7 comments/ 87592 views/ 18 favorites A Turn for the Worse By: Couture The further her friend Becky drove the car, the less Stacy liked where they were going. The houses were no longer the 3000 square foot brick McMansions with well manicured lawns like the ones they lived in. These homes had missing shingles on the roofs and bars over the windows. And Stacy was positive there drug deals going on at nearly ever corner they passed. "Are you sure you know where you are going?" Stacy asked, squirming nervously in her seat. "Turn left on Martin Luther King drive," said the monotone voice from the GPS. "Sure," Becky said, popping a pink bubble as the wheels of her car squealed when she took the turn a bit too fast. "It says we are nearly there." "Did you put the address in right?" Stacy asked. "Maybe you it was Hill Court instead of Hill Street." "You are arriving at address on the left," said the GPS. "This is the place," Becky's right two tires ran over the curb as she parked her new Rav 4. "Even if it's right, maybe we should come back when it's daylight," Stacy said. "We can't," Becky said. "The party is tomorrow and we have to get the beer tonight." "I'll wait in the car," Stacy said. "Suit yourself," Becky popped another bubble and opened her door. "Hey sweet thing," a very sketchy black man said from porch next door. "You got any money?" "No," Becky said. Shit. The guy was coming over. The last place Stacy wanted to be was out here by herself. "Wait for me," Stacy said. "I'm coming with." The two white girls walked so quickly to the front door they were practically running. "You don't want to go in there," the black man said. "Those girls are trouble. Come over here, I got anything you want." Stacy did her very best not to look in the man's direction, while her friend Becky knocked on the door. Stacy tugged on Becky's shirt. "Let's just go," she whispered. "Forget the beer." It was too late. The door opened and there were three tough looking black girls standing there. "Look what we got girls," the shortest of the three said. "White girls." Then to Becky and Stacy: "What are such pretty white girls doing in the bad part of town?" "We want to pick up some beer," Becky said, stepping inside the door. "You coming in or staying out?" the short girl asked Stacy. "Coming," Stacy stammered, but would have much rather stayed there on the porch to get this over with. "You got the stuff," Becky asked. "Sure we got it," the short girl black girl said. "But first..." There was a click. It was so fast, Stacy didn't even have time to blink. The short girl had pulled a switch blade knife and held it up to Becky's face. "You owe us for the two dime bags and three eight balls from last week," the short girl said. "Now where's my money." "I told you, you'll get it," Becky stammered, her eyes wide and she trembled in fear. "But I just need to get some stuff for this party we are having tomorrow night." "Bitch I know all about parties," the short girl said. "We got a party going on right upstairs. Do you hear 'em up there?" Stacy could hear all right. God, there sounded like there were at least nine or ten thugs up there. "Maybe this isn't a good time," Becky said, backing away. "We'll come back later." It was the first sensible thing the stupid bitch had said all night. Stacy backed up too. She had been ready to leave before they ever stepped foot out of the car. Both girls found their escape had long since been cut off. The two girls behind them pushed them forward- away from the door. "Where you you going Becky?" the short girl said. "You just got here. I thought you were ready to party." "Not anymore Tamara," Becky stammered. "Well, we ready, ain't we girls?"Cheryl asked her friends. "Yeah we ready," the girls answered. "The boys upstairs are ready, ain't they girls." "Yeah, them boys are ready too. They ain't never seen such pretty white girls as these, have they girls?" "Only one way to find out." "I got money," Becky opened her purse. "I got money too. You - you can have it all." Stacy volunteered. "I don't know anything about this. I just ..I just want to leave." "Shut up bitch," Cheryl said, turning her attention to Stacy. "I know your friend already. She talks all innocent, but when she gets an eightball, she gone be upstairs ready to to get her freak on. A regular white skank that one. But you I don't know. And that's even more of a problem than a bitch owing me money." The knife slid up and down the front of Stacy's shirt. She almost passed out from fright. She could be killed right here and now and...there was nothing she could do about it. Worse, she had nothing at all to do with any of this. "How do I know you ain't no cop?" the girl asked. "I...I go to...school..." Stacy stammered, her chin trembling. "So?" Cheryl asked. "You think cops don't go to school? Is there a special cop school? Do I look stupid? Tell you what. Girls, get this bitch some shit. Let's see if she parties." A girl dug a baggie out of her pocket, along with a spoon and a lighter. "I...I can't.." Stacy begged. "Look I don't do drugs. We just ..came for beer. Can..we please go?" "Look at her. I knew she was a fucking cop," a girl accused. "Cut that bitch." "Please..." Stacy begged, a lone tear falling down her cheek. "But she's pretty," the short girl said. "Be a shame to cut her for nothin. Tell you what white girl. Show me you ain't wearin a wire and you are okay with me." "I promise I'm not wearing a wire." Stacy said. "I said show me bitch." the knife emphasized the girl's point. Stacy had no choice. She began with the buttons on her blouse. "I like that shirt." a girl said as Stacy was down to her last button. "It is nice ain't it," the short girl asked, then to Stacy. "Give it to her." Stacy reluctantly handed over her shirt, standing there in only a bra and skirt. Feeling more and more vulnerable by the moment. "Try it on, see if it fit." the short girl said. The girl stripped off her T-shirt, with no regard to the fact that she was bare breasted as she pulled on Stacy's $80 top. "This feels good," the girl said, modeling the shirt. lifting up her melons and then dropping them. "A little tight in the chest though." "You don't want it?" Another girl said. "I'll take it." "I haven't decided," the girl said. "First I want to see what it looks like with a bra." "She needs a fucking bra," the short girl said threateningly. "Please..." Stacy begged. But it feel to deaf ears. "That bitch is wired for sound," a voice said from behind Stacy. "Cut that bitch." "I promise - I'm not - I'm not wired," Stacy stammered, her trembling fingers quickly undoing the clasp