{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"f0c11c52-f481-4d08-836e-58165ca54a4a","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2021-07-22T19:29:14.766Z","title":"Three Expulsions","slug":"three-expulsions","shortId":"fRpthJVB","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Pretty extreme story set in a world where incestuous rape, torture and snuff are just normal everyday occurrences due to quick easy cloning availability, and there is no such thing as friendship or love. You'd think this would be a world full of miserable people but nobody seems bothered. It's just life. Set largely in school but all characters are adults. Let me know what you think of this story!","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"41763f85-dc60-4497-acc6-d9ed464fa6c6","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\nThree Expulsions\n\n\n\nIntroduction and Disclaimer\n\nThis is a strange, strange story.\n\nThere are se","wordCount":13486,"readTime":67,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

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Three Expulsions

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Introduction and Disclaimer

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This is a strange, strange story.

\n\n

There are several premises the story asks you to buy into,\nwhich are completely unrealistic--i.e., which mark it out as complete fantasy.

\n\n

First, it's set in some kind of alternate\nuniverse where adults attend school. Not college. School, like high school,\nmiddle school, etc. Perfectly mentally normal, it's just that they go to school\nwhile they're adults. And apparently they don't age,\nbecause no matter what \"grade\" they're in, they're around the same\nage--very young adults. (Hence, you'll note, no references to character's ages\nare made in the part of this story that comes after the title below--because\nthe characters in this story, whatever the setting and however they may be\ndescribed, are not children. Indeed, as far as I can tell, no children exist in\nthis world whatsoever. That highlights the degree to which this story should be\nunderstood as mere fantasy.)

\n\n

Second, people in this world don't form actual friendships\nor loving bonds. They show affection when it's pleasurable, but no one feels\nany kind of obligation toward anyone but themselves. It's basically a planet\nfull of psychopaths. How they've formed a coherent society is anyone's guess.\nNothing like the world depicted here would ever work in real life.

\n\n

These people clearly aren't human.

\n\n

Third, incest is completely normal in this world. It is\nutterly unremarkable for daughters to be fucked by\nfathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, what-have you. And all the other combinations\nyou can think of.

\n\n

Fourth, public sexualized torture and killing is an everyday\noccurrence. Indeed, rape is itself a standardized, rule-governed activity.\nEveryone is liable to be raped, not to mention severely tortured or even\nmurdered, at any time, and there are rules in place for who may rape (and/or\ntorture and/or murder) whom and when. It really is rape because the victims\nreally don't want it to happen. And it really is murder, despite it's in-world\nlegality, because it's killing that is utterly morally repugnant. But rape,\ntorture and murder are a daily risk of living in the world of this story, and\neveryone knows this and accepts it as normal and moves on afterwards. (Like I\nsaid, these people clearly are not human.) And because of the aforementioned lack of any true friendship or love, no one\nmourns the loss of anyone. Indeed, your own closest \"friends\" and\n\"family\" are just as likely to see entertainment value in your\ntorture and death as anything else.

\n\n

Fifth, the setting is kind of a near-future one, with\nself-driving cars, wearable always-on computers, artificially grown organisms,\nand things like that.

\n\n

Nothing in this story models anything realistic at all. It\nis a weird, alternative fantasy world full of events that must never occur in the\nreal world.

\n\n

No but seriously, make sure you have this through your head\nbefore reading any further. This story is fantasy. These people are not human.\nNothing in here should be (or even can be) imitated. Not only are rape, torture\nand killing wrong, corporal punishment of any kind is\nwrong, and any violence one person does to another should be with the others'\nfully informed and rational consent.

\n\n

Don't read any further, and instead stop everything and seek\nhelp, if you have any inkling of an idea that for you, nonconsensual incest,\nrape, torture or murder might be something you'd enjoy\nin real life, or if you would ever contemplate physically harming someone as a\nform of punishment. If that describes you, then I didn't write this story for\nyou. I wrote it because, for some inexplicable reason, the FANTASY of such\nactivities is very erotic to me, and I expect there are others who share these\nfantasies, even though the REALITY of such activities would be utterly\nrepugnant to me-and I expect the same of you.

\n\n

***

\n\n

\"Daddy,\nhow am I supposed to cum with your dick in my ass?

\n\n

Bridget was getting desperate. Her dad was laying under her,\ngrinning, as she worked her asshole up and down on his\ncock. He'd been in there a few times, but not enough that it had stopped hurting\nfor her to be stretched out so much down there. And never\nbefore had he demanded that she cum before he would let himself squirt\nand she could get off of him.

\n\n

Behind her, her older sister Samantha was sighing with\nfrustration. On her knees, nude, her arms behind her back and clamps on her\nnipples, she was growing very impatient with the situation. \"Can you\nplease just hurry this up?\" she demanded. \"We're going to be so late\nfor school.\"

\n\n

Dad laughed. \"How's Bridget supposed to learn if we\ndon't give her a chance to fail?\"

\n\n

Samantha groaned. \"For fuck's\nsake, Bridge, It's easy. Just get it over with!\"

\n\n

Bridge was near the point of tears. \"I caaaaan't! It hurts too much and\nnothing is touching my clit!\"

\n\n

\"Okay,\" said Dad after a few more minutes of\nBridge's tearful struggles. \"I'll make it a little easier on you this\ntime. Samantha, take off your clamps and put them on Bridge.\"

\n\n

Bridge went wide-eyed. \"How's that supposed to help me\nDaddy?!\"

\n\n

\"It's not, but I'm not going to make your sister help\nyou cum without making you pay a little price.\"

\n\n

Bridge stopped pumping for a few moments, resting impaled in\nthe ass on her dad's cock while her sister approached from behind and placed\nthe clamps. Bridge hissed. \"Oweeee!\"

\n\n

\"Okay,\" continued Dad. \"Have at her.\"

\n\n

\"Finally!\" said Samantha, and\nbegan helping her sister out.

\n\n

There was no particular love\nbetween the two sisters, but each was quite intimately familiar with the\nother's body and considered the other a primary object of lust. So, not as a\nshow of affection, but as a practical matter of getting her sister to finish,\nSamantha began eagerly running her lips and tongue around the back of her\nsister's neck, and up and down her shoulder blades and backbone, while reaching\naround and beginning to stroke her sister's clit\nroughly.

\n\n

The change in Bridge's demeanor was palpable. Her rigid,\npained clenched muscles began moving in a new way, still just as tight, but now\nopen, liquid, ready for pleasure--even as her nipples and asshole\nwere in agony.

\n\n

The girl who'd just been crying \"oweeee!\"\nnow began moaning \"oh fuck fuck\nfuck!\" as her body got ready to explode in\norgasm.

\n\n

Her dad watched with pleasure as his daughter clenched\nhelplessly in the throes of agonized pleasure, tweaking her nipple clamps as\nshe yipped and hissed in eager pain. \"Okay now,\" he said before she\nhad completely come down, \"My turn.\"

\n\n

\"Yes sir,\" she moaned and began pumping her ass up\nand down on his cock again, leaning down to lick one of his nipples while\ntweaking the other with her hand. Meanwhile Samantha, still behind her sister,\nmoved downward and began stroking her father's cock with her tongue as it\nexited and entered her sister's ass. She took turns between doing this and\ntaking his balls tenderly into her mouth.

\n\n

Though this was all meant to get her out of the house and\ninto school as early as possible, she couldn't help but feel the pleasures of\nthe situation at the same time. Though she wasn't allowed to do so, she knew\nher dad couldn't see from his angle (and probably didn't much care). She began\nstroking herself.

\n\n

She didn't get to finish before her dad did, though. With a\nkind of restrained roar, he jammed his cock deeply into Bridge's ass and as she\nyelled in agony at the increased impalement, thrust his jism into her body.

\n\n

\"Nicely done there at the end,\" he said with a\ngrin and climbed out from under her after Samantha had finished cleaning him\noff with her mouth. \"So Sam, just clean out her\nasshole with your tongue, deposit my sperm in Bridge's mouth and make her cum\nagain and you guys are good to go.\"

\n\n

\"Dad we're already like an hour late!\"

\n\n

\"Ah so now you're going to do all that while I whip you\nwith my belt. And Bridge, for your sister's outburst you're keeping those\nclamps on til you cum again.\"

\n\n

\"Fuuuuuuck\" both girls\nsaid in aggravation. But there was nothing for it. Sam went down to Bridge's\nasshole with her tongue, and started digging.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Afterwards, outside, the two girls approached Samantha's\ncar. They were dressed carefully in outfits that passed the school dress code.\nSamantha had to be careful, given her position as class president, to surpass\nexpectations. So she wore no underwear, a tight\nrevealing top with just one shoulder strap, and a skirt that did not hide her\nbeautiful shaven underparts at all. Bridge meanwhile wore heels with no socks,\na pair of jeans shorts and a shirt completely open\ndown the middle, managing to hide her nipples only with the clever application\nof tape.

\n\n

Both girls were wearing their AOGs as well. Aural-Ocular\ngear--tasteful, jewel-like earrings and eye decorations which conveyed\ninformation directly to their ocular and aural nerves. Their AOGs served many\nfunctions, not the least of which was to field buy-outs from other students at\ntheir school.

\n\n

At school, any student could offer to \"buy out\"\nany other student at any time. What this meant was the buyer presented to the\nschool's computer network a buy-out offer, detailing how many merit points the student was willing to spend for the right\nto rape and/or torture the buyee for some number of\nminutes. There was a fairly straightforward pricing\nsystem--the proposed buyout would include lists of body parts and activities,\nand the school set standard values on each of those activities and body parts.\nEach body part value was multiplied by the corresponding activity value, then\nthese were all totaled up to determine how many points the student was offering\nto spend.

\n\n

The buyee had five minutes to\nrespond. The buyee could either spend enough of his\nor her own merit points to match the offer, in which case both students lost\nthe merit points and nothing else happened. Or else the buyee\ncould spend less than the offered buy-out--or even zero points--in which case\nthe buyee had a right to engage in rape and torture\nactivities victimizing the buyee for as long as the\nleftover points allowed.

\n\n

Of course the buyee\ncould also spend more points than the buy-out offer, in which case the tables\nwere turned. There was no way for the buyer to back out in such revenge\ncases--they had to take their licks, so to speak.

\n\n

At present, both girls were losing merit points fast, and\nlow-value buy-out offers were incoming every few minutes or so--students hoping\nto get a few minutes in with one or both of the famously\nsexy pair. Both girls had enough merit points stored up to fend off these small\noffers without risk. But that could only last so long.

