"The ballots have been, counted, and this year's prom queen is… Vicki Stapleton!"
There was oohing and aaahing, polite applause, and some wolf whistles as the beautiful redhead, in her satiny peach-colored dress, ascended the platform.
The young couples on the dance floor and seated at the tables looked on appreciatively. Vicki Stapleton looked like a beautiful young Goddess with her shimmering red hair, her large pointy tits, barely concealed by her low-cut clingy gown and her brightly shining green eyes.
The crowning ceremony did not take long, the prom princesses having been named and congratulated before the queen of the ball was announced. And then Vicki and her escort of the evening, Sam Tomlin, enjoyed a sexy, slow dance by themselves on the dance floor, the lights low, the music soft.
When the lights went up again and the other couples began stepping out on the floor, Vicki excused herself from Sam for a moment, wanting to go to girls' rest room just outside the gym to comb her hair and adjust her crown more attractively before the portrait pictures were taken.
Lana Hague was watching the gorgeous redhead's every move from across the room. "Well, I think this is it," she said, turning to Spike, who looked uncharacteristically dapper in his rented tuxedo.
He nodded gravely, a nervous smile playing about his lips. "I'll be ready," he said.
Lana, in a slinky red gown, grabbed her purse and followed Vicki out of the gym at a safe distance. By the time she walked into the girl's room down the corridor, the redhead was standing before the mirror, the crown lying before her on the sink top.
"God, we just knew you'd win. You look so great – really you do." A flushed, animated sophomore was congratulating Vicki, her shy friend looking on in silent, worshipful admiration.
Damn! Just my luck! Lana thought as she spotted the two underclassmen. The two girls turned and stared shamelessly as the exotic brunette walked in and went directly to a stall.
Lana flushed the toilet and waited impatiently, removing the handkerchief and plastic bottle from her purse. At last she heard the gibbering school girl and her friend take their leave, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The plan might work after all! Her heart was thumping in her chest, and strangely enough, her pussy was creaming. The bathroom was empty now. Slowly and very quietly, she opened, the door of the toilet stall and walked toward the sinks, positioning herself directly behind the prom queen.
Vicki felt the movement behind her and looked up in the mirror to see Lana's reflection. She caught a glimpse of the handkerchief in the girl's hand and then a whiff of the chloroform.
She started to whirl around. "What the…" Lana pounced, clapping the handkerchief over Vicki's nose and mouth, grabbing her around the waist. Vicki began to struggle, jerking and twisting, trying to get free, jabbing her sharp elbow into her attacker's rib cage.
"Aaaaaaah shit!" Lana groaned, wincing with pain. Viciously, she retaliated by punching hard into Vicki's back, knocking all the breath out of her.
Lana, being much bigger and stronger than Vicki, managed to hold her in spite of Vicki's wild defensive movements. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to her, Vicki collapsed and the chloroform-soaked cloth dropped to the floor.
Feeling the girl go limp and lifeless in her arms, Lana dragged her back to one of the bathroom stalls, sat her back on the toilet seat, and locked the stall. Then she shinnied up the door and dropped down by the sinks.
She opened the door to the outside and craned her neck. "Everything clear?" she whispered.
Spike was standing in the shadows by the lockers next to girls' bathroom. "Yeah, hurry up!" he rasped. "It won't be clear for long!"
Lana rushed back into the bathroom and hoisted herself into the stall again. She dragged Vicki across the filthy tile floor and out the heavy door. Spike was waiting there with a large dark dress and coat bag, designed for traveling purposes. The two teens slipped the unconscious girl inside the bag and zipped it up.
"Hurry! Someone's coming!" Lana said, panic-sticken.
A group of giggling girls in long gowns had just stepped outside the gym and they were looking down the corridor in their direction. The night was moonless and very cloudy, so they wouldn't see much.
Lana and Spike hoisted the garment bag between them and headed toward the back parking lot.
Mike and Bud were waiting in the van. As they lifted the precious cargo inside the vehicle, Lana made her way over to the sleek Porsche at the other end of the lot.
From her purse, she pulled out a folded piece of paper, placing it under the windshield wipers. Earlier that week, she had stolen one of the cheerleading schedules from the athletic board. Vicki had written it, and so Lana was able to copy her handwriting while composing the note she was now disposing of. It read:
Dear Sam:
Please forgive me. I met John Camden in the parking lot and realized that it isn't over between us after all. I needed to talk to him. It's beyond my control. Try not to hold it against me, Vicki.