of her bra and taking it off. The girl that took Stacy's shirt, snatched the bra from her hands and began putting from inside her new $80 top. "What do you think?" she asked. "It's nice, but it don't match." another girl said. "You heard her," the short girl demanded, pointing the switchblade at Stacy's skirt. "Hurry up. I'm tired of playing with your ass." The skirt followed, and then Stacy's shoes and panties. Every piece of clothing was snatched out of her hands by the same greedy girl, who had no fear of modesty as she stripped down and donned all of Stacy's clothes. "I'm so rich," the girl wearing Stacy's clothes strutted back and forth, imitating Stacy's voice and mannerisms, pointing this way and that limp-wristed and pretending to twirl a finger through her hair. "I wonder where I should drive daddy's car? Perhaps to the country club? No, I don't want to go there after all, I heard they were going to allow negros to join." Everyone laughed except for the two white girls. "Do they have negros in your country club?" the short girl asked. "Yes..I - I'm pretty sure." Stacy stammered, keeping her hands clutched protectively over her breasts and crotch for modesty. "She's pretty sure," the short girl said, closing her knife and putting it back in her back pocked. "But she ain't real sure." To Stacy: "Have you ever seen a black person at your club or a mexican? I ain't talking about the help bitch, I'm talking about motherfucking members." "I..." Stacy wanted to lie, but feared the consequences of such a lie and decided to play it safe instead. "I .. don't remember." "Let's get this bitch upstairs to party, and see about getting some motherfucking money," the short girl said, taking Becky by the hand, as the other girls followed along. She pointed to one of the girls and gave a final order. "Watch that bitch and keep her out of trouble. I'll call when I'm ready for you to bring her in. Make sure she finishes this while she waits." The short black girl handed a baggie with several small rocks to the other girl. "Okay," the girl said. Poor Stacy was terrified. Her friend Becky walked upstairs with the girls without looking back. Stacy was alone. She was naked. Her purse was with the other girls. She looked around for a phone, but didn't see one. The only thing that caught her attention in the dirty room full of old furniture was a few two by fours that had been nailed together and a dildo was mounted to one side. Another stuck up luridly from the top. God, what had she got herself into? Some yells and shouts came from upstairs. Stacy looked up. "They all doin' drugs right now." the girl offered. "Speakin' of which. I'm supposed to make you smoke this. But you don't smoke rock do you?" "No..." Stacy replied. She felt a small surge of hope. This girl was talking to her like a person. "My sister don't do drugs either," the girl said. "If you don't want to, I won't make you." "Thank you," Stacy breathed a sigh of relief. "It may be better for you if you did it though," the girl said. "There's some weird shit that goes on up there." Stacy slim body shivered at the thought. "You on the pill?" the girl asked. "No." Oh dear God no. She would be ruined. "What's your name?" Stacy asked. "Tamara," the girl offered. Stacy looked the girl over. Her skin was a dark ebony and she had closely shaved hair. Her clothes were more masculine than feminine. Her dark eyes seemed to have sympathy, but the line of her full mouth said she wasn't going to allow Stacy to walk out the door. Unless Stacy could convince her. "Look Tamara," Stacy began. "I..I don't belong here. I'm not a cop. I don't do drugs. I go to school. We just came here to pick up some beer. It..it was a bad idea." "I know you ain't a cop," Tamara said. "I go to school with you." Stacy paused. Damned, she didn't remember ever seeing this girl. But, that wasn't a big deal, she didn't see lots of people. But, now she wished she did remember the girl or have talked to her in the past. It would make things so much easier. "Just let me go..." Stacy begged. "Please...I won't tell. I promise I won't." "I wish I could help you," Tamara said. "But I can only think of three ways out of here." "What are they?" Stacy said, her eyes bright at the thought of escape. She'd been wracking her brain to come up with even one idea. "One" Tamara began. "You smoke this rock. You go upstairs and smoke however many more they want you to smoke and fuck who they tell you to fuck. They get some pictures of you so you don't tell nobody and even if you do, no one will believe you anyway." That wasn't an option. "The other?" Stacy asked. "You get through me and run out the door," Tamara said. "Naked. In a bad part of town. I hope you don't do that because I think you are a nice girl and I'd hate it if no one ever saw you again." Two options. To do drugs and fuck who knows whoever was upstairs or run out and get raped and kidnapped or worse. "You said three?" Stacy was running out of hope. Praying that Tamara was listing the options from worst to best. "Well, you know option one?" Tamara said. "See...they want a video...something embarrassing so that you won't dare tell a soul. We don't always have guys over getting high. When that happens...there's that over there." Stacy followed the girls eyes to the wood two by fours and the two dildos mounted to it. One on top pointing up vertically like some kind of kinky vase and the mounted on the side pointing horizontally. "You could just pretend to get high, and I could video you going at it over there." Tamara continued. "But if you ever tell anyone the truth, bitch I'll kill you." A scream came from upstairs and it sounded like a lamp broke. Stacy jumped. Was her friend still alive. Another sound. This one a moan. Followed by another. "They are fuckin' right now," Tamara said. "You need to decide soon. If anyone comes out, we can't fake it." Option three. To pretend to get high and then masturbate using a dildo while this girl video taped her. How could she even be considering such a thing. But not only was Stacy considering it, she was jumping at the chance if only because the alternatives were so bad. "Please...I don't think I can." Stacy whined. "Damn, let me finish," Tamara said. "Or why don't I shut up, since you obviously are so smart and know so much." "I'm sorry," Stacy mumbled. "Please." "Like I was saying before I was interrupted," Tamara continued. "When we don't have boys over here, we use that over there. A girl has to fuck it while we make a video. Then the girl has to suck one of us off, either a dildo or a pussy. But here's what we can do. See, I was