\n\n

\"Let me drive,\" said Bridge, to which Sam simply\nsnorted. \"Who says you're even getting in the car?\"

\n\n

\"Dad said to go to school!\"

\n\n

\"Then go to school!\" said Sam, \"but you're\nnot getting a ride from me!\"

\n\n

As Sam hopped in the car and started it up, Bridge shouted\nat her in fury. \"Bitch!\"

\n\n

But of course this was to no avail.\nSam zoomed off, and Bridge had to face the prospect of a forty-five\nminute walk, and even further loss of merit points.

\n\n

This was going to be a hard day. Bridge could comfort\nherself only by fantasizing about somehow buying her sister out and whipping\nher cunt for hours before raping it with the cruelest\nstrap-on dildo she could afford. But even as she began sullenly walking down the\nroad with such pleasurable thoughts, she knew it could never happen--Sam just\nhad too many points. Nobody could touch her.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Sam ran from her car to the office where she was supposed to\nbe. As Senior class president, one of her duties was to forego one elective\ncourse and instead meet with the principle and her class vice president to plan\nstudent events and discuss disciplinary questions. She rushed into the principle's office, winded. The vice president--Eric--was\nsmirking from one side of the room, while the principle just winced at the\nmanner of her entrance. On her knees in front of the principle, going down on\nhim, was a friend of Sam's--Violet. Interestingly, Violet was nude and had her\nhands cuffed behind her back, which was not very common except in extreme\ndisciplinary circumstances in which it was likely the student may attempt to\nrun away.

\n\n

There across from the two of them was Violet's dad, sitting\non a couch, baldly stroking his own cock.

\n\n

\"Keep Violet's father happy while I finish up here,\nwill you Sam?\" asked the principle. Samantha knew she was in enough\ntrouble not to protest. She immediately forced herself to grin, approached\nViolet's dad, and sat on his lap facing him, rubbing his cock up against her\npussy.

\n\n

She let him kiss her while she began to work him inside her.\nHe muttered \"that's fine, but just a little bit--I'm here to fuck her\nmostly.\" He nodded towards his daughter.

\n\n

She gave him a smoldering grin. \"Absolutely,\nhoney.\" As a young woman in her society she'd\nlearned long ago how to navigate the various attitudes different men liked.\nThis slightly chubby man's slack-jawed look immediately told her he liked a\nlittle bit of mothering. Hence the \"honey.\" He smiled and began\nkneading her breasts under her shirt.

\n\n

When the principle finally squirted into Victoria's mouth,\nSam disengaged from Victoria's dad so he could go over to his daughter.

\n\n

Sam could see that Victoria had been crying,\nand was even now quietly sobbing. This, too, was unusual--there were no\nsigns that she'd been whipped, much less spanked.

\n\n

Eric yawned, bored. \"Can I fuck Sam while they're going\nat it?\" he asked. Sam knew she was owed a serious lack of merit points.\nShe dared not protest.

\n\n

\"No,\" said the principle, \"but as she's\nninety minutes late for school, she's owed a loss of nine hundred points. You\ncan administer the punishment, but we need to get it over with\nso you'd better take it out on her cunt.

\n\n

Eric sighed, standing up. \"Fine...\" he said,\ndisappointed in the lack of fucking.

\n\n

When students lost merit points, each point lost was\naccompanied by a swat on the ass from a paddle. But\nif the number of swats was unrealistic for some reason, they could be\nconsolidated through the use of other implements or\nthe beating of other body parts. For nine hundred points, administered directly\nto the cunt, she could be in for anything from forty five\nswats with the belt to...

\n\n

She saw Eric casually reach for the whip,\nand felt a little faint.

\n\n

But she was a good girl.

\n\n

She found a position herself, laying backwards on the couch,\nher legs splayed upwards, her ass resting on the back of the couch, her pussy\nopen and ready to receive the blows. She watched Victoria being anally raped by\nher dad and tried to think only about that as Eric positioned himself.

\n\n

She kept herself open for him, but\nscreamed completely out of control when the first stripe landed against her\npussy. He wasn't holding back. This was going to be sore for days.

\n\n

Why was Victoria beginning to cry again? Sam couldn't think\nabout the possibilities in the light of her own suffering. Even though with a\nwhip she was only going to get nine swats, she completely lost count. It must\nhave been that she only got hit eight times, though, because Eric stopped, then\nwhined \"Can I please fuck her mouth now?\nI'll cum in way less than ten minutes anyway,\" and got a positive answer\nfrom the principle. Ten minutes would correspond to exactly one more whip blow\nto the pussy.

\n\n

From her upside-down position, she eagerly took his dick\ninto her mouth as she gingerly closed her legs.

\n\n

Once both men had deposited their sperm into the two girls'\nrespective non-vaginal holes, and got zipped up, the principle spoke again.\n\"Alright, Victoria, it's time to talk about your expulsion.\"

\n\n

Samantha froze. Expulsion meant Victoria couldn't go to\nschool again. But girls who didn't go to school--weren't allowed to be anywhere\nelse. And no girl who failed to graduate had any ability to serve in any capacity\npast graduation age. Basically, a student who was expelled was completely\nuseless and had nothing to look forward to. That student's life was over.

\n\n

Literally.

\n\n

No wonder Victoria was now weeping.

\n\n

Expulsions were not at all unheard of--several dozen\nstudents were expelled every year. Every student knew the dangers. But you just\ndon't think it will happen to you, until it does.

\n\n

And of course, there was the fact that upon expulsion, you\nlose all merit points. Meaning all those accumulated swats--and the fact that\nuntil the expulsion was completed, any student could buy you out and you had no\nway to fight back.

\n\n

\"What the hell did you do, Victoria?\" Sam asked in\nsurprise, breaking protocol in speaking directly to her friend.

\n\n

The principle interrupted. \"Victoria was caught\ncheating. Her father was consulted, and as he has already had to pay for her to\nattend the Correctional Institute twice before, we determined together that\nexpulsion is the correct penalty.

\n\n

And so, as her class president, it's your job to carry out\nthe expulsion.\"

\n\n

Of course. Sam had completely forgotten. One of the perks of\nthe presidency was her role as chief expulsioner for\nher class. It was still early in the year, so she hadn't had the chance to take\nadvantage of this perk yet. She was sad for her friend but... starting to get\nexcited. The painful lacerations across her pussy fought with the growing\npleasurable excitement down there for supremacy.

\n\n

But what about... \"Doesn't she need to be on display\nfor a day so everybody can sign up to rape her and stuff?\" Victoria held\nback a horrified scream from her huddled, cuffed position in the corner, but\nSam was in planning mode and paid her no mind.

\n\n

\"No, this expulsion is to be unusual. We have some very\nstrict instructions concerning the time-frame of this\nexpulsion. It is to be immediate.\"

\n\n

\"Instructions from who?\" asked Sam.

\n\n

\"Whom?\"

\n\n

\"Yeah... 'whom,'\" she rolled her eyes.

\n\n

\"Instructions, my dear Sam, and that's all you need to\nknow.\"

\n\n

\"Yes sir.\" That was mysterious but whatever.

\n\n

\"The instructions for her expulsion will be sent to\nyour AOG. Walk her down to The Room.\"

\n\n

Sam approached Victoria. \"Alright. Make this easy,\nokay?\"

\n\n

Victoria sobbed, but even through her terror, intended to\ndisplay the appropriate bravery. She nodded, and stood\nup. \"Can I be uncuffed?\"

\n\n

Sam didn't wait for a reply from the principle. She smiled\ninto Victoria's ear, and whispered, \"No fucking way you lovely\nbitch.\" And firmly and only a little bit roughly, walked Victoria out the\ndoor, nude, and into the hallway full of students traveling between class.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Bridget's trip to school was fairly drama free, as it\nhappened. She set out on the 45 minute walk hoping to\ncatch a ride. The only people who could legally rape her were her parents,\nschool faculty or staff, or students who had bought her out. She was free to\ngive herself to anyone else, but no one else was allowed to force her to fuck them. She was confident that she could gain a ride\nthen--she knew herself to be a pretty desirable little\nfuck and figured she could make the trade pretty easily.

\n\n

She hadn't bargained on the car that eventually did pull up\nbeside her being a cop car. She was currently truant from school. Potentially\nthis could mean a citation, meaning loss of all merit points and up to a week\nin Corrections. But Bridget played it cool, hoping to bribe her way out of that\nsituation.

\n\n

The window rolled down and the woman cop inside called out\n\"Hey, baby, why aren't you in school?\"

\n\n

Bridget glanced over sidelong at the police\nwoman. Her uniform (for woman cops, this involved short shorts and what\namounted to a kind of sports bra with a badge) showed quite a fit body. Bridget\nbegan hoping bribery worked for more than one reason. \"My cunt sister\nstood me up for a ride, now I have to walk.\"

\n\n

\"You're pretty late, you could get in some serious\ntrouble you know,\" the cop suggested. She was grinning. Bridget knew this\nwas meant as an opening.

\n\n

\"Can I... can I get a ride?\"

\n\n

\"Well I was planning on giving\nyou a ride after I write up your citation...\"

\n\n

The car stopped when Bridget did. She leaned over the\nwindow, making sure the lady cop could see her breasts down her shirt. \"I\nwas kind of hoping we could have some fun and let the citation go.\"

\n\n

The lady cop unapologetically took in Bridget's boobs with\nher eyes, then reached over and caressed her cheek as though petting a puppy.\n\"Awe that's sweet, little girl, but for a ride and no citation?\nThat'd have to be at least a night with me and my girlfriend.\"

\n\n

\"I don't know how I can swing that,\" said Bridget,\ndiscouraged. \"I got a curfew...\"

\n\n

\"It's up to you sweetie,\" said the lady cop. She\nwas showing her boobs off too.

\n\n

\"But what do you want to do?\"

\n\n

The cop said nothing but had her AOG send Bridget's AOG an\nopening offer. This was not a negotiation for merit points--no one had anything\nto do with that but students and school faculty and staff. Instead, this was\ntheir two AOGs communicating offers and counteroffers based on the intimate\nknowledge each had of what their wearer's predilections, limits, and current\ndesires. Bridget's AOG, because of Bridget's great desire to get a ride, was\npredisposed to allow for a little more than she'd normally wish.

\n\n

The final offer came through. There was no specific routine,\njust a set of activity types that would be allowed. Every sexual activity was\nto be allowed, and all spanking activities--hitting the body with a rigid\ninstrument or hand, anywhere on the body.

