****** The Slave of an Angel Part 2: Backfire by Cyrus ******
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The Slave of an Angel Part 2: Backfire


Notice: This story portrays graphic acts of intercourse that could be found
offensive by some people. If you do not wish to read about such subjects, or
are not permitted to by local law, then do not read any further. Also, I
definitely recommend that the preceding part of this story be read beforehand.


It was another perfect day. Of course, it wouldn't seem so perfect later, but
that's how every day with Victoria was. He wondered why he would answered her
call, tell her he would be right over, call a cab company, shell out for the
ride, then walk up to her expensive house and ring the doorbell despite his
common sense. All he would be able to think is 'She doesn't really care about
you! You're all toys to her, and if you don't serve her right, you'll be
disposed of! If any of this was honest, you would have a functioning
relationship with her!

Why don't you either set her straight and retake control of your life, or
simply walk away and wait for a sane girl?' Then she would answer the door.
Always a new outfit, always a different perfume, always the same sly smile, and
always the same kiss as a greeting and appetizer.

And with it, his long-term memory would quickly die.

She had pulled him in, then closed the door, pressed him away, and left for a
second. The lights slowly went a little dim, then she returned from the kitchen
door with the bottle of champagne that they would usually chip away at and the
same glass they would share. This time, she was wearing a tiny white little
designer T-shirt with a nearly transparent back, a narrow stomach, and a slight
flare at the hem as it ended above her bellybutton. She also wore black jeans
that were very tight, accentuating the tone of her feminine muscles and the
young curve of her hips. Her hair was, as always, simply let loose to fall
straight back. A grin played at her knowing expression as she had walked up to
him happily.

They found themselves in the living room, the bottle of champagne on the end
table of one of the slightly curving sofas. It was a large and very soft piece
of furniture, one of those things that you could lose yourself in along with
someone else. There were many small pillows that added to the encompassing
feeling, and the cushions were some of the largest and softest available. It
was her favorite couch, it made her feel so special and pampered. The end table
was made out of expensive mahogany, and it was placed just right; or rather,
Steve was. She had lead him over and placed him next to it, so she would just
have to lean over him every time she wanted a refill. Poor girl.

Her legs were curled onto the couch as her upper body was turned toward Steve.
His mind and body were fighting each other, with the power of his position
fighting everything else in him. He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans,
nothing else. Also, since that 'magical' night a few weeks ago in the woods
behind their school, he had been working out more. Just for her. How thoughtful
of him, right? Either way, the T-shirt showed off his frame, and he could tell
it had its effect on her.

A casual smile stayed on her face, etched in ruby red lipstick. Her green eyes
studied Steve carefully, and every once in awhile he got the feeling that she
was letting her imagination roam. He always wondered if her thoughts were
mostly perverse and horny fantasies or sly little plans to take what she can
have at the expense of others and amuse herself with everything at her
disposal. Steve settled on the decision that she was thinking both, something
along the lines of 'I can fulfill all these fantasies by being so conniving.'
But Steve never found out for sure. He never really was sure about anything
around her. He was always waiting for the scene to become more oriented to
instinct, as it always did.

She sipped their glass lightly and insisted that he did the same. He wanted to
stay sharp, since something about her always worried him. His mind was
constantly in overdrive, trying to analyze her and his situation. She knew
that, and that's why she'd try and dull his senses in every way possible. She
knew she was mostly in it for the challenge, but she didn't want to admit to
herself the truth. The truth, as it was, would set him free.

She'd bring up a variety of things, guys she was 'going out with' and teachers
who were trying to hide their stifled attraction to her. She would chuckle as
she recited who liked what, and what way she could bend over and drive one
specific man's mind to do flips. She could even state the number of men over a
certain span of days that she'd driven into the bathroom with awkward ways they
would walk and odd bulges in their pants. That might have amused her the most,
tempting someone so much that they just couldn't sit there anymore.

Still, Steve couldn't get his mind around it. He was starting to think she
meant to confuse him, acting vicious and cold one minute, then passionate and
caring the next, then apathetic and bored in a heartbeat. But it didn't matter
anymore, it was starting to comfort him. Perhaps he was changing.

She had laid her arm around the back of his neck and was leaning toward him,
resting her head on his shoulder as she talked and sipped their glass. Every
few moments, she'd hold it to his lips, and he had learned not to say anything.
In fact, that was what he kept learning; every time she'd pull him into a
bathroom, every time she'd give him an order, every time she'd baffle him with
a change of mood, he would bring it up. He'd argue, or plead, or try and reason
with her, but now he had learned just to do it and forget it. But it was
starting to get to him, like all the hearts he'd broken or mindless sessions of
fucking that he didn't consider anymore. He was starting to like it.

Her voice was getting lower and her hand was softly massaging his shoulder as
she curled closer to him. Under most circumstances, he would start to get
nervous and try to tell himself she didn't care about him. But now, he was just
happy. In fact, it was starting to excite him, all this deception, confusion,
and mystery. He didn't know why, but he did know that he liked it.

She brought her head up and nuzzled it into his neck. "You know, Steve, it's so
nice to escape all this bullshit in my life. It's nice to sit here, next to
you, slowly getting drunk, getting it all out of my system." She grinned. "And
what usually happens afterward isn't unwelcome, either." She pressed the
champagne glass into his hand and he grabbed it from her, placing it onto the
end table. He brought one hand to the back of her head, letting his fingers
sink into her soft blonde hair. He didn't remember her wearing such a subtly
intoxicating perfume ever before. He found himself sinking into the whole
experience even deeper than usual. It was indeed a very perfect day.

She let her free right hand fall onto his chest, her fingers fanned out
leisurely. She had a small and wistful smile on her face as she slowly rocked
her head toward his neck from underneath, closing her eyes and bringing her
knees in a little closer. Steve could feel her press into him, and could also
feel the slight stiffness of his cock, which was mostly unnoticeable for now.
Her hand fell down onto his stomach as her lips met his neck, all the while
making sure her chest was pressed into his side. She disengaged for a second to
slip under his arm, then went right for his lips, slipping her tongue between
them gracefully. Her right hand slid down underneath his belt buckle and
quickly found its target, teasingly running her nails over his most sensitive
area lightly.

He swallowed and closed his eyes tightly, returning her passionate kiss and
drawing her closer. She slowly extended her right leg over his knees and sat
up, straddling his thighs as her left hand slipped away from his shoulder. She
grabbed his chin and rose a bit, now pumping his dick firmly between them. His
left hand was cradling the back of her head as his other slipped her shirt up
around her neck. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra, and she promptly pressed
her small breasts into his chest, gyrating slightly to add to the feeling of it
all. They had to break the kiss for a split second so he could throw her shirt
off, but after that things really started going.

He took the initiative and grabbed her hips, pinning her lightly onto the sofa
next to him. He stood and knelt over her as she squealed shortly, a bright
smile on her face. He freed himself of his jeans and slowly slid hers off,
making sure that his hands ran the full length of her legs touching her soft
and slightly tanned skin. She sighed through her smile and let her arms fall
loosely around her head, ready to be taken. He, as always, had crossed the
point where he was really thinking. He was living in the present and nothing
more.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her very deeply while both of their
bodies wiggled into position. Mostly by clever movement of her agile pelvis,
they slid his hard dick deep into her pussy and began to ride themselves to
potent and powerful orgasms.

After one of their more lengthy lovemaking sessions, he laid at her side, still
mostly wrapped around her. She curled up slightly and tilted her head toward
his, tasting his lips casually. Her perfume again hit his nose and calmed him
further, nearly sending him to sleep.

