. It was unlikely, but I had to try something. 

I heard some footsteps coming softly into the bathroom and then right towards my stall. I huddled there and pulled my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around them. I hoped it was Farin returning with my clothes or whatever it was that was going to get me out of here. Through the crack in the door, I saw a girl, probably an underclassman, since I didn't recognize her at all. She started to lean towards the crack. Oh God she was trying to see me!

I jumped up and scrambled to get out of the sight line of the crack in the door. I heard a giggle. "I know you are in there." The girl whispered. My heart was pounding. No way they were bringing someone else into this! Wasn't it enough already? Farin, Rebecca, Courtney, the entire cheerleading squad, though at least they didn't know who I was. Were they really bringing a girl from another grade into it as well? That was unacceptable. 

"I have something for you if you want it." The girl laughed through her whisper. She put the edge of an envelope through the opening in the door. I grabbed it and tugged it from her hand. She laughed. "Are you really naked in there?"

I didn't answer, I just ripped open the envelope while pressed against the door panting in fear at this girl finding out who I am. It was a handwritten note. I read the words and let the tears fall. This was fucked up.

"Well, I guess I better go to class. I wish I knew who you were." The girl laughed and walked away.

I waited and sobbed on the toilet. In a few minutes, the girls had all left for gym and I was quite alone, waiting for the damning activity instructed by the letter. I should have just gone to the boy's locker room and got my clothes. It would have been risky, but if I had waited until now, it was unlikely any of them would be there to see me.

As the tears flowed down my cheeks, I thought about leaving. I could find something to wear couldn't I? After all, it was a locker room. Yes, Courtney had trapped me in here without even a towel to be found before, but maybe they hadn't done it this time. Shit! This is so unfair. Darla should have told me both choices before I made one. This sucked so bad. I was shaking as I awaited the promised intrusion from the letter.

I started as I heard the footsteps coming from the entry way to the locker room. I didn't want to be seen crying, so I wiped my tears and tried my best to clean up as the footsteps entered the bathroom and headed straight for my stall. I was shaking so hard, I could barely control it. This was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was nothing, not a girl, not a person, just an object to be used, toyed with by this person on the other side of the door. I looked through the crack and saw the eye looking right back at me.

"Open up quick before someone sees me." He whispered.

My fingers shook so hard I could barely turn the lock on the door. I finally did and stepped back to let Brad inside. He looked at me with a smile at first, then seeing me shaking, naked, obviously red in the eyes and face, he frowned, turned and locked the door.

"Am I really that horrible Carrie?" He whispered. He turned back to face me. "It wasn't exactly my idea, though I thought if someone was going to do it, you would be a little happy that it was me."

I wasn't and he could see it in my face. "Look.." he started and then paused. He looked quite unsure of himself all of a sudden.

I knelt on the floor, better not to look at him or talk to him. My shaking hands couldn't get a hold on his zipper and I started crying again. "Just get it out and shut up." I sobbed.

"Fuck this." Brad said. "Just lie and I will too, okay Carrie? I'll tell them you gave me a great blowjob okay? I'm not going to even get an erection with you like this. Come on, let's go get your clothes." He pulled off his shirt and handed it to me.

I took it and jumped up and hugged him hard. "Thank you." I whispered, tears dripping onto his shoulder.

He hugged me back for a minute then we both awkwardly stepped away from each other. "Why don't you just stop? Before things get too out of control? I mean look at you Carrie." He whispered, but too loudly for my comfort. "You've actually sucked mine before and you are a fucking mess about it. How are you going to do this at the party? It's bullshit. Go to Jill before Darla turns you into a whore. I know going back to Rebecca didn't put me on your top ten people list, but I always did like you Carrie. And if you ever say this to Becca, I'll deny it and call you a liar, but I have often regretted it."

I looked up from the shirt in my hands at Brad's eyes for the first time since I saw the one peeking through the crack in the door. "Please don't."

His face turned downwards into a sad look. "Don't what?"

"Don't feed me any bullshit right now." I exhaled as my lip trembled slightly. "I don't... I can't deal with anything anymore." I looked back down and pulled his shirt over my head. Brad is much taller than me, so it covered my ass and pussy easily.

Brad took my chin softly in his hands and tilted it back up to look into my eyes. "I'm not feeding you any bullshit Carrie. It fucking burns me up every time Becca treats you the way she does. It has been the cause of many fights that you never heard about." He smiled softly. "Just please say you sucked me off and I'll say the same. Or don't, but it will probably get me broke up with Rebecca if you tell her the truth, even if I deny it."

"She thinks I still love you, and I guess I do a little. Don't go getting all gaga about it, I'm not going to stalk you or some sick shit. But, you know, I was the first guy you ever went down on, the only guy, so sure I feel special about it, and now..." He paused and broke eye contact. "This is fucked Carrie. What the hell do you care about this stupid bet? So what? Just refuse to do it anymore. Hell, I'll pay the bitch the money you owe her just to get you out of it. This isn't you. It isn't who you are and it sure as hell isn't who you are meant to be. You are too strong for this stupid crap. Just leave it."

That sounded so simple. Was it really an option? Could I just walk away from it? Farin had told me that I couldn't many times. She said that Darla would hurt me bad if I tried. Could I run? I stepped forward and hugged Brad as hard as I could and he wrapped his arms around me too. "Thanks" I whispered. "Maybe you are right."

"For what it's worth, I'll help you as much as I can." Brad said. "I'd really prefer not to lose Rebecca, but she seems to be only interested in fucking with you more than me these days anyway." He laughed as if that was some kind of joke. I didn't get it at all, bearing the brunt of her attention, but maybe someone else would find it humorous.

"You know..." I started and stopped, trying to think of how to phrase this properly. This may be the first time that anyone who knew about this thing had been nice to me without an ulterior motive. I really wanted to thank him for that. Then I felt his cock hardening against my belly and laughed. "Never mind." I sighed and pulled away.




Darla's Games Day 13



"It has a mind of its own." Brad chuckled. "Sorry."

"Well, we can't be seen with that." I gestured to the bulge in his pants. "Where are my clothes?"

"In my locker, I'll go get them. Everyone should be in class anyway. You want to come with? See the boy's locker room? It's disgusting, but pretty much the same."

I laughed. "I'll pass, but I do feel covered enough to go to my locker. I'll come get them from you in the entry in a minute?" I asked.

"Sure." Brad smiled and kissed my forehead. "You know I can't keep Rebecca off you. You did kind of make an effort to steal me away after all."

I cringed, about to remind him of his own participation. 

"Of course, you wouldn't have gotten me if I didn't want to go." He smiled. "Sex is probably overrated, but it sure as hell doesn't feel that way." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I wouldn't really know."

He looked about ready to say something, then changed his mind and opened the door and walked away with a final "See ya in a few."

I walked out to my locker and grabbed my bag and headed to the entry to the girl's locker room. Brad met me there with my clothes and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks".

Brad smiled at me and said, "Yeah, stay you." Stay me? Weird thing to say as he turned and left and I hauled through the empty hallways to art class. I got a frown from Miss King, but she didn't say anything more as I started drafting. It's weird how differently everyone treats you when you dress like a slut.

I don't really mention it often, but I notice it. The leers in the hallways. The infantile gestures. The lewd comments. I certainly understand the inclination. I know when I used to have a choice in my wardrobe, I would whisper and acknowledge the girls wearing mini skirts and tight tops with Julie. We would make our snide comments about girls who we thought were dressing for the kind of attention that we didn't necessary want pointed in our direction.

Now, I was one of those people. I was a girl dressing barely within the confines of the school dress code. I was flaunting my body in front of my peers. I was showing my body beneath a thin veil of clothing for their scrutiny and appreciation. As I entered this, my favorite class, I noticed the eyes of every one of my classmates, not just acknowledging my late entry into the room, but judging me, as if the clothes I wore was a statement of who I am.

And who am I to judge them, for surely if the roles were reversed and it were me dressing like a normal person, I would look at the grand entrance of a slut with condemnation in my eyes. It was mostly the girls who were condemning. 

I know we, or should I say society, looks upon a woman or girl as an inferior species to men or boys. They are stronger. They are masculine. They are superior in many ways. They are the controllers of a relationship. They decide where we are going, because they are usually expected to pay for a date. They are constantly pushing for the next obstacle, pressing us to the deeper kiss, the advancements in fondling, the baring of more flesh. They press for the hand job, the blow job, and the pinnacle of the relationship, intercourse.

That is not to say that we, the inferior females, do not like this ride. We are the opposing force and we enjoy our role. That is not to say that we do not enjoy the game every bit as much as guys do. We simply have to be very careful in our timing and balance of activities, as we are the ones who earn a reputation, a reputation that never seems to be shed in a good light. We are a slut or a tease. There seems to be very little middle ground. The only escape from a reputation is to date one guy for your entire school life. By being someone's girlfriend, exclusively, you have some freedom to be a slut or a tease, for if you are a slut, you are his slut and if you are a tease, you are his tease.

On the other side of this coin are the guys, who for their efforts are rewarded with terms like stud for their inability or unwillingness to enter a continuous relationship. At least a stud is an earned term, one that comes from acknowledged sexual prowess, not necessarily in skill, but in quantity of lovers. A slut is an easily earned and negative name for a girl. In my case, it has been earned based on my current state of dress. I'm a virgin, but I have heard the whispers, the ones that call me a slut, more often in the past two weeks than ever before, even addressing some of those who have truly earned the term by their willingness to spread their legs. I could go on and on about the inequity. Perhaps I can use that for my English paper. Not a bad idea really. But, back in the here and now, every boy is eyeing me up, looking at my bared skin and imagining what the covered parts will look like. Dressing like I have had to do makes me seem more approachable and accessible. I have been asked out more in the past two weeks than ever in my life. I have been contacted by all walks of life, even by some of the nerds who would never have dared to approach me when I was dressed like the person I am.

Digressing once again I suppose. The girls are the worst. Their eyes condemn me, and judge me, most often by those who have never taken the time to know me at all. The fat girls and skinny girls wish they could have a body like mine. But rather than do anything about it, rather than adjusting their eating habits or exercise regiment, they pour the lack of interest in them into hate for those who they most want to be. There is a good dissertation there somewhere.

The attractive girls note the attention of the boys. They see anyone getting more attention than they get as a threat and respond accordingly. I have been "accidentally" bumped into in the hallways more in these past weeks than I can ever remember. Before, with my fashionable, but longer skirts, tight jeans, and what I would call normal clothing, I was attractive, but I didn't command attention. Now, I was getting unwanted and unsolicited attention from most guys in school. 

It made me competition and I probably had a lot of enemies now. I could see the hate in their eyes. How dare I dress like I dress? How dare I force their boyfriends or secretly desired boys to look at me with lust in their eyes? And I saw the hate, I felt it burn into my flesh. It made me want to scream to them that this was not my idea. This was not who I am. This was being forced on me. 

Would I gain their sympathy? Or would I simply achieve disgust and pity that I would let bitches like Darla control me? 

And thus I sat at my seat after that painful gauntlet of lust and disgust and let my mind wander to the imagery that now was taking form on my sketching pad. Time moves far too quickly when you are doing something you enjoy. Art was always my escape, my love. I could make anything I wanted take shape and form and in a way become reality. Was I gifted? My teacher thought so. Julie swore it was what I would do some day. I liked that. 

And in the closing minutes of class, I gazed at the page before me. As usual, I hadn't really planned the drawing, I hadn't really even seen it as it took shape, I was letting my thoughts and emotions flow through my fingers onto the blank page. And the tears fell and I ripped the page from the pad and crumbled it up in a tight ball for the trash receptacle just as the bell rang.

I smiled. Today, I had completed six tasks and gotten to class on time five times. I had gotten back eleven days and lost two for being late to art class. Nine days of the remaining thirty-one. I laughed and punched the air. I had only twenty-two days left now. I couldn't believe Darla made this game. I was going to be out from under her so much sooner than I thought. There was that little devil in the back of my mind telling me this was too easy and too good to be true. I probably should have listened to that voice a little more closely, but at the moment, I was in charge. In two more days, if they went the same as this one, I would be done with Darla by Monday.

As we started packing up to leave school, Miss King dismissed everyone but me. I figured she wanted a word about why I was late. She walked up to me as everyone shuffled out and I packed my bag and stood to speak to her and explain my lateness with whatever lame excuse I could come up with. 

"Late again Carrie." Miss King smiled, but her eyes looked sad.

"I know Miss King. I am so sorry, it won't happen again." Not even an explanation, kinda lame really.

"I should give you detention, but I'll settle for the crumbled ball in your hand." She said.

I looked at the thick ball of paper in my hand, the one I had intended to get rid of at home. Then I looked up into her eyes with fear in mine, which I knew she could see. "I'll take detention." I whispered.

"No, you'll give me the paper." Miss King replied and extended her hand.

I thought about tearing it up. I could surely outrun her and dispose of it where it would never be found, if I could escape. "Please?" I whispered as I angrily wiped a tear from my cheek.

She didn't move her hand or say another word, but the message was clear.

"It isn't..." I stammered, "please don't."

"Carrie, you are the best student I have ever had." Miss King smiled softly. "Hand me the paper and sit down. You have cheerleading after school if I am not mistaken, so you aren't going to miss a bus."

I squeezed my left hand tightly, wishing I could somehow crush the balled up paper into dust. "Miss King..." I whispered. "Please, I beg you, please don't do this." And the tears began to fall.

Miss King looked so sad. She turned away from me and walked to the door, and I thought she was going to let me go and I felt a wave of relief roll over me. I could hear the kids laughing and talking in the echoing halls, running back and forth towards freedom. And she closed the door and locked it.

"I'm sorry Carrie. Show me the paper and I will decide whether to call the counselor." Miss King told me.

"This isn't fair." I wept. "You know it isn't."

"Carrie, I want to help you." Miss King said. "Sit down." n I fell into my chair and held the crumpled page for dear life. I could not let her see it. Especially now. My God, they would put me in therapy.

Miss King walked to the other door and turned the lock so we would be uninterrupted. She pulled a chair up next to me and held her hand out expectantly again.

I saw no way out, so I handed her the crumpled page. I turned away from her immediately, staring at the wall and waiting for the words of disgust. Miss King unraveled the page and spread it out on the desk. I refused to look at it, I had seen it once and the image would be in my mind forever.

"Okay Carrie." Miss King said softly. "Let's go downstairs and see Mrs. Lane. I'll stay with you if you want?"

I turned to her, this teacher who I respected and adored, this, my favorite teacher ever in my favorite class ever and I glared at her. "I hate you."