\n\n

\"Spanking, huh?\" Bridget said.

\n\n

\"Yes, we both enjoy spanking quite a bit. Its one of\nour two favorite activities. But neither of us really likes to be the spankee so... you'd be doing the honors.\"

\n\n

\"Shit.\"

\n\n

The lady cop guffawed. \"I promise we'll make it worth\nyour while.\"

\n\n

\"Okay. I'll do it.\"

\n\n

\"Tonight.\"

\n\n

A little foolish due to lust and desperation to get to\nschool, Bridget okayed it. \"Yeah, tonight.\"

\n\n

The lady cop unlocked the door. \"Hop on in kiddo!\"

\n\n

She had Bridget remover her top,\nand groped her legs and pussy at every stop sign, but that was all they did on\nthe way. As she pulled up to the school, the cop leaned over and kissed Bridget\ndeeply on each of her nipples. Bridget sighed and relaxed into it, then\naccepted a third kiss deep into her mouth.

\n\n

The cop then gazed into her eyes, smiling. \"You're\ncute. Can't wait til tonight!\" With that, she\nopened the door and pushed Bridget out, gently but firmly, so that she had to\ncatch herself on the parking lot with her hands. The cop threw Bridget's shirt\nout after her, and took off laughing.

\n\n

Bridget put on her top as she ran to the school doors,\nhoping they'd let her in.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Samantha walked behind Victoria, her hand firmly on\nVictoria's shoulder. The nude, cuffed girl continued sobbing quietly, but\nwalked obediently towards the gym as she had been instructed.

\n\n

The students scurrying from class to class didn't know that\nVictoria had been expelled--she hadn't been put on display, no special rape\nsessions had been arranged. As far as they knew, she was in serious trouble (as\nshe was crying and being forced to be nude and cuffed in public) but also knew\nenough refrain from asking questions out loud. If they were to know what was\ngoing on, it would be announced--or rumors would fly through the AOGs.

\n\n

From behind Samantha came Eric's voice: \"Hey sorry\nabout your umm...\"

\n\n

\"My pussy?\"

\n\n

\"Yeah your pussy. Sorry about\nthat. You know.\"

\n\n

\"What the fuck ever.\"

\n\n

\"Anyway we're going to get a\nchance at her before she's dispatched, right?\"

\n\n

\"Who's we?

\n\n

\"You know, me and the guys? And you\ntoo I guess if you want.\"

\n\n

\"Eric, my instructions were very clear. I'm taking her\nto the gym and I'm going to expel her. The principle didn't give permission for\nanybody to fuck her.\"

\n\n

\"Oh come on, who's going to\ncare? Don't be such a tease.\"

\n\n

\"I'm not teasing you,\" Samantha whirled around at\nthe fairly serious insult. Teasing was not just\nagainst school rules, it was a crime.

\n\n

Victoria stood by her, naked and shivering, waiting for this\nconversation to be over. \"I'm just telling you the facts, Eric. Nobody's\nallowed to touch her.\"

\n\n

\"Yeah yeah,\" he said.\nThen as they continued walking, \"I'll buy you out if you don't let us have\nher first.\"

\n\n

\"Ha! You know I could easily match any offer you send\nme--and double it.\" Samantha had a reputation for making boys cry in The\nRoom.

\n\n

\"We'll gang you.\"

\n\n

Well shit. That meant he and his\nfriends would all put in large offers. She could stave off most of them,\nleaving them all vulnerable, but in the end, she'd have to submit to a raping\nby one or more of them, and she'd have little left to get any kind of revenge.\nAnd she'd be vulnerable to other offers afterwards.

\n\n

But it was a gamble. Each student participating in a ganging\nknew he or she might end up one of the ones left out. It took determination and\nloyalty to pull one off.

\n\n

And Eric's buds were his buds. She knew they'd follow\nthrough if he told them to.

\n\n

\"Fuck.\"

\n\n

Eric grinned, and started signaling to his buds through his\nAOG.

\n\n

Samantha, Victoria and Eric entered\nthe gym where, just as promised, everything had been set up. A post was\nstanding in the middle of the space, with a ring for cuffs at just about the height\nof Victoria's wrists if she stretched up on her toes. Another cuff ring was at\nthe foot of the post, and right at where Victoria's neck would be, there was a\nkind of collar.

\n\n

Victoria, seeing the place where her life was going to end,\nnearly collapsed, and began crying anew.

\n\n

Samantha felt her clitoris gorging at her former friend's suffering, and led her over to the post. As she raised\nVictoria's hands over her sobbing face, Samantha leaned in and kissed\nVictoria's cheeks gingerly, then her lips even as Victoria continued crying.\nSomehow this unreturned kiss--the feeling of Victoria's wet lips moving\nunresponsive to Sam's own, the poor girl's tongue straining for escape just as\nthe girl would be in a few minutes--this was the most erotic feeling Samantha\nthought she had ever felt.

\n\n

Then the boys began streaming in. \"Alright, we just\nhave fifteen minutes!\" yelled Eric. They had practice after that. They\nwere supposed to be getting prepped right now but they'd swing it for a chance\nat a last fuck with this girl. \"What did you\nalready chain her up for, Sam?!\"

\n\n

Sam hadn't been thinking, but no matter anyway. The boys\neasily undid the clamps that secured the base of the post to the floor, and\nsimply laid the post down, with Victoria still cuffed to it. She fell\nunceremoniously to the floor, hitting her knees, then her shoulder.

\n\n

Samantha rolled her eyes at the crudity of this. As the boys\nbegan stuffing Victoria's mouth, asshole and pussy\nwith their dicks, she opened up the instructions for Victoria's expulsion and\nbegan reading.

\n\n

Her eyes went wide. Whoever had set this up must really have\nsomething out for Victoria. Samantha had never seen anything like this.

\n\n

Boys came over to her as she read, expecting fluffing\nservices as they got ready to rape Victoria. Samantha would usually at least\nprotest this, but she was too busy imagining how she could pull off the\nincredible cruelties she had just read about. She simply reached over, stroked\none boys cock and took another in her mouth as she\ntried to plan out her actions in her mind.

\n\n

Once most of the boys had emptied themselves into Victoria,\nSamantha took a position at Victoria's face and forced the girl to eat her\npussy. After she and the last boy finally came, they lifted\nup Victoria's post--Victoria limply following along--and resecured it.

\n\n

Samantha secured Victoria's feet and neck as the boys left\nfor practice, and now it was time.

\n\n

\"I'm almost sorry for what I'm about to do,\" said\nSamantha to Victoria's breathing but seemingly uncaring (or perhaps\nunconscious) form.

\n\n

\"But not quite.\"

\n\n

She picked up the gardening shears.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Bridget arrived at school just as the lunch bell was\nringing. She tried to enter non-chalantly and blend\nin with the crowd of students heading to the cafeteria, but\nwas spotted almost immediately. Mrs. Spivey, the cheerleading coach, grasped\nher by the shoulder and firmly turned her around just as she was about to enter\nthe cafeteria door.

\n\n

\"Hey Bridge, how's it\ngoing?\" the athletic woman grinned.

\n\n

Bridge knew where this was going, and\ndidn't smile back. \"Um, fine?\"

\n\n

\"We've been looking for you all morning.\"

\n\n

\"I know Mrs. Spivey, I'm, uh, sorry?\"

\n\n

The coach laughed. \"No lunch for you today, you're\ncoming with me to pay off the punishment for the merit points you're losing\ntoday. What is it?\" Mrs. Spivey paused, consulting her AOG. \"A\nlot,\" she grinned.

\n\n

Fuck. \"Am I going to be, um,\nmodeling?\"

\n\n

\"Hell yes you're going to be\nmodeling. My girls deserve a treat anyway. Out of those clothes, show off your\nbod as you walk.\"

\n\n

Fuck fuck.

\n\n

Modeling for cheerleading practice was pretty\ntraumatic. It meant she was going to be a stand in for an opposing\nteam's cheerleader. Many cheerleading routines involved the use of a victim\ncheerleader from the other team--all the schools in the district had long ago\nagreed to offer up one such victim per game--but between games a stand-in had to\ntake the victim's place. Today that stand-in was to be Bridget.

\n\n

Walking down the hall nude (her clothes having been left\nbehind on the floor, she'd probably never see them again) guided firmly from\nbehind by Mrs. Spivey, several boys and girls figured such a plight must mean\nshe was down a lot of merit points. Offers came flowing in from all sides.

\n\n

Her grades and the favor she showed the staffs and admins\nwith great regularity (coupled with her good looks and money from daddy) kept\nher quite rich in merit points so she staved off the offers with little\ntrouble. One student she particulary despised--a boy\nfrom a grade lower than her--she bought back using double the amount. With the\namount she paid, she'd get to whip his cock and crush his balls for almost half\na minute--enough to make any male cry. She had to prove she couldn't be messed\nwith--though in truth her merit point level was lower than she'd ever seen it.\nShe was slightly worried.

\n\n

As they entered the dance floor, Mrs. Spivey called out\n\"Good afternoon girls, I brought you a present.\"

\n\n

The cheerleaders, all dressed in their semi-transparent\nlatex cheerleader outfits and examining the tool table that had been left\nagainst a wall, looked over at Bridget and starting \"ooo\"ing\nin excitement. A chance to hurt her was a pretty rare\noccurrence. Every student aspired to getting Bridget or her sister (or, perhaps\nimpossibly, both!) tied down and victimized.

\n\n

\"Oh my god, Mrs. Spivey, can we rape her?\" asked\nthe head cheerleader holding up a gigantic strap-on that had been left on the\ntable.

\n\n

\"Each winner will get her turn with her, but we have to\nhave the competition first.\"

\n\n

She led Bridget over to the contraption she would be secured\nto--chains hanging from the ceiling and bolts secured to the floor, such that\nshe'd be trapped in a spread-eagle position standing up in\nthe midst of the room, exposed on every side and unable to dodge\nanything any girl might do to her.

\n\n

\"Competition?\" asked Bridget.

\n\n

\"Yes,\" said Mrs. Spivey. \"Do you see that\nmeter?\"

\n\n

On the table was a machine of some kind with a readout, with\nnumbers from one to ten.

