'Sisterly' struggles

Vyki manages to get the shuffling girl back through the front room as her giggling starts as her mind makes it out of nearly catatonic state as her body floods more endorphins through her flush flesh. If someone didn’t know what the girl with the cuffs and chains had been doing, they would have assumed the inane giggling and need to lean on her companion where do to alcoholic inebriation. However, every subbie there recognized the effects of the natural **** running through her system and envied her.

Holding the door open while supporting Jasmine’s dead weight proved challenging for Vyki but she managed to drag her in. Once in, she saw several bags under a coat rack along with a few hanging bags. She figured one must hold Jasmine’s clothes, so she worked with the fading girl to identify the right one. Propping the girl against the wall temporarily, Vyki dug through the bag and found the requisite blanket and towel.

Vyki recalled an argument between Paul and Bill about the proper storage for these. It seemed like an almost inane debate at the time, but in the cold, isolated room they’re in, Vyki finds Paul’s standard to keep cool down equipment in the play bag even more meaningful. Bill’s need to keep ‘his tools’ separate for space seems even more selfish now.

Regardless, Vyki could see the girl slipping and moved quickly to support her before she ended up on the floor. Guiding the slightly more conscious girl over to one of the dressing chairs, Vyki laid out the thick towel over the seat before guiding the girl’s sweaty body into the seat. The girl yelped slightly as her ass hit the chair before she giggled again. Vyki then tucked the blanket over her seeing her body already shivering as the heart rate began to drop. “That outta keep you cozy for a bit,” Vyki announced, “Sir Bill said you were going to need to get dressed. Do you know where your clothes are?”

Jasmine rolled her head along her collar and glared at the girl harshing her buzz and trying to make her think.

Vyki was not interested in playing hand maiden and had no patience for her inaction. Vyki repeated as if speaking to a child “your clothes; which bag?” she asked frustrated gesturing at the pile just ready to finally get out of here and be home.

“The garment bag with the ‘B’on it,” Jasmine snapped at the annoying bitch before closing her eyes and throwing her head back to try to retain some more of her floating space trying to recall the power Sir pushed through her.

Vyki found the hanging bag with Bills company logo on it with the big B in the middle. Opening it up, he finds a soft yellow jumper and takes it out. However, Vyki’s world came to a screeching halt as her brain registered what was hanging behind it.

There, peeking out from the dark bag, is a soft purple shoulder strap. Slowly, Vyki’s hand pulled back the side panel of the bag and a small, PVC dress revealed itself. Looking at it closer, the low-cut neck, straps crossing in back, and absurdly short hemline making it seem like a long halter top, but Vyki knew in an instant it was the sluttily dress she had picked out on assignment for Sir Bill during her training. It was just supposed to be an exercise in finding examples, yet here she was staring at it in real life. Even though it was ridiculously high for a hemline, she was sure the width of it was made for her body to squeeze into it. Sir Bill had actually bought it for her. It was supposed to be the epitome of sluttiness in her designated signature lavender. She thought it would be absurd to even consider wearing something like that in real life at the time. Yet, her she was face to face with the sluttiest dress wearing something even sluttier. Reaching out with her hand, she used her manicured finger to gently stroke across the smooth, shiny plastic of the chest piece. She wondered if she could swap out dresses while she was in here for a bit more modesty and began running her fingers up the strap towards the hanger when her world shifted again.

Vyki’s world had abruptly spun around as she only registered the firm grip on her shoulder after her hair finally fell out of her face as she found herself staring at an enraged Jasmine. “Don’t you fucking touch that you bitch!” Vyki only had a brief moment to register what she said before she felt a sharp sting on the side of her cheek as her vision shifted again from a hard slap on the side of her face.