watching this old movie last night and these two guys were fighting. Only they weren't really hitting each other. It was all done with angles. So all you really have to do is pretend to fuck that dildo, only it ain't inside you, unless you want it inside you. Then I'll take off my pants and get in front of you, but I'll put the camera behind me. All you got to do is move your head around and make some noises while I get it on tape. Then when the girls come down for you, I'll say we already did it. Show 'em the tape and that's it for that. Get some beer and some drugs for your friend and it's time to go home." Stacy wanted to jump for joy. This was the best news she'd heard since arriving at this godawful place. "I'll do it." Stacy said eagerly. "Let me get the stuff," Tamara got out a camera, a pipe, and a lighter. She handed the lighter and pipe to Stacy. "Now, pretend to take a hit." Stacy examined the crack pipe. She'd never even held one before, much less used one. "Damn bitch, you are dumb," Tamara put the camera down and took the pipe and lighter from the cute blond. She flicked on the lighter and held it underneath the pipe. She inhaled and held it. Then she let it go and gave a few fake coughs. "Just like that." Stacy imitated what she'd seen as best she could. Praying there wasn't any residual drugs or some sort of STD she could catch by sharing the pipe. "Damn girl," Tamara grew more exasperated. "You gotta act high. Shit, now I have to start over again." Stacy tried once more, yet Tamara grew even more perturbed. "You may be pretty, but you ain't no actress that's for damn sure," Tamara said. "Wait, I got an idea. You do drink don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't be trying to score beer." "Yes..I drink." Stacy was growing increasingly anxious with her every failure taking her closer and closer to the growing moans and shouts she heard coming from upstairs. "Good." Tamara pulled out a bottle of Yeager and a can of Red Bull. "A few shots of this and they won't be able to tell that you ain't high." Tamara started the camera back up and handed Stacy the bottle. "You want some of this? You want to party with me?" "Yes," Stacy answered and took a swallow or two of Yeager and washed it down with some Red Bull. It was stronger than beer, but it was sweet. Not so bad when you washed it down with Red Bull. "Damn girl, now we gotta do it again," Tamara said angrily. "You are running out of time girl. Stop fucking up. Now let's try it again and you better act like you want to party ... or they'll never believe you smoked a rock for real." "Sorry," Stacy mumbled. She could act. She really could. She'd taken drama. But, she'd never been under such pressure. Moreover, she'd never been naked for any of her parts. Tamara started the camera once more. "You like to party white girl?" "Oh yeah...I like to party," Stacy said and gave a wide fake smile, and prayed it was convincing enough as she took a several swallows of Yeager. She could feel it warm her stomach as she chased it with Red Bull. "I bet you can't finish that bottle," Tamara said. "If you do, I'll let you take a hit of something special." "I can finish it," Stacy tried to be convincing as if she were acting on a dare. She was already growing flush from the effects of the alcohol and the acting came easier. She upended the bottle and drank. She'd never had Yeagermeister before. It tasted like candy. There didn't seem to be that much left in the bottle until she tried to drink it all in one try. Wow...it was a lot. She drank more. And more. Then finally she was finished. Or very nearly so. Her stomach was so full, she didn't touch the chaser. "A promise is a promise." Tamara handed the naked girl the pipe and lighter. "Mmm..." Stacy fired it and inhaled. She forgot to cough, but from her half-lidded expression, it was obvious the girl was high as a kite. "You like that shit?" Tamara asked. "Don't you?" "Oh yeah...that's...good shit..." Stacy slurred. She was buzzing and it felt good. She grew less anxious of her situation. She was going to pull this off. "It makes a white girl hot though don't it?" Tamara said. "It makes that pussy throb. I see the way you looking at that big dick over there." Stacy's cheeks grew flush. Her nipples contracted. She'd known in advance that she was going to have to do this, but it suddenly felt much more personal. The way the girl talked to her. As if she were a piece of meat or something. Worse, she was stuck in this role of a loose skank and had to play along. "Yes." The pretty blond licked her lips. "Go touch it," Tamara said, zooming in on the girl with the video camera. "I bet you ain't never seen a white boy with a dick that big before." "Have you?" Tamara said, not letting the question go unanswered. "No," Stacy breathed, as she reached out her hand and ran it down the cock mounted vertically on the makeshift sawhorse. The bare minimum she reckoned she could get away with. "You like that?" Tamara asked. "Yes," Stacy replied in a hushed tone. "Tough shit," Tamara replied. "That one is for black girls only. The one down there is for white girls. It don't need batteries. It's smaller. And it's old fashioned, so it don't vibrate or nothing, but it gets the job done." "I don't mind," Stacy said. She was actually thankful not to have to mess with the other dildo. The simpler it was, the easier it would be to get it over and one with. "You want to try it out?" Tamara said. "Or do you want another swig first?" Stacy took the offered bottle and down a few more swallows of alcohol for bravery. She handed the bottle back and went to her knees, sizing the dildo up. Doing a little mental arithmetic in her head regarding how she was going to do this. This was pretend, but she still had to make it look real for the camera. "You got to do it doggie style," Tamara said. "That's how you white girls like it right?" "Yes." Shit. It was still the best alternative. How she had to do this really made no never mind. Still, as she turned around and looked back at the dildo, she couldn't help but feel an extra measure of humiliation even through the warm buzz she felt in her stomach. It would have to go underneath her and between her thighs. Then with Tamara filming in front and above her, no one would know the dildo never entered her. A Turn for the Worse "You want some lube?" Tamara asked helpfully, holding out a bottle of lube and tilting it upside down. "I guess," Stacy said, holding out her hand. But Tamara didn't hand over the lube. Instead she squirted almost an entire hand full into Stacy's outstretched palm. It felt cold to the