\n\n

\"It registers the volume of your voice. Each time you\nscream, we'll record the number reached. The total of all the numbers will\nequal the number of times you will be whipped directly on the asshole. And the three girls who got you to the highest\nnumber will get to administer that whipping--and then three-way you, your mouth\nat the cunt of one girl, one huge fucking dildo in\nyour cunt, and an even huger fucking strap-on in your bruised asshole.\"

\n\n

While delivering this information, as the cheerleaders\nsquealed in anticipation, Mrs. Spivey together with the head cheerleader got\nBridget's limbs secured to the chains and stretched her taut. At hearing what\nwas to happen to her, Bridget began hyperventilating.

\n\n

When the first of the twenty girls on the squad approached\nher with needles, Bridget almost screamed before she was even touched. When the\nneedle went into her left nipple, she gave a high pitched\ngrunt-squeal that registered a three on the device.

\n\n

\"Disappointing!\" said Mrs. Spivey. Bridget,\nthrough the pain, was dumbfounded. She had never felt pain like that, and the\nnoise it forced out of her was only a three?

\n\n

When the next girl approached with another needle, and stuck\nit under one of Bridget's big toenails, Bridget realized she hadn't felt pain\nyet. What wrenched itself out of her went straight up to nine.

\n\n

Of course the third girl, realizing\nthere was only one way to potentially top this, stuck a needle straight into\nBridget's clitoris. That was a ten.

\n\n

It was hard to top that. The next girl jammed a needle\ndirectly into Bridget's anal sphincter, eliciting a violent reaction from her\nand a scream rating seven, and after that they were out of needles. She lost\ntrack of everything they did to her. One girl cruelly clamped her nipples and\ntwisted the clamps, but this was no worse than what she suffered at the hands\nof her own dad at least once a weak so that just got a\ntwo out of her. Another girl whipped her across the breasts--she was allowed to\nhit Bridge five times--as hard as she could, and yet another girl whipped her\nacross the front of her legs. For Bridge, the latter was much worse than the\nformer as the first girl only managed to land on the nipples one time anyway. Still these were just in the five range or so.

\n\n

The worst aside from the needles was the head cheerleader.\nShe got clever, instead of pulling a tool off the table she went to the wench controlling Bridget's restraints, and set them to\nstretch her out even further. Once Bridget realized what was happening, she\nstarted begging. \"Nonono this could be a\npermanent injury!\" she cried, pleading to Mrs. Spivey to make it stop. The\nchains pulled harder and harder, insisting, and she became terrified one or\nboth of her shoulders would dislocate. She began to hyperventilate, and\ncompletely lost control over herself, finally uttering an animal cry of terror\nas her body began uncontrollably panicking.

\n\n

That was when Mrs. Spivey finally reached past the head\ncheerleader (who was herself merely grinning at the suffering she was\ncausing--and reveling in the fact that the meter was reading as high as it\ncould physically go) and stopped the stretching.

\n\n

As Bridget dropped to the floor, curling up into a nude\nfeminine weeping ball, the three winning cheerleders\napproached her. They pulled her wrists forward to bolts in the wall and\nre-secured her. Then one cheerleader held open Bridget's asscheecks,\nand the three winners took turns beating her asshole directly with a belt for a\ntotal of eighty seven blows.

\n\n

Then the head cheerleader put the four-inch\nwide studded dildo onto a strap-on set and began raping Bridget's\ngibbering form directly into her bruised ass.

\n\n

As the other two girls also took position to rape her mouth\nand cunt, Bridget, in her agony, hardly noticed. She\nsimply let them use her body. But there was a single good thought she was\nhaving, and she held onto it through her suffering.

\n\n

She knew how she could get revenge on Samantha.

\n\n

She would join the cheerleading squad herself. And wield the\npower to put Samantha into the position she had been in today, hopefully every goddamn day.

\n\n

***

\n\n

That evening, Samantha was at home with Dad. She had on a\nshirt and nothing else. They were eating dinner, watching TV, and idly groping\neach other. Just having a normal evening. \"So where is Bridget\nanyway,\" she asked.

\n\n

Dad smiled. \"She thinks I think she's at a friends house working on a group project.\"

\n\n

\"Is she not?\"

\n\n

\"No she's not.\"

\n\n

\"So what are you going to do\nabout it?\"

\n\n

\"I'll be thinking about that, but meanwhile I thought\nthis'd be a great time for you and I to get some alone\ntime!\" He leaned in and began kissing his daughter's neck. \"I've got\nsome new tools in the basement, I need to try them\nout.\"

\n\n

Samantha couldn't get her mind off of\nthe expulsion she'd administered that morning. She knew herself to enjoy\ncausing pain to others, but that she could enjoy even the act of literally\ncutting off a girl's nipples, and burning her cunt and\nasshole til she passed out--she was both horrified\nand fascinated.

\n\n

And then she'd personally thrown the switch that caused the\ncollar around Victoria's neck to slowly close, and watched the poor girl's\nface--indeed, holding eye contact with her--as she struggled to breathe.

\n\n

Was this a career? Was she an executress?\nShe would never have expected it. But even thinking about it now brought forth\nfeelings of intense need as well as disgust and horror.

\n\n

\"Sounds fun!\" she grinned, turning to french her dad. As they disengaged, though, she said, while\nstroking his cock, But I was wondering...\"

\n\n

A bit taken aback at her forwardness, he asked,\n\"yes...?\"

\n\n

\"I've got some money saved up. I was wondering if we\ncould order some Girl Slut Nookie tonight.\"

\n\n

\"Interesting... Why pay if we can just get your sister\nback home for whatever you're planning?\"

\n\n

\"You know, Bridget's hot and all, but a little variety\nis, you know, always nice?\"

\n\n

\"Okay well, I can't complain. How much do you have\nsaved?\"

\n\n

She told him, and he laughed. \"That won't get you much!\nTell you what, it's on me. Whatever you want.\"

\n\n

She smiled sweetly. \"Thanks Daddy!\" and went down\non him as he placed the order on his AoG.

\n\n

The Girl Sluts sold their feminine services to anyone who\ncould buy, in exchange for the work experience and connections it gained them.\nIt was risky to an extent--who knew what depravities clients might want them to\ncater to--but there was never a shortage of willing volunteers. (There was, of\ncourse, a corresponding Boy Sluts organization.)

\n\n

The Girl Slut arrived at their doorstep within an hour. A\nbeautiful asian girl wearing the characteristic Girl\nSlut sash and skirt, she cheerfully called out when Samantha opened the door,\n\"Would you like to buy some Girl Slut Nookie? A\nGirl Slut is always prepared!\"

\n\n

Samantha took the Slut's hand and pulled her gently in,\nplanting a passionate kiss on her lips. The Slut melted into it--she knew how\nto play her part, and maybe even genuinely enjoyed it.

\n\n

When the kiss was finished, the Slut uploaded the menu into\nSamantha's AOG while the two girls walked into the living room to Samantha's\nwaiting father.

\n\n

They had a pleasant evening. The two girls began by making\nout with each other, letting Dad's dick join in as the third member of the makeout session. Eventually he came on both of their faces\nand they eagerly exchanged his cum back and forth with passionate kisses. From\nhere the two girls slowly dropped to the floor and made love to each other\nwhile Samantha's dad watched.

\n\n

The girls were still shaky from their orgasms, but Dad was\nready to go again. They stood up and the three of them went to Dad's bedroom\nfor a comfortable bed for a threesome. Before they started, Samantha told the\nGirl Slut in a friendly but demanding voice to sit on the bed and put her hands\non the bed behind her back. Smiling in a sultry way as she saw Samantha and her\ndad raising up, respectively, a paddle and a belt. \"I want to hear the\nother kind of moan first,\" said Samantha, to which the Slut simply replied\nwith a smile, \"Understood!\"

\n\n

Samantha hit the Girl Slut's breast with her paddle. The\nSlut kept eye contact on her as she hissed in pain. \"Not enough to make\nyou cry?\" asked Samantha and the Slut replied, \"No, not yet.\"

\n\n

Now dad hit the Girl Slut's other breast with his belt. The\nSlut emitted a kind of whimper of protest but did not lose her composure.

\n\n

\"Tough girl, huh?\" chuckled Samantha.

\n\n

\"You gotta earn it!\"\nlaughed the Slut in return.

\n\n

So Samantha and Dad took turns\nbeating the Girl Slut's breasts. After several more blows she lost the ability\nto maintain eye contact with them, and eventually did begin yelling \"Oh\nfuck!\" at the pain. Tears began to flow. But a good Girl Slut never asks\nher client to stop, and she didn't.

\n\n

Finally Samantha couldn't take any\nmore. She lept onto the crying girl, first kissing\nher face while humping her crotch, then sliding up across her body, dragging\nher cunt across the girl's bruised breasts, then\nturning around and sitting on her face.

\n\n

As dad spread the girl's legs and placed his cock at the\nentrance to her cunt, Samantha grabbed two clamps from\nthe drawer next to the bed and cruelly pinched the poor girls' bruised nipples\nwhile beginning to facefuck the girl with her pussy.\nThe girl screamed at the sting, the vibration of her voice adding to Samantha's\npleasure, and the passionate look on her face and movements of her body\nensuring her dad's dick was rock hard and long as it pierced the Girl Slut's\nvagina.

\n\n

As Dad thrust in and out of the Slut and Samantha raped her\nface while the girl squealed in pleasure and pain beneath them, Samantha leaned\nover and began whispering in her dad's ear, telling him what else she wanted to\ndo to the girl.

\n\n

He stopped fucking the girl's pussy\nmomentarily, but only just. \"That's expensive,\" he grunted.\n\"You'll owe me.\"

\n\n

\"I know Daddy but it's what I really want. But don't\nplace the order until later, I want it to be a surprise.\"

\n\n

He grinned ruefully, and continued a-fucking.

\n\n

When he'd finally finished, Samantha leaned over once again,\nthis time to get into sixty-nine position with the\nagonized Girl Slut. She cleaned out her dad's cum from the girl's pussy while cumming on the girl's face. She then turned around, yanked\nthe clamps off the girl's nipples and as the girl openly screamed, placed a cummy kiss into the girl's yelling mouth, rubbing the\ngirl's clit til she, too,\nhad an orgasm.

\n\n

In the aftermath, as her dad lay half-asleep on his back and\nthe two girls drank in each other's beauty on the bed beside him, idly kissing\nand stroking each other, the Girl Slut spoke up. \"You guys are really good\nat this.\"

\n\n

Samantha laughed. \"We're the customer, we're supposed\nto be judging you.\"

\n\n

\"I know but you know, sometimes being a Girl Slut is\nfun, other times it's not, then there's those times when it's really... like...\ninteresting. Makes me not know if I'm having the best or the worst day of my\nlife.\"

\n\n

Samantha kissed the girl. \"Aww,\" she said as they\ndisengaged, \"I'm sure you say that to all the clients.\"

\n\n

\"Maybe,\" the girl winked. \"But this time I\nreally mean it.\"

\n\n

\"So what's your name?\"\nasked Samantha.