After a few other harsh movements, Vyki found herself on her hands and knees with only the thickness of the fluffy carpet shielding herself from the cold floor. Vyki was again shocked as she felt the nude on her back only to feel Jasmine’s arm wrap around her neck and pull her in tight. Vyki could feel the venom in Jasmine’s voice as she maniacally whispered in Vyki's ear, “you don’t think I know what you’re trying to do cunt? You’re trying to weasel your way into Sir Bill’s good graces in the hope that maybe you can become one of his special girls too?”

Vyki was having a hard time breathing and slapping at Jasmine’s arm trying to get loose and maybe explain to her what was going on. However, it quickly became a fight just to stay awake.

“Oh, no honey, you are NOT going to take up any more of Sir’s precious time! He already has some mare stashed away somewhere he’s taken on as some sort of sympathy project and put me in this position as it is.” Jasmine wrenched her back harder on the taller girl’s neck. “No, I’ve learned my lesson about bugging Sir for more time, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let some suburban MILF try to sneak in and grab anymore time from him. And I am NOT about let some wannabe touch my new sister’s gift!”

Vyki desperately tried to eke out an “it’s me”, but the wind could not pass her treated vocal cords with the pressure Jasmine was extruding on her.

“As it is, I could tell you were just acting on that kiss to me. I could see the way you were staring at Sir. I know he’s an adonis well out of your trashy league, but you weren’t fooling me that you were into girls. Hell, did you try to tell him you were bi or bullshit?? You and I both know that’s just an act. You either like pussy or crave dick; you may put up with one to get the other, but you can’t have it both ways.” Jasmine rattled off her myopic views. “You were just trying to play slutty to get Sir into you I bet?”

Vyki was frantically trying to shake her head in a futile attempt to get the wild woman off of her barely holding on to her conscious thought with oxygen depleting rapidly.

“What you trying to tell me you really are bi?” Jasmine queried and Vyki just tried to nod her head thinking it was a way out of her current situation, not even fully comprehending what it was she was actually admitting to. “Fuck! Now I know you’re lying!!” Jasmine pulled even tighter and Vyki tried to frantically grip Jasmine’s arm with her fading strength only to feel her arm release and push her down into the ground.

The pressure released from her throat, Vyki immediately blew out her lungs full of tainted air only to desperately gasp in as much fresh air as she could. But that was anything but relief as she felt Jasmine grasp a fist full of her hair and practically fling Vyki’s body by her head over to Jasmine’s legs as Jasmine fell back on her ass.

In Vyki’s weakened state still recovering from oxygen deprivation she could only scurry her body along the ground to try to relieve the pressure of the hair pulling her scalp as she continued to pant trying to catch her breath. Only when she felt her head collide with Jasmine’s matted crotch did she finally feel relief from her temporary wig’s adhesive pull.

“If you really think you’re so bi, show me how you really are into girls too,” Jasmine said as she lifted Vyki’s head by her hair leaving her face inches from Jasmine’s frothing, curly hair.

As Jasmine rocked her hips forward, Vyki couldn’t help but gasp and inhaled a rather noxious odor. Vyki wasn’t sure what the acrid catch of day mixed with an overly muskish rank she could only assume smelled like **** bear in heat around a drying up lakebed, but she had to hold back a gag reflex to keep from retching.

Jasmine laughed at Vyki’s reaction, “what’s the matter whore? Got an issue with a little stanky cootch?” Jasmine could see her trying to scoot back and reach over her back landing a firm swat on her ass pulling her dress hem up a bit. Jasmine then proceeded to wrap her ankles around Vyki’s knees pulling her in and trapping her in Jasmine’s groin.

Watching Vyki try to wriggle her way out still searching for fresh air to replenish her oxygen deprived brain more, Jasmine cackled as she used her advantageous position to restrain the girl. Jasmine continued taunt the wench beneath her, “don’t you just love my natural scent??” Jasmine wiggled her crotch at Vyki. “You see, Sir took up a new girl and I was fed up with not getting my time and foolishly demanded more. Sir reminded me of my misstep by driving new workout routines for me at the gym hard 4 times a day.” Jasmine took a few more swats at the girl as she continued tormenting her with her recitation, “meanwhile teasing me relentlessly with the damn toy keeping me on edge day and night without a bit of relief.” Jasmine hit the girls butt a few more times, her transparent dress now riding up over her hips fully exposing her bare ass and shiny thong. “Sir also said because I’ve had such a nasty habit I could just stew in my filth and wouldn’t let me bathe or shower.” Jasmine gave her more swats. Vyki could barely breathe with the smell and pressure around her.