touch. Stacy reached back and liberally coated the dildo with the lube. She had so much left, she rand her hand over her sex to clean it off. Okay, here goes nothing, Stacy thought to herself as she backed up on the dildo on her hands and knees. It was then that Stacy had her first surprise. She'd imagined the dildo resting between her open thighs while she would move back and forth pretending to masturbate herself on it. She hadn't reckoned on the height of the phallus. It was so high that it pressed against her nether lips and tight abdomen. She tried to move her knees closer together to gain some additional height, but that only served to press her lips sex around the phallus and causing even more stimulation. Shit. She quickly came to the conclusion that her original position was best and spread her legs a bit more and moved back experimentally. Another surprise. The dildo wasn't smooth. It was lifelike, only every detail was exaggerated to the extreme. The head was like a mushroom top sticking up from a thick shaft. The shaft itself was curved like a sickle with thick veins bulging out here and there. All these details were not transmitted visually, but through sensation as her tender pink lips felt ever last iota. Stacy moved forward, and quickly came to the conclusion, that even pretending as she was, this was going to be tougher than she reckoned. Much tougher. It was then that the class vice president and head cheerleader discovered a new surprise. She felt her sex warming up and growing almost hot. Shit. there must be something in the lube. "Ahhhhhh...." The moan was involuntary and not fake at all. The booze, the lube, the sensations from the dildo, her embarrassing and helpless situation had revealed a new detail about Stacy to Tamara. She was turned on. "You like that do you skank?" Tamara asked. "You like that big black dick in that tight white pussy?" Stacy didn't even trust herself to talk. She looked up at Tamara with blushing cheeks and dilated pupils. Her small pink nipples had long since hardened into bullets. "Fuck it slut." Tamara urged. "Fuck that dick." The language the black girl was using wasn't helping Stacy. Nobody talked to her that way. Nobody. Her daddy was a rich CPA. They had a country club membership. She shifted back again, feeling every bump and ridge. She drove herself back, perhaps a little too hard. Her very wet and engorged sex gave a wet slap as she made contact with the 2x4 the dildo was mounted to. "Oh!" she gasped. "Damn girl," Tamara said with admiration. "I ain't never seen a skank take that dick all the way to the hilt in one go like that. I bet you get around. I bet you put out for all the white boys." Stacy blushed, her mortification felt palpable. She felt like it was going to swallow her whole. She wanted to crawl away and hide. The last thing she wanted was this video camera shoved into her face, capturing her every humiliation. But that was the way of it. She'd chosen this. This was only a bit of humiliation. It wasn't real. It was just pretend. She was acting. Not like whatever was happening to Becky upstairs. Poor Becky. No. Goddamn Becky. Becky was the cause of all this. Becky deserved whatever she was getting. Stacy caught her full lower lip between her perfect ivory teeth. She shifted forward once more and pushed back. Finding a rhythm. "Ahhhhh..." Stacy moaned again. "Shush bitch," Tamara said. "I'm trying to listen." Stacy's cheeks bloomed a brighter shade of red. She hadn't realized that she'd moaned. She kept her lips firmly pressed together to keep from being further humiliated. What was it that Tamara wanted to listen to? Had she heard something upstairs? The thought of the other girls coming downstairs for her before she was ready, quickened the movement of her hips. "I can hear that pussy of yours all the way over here," Tamara giggled. "Slurp..slurp...slurp..it's like that pussy of yours is trying to suck down that black cock." No. God no. Stacy cringed at the thought. But she could hear it herself. God. It wasn't even inside her. Was it her own secretions or all that fucking lube Tamara had dumped in her hand? Whatever the case, Stacy was determined to put an end to it, so she stopped moving back and forth and instead, rolled her hips around. "Roll those hips skank," Tamara encouraged. "Is that cock so small that you have to roll around on it to find the tight spot? Do I need to find you a bigger cock? Should I give you another so you can fuck them both at the same time." "No." Stacy groaned, hiding her face. Wasn't it enough that she was humiliating herself in such a fashion? Why did this girl feel the need to taunt her at the same time. "Don't be shy," Tamara said. "It's natural. Matter of fact, it turns me on cause I know you are juicin' up like a peach. Shit, we had this one whore up here one time and she farted every time she shoved it in her cunt. Now, that was some sick skank ass shit. But you? You sound sexy." Dear God. A whore had shared this very same dildo that Stacy rode on. Had knelt down on this very same blue striped comforter as it slid with her every motion on the dirty hardwood floor. Shit. Fuck. Poor Stacy couldn't win for losing. She stopped rolling her hips, and drove herself back on the dildo. Slapping her sex against the wood 2x4 once again, she closed her eyes and accepted the helplessness of her situation. The sensation felt so damn good. "Watching you hump that dildo has turned me on something awful," Tamara said, as she sat the video on top of the bar and wedging a bottle cap underneath it so that it was still pointed at Stacy. Next she stepped out of her shoes and shrugged her T-shirt over her head at the same time. Her jeans were next. Followed by a purple bra and a pair of jungle print panties. "Are you ready for some fine black pussy?" Tamara asked, as she closed the distance with the pretty cheerleader. "Yes." Stacy said. Her blue eyes wide with anxiety. She knew this was going to happen, but she wasn't prepared for it mentally. It wasn't that Tamara was unattractive. Her skin was a light tan. Her curves were womanly and soft. Yet, Tamara was still a woman, and Stacy wasn't into women. She liked boys. Sure, she'd kissed a girl before, but that was just playing around and teasing boys. This? This was different. There was a vagina was inches from her face. Her mouth. She could smell the girl's musky odor. She could see her aroused lips and leaking moisture. Tamara hadn't lied. She was really turned on. Was this girl gay? Shit. Stacy prayed the girl kept to the deal they'd agreed upon. An act. This was only an act for the camera. "Oh