\n\n

\"Sungli,\" said the girl.\n

\n\n

\"Sungli,\" repeated\nSamantha, \"I love that name. Do you speak Chinese or anything?\"

\n\n

Sungli said some words in a sing-songy voice.

\n\n

\"That was beautiful, what does it mean?\"

\n\n

\"Not telling!\"

\n\n

\"Hah. Okay. So Sungli, what\ndo you like to do? I mean other than fucking people\nand letting them hurt you?\"

\n\n

\"That's pretty much it,\" said Sungli\nwith a smile. \"I mean, shopping is fun, and dancing. But I'm basically\nthinking about fucking the whole time. I might be a\nlifer.\"

\n\n

\"In the Sluts, you mean?\"

\n\n

\"Yep.\"

\n\n

\"Other talents?\"

\n\n

\"Well, I mean my mom makes me practice Violin like\ntwenty hours a week. I'm pretty fucking good, but I\nhate it.\"

\n\n

Sungli sent a video to Samantha's\nAOG. Samantha listened to the performance. Sungli\nstood on stage, nude, playing violin while a boy (also nude, cock fully erect)\nplayed Cello beside her. Their performance was somehow achingly erotic, and\nwhen the song was over, they put down their instruments and Sungli\nstraddled the boy. The final part of the performance consisted in the two of\nthem fucking til both had\ncum.

\n\n

\"Is that boy your...\"

\n\n

\"My brother? Yes. We're a pair!\"

\n\n

\"You're really good.\"

\n\n

\"I know.\"

\n\n

Samantha laughed. \"Humble much?\"

\n\n

\"I mean, I hate it. My mom makes me do it. I like the fucking part, though.\"

\n\n

Samantha grabbed the girl's crotch. \"I bet you\ndo.\" They kissed again, and Samantha crawled down to eat the girl out.

\n\n

\"Hey I'm supposed to be\nservicing you!\" laughed Sungli.

\n\n

\"Consider it a tip. Anyway, Dad's about to fuck your ass,\" and indeed that was the case. From\nbehind he rolled Sungli onto her side while Samantha\nkept playing with Sungli's clit\nwith her tongue and fingers. She switched between taking his dick from her ass\ninto his mouth, then when he put it back in the ass licking Sungli's\nclit some more. When he came into Sungli's\nass, Samantha dutifully cleaned it out and deposited the sperm into Sungli's mouth as the girl's\nkissed. All the while she kept rubbing the girl's pussy til\nshe finally came.

\n\n

As the girl lay there sighing in the glow, Samantha smiled\nat her, keeping her eyes locked. Not looking away, she said quietly,\n\"Okay, Dad. Put in the order.\"

\n\n

Samantha's stomach went into sympathetic knots as she read Sungli's face as the order came through. The transition from true orgasmic contentment, to an incredibly brief pause\nof surprise and despair, to an almost immediate state of forced happiness so\nwell done it could almost be real, the girl's reactions were incredible to\nwatch.

\n\n

\"Okay,\" Sungli smiled.\n\"Do you want me to go out to my car and get some tools for it? A Girl Slut\nis always prepared...\"

\n\n

Samantha smiled as well, gently. \"No, thank you\nsweetie, we have what we need. You look a little scared.\"

\n\n

\"Well,\" said Sungli, a\nlittle shudder in her voice. \"I mean, I was going to go out dancing after\nthis... and Mom is going to freak...\"

\n\n

Samantha kissed the girl again. When a tear quietly escaped\nher eye, Samantha kissed it and returned it to its place.

\n\n

As further, more detailed orders came in detailing exactly\nhow they were going to do what they were going to do, Sungli's\nbreaths became shallow, and an actual sob escaped from her lips.\n\"Sorry!\" she cried, \"Sorry,\" and desperately tried to\nregain her composure.

\n\n

\"Sungli, you know this just\nmakes me want you more.\"

\n\n

\"I know, it's not a trick, I promise,\" Sungli said and actually managed a\nkind of laugh. \"Okay. Fuck. Okay I'm... I'm\nready... I mean, I thought we were maybe going to be friends...\"

\n\n

Samantha smiled as she climbed up from the bed. \"We\nare. We are very good friends. I will miss you forever, my very good friend, my\npassionate lover, Sungli the Girl Slut. That I\npromise.\"

\n\n

Sungli smiled, doing her job.\n\"Alright,\" she said, turning over to her stomach in anticipation of\nthe plan that had been laid out for her. She put her hands behind her, meeting\nat the wrists. \"I'm ready.\"

\n\n

They bound her hands together, tightly. It was not\nSamantha's plan to be gentle with her new friend.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Things didn't get better for Bridget after cheerleading\npractice. Having \"lost\" her clothes, she had to borrow what the\nschool had to offer to be in compliance with the\nschool dress code. And what the school had to offer in such cases, for girls,\nwas a two piece set called \"The Nettles\"\ntogether with a pair of \"shoes\" with heels so high that a student\ncould hardly walk.

\n\n

The Nettles was, by strict definition anyway, a pair of\nunderwear and a bra, sufficing to \"cover\" her nipples, anus and pubis. Of course since the\nstructure of these pieces of \"clothing\" was constructed out of loose\nmetal wiring, you could nearly always see right through them to the parts\nunderneath that were supposed to be hidden. But the school allowed this to\npass.

\n\n

The \"nettles\" part of the name came from the\nnumerous tiny needles attached to the wiring these \"garments\" were\nmade of. And the name was especially apt since the garment was typically\ndipped, prior to being put on, in an irritating solution, to help remind the\nstudent who was being forced to wear them that compliance with the school dress\ncode was of great importance.

\n\n

So Bridget spent the last half of\nthe school day already bruised and aching from cheerleading practice having to\nwalk mince around nearly stumbling over, every movement of her legs and arms\ntugging at the stinging nettles surrounding her pelvic and breast areas, nearly\ncrying with pain every time she had to sit down or hold anything against her\nchest.

\n\n

Students wearing the nettles wore them leaving campus as\nwell, being required to return them the next day (or wear them again if their\npunishment required it). So when Bridget showed up at\nthe policewoman's door, she was still wearing them.

\n\n

The policewoman smirked, then tsked and clucked in happy\nconcern as she opened the door. \"Rough day!\" she said, as she took in\nBridget's cuts, bruises and sore manner of walking as\nshe walked gingerly into the living room.

\n\n

\"Yeah, I got in big trouble for being late.\"

\n\n

\"I can see that. Well I want\nyou to be all clean for my girlfriend so go ahead and get those, 'clothes?' off\nand feel free to luxuriate in our bath for a while.

\n\n

Bridget was momentarily relieved. She'd be allowed a few\nminutes to herself. For that she was extremely grateful. Maybe she'd be able to\nget herself off once or twice in the time allotted.

\n\n

But then just as she was about to enter the bathroom, the\ncop lady called her back over. \"Shit, I'm sorry I just... you just look so\ngood in those and I never got to do anything to a girl\nwearing them. Just for a few minutes, alright? Come bend over and put your\nhands on the arm of the couch.\"

\n\n

Bridget, downcast, did as she was told.

\n\n

\"Spread your legs a little.\"

\n\n

Bridget did so.

\n\n

The cop lady had a hairbrush in hand, and started in with\nit, first spanking Bridget on her bare skin, but soon working her way to the\npart of her ass that was covered with the nettles. You would think by now her\nskin had immunized itself to the pain, but no. Bridget squealed\nunapologetically as the needles dug into her flesh, injecting the irritant\nagain and again.

\n\n

Cop lady put on a thick glove next and reached in between\nBridget's legs, pressing upwards, jabbing the nettles directly into her pussy.\nBridget closed her eyes, tears flowing freely and grunted in pain.

\n\n

Cop lady pulsed her hand several times, in a motion that in\nother contexts might have been conducive to sexual pleasure for Bridget. But\nwith the nettles on, it was simply agony. When a needle found its way to her clit every now and then, she made a kind of squeak grunt\nthat cop lady seemed to find endearing.

\n\n

\"Haha okay, just a little\nmore. You're really fucking hot you know, I almost\ncan't help doing this shit to you.\" The cop lady took Bridget by the\nshoulders and had her turn around. Not gently, she lay Bridget down on her back\non the couch, then climbed on top of her.

\n\n

Grinding her clothed pelvis against Bridget's nettled pussy,\nthe cop took the nettle bra roughly in hand and viciously manhandled her\nstinging breasts while forcing a kiss into Bridget's mouth.

\n\n

Bridget just cried through the burning and the oral invasion\nuntil the policewoman had had her fill of Bridget's discomfort. \"Haha oh man,\" the lady remarked. \"I can't cum\nlike this you tease. Go get washed up.\"

\n\n

She pushed Bridget off the couch, holding onto her arms so\nthat she slammed breasts-first into the floor. Bridget whimpered and crawled\npitifully into the bathroom, and drew a bath, simpering over her wounds.

\n\n

Cop lady never called her out of the bath--Bridget was\nallowed to spend as much time as she wanted to. She masturbated three or four\ntimes in the course of the bath, got all the irritant\nwashed off of her, cleaned up her wounds as best she could, prettied up her\nhair, put on jewelry that had clearly been left out for her, and walked back\ninto the living room stark naked.

\n\n

Cop lady's girlfriend--a beautiful, very dark black and\nathletic woman--was sitting on the couch already, cuddling Cop lady, who by\ncomparison seemed white as new paper.

\n\n

The girlfriend spoke first. \"Aww, she's all scratched\nup!\"

\n\n

Cop lady cooed. \"I know, she wasn't like that when I\nfound her but she got in trouble at school.\"

\n\n

\"Well you know what we do when\nour girls get in trouble at school. Everything that happens in their punishment\nat school gets translated into spankings here. So, what's your name girl?\"

\n\n

Bridget, still standing at the entrance to the bathroom,\nsaid softly \"Bridget.\"

\n\n

\"Bridget, come kneel in front of us and tell us\neverything that happened to you at school.\"

\n\n

Once she'd finished recounting everything, cop lady and her\ngirlfriend came up with a number of swats that was too\nbig to think about. Basically it meant Bridget would\nbe spanked literally through the night. She wasn't looking forward to it but nothing could be worse than needles in the anal\nsphincter, or under the nails. She would take it.

