5 and 2

The die came up on five. The hot pepper. This was the one that Amy had feared the most. Bianca clapped and laughed when she saw Amy's face.

"Ooh, another good one! This is even better than making you go to class naked. Now drop the towel."

Amy did as she was told, her hands shaking in fear.

"Here you go," Bianca held up a smallish red pepper, and with a dramatic flourish, broke it in half. "It would hardly be a challenge if you only had to contend with the outside of the pepper after all."

Amy took the pepper from her, speechless with fear.

"Lie down on the bed, with your legs up and your knees apart, I want to see you do it, to make sure you do it right. No, wider apart. Bring your knees closer to your chest, I can't see your asshole at all like this. Now remember, pussy and asshole and rub until I tell you to stop."

Amy froze, obscenely displayed in front of Bianca, one hand holding the pepper hovering over her crotch. She was overcome with fear, she didn't know how this would feel, didn't know if she could handle it.

Bianca read her like a book, "if you're too afraid, no problem. You can just go to class bottomless."

Amy simply couldn't imagine that. It was true that the teacher had seen everything last night, had fucked her pussy and ass and had cum on her face, but to the rest of her class, the rest of the school, this would be her first impression. She wanted to be taken seriously as a student here, or at least to blend in a little. She couldn't show the whole school her naked pussy on the first day!

"I'll do it," she said. And she did, rubbing the broken chili pepper up and down her slit, even rubbing a little on her clit (at Bianca's instruction). She felt nothing at first, just the cool wetness of the pepper which gradually began to grow warm, then hot. But when she got to her asshole, sore and raw from being fucked by two well-endowed men the night before, the pain was immediate. She wanted desperately to stop, but instead she just wimpered and teared up as she rubbed the hot pepper over her puckered anus until Bianca told her she could stop.

Meanwhile the pain in her pussy had grown to an unbearable burning, like someone was pouring a constant stream of boiling water on her crotch.

"Ow, ow, ow, that burns so bad!"

"Really?" Bianca said, curiously. "I knew it would hurt, but I didn't know how much. Is it worse than the pussy slap I gave you last night?" Amy nodded her head vigorously. "Is it worse than that titty twister I gave you in our junior year where I made you sing the school fight song before I'd stop?" Again Amy nodded vigorously.

"Can...can I go wash it off? Pleasepleasepleaseplease?"

"I'm not a monster, of course you can."

Amy hoped to her feet, grabbed clumsily at the towel and ran for the door clutching the towel to her crotch.

"But not until after we're done with our game, of course."

"But!!!!"

"No buts," Bianca said, "I'm recording our dice game on my video cam, and it would completely ruin continuity if I let you run off and clean yourself now! You have to roll for your bottoms first, then do any other forfeits and re-rolls you want to do."

In her mind, Amy was screaming in pain and frustration and lashing out at Bianca with her fists. But all that squeaked out into the real world was a whimpering squeak. She grabbed at the dice as quickly as she could and rolled a 2. The micro-mini skirt.

"Oh, good, that will go wonderfully with your fishnet top. Do you want to do any more forfeits for rerolls, or are you happy as you are?"