baby," Tamara moaned breathlessly. "That tongue feels so good. You love this black pussy don't you?" Good. The girl was keeping to her original bargain. Stacy didn't dare answer. She knew better. As far as the video was concerned her mouth was otherwise occupied. She made a few smacking sounds. "I'm gonna hump that pretty white face," Tamara said, as her hips pumped. There was only one way to escape the pussy that was humping just an inch away from her mouth. By pulling away an equal distance...making her slide up and down on top of the dildo once again. This act was harder than she planned on. Tamara's fingers ran through Stacy's long blond hair making it difficult to concentrate. Worse, the dildo made it impossible. As a result, Stacy didn't pull back when she was supposed to and now her nose and mouth were coated in pussy juice as a result. Gross. Stacy wondered if this really better than the alternative. She couldn't help but picture Becky upstairs surrounded by a group of nasty black drug addicts. Fucking her from the front and the back. The little whore moaning and panting. Probably going to get pregnant. Oh God. Fuck. The fantasy was making Stacy hot. Turned on. Big time. Her hips hunched and she spanked her cunt on the 2x4. Her mouth accidentally made contact with Tamara...damn...fuck...she could taste the girl. "Oh...Oh..Oh.." Stacy moaned. "Damn you a good pussy licker for a skank," Tamara said. "Moan for me. Moan for that sweet black pussy." What the hell. She didn't get off on such stuff. She was a good girl. Ambitious. Proud. "Lick my clit," Tamara ordered. "I'm fixin' to cum all over that pretty skank face." "Oh..Oh..Oh..." Stacy moaned, pounded herself against the 2x4. The lips of her sex sliding up and down the dildo beneath her with every hump. Tamara's pussy was now rubbing up and down her cheek. The girl was sopping wet and had coated the side of Stacy's face. Dear God. "What the hell is goin' on down here?" a voice said from the stairway. Shit... It was the short mean girl from earlier. The one who was apparently the leader of the gang. "Shit.." Tamara muttered. "Sorry, Cheryl. We were just having some fun." "You got a camera goin'?" Cheryl asked, as she continued down the stairs. "You better have a camera goin'" "Right there," Tamara nodded behind her to the camera on the counter. Cheryl picked up the camera and walked over to Stacy and Tamara, sticking a finger in Tamara's face. "Bitch," Cheryl snarled. "You ever get a lezzie here, you come get me no matter what I'm doin'. I don't care if the motherfuckin' president of the United States is here, you come get my ass. Otherwise, I'm gonna bust your ass. You got me?" "Yes." Tamara said. "Sorry. I just...got a little carried away." Cheryl and a finger down Stacy's jaw, and tilted up her chin. "I guess I owe you an apology. To think I almost took you upstairs with your skank ass friend." Stacy felt like she'd been granted a reprieve. That her ordeal was over. "I ain't gonna waste a girl that can lick pussy on some damn drug addicts. Naw...you stay down here with us...and get back to doin' what you was doin'." Still holding Stacy's chin, Cheryl slid it forward so that the high school senior was facing Tamara's sex once again. Then with her other hand, she pushed Tamara forward by her buttocks until her vulva came into contact...not with Stacy's cheek, but this time with her lips. Shit. This wasn't the deal. She'd only committed to play act, not do this for real. But she didn't dare refuse. She had a feeling that if the truth of what she and Tamara had been doing came out, there were much worse things than sharing the fate of her friend Becky. Closing her eyes and steeling her nerves, Stacy licked a girl for the first time. The taste was salty and a bit ...tangy. Not musky like the odor that assaulted her senses. "You give this skank ass bitch heroin?" Cheryl asked. "She acts like she's fixin' to fall asleep. I bet a little Meth will perk her up." "I...I'm awake...I...just feel weird with you standing...right there," Stacy stammered. No, she did not want any Meth, that was for damn sure. "Just pretend like I'm not even here," Cheryl purred, as she bit the white girl's earlobe. "Here I'll even help put things back like they were before I so rudely interrupted." The short black girl smiled, but her eyes were dark like two slits of pure danger. She picked the already opened lube beside Stacy and poured some more in her hand. She ran it up and down the dildo, giving it a fresh new coat. Then to Stacy's dismay, Tamara turned the bottle upside down over Stacy's bottom. The cold made her tight pucker clench. It clenched even more when Cheryl thrust two fingers in Stacy's hot sex, capturing the lube as it ran down and worked it into the eighteen year old's quivering pussy. "God...." Stacy moaned. She'd been fingered a time or two, but it was always clumsy fingers from inexperience boyfriends. These fingers knew what they were doing. These fingers were expert. Her thighs opened of their own volition. Biting her lower lip, Cheryl took hold of Stacy's lean hips, and pulled the girl back on the dildo. "Ahhhh..." Stacy groaned. This time she didn't ride atop the dildo. This time it speared her. Penetrating right into her soul. "Lick." Cheryl slapped Stacy's bottom to make her point. "Little white skank." "Ahhh..." This time it was Tamara that groaned in passion. Stacy was licking. Really licking. "See?" Cheryl said, her fingers roaming below Stacy's body. Stroking her clit with one hand and holding the camera with the other. "It's like I'm not even here." "What do you think Tam?" Cheryl asked. "She any good?" "She's pretty good," Tamara's voice squeaked. "Really?" Cheryl said. "She's all skin and bones and no ass at all." Cheryl's hand roamed over the flawless damp flesh of Stacy's ass, then down under to tease her clit, before moving on to her pert breasts. "And her titties look like lemons." Cheryl laughed. "Did you see 'em? What' up with that?" Poor Stacy felt like she was drowning, so deep was her sense of mortification. She had always been embarrassed about her breasts. She wanted a boob job, but till now she'd always kept them hidden within the confines of a bra. The weren't small. They were a bit smaller than average. But they road high on her chest and then swelled out to each side. "Be nice Little Chief, she has a pretty face," Tamara said. "Mmmm...and I just love running my fingers through her hair. It feels like silk." "She stinks too," Cheryl lied, as she inhaled Stacy's musky fragrance. "Did you take a bath today skank?" "MMmphh...Yes...." Stacy managed