\n\n

The girlfriend had Bridget lay across her lap, while cop\nlady splayed her legs to place Bridget's face right at her pussy. \"You\nalready bruised her!\" said the girlfriend once she got a look at Bridget's\nass on her lap.

\n\n

\"No,\" said cop lady defensively \"I swear she\nwas perfect when I found her. They did that to her at school.\"

\n\n

\"Bridget, is that true?\" asked the girlfriend.\nBridget knew that the spanking she'd received earlier would have left a bruise,\nbut said truthfully nevertheless, \"Ma'am, my punishments at school\nseverely bruised me.\"

\n\n

The two ladies chuckled. \"Carefully worded!\" said\nthe girlfriend, \"but okay. Let's begin--the number of swats it takes\nbefore my Lydia cums will be\ndoubled and administered once again to you after she cums.\nAnd go!\" The black lady immediately began rapidly whipping Bridget's ass\nwith a ruler. Bridget yelped but then dove into Lydia's pussy.

\n\n

When Lydia was finished with Bridget's face, they turned her\nover and the black lady sat on her mouth. Lydia sat on Bridget's shins to hold\ndown her legs, and began rapidly swatting the fronts of her thighs with the\nsame ruler while desperately trying to make Shanice (for that was her name, as\nshe learned) cum.

\n\n

She accumulated hundreds of swats through the doubling of\nthe number it took to accomplish these two orgasms. They were administered to\nher breasts by the two ladies--both with rulers--while she was cuffed by all\nfour limbs to the ladies' bed.

\n\n

Once that was over, the ladies pet Bridget's soft hair and\ncooed at her as she wept, then after kissing each other and her, each put her\nmouth on one of Bridget's nipples, and together they brought her to a fairly surprisingly ecstatic orgasm using her clit and\nnipples as points of pleasurable contact.

\n\n

After several seconds of her orgasmic screams, they turned\nthe screams into squeals of discomfort by taking the aforementioned\nrulers and beating the insides of her thighs with them.

\n\n

That was round one. Very methodically, now using the divan\nin their room instead of the couch in the living room, they went through the\nentire process again, only this time not with rulers but with hairbrushes.

\n\n

In this manner, Bridget was forced through cycle after cycle\nof spankings, first on the ass, then on the fronts of the legs, then on the\nbreasts--then an agonized orgasm--and finally a cruel beating on the insides of\nher legs. After the ruler and the hairbrushes, the other side of the brushes\nwas used--the spikes of the brush having had their ends cut off so that they\nwere quite sharp. She ended up with a gridlike\npattern of red dots all over the sensitive portions of her body. Then\nbelts--then belt buckles. Then curtain rods, then coat hangers, and finally,\nelectric cords.

\n\n

Only then were they exhausted enough to turn in for the\nnight. They uncuffed her and wrapped their arms around her weeping body,\nkissing her all over and making her cum several times.

\n\n

In the morning, Lydia let Bridget borrow some of her clothes\nand helped her sore body out to her car to go back to school. \"Don't\nsuppose you'd want to come by again sometime?\" asked Shanice with a grin\nas they left.

\n\n

\"Actually I mean, I don't\nknow. Right now I'm in a weird headspace. Probably\ntomorrow I'll be like 'no way' but you guys are so good at making me cum that\nright now, I don't know.\"

\n\n

\"Well think about it girlie,\" said Shanice, and\npinched Bridget's nipple hard and affectionately.

\n\n

As Lydia was driving her to school, she turned in at the cop\nstation. \"Just one second, I gotta get my\nassignment real quick.\" She reached over and\nkissed Bridget on the shoulder, then went inside for a few minutes.

\n\n

She came back outside to the car, but\ndidn't open the driver door. Instead, she opened the passenger side.\n\"Well, Bridget, you can't catch a break. Step out of the car please.\"

\n\n

\"What's happening?\"

\n\n

\"Just step out of the car.\" Lydia had a pair of\nhandcuffs in hand.

\n\n

Bridget stepped out.

\n\n

Lydia spoke into a walkie-talkie. \"Need two assistants\nfor a strip search.\"

\n\n

\"Why? What did I do?\"

\n\n

\"Turn around, Bridget,\" Lydia said, grinning.

\n\n

\"Is this a joke?\"

\n\n

Lydia grabbed Bridget and spun her around, leaning her over\nagainst the hot car. She ripped open the shirt she'd loaned Bridget, whose\nbreasts were now pressed against the burning metal. Pulling the shirt off,\nLydia now cuffed Bridget's wrists together behind her back, then Bridget felt\nit as the two assistants who had been called for removed her shoes, shorts and underwear as well.

\n\n

\"Your dad contacted my AOG a minute ago. He figured out\nyou lied about where you were I guess, and he said I can throw you in a cell\nfor truancy today.\"

\n\n

\"No please!\" said Bridget. \"I'll do anything!\nI don't want to miss school!\"

\n\n

\"And he told me something else, pretty girl. He said he\ngives permission for any person in that building today to fuck\nyou. Any person at all. On any side of any cage--inside or out.\"

\n\n

Lydia and the two assistant cops--both male--started\ninvading her mouth, anal and pussy cavities with their fingers. Once the strip\nsearch was over, they took her by the elbows and marched her over to the\nstation entrance. A cold blast of air greeted her naked, cuffed body, and she\nwas led over to booking for her stay in jail.

\n\n

She was probably going to endure dozens, perhaps hundreds of\nrapes today. That was bad enough. But how was she going to make up for the loss\nin merit points at school? And how could she make the cheerleading squad now,\nwith her perfect attendance record marred by not just half a day, but now a\nwhole day and a half?

\n\n

Bridget sobbed at the unfairness of it all.

\n\n

***

\n\n

It had been weeks since Samantha's night with Sungli and Daddy, and she still couldn't stop thinking\nabout it. She awoke to dreams that should have been nightmares, but somehow\nthey made her cum. Samantha sat on the school bus, the hot vinyl seat stuck to\nher nearly bare legs, images of that night returning to her--the poor girl's\nscreams as each of her fingers, her beautiful, violin-playing fingers, fingers\nthat had so skillfully brought Samantha to orgasmic screams of her own, as each\nof these pretty girly fingers was violently, audibly cracked while the girl\nstruggled mightily against Dad holding her face down onto the bed, no longer\nable to control herself in light of this unbearable torment.

\n\n

Then, her hands thoroughly broken, they'd made her go down\non each of them one more time. Dad and daughter both fucked\nand came into that beautiful sobbing, weeping face. When they were finished\nwith her, they'd had her stand up, and Samantha held a knife under the girl's\npussy. As the girls continued weeping, Samantha pushed the blade between the\ngirl's pussy lips, but did not cut her. Instead, dad, from behind the girl,\ngrasped her hips and pushed gently downwards. He did not force her down, but was preventing her escape. \"It's time to end\nthis,\" said Samantha gently to the crying girl.

\n\n

Even through the haze of broken finger agony and the fear of\nimpending death, Sungli managed to take on a little\nbit of composure. Still weeping, she inhaled a deep breath, and nodded, eyes\nclosed.

\n\n

And, slowly, she began to lower herself on the blade. Dad\ndidn't push her, but held firm so that however low she went, she could not\nraise herself back up.

\n\n

She squirmed and squealed and cried some more as she felt\nthe tip of the blade beginning to poke sharply into something up there in her\nwomb. But gathered herself, and forced herself to keep\nmoving downward.

\n\n

Samantha kissed her one final time once she'd finally\nlowered herself down to a level where their eyes could meet comfortably.\nSamantha dropped the knife and reached her bloody hand up to grasp Sungli's hair in passionate embrace, managing to soak the\ngirl's Slut Sash in the process, as the two girls fell down\ninto the tub together, one dying, one feeling unspeakably alive. Samantha\ncontinued kissing the poor girl long after she was gone.

\n\n

Barely able to walk due to the buzzing in her groin on\nreliving that night, Samantha walked off the bus and went to the principle's office as she'd been ordered to through the AOG\nthat morning. Something about some administrative business having to do with\nher position as class president.

\n\n

As she entered the principle's\noffice, he was finishing up fucking a student's\nass. That student happened to be the\nincoming head cheerleader for her class--and just happened to be Samantha's\nsister, Bridget. \"Ah, Samantha,\" he said, grunting his cum into the\nBridget's colon. \"Come in.\"

\n\n

Bridget pulled her skirt back on, and kind of smirked at\nSamantha.

\n\n

\"What's up?\" the older sister asked the principle.

\n\n

\"I wanted you to know, there's to be another expulsion\ntoday.\"

\n\n

Samantha felt an inner delight. She hadn't had a chance to\nexpel a girl since Victoria, and her dad, loaded as he was, was unwilling to\nblow money every night on a Girl Slut murder.

\n\n

\"Okay, is the student in my class? Will I be the expulsioner?\"

\n\n

\"The student is in your class. You will be\nparticipating. But you will not be the expulsioner.\"

\n\n

\"But I'm the class president, how... who...?\"

\n\n

She looked again over at Bridget, who'd just been servicing\nthe principle. Something clicked. \"Oh my God, Bridget, is it you who's\ngetting expelled? What the fuck did you do?\"

\n\n

Bridget simply smiled. \"Nope.\"

\n\n

\"Samantha,\" the principle now took a stern tone\nwith her. \"Do you really not see it already?\"

\n\n

\"See what?\" she asked innocently.

\n\n

\"It's you, you idiot bitch,\" said Bridget\ngleefully. \"You fucked up! You're getting\nexpelled! And I'm gonna help!\"

\n\n

***

\n\n

It wasn't easy but Bridget had made it. Tryouts for the\ncheerleading squad had begun just a few days after she'd resolved to join it.

\n\n

To tell how she did it, and to describe the whole tryout\nprocess, would more than double the size of this story. But in short, the way\nit went down was this.

\n\n

The whole thing took twelve days.

\n\n

On the first day she had to dance--both strip-tease style\nand cheerleader routine style--in front of an audience consisting of the\npresent cheerleaders, the football team, the two coaches, the principle and the student council (the head of which\nhappened to be her sister). She and about thirty other contestants went through\ntheir routines and were scored by acclaim through the AOGs. Twelve girls were\nselected as finalists. Those who didn't were stripped of all merit points, duly\nraped and sent back to class.

