Shauna curled up tight in a fetal position on the bathroom floor, pain flooding through every part of her body. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass...Melissa had violated them all to the point of near exhaustion. The small plug was still tight inside her. Melissa had refused to let her remove it. How long it had been there, Shauna could not say. Time had lost most of its meaning. Only the dim sunlight let her know that morning had come.
Her rump had been spanked...God knows how hard or how long, but it hurt to make contact anywhere her tormentor had struck her. At least lying on the ground on her side provided some relief. She had not been able to hold back the tears of pain and anguish as Melissa found new ways to inflict untold tortures on her body, and she was sure her face looked somewhat like a bizarre clown, mascara and makeup streaked and messed up across her face. She was thankful she was on the floor, unable to look in a mirror to confirm this.
And yet through it all, she had nothing but love for Melissa.
She shivered and shook convulsively as Melissa walked in and strode past her. She was fully dressed and smiled down on her new toy crumpled at her feet. "I guess you'll be staying home from school today," she mocked. "Probably not a bad idea...I really put you through Hell last night."
She folded her arms expectantly. "The words you're looking for are -- "
"Th-thank you," Shauna stammered. She didn't even look up at her. Every muscle in her body ached. She wasn't even sure if they'd actually done anything in the bathroom, though it seemed like Melissa had her way with her in every other room of the house. A horrendously lovely night of pain and pleasure. Sex and agony. But there was a price to be paid...and Shauna was paying it right now.
"After I'm gone, you can take that thing out of your ass and take a long, hot bath," Melissa suggested as she checked her purse for something. "Heal yourself up for Saturday. You're going to need it."
"Oh, and break up with Heather today, or she'll be joining you," she added matter-of-factly. "I won't let Daddy touch her, but she's always going to be on the table if you don't obey me. Clear?"
Shauna nodded weakly, letting Melissa know she understood. "Wh-what are you going to d-do to me...on Saturday?" she whispered, part out of curiosity, and part out of fear. Melissa simply laughed in response. The sound chilled Shauna to the bone.
"Seriously?" she said. "You really want to know? I'll tell you if you really want to know."
Shauna thought it over, then closed her eyes. "N-no," she mumbled. Knowing what was to come would only fill her with more dread. She'd live in fear of it, and she still had three more days before whatever was going to happen...was going to happen.
God, had she done the right thing? Melissa was...nothing short of a nightmare last night. She knew the blonde minx was capable of so much worse. And now it would all be inflicted on her. She had to endure it...for Heather's sake.
"I'm going to class," Melissa stepped over her body again, then knelt to whisper in her ear. "I'm so glad you and I are a couple now. If you'd only agreed to be mine a few years back, you probably wouldn't be where you are right now, don't you think?" She sealed the thought with a quick kiss on her cheek before rising and leaving the room, calling out a -- to Shauna's ears -- insincere 'I love you' on the way.
Shauna's mouth betrayed her, whispering "I... love... you... too... " before the door slammed shut and she cried out in pain and frustration.
Her hands immediately went to her ass. Slowly, painfully, she pulled the plug out, teeth clenching at the torment. Whatever lube had been used had been rendered more than ineffective by this point and the relief at finally getting it out melded with heaving gasps for air and no small amount of tears. She remained on the floor for a good while longer, unsure what to do or if she had the physical ability to do it without screaming. It took a while before she brought herself to a seated position. School was definitely out of the question today. She felt sick, both in body and in mind...to say nothing of the dread at what she was going to have to do.
"Later," she said aloud to the empty room as she crawled over to the bathtub and turned on the water. She used the toilet for support to raise herself up, and winced with every step to find the bath salts she knew would at least soothe the ache for a short time. She'd spend an hour, maybe longer, not caring how wrinkled her skin would get. She felt...beyond unclean...and knew a mere bath wouldn't wash all that away.
But it would be a start...
* * *
Shauna wasn't here. She hadn't even called to let her know she couldn't pick her up. She wasn't responding to her texts or calls. Heather's brow furrowed. Something was clearly wrong. Something she couldn't leave alone but would have to until classes ended.
At least it kept her mind off her own trauma. She'd expected everyone in school to look at her as if they knew what had gone down on Sunday, and her mind had been playing tricks on her that they did from the moment she stepped onto campus. Looks of pity, or contempt, muffled giggles or ogling stares...as if Melissa had told them all. That her father had raped her, and she'd enjoyed it.