With a final bit of anger, Jasmine continued, “Sir did that for the last 4 <<smack>> fucking <<smack>> days <<smack>> straight <<smack>>”. Vyki was whimpering through pursed lips trying desperately not to breathe in her dank aura.

Jasmine then lifting the girls head up a bit and look down at her, “hell, after the second night Sir kicked me out of our bedroom, I stank so bad.” Shoving the girl’s face back into her swampish forest, “so prove to me you’re really a bi bitch and eat my nasty cunt. Or admit you’re really just trying to get closer to Sir to suck his cock.”

Vyki shook her head trying to define the evil little bitch before her, but Jasmine wouldn’t reliant and kept pounding on her and even lightly grazing her tender ass with her fingers, “say it!!! Admit it!!!”

Vyki’s willpower was waning quickly with her need to breath and the pain building in her ass. Even though Jasmine was hardly getting much **** from this angle, the stings were definitely enhanced by Vyki’s inability to get oxygen. Finally risking a breath, Vyki blurted out “fine!” and regretted the lingering taste in her mouth just from the air.

Jasmine paused her **** upon hearing the girl knowing she was breaking, “what was that?” Jasmine said pressing her onward. When the bitch refused to answer she raised her hand up up for another onslaught.

Seeing her hand raise quickly, Vyki knew she had to stop this lunacy and just giving this girl what she wanted would end it faster and get her out of here. She’d deal with Sir Bill about it on their ride home if need be. Blurting out quickly she said, “fine! Fine! I said. I don’t want your nasty pussy.”

That wasn’t good enough for Jasmine and she slammed down on hard on her ass, “admit you just wanted Sir Bill’s cock!”

Vyki squirmed under her ****, but it was worth any humiliating words at this point as she mumbled “I just wanted Sir Bill’s cock.”

Jasmine wanted to relish this and demanded a further step, “say it all together.”

Resigned Vyki replied, “I don’t want your nasty cunt; I just wanted Sir Bill’s cock.”

“Louder,” Jasmine demanded.

Slightly louder, Vyki repeated “I don’t want your nasty cunt, I just wanted Sir Bill’s cock.”

“LOUDER!” Jasmine screamed maniacally as she raised her hand in rage.

Staring up at the deranged lady in utter fear, Vyki quickly replied as loud as she could to stop the girl, “I DON’T WANT NASTY PUSSY! I JUST WANNA SUCK Sir Bill’s COCK!!!”

Jasmine triumphantly pulled the bitches hair and tossing her head away from her and giggled as she watched her bare ass while she panted on the floor. Laughing at the absurd sparkling thong fit for a stripper half her age that was exposed by her ridiculous dress that had ridden up past her waist. However, as she glanced at the corset, she noticed it wasn’t exactly a cheap knock off and that soft purple hue was hidden by the yellow-green of the dress. She thought it was just grey or light pink before, but that tone seemed oddly familiar.

Jasmine’s laughing stopped abruptly and remained silent long enough for the room to become sufficiently still to hear Vyki’s whimpering gasps in the corner. The door to the ladies’ room burst open and the color drained from Jasmine’s face.

Author's Note: Thank you all again for continued following and patience! I'm still working on accelerating back to my faster pace, but I'm trying to at least get a chapter out a week at this point. I'm hoping for more, but that will be my bare minimum for the moment. As always, I hope you all enjoy these and feel free to provide in feedback here, directly to me, or in the forums! Thank you all!!!