\n\n

Showing her actual cheerleading skills was the easy part.\nAfter that, she had to spend successive nights sexually servicing and debasing\nherself before individual members of that voting audience, by spending nights\nat each of their houses. Each contestant was on a rotation so that, by the end\nof it, each voter would have spent a night with each contestant.

\n\n

First she spent five nights on a\n\"date\" with each of five football players selected by their coach for\nthe privilege. Though they weren't allowed to hurt her, at this point, still\nthey could rape her all they wanted, and of course at the end of each date she\nwas to go home with them, where they and their families were free to make\nwhatever sexual usage they wished of her . She had to\nprove she could take it with a smile and show them a good time no matter how\nmuch they kept at it.

\n\n

Then, in turn, nights were spent at the homes of the\nfootball coach, the head cheerleader, the cheerleading coach, the principle,\nand the student body vice president and the student body president--her sister.\n

\n\n

Finally, on the big day, day twelve, all the contestants\nwere lined up in the gym. A pole was raised above the floor horizontally, a\nseries of leather straps attached to it. Each girl was tied at the neck to the\npole using these straps.

\n\n

The results were called out one by one. The head cheerleader\nwould stand behind a girl, and after a dramatic pause, would either call out\nthat she'd made it--whereupon the girl's collar was untied and the squad\nembraced her, cooperating to give her an orgasm--or else the head cheerleader\nwould call out that the girl didn't make it. In the latter case, after a brief\nmoan or protest or plea or shriek from the girl, the head cheerleader would\ntighten the collar around the girl's neck and refasten it in place, such that\nthe girl was now doomed to slowly choke to death.

\n\n

At the end it had been down to Bridget and one other girl.\nAs was customary, the last two were both the worst and best contestant. Whoever\nwon would be the new head cheerleader. Whoever lost would be tortured before\nstrangulation.

\n\n

They didn't make an announcement. They just began whipping\nthe other girl, and her screams were music to Bridget's ears. She stayed up on\nthe pole, the strap remaining wrapped around her neck while she watched\necstatically as the girl's skin was ruined with deep welts and the girl\ndesperately, clumsily tried to avoid the blows while restrained at the neck.\nFinally, the head cheerleader put the girl out of her misery, and Bridget was\nreleased. Bridget was going to inherit the mantle of head cheerleader! They\ntook over to the \"throne,\" which was just a chair. But the next order\nof business was that each of the other cheerleaders, both old and new, now had\nto kiss her pussy passionately, with tongue. And the old head cheerleader had\nto eat her out til she came.

\n\n

It was the best day of her life.

\n\n

And now here she was, gazing at her sister, the object of\nher utmost hatred and lust, secured to the wall in the front lobby of the\nschool.

\n\n

Samantha was stripped completely nude, and\nbolted to the brick wall by restraints around her shoulders, her wrists, her\nknees, her ankles, her pelvis, her neck and her forehead. She was about a foot\noff the ground, standing on a ledge protruding out of the wall. She'd also been\nstripped metaphorically, having lost all her merit points. Bridget could still\nsee the thousands of welts she'd received all over her body from the school's\nfaculty as they'd taken those points out on her--and she hoped Samantha could\nstill feel them, and would feel them til the end.

\n\n

As students walked by, they'd casually grab, tweak, punch,\nor slap Samantha in any way they saw fit. They were also sending the weeping\ngirl \"offers\" which she couldn't not refuse because she had zero\nmerits. People were spending everything they safely could for a round with her\nin the Rape Room in the hours before her expulsion.

\n\n

Bridget's own \"offer\" was the largest of all.

\n\n

Though it was probably going a little further than this\ndisplay was intended to allow, Bridget couldn't help herself. She knelt down in front of her sister, placed her teeth around\none of Samantha's big toes, and bit down as hard as she could. As Samantha\nshrieked in pain and passing students laughed, Bridget chewed and sliced, then\nmoved on to the other toes.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Samantha had completely fucked up.\nShe hadn't followed instructions. Victoria--the girl she'd expelled several\nweeks ago--was supposed to be dispatched according to an exact script. And that\nscript didn't include a gang-bang.

\n\n

Samantha had figured if she'd been caught\nshe'd be in trouble. But not like this.

\n\n

It turned out cameras were rolling long before she'd hit the\nswitch thinking she was turning on the video. That was a meta\naspect of the snuff film she was unwittingly making--the recording\nwasn't for the record, it was because Victoria's death had been specially\nordered, and ordered to occur in a precise way.

\n\n

There was a lot of money involved for the school. A lot. Far\nmore than Samantha could ever hope to be worth. And so\nthe principle had decided in a desperate effort to appease the donor that\nSamantha's life would be forfeit.

\n\n

At first he'd offered to have her\nkilled according to the script meant for Victoria, but it seemed the donor had\nvery specific desires for the things to happen specifically to Victoria. And\nhad quite adamantly intended for her to be a virgin until the end.

\n\n

It was this last detail that let Samantha know who the donor\nprobably was. Virginity was very much a family affair. Almost no girl strived\nfor it, and those who did, it was generally because their family belonged to an\nold religion that thought, for some reason, that girls should be virgins until\nmarriage. Only one person, really, could have had an interest in her being a\nvirgin.

\n\n

It was Victoria's father who had arranged for her murder and\nto have it recorded. And Samantha had screwed it up. And now here she was,\nbeing bought out piece by piece.

\n\n

And now here was Samantha, bound to a table in the Rape\nRoom, a girl who had almost never been placed in this room before, despite\neveryone at the school so eagerly wishing to be able to get her in there for a\nraping. After her years of success at staving off almost every offer sent her\nway, she now had an \"appointment\" with practically every student at\nthe school, each eager to take a turn at torturing her and forcing her to make\nthem cum.

\n\n

All of this to be followed by a brutal public expulsion--the\nend of her life.

\n\n

She had no self-control left. As the Rape Room attendant\npushed the button allowing for the first appointment to enter, Samantha simply\nwept openly and begged whoever her first rapist was to be, \"Nooooo pleeeeeease.\" But of course that just made Eric's dick harder.

\n\n

***

\n\n

In the Rape Room, students scheduled for a raping were\nrestrained to a framework secured to the floor in the center of the room. The\nframework consisted in two vertical metal poles joined together at the center\nby a crossbar. In the center of the crossbar was a section consisting of a wide\ncircular clamp, such that the victim's torso was secured inside the clamp, his\nor her ass and genital regions fully exposed below. Meanwhile the victims knees, ankles, elbows and wrists were tightly\nsecured to the vertical metal poles on either side, and another crossbar near\nthe top contained a similar clamp for the victim's forehead. Everything was\nadjustable to the victim's size. And the whole thing was able to rotate on the\naxis of the central crossbar.

\n\n

The effect of all this was that the victim was suspended in\nthe air, arms and legs spread open, the entire body available to any kind of fucking or beating anyone might care to subject them to, and\nthrough the rotation, the victim was able to be placed at any angle, for\nmaximizing the pain of the beatings and the rapist's pleasure in fucking the\nstudent being punished.

\n\n

Samantha spent eight hours on the framework that day. The\nlongest she'd ever been on it before was seven minutes.

\n\n

After eight unbearable hours, having fallen unconscious and\nbeen awakened multiple times by the attendant through the whippings and fuckings of every part of her body by practically every\nstudent at the school, Samantha knew it was time to go.

\n\n

But one last rapist entered the room. Samantha found energy\nto whimper as she looked up through cum-stung eyes to see her sister, in her\ncheerleading getup, smirking.

\n\n

Samantha said nothing as Bridget approached. When Bridget\nsoftly caressed Samantha's face and kissed some of the cum off\nof her breast and brought it up to her mouth, Samantha knew enough to\nrealize this was probably prelude to some horrific cruelty or other.

\n\n

Bridget asked quietly, sweetly, \"Did anybody take time\nto make you cum through all this?\"

\n\n

Samantha shook her head.

\n\n

\"Good,\" said Bridget. \"I wanted to be your\nfirst and last today.\" And with that, Bridget spun Samantha to an\nupside-down position and bent over to begin licking Samantha's pussy. And her asshole.

\n\n

Eight hours of unconscionable torture, an entire schoolday of being helplessly raped and beaten, and her\nsister expected her to be able to cum?

\n\n

Incredibly, Samantha began to feel the tingle. She moaned\ninvoluntarily, even now being aggravated at herself for giving her sister that\npower at a time like this. But finally, knowing she had less than an hour to\nenjoy life, she let herself go, and to the extent possible, began pumping her\npelvis back and forth in pleasure.

\n\n

Her sister expertly stimulated her in each sensitive\nregion--her tongue on Samantha's pussy and asshole,\nher fingers on Samantha's incredibly sore yet still receptive nipples.

\n\n

Samantha was so close to cumming\nnow. And Bridget stopped.

\n\n

Samantha moaned louder now than she had been while getting\neaten out. Bridget knelt down to Samantha's face and\nkissed her again, smiling sweetly at her--but not continuing to eat her pussy.

\n\n

Instead, Bridget reached for the shears.

\n\n

\"I got special permission,\" said Bridget.\n\"Because I'm your sister. You're special to me. There are things I've\nwanted to do to you for so long, and this is my last chance, so...\"

\n\n

That was when Samantha lost her clitoris.

\n\n

When she came too, Bridget was holding the attendant's pot\nof hot water--supposed to be for making coffee--right over Samantha's crotch.\nSamantha screamed in a panic as Bridget cried \"Let's cauterize the wound\nor something?\" and began pouring the boiling hot water over Samantha's\nvagina.

\n\n

Samantha finally fell unconscious once again, and deeply\nregretted waking up as the moment she opened her eyes she lost her nipples to\nthe shears.

\n\n

Bridget didn't even bother to rape Samantha. She'd gotten\nwhat she came for. She had a pep rally to go to--the pep rally at which her\nsister would be expelled.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Samantha spent most of the pep rally standing off to the\nside, on a stool, her hands tied behind her back, the noose around her neck,\nbleeding from the clit, nipples, and various welts on\nher body. She watched the rally and the audience in silence.

\n\n

Her dad was out there, videoing the proceedings. He was\nfocusing on Bridget's performance, of course, a proud father. Every now and\nthen he'd pan over to Samantha, and she could see him zooming in, scanning up\nand down, then wandering off back to the cheerleaders.

\n\n

Finally after much cheering and\nscreaming, the rally was nearing an end, and Samantha became the focus of\nevents. Her expulsion was going to be the sendoff for the team. It was a really important game. Samantha felt, amidst the despair\nand agony and shame, a kind of pride.