Still, as he leisurely ran his hands up and down her sides, stomach and chest,
his mind started working again.

"Vick?" He locked eyes with her and paused their languid kissing, though she
didn't seem to want to talk at the moment.

"Yeah, Steve?" She bright her arms up between them and began to rub her hands
together.

"I never really asked you what happened that night, out in the woods." He
could've sworn she stopped breathing. "I mean, did you really go out there
intending to lose your virginity?" She blinked, let her eyes fall in thought,
then answered with a slightly serious tone.

"I don't think I'll answer any questions like that, Steve. Alright?" She looked
up at him with an almost genuine plea. He looked down at her and found it hard
to see her as the calculating seductress she always was.

"I guess it doesn't really matter. But I would like to know. Sometimes, all of
this confuses me." She seemed to edge away slowly until she noticed the mostly
empty bottle of champagne on the end table. She sat up and grabbed it, along
with the glass, and poured herself a rather sizeable amount. He thought about
saying he loved her, but decided against it. After all, it wouldn't do anything
but prove how vulnerable he was to her. She wouldn't care about any other
implications.

"Steve do us both a favor and stop thinking so much." She put back the bottle
and laid back down, her slight sneer fading. She really seemed defensive and
perhaps a little agitated. Steve sighed and let his head sink into the pillows
behind him as she took a sip.

"You used to be so fun to be with. Now you're acting all uptight."

"It's getting to me, you should know. You're the one being so selfish." He
picked up his head to lock eyes with her and she seemed almost angry.

"Now, that's unnecessary. Can't you just forget about it?" She took a sip of
champagne and snuggled into him. "After all, you have the hottest little closet
nympho in school demanding your services, and all you can think about is
selfishness and worry?" A slight grin formed on her lips.

"It's been going on for weeks now, Vick. I thought you'd make a decision or
something. It's annoying being in this limbo!" He lightly took hold of her chin
and turned her face to his, interrupting another sip from her glass. His eyes
were dark and serious. "Do you love me, or not?" There was a second of delay,
then her features grew cold and defiant.

"Are we lovers? Yes. 'Nuff said. Now lie back, Stevie-boy, and get very drunk,
before you think of any more annoying questions." She forced him to take a sip
of champagne. He was about ready to give up and surrender to his instincts
again. He wasn't getting anywhere anyway.

"There can be more, Vick. What about knowing you're attached to someone,
accepted by them, that you can care about each other and that you're safe from
one another? That's the point of love." She sighed and sank back, her eyes
closed. "You've managed to shatter all that: attachment, acceptance, caring and
trust." Her eyes opened as she was obviously frustrated. She stared straight up
as she spat back her answer like acid.

"Sex, Steve. The greatest safety I can offer. If I'm not good enough, you can
walk away." The familiar aura of evil determination swelled up from beneath
her. "Of course, then everyone will know how you harass me all the time and ah,
fuck it, how you raped me out in the woods. I'm sure some good Samaritan heard
the screams." That was a new one. Steve's eyes burned wide as she proved the
lengths she would go to in order to win her private little games. Whatever
human side of her he had loved was gone now. She chuckled a bit as she finished
her champagne glass.

"Oh, you're witty. Too witty, it could get you into trouble some day." She
whipped her head toward his and narrowed her smoldering eyes. "Ooh, you're
angry!" Tell me, Victoria" He put down the glass she had in her hand. "Why are
you angry? Is it because I don't really care about you, just like you don't
give a shit about me, except maybe for my dick?" She took the bait. He knew she
was hiding something, and she let it out.

"How could you? Don't you understand, you simple little sextoy? I can't face it
all! If I do care about you, it goes against everything else I know! That hurts
so fucking much, Steve!

Fighting is so much easier, I can just demand what I want and I don't need to
worry about the goddamn truth!" A tear fell from the side of her head as she
tightened her jaw, not breathing.

Steve felt like a real prick, he should've understood and played her little
game. It was for both their benefits. He only wiped away her tear and tried to
think of something to say. She was still holding back, staring at him
furiously. "I can't answer everything you want to know, Steve.

Don't ask me to, just walk away."

"Vick, I-" She stood up and pulled him to his feet.

"Just shut up, this didn't happen. Get your clothes on and get out of here."
She inhaled, her strength returning. She seemed impervious again as she grabbed
her jeans and shirt, then walked off up the stairs. Steve was standing there,
frozen, feeling like he had just destabilized their whole little universe.
Especially hers.

She did love him.


The next morning came quickly. He had made it home and crashed, too tired both
mentally and physically to straighten out the situation. He was waiting for her
call, but it never came. He was expecting her to return to their normal game of
cat-and-mouse, which he so desperately wanted to play now that the truth was at
least there, if hidden. He could go on with it, loving her, knowing she loved
him, and having a relationship with her that was not only complex, but very,
very interesting. Steve had to admit that it was the most outrageous turn- on,
having this incredibly sexual and personal relationship with a girl that
everyone lusted for, and having to please her almost every free moment she had.
In all truthfulness, the underlying current of strength and cruelty was also
starting to excite him more than worry him.

But, she never called. It was horrible suffocating on memories and unfounded
emotions. Little did he know that Vick was sinking into her social world,
calling up every guy she knew and dropping little innuendo to get them going.
Her strength was returning, and her memory of that disturbing night fading. It
all felt right again, as long as she stayed away from that boy. She didn't know
what to think of him. But she did know what to think of all her mindless drones
and loyal followers.

Steve was trying to get his mind off it before he jumped to a really bad
conclusion. He thought it best to simply endure the situation until she made a
move, or maybe until it blew over. But the thought of it ending deeply
disturbed him. It was like a twinge of the past, holding him back from those
thoughts. He couldn't think that way, he would immediately start pondering how
he could get close to her again. This was one screwed up drama they had going.

Then the phone rang. He immediately dropped the book he was trying to read and
lunged toward the phone next to his bed. He grabbed it before the first ring
ended and was saying 'hello' before his mouth was anywhere near the receiver.

"Hi, is this Steve?" Steve was all ready for this, or so he thought.

"Look, Vick, I've been thinking. I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I really,
really want to forget about all this, like you did. Maybe we could get together
tomorrow? You didn't tell anyone, did you? Please tell me you didn't
overreact." Long silence. Then it hit him. It could be someone else.

"It seems my hunch was right. You weren't too convincing when you stomped me
into the ground for getting close to you." Dear god. It was Laura, that
sophomore Vick had made him tell off. The one who was obviously interested in
him. The one who was Vick's enemy.

Steve stammered a bit, then cleared his throat.

"You, uh, Laura? Jesus Christ"

"Alright, what's been going on, Steve?" She sounded like she knew what she was
talking about.

"I really can't say, Laura. Uh, I told you not to call me any-" His perfect
timing prevailed as he dropped the phone. His hand was coated in a nervous
sweat, along with the rest of his body. He never expected anything like this.
He grasped the phone and began his sentence again, but was interrupted by
laughter.

"You're still not convincing, Steve. I know you better than that brat does.
What got you tangled up in her web, anyway?"

"No no no, you answer some questions first," he said as he wiped his forehead
with the side of his bedsheet. "What do you know?"

"A lot I'd like not to mention right now, alright? But believe me, I know
you're getting pretty fucking close to her." Suddenly, she sounded angry,
almost frustrated.

"Yeah, pretty close How do you know this, who's talking?"

"Relax Steve, I just know what I've seen. Your little secret, whatever it is,
stops here."

"You saw what? When?"