John Camden was the senior class football hero Vicki had dated the year before. The yearbook had called them the perfect couple. Lana smiled, satisfied with her own cleverness. Now Sam wouldn't wonder what had happened to Vicki. They had her all to themselves.
When Vicki awoke, she had a splitting headache. It felt as if there were a sharp stake jammed right between her eyes. As she moved to press her hand to her hot, feverish forehead, she gasped in annoyance. Her hand wouldn't move. She tried again. Something hard and cold was wrapped tightly around her wrist – both wrists, she realized.
"What the…" she opened her eyes and shrieked.
She had to be dreaming. She was lying on a large bed, her hands in manacles. And the manacles were attached by short chains to the bedposts on either side of the headboard.
She whimpered and shivered; the fear she was feeling causing goosepimples to erupt all over her flesh. She looked down at herself and saw that she was bare-ass naked. The room she was in was dark, but a bright light was coming in through a crack under the door.
She could see her plump tits, the nipples lewdly distended with fear, could see her silky cunt muff and her long slender legs stretched out before her. Her legs, too, were manacled and chained. It was surreal. It had to be a nightmare.
She wracked her brain, trying to remember the last thing that happened before she woke up in this room. She had been at the prom, had been crowned queen… she smiled at that. She had been looking in the mirror, and a sullen-faced, dark-haired girl had come up behind her and [missing text].
"Lana Hague!" she gasped.
As if on cue, the door suddenly opened and a tall figure entered the room, flipping on the switch.
"You called?" It was Lana, still dressed in her blood-red gown.
"Wh-what am I doing here? What's this all about?"
"Oh, you'll see soon enough, honey. There are three horny guys out front just waiting to fuck you silly. But Bud made them wait until you woke up. And I figure I deserve to have a little fun with you first. Even us stupid greaser sluts have a sense of justice you know," she said sarcastically. She moved closer, bent over the girl, and spat right in her face.
"Eeeeeeeeew! You bitch!" Vicki rasped, struggling vainly against the chains. It was all beginning to fall into place now. Bud was behind it – the little greasy weasel who had had the nerve to ask her to the prom.
"Nice little body you have there," Lana said. "Of course, it's not nearly as nice as mine, but you have them all fooled with that red hair of yours, that uppity attitude and those expensive clothes. Well, let's just see what they're all raving about."
She went over to the bed and sat down beside Vicki. Then she reached out, placing her hand lightly on the girl's belly Vicki flinched and tried to move away, but the chains didn't give her much leeway.
"Mmmmm, you do have nice smooth skin," Lana said, trailing her sharp red fingernails over Vicki's taut stomach. "And such a sweet-looking little cunt. Why, there's practically no hair at all on your cunt mound."
Vicki was breathing fast now, her blood racing with fear. She knew now that this girl hated her – hated her passionately – and she was completely at her mercy.
Lana ran her hand down the inside of one of Vicki's soft, sleek thighs. Vicki shuddered and flinched, trying to move away from her caressing hand. Then Lana began to comb her fingers through the redhead's sparse, silky cunt hair.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Vicki protested as the girl's fingers grazed her clit and squeezed the fat lips of her cunt. "Stop it! You're sick! Sick!"
Lana just smiled, prying open the lips of the helpless girl's cunt. "Ooooooh, it's tiny and dry. Your cunt's dry, bitch!" Lana sneered.
She stuck the tip of her finger inside, and Vicki jerked violently. "Stop it! You're crazy!" she cried. "This is all a mistake. Let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this! I promise!"
"Shut up!" Lana spat. With her other hand, she pressed down once again on Vicki's belly, keeping the girl in place as she skewered her finger up her tight little pussy.
Vicki trembled uncontrollably. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. It was perverse. And she knew that when the bitch got done having her fun, three boys were waiting out there to fuck her. She couldn't control herself – she began to cry softly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gee, it's tough, ain't it?" Lana chuckled, pulling her nail along the inside wall of the girl's cunt, scratching it and making her wince.
"Please don't! Stop! You're crazy!"
"Yeah, I'm crazy – crazy about Bud! But you just couldn't leave things as they were, could you? You had to go around, strutting your stuff, shaking that fanny of yours… holy shit!"