\n\n

As she was prepared for expulsion, she saw her dad whisper\nto the woman next to him. At hearing him, she gave him a friendly smile and\nnodded, then gestured to her daughter sitting on her other side. The daughter\nrolled her eyes, but put on a smile, lifted her shirt over her breasts, knelt\nin front of Samantha's dad and pulled his dick out of his pants. With one hand\nhe kept filming the rally, and with the other he alternated between tweaking\nthe girl's nipples and grasping her hair. Beside him, the girl's mother slipped\nher underwear off under her skirt and whispered in the girl's ear. Mom was\nnext.

\n\n

And the expulsion began. The football team and cheerleaders\npaired off, male and female, each pair in turn taking a position on either side\nof Samantha, each holding a whip. One would whip her backside, the other her\nfrontside. And through the beating, her role was simply to teeter and writhe in\npain, trying her best to keep her balance on the stool.

\n\n

She lasted through several screaming, begging, pleading\nrounds. But she couldn't last forever.

\n\n

When the head cheerleader--her sister--landed a blow with a\nknotted whip right between her legs, Samantha jumped a little, and slipped on\nblood or sweat on the stool, and that was it. She accidentally kicked it out\nfrom under herself, and the slow choke began.

\n\n

The team continued beating her as she gasped for breath, and\nagony, together with her father and sister's grins, was the last thing she\nwould ever know.

\n\n

***

\n\n

Just two weeks later or so, Bridget was cheering at a\nplayoff game when her team unexpectedly lost. This would not normally be a\nproblem for her. Sure, it was true that when a team lost a playoff game, it was\nthe general tradition for that team to send over a cheerleader to the other\nteam for their unlimited use. Of course, almost no cheerleader ever returned\nfrom this. But Bridget didn't need to be worried--she was the head cheerleader,\nthe newest cheerleader, and to the mind of many, the most attractive cheerleader.\nHer team would never agree to send her away.

\n\n

As the two teams were conferring--the other team deciding\ntogether how to rank how badly they wanted each cheerleader on her team, and\nher team deciding together how to rank how much they wanted to keep each\ncheerleader, Bridget saw something surprising. Lydia--the cop who Bridget had\nspent the night with a while ago--was walking down to her team's side from the\nstands! She approached Bridget's team, and started flirting with the boys\nthere.

\n\n

Had Lydia seen Bridget cheering? Was she here to invite\nBridget over for another agonizing night of sexual ecstacy?\n(Bridget would accept of course.) Was she talking to the boys to make sure they\ndidn't give Bridget away?

\n\n

Then on the other side, Bridget saw Shanice talking to the\nother team with a smile. And when the boys on the team seemed to make a decision, nodding their heads in unison, Shanice\ngrinned much wider, looked directly at Bridget, smiled and winked--then knelt\ndown to give one of the boys a blowjob.

\n\n

Turning back toward Lydia, Bridget saw that she, too, was\ngoing down on the boys from that team.

\n\n

And it was time to make the announcement. Both teams had\nranked every girl on the team. Each girl would be assigned a score. She started\nwith a number of points equal to her ranking as\nassigned by her own team--if they ranked her tenth most desirable out of ten,\nshe got ten points to start with. Ninth out of ten,\nshe got nine points to start with, and so on.

\n\n

Then from each girl's score was subtracted a number of points corresponding to the other team's\nranking. So whichever girl the other team saw as most desirable, that girl had\nten points subtracted from her score. Second most desirable had nine subtracted\nand so on.

\n\n

The girls who ended up with the lowest score was sacrificed\nto the other team.

\n\n

There were usually a few rounds of this as various girls\ntied, until finally in a round all the girls tied. In\nthat case one of the girls was randomly selected to be sacrificed. But as it\nturned out only one round was needed this time. Her team ranked a girl with a\none--with the lowest score possible, and it happened that the other team ranked\nthat same girl as a ten--the highest possible score from their point of view.\nSo that girl got a negative nine score, the lowest possible score and one it\nwas impossible for anyone else to tie.

\n\n

That girl, on seeing what had happened, completely lost her shit. She screamed in a completely undignified manner,\ncollapsed to the ground, and wept. She had to be dragged off by the other team,\ncompletely unable to assist in her own capture. They took her back to the\nlocker rooms--this was their stadium--and the girl saw Shanice nearby as she\nwas dragged past. Shanice, her mouth around another boy's dick, grinned at her.

\n\n

The girl was Bridget of course.

\n\n

As the boys dragged her into the locker room, she finally\nwas able to form coherent words. \"Didn't Shanice tell you not to pick\nme?\" she whimpered.

\n\n

\"Shanice? Oh you mean the\nprincipal? No, she told us to pick you. Not often you get a blowjob from the principal, and we probably would have\npicked you anyway!\"

\n\n

The boys high fived.

\n\n

Bridget looked around the room. Just a locker room, much\nlike the one she used as a cheerleader. But in the center of it was a metal post, and attached to the post by a chain around the neck\nwas a nude girl. The girl was incredibly skinny, and\nseemed too weak to move much. But upon seeing Bridget being pulled into the\nlocker room, the girl began sobbing uncontrollably.

\n\n

Two of the football players held Bridget on one side of the\nroom while a few of the others went over to the emaciated girl. Bridget heard\nthem chattering as they took her chain off the post. Jeffs uphe was the mvp this game. The boy who apparently was Jeff laughed and\nsaid Dont mind if I fucking do. The boys dragged\nthe emaciated girl over to one of the toilets on one side of the room. Jeff\nstripped down while the girl cried and weakly begged to no avail. The boys then\nplaced the girl on her knees facing the toilet, and Jeff stood behind her, crouching\nwith his dick at her ass.

\n\n

Then the boys, laughing nice knowing you Amber! pushed her\nhead down til it was underwater.

\n\n

The girl thrashed with greater might than Bridget would have\nthought possible given her weak movements just a moment prior, but her head was\nheld firm under the water as Jeff entered her asshole.\n

\n\n

His ecstatic grunts increased in volume as her thrashing\nturned to mere occasional spasms. After she was finally, permanently, stilled,\nhe moaned and thrust several times and finally came inside her bowels.

\n\n

He stayed inside her, panting, leaning with his weight on\nher while the boys continued holding her head underwater for a minute, making\nsure she was well and truly finished. Meanwhile, the two boys who had been\nholding Bridget in place moved her over to the post. The chain was removed from\nAmbers neck, and placed around Bridgets, and secured\nback to the post. Bridgets hands were cuffed behind her back, and she was\ntrapped. She knew what her fate would be the next time the team won a game.\nThinking about this was what kept her weeping as the boys now took turns raping\nher.

\n\n\n\n

Once they were done with her, they picked up Amber, and\ndragged her out of the room, saying something about leaving her for the\ncustodial staff, and Bridget was left to silently whimper and loudly scream, as\nthe mood struck her. After a while, though, the door creaked open again ad in\ncame two ladies--Lydia and Shanice. \"Hey Bridge,\"\nthey said together and laughed.

\n\n

She struggled and grunted, trying to beg them to free her.\n\"Let me go!\" she cried, but they just bent down and stroked her\ntear-stained cheeks, kissing her face.

\n\n

\"Oh you poor thing!\"\nLydia cooed as Shanice walked around behind to admire Bridget's exposed ass.\n\"You know this is it. You lost the game, and got\nsacrificed fair and square.\"

\n\n

\"You bribed them!\"

\n\n

\"Nothing against the rules in that,\" said Shanice\nfrom behind her, who then began rubbing Bridget's pussy.

\n\n

Lydia sat cross legged in front of Bridget, like a teacher\nwith her student. \"You'll get water, but they don't feed you guys down\nhere. I mean, you get cum to eat of course. A cup or two a day, I guess, which\nis not really enough to keep you alive but it keeps\nyou going for a while. And um, we dont win much to be honest. That last girl\nwas down here for a couple of months at least. No more walking for you. Just\ngetting your holes fucked til\nyou die.\"

\n\n

\"Why did you do this to meeeeee?\"\nBridget whined. \"I thought I was good!\"

\n\n

\"Oh you were wonderful,\"\nsaid Lydia. \"We loved to watch you in pain. That's why we'll be coming\ndown here every now and then. We couldn't just kidnap you, where would we keep\nyou? But this'll work. You thought you got some spankings at our house that\nday? You haven't felt anything yet. You know there's no rules in here,\nright?\"

\n\n

Shanice's bullwhip, which Bridget hadn't even known she had,\nripped into the skin of the back of Bridget's leg. She screamed uncontrollably.\n

\n\n

Shanice continued ripping Bridget's legs and ass to shreds\nwhile Lydia rubbed herself off. When she'd finally cum, Shanice stopped, and\nthe two ladies sat on either side of Bridget, stroking her as if to comfort\nher.

\n\n

\"There's that other thing were into as well,\"\nsaid Shanice. And she leaned in.

\n\n

Lydia leaned in as well. Their mouths were on Bridget's\nribcage, right where it gave way to her upper back. Lydia moaned through a\nsmile, \"We bite.\"

\n\n

And they bit. First her back. Then they pushed her onto her\nback and gnawed her breasts, each rubbing herself as she did so. They didn't\nstop chewing on her beautiful skin til they'd cum\nmultiple times each, laughing in between at her screams.

\n\n

Just as they were finishing up, the boys started to come\nback to the locker room now that the post game events\nwere over. \"Aw, Principal Simmons you got her all bloody!\"

\n\n

Bridget sniffled and whimpered.

\n\n

\"I also just gave each of you boys a blowjob,\nsomething that will probably never happen again, so be happy with what you've\ngot? Just fuck the girl and enjoy it!\"

\n\n

\"Yeah yeah,\" the boy\nreturned, sullenly putting his erect cock into the doomed girl's face. As the\nother boys took positions in line behind her, Shanice and Lydia took each\nother's hands and left, with a cheerful \"See you later Bridge!\"

\n\n

***

\n\n

Bridge and Samantha's dad sometimes wistfully missed fucking his daughters, but since their deaths (well, who\nknows what was really happening to Bridget in that team's locker room, but he\nassumed she was either dead or would be before he ever saw her again) he'd\nstarted a relationship with the lady who'd kindly allowed him the use of her\ndaughter at the pep rally. So he had that\nstep-daughter relationship going for him. That'd tide him over, at least, until\nhe could get another pair of daughters grown down at the gene lab. He could\nwait.

\n\n

The end.

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