"Well, for starters, I knew something was up when I saw you eating her out
during the PA show in the woods. You weren't so covert about it, you know."
Steve was frozen in place.

"Ok, what's this about? You want a piece of me, too?"

"A piece? Now you start talking." Steve groaned and fell back on his bed.

"Alright, I'm only saying this once. That night, we went much farther than you
think.

That night, she also told me that she was not my girlfriend, and that I can't
tell anyone about what we're doing." Laura snorted.

"Or what? She'll yell at you?"

"No, it was double-edged. If I shattered her amusing social life of pitiful
boyfriends and cock-teasing, not only would she stop giving me nights like
that, she'd tell everyone about how 'abusive' I am to her, harassing a scared
and defenseless little 8th-grader."

"And you bought that?"

"She can be pretty damn persuasive, Laura. I don't doubt it. And you said it
yourself, I wasn't too covert around her." Laura thought for awhile, then
sighed.

"Fine, go on."

"You wanna hear more details?"

"Something's obviously happened, you didn't exactly answer the phone all calm
and composed."

"Oh, yeah, right. Okay, here it is" He sighed and wondered whether or not this
was a mistake. "Last night, things went just as they have for many weeks. She
'invited' me over, I took a cab there, she was all ready for another day with
me, we got comfortable-"

"You're fucking her?" She sounded surprised, but something behind it told of
interest, or maybe even hopeful amusement.

"Uh, well, it seems out of character for her, doesn't it?"

"Perfectly out of character." Steve wondered what that meant. "I'll explain
after you do, believe me, I know what to do."

"Anyway, we got comfortable, she talked about her life, the guys in it, the
girlfriends in it-"

"Girlfriends? Meaning female lackeys, or?" Now Steve was sure she was deeply
interested.

"What's that supposed to mean? What are you thinking, Laura?" This was getting
intriguing.

"Just go on, I'll explain everything afterward."

"Well, I meant girl friends, not girlfriends. Anyway, things developed, she was
relaxing at my side with a bottle of champagne and I forgot myself, like I
always do around her. I wasn't really thinking, and I didn't really want to."

"You fucked her."

"Yes, I did, for about the 8th time."

"Good. Continue." Steve didn't ask.

"Afterwards, when we were just lying there, I started thinking about my
position, but mostly about what she was like, inside. I was wondering if she
really cared about me, or anything. So I started asking. She started to get a
little uneasy, and then she finally blurted out" He sighed. "Some unsettling
stuff. I felt like shit, and she just asked me to get out as she walked away
with her clothes."

"Oh, boy. But, was she like 'I love you and I'm confused', or was it more 'You
simpering rat, how dare you question my command'?"

"The, uh, the 'simpering rat' one." Steve didn't want to tell the truth, about
how she really loved him and they had a bond that went beyond even sex.

"So you were waiting for her call. Listen Steve, I have some hidden motives,
but do you still want to uh, did you mean what you said, about not liking me?"
It was more brutal than that, but 'not liking me' would do.

"No, I didn't. I wanted to get to know you more, much more. She didn't like
that." Laura chuckled a little.

"It makes sense now."

"What does?"

"I'd best not say, but I know what to do. If you follow my advice, we can end
up happy together, and you can separate yourself from her."

"But I don't want to-"

"Yes you do! What about me? I wouldn't do that to you, I love you, Steve!
Forget her!

I can give you a much better life!" Something stirred Steve up. He almost felt
strong. She thought he was weak. He thought it'd be best to play that up. He
didn't know why, but he did know what he could do. He just wanted power over
all this, to be on top.

"I- I'm sorry, Laura, I love you too. I'm just so mixed up. What can I do? I
want her out of my life."

"Smart boy. Now, if I know her well enough, she likes to get a little rough all
of a sudden, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess you could say-"

"Alright, good. Since you've shown such an independent glow to you, going back
to her and being her dream come true could elevate her to a new level of
ecstasy. You follow me?"

"I follow you, but I don't know why."

"Listen up. You call her and improvise a reunion. Don't be heartfelt and
truthful, be strong and elusive. Act like a male version of her, tempting her
and offering her as much as you can. Also, when in bed-" Steve had gotten the
drift. It was like something in him already knew just what do to.

"I got it. You're brilliant. She'll be on my level, and maybe even under my
control." This is gonna be fun. "Uh, then what?"

"Then, I'll enter the picture."

"You'll do what?"

"Trust me, Steve. I know just what to do." With that, she hung up. And Steve
felt revitalized. He was back on top.


He called her up and did just as Laura said. He was a natural at this, and by
the end, she was panting for their next get-together. Tomorrow would be a
Sunday, and her parents would be at church for awhile. After that, they had
some errands to run, so the two lovebirds had a big day planned. Steve had told
her that it was hell being apart from her and that he was also sick of trying
to find the truth. He said that he was anxious to prove just how sorry he was,
and that he could give her everything she wanted. All the while, he was acting
as sly as her, and he could tell it got to her. She was in high gear, throwing
in little comments to drive him wild. By the time the next day had come around,
they were both horny as hell.

He got out of the cab and snuck around to the back door, which was conveniently
open. He looked around the first floor to find no one there, then crept up the
stairs to hear her talking to one of her friends on the phone in her room. He
slowly made his way to the door frame and heard them talking about her friend's
boyfriend, and how much of a prick he was. Victoria was pacing casually around
her bed, twirling the telephone chord between her fingers. She was wearing a
pair of brown short-shorts that fit her all too well, along with a blue top
that covered only her breasts. Over that was an open and thin brown overshirt,
hanging off her frame freely. She really looked lively today, as if she could
already feel his presence.

She walked to the window and looked outside, obviously watching for Steve's
cab.

He silently crept across her carpet as he could hear Vick's friend yammering
endlessly about how 'stupid' this boyfriend was. He crouched a bit, prepared
for what he hoped to do. She was leaning on the windowsill, one hand on the
phone with the other propping her up. Being such a chronic tease, she
instinctively had her firm little ass perked up, her legs fully straightened.
That was the perfect position.

"Grace, I think it's about time you wha? Oh my god, St-aah!" He reached up from
behind, grabbed her wrist, swung it down to meet her other one, and used his
other hand to wrap around her hip and slide underneath her panties.
Immediately, he had three fingers pumping in and out of her, angled to rub
against her clit with every push. His face was pressed to the side of her head,
whispering in her ear as the phone hit her beige carpet.

"You almost said my name," he said, kissing her neck and furiously pounding her
pussy, his free hand still holding her wrists tightly to the windowsill. "You
don't wanna blow our little secret to your friend Grace, now would ya?"
Victoria tried to control her panting and moaning as the excitement built up,
the whole situation setting her on blissful overload. With his foot, Steve
reached for the phone and tried to hit the 'off' button. Vick shook her head
and managed to shape a few words out of her gasping.

"No, let her hear," she giggled out as she rocked back and forth against
Steve's fingers, her awareness returning to their delicious scene. Steve only
sighed, retracted his hand from her aroused cunt and turned off the phone. Vick
groaned, looking back to him with pleading eyes and raspy breath. "You're
mean." Steve smiled at her wickedly and grabbed her hands, bringing them around
to her back. He felt some sort of new energy flowing through him, almost the
same energy he had felt from her. Only now he understood it.

"Thank you. You're no girl scout either." He held her wrists tightly together
with one hand as he grabbed her long hair with the other and gently pulled back
her head, arching her back even more. She grinned a bit and squeaked, her body
tensed. Steve kissed her exposed neck, evoking a low chuckle from her. "We
deserve each other. Now what are you doing still in those fucking clothes?" He
tilted her to the side and picked her up with one swift motion, running a hand
underneath the back of her overshirt as it hung loose underneath her. She
continued giggling, stopping only to breathe.