between licks. God would this girl ever get off her case? Worse, the cruel girl was stroking and petting gently despite the mean things she was saying. Touching her clit. Her lips. Her ass. Her breasts. Inserting an extra finger into her pussy while she rocked up and down on the dildo. Her loins were on fire. She was getting close. It was the last thing in the world she wanted, but her body didn't get the message. "With soap?" Cheryl said. "Did you use soap skank?" "Oh God...ahhh...yes...I...used fucking soap..." Stacy panted. Sweat ran down her back in rivulets. Her juices coated the insides of her thighs and dripped down on the blanket she knelt on. This cruel bitch wasn't letting up for a moment. "Don't get smart with me." Cheryl warned. "Otherwise.." To Stacy's horror, Cheryl began paying particular attention to a new part of Stacy's anatomy. Namely concentrating her attention on the tight pucker of Stacy's ass. No. Please no. God. Whatever the lube was, it was already making her grow warm and tingle even back there. "Do you like it up the butt lemon tits?" Cheryl laughed. "Mmmphhh...No..." Stacy protested. She tightened her ass as much as she was able. However, it did nothing to stop the girl's finger from easily slipping into her virginal sphincter. "You are coming aren't you skank?" "Oh..oh..oh God..." Stacy panted in quick gasps. "From getting it up the ass." Cheryl finished. "Mmmmhhhuhh...." Stacy moaned. She wanted to stop, but her body had a mind of its own and the hot flash that filled her loins would not be denied. Her hips humped as she fucked the dildo and driving the finger in and out of her ass with every thrust. She was coming, and so was Tamara, if the thrusting and the tightened grip on her hair was any indication. Cheryl disrobed quickly. She pushed Tamara on the shoulder. Poor Tamara was still trying to come down from her orgasm. She felt like she was come undone. "Move out of the way bitch. It is my turn now," Cheryl said. "Besides, it stinks back here too much. Like a skank whore house. I'm a bout ready to gag." "Sorry," Tamara said. "I'm sorry. I was just-" "Keeping it warm for me?" Cheryl smiled a crocodile smile, as she took her place in front of Stacy. "Get busy Lemon tits," Cheryl ordered, and to make her point, she reached beneath and squeezed Stacy's nipples. And none too gently. It was painful. Stacy didn't need to be asked twice. She began to lick once more even though she wanted to rebel against this cruel bitch. The girl had openly mocked her. Had touched her most intimate places. Worse, the girl wasn't even attractive like Tamara was. This girl was short and stringy and dark as night. And mean. Where Tamara had encouraged and lovingly ran her fingers through Stacy's hair. "Swirl that tongue skank," Cheryl slapped the side of Stacy's head. It didn't hurt. But it stung the white girl's pride. No one treated her like this. No one. Stacy swirled. What else could she do? "I can still smell you..even up here," Cheryl said. "Don't look at me. Look down there at what you are supposed to be working on. Get that tongue back to work you lazy slut." "I can't hear that skank ass pussy of yours slapping that wood no more," Cheryl said, roughly pinching Stacy's nipples with cruel fingers. "I want to hear it slap slut." Poor Stacy rocked back and forth, driving the dildo to the hilt, and slapping her mons against the 2x4 stand, her wet juices splattering her slim sweat covered thighs. "Slap it slut. Slap it." Wet smacks echoed throughout the room. Sweat dripped from the pretty cheerleader. The dirty comforter was balled up and shoved out of the way. Stacy's knees and palms gave wet squeaks with her ever plunge. "Work my clit baby," Cheryl purred. "I'm getting ready to cum all over your pretty white face. It was...the first nice thing that the girl had said to Stacy. She'd called her baby. She said she was pretty. The hands running through her hair were gentle. Caring. Pulling her hair from her eyes. And also moving it out of her face so Tamara could get a close up with the camera, but poor Stacy was oblivious to this fact. "Shit.." Cheryl panted. To Tamara: "Stick a finger up her chute, I want this skank to come with me." "Noo...ufff." Stacy grunted, as a finger was briskly thrust into her bottom once more. No. No. She wished it weren't so. She wasn't that sort of girl. But the heat flooded her loins once more. She trembled in orgasm, while Cheryl thrust against her lips until she was sated. "That was fun baby," Cheryl pulled on her panties and a bra. Then she helped Stacy to her feet. "Come over here and sit on my lap. Let's get to know each other better. Would you like that?" "Yes," Stacy said. She'd like to talk right now. Now this girl had a video of her doing the most humiliating things. They could finally talk and then Stacy could get out of here. "Sit right up here," Cheryl said, guiding the naked white girl into her lap. It wasn't quite what Stacy had in mind as she assumed the position her body was guided in. She trembled, realizing that Tamara was still filming her, sitting on Cheryl's lap, her legs spread wide, her engorged lips visible through her damp curls. "First of all, what are we going to call you?" Cheryl said. "You can be lemon tits if you want." "No," Stacy shook her head vigorously. "My..name is Stacy." "You got a suggestion Tam-Tam?" Cheryl said. "I've seen her cheering at school," Tamara said. "I think we should call her Cheer-baby." "Cheer-baby? Hmmm... It has a nice ring to it." Cheryl said. To Stacy: "Let me hear a cheer." "Ahhh..." Stacy hesitated. It was so hard to concentrate with Cheryl's fingers teasing her from below. "Two..four..ahh..six.." "We need some pom poms." Tamara said, filming from the front. "She has pom-poms right here." Cheryl said, guiding Stacy's hands until the girl cupped her breasts. "Start again." Cheryl ordered. "And do it right and work them pom-poms." "Two." Stacy jiggled her breasts. "Four." Her cheeks burned a bright red. "Six." God, she was being videotaped. "Eight." Her breasts weren't even pretty. They were weird. Lemon tits the girl had called her and she could see the resemblance. She would never ever let anyone see this. "Who do we appreciate." Not for all the money in the world. "Go....team" Not even to get revenge on this cruel bitch. A Turn for the Worse "Lady wolves," Cheryl said. "That's what we call our gang. Do it again. And give those tits a nice jiggle at the end, and remember to smile. Cheerleaders are supposed to smile, ain't that right Tam-tam?" "That's right Lil'Chief," Tamara said, zooming in on the cheerleader until she filled the