Lana's eyes opened wide. Her fingertip had pressed against something rubbery and unyielding.
"Holy fuckin' shit! You're cherry, aren't you? Jesus Christ! You're a fucking cherry!" She began to laugh uncontrollably, her big tits shaking in her tight red dress.
Vicki closed her eyes in shame as Lana pressed and scratched at her cherry membrane. "Bud and the guys would kill me if I busted your cherry before they got to you." She smiled when she saw the look of fear and loathing cross the redhead's face. "So, I guess I'll just have to entertain myself some other way."
She jumped off the bed and walked over to the large oak dresser, pulling a pair of scissors from off the top. Vicki's eyes widened; she could feel sharp pangs of fear once again racing up and down her spine.
Lana whirled around, a sly smile on her face. She took careful note of the look of terror on the redhead's face. She opened and closed the scissors as she walked toward the bed. Then, with one hand, she unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and shook her shoulders, letting the top fall down around her waist.
Vicki gasped at the sight of the brunette's oversized tits with their dark areolas-areolas fleshier and bigger around than she had ever seen before.
"Well? Look at these big, beautiful tits. Yours can't even compare to mine, bitch. You're nothing. Nothing." She crawled back on the bed and straddled Vicki's hips, bending low over her, pushing her large hanging tits in her face.
"Suck 'em. Suck my tits!"
"No!" Vicki said, her eyes narrowing, her nostrils flaring. "No, you fat slut!"
Lana chuckled. She reached out and grabbed a handful of shiny red hair at Vicki's temple and calmly snipped it off with the scissors. "Nooooooo!" the girl wailed as she felt the silky-soft strands fall across her chest. "Noooooo! My hair!" Vicki had always known that a great part of her appeal lay in her amazing waist-length red hair. It was shiny and luxurious, with just a hint of a wave, and it caressed her face and splashed over her shoulders like a fiery mane. Men felt they could get lost in it. It was her allure, her fortune.
Tears streamed down her face, and Lana seemed very nearly ecstatic as she observed the intense sorrow Vicki felt. "Well?"
Vicki closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, lapping it up and down the dark girl's tit, sloshing her saliva along her soft flesh.
"Not like that, bitch. With feeling. Tease my nipple! Then suck it. Kiss my tits. If you don't, you're gonna end up bald!" Lana laughed hysterically, looking down expectantly at Vicki. "Open those eyes. You hear me? Open 'em!" She grabbed another handful of Vicki's hair and yanked on it, holding the opened scissors up next to it.
Vicki opened her eyes, terrified. She looked up at Lana's huge hanging tits and felt a tremor in her stomach. Once again, she stuck out her tongue, this time, stabbing it lightly into a dark, semi-hard nipple. The texture was rubbery, but not unpleasant.
She swiped around and around the areola, testing the change in the texture of the flesh, tasting the slightly salty flavor of the sweaty skin.
"Yeeaaaah, that's better," Lana whispered, as she began to rotate her ass slightly. "Now suck!"
Vicki strained her neck up and sucked hard on the nipple.
"Aaaaaagh! Shit!" Lana groaned, the sharp exciting pleasure penetrating her brain.
She began to croon and to swivel her hips, loving the pressure, the intense sensations shooting from her nipples down to her clit.
"Oooooooh, yeah. Suck my tit. Suck it!" she gasped, reaching down to finger her clit.
Vicki sucked hard, automatically humping her crotch up as she did so, punctuating her sucking with gentle nibbles.
"Ah, God! That's it!"
Lana pulled her tits from Vicki's mouth, and, as she did so, Vicki's teeth scraped across her sensitive nipple.
"Aaaaaaah, shiiiiiit!" she groaned, twitching and writhing, cunt juice trickling down her inner thighs. "Now suck on this tit!" She poked her other tit against Vicki's closed lips.
Vicki obliged immediately, feeling somewhat comforted by the feel of the nipple between her lips, the soft tit-flesh resting against her face.
"Ah, you fuckin' bitch!" Lana gasped. She continued to stimulate her swollen clit with her thumb while she fucked two fingers up her churning pussy. "Aaaaaaah, shit, it's good!"
Vicki sucked and nibbled, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed in rhythm to her suckling rhythm. She felt a tingling down in her own cunt as she sucked the other girl's tits, felt the moistness in her pussy seeping out onto the bedspread.