She looked genuinely hurt, and I immediately felt horrible, but the anger in me, that red spot was there now. I have cried too much, and when my tears ducts are dried out, it seems I convert to anger. And so, here I was in the anger zone.

"You probably already regret saying that Carrie." Miss King offered softly. "And when you are ready to apologize, you are already forgiven, you don't need to tell me." She smiled sadly. "Let's go. I know it isn't fair that I get pieces of you that you would never disclose. And even if it wasn't my responsibility as a teacher, I would do this anyway Carrie. I like you very much. You are very special and I hate seeing you in this much pain."

"Let's wait a few minutes for the hallway to clear out. Do you want me to stay with you?" She asked it again. 

"Whatever." I mumbled. Isn't Whatever the coolest word? It means, you are making me do this shit and you have authority over me and I don't want to do it at all and you are making me do it and fuck you, but yeah, I'm going to do it because I have to. Well, maybe that is a lot of interpretation for three syllables. 

A few weak attempts at conversation by Miss King later and we were walking down to see Mrs Lane again. I had stopped crying by now and gone fully into the anger stage, where I intended to be emotionless and as withdrawn as possible the second we set foot in that room. As we made the final approach to the offices where the counselor would try to get me to go to some group therapy on being a lesbian, I tried one last thing.

"What if..." I tried to phrase this in a way to sell it. "Couldn't I just talk to you about it and leave her out of it?"

Miss King took my hand and squeezed it gently and I was thinking how easy that was. Then she shook her head no and I went back into withdrawn mode again. "Sorry Carrie, I'm not qualified to help you. I wish it were that simple."

And of course, I answered with the most intelligent thing I could come up with at the moment, "Whatever."

We entered the office and it seems Mrs. Lane was expecting us, though I hadn't seen Miss King call her and I kind of wondered when this had been set up. It obviously had nothing to do with that disgusting drawing I had made. No, this was probably about coming to class late and dressing like a slut. 

Mrs Lane stood up and smiled at me. "Carrie, it's good to see you again."

Good to see me again. I almost laughed. I certainly did not share the sentiment. I plummeted into a chair and gave her the silent treatment.

"Do you mind if I stay?" Miss King asked. I assumed she was asking Mrs Lane. I had already given my non-committal "whatever".

"For the moment." Mrs. Lane replied and I heard Miss King take a seat behind me as Mrs. Lane circled her desk and pulled a chair up right in front of mine.

"Would you like to start Carrie or shall I?" Mrs Lane said as I stared at my shoes.

"Whatever." I answered.

"Okay. I'll start. I have gotten reports from several of your teachers that you have been distracted in class. You have been showing up late. You have been disorganized and your grades have been suffering. If it were not out of character for you, we wouldn't have a problem. But, it is and your teachers care about you. I care about you. We want to help you."

Silence. Did she expect a response? 

"Carrie, if you don't talk to me, I will have no choice but to spend time with you every day until you do. I know that seems harsh, but you are obviously going through a great deal right now and we need to find a solution. It is not something we can or want to ignore. I know you are eighteen and an adult and probably think we can't make you do anything. And I don't want to make you do anything. I want you to work with me to help you out of whatever the problem is that is causing you so much distress. Or at least help you to find tools to deal with it on your own." "Whatever." I replied.

"Okay Carrie." Mrs Lane sighed. "Unfortunately, Art is an elective and while it is your favorite class, or so I have been led to believe, it is the one I can infringe upon the easiest. So from now on you will spend seventh period with me and you will be here on time or I will make up the time after school. Your extracurricular activities are suspended until such time as you are ready to talk to me. So, no more cheerleading."

I raised my eyes in fear at this. Would I be in trouble for getting kicked off the cheerleading squad? I better say something. "Please don't do this." I whispered.

"I'm sorry, but you give me no choice. This is my job Carrie, to look out for the mental health of the students here and while you aren't the only one I will deal with, you are one that your teachers unanimously agree needs assistance. You might not think that they care about you, but they do. In fact, I have seldom had so many concerns voiced about a single student by so many of the faculty."

"Listen, I..." I started. "Yes, I have some things going on right now that suck. It will be over soon and my life can go back to normal. I'm sorry I caused so much concern and I'll study harder. I didn't know my grades were suffering so badly. I'll do better I promise. Please, just give me some more time to work it out. It's almost over."

"Sorry Carrie, that isn't good enough." Mrs Lane replied.

"Carrie?" Miss King interrupted. "Is someone abusing you?"

I choked. "What?!" I turned to look at her. 

"Talk to us Carrie. We can help you. If you need to be moved out of your house, we can do that. Is someone abusing you?" Miss King expanded.

"No!" They wanted to take me from my home? "No, oh God, no. I am fine. I am just very confused with my sexuality right now. I swear, it's nothing bad. I can work this out alone. It isn't anything to be concerned about, I promise. I'll do better. I'll stop being late and unattentive. Please, don't take me away from my mom!" I nearly screamed.

"Carrie." Mrs Lane spoke softly. "We aren't trying to take you away from your home unless you are being abused there. But if that is the case, you have to understand, this is not your fault. Nobody should be in an abusive relationship, even with their own parents."

I looked into her eyes. She thought I was being abused at home? "Okay, look. I'm in a fucked up relationship with some girls and it will be over soon. I am working hard to get it over. It has nothing to do with where I live or with my family. Please believe me."

"I believe you." Mrs Lane said softly. "Who are these girls? Girls here at school?"

Damnit. She got me talking. I screwed up. "Kind of. Look, it isn't what you think. It isn't abusive, it's just I've been doing some things that I've never done and it is all new and a little confusing. I don't want to talk about my sex life. It really is personal. Please, just let me work through it, I swear you won't hear any more complaints. I will be better."

"Carrie. It isn't about the complaints. You aren't a bad kid. You aren't acting up. You are just very different suddenly and it is people that care about you that have informed me of this. If it was a disciplinary or strictly scholastic matter, I wouldn't be involved. This is more about you, a young woman who is having a major transitional issue in her life and we want to help you get through it." Mrs Lane offered.

"Okay. I'll do your therapy. Please don't take me away from my home." I cried. "And please let me stay in Miss King's class. I ... " I sobbed. "It's the one thing I look forward to at the end of every day."

"Okay Carrie, I'll tell you what," Mrs Lane offered, "You meet me after school for a half hour every day and go to the group counseling once a week and I'll let you stay in Miss King's art class since I see how important that is to you. I'll call your mom and let her know what is happening."

My mom? Oh God no. "Please, don't call her." I whispered.

"Carrie. Your mom needs to know what is going on. Maybe you should tell her, it might help." Mrs. Lane interjected.

I looked up at her. "She'll send me to my Dad. Please, please, if you really care about me, don't call my mom. She can't handle it. Please, I'll do whatever you want. I'll skip class or stay after school or whatever, group therapy, I don't care, but please please don't call my mother." I begged.

"Carrie, I have to call your mother, it is required. I'm sorry that you think that is a bad thing. Maybe she will surprise you. If you want, I can bring her in here so the three of us can discuss it together. But I have to tell her."

"You don't understand." I wept. "She can't handle it. She can't handle issues. I'll open up, I swear, I'll tell you if you know, there is some privileged thing, like you can't tell anyone else or whatever, but if you involve my mom, I'm not telling you anything. I swear, I will not tell you anything."

Mrs Lane smiled at me sadly. "I think you should leave Miss King. Unless there is something you wanted to add before you go."




Darla's Games Day 13



Miss King touched my shoulder softly. "There is this." She said and handed Mrs Lane the wrinkled paper from art class. "Carrie, you would be surprised at what a mother will do and I think it is a big mistake for you to think her incapable of dealing with your issues. She loves you, she has to, she's your mother." And she squeezed my shoulder gently and excused herself from the room as I watched Mrs. Lane's eyes widen at the image on the page.

"It doesn't mean anything." I whispered in the long silence that followed the closing of the door. "It's just a drawing."

Three hours later, my mother was driving me home. I had begged. I had pleaded. I had cried. It didn't matter one bit to that bitch who needed to "help" me.

"What's going on Carrie?" She asked as soon as she got my silent ass in the car.

"Nothing mom. I swear." I answered quietly.

"Give me one good reason not to send you to your father."

"He hates me." I said.

"Oh my God Carrie, your father does not hate you. He loves you. I know I complain about him and 'her', but he is a good man. Well, except for leaving us for 'her'."

Yeah, 'her' had a name, but don't try to get my mom to use it. "Mom. Please, all my friends are here. I don't want to go to live with Dad." I figured it best not to even mention 'her'.

"Well, I am thinking maybe you need to get away from your friends for awhile. All of a sudden you have these new friends and you are going out every weekend and not doing well in school. You are dressing like a tramp. You have those disgusting hennas on your wrists. I think it is time for a change." She knew about the tats? Damn. She never said anything.

"Please mom!" I begged and the silent treatment was over. "Please, if you love me, don't send me away. I'll be better. I'll be good I swear. Please give me another chance!"

She looked at me sadly. "Carrie. I love you, you have no idea how much I am going to miss you. You are the best thing in my life. But you are going to stay with your dad for awhile. How long is up to you. I already talked to him and he is coming over tonight to take you back with him. We are going to leave you at your school for now, but if things don't change, you are going to have to change schools."

"We both love you very much. You are a great kid and you are going through something that I can't fix right now for whatever reason. You are going to spend your weekends at home and come straight home after school. If your grades and your attitude get back on track, then we will start letting you go out again with friends that we meet. You have been lying to me. You have been far too liberal with my lenience lately and changes need to be made or you will end up failing out of school and doing God knows what with your life."

"I am not going to let you throw away your life for whatever phase you are going through." She finished.

Phase? Laughable. What was going to happen now? I guess, at least, this would get me away from Darla. Maybe.

"Mom, please don't do this. I love you. I want to stay with you. I swear I'll be better." Broken record? Well, I was desperate.

"Sorry Carrie, it's done." She said with a sob. I could tell she didn't really want to do this. I'm guessing dear old Dad came to the rescue and convinced her it was the right thing to do. 

"Why does everyone hate me?" I whispered, not really for her ears, but based on her sob, I know she heard me.

The rest of the ride home was a monologue on how I was to be respectful to my father and 'her' and spend my time improving my grades. I really didn't think my grades could have dropped that much in two weeks. A quiz here and there, a few projects maybe, but no major tests. Great thing my school was so proactive, if sarcasm translates into that last statement.

I just cried until I had no more tears and went back to being angry at the world. Once home, I stomped into the house and up the stairs and slammed the door shut. I looked into the camera as I entered the room, my face a red blotchy mess and screamed "I hope you are happy!"

I threw myself on the bed, without undressing and found those tear ducts had refilled. At some point, I sobbed myself to sleep.

I was awakened by a soft knock at the door. "Carrie? Can I come in?" It was Dad.

I mumbled, "It's not locked."

The door opened and my father walked in and sat on the bed next to me. "Pumpkin, it's going to be okay. I know you don't want to come with me. I wish I had been a better father through the divorce, but I'm hoping you'll change your mind when we get there."

"I have a surprise waiting for you when we get there." He added when I didn't respond.

"You broke up with Kelly?" I asked hopefully, though I knew this wasn't the case. It had the desired effect of making my dad uncomfortable though.

"Carrie. Please don't make this harder than it has to be. I love Kelly very much. I know that probably doesn't make a lot of sense to you, how I could leave you and your mom for her, but sometimes people fall out of love and then find new love with someone else. I never stopped loving you. It just seemed better to let your mom keep you."

"Whatever." Great word, all time favorite right now. "I need boxes."

"Carrie, we need to talk." 

Great. Let's bring you up to date on the last six years of my life while you were busy with 'her'. I thought it, I didn't say it.

"Dad, this is stupid." I sat up next to him. "My whole life is here. Why are you going to take me now?"

"I know pumpkin. I understand this is very rough on you. Believe me, a part of me agrees with you that this is not the right time to uproot your life. But, sweetheart, you are into something bad, I can tell. I don't know Carrie, are you doing drugs? It isn't the end of the world, but I never thought you would be one to give into peer pressure."

"Oh my God Dad. I'm NOT doing drugs! I'm just having a hard time with some things and it will be over soon, I promise. Please just let me stay here and work it out."

"Sorry Carrie, that is not going to happen. Maybe we should talk back at your new home." He got up and started for the closet. 

"What are you doing?" I asked as he started pulling an arm load of clothes on the hangars and carrying them downstairs.

"I'll bring up some boxes." He said. And he left with the first of many trips to his SUV.

I helped. I didn't want him packing my underwear for one thing, especially since I had none. I slipped some secret things in under stacks of clothes and helped him and my mom move me out of my home. My home. Not my house, but the only home I had known for as long as I could remember. I cried more tears as I left. I hugged my mom and begged her again not to make me leave, but they had decided and she wasn't changing her mind. She was crying too.

"Carrie," my Dad started in when we got in the car and started driving to his house. "I know you think this is terrible, but give it a chance please. Give me a chance. I know I haven't been there for you and that is my fault and my greatest regret. You are an adult now. You are a strong and wonderful young woman now and it is all due to your mom. I'd like to get to know you. I want to help you through whatever it is you are going through. I know I'm your dad, but believe it or not, I was young once and went through a lot of things. So did your mom. High school is tough, and I'm sure more so for a girl."

"Dad. I'm having sex! Okay?! It isn't the end of the world! I'm still a virgin, but I'm having sex and it has changed things. I'm not being bad. I'm not stealing or doing drugs. I'm just having ..." 

This made my dad quite uncomfortable. I knew it would. "Sweetheart, it's okay to have sex. I had sex in high school. So did your mom. We aren't judging you. We just think you are in over your head or maybe you have questions that you are afraid to ask. Just look at this as a break, a chance to get to know me and Kelly for awhile. You might actually enjoy yourself."

Silence. Parents don't seem to understand that sometimes it is a good thing. 

"And maybe you should spend some time with Kelly. She is closer to your age than your mom and maybe you can open up to her easier."

I groaned. It did not go unnoticed and really wasn't intended to go unnoticed.

"Carrie, please give her a chance. She isn't going to try to replace your mom."

I cut him off. "Good, because she is NOT my mother."

"Carrie, please don't give her a hard time. She isn't the bad one here, it was me that left. Kelly is very smart and very fun. You will like her if you give her a chance."

"Dad, she is your girlfriend. Of course you think she is smart and fun. And she is the reason I haven't seen you more than a few times a year for the past six years, so don't expect me to be best friends all of a sudden."

"Princess..." My father was trying to stay calm, but I could sense that I was going to push him too far soon, so I decided to let up a bit. "Are you hungry?"

