...AND IN THE END!

 

A STUDY IN LESBIAN DOMINATION AND REVENGE.

 

Emma and Jenna are in their Sixth Form College to do 'A' Levels and begin meeting all sorts of new friends.

Jenna gets hooked up with Hari and Jodi, two older girls students that were in the habit of seducing the under class and coaxing them into all sorts of lewd activities. Their favorite pass time is the use of a large rubber dildo, and a willing victims anal cavity.

Jenna is brutally used by the two older girls and Emma vows to get revenge for her friend. Both Jenna and Emma have no idea the shame a degradation they must endure to exact their vengeance.

 

SAMPLE FROM CHAPTER ONE:

 

Doing 'A' Levels

Jenna Oswald was the apple of every parent's eye. Her father was the local vicar, mom worked in the charity shop and Jenna herself was a bright, hardworking schoolgirl having passed nine GCSE's with top marks just that summer. Jenna seemed to be the perfect daughter, hardworking, trustworthy and very pretty to boot with her long, blonde, curly hair and cute little button nose. She certainly could easily pass for being younger than her eighteen years. As her best friend however I know about the dark side of her. Being a weak person I've been slowly drawn into her shadowy world experiencing everything with her.. I just had to tell someone about it so here goes..

I'm Emma, Jenna's close friend, I say close... we now couldn't be any closer. They are NOT our real names but they'll do for the purpose of telling the tale. After our GCSE's we went to Sixth Form College to do 'A' Levels, and that is where our story starts in our second year there. We had met all manner of new people at college, it was SO different from school. Now that   We suddenly had our freedom. Now that we were over eighteen, we could choose what we wore, ate, did and prophetically WHO we could meet, and generally be treated more like an adult.

I made lots of new friends, and as Jenna was doing a different course, so did she. I teamed up with the sorts of people that I'd always hung around with. Jenna wasn't used to hanging out with anyone, but new friends, seemed keen to cozy up to her. Two stunningly attractive girls in their final 'Art and Design ' term seemed to be permanently at Jenna's side. At first I was pleased that my shy friend had found new companions. I didn't want her feel I was trying to' muscle' in so at first, I kept my distance. We were still friends and traveled to college together each day, but as the weeks went by Jenna seemed to have very little conversation in her on our journeys after a month or so I noticed various strange things starting to happen.

I'd travel on the bus with the quiet, demurely attired vicar's daughter, but by morning break the vicar's daughter was no longer there. Bodily Jenna was in the common room, but now dressed in a short denim skirt (no tights!) and a cheesecloth shirt. The shirt had the top four or so buttons undone, showing her very alluring cleavage. I'm sure she was bra-less as well. Jenna was not on the art and design course but she was dressed in their 'uniform.'

Only when talking to my friends did any misgivings start to surface? Harriet and Jodi were her new friends, and they were the college's leading lights in the gay community, notorious, according to girls 'in the know' for disappearing off into the 'ladies' to 'fuck' each other. They both were stunningly attractive, had rich parents, shared a very nice flat nearby as well as owning a nearly new Beamer. They were often seen hand in hand openly parading round the campus.. Unlike us, Hari and Jodi seemed to have no fear of failure...Mummy and Daddy would sort things out for them....I worried about Jenna's attachment to them.

One Friday afternoon the nature of the attachment became blatantly clear. Friday lunchtimes usually left the college deserted as the students went out to lunch. The nearby cafe, wine bar and pub were full of our students. On this particular Friday I left the wine bar early to get first use of the photo copier for my dissertation. I set the machine going, but two pints of lager drove me hastily to the toilet. As usual the entrance door to the toilet was wedged open...lucky for me...I was bursting! I rushed into the cubicle, unzipped my jeans, whipped down my panties and..aahhhhh...It was like a tap being turned on, I was just in time.. As the sound of running water faded I was sure I could hear muffled voices. Nearby! After a minute I heard those whispering voices again. Someone was in here! I wondered who it could be...I had to find out....

I stood, hauled my panties and jeans up, banged my cubicle door shut and made some padding away noises with my feet. I never left the cubicle, but I hoped I'd persuaded the mystery occupants that I'd gone. Sure enough a couple of minutes later the voices rose to a more normal volume.

'Thank fuck for that!'hissed one irate voice..'Right Jenna, where were we?' growled a different voice.

Jenna was there... and two others. They were next door but one to me. I ducked down and peered under the cubicle divider. Sure enough three sets of feet were in that little space. One set of legs, wearing little white socks seemed to be sat on the toilet. Two other two sets of legs seemed to be facing the ' sitter.' Small garments littered the floor along with a large flesh colored object.

I thought I recognized Jenna's little denim skirt laying on the toilet floor, but I definitely recognized Jenna's little cheesecloth shirt as it fluttered on top of the skirt.

'Bit small....but they'll do. I'll make do with Tiny Tits!' Came the disparaging remark from inside the cubicle.