"I don't know what happened to you, and I don't wanna know." He placed her on
the nearby bed and quickly slid off her shirt, a meaningful grin still on his
face. Once her overshirt was thrown across the room, he flipped up her top and
went right to work. He enveloped her right nipple in his mouth, furiously
sucking and licking it as his other hand undid her shorts buttons. She moaned
and grabbed his head, pressing it to her chest as her hips began to gyrate
instinctively. Her other hand slid down to her pussy, but was quickly
intercepted by his own. He disengaged from his sucking to look her in the eye
and hold both her hands up next to her head.

"Naughty, naughty. You touch yourself again and I'll leave you alone, since I'm
obviously not needed." She shook her head 'no' rapidly.

"No, no, no, stay! You wouldn't dare leave!" She stared into his eyes, then
grimaced and whined, laying back. "But-" He grabbed her shorts and ripped them
off her ankles.

"I know, you just can't stand being told what to do." He ran his free hand
slowly down her stomach, stopping just above her pussy and pulling away with a
grin. "That's why I'm teaching you a lesson." Before she could answer, he slid
his hand back down to her aching cunt and continued sucking her hard nipple,
his other hand still holding her arms slightly above her head. She moaned and
twisted with his fingers, trying to force them in deeper. He was deliberately
teasing her, running his fingers up and down her slit slowly, every few strokes
dipping his middle finger in about an inch. When he did, she'd whimper loudly
and arch her back, her breathing very heavy and her eyes full of insatiable
passion. The feel of his mouth over her nipple kept her constantly aroused, but
her pussy felt like it was about to explode, painfully aching for release.

He continued like this, causing her to break into a cold sweat and start
begging and squealing nonstop. Her legs were parted and angled upward, her
knees bent as her calves shook. "Oh god, Steve, give it to me please, Steve,
stop it, please, just fuck me! I can't take it, oh, it hurts so bad! Urrrgh!"
She gritted her teeth as his stroking got quicker and a bit more forceful,
brushing up against her clit just enough to send shivers through her body. She
was being held just on the edge of orgasm for minutes on end, a feeling she'd
never known.

In fact, she was never denied anything, especially in bed, for any amount of
time. She liked it a lot. Something about it was unbelievably erotic.

Suddenly, Steve stopped. He pulled his hand away calmly and began to unbutton
his dark green polo shirt, his other hand still holding her arms near her head.
She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, her teeth clenched. Her whole body
from head to toe was covered in sweat and trembling.

"Steve good lord Steve I hate you," He grinned a bit and took off his shirt,
then began undoing his pants. He bent down a bit to bring his head just above
her pussy, making sure her eyes were still closed. He blew over her slit, the
rush of air slowly gaining power.

Since it was already wet, the feeling evoked one long and loud moan, which died
down to a whimper toward the end. Her entire body trembled furiously for a few
seconds, her back arched and her legs tensed.

"But you love hating me, don't you, you cunning little bitch." She giggled and
nodded, relaxing a bit in defiance. Then, he yanked off his pants, jumped on
top of her, and guided his hard cock forcefully and deeply into her pussy,
making sure to keep a hold on her hands.

"Ah, Steve! Mmmmm! Give it to me, harder, damnit! Faster, fuck me faster!
Harder, harder! Oh, god!" Her whole body began to twist and shake furiously,
her pelvis slamming into his cock harder than Steve could ever remember. He
slid his free hand under her ass and started slamming her crotch even harder
onto his dick. He groaned with every thrust, his whole mind being taken over my
animal instinct. She yelled and squealed louder than she ever had, her body
constantly twisting and straining for release from his grip.

She was using better muscle control than he ever thought she had, milking his
cock forcefully, her pussy muscles rippling and tightening with every thrust.
Her breasts pressed into his chest, their nipples as hard as they could be. He
lowered his mouth to her breast and licked it with passion, evoking even more
energy from the young and slick body beneath him.

Their combined thrusts became so powerful, they almost hurt each other. She was
trying to shove more of him into her than she could physically take, slamming
his rock-hard manhood against her cervix with increasing force. After a few
more moments of the most intense fucking they had ever done, their orgasms
began to swell inside them, burning for release. They came at the exact same
time, her pussy clenching his cock so tightly that he almost couldn't shoot his
unbelievable load of cum up into the most unreachable depths insider her. She
screamed and moaned through very short breath, her body heaving and tingling
with goosebumps all over her. She could feel herself being filled up by his
cum, and it made her almost insane, his mouth still on her tit without mercy.
Her face tightened with one long squeal, her legs rising to wrap around his
midsection with all their strength. He tried to keep thrusting, but she held
him in her, eager to take in everything he had to offer.

She finally, slowly, began to relax, her back falling to the bed, her legs
releasing their hold, her pussy gradually losing its incredible strength. He
pulled out of her and landed next to her on the bed, his own breath incredibly
short. She was still moaning quietly, trying to muster the energy to smile. She
noticed that her hands were no longer tied, and ran them down her slick body,
from her neck to her breasts, then over her stomach, then down to her pussy
which she stroked gently for a few seconds. That made her grin, a small chuckle
escaping her.

She spread her whole body out and stretched with a sigh, rolling over onto her
side to face Steve. He was just watching her with a smile of his own, letting
the rest of the world come back to him. He had completely forgotten about
Laura, or how Vick had enslaved him, or even where they were, save on a bed
together. She put her arms around him and hugged him tightly, pressing their
bodies together from head to toe as she kissed him weakly. He returned the
favor, slowly massaging her tongue with his and her back with his hands. She
twisted next to him, then ended the kiss and fell to the pillow, fast asleep.

Before the realities of their situation came back to him, he fell asleep too.
His last thought, which, unfortunately, didn't register was 'what about her
family?'


Ding dong!

They both woke up, then, seeing each other, they jumped up. "Oh my god, your
parents," he said. She grimaced and looked around, then jumped up and closed
the door.

"How'd you get in here, anyway? I didn't let you in!"

"I snuck around the back, why?"

"That means you can do it again. C'mon, get your clothes on. Hurry!" The
doorbell sounded again as voices came in from outside the window.

"Victoria? Open the door, I forgot the house key!"

"Thank god, we have time. Get dressed and slip out the back." He did as he was
told, and Vick grabbed her shorts and top hastily. They got dressed before the
next bell, then Steve stood and ran to the door. "Wait!" She grabbed his arm,
half-dressed, then pulled him closer and kissed him one last time. He broke,
chuckled, then jogged out the door and ran out the back. She followed him, then
ran to the front door, giving him one last smile before opening it, looking
pretty and innocent again.

"Hi, Laura?" Steve plopped down in a living room chair, feeling like weights
had lifted from his shoulders he didn't know were there. That was by far the
best time he had ever had with Victoria.

"Steve, hi. You sound like you've been having fun." She sounded a bit
disappointed.

"Well, yeah, it wasn't all that bad."

"So what happened? Are you two back to your little game?"

"Oh, yes, yes indeed."

"You're gonna have to go into more detail. What was it like?"

"Hm. How to put this" Steve took off his coat and thought hard how to phrase
this.

"I did my best, and more. She's panting for me, and there's no way she can deny
it. Now it's time for you to come clean. What's this plan?"

"Before I say any more, I need to be sure she really, really got what she
wanted."

"Yes Laura, that was by far the best fucking I've ever given her," she sighed
on the other end of the phone.