Only time revealed Melissa hadn't breathed a word...that nobody knew or much less cared. The beauty queen was still the beauty queen...even if she'd been dating Shauna Stevenson for the past few weeks. She wasn't so naïve to think Melissa had enough heart not to share such a horrible piece of gossip -- particularly about her -- so it had to mean she was holding the card close to her chest. An A-Cup chest, Heather chuckled to herself. Goddess, she couldn't wait to get back at her.
More to the point, she couldn't wait for Shauna and her to get their revenge.
"Hey," a voice called from behind her, and she whirled. Perhaps a bit too quickly, as Chris jumped backward a bit. Heather blushed slightly. In spite of who he was, Chris hadn't laid a finger on her, and if Shauna was right, he was on their side. He could be trusted.
"Sorry," she said, running a hand through her hair to push it back. "I'm...I'm all nerves right now."
"I can imagine," Chris said. "I'm...God, I don't know how to say this..." His face was beet red as he struggled to find a good way to apologize for what his fath...no, Heather reminded herself, his stepfather...had done to her. According to Shauna there was no love lost between them, and that alone put him squarely in Heather's mind as someone on her side.
"It's okay," Heather said. "I mean...it's not okay, but I know you had nothing to do with it. Shauna let me know."
"He's a monster," Chris said. "I can't imagine I hate him as much as you do right now, but...well..." He looked around as students filed past them. "Can we...I don't know...talk somewhere a bit more privately?"
Heather shrugged. On campus? That wouldn't be easy. Unless they planned to ditch or skip a class and evade the security officers. "I...if you know a place..." she offered. Shauna had said he was going to try to get the powder away from his stepsister, but it had barely been two days. Had he managed to pull it off?
Chris leaned in, conspiratorially. "We really need to talk," he whispered. "It's done."
He held open his backpack for Heather to look inside. A simple clear plastic bag, sealed, contained white powder, and she knew exactly what it was. Her eyes widened. "Come on," she whispered back. "We're skipping class today."
* * *
"You're sure about this?" Chris asked as he held the tiny pinch of powder in his hand.
Heather swallowed as she looked around nervously. The library was private enough for them to talk without attracting too much attention, and Heather knew the student faculty so no questions were asked. They didn't even bother asking for passes. "No," she whispered back. "I'm not...but I trust you being in control of me a hell of a lot more than I do your stepsister."
Chris relayed how it had played out. It was simpler than either Shauna or Heather would have guessed. Melissa had to take a shower at some time, and she couldn't take her purse with her. Chris had simply gone in, found the bag, and swapped it out. Heather laughed when he said his stepsister was currently walking around with a nice-looking drawstring bag full of cornstarch.
"Whether this works or not," Heather said, putting his free hand in hers, "thank you." Chris blushed a bit. "Do it," Heather said finally. "The sooner I'm free..."
They both looked around one last time before Chris leaned forward and blew the powder into Heather's face. She inhaled sharply, making sure to take it all in. Immediately her hands went to her temples and her brow furrowed as if in sudden pain. Of course it would be a shock to her system, she reasoned through the jolts of brief aching in her mind. Still, it hurt significantly more than when Melissa had turned the tables on Shauna's scheme.
"Are...are you okay?" Chris asked. Heather didn't respond immediately but soon grunted out a sort of noise that let him know she was -- if not okay -- at least all right. Her mind was being re-written. Overwritten. She had to have known it wouldn't come easily. Several minutes passed before she let out a deep breath and stared at Chris. Her eyes were blank and expressionless. In the same trance Melissa could trigger in her with two simple words.
"Heather?" Chris said as he waved his hand in front of her.
"Yes, Chris," she said without emotion.
"Do you still feel compelled to obey my stepsister? Melissa?" he whispered to try not to attract any more attention than possible.
"No, Chris," Heather said. "I must obey you."
A million thoughts flew through Chris' mind in a second. Not all of them pure. He could do anything to one of the prettiest and most desirable women in school right now. She could not resist him. He felt his cock grow hard at the very notion of it. Any other guy would probably have jumped at the opportunity. He could only hope Heather could forgive his weakness. She was...so beautiful...and in this moment so vulnerable.
But he was not his stepfather. And as quickly as the thoughts entered his mind, he brushed them aside. He grabbed a second pinch of the powder. "I'm going to do what I just did to you again. I want you to breathe in deeply a second time, do you understand?"
"Yes, Chris," Heather said, taking a deep breath as he blew a second dose into her nostrils. He'd done his research. The first blow had a time limit. So did the second. As he produced a third and final pinch of powder, he hoped Shauna's belief -- that it would completely erase Melissa's hold on Heather -- would be true. Only with that out of the way could they move on to the second part of her theory.