I suddenly realized that I was. We pulled into a chain that I will not advertise since it wasn't my first choice. Still, the food was pretty good and the server was very nice.

"So, you want to tell me what is going on?" My dad asked after we ordered our dinner.

I looked into his eyes. He looked so old now. I mean I have seen my Dad at least once a month for the past six years and even went on a week of vacation three times with just me and him. Kelly had to stay home those times, not that it bothered me in the least. "Dad, I'm a lesbian."

His eyes widened a bit at that. I'm sure it's nothing that any parent ever wants to hear. I'm sure from the day we are born, our parents picture this perfect future of spouse and children and happily ever after. 

Silence. Golden silence. 

"Well, I guess that would explain a lot then." He took a sip of his iced tea. "Does your mother know?"

"I don't think so. At least, well, yeah, she probably knows, but we haven't discussed it." I answered.

"Carrie, it's okay. There is really nothing wrong with being a ... lesbian." He practically whispered the word lesbian and I laughed.

"I guess it is a bit of a shock." My dad laughed with me.

"So, did you just find this out a couple weeks ago?" He asked.

"Yeah, I never really had any inclinations in that direction before. But I guess it makes sense. Most of my guy relationships never worked out or lasted very long." I shared. Why was I sharing with the deserter?

"Anyway..." I pushed on, the door being open now. "I think I love this one girl. I don't know. It's difficult since we can't really be open and monogamous." Damn, that probably wasn't a good thing to say.

His eyes widened again. "Why can't you be open and monogamous?" He was trying to reserve judgment, but it was written on his face. Yeah, Dad, by the way, I'm a lesbian slut.

"Well, it's complicated. I'm not ready to come out to the whole school and she isn't able to be the only one in my life because of some other girls that we are involved with, but I think we love each other, it just isn't easy right now."

"Umm, Carrie, how many girls are you involved with?" My dad asked with a slightly redder face.

"Oh, well, I guess just two of them really, I mean kind of with a few others, but I guess it is primarily just my girlfriend and the other girl, but she is bisexual." Well, there is Jill, Sue, Darla, Rachel, Jacki, and the entire cheerleading squad, but that does sound a bit like a slut. I giggled at what my dad would think of that. This was not funny, but messing with my dad was pretty hilarious.

"Well, why can't the two of you be exclusive? Is she in a relationship with this other girl?" My dad followed up. I guess it was rather confusing.

Well, you see Dad, I'm being blackmailed into being this lesbo slut to about fifteen girls, some of whom are significantly older than me. And, oh yeah, forgot to mention, I'm going to be sucking dicks through a glory hole Friday night if that is okay. Can I borrow your car? Once again, in my head, not out of my lips.

"Well, sort of. Like I said, it's complicated." I answered, hoping he could accept that complicated meant I wasn't willing to go into the details.

"I'm not stupid and I do have time." My father pressed.

"I'll give you the time thing." I laughed. And was glad that he laughed with me and didn't take it as though I was being mean.

"Well, it's this rather ..." How the hell do you describe Courtney? "There is this girl and she is really gorgeous and rich and I kind of broke her nose so I owe her. And there is still Farin, who knows about it and she is kind of okay with it, but then she has had this secret crush on me for ages and told me about it and things kind of happened the first time, I mean it was my first time..."

He looked utterly and completely lost. "You broke a girl's nose?"

"Yeah, well, she kind of deserved it. Well, that isn't exactly fair... She didn't deserve it so much as I took it out on her some of my frustrations at the time. So, I apologized and I'm kind of making it up to her while her nose heals up." I laughed. 

I thought, yeah, I'm going down on her every day, fingering her every day in class, getting spanked by her maid. You know, whatever it takes. I'm so glad my dad can't read minds.

"So, I'm kind of in a relationship with two girls, which makes it hard to really get the one girl relationship off the ground." I finally wrapped up just as the appetizers arrived.

I suddenly remembered something. I hadn't checked my phone in ages. I bet there were messages, if not phone calls. "Umm, excuse me for a second Dad, be right back." I got up and departed for the bathroom.

Sure enough, I had messages from Farin and Darla. Far more surprising were the ones from Jill and Julie. I didn't recall either of them having the number. 

I HEARD YOU GOT DRUG INTO THE SCHOOL SHRINK TODAY CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS AND DON'T SAY A WORD -- Darla

CARRIE, YOU MISSED PRACTICE REBECCA IS PISSED EVEN MORE THAN USUAL -- Farin

CARRIE, YOU HAVE MY NUMBER NOW HANDLE THIS HOWEVER YOU FEEL IS BEST CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING -- Jill

MISSED YOU TONIGHT TOMORROW NIGHT THEN? -- Courtney

LITTLE GIRL YOU NEED TO CALL ME NOW -- Darla

And then there were voice messages and missed calls. Five from Darla, two from Rebecca, one from Courtney and seven from Julie. I didn't want to cry in the restaurant. As much as I needed to talk to Julie, this was not the place for that call. The rest of them could go to hell. Well, except Jill.

JILL, PLEASE LET THE POSSE KNOW I AM ALIVE AND WELL MY FATHER HAS TAKEN ME AWAY I'LL LET YOU KNOW MORE LATER PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO JULIE I WOULD RATHER TELL HER MYSELF BUT I'M IN A RESTAURANT WITH MY DAD RIGHT NOW AND IT ISN'T THE RIGHT PLACE FOR TEARS - CARRIE

I sent the message and decided to go ahead and use the bathroom while I was in here. The reply, though, was immediate.

CARRIE, FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND DO WHAT MAKES THINGS RIGHT BY YOU DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE REST OF US BITCHES WE WILL DEAL WITH THE FALLOUT TAKE CARE OF YOU AND ONLY YOU CALL ME IF YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY AND INCLINATION TO DO SO -- JILL P.S. CONGRATULATIONS ON THE NINE DAYS YOU WON BACK TODAY DARLA IS A TERRIBLE GAMBLER

I laughed my ass off. I couldn't help it. 

ALL GAMES ARE ON HOLD DEAL WITH YOUR LIFE -- JILL

Now that was a relief. 

I looked in the mirror and wished I had some make up because I looked like crap. One more thing.

THANKS FOR THE BREAK HOW LONG IS IT? -- CARRIE

YOU CAN HAVE TOMORROW OFF BUT IT DOESN'T COUNT TOWARDS YOUR TIME -- JILL

CALL ME IF YOU NEED MORE THAN A DAY BUT YOU WILL NEED TO CONVINCE ME -- JILL

Whatever!

I joined my dad and we finished our meal and conversation with him probably more confused than ever and me well fed. We finished the drive to my dad's house. In total, he lived about an hour away from my... erm... mom's house. Which meant he lived an hour away from my school and most importantly Julie. When we arrived at his larger home, I got out and we both grabbed an arm full of clothes and headed to the door.

Oh joy of joys, Kelly was waiting to greet us. She gave my dad a big kiss and me an unwanted hug, but I couldn't push her away because my arms were full. "Oh Carrie! We are so glad you are coming to stay with us for awhile."

I guess I should describe Kelly. Kelly is 'chipper'. I know, that isn't a term you EVER use, but it describes her very well. Happy little girl all the time, so perky and cheerful, you just want to strangle her. She is gorgeous. I don't know how the hell my dad ended up with her to be honest. I mean he's a good looking guy I guess, but between the age gap and the fact that she is just so... 'chipper'.

You would think she would have settled down with her high school quarterback. She was 28 now, but at the time she started boinking my dad, she was only like 21 or 22. Neither mom nor I know exactly when they began their affair. We only know she was 22 when he left us for her. Anyway, she is not on my list of favorite people in the world.

"Come on, you are going to love your room!" She chirped and led the way upstairs. For whatever wasteful reason, they had a pretty big house for just the two of them. I followed upstairs, my father offering a reproachful glare at my bubbly impersonation of his girlfriend as I bounced up the stairs, exaggeratedly swinging my head and ass.

She led me to the largest of the bedrooms, besides the master suite of course, and dramatically paused at the door, with her hand on the knob. "Ready?" She smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes. Did she think I was still 12?

She pushed the door open and I did actually gasp. It was horrible. It was horrendous. It was... perfect.

I had a HUGE bed. It was a big king size four poster and it had these semi-transparent drapes all around it. There was a huge mirrored dresser, a night stand, a roll top desk and chair and an entertainment center. This was not mismatched stuff either. It was gorgeous. My eyes were wide as they have been since I was a kid at Christmas. This was too much!

"Oh my God!" I shouted and dropped the clothes and dove onto the bed like a little kid. 

Kelly laughed at me and my dad was laughing too. 

"Dad this is insane! Why would you do this?" I exclaimed.

"Tell her the best part John." Kelly smiled at me and God help me I couldn't hate her right then. "It was your idea Kelly, take her down and show her yourself." John, err Dad replied as he headed to the closet to hang up the clothes he was carrying.

Kelly came over to the bed and took my hand. "You ready for the surprise of a lifetime?" She giggled.

"I doubt it." I laughed.

She pulled me to my feet and half ran with me down the stairs. I followed her to the kitchen and thought they were going to give me a cake or something stupid and she started opening the door to the garage and she put her hand over my eyes and I felt ridiculous and I heard her flip the light switch on and she said "Surprise!" and took her hand away to reveal a brand new, bright red Mustang convertible.

"You are shitting me." I said.

Kelly laughed. "I'm glad your dad didn't hear you say that." She handed me the keys. "Mind if I ride with you?"

I think I was having a minor heart attack. This did not happen to me. I could not believe my dad had the money to buy me a car, much less a brand new convertible Mustang. "I don't know what to say." I gasped.

"Say you love it." Kelly laughed.

"I do." I stammered. "I love it." Maybe I was selling my soul to the devil here. Maybe this was a huge betrayal of my mom. But, wow, I would NEVER ride the bus again.

And then I did it. I gave the ultimate betrayal of my own mother and I hugged 'her'.

I yelled back through the door. "DAD! I LOVE IT!"

My dad appeared in the kitchen and smiled at me. "Consider it an advance of your graduation present."




Darla's Games Day 14



I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I stretched out in my HUGE FREAKING BED. (God I love saying that) and rolled over to turn it off. It didn't take too long to get dressed. Even though the clock wasn't running on Darla's games today, I still didn't own any underwear. I thought about borrowing some from Kelly, but that would require explanation and be kind of weird.

So, I went into my bathroom and enjoyed a nice hot shower. I shaved everything out of habit. I went to my room, dressed in the longest denim skirt I could find and the thickest polo shirt. Then I slipped on some strapped two inch heels and, grabbing my new cell phone, headed down to breakfast. I had the old one too, and hoped to return that to Darla.

Dad and Kelly were there eating breakfast and I joined them happily. They had a really nice spread, but I had a piece of unbuttered toast and a banana and some orange juice and they questioned my dietary habits. "Dad, I'm not going to get fat to keep you happy." I laughed.

Everything was kind of good. It was weird. I should have felt miserable, I had hated this constant threat of sending me here for years. And now, it really wasn't so bad at all.

"Carrie, a few things." My dad said as he finished his second cup of coffee. "Cars need gas, so you are going to have to get a part time job if you don't want to switch schools."

I cringed. Okay, here is where things are going to start getting tough. I have to get a job?!

"Here is forty dollars, that should get you through the weekend." He handed me two twenty dollar bills. "While you are here, you need to come straight home from school unless you have my permission to do otherwise. I will tell you now, cheerleading is done. The school already took it away, it wasn't me so don't give me that look. Maybe they will let you back on the squad if you get your grades back up."

"As to going out, you are allowed to go out with Julie and I will want verification that you are with her if you decide to do so. I heard about you lying to your mom." He acknowledged my groan. "Sorry young lady, you are eighteen and it's time to learn some responsibility. Kelly is not a maid and neither am I. You will help with the laundry and dishes and keep your own room clean. Nobody picks up after anyone else around here."

"As far as dating goes, it is okay if they come here and we meet them. Carrie, stop groaning. I want the who's, where's and how longs every time, no excuses. The first time I don't know where you are and who you are with is the last time. You lose the car. And you will show me or Kelly your homework every night before bed. Your cell phone is not unlimited, don't abuse it."

"Now, go have a great day." He smiled.

I smiled back and gave him a hug and a kiss. I looked at Kelly and decided what the hell and gave her a hug too on my way out to my BRAND NEW CAR!!!! One thing I never really learned about was rush hour. I never had my own car and I could get to school through back roads. So, it surprised me to be sitting in traffic on the highway. I was glad I got an early start so Julie and I could cruise around for awhile before school. But, it ended up I just got there in time after an hour and a half on the road. 

I pulled in front of Julie's house and honked the horn. I thought of going to the door, but I thought this would be more dramatic. I honked and honked and honked like an idiot. People were looking at me, but I didn't really care. Finally, Julie and her mom came to the door to see what all the commotion was and I opened the door and stood next to the car and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

They looked annoyed until they saw me and then Mrs Petrili laughed and went back inside and Julie ran her cute ass over to me and we grabbed each other's arms and jumped up and down like fools.

"No fucking way!" Julie yelled.

"MINE!" I screamed.

"No fucking way!" Julie screamed louder.

"Get your ass in my car bitch!" I laughed.

"Let me grab my bag." Julie ran into the house and came out in a few seconds with her book bag and threw it in the back seat. 

"Too cold for the top down I guess." Julie smiled.

"Yeah, besides, it would mess up our hair." I grinned back.

"Want to skip school?" Julie asked wide eyed.

"Oh my God! Now you want to skip school?" I laughed. "I would, but my dad would pull the car in a second."

"Buckle up babe, this thing is fast." I warned and put it in reverse and checking both ways, squealed wheels and slid the front of the car a little when I backed up. Then I put it in first and left tread marks in front of Julie's house. I hoped her mom wouldn't be mad.

"Slow down you crazy bitch, you are going to get a ticket or something." Julie laughed. 

I was careful not to speed too much. I mean, I couldn't really help it on the long straight of ways where I could clearly see no sign of police cars, but for the most part, I kept it under sixty on the thirty mile per hour roads. "So, I guess living with dad has its perks." Julie said.

"Yeah, you have to come see my bedroom Jules. My bed is like a California King or something. It's huge."

"Umm, are you propositioning me slut?" Julie giggled.

I blushed, I hadn't even been thinking about ... that. 

"I'm totally fucking with you Carrie. Jesus whore, get a hold of yourself."

I laughed. "So, about yesterday."

"Yeah. Look, I know it was rough on you, but damn Carrie, I didn't know if you had been kidnapped or killed, just a little courtesy call next time okay?"