Two other pairs of panties fluttered to the floor, one pair drifted under the divider quite close to me.....within reach if I stretched. I reached under and picked them up. They were a little soiled, unhygienic and damp...Unaccountably I put them to my nose.....and drank in that unmistakable female aroma...To my acute embarrassment I felt a certain tingling, down south.

Rustling and muted gasps had me peeping under the divider again though it was two stalls over. It looked like Jenna's watch on the wrist I could see...and the little silver bracelet on her other wrist confirmed her identity. What in God's name was she doing....? Surely. Surely not demure little Jenna?? She had both hands flat on the cubicle floor and must have had her pretty ass high in the air. The slurping, lapping and strained gasps told me clearly that Jenna was getting her asshole done. Her little squeals did not seem to be of displeasure, quite the opposite in fact...she seemed to be enjoying it as I saw her pretty little face contort....with pleasure.

The tingling in my loins turned into a rush and I came in a flood, soaking my panties and jeans in a torrent of intimate juice and pee residue. I heard myself gasping but the other two girls were too busy swapping over their position, savoring Jenna's pert little ass to notice my gentle gasps.

'Spread your cheeks honey bunch...Let me get my tongue right in there... .' came the muffled instruction.

I could see Jenna dutifully gasping as she forced her bottom wider for the girls. The sucking, lapping and slurping sounds were very loud, but the three of them plowed on regardless.

'Must have been one fine ass' was my explanation?

'Wider girl WIDER....FIRST time up here is going to hurt otherwise!' Growled one of the butt licker's.

I ducked down again to see the flesh colored object being lifted from the floor, its thin straps tapping gently on the divider. I could various rustling noises and what sounded like a belt being buckled. I now know that something was being ' strapped on' but at the time I didn't.

'Prepare yourself for Heaven - honey bunch - Here it comes!' Was the gruff command from the cubicle.

The two feet behind Jenna shuffled in closer... Jenna's face was now crushed right to the floor, contorted this time....with pain......Our eyes met..... I won't easily forget the fear and the pain in those eyes....'

'I can't get it any wider!' She painfully gasped...searching my face desperately for help. ..'

'OH YES YOU CAN HONEY PIE - This'll sort it for you!! 'Grunted a ' threatening ' voice... Straining, groaning, gasping, guttural noises rang from that cubicle before a gasp announced- ' I'm IN, mmmmmmmmm.'

'......Owww! You're HURTING ME!!!'....was Jenna's pained, gasped cry, but a small manicured hand swiftly covered her mouth, silencing her protests.

Another hand snatched one of the sets of pants from the floor, screwed up them up and forced them into Jenna's trembling mouth. She was now totally helpless. What could I do??? Then an idea flashed into my head. Carefully I opened my cubicle door, trying to be as quick as I could, and tiptoed into the corridor outside. I could clearly hear the rhythmic 'pounding' and pained yelps coming from inside the toilet - I had to act quickly..

I quickly did my noisy footstep trick again...this time getting nearer. I called out to some imaginary colleague that 'Jenna's in the toilets...come down and we'll! Ask her...Jenna! WHERE ARE YOU, Jenna?'

I did my very best to sound like a whole bunch of people. The trick worked. As our Harriet and Jodi scuttled, red face, past me into the corridor, fleshy object in hand, abandoning Jenna in the cubicle. I rushed in, opened the rickety door to find Jenna sobbing, and sitting astride the toilet. She was dabbing her red eyes with the panties that had been so recently gagging her. The look of relief on her face was reward enough, but her sobbed 'Thanks Emma!' was truly heart felt. As Jenna stood the damage to her bottom became apparent. Her pretty little delicate ass was a bloodied mess. The cleft of her neat little rear was colored deep blood red with the seepage from her torn rosebud. She'd been viciously ass fucked by the two pretty design students.

I wanted to report the whole affair to the college authorities, but then Jenna confessed with acute embarrassment, how deeply she'd got involved with Hari and Jodi. Jenna had been flattered by the attention she received from the Gruesome Twosome and had easily been drawn into their web. She went to various quiet corners of the campus with them so they could 'Get to know each other better.' At first it was friendly chats...later a bit of racy banter...but at the end of the first month they were kissing.

I knew Jenna quite well, she wasn't like this. Normally. She explained how to her shame she'd gone along with it all having received a veiled threat about Daddy Finding Out about her exploits. It had reached the stage where she'd started to obediently do their bidding. With a good deal of coaxing I discovered that she'd been regularly to their flat where they'd taken it in turns to Do her She'd been lapped and sucked twice a week for nearly a whole term. She was sure that today's experience was the first time her 'friends' had interfered with her bottom....

It struck me as a bit strange that she didn't know whether they'd done her bottom before, but as she related the whole story to me I began to understand the reason for the apparent 'gaps' in Jenna's memory. Jenna mentioned being given a special drink...and not remembering much afterward. Then she sobbingly told me about the photos. While Jenna was out of it with her special drink she'd been photographed in a variety of lewd poses.