“Look how hard her nipples are!” Ingrid pointed out. “And her pussy's soaked!”
They made me climb onto the roll-away bed, sideways across it on my hands and knees, so that my bare little ass was sticking up in the air, facing them. The mattress was so thin, I could feel the wire-springs beneath it giving with my weight, under my skinny knees. In fact, I had to grab onto the far edge of the mattress with both hands, holding on tight, to steady myself.
Which is when Carol and Ingrid took the opportunity to each slip a long silk scarf around my slim wrists and loop the other ends tightly under the edge of the mattress, tying those ends to the wire springs beneath. Tightly.
I pulled at them, experimentally, and found I couldn't move either hand.
“This is very weird,” was all I could think to say. “What if there's a fire?”
They all just laughed at that.
“You little slut,” Velda said, her own excitement evident by the hoarseness in her young voice. “Spread your legs wider.”
And as I did, Carol and Ingrid again took the opportunity to tie each of my slender ankles in a similar fashion, to the other edge of the bed, silk scarves holding me in place. It turned out I could move my bare ass up and down and forward and back slightly, but otherwise not get off the bed at all.
“Perfect,” Velda said with a little laugh.
She then moved up behind me and spread the bare cheeks of my rubbery-firm butt apart with her fingers so they could all get a better look. I could tell by their breathing, the sudden tightness of it, that they were all looking straight up my pink little-girl cunt and even at my sweet tiny asshole-like my pussy, it was also slick and throbbing with excitement at the indecent show I was being forced to give them.
Velda was the first to speak.
“You're so wet, it's obvious you got turned on licking their pussies,” she realized. “So we're going to do something completely different. Something you won't like. At least, at first.”
Whatever that was.
I'll admit, though, seeing Velda walking around in just her dark knee socks when she'd stripped had been a bigger thrill to me than I'd ever admit. Her flawless body was as solid as I'd imagined.
And I'd been right-Velda wasn't fat in the least, just… sturdy is the word. Her firm legs were smooth and shapely, her teenage bare ass solid and roundly firm. Her perfect breasts were big and heavy-looking, with extremely large pink nipples. And they swayed deliciously with every little move she made.
She was extremely grown-up for a mere 14-year-old.
But mainly, I'd found myself staring directly at her cunt, which she couldn't help but notice. She half-smiled for a scant moment, as if to herself, but then looked away from me with genuine annoyance.
The sensitive outer lips of her pussy gaped slightly open with the swollen thickness caused by her arousal, the juicy center of her deep slit so slickly wet with anticipation it was like an actual gash of dark pink between her legs. Her fine blonde pubic hair had been trimmed neatly and was already matted with her flowing wetness, even her firm bare inner thighs damp with it.
It was her clit, though, that had my full attention.
Velda's swollen clit easily protruded from under the fleshy little hood that normally protected it. It was easily twice as big as mine, which got me wondering if it might also be twice as sensitive.
Anyway, while I was kneeling there, imagining what it'd be like to suck on that girl's sweet clit, even as mean as she clearly was, a sudden stinging slap to my bare ass caused me to jerk with a sharp little yelp.
“Ow!” I said for the second time that evening. “Hey!”
And before I could continue to complain, or again cry out, Carol was tying several more longish silk scarves, twisted together as one, around my head, then using it as a gag in my mouth.
“We don't want you waking up the whole school,” little Ingrid informed me as the taller blonde tightened the gag. “This is, like, your initiation.”
And Velda stepped in front of me, showing me what was in her hand: a flat wooden paddle, long and thin and springy, with several holes drilled in to reduce air friction. She smacked it against her own outstretched hand, making me jump involuntarily.
“Don't tell anyone about this,” Velda warned me. “Or we'll stick your head in the toilet some night.”
I could only stare at the paddle, my attention riveted as my eyes began to tear up at the thought of what she was about to do to me. But then I realized there was something even weirder going on. Far weirder.
When Velda stepped back slightly, I saw she was wearing a black leather strap-on dildo, a device of chrome studs and belts around her firm bare hips. It was holding a pink-colored dildo snugly in place.
“Do you like my dick?” she smiled wickedly at me, giving it a squeeze as she did so. “I stole it out of my Aunt Christina's walk-in closet.”
I stared, mesmerized, at the dildo itself.
It was not huge, only about 5” long and not even as thick around as my own father's big cock. It was, I realized, the perfect size for use on a young girl, one who wasn't very experienced sexually. As if it'd been chosen at that smaller size to pleasure girls who might be students, say.
Huh.
But, small or not, it was bumpy all over with raised smooth studs and, more importantly, it wasn't just a rubber dildo at all, but rather a flesh-like vibrator, the round head of it already humming quietly.
“It's a vibrator!” little Ingrid announced, assuming I'd never seen one. “A really good one.”
I swallowed hard at the thought, shaking my head.
But then Velda moved around behind me and gave my bare ass a stinging smack with the paddle, causing me to suddenly jerk tight against my silken bonds with a muffled little scream.
I clearly wasn't here for my own pleasure.
CHAPTER 8
I strained against the silk scarves holding me in place with every stinging smack of the springy paddle, my bare little ass squirming around in a useless effort to avoid the blows. But my actions seemed only to tighten the silken bonds around my wrists and ankles.
“It hurts!” I kept crying out, but only into the improvised gag they'd fashioned. I knew no one outside the storeroom could hear a peep from me. “Oh, God, it stings so much! Damn all of you!”
They each took the paddle and spanked me with it, their blows of varying strength depending on whose turn it was.
With Ingrid, I could tell, she struck my bare ass just hard enough to sting, but not so hard that it particularly hurt. In fact, her lightweight blows, almost more playful than vicious, seemed to be exciting me to even greater heights of arousal, especially when, to my complete surprise, she reached between my legs and inserted two fingers into my cunt from behind. She pushed them all the way in, probing deeply.
“Ohhh!” I breathed at the sensation, pushing my bare ass back at her with the latitude of movement I had. “God, yes, fingerfuck me until I come!”
She then began paddling me with one hand while she fingered me with her other, soon having three of her small fingers deeply in my cunt. The ridge of her smooth knuckles pressed into my tight opening repeatedly until, expanding my slick hole gradually, she finally managed to insert all four fingers of her small hand.
“Oh, God!” I moaned shakily, when her knuckles slipped inside. “Keep doing that! Don't stop!”
I was so wet, Ingrid's four fingers and her knuckles in my pussy made a soft sucking sound with every in-and-out move she made. My God, she was fucking me with almost her whole hand.
“That feels so good,” I crooned, shuddering. “I'm loving it! Ohhh God! Keep doing that!”
But, with a little laugh, Ingrid suddenly was gone, replaced by Carol. The big blonde took the paddle from the little redheaded girl and began paddling me for real.