"Alright, I guess that's good. Now, about my plan. You know the big new year
coming up, 2000?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Well, the school party is happening at my house. Since everyone's invited, you
can bring your nubile little 'date." Play it up, teasing each other, until you
end up in my bedroom."

"This is a bold plan." Laura chuckled.

"You have no idea. I'll take it from there. Oh yeah, I just thought of
something. Check the corners of the bed. I'll see you there." And she quickly
hung up. Steve slowly landed the phone to the cradle, perplexed. This was
starting to come together. Laura wanted him and Vick to get as tight as they
could, loosening the grip she had on him. Once she's almost as much a slave as
Steve, there's a window of opportunity. The question still remained:
opportunity for what? What did Laura plan to do? And why the hell was she doing
this? Come to think of it, Steve thought to himself, he never did find out why
they disliked each other so much.


The big day. Steve had been feeding Vick as much lust as he could possibly
manage, and the mood hadn't dimmed at all. They had been talking about the
party, and now it was here. Steve got a ride to Laura's and so did Vick. They
planned to act like they didn't know each other, occasionally meeting up
through the crowd. Steve had suggested the bedroom thing at the stroke of
midnight.

He walked in and Laura was standing by the door, she walked over with a grin.

"May I take your coat, good sir?" Steve chuckled and took off his jacket. He
looked around for Victoria, then handed his jacket over.

"She's not here yet?"

"I thought you'd be bringing her? Oh yeah, the whole 'not going out' thing.
Well, no, she's not here yet. Enjoy yourself, Steve." She walked past him,
whispering into his ear 'but save your energy."

He dropped an eyebrow and grew a half-smile, watching her walk away. She was
wearing a blue one-piece dress that hugged her frame as tightly as possible,
along with a slit that ran toward her cleavage. Her red hair hung loose over
one shoulder, matching her red lipstick. This could be a night to remember.

Steve sank into the crowd and greeted a few friends. After a while, he caught a
glimpse of Luke across the room. Unusual, a lower-schooler being invited. He
walked up to him.

"Luke, what are you doing here?" Luke laughed and turned to Steve.

"How could I possibly miss the day when the slave of an angel is freed?" He
cocked an eyebrow and threw back a gulp of his coke with a grin. Steve's eyes
went wide.

"You little prick! You're in this too?"

"Relax, Stevie-boy, I don't think I qualify as a participant in your vindictive
bedroom games. I'm just an innocent bystander."

"The slave of an angel, yeah right. Nice term. Let me guess, you told Laura?"

"I noticed Vick pulling you into the girl's bathroom more than once from down
the hallway. It was obvious she was holding all the cards, but I knew something
was up when you rejected Laura. And without mentioning any of this to me. That
same day, you met up with Vick behind the school to 'confirm' your actions.
Remember?" Luke fixed his gaze on Steve, picking up another Coke. Steve's head
was swimming.

"Just, please, give me a straight answer. Who knows?"

"Just me, you, our resident fallen angel, and Laura. It won't matter past
midnight, anyway." Steve was breaking into a sweat, all this was kind of nerve-
wracking. "Oh, just sit back and relax, Stevie-boy. It'll all happen without
any real effort on your part. Do what you always do!" Luke laughed and started
to walk away, handing Steve a coke.

"Luke, you never answered my question. You told Laura?" Luke sighed and turned
back around to him.

"Yes, I told her. That was when she put two and two together. It turns out you
had a voyeur in the woods." Luke laughed again and walked away.

Time passed erratically. Sometimes Steve could forget it, and sometimes all he
could do was stare at the door waiting for her. Luke was somewhere near the
corner, every once in a while dropping a word in Laura's direction. Laura was
pacing the room, looking perfectly calm. When she'd pass by Steve, she'd
usually put a hand on his cheek and tell him to 'relax' with a knowing grin.

Then she arrived. Vick swung open the door and sauntered in, running a hand
through her long blonde hair. She was wearing a short red skirt and a black
spandex shirt, along with socks and sneakers. She looked like a cheerleader
from the dark side of the football field. But, wait a minute that wasn't a
shirt, it clung to her and dropped underneath her skirt.

Steve jumped and put a hand on the nearest piece of furniture to steady
himself.

That leotard looked very, very familiar. Much too familiar. Vick saw him and
grinned wickedly, then walked off to the snack table. Steve could hear Luke's
casual laughter off in the corner, and Laura walked by Steve looking almost as
shocked as he was.

"Tell me that's not the same outfit, Steve" She grabbed his arm tightly from
behind.

Steve slowly shook his head.

"No, it's not she wasn't wearing the skirt that night." Laura grimaced and
lightly slapped his back.

"Yeah, right. Let's just endure it 'till midnight." Steve nodded again and
grabbed his coke.

Steve went on meeting people and having fun. Every once in a while, Victoria
would pass by him and pinch his ass, or rub up against him 'accidentally." One
time, when no one was looking, she dropped her closed bottle of sprite and bent
over to pick it up right in front of Steve. Being so agile, it was easy for her
to press her ass against Steve's crotch before standing, spinning around, and
walking by him, running the long nails of one hand over his stomach with a
grin.

Steve had only stood there, paralyzed, before making sure no one had seen it.

Except their ever-so-observant lower-schooler. Luke had stopped drinking in
mid-gulp, eyes slightly widened. He shook his head loose and put down his coke,
glancing at Steve once with a shocked look on his face.

Laura and Vick seldom got near each other, but, when they did, the air around
them seemed to grow cold. They obviously weren't too happy with each other, and
they didn't even say a word. The clock's hands turned very, very slowly.

Laura turned on the wide-screen TV she had at 11:00. Everyone slowly began to
gravitate toward it, though some people had already began making out. Luke
seemed to grow more wary, just watching, every once in a while speaking with
Laura about random subjects. But, he saw her walk upstairs for a few seconds,
then come back down. She walked by Steve and said 'it's set up." Steve didn't
ask.

Steve began talking to some of his friends, passing the time. Vick was flirting
with everyone, still glancing at Steve every few minutes. She was almost
surrounded by guys, acting like she was the most innocent little flower of the
school. Finally, she gave Steve a long glare at about 11:30 and excused
herself, walking over to the stairs. Her eyes were locked on Steve's as she got
to the staircase with a very meaningful smile, them broke as she scampered up.
Laura grinned and looked at Steve, giving him a nod. Then, she walked away. And
Luke only leaned back, taking another sip of his coke. Steve climbed the
staircase, wondering where Vick had gone. He looked in every room, making his
was down the long hallway silently. He reached the bathroom and was about to
knock on it, but could hear heavy breathing behind the door and decided he
didn't want to intrude.

He walked away from the bathroom door, then noticed a half-open door down the
hallway. As he approached, he could see that the room was obviously a bedroom.
Picking up the pace, he reached the door and walked in, seeing a large bed with
a pole on each corner that held a kind of fancy roof above it. When he cleared
the door frame, he heard it close behind him. He could see from the dresser
mirror that Victoria was behind him with a devilish grin on her face.

He spun around, but was quickly intercepted by her body and lips lunging toward
him.

He put one foot behind him to keep his balance as she pressed herself into him,
kissing him with fiery passion. He immediately kissed her back and put his arms
around her, but was surprised to feel her hands on his chest pushing him away.
She grinned and pushed him toward the bed.