"I'm gonna come, bitch! Gonna come, you fuckin' cherry cockteaser!" Lana rasped as she began to jiggle her ass and tits wildly and to spear into her cunt with brutal strokes. "Aaaaiiiieeee!"
Vicki could feel the girl's pulse nearly double as she was overtaken by a violent orgasm. And as her tormentor twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, she too felt a mild sympathetic climax pass through her cunt. She finally released Lana's tits when she felt the girl collapsing on top of her.
Vicki couldn't help envying the dark slut for the mind-boggling orgasms she was capable of experiencing. She couldn't remember ever having experienced a climax as powerful as the one she had just witnessed, where her whole body twitched and gyrated and cunt juice came streaking down her thighs. No, she knew she had never felt such sensations even though she had finger fucked herself on numerous occasions.
At last, Lana raised her head and looked closely at Vicki. "I'm not through with you, you know. Not by a long shot."
"Let me go, Lana," Vicki whispered in desperation. "I swear to God I won't tell anyone anything about this. Just let me go now, and we'll both forget this ever happened."
"Uh-uh." Lana giggled and raised herself up over Vicki's smooth, slim body. "You're gonna suck all this nice pussy-cum out my cunt. Yeah, that's what you're gonna do, honey."
"No, I'm not. I don't care what you threaten me with! I'm not gonna suck your-your…"
"Cunt. You afraid to say it?"
"I'm not a dirty, vulgar slut like you, Lana."
"Ooooooooh, yeah, I forgot. You're just a no-good, stuck-up little prick teaser, ain't you? Well, you fixed it bitch. Now, the stakes are higher. Now I want you to lick out my ass."
"You know I won't do that, you bitch."
"We'll see, honey," Lana said. Once again, she got up off the bed and headed for the dresser. This time, she opened the top drawer and pulled out some rope and carefully began to uncoil it.
"What the…"
"You'll see," Lana said, grinning. She climbed on the bed and straddled Vicki, then lifted the girl's back, running the rope underneath and doubling it so that it lay directly over her swollen nipples. Then she twisted it underneath and around again. She laughed softly as she tied a slipknot in the end, making it adjustable so that the slightest tension would tighten it.
Vicki had been struggling all this time, but Lana had slapped her once hard across the cheek, and that had so shocked and hurt the girl that she had quieted down immediately.
"Now, sweet thing," Lana said in a voice dripping with honey, "you wouldn't refuse my nice polite request again, would you? Suck my ass, Vicki – please."
Vicki didn't move, didn't utter a sound.
"No?" Lana said. "You really shouldn't be so negative, darling." She pulled the end of the rope, and the knot slid down, tightening.
The hemp cut uncomfortably into Vicki's nipples. "Ooooooooow!" she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. "Stop it, you pervert! That hurts!"
"Too fuckin' bad! Now, you gonna suck my ass?" Lana was pulling her confining gown the rest of the way down over hips and legs. She kicked off the dress, then her shoes. Finally, she skinned out of her panty hose and stood naked before her prisoner.
"Please, Lana… don't do this thing! You don't know what serious trouble you could be getting into. Let me go!" Vicki tried to sound cool, but her last words had a whining, frightened tone to them, and Lana knew Vicki was scared out of her wits.
For good, measure, the brunette reached down and pulled the rope tighter.
"Aaaaaaaw, God! It hurts!" Vicki screamed. Her tits bulged obscenely, the rope cutting deep into her nipples and titflesh and around her rib cage.
Lana felt a tremendous tingling in her cunt and clit at the sight. "Jesus!" she muttered as her thick pussy cream began to spatter the floor. "Jesus! I've changed my mind, bitch. Suck my cunt, and I'll leave you alone. I gotta get off! You understand?"
Lana was in a strange new world of pleasure. The intense fluttering in her stomach, the spasming in her cunt, demonstrated just how vastly turned on she was getting by torturing the sexy, bitchy little redhead.
Vicki nodded her head slowly, swallowing down her feelings of revulsion.
Lana crawled up over Vicki, turning to face her feet as she lowered her cunt slowly over her face. Before she pressed her juicy pussy down over the girl's mouth she said, "Just one thing, cunt. Since you're cherry, you probably never had anyone suck your cunt before… so I'm gonna tell you exactly what makes me feel good – what I want you to do for me. Dig? That's a good girl. Now, first off, you kiss my big pussy lips. Then you lick down the slit…" Lana swirled her dripping cunt gash over Vicki's face. "Then you twirl your tongue around my clit and back to my fuck hole. And you stab your tongue in for awhile. Then, back to my cunt. Understand? If you don't do it right, you know what's gonna happen."
