The next step on Justin's path toward submission. As with all of my stories, all the characters in the story are fictitious and represent adults over the age of eighteen.
CHAPTER TWO
Body and Soul
I lay in my bed trying to come to terms with all that happen. There was a very slight relief that I wasn't going to be reported, but that was far outweighed by the humiliation that I had been subjected to. Were girls really like that? Did they take delight in torture and humiliation? Apparently these two did. I had never been so debased. I thought about leaving school. How could I ever face them again after what they had done to me. But leaving school was not an option, the problem would obviously follow me.
While my moral side struggled with the humiliation, my dark side was whispering to me. You saw Kristen play with herself, right in front of you! You enjoyed cumming for them, didn't you? I tried to say no, but there was a sliver of truth to it. Never in my life had I felt such intense feelings, a mixture of adrenaline and lust. Yes, if I was truthful with myself there had been lust. What happened was so intimate and personal. I had done all of that with two of the most beautiful creatures in the world.
My mind kept seeing the details over and over again. With all that had happened, one moment seemed to take center stage. When my tongue caressed Rachel's skin. There was something strange about that, something almost magical. Did she feel it too? What was that expression on her face when I looked up at her? It had only been there for a second, but during that moment I felt a bond of some kind. All the rest of what happened seemed to disappear during that brief pause.
I was so confused. Somewhere deep inside a part of me was intoxicated with what had happened. I didn't want to accept this, didn't want to think that somehow, I had enjoyed the humiliation and pain, but it was there whispering gently to me, and I was suddenly aware that I was hard again. I got out of bed and went over to the laundry bag that I had thrown in the corner. I looked inside and what I hoped I'd find was right there on top. I took Rachel's underwear out and got back in bed.
This was another step down that dark path. I lay there in the darkness and brought her panties up to my face. Her scent was there. A scent I had never known. Suddenly everything that happened was gone. There was only me and her sent, filling me with a euphoric comfort. I fell asleep with my face resting on them.
The next day was Friday and I didn't have classes. I woke up with just as much confusion as I felt last night. I decided to face what was my fate and try to get through this until the girls tired of their games. I braced myself for what was to come and decided to deal with it. The dark side of me laughed.
I washed Rachel's clothes and folded them neatly in the bag. I thought about keeping a pair of her underwear, I wanted to, but I knew she'd know, and I'd be in more trouble. I left the bag at their door, knocked and quickly ran back to my room. I looked out a little later and the bag was gone.
I waited all day for the next humiliation, but nothing happened. By the time evening came and I hadn't heard from them I began thinking that perhaps they had their fun and were done with me. Around eight o'clock I heard their door close and laughing in the hallway. I braced myself but the laughter faded and when I looked out the window, I saw the two of them walking away.
Later that night I slipped into bed and tried to sleep. I eventually dozed off. Sometime later I was awakened by a loud knock. I dragged myself to the door in my boxer shorts, half asleep. When I opened it, Kristen was standing there in her usual tee shirt outfit.
"Hello little perve, time to put you to use."
She pushed into the room, and I closed the door, suddenly wide awake with my heart pounding in my chest.
"I just couldn't sleep," she said, "so I thought I'd come over and get a little relief."
I just stood there not knowing what was about to happen.
"Lay down on the bed, head on the pillow. That's a good boy."
As I watched Kristen reached up under her tee shirt and slid off her panties. Then to my complete shock she climbed up on the bed and straddled my face. I was suddenly looking right at her vagina, not more than a few inched from my face.
"Lick me little perve."
I couldn't move. I had never seen a woman's intimate parts before and now hers were right there in front of me and she was telling me to lick her.
"Come on sweetie," she cooed as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face up into her, "lick it, put your tongue in me."
I reached out the tip of my tongue and gently touched her. She was so soft and warm, no... hot. I licked her gently again.
"Oh my God little perve, don't you even know how to eat pussy! Stick your tongue in there and slurp."
Still in complete shock at what was happening, I tried to do what I was told.
"That's better, big slow licks from bottom to top. Good boy. Yes, right there, keep licking right there."
She was grinding her pelvis on my face, I thought she might smother me. I fought to breathe and still comply with her demands. She pushed down on me harder and now had both hands in my hair pulling me up into her.
"That's it. Don't stop. Faster."
She suddenly arched her back and stiffened. She let out a moan and crushed my face into her. I thought I was going to pass out from lack of air, when she twitched a few times and then released my head. I fell back and tried to catch my breath.
"Well, that was better than my vibrator," she said as she got off the bed, "but you've got a lot to learn. I think you're trainable though, we'll see. Nighty night."
With that she was out the door.
I lay there breathing hard, my face soaked in Kristen's juices. It had all happened so fast. Just a few minutes ago I had never seen that part of a woman and now I had performed oral sex. My mind tried to catch up to what my body had experienced. I sat up and closed my eyes. The feel of her and the taste of her were on my tongue. Her scent was different than Rachel's, equally alluring, but different.
There was humiliation in what just happened, I was used like a whore. I was a replacement for Kristen's vibrator, but I had sex with an amazing, beautiful woman. Granted I didn't really have sex, she got her rocks off on my face, but it was something I had only dreamed about. I sat there in a daze, tingling from the experience.
As much as my lust for Kristen was inflamed by this experience, my thoughts still drifted back to Rachel. As I lay in bed with Kristen's taste in my mouth, I thought about Rachel and what it would be like to do that to her. I wanted her to take me like that, to use me sexually. I was beginning to be swept down this dark path with no way to stop my progress.
The next day I woke up and showered. When I got back in my room I was cleaning up when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there was a girl standing there who I had never seen before.
"Hieee!"
Her elongated hi was accompanied by her hand held up, fingers spread, and waved back and forth. Her face had a huge smile on it. She looked somehow strange, not in any way bad, but her strikingly red hair was sticking out on each side of her head in pigtail braids and her face was covered with freckles that spilled across her nose and onto her cheeks. All in all, she looked just like the Wendy's logo.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Oh...yes! Kristen sent me over. She said I could play with you!" and she giggled. With that she pushed into the room.
She was about my height and was wearing baggy sweat pants and an oversize floppy sweat shirt.
"Wow, it's so nice to meet you! By the way, Kristen told me all the rules."
With this she got a puzzled look on her face, tilted her head upward as if she were trying to recall something, then smiled widely again and looked at me.
"I remember! You are not allowed to speak! You can only answer my questions! You must address me as ma'am, and you have to do what you are told."
She said this with such satisfaction, as if she just gotten the correct answer to the most difficult question in class. Her animated behavior was quite disconcerting. She seemed to talk in a running commentary that bubbled out of her.
"Okay, so this is so cool, I can't believe that you do everything that Kristen and Rachel tell you. That so neat. Did I tell you I'm on the field hockey team with Rachel? It's so cool and we have the best time. She's so pretty, but I guess you know that, of course. I'm a sophomore by the way. I guess you're a freshman, but that's okay."
My head was spinning just listening to her, but since she knew the rules, I didn't dare speak out of turn, I was sure she had been told to report back to Kristen about any transgressions on my part.
"So, isn't college fun? I just love it here."
She suddenly stopped and got that questioning look on her face again.
"Oh... Yeah, I guess you should take off your clothes."
With that she jumped on to the bed and sat on the edge where she bounced up and down like a kid waiting for an ice cream.
