The following story is FICTION and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a story of two high school girls who become sexual rivals for the same guy. I highly recommend reading parts 1, 2, and 3 before reading this chapter (don't worry, they're really hot too).
The series deals with several concepts that some people may find uncomfortable such as: forced pleasure, control over another person, sexual power play, and public embarrassment. There is no physical abuse or violence involved but if you are uncomfortable with the premise of sexual torture in a fantasy then please consider reading another series instead of this one. Also remember that in real life, non-consensual sexual torture is wrong. This story is FICTION and does not condone the actions of the characters in real life situations. Again, this is a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
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"You have got to be kidding me..." Wendi said over the phone as she held up the little dress that Chasidy had selected for her.
"Nope," Chasidy replied, "that's the one you're wearing to school today."
"It's nowhere near my size! I've never even worn it before!" Wendi sat down on her bed as she tried to protest, "it's just been hanging in my closet for years because I never returned it! It's going to be so tiny on me!"
"That's the point, blondie," Chasidy said laying back on the sofa at her house, "now quit stalling and get dressed."
Wendi knew better than to disobey her rival. A week ago, Chasidy had seduced and fucked Wendi's boyfriend, Roger, in the back seat of her car. The following day, Chasidy filmed Wendi losing her virginity to her math teacher and had promised to put the video online if Wendi didn't do exactly as she said.
Only a few days ago, Chasidy had sexually tortured Wendi for hours, strapping her to a Sybian with vibrating dildos shoved deep in her pussy and up her ass. The pleasure machine raped Wendi over and over, pulling orgasm after gushing orgasm out of her while she screamed the walls down. She had never come so much in her life.
Wendi had begged Chasidy to stop, pleading for an end to the forced pleasure that had become torture. Chasidy agreed, but only after she made Wendi give her permission to fuck her boyfriend, Roger, whenever she wanted, and to agree to do anything Chasidy told her to do.
As if that wasn't enough humiliation, Chasidy then fucked her rival with a strap on cock just to prove how much of a slut Wendi actually was under her honor student facade. Wendi tried to fight it, but when the girl who had fucked her boyfriend, filmed her losing her virginity, and tortured her on the Sybian, made her come...willingly, the honor student realized that she could be just as much of a horny slut as Chasidy.
Now, Chasidy was going to turn Wendi into the biggest slut Sunny Park High School had ever seen...
...and that started today...with this dress.
Wendi looked at herself in the mirror wearing the tiny dress meant for someone a lot smaller and shorter. It was a black sleeveless little cotton number with a floral print of roses. The dress didn't have buttons or a zipper, it was the type of single piece outfit that you put on (or took off) by pulling it over your head. The dress was meant for someone with regular sized breasts. Instead, Wendi's massive double-D milk jugs strained against the top to a degree that she half-expected the fabric to rip at any moment. Without a bra, Wendi's nipples were perfectly outlined through the material, and the tightness of the dress lifted her massive melons up as if they were two torpedoes ready to fire.
Then there was the skirt.
If Wendi had been shorter, the hem of the dress would have come down to her knees and would look really cute on her. Wendi's legs were long enough though, that the skirt didn't even come to mid-thigh. Worse, Wendi noticed that when she sat down, the skirt rode up to the point that it barely covered her pussy, and she could feel her panty-clad ass sitting on the chair. There was just no way to tug the skirt down without tearing the fabric.
Wendi looked herself over in the mirror time and again, trying to convince herself that she didn't look like a complete slut. There was no getting around it though. Her outfit was practically screaming "fuck me now".
"Let's see it, girl," Chasidy's voice said over the phone.
Moistening her lips nervously, Wendi turned her phone camera on, panning up and down her figure to give Chasidy a chance to look her over.
In addition to the dress, Wendi had added a little black choker around her neck and a cute pair of black suede dress sandals with a slingback strap and two-inch heel.
"Mmmm girl..." Chasidy said approvingly, "you are the most adorable little slut I've ever seen."
Wendi rolled her eyes.
"Thanks," she said with obvious sarcasm.
"Let's see the panties," Chasidy added.
Wendi moistened her lips nervously.
"I...didn't..." she hesitated.
"Show me, bitch," Chasidy said firmly.
Reluctantly, Wendi hiked up her skirt and held the phone so Chasidy could see the very 'safe' white satin briefs she had put on under the dress.
"What the fuck, blondie," Chasidy called Wendi out, "those aren't the panties I gave you to wear."