frame. "Two..ahhh...four," Shit. Cheryl's was fingering her in full force now. Diddling her clit and fingering her pussy at will. It served to cut the humiliation that poor Stacy felt. "Six-eight..ahhh..who do we ahh..appreciate?" "Lady wolves!" Stacy took her pert breasts and gave them a wiggled, bouncing them in a circle. "Was that a good cheer Tam-Tam?" Cheryl asked. "I can't see from here, but it sounded enthusiastic." "It was real enthusiastic," She had her hand down her pants fingering her pussy, so enthusiastic was the Stacy's cheer. "That's a good girl Cheer-baby," Cheryl said. "I'm real proud of you. Now we are going to play another game. Listen real careful, because I'm only going to tell you the rules one time. Are you listening careful Cheer-baby?" "Yes..." Stacy breathed. She tried to concentrate, but it was so hard with Cheryl diddling her clit. "In a minute your friend Tam-Tam is going to call the other girls downstairs," Cheryl said. "There's five of 'em and your little slut friend, but she don't count. And no matter what anyone says, you are going to sit right here in my lap, just like this, with those long Cheer-baby legs spread wide and those hands holding up those little lemon titties of yours." "Please.." Stacy begged, it came out as a hoarse whisper. She would die from humiliation. Surely she would. Yet, the heat never came to her cheeks, though it grew ever hotter in her loins. "Don't be shy," Cheryl said. "I bet they don't even look like lemon-titties when you hold 'em up like that." To Tamara: "Do they Tam-Tam?" "They look real pretty," Tamara chimed. "Now if those hands move," Cheryl warned. "Or those pretty white thighs close...even just a little. Well, I've promised those 5 girls they get to play with a white girl and they are going to be awfully turned on after being upstairs for so long. And some of those girls like to play rough....you know how it is. But I'm the boss here. What I say goes. Isn't that right Tam?" "That's right Lil'Chief." Tamara said. "So if you are a good girl," Cheryl said. "You just make out with me a little more. Won't that be fun?" "Yes.." Stacy breathed and her body trembled. Now spread those legs a little wider," Cheryl urged. Stacy complied. "Come on Cheer-baby,' Cheryl said, her tone going from a purr a hint of steel. "A real cheerleader can do better than that. Matter of fact, I know one can." Not while being fingered, Stacy thought, but kept that to herself. With a moan, her lean legs grew taunt as her thighs spread as wide as she could make them. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Providing this cruel girl with humiliating entertainment, at the same time basically selling poor Becky to these other five girls after who know what she'd already been through with ever how many men were upstairs. But Stacy couldn't help that. She felt a bit guilty, but it was Becky's fault that all this had happened in the first place. "You ready Cheer-baby?" Cheryl asked. "Yes," Stacy reluctantly answered. She was anything but ready. "Call me Lil'Chief," Cheryl said. "We are friends now." "Yes Lil'Chief," Stacy said. "Call them down," Cheryl told Tamara. Tamara picked up a cell phone. Stacy could here another ring upstairs. "We're done here," Tamara said. "Get that white girl down here." Stacy took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare herself for seeing Becky. Would she be naked too? Would she be bruised? What had she been through up there? It sure sounded bad downstairs. Whatever had happened, Stacy was determined to make sure Becky didn't say a word about it, to keep the humiliating material on the camera from being shared. There was a sharp intake of breath. Stacy was in shock upon seeing her friend Becky. She wasn't bruised or battered or raped. She looked even better than she had when she went upstairs. It was enough for her to forget the deal she'd made with the girl called Lil'Chief. Only the hungry stares of the other five girls was enough to keep her there in Cheryl's lap with her legs spread wide with her hands cupping underneath her small breasts. God, she felt so stupid. "Do you have it?" Becky asked Cheryl. "Does it look like I have it?" Cheryl said. "Yes." Becky couldn't believe her eyes. Stacy. The girl she'd always been second best to. Cheer Captain. Drama club president. Student body...fuck it.... the bitch had stolen Lance and that was the last straw. "Here's the deal Stacy," Becky began the lines she'd rehearsed over and over. She'd said them so forcefully in front of the mirror, but looking at her rival in such a humiliating circumstance, she couldn't help but smile and it was all she could do not to laugh. "The first thing you are going to do is break up with Lance. Then you are going to quit the cheer squad. Then you are going to pay me two hundred dollars a week to pay me back for the money I blew to get this video tape of you. And then you can start...doing my homework and wash my car. I may even make you shovel out the kitty litter at our house ...with your teeth. We are going to have some real fun times for the rest of this year, you can believe that." God. Poor Stacy felt her last bit of hope slip away. It was only by chance that she stayed in position. Only a few moments more and she would have closed her legs and tried to do her best to cover her nakedness. "That wasn't our deal," Cheryl said. A flicker of hope bloomed. It was enough. Stacy felt her cheeks grow hot, but she stayed as still as possible even when Cheryl slid her nether lips open, displaying her swollen clit and tight pink entrance. "Yes it was," Becky said. "I paid you three thousand dollars." "Yeah-yeah...to blackmail her so she'd break up with some dumbass." Cheryl interjected. "I got it the first time." To Stacy. "You are breaking up with that boy, you got me Cheer-baby? "Yes..." Stacy squeaked. Her throat was tight from being being fingered and teased. "Matter of fact," Cheryl said. "I don't know which boy she's talking about, so let's make it all boys. No boys allowed, are we clear Cheer-baby?" "Yes Lil'Chief." Stacy said. "But...the camera," Becky said. "I'm keeping the camera," Cheryl said. "Cheer-baby stays on the cheer team. She stays whatever school shit she wants to stay in. She does her own fucking homework. She washes her own fucking car." Stacy was relieved. She was getting out of this nearly scott free. "No deal," Becky said. "That's not acceptable. I paid you three thousand dollars and gave you the video camera. If I don't get the camera, I want my money back." "See there's a problem," Cheryl said. "We are splitting the money, so even if I