"Yeah, I know, that was kind of shitty. I didn't even think about my phone until I was on my way to my dad's house and it just didn't seem like the right time to call."

It got quiet for a minute. "I'm going to miss you." I started crying.

"Carrie, stop, you are going to wreck your new car. You aren't going to miss me. I mean, you aren't going to switch schools or something stupid like that are you?"

"I don't know. I don't know what is going to happen or how long. I am totally out of control and have no say in what is going on."

"Carrie. Your dad is not going to pull you out of school in your senior year. Nobody is that big of a dick. Stop crying Carrie, seriously, pull over!"

I pulled to the side of the road and wiped my eyes. "Sorry. I love the car, but hate ... well, you can't ever tell my mom this, but Kelly is kinda cool."

"So, what's the problem then?" Julie asked.

"I am not home! Yeah, its great, their house is bigger, my bed is huge, this car is incredible. But, it's like the first time I haven't had you within a block of me. And, well, I hoped to not have this until next fall and it's starting to hit me."

"Oh my God Carrie, you are a fucking idiot!" Julie screamed at me. "So, what do you think, after high school we are never going to see each other again? You think once we go to different colleges we won't ever speak? You think once we graduate and get jobs we won't have lunches together? You think once we marry and have kids we won't get them together to play? You are growing old with me you stupid whore. We always planned that! I will hunt your dumb ass down if you try to change it."

I started laughing. Julie started laughing. And I cleaned my face a little and we headed to school.

"God Carrie you really are mental sometimes. But I love you." Julie said as we pulled into the parking lot.

"Where you going to park?" Julie asked as we drove up front to show off.

"As close as possible." I smiled and honked my horn a lot.

For the next few minutes, Julie and I were the closest thing to celebrities. We were in the hottest car at school and it was MINE. Julie and I leaned against it and posed for pictures. The cheerleaders went absolutely nuts. Our friends screamed like they were at a rock concert. It was the longest fifteen seconds of fame I had ever had.

Finally, we had to park and we moved the car to the lot, carefully placing it out of door range of the neighboring vehicles. We got out and strutted, yes my bitches, we strutted across the parking lot.

I felt awesome. It was way overdue for me to feel this good.

Not only this, but there would be no Darla's games today. I could be me for the first time in way too long. 

Julie and I strutted to class. We had the hottest car in school and our celebrity status continued in the hallway when people were congratulating me on my new car. 

We walked into class and it was like I never became a cheerleader. Gina, Cat, Sarah and Jen all crowded around for the details on how I got the car and Julie was every bit as much in the spotlight as I was. It was like this nightmare had never happened and life was back to normal. We started planning senior week, like the last two weeks never happened. I was happy. I should have known better.

When the bell rang and our teacher told us for the second time to take our seats, we were all smiles and laughs. That was when my first cell phone buzzed. I looked at the phone and it was a message from Darla.

I KNOW SOMETHING WENT DOWN LAST NIGHT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT NO GAMES TODAY GLAD ABOUT THAT SINCE YOU GOT NINE OFF YESTERDAY YOUR 24 HOUR REPRIEVE ENDS AT THE END OF SCHOOL TODAY MEET ME OUTSIDE AT YOUR NEW CAR -- DARLA

Damn, thought I had the whole day off. Well, at least this school day was going to rock. I paid attention in class for the first time in so long I nearly wept at the joy of it.

At the end of first period, Julie grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "You so deserve this Carrie. See you in Social Studies."

We left the classroom together and left on our separate ways. When I went into the math class, the cheerleaders all squealed and ran up to me and we jumped up and down together. I was so happy. 

When the bell rang and we finally took our seats, Courtney was on my right, Farin on my left. Courtney tuned towards me and spread her thighs wide and pointedly looked down at her crotch. I laughed at her. "Not today Court, I got the day off."

She leaned into me and whispered into my ear. "I thought you owed me?"

I looked at her. She smiled. I whispered, "Court, please, cut me some slack today, I'll make it up to you. I just really need this one day."

She stopped smiling for a second. Then she smiled again. "Yeah, go ahead, have your day."

I squeezed her hand and whispered "Thank you."

And the day was wonderful. No games. No torments. Even Rebecca left me alone.

I made every class on time and I participated and I felt normal.

After gym, I reluctantly went to see Mrs Lane, as I had been instructed. She was waiting for me and gave me a few moments to settle down into my seat before beginning to shrink my head. 

"I understand you had a great deal of change in your life last night Carrie." The pretty blonde began.

I guess I was smiling, because she gave me a smile in acknowledgement. "Well, yes. Some good, some bad. It was like I told you it would be, my mom sent me to live with my dad."

"I see. And your father gave you the new car that everyone is so excited about?" Mrs. Lane pressed.

"Well, yes. Apparently..." and I realized, I was about to open up to this woman. How could she have gotten me here this easily? Better make her work for it or she'd be writing a book about how talented she is at getting teens to talk.

"What I mean to say is, I like the car, but I had to move out of my mother's house. I had to move an hour away from school and my best friend. Dad and Kelly have been very nice, I guess making up for the last six years. It's great to have the car and the nice bedroom, but it still sucks. A lot." I finished, hoping to make her feel bad for forcing this on me. She showed no sign of getting my intended anger.

"I understand you made it to all your classes on time and looked more relaxed today than you have seemed in awhile. According to your teachers that I spoke to." Mrs. Lane said. If she only knew the reason I was so relaxed was that I didn't have to play any of Darla's games today.

"Yeah, so can I go back to art class now?" I don't know why I felt like being pissy about it, I was actually in a pretty great mood.

"Let's see how the rest of the week goes." Mrs. Lane suggested. "How do you like school Carrie?"

I actually always did like school before I met Darla and had Rebecca and Courtney to contend with. "I like it." I offered.

"How do you like this school?" she asked.

With the emphasis on this like she had just done, I was rather fish mouthed for a moment. You know, like opening and closing my lips for a few seconds, like a fish trying to breathe water when it is pulled up into air. "I love this school Mrs. Lane. Please don't try to make me switch schools." I did become a bit more polite with that comment. I wasn't sure if she had the power to make me change schools, but I knew I didn't want to do it.

"I have no intention of making you switch schools Carrie, I just wanted to make sure there are no problems with any of the students here that is detracting from your enjoyment of school." She assured me. "However, it is a reality that transferring would significantly lower your driving time and I'm sure you would make new friends at a new school quite easily."

I started breathing faster. I could feel my chest rising and falling and the blood pumping into my ears. I looked Mrs. Lane in the eyes to beg her. "Please don't Mrs. Lane. All my friends are here. My whole life is here. I do not want to switch schools. It's my senior year!"

Mrs. Lane studied me silently for a moment and then offered a nice smile. "Carrie, I was only making a suggestion. I'm not trying to push you to decide either way. You are right, it is your senior year and I think it best you stay and deal with your situation." Mrs. Lane said kindly.

"Would you like to talk about your current situation?" Mrs. Lane then added.

"Wh-what situation?" I asked, a bit confused and concerned about what she might be implying.

"Well, let's start with what happened to change your attitude at school. Was it just discovering that you might be interested in women as opposed to men or was there something else that initiated these recent changes?"

"I..." did she know something? I couldn't imagine she did or she would be a bit more forthcoming. Who knows? Maybe she would call the cops and get me out of this mess. I thought about opening up, but that would just bring too many follow up questions and what the hell would Darla do to me then? Jill said she could make people disappear, I didn't want to find out if that was true. I guess the concern on my face showed and Mrs. Lane broke the long silence.

"Carrie, anything you say to me is confidential. Nobody would ever know. Is there someone coercing you into doing things you don't want to do? Are you afraid of someone? Your parents and I are here to help you. We want to help you."

"What are you talking about?!" I said a bit louder than I felt. I needed to get this woman off the track she was on. "Look, I don't know what you think, but my relationship with Fa..." I caught myself before I gave her Farin's name. "My relationship is completely consensual. Sure, we have had problems, but who doesn't? There is no coercion or fear or whatever it is you are thinking. I love her and she wants me to be open about it and I'm not ready to be the school's gossip by coming out in public. I am fine. I was fine. I will be fine. I don't need or want this conversation with you." Maybe a bit over the edge there, but I was starting to feel backed into a corner and needed to create some space.

"I see." Mrs. Lane answered. "Well, Carrie, I know how difficult it must be for you right now, particularly if your girlfriend is pressuring you to come out with her to the whole school. Is she publicly lesbian? Does the school populous know about her preferences for women?"

"I don't know. Some people do. And some people know about me too. I told my best friend and she flipped out on me when I told her. If she reacted like that, can you imagine what other people would say about me?"

"Yes, I suppose I can imagine that. Carrie, you shouldn't feel pressured to tell the world about your sexual preferences. It is certainly true that it is nobody's business but your own and as long as you and your girlfriend are happy, then that is all that matters. High school is a tough place to be different, I understand that. And it is only for another eight months and you will find college and the rest of your life to be much more open and accepting of differences in behavior. However, I really do think it would be good for you and even your girlfriend to attend some group counseling meetings with other gay and lesbian high school students. I can get you in for next Wednesday evening if you like."

"I don't want to. I don't want to go professing my sexual preferences to a bunch of ... strangers." I almost said something derogatory, but gladly caught myself.

"I'll tell you what Carrie. If you agree to go to these meetings on Wednesdays, I'll let you go back on the cheer squad." Mrs. Lane bribed me.

"Wow. So you are going to use extortion now?" I shot back at her.

"It isn't extortion Carrie. You can still get back on the squad without these meetings, I'm simply providing you with an option to escalate the timing." Mrs. Lane looked at the clock on the wall. "Unfortunately, we are out of time for today. We can talk about it some more tomorrow, give it a thought tonight."

"This really ISN'T helping Mrs. Lane!" I shot as I gathered myself up and headed for the door.

The bell rang as I exited the counselor's office and I went to my locker to deposit what I didn't need for homework tonight and retrieve the books that I would need. I jockeyed through the normal bustling students and felt the occasional brush of a hand against my ass as I worked my way out the front doors.

I walked outside and Darla was there, waiting by my car and I pondered the leniency of security here at my school. I walked up and she smiled and told me to get in, she wanted to see how it handled.

Once we were inside the car, she asked, "So, what happened. And most importantly, what did you tell them. I know Jill said to say whatever you needed to say, I just want to know what to expect. Are the police coming for me?"

I looked at her completely confused and she laughed. "Blackmail is illegal you know?" 

"Oh hell Darla, I didn't say anything about that. But, apparently several of my teachers are upset with me showing late to class and being distracted all the time and they complained to the school counselor. I'm off the cheerleading squad for awhile and my mom sent me to live with my dad."

"I told him I'm just going through lesbian stuff and he seemed okay with that. He really seems happy to have me living with him."

She smiled and exhaled loudly. "You did good little girl. You want to end the game or go for it again tomorrow?"

I looked at her. "I have a choice?"

She laughed. "No, I was just hoping you'd say go for it to ease my conscience over your trouble at school. Now, we have an issue. I know you are supposed to pick Julie up after practice, but there is the little matter of the pencils that have to go up your ass right about now." She grinned.

My face dropped instantly. Darla laughed when she saw it.

"Turn left up here." She pointed out an upcoming road. All of the joy of this formerly perfect day was drawn out of me and I suddenly felt miserable.

"W-where are we going?" I stammered.

"Well, we are going to see your good friend Linda." Darla answered with a smirk. She waited through the following silence for my expected follow up question.

"Who is Linda?" I asked.

"Why, Linda is the girl who took those pencils for you. Now she would like to see you suffer the same." Darla said with a bright smile.

"Oh." I turned left and drove down the next block to a stop sign. Darla said nothing, so I continued on straight.




Darla's Games Day 14



"We decided to let you put them in yourself, until you swear you can't take anymore. Then Linda and I will help you get to your goal. How many was it anyway?"

I focused on the road as we approached another stop sign. "I... umm... twenty..." I couldn't remember if it was twenty-seven or twenty-nine. I decided to error on the side of caution. "twenty-seven?" I asked.

"Actually, it was twenty-nine. I'm surprised you didn't remember that seeing how Linda was kind enough to take them all up her ass for you. I don't think it has closed up properly even now, a couple of days later."

I stared at the road open-mouthed for awhile. "Darla, I'm scared." I finally confided in her.

Darla laughed. "I would be too. I bet her asshole looked obscene when it was filled by twenty-nine pencils. I had to go buy a couple of packages of them to see how wide that would be and there is no way I'd want my asshole opened up that wide. But, you still get your virginity in one hole to enjoy. I'll never have that again either. Besides, with all the plugs and dildos, you should be pretty elastic down there by now. But, I'll make you a deal, you can stop us if it gets to be too much and I'll just add a day for every pencil that we are short of twenty-nine. And if you take more than twenty-nine, you can win a day for every additional pencil you take up your little ass. How does that sound?"

"After all, you got nine days off yesterday, you could stop at just seventeen pencils and break even with that and have tomorrow to win back more days. Seventeen isn't nearly as bad as twenty-nine. That is less than the plug you took yesterday. So, there you go, an out for you since you are so scared and have been through so much yesterday."

While it seemed a nice gesture, yesterday was no cake walk and I was not wanting to relinquish those twelve days I had won with my hard efforts. The exception of course, being Brad, who had completely confused me with his actions and words. I'd see how many I could handle and though it likely wouldn't be twenty-nine, I'd be sure it was more than seventeen.

"Turn here at the house with the brick front." Darla interrupted my thoughts.

I turned into the driveway behind a jacked up black pick-up truck and put my car in park. There were two other cars in the driveway on the right side, I didn't recognize the models, but they were older cars and looked to be restored muscle cars from a different time. 

The house looked nice from the outside. It was a rancher, a bit old, but well kept. The yard was small but had a very nice flower bed along the front walk with a plethora of flowers that seemed welcoming in spite of the dread I felt in my heart. 

Darla climbed out of the passenger door and closed it and waited at the front walk for me to likewise exit the car. With trepidation eating away at my heart, I turned off the ignition and taking the keys with me, I exited my car and locked the doors with the key fob. Darla started towards the front door once I was behind her and she rang the doorbell.

A brief few seconds later, the door was opened by a quite muscular man in a pair of jeans, work boots and a white wife beater. He was handsome, but definitely a bit older, maybe in his thirties. He looked at us and smiled and welcomed us inside, pushing the door wide open with a gesture. "Well Darla, so nice to see you again." His voice was deep. He was quite tall as well, somewhere around six feet tall and despite his kind demeanor, he intimidated me. I wasn't expecting a guy to be there to be honest, so it took me aback and I stood at the door for a few seconds with a confused look on my face.