She tugged on the rope, and the knot tightened still more, causing the rope to dig cruelly into Vicki's tit-flesh, cutting off the circulation, mottling the skin.
Vicki was in such intense pain she could only whimper in response. She said a silent prayer, asking for deliverance from the overwhelming pain she was experiencing. Then, Lana's dribbling cunt pressed against her face.
Lana was so turned on that her cunt was juicing heavily, and thick drops of cunt honey were spilling onto Vicki's nose and lips. The girl coughed and sputtered at the heavy, pungent aroma of the girl's cunt juice. It smelled much different than her own pussy cream – earthier, somehow. Then she felt the scratchy wisps of Lana's pussy hair rubbing against her face and her thick cunt flesh mashing against her lips.
"Uuuuuunnngh!" Vicki moaned. The whole thing was so revolting she was gagging, certain she would throw, up all over herself. Thick pussy cream was flowing over her mouth, and she clamped her lips tightly shut.
"Suck! Suck!" Lana growled as if from a great distance. She pulled on the rope and cinched it so tight that Vicki's tits were squeezed out of shape, the abused flesh turning an alarming red color in some spots and ghostly white in others.
Vicki thought she would pass out from the pain. Destroying the beauty of her tits, possibly scarring them for life, seemed too high a price to pay for her prideful resistance. Hesitantly at first, she began to kiss Lana's greasy cunt opening, running her tongue up and down the long pussy gash that ran from her asshole to her nubby clit.
The clit was outrageously distended, fat and slippery, pulsing with lust. She swirled her tongue around and around the grossly swollen cunt nub, teasing it into even greater stiffness.
"Uuuuuungh! Shit, yeah, yeah!" Lana screeched, twisting wildly, fucking her squirming pussy down hard on Vicki's face. "That's it, that's it!"
Vicki felt a strange sense of power over Lana even though she was manacled and chained. She had the power to bring the girl off, to send her into ecstasy, and this notion made her own pussy begin to heat up. As Lana's rough cunt hair brushed across her swollen lips and her fuck cream oozed out, Vicki felt a melting, tingling sensation in her own fuck hole.
But before she lost all sense of proportion, Vicki snapped herself back to reality. I hate this slut! she reminded herself as she swiped her tongue back up the dark girl's sleek pussy gash and stabbed it back into her cunt hole. I must never forget – she's forcing me – degrading me!
"God damn it! God fuckin' damn it!" Lana groaned. She was coming violently and completely. The little bitch had somehow or other managed to suck her cunt just right, much better, in fact, than Bud ever had.
Maybe it was the threat of marking up her pretty little tits, Lana mused. But she couldn't concentrate on such thoughts for long because the wrenching waves of orgasm were washing over her. She slammed down brutally on Vicki's face, squeezing her thighs against the girl's mouth so hard she practically suffocated her.
Vicki was being, deluged with tangy cunt cream. It flowed out all over her face and dribbled down her neck and chin, some of it escaping onto the bedspread. In order to breathe, she had to open her mouth wide and gasp in the air trapped between her, face Lana's sweaty crotch. And when she breathed in this way, she gulped up a load of pussy cream. The fuck juice was subtle and delicious in an off-beat, exotic way, but Vicki was too upset and frightened to think about the taste of cunt cream or the sexiness of sucking out another girl.
Lana lay heaving and groaning. She was still straddling Vicki's face, but now, her head was lowered onto the girl's abdomen. In this position, she didn't see the door swing open.
"Well, well, well. Jumping the gun a little, ain't you, you sorry slut!" Bud's voice was even, a hint of a chuckle in it. Two boys stood behind him in the doorway, their eyes wide, gathering in the lewd scene before them.
Lana slowly raised her face and tits from off of Vicki, revealing the sore, lacerated state of her prisoner's tits, tied up so tightly in the rope.
At the lewd sight of the gorgeous redhead with her tit-flesh cruelly bound up, the boys groaned with excitement and desire, their cocks hardening and swelling. At that moment, any one of them was perfectly capable of busting Vicki's cherry.