"Lie down." Steve glanced over his shoulder and fell back onto the bed as Vick
still kept a wicked grin. She stood there for a few seconds, then closed her
eyes and brought her hands to the sides of her neck. She began to sway back and
forth, then sank into a full dance, slowly turning more and more erotic as her
hands slid down to her breasts. Steve stared at her young and muscular body,
his erection quickly growing. She lightly pinched her partially visible nipples
through her leotard and moaned, sinking slightly to gently rub her spandex-
covered pussy against his knee and thigh, since his lower legs hung off the
foot of the bed. He could feel the growing heat on his leg as she began to
apply more force, both to his knee and to her nipples, her breathing becoming
raspy.

He lay back and wondered how long he was gonna have to watch this. His erection
was full by now, propping up the side of his pants near his crotch. She still
had her eyes closed, oblivious. It was like she was in her own world, gyrating
her hips and slowly coming closer to Steve's body. Slowly, he raised his hands
and grabbed her waist, pulling her down on top of him slowly. She grinned
slightly, breathing heavily through her nose, as her pussy grew hotter and
wetter through her thin leotard. As she dropped down toward Steve, guided by
his hands, she made sure to rub her pussy against his thigh through the whole
ordeal, sliding closer to his swollen cock.

She knelt over him, one leg on each side, as she slid down closer to him, her
eyes still closed. She bent her knees and slid downward, carefully unzipping
his jeans. He watched her feel for his dick, then take almost the full length
into her mouth. He let his head fall back, his hands running through her hair
as she went to work sucking his cock. Her tongue massaged every inch of it,
pumping faster and faster, coating it with slick saliva. Just before she could
feel Steve cum, she opened her eyes and sat up. Steve looked at her with
aggravated surprise as his orgasm sank back down. She giggled, then worked her
way up his body to gently lower her pussy to his face as she slid the slick
fabric of her leotard to the side of her crotch. He grabbed the sides of her
hips and immediately went to work, sticking his tongue far up her cunt and
working his way to her clit. She raised her arms above her head and stroked
them, her back arched as she moaned quietly.

Her hips began to rock back and forth with his tongue, her hands falling back
to her breasts. The left strap of her leotard had slid off her shoulder,
exposing one of her breasts.

She pinched and pulled her nipples, occasionally pressing her breasts together
as Steve suckled her clit. Her moaning became louder, quicker, and higher-
pitched, her crotch pressing on his face harder. He could smell her juices
flowing around his jaw, even to his neck. Then, he remembered that thing Laura
said about the corners of the bed. He looked up to see her eyes closed, waiting
for her impending orgasm. His right hand searched the nearest corner of the bed
as he kept her distracted. After feeling around, it hit him.

Straps. Thick leather straps underneath the mattress, tied tightly to the
bottom of the bed. Laura must lead an interesting sex life. As Vick's orgasm
became more apparent, her body gyrating as her moans became squeals, Steve
seized the moment. He grabbed her in both hands and held her to the bed, then
went on eating her out. Vick didn't even seem to notice being thrown on her
back, so powerful was her own universe of euphoria. Steve held her legs down
toward the bottom corners of the bed, then slowly tied each one to a strap. By
now, Victoria's sweaty body was quaking with her first orgasm of the day.

Steve acted quickly, making sure to time his detachment just right. As her
orgasm began to subside, he pulled his mouth away and continued fingering her.
She smiled at the continuation of her pleasure as Steve grabbed her arm and
tied it to a strap. That was when Vick noticed something was up. She opened her
eyes and saw her legs tied, but it only registered that she was tied down after
her last arm was restrained. She looked around, confused, then at Steve with an
evil grin.

"Wonderful playtoys you got me for New Year's." Steve glanced at the clock. 11:
42.

He was wondering when Laura was going to make her appearance. For now, he
decided to amuse himself.

"I thought you'd like them. I mean, what do you get the girl who has
everything?" Vick smiled and looked at his fully erect cock, then licked her
lips. "You take it all away from her." Steve whistled calmly as he walked
around to the foot of the bed, taking off his pants. He glanced at Vick, lying
there helpless, every limb outstretched. Her skirt was clumped around her hips,
her leotard soaked with sweat like it had been that first night. Still, one
breast was exposed, its nipple standing hard.

"Oh, no, please don't, Steve. Fuck me, please? Pleeeaaase, Steve?" She used the
most piercing and whimpering voice she could muster as she pulled at her straps
in futility.

Steve smiled at her and took off his shirt, now naked.

"I don't know, I think you've had enough for this month, young lady." She
gasped in almost genuine surprise, then whined, her pouting lips slightly
parted.

"But Steve, I'm so hot, so horny please Steve, I'm so wet and tight, please
fuck me." She closed her eyes and arched her back, struggling harder. That was
when Steve saw the large dresser mirror out of the corner of his eye. Standing
near the door was Laura in her sky blue dress with a fire in her eyes.

"Funny, you never admitted it to me when you were like this." Victoria's eyes
grew wide as she 'yip'd with realization. Steve looked at Laura, then grinned
devilishly at Vick.

"Oh my god," Victoria whispered as her face grew deadly serious and looked at
Laura. "What are you doing here?" She could only hope to act like no one knew
the whole story, or stories, as Steve would find out. But it didn't fly. Laura
laughed and sauntered over to Steve as he sat on the foot of the bed, lightly
rubbing her calf with one hand. Laura placed a hand on his cheek, bent down,
and kissed him lovingly without a word. Steve was taken a bit off guard, but
then rose and kissed her back. He slowly put his hands on her sides and kissed
her, her arms around his neck. It was wonderful, kissing a girl who really
loved and cared for him. He felt like he was cleansed, twisting his tongue
around hers as they drew closer. Vick clenched her teeth, her eyes full of a
furious fire. She only pulled at her straps and seethed with anger. Once Laura
and Steve finally stopped consummating their new relationship in their own
special way, they looked back down to Vick. She smiled sarcastically.

"Hi, remember me?" She fixed her frustrated eyes on Steve. "Why do I get the
feeling you've broken the rules? Hold on for a minute while I think of exactly
how I should scream rape" She took in a deep breath in order to yell loudly,
which ended instead in a loud moan. Steve had quickly pounced onto the bed and
rammed his cock into her well-lubricated pussy. The sudden shock running
through Vick's body shattered the scream she was going to muster. Laura bent
down next to Steve, looked at Victoria with triumph in her eyes, and licked her
lips.

"Y'know Vick, I remember tasting something like I just did in Steve's mouth
before When was that?" Vick's eyes shot open as her body rocked back and forth,
Steve still pounding into her. Through very labored breath, Victoria began to
speak.

"I told you no I'm not like that you're gross, and oh, god" She finally lost
all her willpower as her head fell back, moaning rapidly. Steve's cock was
ramming into her faster and faster, blanking her mind. Meanwhile, Steve caught
on. That taste in his mouth was her juices from eating her out. He turned his
head to Laura, who had knelt on the bed next to him and was obviously enjoying
the sight before her.

"When did you 'taste' that before?" He was also struggling to keep coherent
with her pussy wrapped around his cock. Laura only leaned over to kiss him,
every once in a while breaking it to speak.

"I tried to, but she wants to believe she doesn't like girls." Steve was blown
away.

Laura was bi? She had made a pass at Vick? When? Those thoughts began to fade
as he could feel her approaching orgasm. He bent over her as she moaned,
struggling with her straps, still trying to regain her mind's clarity. He
sucked on her right breast with all his fervor, bringing her to an orgasm
quickly. She bent her head back as they both lost track of their surroundings.

"Ah, Steve, ah, ah, ah, oh my god, ohhhhhhhh, Steve ah, ah ahh" Steve also shot
his load, feeding her insatiable cunt another load of cum which she so
desperately wanted. They both relaxed, her lying back, Steve pulling out and
slowly standing. Then, Vick's eyes opened again with realization.