Darla gave the guy a big hug, which he returned with a squeeze to her ass. "Have you missed me Rod?" She smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. 

"Now now Darla, you had your chance to make me an honest man. I only play when Linda is invited now. Well, for the most part." He chuckled.

As if his eyes hadn't barely left me from the time he opened the door, he nodded towards me and Darla smiled over at me with him, the two of them still embracing as they looked at me standing in the doorway. "You must be Carrie. Come on in and close your mouth before you catch a fly."

I realized that my mouth was hanging open and blushed a bit in embarrassment at that fact. I took a step inside the door and looked past them and froze again. There were seven other people in the living room besides Darla and Rod. My eyes went wide and I couldn't move. What was going on here? I took a step back as I felt the heat of eighteen eyes on me.

Darla reached out and took my hand. "It's okay Carrie. They are just here to watch, much like your cheerleader friends when Linda quite literally took it up the ass for you." She turned and smiled at a girl around my height and waved her over. "Carrie, this is Linda. Linda, this is Carrie, the girl you did such a huge favor for yesterday."

She didn't really look like me, but her body, from what I could see of it, was quite similar. The height, the breasts, the relative size of her body overall, it was apparent why she was chosen to wear the gimp suit compared to the other girls in the room. She had long, dirty blonde hair lying straight and half way down her back. Her breasts were perhaps a little bigger than my own, but comparable. She was definitely a little older than me, probably in her mid-twenties, though I'm not very good at guessing ages. She was smiling with very full lips at me and I caught her tongue dart out briefly to lick her lower lip as she crossed the room and ended right in front of me with her hand extended in greeting.

"It is such a pleasure to meet you again Carrie." She said in a very sultry voice.

We really hadn't met, though she had eaten my pussy and I was wondering now if I would have to return that favor as well. I mumbled, "N-nice to meet you... umm... I mean face to face."

She laughed softly at that and I took a moment to glance at the other people in the room. Aside from Rod, Darla and Linda, I had no idea who these other six people were and I was becoming more and more nervous by the second. My breath was coming in going in short gasps and I was afraid I would hyperventilate. The other six people were three guys and three girls. They ranged in age from the youngest girl looking to be around my age to the oldest guy looking to be around forty years old.

The girls were all dressed suggestively, but not like strippers. It was still pretty warm for late September, and they all wore either shorts or short skirts. Amongst them were a red haired girl with pale skin and as if catching that I was now looking into the room, they all stood up as if to invite me to check them out. 

The redhead was quite thin and tall, the tallest woman in the room, probably close to six feet tall. I'd guess her to be around twenty-five. Her breasts were probably the same size as mine, but on her thin, tall body, they seemed much larger, or at least more pronounced. Her top was a half shirt that left her tiny belly bare and disclosed the curve of her hips where they were revealed above her brief denim skirt. Her skin was rather tanned, either she had a lot of time for sun worship or she frequented a tanning bed. Her eyes were emerald green and definitely stared right into my own until I uncomfortably turned away.

"How rude of me." Linda smiled as she took my left hand in her right and led me towards the group of voyeurs. I couldn't help but notice my hand trembling as she held it. "This is Candace." She first introduced me to the tall redhead, who I guessed she had seen me making eye contact with, as if it were a good place to start.

Candace extended her right hand and I met it with my own. She squeezed my hand softly and smiled, looking right into my eyes until I had to turn away. I noticed the wide smile on her lips and perhaps a glimpse of her tongue licking them out of my peripheral vision.

"And this is Candace's boyfriend Gary." Linda motioned to the tallest guy in the room. He must have been six foot three. He was probably in his thirties, very tall, very toned, as was belied by his tank top. I could almost see his abs through the tightness of the shirt. His dark hair was very well kept and he had only a small goatee on his chin as any facial hair. His hand dwarfed mine and though he held my own gently, it was frightening to think of what this guy by himself could do to me, not even considering the other eight people in the room.

"A pleasure to meet you Carrie. Darla has told us much about you, it's great to finally put a face to the stories." Gary smiled. I looked into his brown eyes for the briefest of moments before jerking them away in embarrassment. I must have blushed and he noticed. "Don't be shy. We actually all think you are a pretty amazing girl. I don't think Candace would have been able to handle what you have been through." His smile was kind, but not consoling. Had Darla told them everything? This was so out of control.

He finally released my hand and Linda gestured to the next guy in the line of strangers. "This is Bill, he is with Claire." She gestured to the roughly five foot ten fortyish guy with slightly graying hair. His face had some wrinkles that lent me to the guessing of his age with the hair color. His blue eyes were kind. His skin was quite fair, which I supposed went along with the blonde hair that covered his head. His hair line was slightly receding, but not terribly noticeable by the way he brushed it until you got up close. He was the most professionally dressed person in the room, wearing khacki pants and a long sleeve green shirt and a pair of brown shoes. I guessed him to be white collar. He, as everyone in this room, was attractive. Nobody was model material, but there were no ugly people in the room.

He shook my hand with a "A pleasure." And I looked to his girlfriend, who closed the gap to take my hand upon the relinquishment of Bill. Claire was around 5'5" with short, black hair. I figured her to be around twenty-nine years old. Her skin was even paler than Bill's, which made her red lips stand out even more than the shiny gloss would have done on my own. Her brown eyes were very large. Her body was very curvy, the thing that stood out the most, was her breasts. They must have been a double D cup. They were quite huge. "I've been looking so forward to meeting you Carrie, I was starting to think that Darla was making you up. You are just as delicious looking as she described."

I caught her giggle as her words made my hand shiver convulsively. However, she did release my shaking appendage to allow me to be introduced to the final two people in the room. "Zackary and Jamie." Linda introduced the last two as I took the large hand of the most muscular guy in the room. He was around six feet tall and his body was wide. His arms were bulging masses that made me think instantly of the gym rats on the football team. Not the receivers or quarterback, no this guy was more like a lineman. He was just huge. His hair was brown and buzzed short and even all across his head. His eyes were likewise brown. His chest looked like ... well it was huge. "Great to meet you Carrie." Zackary said as he held my shaking hand. "Jamie has been dying to finally set her eyes on you, hasn't stopped talking about since we found out we were going to meet you a few days ago. She's been like a school girl going on her first date I swear." He laughed. I failed to find the humor in any of it.

As my hand mechanically went to Jamie's I was taken in by her beauty. This girl was pretty close to a model. She was a good six inches taller than my 5'1". She had the shiniest brown hair that I have ever seen in my life. It was so bouncy and flowing down to the top of her ass. Her eyes were that shade of green that reminds you of a serene pond with lily pads. Her lips looked practically sculpted. Her body was just perfectly shaped. Not skinny, not terribly curvy, I suppose the perfect body is a very subjective matter. But to me, that gentle curve of the hips that leads to a gentle curve at the waist that leads to the gentle curves of the breast is perfect. Like the entire body just flows from the neck down to the calves.

Anyway, she took my visibly trembling hand and smiled at me like she wanted to devour me right then and there and if it hadn't been for the circumstances surrounding our meeting, I might have melted like butter. "I feel like I know you, but now that I meet you for the first time, I know that isn't true at all." Jamie smiled. "I hope we get the chance to get to know each other sometime. Perhaps we can get together for dinner one night?"

I had no idea how to react, but under the circumstances, I was not in any condition to be hit on or asked out. I shook through my whole body and felt on the verge of tears or a seizure. I guess she saw the uncomfortable expression in my face and frowned softly as she let my hand go.

"It's just the situation Jamie." Darla said from behind me. "I'll have her call you next week to set it up."

I looked back over my shoulder shocked at Darla. She was pimping me out like I was her prostitute? I opened my mouth to complain, but before a sound left my lips she held her finger to her lips. "Don't say anything stupid Carrie. It's dinner, not sex." As if she could read my mind. "We aren't all horny teenagers with nothing but sex on our minds." She laughed.

When I turned back, I noticed the three couples sitting back down and Linda was still holding my left hand. "I suppose there is no delicate way to do this." She smiled at me. "Why don't you go ahead and get undressed and I'll go get the lube and the pencils from the table. I think the coffee table will be best, I'll put a couple of towels down so it will be easier on your knees."

And Linda released my hand and went down the hall to retrieve the towels and every eye in the room was on me. They were watching expectantly. I just stood there, clasping my hands together in front of me and rubbing them nervously.

"Anytime Carrie." Darla stated flatly.

I turned to look at her, wondering what she meant. She motioned to me and I still didn't get it. "Take your clothes off Carrie." She finally made it plain what they were all waiting for. Just then, Linda re-entered the room and laid some thick towels down on the coffee table in the center of the living room.

I looked out of the large picture window in front of the house, then back at Darla. Rod broke in, "Oh, yes sorry, I guess the neighbors shouldn't be getting any free shows." He laughed and drew the curtains on the window.

I took my top in my hands and I was shaking so hard I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even get my clothes off from shivering so badly. "Carrie, knock off the bullshit." Darla said, and I could detect a slight hint of anger in her tone. "Take your clothes off, you don't have to do a strip tease or anything, just get them off and get on all fours on the coffee table. If I have to help you, it will be worse, I promise you."

I started crying, I couldn't help it. I had never exposed myself to strangers outside the showers at school and everyone looked the other way in the locker rooms, not wanting to be accused of being a lesbian. They were all staring at me. They were all waiting to see me naked. They were all going to watch me put pencils in my own ass until I was so full I couldn't take anymore. It was too much.

Still, I managed to pull my top up over my head. Of course, I didn't have a bra on, so it was quite bare breasts that I exposed as they popped below the rising shirt and the bouncing effect made me cringe. I held the shirt over my face longer than necessary and let my tears soak into the material before I continued the journey and lifted my shirt free of my head. I then let it drop off my arms onto the floor in front of me. 

I stood there, wearing nothing but a skirt, socks and shoes. I looked at the leering eyes of the nine other people in the room and started shaking again. I fumbled at the button on my skirt, but couldn't control my hands and failed miserably. The inept manner in which I was trying to undress made my trepidation increase tenfold and I started crying again. I didn't make any sound, I just felt the tears trickling down my face. 

I started yanking at the button, trying to get it disengaged from the accompanying slot in the skirt, but it was for naught. I looked down and caught sight of my breasts bouncing as I continued in my fruitless efforts and I looked up through bleary eyes. Every eye was glued to me. It was so humiliating. I wanted to run. I knew if I did there would be hell to pay from Darla. She hadn't said anything since her last order, but I knew she must be getting impatient. 

I turned to her, my hands still trying to unclasp the button. "P-please? I ... I c-can't."

"Jamie, why don't you give her a hand with her button." Zachary offered. I turned to his voice and his eyes looked at me reassuringly. There was no anger or impatience, it almost looked like pity. I saw Jamie standing up and she smiled at me softly. She brushed the tears from my cheeks. "It's okay." She whispered. "Let me help. You are going to be fine Carrie, I know it. You couldn't have come this far if you weren't strong enough to handle this." I wasn't sure if anyone else could hear her words, but it didn't matter, because I just stood there as she knelt down in front of me and undid the button on my skirt. She slid the zipper down and then eased my skirt down over my hips to fall below them around my feet.

I followed her lead as she guided my feet out of my skirt. Looking down, I was happy to see that she was looking at my feet, not staring at my bald pussy. She untied my shoes and helped me out of them and my socks as well. And then I was naked. I was completely naked in a room mostly full of strangers.

I clinched my eyes tightly closed, wishing myself away. 'There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.' I thought. I might have even clicked my heels three times. But, when I opened my eyes, there I was, naked as the day I was born and being leered upon by nine pairs of eyes. 

Jamie then leaned in and kissed my cheek. I could smell her, whether it was perfume or body wash, she smelled very nice. Her lips were very soft and reassuring more than sexual in their touch. She whispered into my ear, though with the silence of the room, I think her voice probably travelled to them all. "It's okay Carrie. You have a beautiful body, don't be ashamed of it. Would it help if I got naked with you?"

I gulped and shook my head no. I didn't want everyone else getting naked, that would terrify me. I clinched my eyes tightly again, wishing it all away. "Okay then, let's get you started shall we?" I felt a gentle pressure on my shoulders and sobbed softly as I sunk to my knees. 

"All fours and you should probably lube up a bit first." Darla instructed. "You want me to squirt it up there or do you want to do it yourself?"

I trembled onto my hands and knees. "I..." 

"Just spread your cheeks Carrie." Darla told me with a voice of frustration. I did as instructed, placing my forehead on the floor to spread my ass cheeks, one with each hand. 

I felt the nozzle touch my anus and then press forward, stretching it slightly. Then she squeezed and I could feel the lubricant squirting into my ass. I cringed at the feeling. Next, I felt a lubricated finger pushing into my ass and fucking it in and out. Then I felt a second finger join the first. Then I had three fingers driving in and out of my asshole. I was so humiliated by this. It had been bad enough suffering in the gimp suit, but these strange adults were all watching me completely naked, seeing every inch of me, even my face.

"Carrie, I'll hold your ass open if you want." Jamie offered as she put a pile of pencils in front of me.




Darla's Games Day 14



I sobbed loudly one time. "Ok-kay." I stuttered, shivering violently. I released my ass cheeks and felt her hands quickly squeezing them and spreading them open. I took a single pencil in my right hand and reached back to touch my anus with my left hand, as a guide to find what I was aiming for. It wasn't hard, I probably could have felt my way with the pencil, but now I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. I hated being a sick show for these perverts.

I pushed the first pencil, eraser first, into my ass. It wasn't painful at all of course. Compared to the things that my ass had experienced lately, it barely registered besides the feeling of something up my ass. I looked around the room and saw eyes staring at my ass and some at my face and others darting back and forth between the two. I exhaled and went back with another pencil. It slid in quite easily as well.

While this was humiliating as hell, the first six pencils went in quite easily. Go ahead, take a half dozen pencils and put them together in a circle, not very thick is it? At that point, I just started pushing pencil after pencil into the middle of the bunch that were sticking straight out of my ass into the air. I mostly tried to ignore the voyeurs and get it over with as quickly as possible as I fed my ass pencil after pencil.

By the tenth pencil, I could seriously feel it, the width, the beginning of a stretching of my sphincter. I had still had wider, but being young and elastic, it closed up when something wasn't inside. I shook as I felt the stretching sensation and looked around. All eyes were still on me of course. I let out a squeak, which brought all the eyes to my face and caused me to blush.