"Chasidy!" Wendi protested, "I can't wear those! This skirt barely covers my pussy!"
"Shut up and switch the panties."
"But, when I sit down, my bare ass is on the seat!" Wendi almost sounded like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Quit whining and get to it, slut," Chasidy's tone made it clear that she was done hearing excuses.
Wendi's eyes began to water, nervously moistening her lips again as Chasidy stared at her intently over the video call.
Sighing in protest, Wendi reached under her skirt with both hands and slid her panties down her gorgeous legs, wiggling her hips from side to side and stepping out of them with her heeled dress sandals.
Tossing her underwear onto the bed, Wendi opened the top drawer of her dresser and took out the extremely tiny black lace thong Chasidy had given her.
"I can't believe you're making me do this," Wendi commented, lifting her legs one at a time and stepping into the panties.
Pulling the thong up to her waist, Wendi wiggled her hips again, adjusting the material as she tried to find a way to feel comfortable wearing them...
...she couldn't.
Not only was the material that covered her pussy just a little triangle of fabric, it was practically see-through, meaning that anyone who got a glimpse up her skirt would be able to clearly see her pussy lips.
Even worse, Chasidy had purposely purchased panties that were one size smaller than what Wendi was used to wearing. The result was that the fabric gripped her pussy lips tightly and the thong went farther up her ass than usual.
Wendi smoothed down the tiny skirt with her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. The blonde honor student turned from side to side, checking to see just how exposed she was.
The skirt was barely an inch below her 18-year young pussy. Wendi worriedly sat down in a chair to see what it would be like sitting in class.
"OH!" Wendi yelped as her skirt rode up over the curves of her rear and her bare ass cheeks made contact with the chair fabric.
Wendi tried to tug the back of the skirt under her naked rear only to have the front of the skirt ride up enough to display her see-through panties.
"Fuck!" Wendi said to herself as she squirmed in frustration trying to find some way to sit without exposing her pussy.
After some very skillful maneuvering, Wendi was able to get at least the top half of her ass covered and then cross her shapely legs so that her pussy was hidden. The honor student realized that she would have to sit like that in every class, and that there could be absolutely no room for error.
Wendi angrily picked up her phone and glared at Chasidy.
"Are you happy now, bitch?"
Chasidy ignored the question, instead giving a slight smile to her rival.
"You had better get going," the devious blonde ordered, "we've got a busy day ahead."
"Fuck you," Wendi shot back.
Chasidy tilted her head to one side and smiled.
"We've done that already."
Wendi rolled her eyes.
"Keep your phone handy, princess," Chasidy instructed, "I'll see you at school."
Wendi humphed and ended the call.
"What a fucking bitch," Wendi said to herself, standing up and grabbing her books.
Partially in her haste to get to school on time, and partially because she was angry with Chasidy for doing this to her, the blonde honor student and former virgin failed to notice just how wet her pussy was getting as she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.
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As Wendi set her books down in the car and hopped in the driver's seat, she couldn't help but be apprehensive about what going to happen to her at school when she got there.
"What is that manipulative bitch going to make me do today?" Wendi thought to herself, trying to adjust in her seat as the tiny dress rode up over her curves, her bare ass sitting on the fabric of the driver's seat.
Getting to school wasn't easy. With Wendi's tiny thong panties firmly gripping her pussy, and the steady humming vibrations of her car stimulating her clit, the former virgin couldn't resist pleasuring herself during the drive. Keeping her left hand on the steering wheel, Wendi moved her right hand between her legs, slowly stroking her pussy through her panties in small steady circles.
"Ohgod, I'm so fucking horny..." Wendi said to herself as she tried to focus on the road while also attempting to make herself come. "These panties are driving me insane!"
Whenever Wendi got to a traffic signal, her fingers would go into overdrive, blurring over her pussy as she tried desperately to orgasm before the light changed again. It seemed, though, that every time she was about to climax, the light turned green and the horny blonde had to go back to her regular strokes, leaving the teen unbelievably turned on, but unfulfilled.
Frustrated at the constant edging, Wendi had worked herself into an absolute frenzy by the time she arrived at the high school.
Desperate for release, Wendi hurriedly parked in her usual space, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then leaned back in her seat. Spreading her legs wide and placing her heels on the dashboard, Wendi closed her eyes, slipped her hand inside her tiny panties, and masturbated as if her life depended on it.