"Well, that really was rape, you-" She was cut off by the click of a tape
recorder in Laura's hand. From it, both their voices emanated through the room.

"Oh, no, please don't, Steve. Fuck me, please? Pleeeaaase, Steve? I don't know,
I think you've had enough for this month, young lady. But Steve, I'm so hot, so
horny please Steve, I'm so wet and tight, please fuck me." Laura had a big grin
on her face as she hit stop on the tape.

"This really is some great material. Tell me, what do you think about a career
in porno, Vick?" Victoria met eyes with Laura, then looked away, stammering.

"I- I- Steve was never smart enough to use a tape recorder, you- Laura, what do
you want from me?" Vick's face seemed to grimace, as if bracing for the answer.
Steve only leaned against one of the poles on the bed, grinning and deeply
interested. Laura looked between them, then seemed to grow seductive.

"First of all, shouldn't we give poor Steve here an update? He doesn't know
about that day, does he?" Vick looked up at Steve, at a loss of words. Laura
crawled up next to Victoria's sweaty body and laid down on her side next to
her, one of her elbows on the pillow to prop her head up. "You had me so damn
enchanted that first day we met, you're honestly going to tell me you weren't
teasing me?" She raised a hand to Vick's face and stroked her cheek gracefully
with an odd grin. Vick grimaced even more, trying to pull away from her touch.
Steve just watched, glancing at the clock. 11:49.

"You're sick, Laura, just plain sick." She honestly seemed repulsed.

"That's my line, Victoria," she whispered as her hand fell to her neck. Vick
still laid there, grimacing.

"Steve, help me, please? C'mon, this is so weird" Steve just laughed, he didn't
need to answer.

"He doesn't even know what happened. You thought I was just some silly girl,
maybe another follower. So you started talking to me." Her hand languidly
drifted to Vick's collarbone. "Too bad I turned out to be as smart as you. I
saw that intelligent and sexual part of you that you've thrown at Steve, and I
wanted it all to myself." Her hand traced a finger around her breast with a
grin. Isn't that right, honey? "Go to Hell, you bitch," Vick said through
clenched teeth and closed eyes.

"Ooh, how defiant. Time to cool you down." She leaned over and placed her
mature and luscious lips around the nipple of Victoria's youthful breast. Vick
let out a long and high- pitched squeal as she sneered in defiance and pulled
at her straps. Laura continued to suck and lick her nipple to attention until
she was finally becoming aroused. Her breathing started to quicken through her
repulsed whimpering. Laura broke only when it was obvious Vick thought that
felt good. "Now where was I? Oh yes. So, you noticed the way I was acting and,
being such a chronic tease, you kept luring me in. You couldn't help but
explore the limits of your power. Then came that time in your bedroom." Laura's
hand slid down to Vick's stomach, which began to worry her.

"I told you then, and I'll say it now, I'm not like that!"

"Of course you are. Anyway, the conversation turned to sex. You started to act
shy and bat your eyelashes around, giving me those elusive grins. I believe
that was when you said you wished you knew how it felt." Laura's hand crept its
way down Vick's stomach, just above her beautiful pussy. Vick was still
watching her hand closely, worried.

"I was a fool, and you were an idiot. That's what happened."

"No, this is what happened." Laura's hand jumped to Victoria's pussy and
quickly slid two fingers in. Surprisingly, she didn't grimace or whine.
Instead, much to Steve's interest, she let out a long 'aaaaahhhhh' and thrust
her pussy toward Laura's hand. Laura opened her mouth a bit, watching Vick's
cunt get violated again by her. It seemed to excite Laura a lot. She continued
to rub her clit and massage her pussy with two fingers expertly as she spoke.
Vick once again looked defiant and repulsed, though the juices on Laura's
fingers gave it away.

"I took me so long to get you to admit that it felt good, remember?" Vick
nodded, her teeth clenched and her eyes shut tightly. "Finally, once you did,
you pulled away and said all that stuff about how you 'hate lesbians' and that
you felt 'all icky." Yeah, right." Laura scooted closer to Vick and added a
third finger to her slow thrusting. Victoria twisted and pulled at her straps,
now moaning fully.

"Oh, god, stop it, Laura, please, stop it, don't do this to meee!" She arched
her back as her juices coated Laura's hand thickly. Laura chuckled and looked
to Steve, who was just shocked.

"I was waiting for the right time to tell you, sweetheart. Hope you don't
mind." She gave Steve a seductive look. "Come on over here and give me some
help, I don't think she's broken yet." Steve just nodded and looked over at the
clock. 11:52. "First of all, do me a favor and get me out of this dress." He
walked over and slipped her out of her sky-blue dress, watching her mature
figure become exposed with interest. She had much larger tits than Victoria's,
and her hips were fuller and more shapely. They offered a very erotic contrast.

"I think it's about time you had a lesson in humility, Vick." Steve bent down
to give Laura a kiss, his hands dropping to her full breasts for a second. He
then walked around the bed and laid next to Victoria, sucking on her right
breast. Laura was still massaging Vick's cunt without mercy, bringing her
closer to a reluctant orgasm. Then, she stopped and knelt down between Vick's
thighs. Her eyes went wide with fury as she looked down at Laura.

"Don't do this to me Laura, please, don't. You can have Steve, I'll find
someone else, someone stupider! Just don't defile me like that!" Laura grinned
and slid both her hands up Vick's firm and thin thighs.

"Wow, defile! You just learn that word yesterday?" Vick whimpered one last time
and looked to Steve.

"Steve, please, don't let her! I'll go out with you, you can have me! Everyone
will know! Steve!" He stopped sucking her nipple and looked up at her. She
seemed to melt, almost completely broken. "I love you, Steve! Save me from her,
we can be together! Just stop her!" Vick really seemed pained as she pulled at
her straps violently. Laura paused, looking at Steve.

"You heard her. She loves you. You can be together." Laura glared at Steve.
"Make your choice, playboy." Steve broke into a sweat. Both their eyes were on
him as he tried to work it out. He could have her, the prized Victoria of the
school, forever! He could possess her, the game would be over, his dream could
come true! But Laura was faithful, she was caring and honest. There wasn't any
bullshit. Then Steve's eyes saw the tape recorder, still on record. He had a
brainstorm. He could really be on top. He could be in Vick's spot for a change,
only even better. But, deception for now. He looked at Victoria and knelt over
her.

"You don't love me, you're just a silly nympho. The game's over, Vick." He
smiled.

"Guess who's won." With that, Laura dove in. Steve watched her ravenously work
Vick's pussy over, doing things with her tongue and mouth that a guy could
never even understand. Victoria just screamed outright and pulled at every
strap at once, her back arching high above the bed. Her stomach was quivering
visibly, her pussy nearly gushing a torrent of juices onto Laura's face. The
sounds she was making were obscene, squeals, moans, whimpers, and gasps all at
once. Laura was moaning herself, obviously enjoying this almost as much as Vick
was.

Steve threw one leg over Victoria's writhing form and pinned her to the bed.
Vick's eyes were closed tightly, her face covered with sweat. Steve hardened
his cock and brought it to Vick's lips, where it was quickly taken in. It
seemed she had completely lost her mind. All she knew was pleasure. Erotic
pleasure. Nothing else seemed to register. She sucked his cock and licked it as
fast as she could, moaning and squealing insanely. Laura was fingering herself
to climax, sliding her tongue deep into Vick's cunt as her lips massaged her
clit. The whole area was incredibly wet, with Victoria's waves of nectar and
Laura's saliva spread all around her crotch.