I closed my eyes and started pressing pencil number eleven into my back entry. Each pencil now added a level of depravity to the stretching of my anal muscles. I could feel it spreading, but making room for each added stretching diameter. By the fifteenth pencil, I felt quite well stretched, not as much as the bulbous flare of one of the plugs, but certainly more so than the base that held it open for an hour or more at a time.

"I..." I gasped as I pushed number sixteen inside me. "I can't Darla. I can't do it." Even as I said it, I was pushing number seventeen inside me. I was over half way there, but was starting to seriously doubt that I could make it to twenty-nine. I realized I could quit right now and be even with the twelve days I had gained. Surely, I could fit at least one more and keep one of those hard earned days. 

Reaching back, I grunted slightly as I pushed number eighteen into place. Jamie squeezed my ass cheeks seductively. "You are doing so good Carrie. Keep going." She encouraged.

I pushed in two more, each time grunting softly at the new diameter that my ass had spread. "I think I am done." I moaned softly.

"Nonsense." Darla sneered. "You are barely stretched beyond the base of that big plug you had up your ass yesterday. Keep going."

I sobbed softly and pushed number twenty-one into place. It didn't burn yet, but it was definitely stretching me out now. I kept pushing, four pencils later, I felt the burn start, it was getting pretty stretched. "I think..." I was suffering from labored breath now, "I think I want to stop now." I gasped.

Linda climbed down from her seat and knelt on the floor in front of me. She held my face in her hands until I opened my eyes. I knew they were glazed over and she was smiling at me. "Surely you can take four more." Linda whispered. "I did. You are so close now Carrie." She picked up a pencil and handed it to me. "One more, let's do that. Look at it, so small, it can fit in there easy."

I took the pencil from her and pushed it into the middle of the twenty-five already stretching my little asshole. I grunted louder as it pressed inside. She handed me another and another. I groaned louder each time I pushed one in. Between Jamie squeezing and rotating my ass cheeks and Linda caressing my face, I felt so turned on now in spite of the pain in my stretched out ass. I was breathing so hard now, I thought I would hyperventilate.

A tear trickled down with the pain of number twenty-nine. I had done it. I had tied and kept all my days in tact. One more would be another day. Surely, I could do one more. I took the pencil from Linda and grit my teeth as I pushed. It hurt so much and I collapsed onto my belly, the thirty pencils sticking in an upward angle as my body shook. "Okay... no more." I gasped.

Linda kissed my forehead softly. "Great job Carrie. You did very well."

"Oh my!" Darla suddenly exclaimed. "I completely forgot about the other thing you had to do Linda. But, I suppose with her doing the pencils herself it would have been difficult to give oral satisfaction to us."

I grunted from the stretching feeling in my ass, but was relieved that I seemed off the hook in the regard of providing 'oral satisfaction'. 

"I guess you can get started on it now. I'll pass, but I'm sure everyone else would like a little relief." Darla added.

I turned my head around in her direction and stared daggers at her. "Tell you what cupcake." Zack smiled at me. "I'll take a rain check."

"Same here." Jamie smiled at me. I was relieved when they all sounded their postponement and I was at least temporarily off the hook.

Darla giggled. "Well, get your knees under your ass and let me just get a quick picture. You can face forward so nobody will know it's you."

I posed as requested and saw a few flashes before Darla told me I could take the pencils out. "Just a second Carrie, I'll get you a bucket." Linda offered and ran off to the kitchen, returning with a plastic mop bucket. "Just squat over that, probably the easiest way to get them out."

I blanched. "I... I can't do that in front of you all, it would be too... weird." I mean, come on, it was like shitting in a bucket in front of Darla and a group of strangers.

"Suit yourself, it would be faster than pulling them out one or two at a time is all I was thinking." Linda offered.

I reached back to pull the pencils out, but I couldn't quite wrap my hand around the lot and even what I could grab was a bit painful when I tried to pull. "Damn." I said in frustration.

"Want some help?" Jamie offered sweetly.

I cringed, but acknowledged that I did indeed need help in dislodging the pencils. "Please." I whispered.

Jamie knelt behind me and I felt pain as she pushed her fingers between some of the center pencils and then easily pulled them out, dropping them into the bucket. She went back again and again, the relief instant and then greater with each pencil removed from my overstuffed ass. When the last few were removed, I reached back to feel the slight gape in my ass and I shuddered.

Jamie giggled. "Don't worry sweetie, you are so young and elastic, it will close up in a few hours."

I nodded. "Can I get dressed now?" I asked meekly.

"If you must." Linda laughed. "Believe me, none of us will mind if you want to hang out naked for awhile."

I laughed with the rest of them and slowly got up and started retrieving my clothes. My ass was sore, but it wasn't the end of the world. It actually was less painful than when I had been fucked by the dildos by a long shot. When I had dressed, I looked at them all and didn't feel like a freak. I actually felt like they appreciated my show very much. I thought I would feel like a disgusting sub-human. Their smiles were kind and they thanked me for coming to their home and invited me to return anytime. 

I hugged them each and they individually gave me praise and appreciation for all I had been through and their wishes for my best in the remaining weeks. As Darla and I were about to leave, Jamie suddenly broke forward like she had been hesitating on doing so and realized she didn't want to miss the opportunity. She grabbed my cheeks and kissed my lips softly. I was surprised and my eyes flew open, but her kiss wasn't forced roughly and I returned with a soft pursing of my lips.

She took my hand and put a piece of paper in it. "My phone number. If you ever feel alone and need to talk to someone, please, I mean this, don't hesitate." She smiled reassuringly and softly patted my hand.

I smiled and thanked her and then got in my car with Darla for the ride back to school. All in all, it wasn't such a horrible experience as I thought it would be, though my ass was sore and I was still shaking a bit from exposing myself to a room full of strangers.

As we pulled onto the road, Darla started up conversation. "You handled that very well. And you got another day off for the thirtieth pencil, congratulations."

"Thanks." I smiled. Unless my calculations were off, I was down to thirty days now. 

"Now, tonight, nothing special, enjoy some time in your new home. Tomorrow, get back on the program. Did you take your enema kit and all the other things that you need with you to the house?"

"Yes Darla." I answered.

"Okay, because we are being watched, or rather you are being watched so closely, the games are off for tomorrow. Don't look so relieved. You still have quite a party tomorrow night, so get a good night's rest, you are going to need it. Do you remember how to get to my house?"

"Not really, but I can GPS it if you give me the address." I replied.

"Okay, be there at 8, you can't take your car there, everyone will know it is you. I'll drive you to the party and Brad will sneak you in. You will get more instructions if you need them. Basically, a cock comes through a hole in the wall and you suck it, swallow the cum or shoot it on yourself every time. I'll come to hose you down and take you home when it is time."

I felt like I would vomit just thinking about it. "Darla, what if someone tells around school who it is? I mean, if I do this, how do I know for sure that Rebecca won't go telling the whole school that I was the one in the closet? I am ... I think ... doing everything you ask, but this is pretty extreme, even worse than the gimp suit in the bathroom. Well, at least similar to it. You do get that my life would be completely ruined if people found out it was me in either of those situations?"

Darla looked at me, I could see that in my peripheral vision. "Look Carrie, it was my mistake to bring Rebecca into this thing and I admit that. It was a poor judgment call on my part. Unfortunately, if I take her out of the mix now, it frees her up to pretty much do what she wants as I have no hold over her. I mean, there is Jill's threat, but I'm not sure how seriously Rebecca believes it. She really hates you. I mean, I have had some girls and women not like me in the past, but she really, really hates you."

"Now, that probably isn't very reassuring to you and I'm sure that is the same vein in which you were thinking. But, here is the deal. You need to trust me. It will not happen. I have spent a lot of time talking to Rebecca and she is genuinely thankful for this opportunity to humiliate you and gain some vengeance over you. I know you don't trust her, but I do. So, just trust me, nobody will find out unless you tell them. The only other ones that know are Brad and Farin and neither of them will talk either, they both love you. I find that hilarious, particularly in light of the fact that Brad is the reason Rebecca hates you so much, but there it is."

I felt the need to interrupt. "Darla, Brad does not love me. He loves Rebecca."

Darla laughed. "If that is what you need to believe. Anyway, I think you will get to give Julie a ride home after all. Enjoy."

When we pulled into the school parking lot, the cheerleaders were just getting out of practice and I offered Julie a ride home, which she, of course, accepted. She gave Darla a very nasty look and Darla just laughed louder as she got out.

"You want to go back to my house?" I asked Julie. Then I remembered, I was like an hour away now. I frowned. "Erm... sorry, wasn't thinking."

"You rarely are." Julie laughed. She took out her cell phone. "Mom, is it cool if I spend the night at Carrie's?... "Great, be there shortly." "So, yes dumbass, I will come to your house, but stop at mine first, I'm sure as hell not going to borrow your sluts R us wardrobe for school tomorrow."

I laughed and pushed her shoulder. "Bitch"

She pushed back. "Whore."

"So..." I put my cell in the console and pushed the button and said "Home" and the phone started to ring on speaker.

"High tech toys." Julie laughed.

"Hey Carrie, on your way home?" Kelly's voice came on the phone.

"Yeah, I'm ... is Dad there?" I asked. 

"Not yet, he's working a little late. What's up?" Kelly responded.

"Is it okay if Julie spends the night?" I asked.

"You stayed after school huh?" Kelly replied. "Just to give Julie a ride home, but then we started talking and I wanted to bring her over to see my room. Is it okay?"

"Carrie, I won't say anything this time, but you should have called if you were going to stay after school, your Dad and I were clear on that weren't we?"

Damn, I didn't think about that. "Yeah, I'm sorry Kelly, I got carried away." Julie and Kelly both laughed.

I gave Julie an inquisitive look and she said, "Carried away?" 

"Oh." I answered dumbly.

Kelly came back over the speaker. "I really hadn't made dinner for four, but I'm sure we will manage. Just don't make it a habit of inviting people over without checking first okay? See you in about an hour?"

"Yeah, just a quick stop at Julie's and we'll head straight there." I answered. "Kelly?"

"Yes Carrie."

"Actually, I'm going to drop on mom real quick too okay? So, an hour and a half?"

Long pause. "Okay, quick visit please, call me when you leave."

"Thanks Kelly"

"Bye Carrie."

"Damn, is she serious?" Julie asked after I pushed the button to hang up.

"Yeah, they want to keep tabs on me all the time." I answered.

I pulled in front of Julie's house. "See you in a few, come get me if I'm not out before you." I told her and walked to my mom's... my house. I didn't want to thrust the car in her face.

I let myself in and what I saw brought a scream that Julie must have heard from her house, because she was there a few seconds later. My mother was not alone. 

I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me to cut off the shout of "Carrie no!"

Julie met me half way down the block and looked worried. "Change of plans." I said, tears flowing down my cheeks. "You are driving, take me out of here." I tossed her my keys and got in the passenger door.

Mrs. Petrili was at the door. "What is it? What's wrong?"

I couldn't talk, I was crying too hard. Julie took the keys and got behind the wheel. "I don't know mom, we'll be back, I'll call you."

"Be careful dear." She called. 

Julie backed out and we drove out of the neighborhood.

We drove in silence. I could tell Julie was dying to ask me what it was, but she just looked over at me crying and kept driving. "Where do you want to go?" She asked.

"Away." I whispered. "FUCK!" I screamed.

"Carrie?" Julie asked softly. She put her hand on mine and squeezed it. 

"I don't know Jules... I just don't know where to go anymore."

"Is your mom... is she okay?" Julie asked softly.

"Oh! She's fucking great Julie! She is ..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"What is it Carrie, what did you see?" 

I turned to look at her. Tears were rolling steadily down my cheeks. "Ummm.... Fuck it! Fuck it all! Let's just go back to your house."

Julie pulled over into the parking lot of a restaurant and into a space far from the building. "What is it Carrie?" She turned off the ignition. Just then, my phone rang.

I looked at the screen. Why would Kelly be calling? I wiped my eyes as if that would take away the burning image that would be stuck in them forever. I pushed the answer button.

"Carrie are you okay?" came Kelly's voice.

"What do you mean?" I sniffed, trying to not give away that I was crying.

"Your mom called and couldn't find your cell phone number and asked me to call you to make sure you were okay. What happened, she sounded really worried."

I laughed, but there was no mirth in it. "Oh yes. I'm sure she is. So worried she couldn't wait for me to get out of her house so she could ..." I paused again and started crying uncontrollably again.

"Carrie? Are you driving? If you are please pull over sweetie." Kelly answered the long pause.

"Kelly, you don't know me, it's Julie, I am driving. I don't know what happened, but Carrie is safe." Julie responded.

"Okay, want me to come to you and pick her up? I can have John drive me down and we can drive the car up?" She offered.

"Carrie, what do you want to do?" Julie asked. "I'll drive you home if you want, but I need to go back to my place and pack some stuff really fast okay?"

I nodded. I couldn't talk yet.

"I'll drive her up Kelly." Julie answered for me. "Just give us a bit, I'm heading back to my house now."

"Okay." Kelly responded. "Call me if you need to, I'm here Carrie."

Julie pushed the button to end the call. "Care, I'm going to drive back to my place, I'll park around the block so they don't see us and I'll go in the back door to get my stuff. You just wait in the car and I won't be but a few minutes okay?"

I just nodded and she took my hand. Then she released it. No way to drive a stick shift with one hand.

When Julie returned from her house, she had a box of Kleenex, which she handed me. "I'm going to need directions babe." She stated. 

I pushed the GPS button and she saw the map. 

"Okay, start talking when you are ready, or don't, it's all good either way." Julie said softly and we headed home.

It was a long drive. About a half hour into it, I blew my nose for the last time. "She was having sex in the kitchen." I whispered.

Julie laughed. "That is what has you all freaked out? That your mom is having sex?" She didn't laugh in a mean way, I know she meant well. I turned and looked at her and was ready to take out my anger on her. "She was having sex with two guys and there were at least three other people in the house."

"Whoah fuck!" Julie exclaimed. "God, I'm sorry Carrie. I ... didn't mean to ... I mean, wow."

"Yeah... pretty much." Was the best I could respond.

We drove in silence for a bit longer.

"Maybe she is just... freaking out because it's the first time she has ever been alone." Julie offered and took my hand since we were rolling along on the highway and she didn't need to shift gears.

"I think one guy would have sufficed for conversation." I sighed. "No wonder I'm such a slut with parents like mine."

Julie squeezed my hand. "My best friend, the virgin slut."

God damn her, I started laughing. 

"I just..." I started and stopped again, biting my hand to pain back the tears. "She couldn't wait to be rid of me all this time. I'm gone one day and she is throwing an orgy. They'll probably fuck in my bed. Jesus! I feel sick. Pull over"

Julie pulled over on the shoulder and I wound down my window, released my seat belt and vomited all over the side of the road.