agreed to give it back, there's still Tam-Tam, Sneak, Knives, Tiny, and Jewels to think of. Hell, Tam-Tam's been having fun with that camera. I think she wants to go into film school now. Go ahead though...take it from her, I bet she don't mind." "Ahh. Never mind." Becky said. She suddenly felt a bit chilled. "Just keep it." "And there's another problem," Cheryl continued. "See, I told Cheer-baby here that if she was good, she'd only have to lick one more pussy tonight...and that was mine. And she was very good." The small black girl grinned, but her eyes were cold slits as she looked around the room. "But there's lots more pussy around here that needs to be licked." It didn't take long for Becky to realize that if Stacy wasn't licking these other girls, just who would be doing the licking. Becky wasn't like that. She was into boys, but she didn't think that would matter to these girls. She made a break for it. She didn't get far. Stacy watched as Becky was pulled to the floor and stripped naked. She kept her position there on Cheryl's lap, spread wide, hand under her breasts, offering them up like ripe fruit. Repeating the instructions from the short black girl over and over in her mind, just to be sure she didn't end up down there with Becky. "You aren't busy every night though are you Cheer-baby?" Cheryl whispered to the girl perched on her lap, while her fingers gently fanned the flames of Stacy's desire. "Today's Thursday. You got Thursdays free next week? Cheryl went through all the days of the week, quizzing the cheer captain about her schedule, her parents, when they got home, where they worked, did she have any brothers or sisters. Everything. Stacy answered every question and dared not lie. "So here's who it's going to breakdown," Cheryl continued. "You come over here to visit us on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. And no one sees this tape. Not your friends. Not your parents. Not your parents friends. No one. We clear." Oh God. Stacy wasn't free. Not by a long shot. But, it seemed her only option. She couldn't afford for the tape to get out to anyone. Her parents. God, her parents would be devastated. "Yes..." Stacy agreed, as she averted her eyes from what was taking place not five feet from her. "Don't look over there at the window," Cheryl commanded. "Look there on the floor. Looks like your skank friend shaves her beaver." Stacy didn't need to be told. She couldn't help but notice Becky's shaved box. The girl was a skank alright. Who else did that? But even skanks deserved better than what was happening to poor Becky. "I like shaved beavers too," Cheryl said. "I want my Cheer-baby to be smooth beaver the next time I see her, you got me Cheer-baby?" "Yes." Stacy breathed. Who else did that? Oh God, now Stacy did. Stacy couldn't ignore what was taken place at her feet. Sure, Becky deserved everything she was getting, but Stacy couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. But at the same time...there was a reason she was avoiding looking at the scene. "She aint' lickin' with a damn," the fat girl said. "How 'bout now?" the girl that had a firm grip of Becky's tender breasts asked as she pulled on the tender flesh of the white girl's nipples. "That's better," the fat girl moaned. "Keep it up. She seems to like that." There was a muffled protest from below. No. Becky thought, I don't like that. It hurts. They are my nipples, not fucking cabinet pulls to tug on. But she couldn't say anything from there underneath a large black girl, with a wet slit placed over her mouth. Sure, she could bite the girl, but she didn't dare. All she could do was lick more. Lick faster. The girl on top of her moaned her pleasure. Stacy was horrified that she was growing even more turned on when by all rights she should be experiencing revulsion. "You watching? Good." Cheryl said so that both Stacy and Tamara could hear. "But first, look over there at Tam-Tam. See those strap-on dildos she's holding up? Yeah...the big one and the one with the thick ridges on it. She wants to know which one to use on your little friend down there. And I want you to help pick. If you like the one on the right. Shake your right pom-pom little Cheer-baby. If you like the one on the left. Shake your left pom-pom. Both? Shake 'em both." Oh God. She couldn't choose. She couldn't. She couldn't take part in this. Oh God. She was going to come. Stacy felt it welling up inside her once more. Tamara held the dildo's up. Each looked menacing. What would happen if Stacy didn't choose? Would she use neither? Stacy wasn't cruel. She wasn't. She looked down at the floor. At Becky. At her smooth shaved box. Her tight ass. A black girl riding her face like a horse. Another rubbing Becky's nipples and clit. Tamara there with a hungry look and two menacing dildos in her hands. Oh God. God. Stacy felt the heat rise up. She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. She did. She shook her breasts. Both. Shook them almost violently. She came. Part of her mind protested. Good girls didn't do this. Legs dancing, hips bucking, she came and came and came. Maybe she wasn't a good girl after all. Tamara and Cheryl smiled to each other and shared a conspiratorial grin. Tamara tossed the other dildo to the girl called Sneak. "Now it's my turn Cheer-baby," Cheryl said. "Lil'Chief want to feel that sweet tongue of yours again." Stacy slid down between the small girl's legs, and reached for her panties. Despite her size, Lil'Chief was the boss here. It made Stacy feel special that she was the one the girl smiled down at with hungry eyes. "Uh-uh," Cheryl said, grabbing Stacy's wrists. "Use your teeth." Stacy like she was falling into an abyss and she was helpless to stop. Using her teeth, she managed to get Cheryl's panties down her legs. "Work your way up," Cheryl said. "Starting at my toes." Stacy kissed the girl's glittering purple toe nails. With a groan she took a toe into her mouth and sucked. God. She could feel herself growing ever more lost. She realized the other girls could see her sucking on Lil'Chief's toes. They could see the aroused state of her naked sex and ass. They could see everything. She should be mortified, and yet the heat flamed up in her loins once more. "Oh Cheer-baby," Cheryl moaned. "You are something else. Hurry up bitch. I want to feel that tongue in my pussy." Stacy happily obliged. She heard Becky behind her. "No..Not there..." Becky protested. "Oh..God..Oh..God...ufffff..." Stacy's fingers found her clit and strummed, while her tongue worshiped at Chery's purple tinged altar. She hoped someone was getting a video.