Steve pulled out before he was brought to orgasm, knowing that he couldn't
manage another after this one. He pulled away from Vick and walked around the
bed, lifting Laura up onto her knees. Laura was so intent on devouring the
prize she had dreamt of for so long she didn't seem to notice. Steve glanced at
the clock just before he slammed into her. 11:57.

Laura squealed as Steve's cock pierced her. Vick was gyrating and twisting
uncontrollably, lost in the skilled mouth of a bisexual. Steve was pumping
Laura from behind with as much strength as he had, enjoying the feel of her
pussy and the warmth of her embrace so much. He finally had it all.

Steve's head perked up as he heard a cough behind him. He looked over his
shoulder to see Luke standing in the hallway after opening the door a crack. He
was gagging on his soda quietly enough so that Steve was the only one to hear
it. His eyes watched the scene in front of him with pure shock before they
noticed Steve looking at him. He shook his head in disbelief without a word,
closed the door, and walked away. Steve couldn't help but smile.

That was when Vick was thrown off the edge. Her moaning and squealing got so
fast it almost matched her heartbeat at the moment. She tightened up every
crevice, every beautifully crafted limb, every well-toned muscle, and screamed.
At the same time, Laura let out a muffled series of moans that only added to
the intense sensation that Victoria was feeling emanating from her cunt. Laura
was cumming, her nectar flowing out onto Steve's cock as it grew inside her.
They all came in the same few seconds, but none of it compared to Victoria's.
The bed creaked as her face tightened, sweat dripping from her. Her hair was
matted to her head and body as she shook violently, her pussy literally
trapping Laura's tongue in its clenched depths. Her cunt was shaking with the
most powerful orgasm of her life as her juices gushed into Laura's mouth. It
went on like this for almost a minute.

Steve was dumbfounded. He had never seen a girl do that before. She looked like
lust incarnate, as if she really was not a human being anymore. For a while,
she just looked like the embodiment of everything sexual. Then, she collapsed,
literally. Her moaning ended and her back dropped, along with her head and the
rest of her body. She fell asleep, out of pure exhaustion.

Laura stopped reluctantly and sat up, leaning back against Steve, tired
herself. She laughed and kissed him, now that it was all over. She had him,
Victoria had been taught a lesson, she had been shown the true meaning of
pleasure, and now she had Steve all to herself.

Right? "I love you, Steve. I love you soo much." She relaxed in his arms,
kissing his neck.

He leaned over and hit 'stop' on the recorder.

"I love you too, Laura." Laura could swear something was missing from that
remark, like it was inwardly hollow. She ignored it, maybe he was just tired.
"So, what do we do about the tape? Give her a taste of her own medicine?" Laura
shook her head.

"No, we're only doing this to teach her a lesson. We can't stoop to her level
like that, she's free to live her life." Steve nodded with a wicked grin that
she, thankfully, couldn't see.

Their fate was sealed.

"A minute 'till New Year's oh, god" Victoria awoke, glanced at the clock, and
shivered, looking like she was covered in bugs. She really was not all that
happy. Laura stood and smiled at her.

"Vick, you have just been fucked by a girl. Don't tell me you didn't like
that."

"I feel horrible. That was evil, Laura. Just evil." Even Steve could tell she
wasn't telling the truth. She sounded more pleased than repulsed, almost as if
she was complimenting her for being evil. Laura walked over to her and got on
the bed with a seductive smile.

"Then this should be downright satanic. Open wide, bitch." Laura swung one leg
over Vick, pressing her pussy to her mouth. At first she pulled away, then
sighed and closed her eyes. Steve saw this coming and crept to the tape
recorder, quietly hitting 'record."

"Mmmm it's so warm, ohh" Victoria slowly licked the lips of Laura's pussy,
finally drifting off and away from her strict code of 'lesbians are gross." She
began to stick her tongue a little bit into Laura's pussy, her eyes closed as
new sensations shook the base of her mind. Laura started to moan quietly,
slowly humping Vick's head. Vick slowly began to get into it more, at first
just tasting, then massaging, then finally striving for more.

"Oh god, Laura oh, it's so good, so tight and hot mmmmmm" Steve crept up on the
bed and could see her pussy starting to glisten with juices again. That's when
he heard it from downstairs.

"Ten!" He knelt down and shoved his cock into Victoria's cunt, which was wet
with so many juices.

"Nine!"

"That's it, eat me you spoiled..."

"Eight!"

"little brat!" Laura ran her fingers through Vick's long hair.

"Seven!"

"Oh, Steve, oh yes"

"Six!"

"Fuck me, oh, this feel's so fucking good"

"Five!" Victoria drank deeply from Laura's tightened pussy, savoring such a
forbidden taste.

"Four!" Laura's moaning got louder as her hips began to sway faster.

"Three!" Victoria rose to an orgasm, her squeals and moans sending shockwaves
through Laura's cunt.

"Two!" Steve picked up the pace, his cock readying another orgasm.

"One!" They all came together, Victoria slavering up every last ounce of
Laura's thick nectar.

"Happy New Year!" All three of them began to moan, squeal, and gasp. The
excitement began to die down gradually as they all collapsed on the bed, each
one rubbing next to or kissing another.

Steve, however, was the only one with a sly grin.

"It's the end of the world, girls." He stopped the tape. "I think I kinda like
this. Laura, you'll continue to do this with me. It seems Vick has found
another half-willing slave." Victoria slowly wakened, her eyes going wide and a
smile forming on her lips. Laura was simply shocked, wordless. "Here's the
rules. Vick, you're now MY slave, and Laura, you're both our slaves. This one
tape lays out the lines of ownership." Vick giggled with delight, looking at
Steve happily. Laura, on the other hand, was angry.

"But I thought you loved me."

"I do love you, Laura, but I'm sick of being at the bottom of the food chain."
She chuckled with a devilish grin. "I want it all. So does Vick. Don't you,
cupcake?" He looked over to her.

"You can't have it if I get it first. I love you, Steve." She didn't try to
sound sincere.

"I- I don't understand, I thought we had a bond!" Laura looked at Steve,
crushed.

"Of course we do. Just like Vick and I do. There a problem?" Laura stood up and
looked down at him, helpless. Steve slid over to Vick and kissed her slowly,
both of them giggling quietly. "Here, sweetheart, let's get you back in control
of things." He swiftly undid her straps, and Victoria swiftly curled up into a
ball. She rubbed her wrists and ankles, the stretched and purred like a cat,
running her hands all over her body leisurely.

"You're insane, Steve, totally insane This'll come back to haunt you! You'll
want a real relationship someday!" Steve looked at her, thought for a second,
then shook his head.

"Hm nope." He guided Vick to her feet and into the nearby bathroom of the
bedroom. Then, he turned to Laura. "Laura, you'll learn to loosen up. Believe
me, you still want this, don't you?" He took Vick in his arms and kissed her,
letting his hands roam down to her ass. Then, he picked her up in his arms,
much to her happiness. "C'mon, get in the shower with us, Laura." Laura glanced
to the tape recorder across the room. "Don't think about it, Laura. If you
destroy it, Vick can put us both away for rape, not to mention the social
repercussions. Can't you, sweetie?" He nuzzled her neck as she smiled.

"You bet!" She looked to Laura. "Come over here and wash up, we need to join
the party." Laura reluctantly followed and joined them in the shower.
Somewhere, deep inside her, she was also starting to understand it. It was kind
of exciting. This might be fun.

The Bitter End


There isn't much room for expansion on this long and complicated tale, but I'm
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