"Carrie, your mom loves you, always loved you. I am certain she is anything but happy that you are gone. She is probably hurting a lot right now and trying to fill the void."

I spit the last vile taste from my mouth and started laughing, a bit oddly I knew, but I was laughing. "Yeah, I bet taking all those dicks she will be hurting and filling a lot of voids."

"Carrie, don't be a bitch. It's your mom." Julie said.

I turned on her, I just needed to lash out at someone or something and Julie was the only one there. "You are seriously going to take that whore's side? Are you fucking kidding me Julie?"

"Carrie, lower your voice, I'm your friend, I'm always on your side. This is not about her against you. You need to think clearly and I don't know if I would be if I saw what you saw. But your mom has had a rough time of it since your dad rolled out on you two. Don't forget that."




Darla's Games Day 14



"You are actually defending her!" I screamed. "Yes!" Julie shouted back at me. "You spoiled rotten bitch. She is your mom. Your only mom. She loves you and treated me like her own daughter too. She is a proud woman and raised my best friend mostly by herself. She is probably in the most pain of her life without you there and she might be going off the deep end. But hey, Carrie can't deal with it! So fuck you Carrie, it isn't all about you!"

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed and got out of the car and slammed the door.

I started to walk up the shoulder of the highway and Julie just drove along behind me. "Get in!" Julie yelled at me.

I kept walking. I didn't know where I was planning to walk to, but I didn't want to be in the car with that traitorous 'friend' of mine.

"Carrie, get your ass in the car. I'll drive you home and if you want I'll have Kelly drive me back to my place." Julie shouted over the engine.

"Fine!" I yelled and got back in and slammed the door.

"Buckle your seatbelt." Julie said as I folded my hands over my chest.

I did and she merged into traffic. We drove in silence for awhile.

"You know, you probably aren't going to listen to me right now, and that's okay, but I'm going to say it anyway. You have a pretty good life Carrie. You are independent. You speak your mind. You don't follow the crowd. You are strong. You are a wonderful, the absolutely BEST friend a girl could hope to have. And your mom made you that way. She was there when your Dad decided the piece of ass across the street was more interesting than having a family. She was there when you broke down every day for about a year. She was there when you chased his car as he drove away. She was there when you blamed yourself for him leaving."

"And now. Now, that she sent you to him, the guy she loathes, because she thought it was the best thing for you. Now, you are gone and she is alone, truly alone. And yeah, she fucked up, I'm sure she is hating herself even more now. Blaming herself because you are in trouble at school and now she has one more thing to add to list of her misery. And you are going to totally freak out on her because she is probably damned near suicidal and she reached for something stupid to fill the emptiness in her life."

"You have every right to be freaked out, I totally understand that. But she is your mom you ungrateful cunt. She loves you and has sacrificed for you and has made you the most incredible person I know. So, don't you dare hate her. I won't fucking allow it."

Her voice was climbing again toward the end. I heard her. I actually understood what she was saying. I wanted to be stubborn and self-pitying though at the moment. I started bawling again. I leaned over against my best friend and cried into her shoulder. 

"Stop, you are going to make me cry and I'll wreck your pretty car." Julie said and hugged me tight while I ran a river of tears and snot into her shirt.

We drove like that until we got to the exit and Julie had to downshift. I sat back in my seat and helped her with the directions to my dad's house. She pulled in and gave a low whistle. "Nice digs." She smiled.

I turned to her and grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her lips. Julie's eyes flew open when I did it. The kiss lingered longer than I intended and I pulled away suddenly. She was looking at me with wide open eyes as I pushed myself back and I stared at her in horror of what I had just done.

"Oh God." I stammered. "Julie, I didn't mean it like ... I just ... Thank you for setting me straight." I turned and opened the door and got out quickly. I leaned against the door. What the hell did I just do?

Julie got out a few seconds later and hefted her bag over her shoulder. "Chill bitch, it's fine and I'm sleeping with you tonight."

I turned to face her and the fear in my face must have shown.

"Carrie, relax, I'm not going anywhere. Let's go meet your sister... I mean stepmother." She laughed.

Just about then the door opened and Kelly stepped onto the porch and summoned us inside. She was so young. 

Julie intentionally bumped into me as we walked into the house together. I was about to give her the grand tour, but Kelly ordered us to go wash up for dinner. I took Julie straight to my room and she tossed her bag on the floor and jumped onto my bed. 

"This a big ass bed!" Julie laughed as she bounced. 

I jumped up there with her and we took hands and bounced together. "It is a HUGE FREAKING BED!" I shouted and we laughed and fell down on it.

"Girls, dinner is ready" Kelly called from downstairs.

"Let's go chill with your sister." Julie laughed.

"Choice." I laughed.

"What?" Julie asked. "Exactly." I laughed again.

We ran downstairs, momentarily forgetting my mom's gangbang and my uncomfortable kiss with Julie. In the dining room, four plates were set, and my dad was coming in from the garage looking pissed. He saw Julie and I and broke into a forced smile.

"Hey pumpkin." He kissed me on the forehead.

"Hi Julie, so great to see you two girls are still inseparable." He added.

"Hi Mr. Fitch" Julie greeted and smiled at him.

"So, what's for dinner babe?" My dad just called Kelly babe. I guess I still had to get used to things like that.

"Roast duck darling." Kelly smiled.

I looked at my plate. I don't ever remember having roast duck in my life. Julie made a face at me, similar to the way I was feeling. Poor little duck. We shrugged and took a bite though, after my dad sat down of course. It tasted good actually, she had glazed it with something sweet but tangy. 

"How was your first day driving to school Pumpkin?" My dad asked.

I looked at Julie and smiled slightly. "It was okay."

My dad's smile dropped, "Just okay?"

I turned to look at him. School had actually been incredible today. It was everything after school that had sucked. "I LOVE my car dad." I grinned. "Today was incredible."

"Umm John?" Kelly interrupted his smile. "Can you help me in the kitchen for a moment?"

In other words, she wanted to talk to him alone. Adults are so funny sometimes. I don't know if they think we are stupid or they are just being polite when they talk behind our backs. But, I needed a second with Julie anyway, so it all worked out just fine.

I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I don't think I should tell my dad. What do you think?"

Julie whispered back. "Yeah, but you need to call your mom."

I knew she was going to say that. And I knew I needed to do it. I just wasn't feeling so forgiving quite yet. "I'll call her later." We took a few more bites of duck before my dad and Kelly came back in. I could see the look of concern on my dad's face and likewise a frown on Kelly's face. They sat down and ate a bite of their duck, looking like they wanted to start a conversation, but couldn't quite figure out how to begin.

The silence was very uncomfortable and thank goodness for Julie. She broke into it. "You have a lovely house from what I have seen so far. Carrie's bed is incredible."

I laughed. I saw the look of terror in my dad's eyes. He must have been thinking that Julie was my lover. Well, one of my lovers since he knew I wasn't monogamous. 

He looked at me and seemed to think I was mocking him with my laughter. "Th-thank you Julie." He finally responded.

"Dad." I laughed. "Julie is my best friend. I don't bring my lovers home with me every night. Not every night." I laughed again.

Julie was blushing now. I thought that was odd. That kind of talk never seemed to bother her before. I hoped it wasn't the kiss, but realized that was probably exactly what it was that made her feel so uncomfortable now.

We broke into small talk after that, but I could tell there was an elephant in the room. After mostly cleaning our plates, Kelly offered to give Julie the grand tour of the house, which was an obvious attempt to get me alone with Dad. Julie smiled and accepted and the two of them headed off together, leaving my dad and I alone at the table.

"Carrie, I'm not going to beat around the bush here, you are old enough to ... well, what did you see at your mom's house today? She was frantic and called me, but wouldn't go into details. I'm worried about her."

I struggled with what I wanted to tell him. I mean, in all honesty, I was eighteen now, so I could decide for myself, or should be able to decide for myself, where I wanted to live and there certainly shouldn't be any custody battles to contend with over the information. But, this was my mom. She didn't need my dad to know about her personal life.

"I'd rather not talk about Dad, but I do need to call her I think." I finally said to break the silence.

He looked at me and I held his gaze. "Carrie, I want you to know something. I have always wanted you in my life. You were the very best thing that your mother and I ever did together. I probably could have won you in a custody hearing. Your mom has some issues, some of which you know about, some of which you probably never should know. I know in all you have seen or been told, I was probably the bad guy. If I could go back six years, I would have fought harder to at least get half your time."

"You probably don't know this and I'm not even sure it matters. I suppose I just want to tell you to help you look at me in a better light. Your mother had an affair before I ever met Kelly. You probably didn't know that. I'm not even entirely sure that it is a good time to tell you this, with everything going on right now. But, the point is, we are both human. We have and had certain needs, intimacy, and I mean more emotional, though the physical is important too."

"Dad, this is really... you aren't trying to give me a sex talk are you?" I interrupted.

He looked at me for a moment and then chuckled softly. "I'm pretty sure I'm about five years late on that. No, I just want you to realize, that we old people like sex too and I'll stop there before we both get extremely uncomfortable with this conversation. If you want to talk about what you saw, I'm here, or if you prefer, you can talk to Kelly about anything. You can even swear her to secrecy if you want and I will not push her for information at all. You have been through a lot with a divorce and it is amazing how well you have turned out in spite of all the craziness in your life."

"I just really want you to be happy in the end Carrie. In less than a year you are going away to college and then you will grow up and I won't see much more of you. So, this time we have together, is very important to me. It is a chance to really get to know you and hopefully help you to go into the world, after college of course."

I thought about what he said for a moment. No, I did not know that my mom had an affair before he ever met Kelly, that was new to me. Did it change things? Maybe a little, not much since he was the one who left. Still, I had to cut him some slack I suppose. "Thanks Dad. I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I will talk to Kelly about it, it's not something I want you to know. It wasn't anything insanely traumatic, but it was a kick in the head."

He laughed. "That's my expression."

I looked at him questioningly. 

"Kick in the head... it isn't important, just some of the things that I apparently did teach you over the years."

I smiled. He smiled. We smiled. 

I don't know if he had some transmitter button or what, but it was about that time that Julie and Kelly returned from their tour. "Carrie, I'm going to use your Jacuzzi tub. Ciao." Julie laughed.

"Hey, I haven't even had a chance to use it yet." I whined.

"Snooze and loose ho." She laughed and my dad raised an eyebrow at her calling me a ho I think.

I laughed. 

"Hey Julie, before you go up, let me show you something in the garage." I smiled.

I got up and walked her over to the adjoining garage door and opened it and flicked on the lights. My dad's BMW was parked there. Julie looked at it with passing interest. "Yeah?" she asked.

"Want to sit down in a Beemer?" I asked her.

"Not really. I'm not impressed." She answered.

"Just check it out, the seat is really comfortable." I went down the steps and opened the door for her. She got in and I closed the door. She looked at me questioningly.

I laughed and ran back up and locked the garage door behind me. I ignored the pounding on the door and ran upstairs, into the bathroom and locked the door. I flipped the plug down and started drawing a nice, hot bath.

A few minutes later there was a loud knock at the door. "Carrie, open up for a minute." Julie laughed on the other side.

I laughed and opened the door and she looked at me with a wide smile on her face. "I just wanted to say that you are a despicable bitch."

"You, my dearest friend, are a sucker." I smiled.

She moved into the bathroom and while it was a bigger bathroom than the one at my townhouse, it was suddenly feeling a bit cramped. She stepped closer and was looking me right in the eyes. The laughter in her eyes softened and she said, "You should call your mom now, don't you think?"

I almost took a step back as she took another step forward. My breath was catching in my chest because she was now only inches from my face and we were still looking in each others' eyes and it was becoming very uncomfortable. She placed her hands on my cheeks and leaned closer and kissed me right on my lips. My eyes flew open and she closed hers and brushed my lips with her tongue.

I gasped and that parting of my lips opened them enough for her tongue to find purchase inside my mouth. My body stiffened and then a second later, relaxed as I kissed her back. Her hands moved to my back and pulled me close so our bodies were pressed tightly together. I turned my head slightly to the side and kissed her deeply, our tongues probing inside each others' mouths. I felt my pussy gushing with juices as her left hand worked its way into my hair and her right squeezed my ass. My hands moved to her hips and held on for dear life.

I felt her moving with me and let her lead the way. We were kissing. I had imagined this a few times and always felt so guilty. Now that it was happening, it felt so perfect, so right. I felt cooler now, my eyes were closed tightly, my imagination running wild. She slowly pulled her lips away, nothing sudden, just very soft and it happened so smoothly it felt right.

I opened my eyes as she untangled her body from my arms and noticed we were standing outside the bathroom. She smiled. "Go call your mom and you can join me if you want, but I'm getting into YOUR tub first bitch."

I didn't think this was a cruel maneuver, but I was surprised. I smiled. "Really? You are sinking to..."

And she cut me off with a soft, tongueless kiss before stepping back and closing the door.

I was breathless. I went to my room and lay on my bed, absolutely overheated. I waited a few minutes for my heart to stop pounding before calling my mother.

"Hello?" She answered on the second ring and sounded a little concerned.

"Hey mom." I nearly whispered.

"Carrie, oh God, I'm so sorry baby. It wasn't... I had no idea you were going to come and see me or I never would have had those people over."

"Have you... I mean... God Mom, what is going on?" I wasn't sure what I wanted to ask first. Was she always doing orgies? Was this a one time thing? Had she always been a slut?

"Carrie, I ..." she paused. "I should have never agreed to do that at my... at our house. That was really stupid of me. It won't ever happen again, I promise. I guess I just hated being alone at home and so I offered to... listen Carrie, it wasn't as bad as it seemed. God, what you must think of me now."

I started crying, but I tried to keep it quiet. "Are you okay Mom?"

"No honey, of course not, my daughter thinks I'm a ... Look, the two guys you saw me with, I have been seeing them for a long time. It ... I know it seems awful, but please believe me, I'm not just hooking up with strangers or anything like that. The other people, well it's like... "

"Okay, for a few years now, I have been involved in this group. We get together, usually at someone's house and party. I mean... well baby we have sex. We are all friends, it isn't like a bunch of strangers. I know it makes me look like a total slut Carrie, but I swear, I don't do half of what some of the girls do. I don't ... this is so difficult to explain honey. I never wanted you to know about it, it isn't that it is a bad thing, just not something that people who are not into it would understand."

Something clicked in my head then. "Mom, were you doing this when Dad was still living with us?"

The silence pretty much answered the question, a long period of it. "Carrie, look, let's meet for dinner tomorrow at home and I'll explain it to you. This is nothing to discuss over the phone. I just wanted you to know that I'm okay and make sure you are too. It looked dreadful I'm sure. Please, don't tell anyone, I don't want any of the neighbors to know about it."

"I already... well Julie was there when I walked in. I'll talk to her, she won't tell anyone. I'm not sure about tomorrow Mom, let me get back to you." I felt ... leveled.

"And Carrie, please don't mention this to your dad or Kelly, it would ... just don't okay?"

So, my mom's biggest concern was that nobody find out what a slut she is. Fine. "Yeah, okay mom."

"Thanks baby. I love you Carrie."

"I love you too Mom."

"How is everything with your dad? Are you okay up there?"

"Yeah, he's been great. Kelly's been great too, though I doubt you want to hear about that."

"Well, I think they are happy together. As long as they treat you well and don't forget you are there. I hope I made the right choice Care Bear. I miss you so much." She started to cry.

"I'm fine Mom. Look, let's... I'll call first from now on. There is no reason for you to spend all your time alone just in case I show up. I just... well, I didn't expect it that is for sure. So, I'll give you at least an hour heads up from now on okay? I don't ... I mean, you should have a life."

"Thank you baby, you are so understanding, so smart. I don't know how in the world I ever got so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter." She sniffed.

"I'm not all that, you should have heard me freaking out before Julie straightened me out."

"Julie is a great girl. I always did like her." 

"Yeah, she is." I smiled. "Well, hey, I'm going to go get a bath. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay honey, I'll talk to you tomorrow, goodnight."

"Goodnight mom."

I went to the bathroom door. God the timing was horrible. All this drama in my life and Julie was...

Naked, behind this door. She was sitting in my tub, waiting for me. She...

"Hey Carrie." I jumped nearly a foot when I heard Kelly's voice. I was standing at the bathroom door like some sick stalker or something. How long had she seen me standing there?

"I ... umm..." I was just thinking of going in here and making love to my best friend, think Dad would be okay with that Kell? Yeah, not exactly thinking smoothly at the moment.

She laughed and took my hand and pulled me down the hall to my bedroom. I followed her, albeit reluctantly. She closed the door behind us and sat on the bed next to me. I was flushed and looking at my feet.

"Got the hots for your best friend huh?" She smiled.

"Is it that obvious?" I blushed, looking up at her, then quickly back down again.

"I've been there." She grinned. "But no, you aren't that obvious, except the waiting outside the bathroom door part. You are hiding it very well."

"I... I'm not really sure... " I trailed off, unsure what my thought even was, even worse how to get it out of my head.

"You are a sexually awakening woman Carrie. Believe me I understand how it is. Almost everyone you know or spend time with, you at least consider as a sexual partner or put them in the no category. Now, you and Julie have been best friends for a long time. Think about it. That's all I can tell you. It might work out, but chances are that you will both feel guilty after some incredible sex and then your friendship might suffer for it. Talk about it before you do anything. If you are falling in love and she is just experimenting, you both need to know that up front."




Darla's Games Day 14



"In college, I had this roommate."

I cringed. I really did not want to hear a sex story from Kelly.

She laughed. "Okay, fine, I'll leave out the yucky details. Anyway, we did stuff for a few months and then both started dating guys. It worked out well and we are still friends today. But we talked about it a lot. Not like guys, with their holding back of emotional discussions. We talked about everything before, during and after. I'm not trying to dissuade you here, just give you a little guidance. A good friend is worth a hundred great lovers."

"Anyway, the real reason I came up was to see if you wanted to talk about your mom. Your dad thinks you might want to talk to someone of the female gender."

I looked at her for a long few moments. "Maybe another time. I would feel like I was betraying her right now."

Kelly just smiled. "Carrie, you don't ever HAVE to talk to me about anything, but I am always here if you WANT to. Now, do you want me to go occupy your father so you can get in the tub with Julie?"

I smiled. "No, you definitely gave me something to think about there. I'm ..." I had an epiphany of sorts then. "Actually, yeah, I am going to join her, no reason for two friends not to enjoy a tub together is there? Wait, is that a weird thing to do? I'm not going to have sex with her, I just thought that yeah, we can talk about it. I'm not sure we ever took a tub together though... not that either of us had a Jacuzzi before..."

Kelly laughed softly. "I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It will certainly throw temptation and heat to the forefront. But if you set your wall up to sex while you are there, it should keep you both in the right mind frame for the conversation. I think it's a great idea, enjoy and come down when you are finished, we'll watch a movie or something."

She squeezed my hands in hers and got up and left. I waited for her to head downstairs before gliding into the hallway myself. I probably waited a minute longer than necessary before I opened the bathroom door. Julie was there, in the tub with the Jacuzzi running. She smiled at me. A very sexy smile. A smile that told me if I wanted, she was all mine right now. 

I smiled back, locked the door, and started to undress.

"So, what is my tub like?" I asked as I pulled off my shoes.

"You can go live with my mom. I'm staying here." Julie smiled as she leaned her head back onto the side of the tub.

"Well, I'm not leaving, but if you want to stay that can be arranged." I laughed softly, testing the water, so to speak.

She studied my face, a slight look of concern crossed her face and then she smiled again.

"I'm fucking with you... metaphorically I mean." God, this was going to be a difficult conversation, I could sense it. I pulled off my shirt and skirt, hoping she didn't comment on the lack of underwear, though she probably knew it.

"I'm not stupid Carrie." Julie laughed. My turn to look concerned I guess. 

"What?" Julie asked as she studied my face.

I slipped into the tub opposite her. "We ... umm..." I giggled. "Need to talk."

Julie laughed. "Go, you first."

Hmm, this could be awkward. "You weren't fucking with my head right? I mean the kiss?"

"No. How long have you been thinking of me sexually?" Julie followed.

"A few weeks I guess." Apparently, we were just going to ask each other questions. This was working out well I thought. I didn't even have to framework the discussion, we could both get our issues resolved here and now. "You were so violently opposed to me being a lesbian, why the change?"

She frowned. "Carrie, that was ... if there was a moment in my life I could go back to and change, that would be it. I can't tell you how horrible I felt about that. I mean, I have... well, who doesn't have a homosexual fantasy right? It isn't like you and I never kissed when we were younger or ..." she trailed off. Of course I knew what she was talking about. We had done kissing games, not so innocent touching between girlfriends who were discovering their bodies. Yeah, we did that a little.

"Anyway, maybe I was freaked out because it opened a door to me that I was intrigued by, but as long as it was closed, I didn't have to think about it. Now, well, it's a pretty tempting option." She licked her lower lip and I laughed sweetly. "Are you in love with Farin?"

Damn. I honestly didn't know the answer to that question. I guess a frown dropped on my lips because Julie looked disappointed, like maybe she should have not reminded me that I have a girlfriend. "It isn't that." I reassured her. "Julie, I don't know where Farin and I stand. There ... well, she was my first, so I guess she will always be special to me. But, I'm not sure we are on the same page. I think I may even be using her a little and that makes me feel quite guilty at times."

"She wants me to come out of the closet with her in front of the whole school. I don't really feel comfortable with that. She pushes for it and gets pissed at me. Not only that, but she kind of deceived me in the beginning. Not when we had ... sex the first time. But, before that." I got lost in thought for a moment. "I ... no. Now that I really think about it. No, I'm not in love with Farin, more the idea of her."

"Are you in love with Chad?" It seemed the next logical question.

She smiled. "I think so. Is that a problem?"

I looked at her. Yeah, we would definitely want different things out of this. "Not really." Surely Julie knew the code word for yes.

"Well, in that case, I'll break up with him tomorrow." She smiled at me. Yes, she did know the code word for yes.

I smiled at her. "Not yet." She did not look disappointed at my statement.

"Carrie, I'm bisexual at best. I'm not going to lie to you. There is no way I am a lesbian. If that is an issue, well, it's an issue. We can either work around it or my homosexual experimentation will be with someone else. We HAVE to be friends afterwards. That is why you started this question and answer thing right?"

My jaw dropped open for a second. "You fucking blow me away Julie. Honestly, it's like you read my mind."

"Or maybe Kelly and I had a talk earlier." She laughed.

I laughed. "What a manipulative..." I let the descriptive drop to our individual opinions.

"You should thank her later." Julie smiled.

I frowned. My thought was that this was a bad idea. I could easily see myself falling in love with Julie and she already had that path closed in her head. 

"And there it is." Julie sighed, but she was still smiling. "Well, it was an electrical kiss. Let's just leave it at that."

I thought about it for a few minutes. "I can cope."

She laughed. "Shut up. You just want to get me into bed. Can't say I blame you, I'm pretty freaking hot."

"Damn, good thing you have me here to build your confidence." I laughed.

"You would fall in love with me Carrie. We already love each other as friends. I'm not sure if I would fall for you, but it isn't likely. I won't risk our friendship over a few fantastic orgasms. So, let's just shelve it for now. You know anyone else I could experiment with who wouldn't have hang-ups?"

"What am I your pimp now?" I was a little irritated, but I tried not to show it.

"This is going to be a problem." Julie said, not smiling. "What?" I asked, trying to seem upbeat.

"You. Now, it's in your head that I want to play around with a girl and you want it to be you, but you are worried about our relationship being emotionally unequal, so you aren't going to go through with it. I understand that. But, I don't even think we will be able to talk about it now without you getting upset and that makes me very sad."

"Julie, I can handle it." I said. "I want to be your first. I'll keep seeing Farin and dating other people too. You keep seeing Chad and we will fall in love with other people and still have sex when it is convenient."

She choked. "Convenient? Fuck you Carrie. Seriously? Convenient? What the hell kind of bullshit is that?"

"I didn't mean it like that." I sulked.

"Good, because I am NOBODY's convenient lay. Ever. And neither are you. We are way too good for that." 

"So, are you going to let me fuck you or not?" I asked with a grin.

She smiled at me. "Not tonight. Not here. Let's get a hotel room somewhere one weekend, just the two of us. I don't want to sneak around or have to be quiet about it. I want it to be very special for both of us. That will give us time to think about it and talk about it and if it isn't a good idea, we'll talk it out before it becomes a blemish on our friendship."

"Blemish?" I laughed. "Big word."

"You want to kiss a little?" She smiled.

"Yes." I blurted out a little too quickly. I knelt in the tub and crawled over to her. Julie likewise knelt up and soon we were barely not touching each other.

I slid my hands to her thighs and then up over her hips. She seemed to like to wrap her fingers in my hair and she did that and pulled my face to hers. And for the first time, neither of us had our eyes opened when our lips touched. 

I thought I had felt the magic of a kiss. Jill had nearly made me orgasm when she kissed me that very first night we met. Farin had all the passion I thought I could ever want in her kisses. The others, not as exciting, but they always made me feel wonderful.

This kiss, blew them all away. There was no comparison. It was like our souls were combined at our lips. It was sex and friendship and love and so very tender. There was passion, but it was unrushed. It wasn't rough or raw. It was more like a refined and perfectly designed caress. Our tongues hadn't even left our mouths yet. It was just two best friends with lips pressed together, sucking softly and moaning gently. There were no accompanying caresses in any erogenous zones of our bodies. 

Sure, our breasts were pressed together, but there were no fingers probing or pinching or squeezing roughly. I did squeeze her sides gently where I held her, but there was no drive to complete or even progress. It was all it was meant to be. A kiss and nothing more. It was its own goal. It was not foreplay to something more, because there was to be nothing more. There didn't need to be anything more.

In that kiss, I realized something important. I didn't know anything about love yet. I knew nothing of sex either really. I don't really know how much time passed as we just knelt there kissing, but at some point Kelly knocked softly on the door to whisper, "Your dad is concerned Carrie, you two better wrap it up." But, the water was quite cold when we gently pulled apart at that interruption.

"Best kiss I have ever or will ever have." Julie smiled at me.

"Ditto." I grinned. A tear rolled down my cheek. I hoped it wouldn't be the last time I kissed her, but I was sure I could remember it forever if it was.

We got out of the tub and pulled the plug and took our time drying each other off. It wasn't like we were trying to get each other off or anything vulgar like that. We were just enjoying looking at each others' bodies. Exploring the subtle differences and similarities as we went through this non-sexual discovery of one another.

We wrapped our bodies in one towel, our hair in another and headed downstairs to join my dad and Kelly. My dad looked up and I thought he was going to freak for a second. "Wouldn't you two like to put on some pajamas?" He asked in a choked voice.

We laughed. "Do you need us to Dad? I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable." I teased.

"Carrie, stop teasing your father." Kelly admonished me. She was snuggled up against him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"So, John was overruled, well I assume he will be. He wanted to watch some adventure film, but I'm pretty sure you two will back me up on a chick flick." Kelly laughed.

"Great. Which one?" Julie asked as she bounded into the couch. 

"Ever see Steel Magnolias?" Kelly asked.

"Who's in it?" Julie asked. "I'll take that as a no. Carrie?" Kelly followed.

"Never heard of it." I answered. "Is it from your time Kelly?" I laughed.

She laughed at me and threw a pillow at me. I caught it and threw myself down on the couch next to Julie.

"Umm, Carrie, go get the Kleenex box out of the powder room, you two are going to need it. I'll go make some popcorn. John, you can start it when Carrie gets back. I've seen it once or fifty times."

I didn't really I was going to cry, but I have been known to break a tear from time to time so I pushed myself up and went to retrieve the tissues. I heard my dad ask Julie if she enjoyed her bath. Smooth dad, real smooth. I had to stifle my laugh so he wouldn't hear.

Well, the long and short of it is that we did cry. I cried a lot. Julie cried less, but we wiped out half a box of Kleenex between us.

When the credits ran, we were both hugging in tears. 

"Oh my God, that was the saddest movie I have ever seen." I sobbed.

I think I saw my dad wipe his eye at one time, but he said it was just from a long day and excused himself to bed saying, "The action flick would have been more fun."

Kelly swatted him as he left. "So, not to be presumptuous or rude, but if you do anything tonight, keep it quiet, your dad is not ready to accept that his little girl is an adult now." She whispered when he was out of earshot.

"We are going to wait." I told her.

She cocked an eyebrow. "Long bath." She giggled.

"Just a kiss." Julie smiled.

"Must have been one hell of a kiss then." Kelly grinned. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Kelly." I bade. "And thanks."

She leaned over as she passed us and kissed my cheek. "You are welcome. Remember, door is always open." She smiled and went to bed with my dad.

Well, we did not even kiss again. We went to bed, realizing that we hadn't done a bit of homework and we dove into what had to be done for tomorrow. It was probably after midnight when we fell asleep in our books.