Breaking down

You want to tell her. Looking up into her beautiful face, overwhelmed by the pleasure being given to you by her friends, you want to tell her everything. The very idea of giving in, of betraying your oldest friend, of offering up everything you have to this girl you despise, causes a sickening thrill to shoot through you. Why not tell her? Emily was the one to leave you hanging, and these girls are promising to finish what she started. You desperately want that orgasm. Sucking in a ragged breath, you realize the orgasm isn't the only thing you want.

You want that sickening thrill. You want to let go, stop fighting, let this mean girl win. Wouldn't that be so much easier? You imagine telling Jessica what she wants, even more than she's asking for. You imagine her letting you orgasm, how good it would feel to let your lust control you. Let her control you. What else would she demand of you? What else would she make you do? What other depraved pleasures await if you let her win?

A voice deep inside whispers to you. Not your voice; your voice is pleading for that orgasm. Someone else's. Someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Emily's voice. Is it really worth it, Charlie?

Pulling in a deep, shuddering breath, you open your mouth to speak, and you see Jessica's smile grow in anticipation of her victory. "I already... MNH!... I already t-told you. I got n-nothing more to say."

Jessica's smile twists into a grimace. "Alright girls, hands off the dyke." Her friends obey, leaving you trembling as Jessica's face shifts yet again, this time into something cold, calculating... hungry. "I can see we're going to need something a bit more, hmm..." her smile is back now. "Persuasive. Strip her."

Your eyes go wide as the cheerleaders go from teasing your body to grabbing at your top. Three pairs of hands pull and tug at your sweatshirt and t-shirt, shifting you back and forth as they forcefully remove your clothes. A flash of unwelcome memory preys on your overwhelmed mind. You hear Tony's mocking laughter, hear him tease you for being too slow to strip. Feel him pull your clothes off you. He always made you feel like you weren't good enough for him to fuck you. But you always wanted it.

Just like you want this.

As your shirts are finally pulled free, you sit there, panting, unable to move. Your mind can barely process what's happening to you, let alone try to respond to it. Anna's eager hands grab at your bra strap, and you pull in a sharp gasp, anticipating being completely nude in front of these girls.

"Wait!" Lu's voice stops Anna just before she can undo your clasp. "I wanna try something." She snaps her fingers a couple times right in front of your face. "Look at me, bitch. C'mon, lemme see those pretty eyes." You obey, looking up at her, trying to control your breathing. "Take it off."

It's such a simple command, but it hits you like a blow. Your arms move on their own, reaching behind you to undo the clasp. Wait, why? Why am I...? As you pull your bra off, revealing your stiff nipples to Jessica and her friends, a shiver runs through your body. They... they were gonna take it off anyway. It's not like it matters that I did it myself.

"I knew it!" Lu's voice goes uncharacteristically high as she pumps her fist. "Jess, we can do whatever we want to this bitch. She's a sub."

A what?

"Wait, what?" Stacey sounds confused. "How can you tell?"

Lu chuckles. "Experience, baby. Breaking in baby subs is a, uh, hobby of mine." She licks her lips. "I can see it in this bitch's eyes. She wants us to have our way with her."

"Well then what are we waiting for, girls?" Jessica's sharp voice refocuses everyone's attention on her. "Lay her back on the bench, and let's give this dyke what she wants."

Wait, no, I'm not a... a sub? What does that even mean? Your confused thoughts are interrupted as soft, small hands grab at your body, pulling you down so you're laying along the bench, arms and legs hanging off either side. Despite everything, your pussy tingles in anticipation. Are they really gonna... have their way with me?

Your unspoken question is answered as Stacey and Anna kneel down on either side of you, each taking an aching nipple in their mouths. You suck in a breath as Stacey slowly runs her tongue over and around your left nipple, and let it out as a squeal as Anna bites down on your right. They continue like that: Stacey sensuously sucking and licking – almost too gently – while Anna bites and nibbles at your sensitive bud, using the tip of her tongue like a lash.

Looking down, past the girls teasing and tormenting your breasts, you see Lu straddling the bench between her juicy thighs. She gives you a lopsided grin and a wink before leaning forward until all you can see is her short honey-brown hair peeking out above your mound. You feel her warm breath on your pussy, and part of you urges her on, begging her to finish what Emily started. Every muscle in your body tenses as she places a firm wet kiss on your clit. Please give me more please please please make me come. A sharp gasp escapes you as Lu's tongue pushes out from her lips, pressing against you, spreading your labia, tasting you, moving slowly – oh so slowly – up and down and over your entrance. This couldn't feel more different from the way Emily's tongue made love to you. It's like Lu is using her mouth to control, dominate, own your pussy.

Please never stop.

You didn't even realize your eyes had been screwed shut in pleasure until a slap from Jessica forces you to open them. Looking up, you release a long, plaintive moan as you see the curvy brunette towering above you. She has one leg on either side of the bench, giving you a perfect view of her lacy white panties. She's leaning forward a little, causing her magnificent breasts to hang from her chest, but they can't distract you from the malicious smile on her face. That smile promises more pleasures and torments than you can imagine. You want all of it. "Like what you see, dyke?"

"Y-yeah... AAaannh... I... I like it..." You've never heard yourself sound so meek. What are these girls doing to you?

"Well then, I should give you a better view." With that, she squats down, pressing her crotch against your face. You moan into the damp lace, your voice rising in pitch as she starts to slowly grind against you. "Mmmm yeah, you like that, don't you dyke?"

You do like it. You love it. The smell of her pussy, sharp and sweet, is making you swoon. The things Stacey and Anna are doing to your breasts drive you wild, even as your entire body vibrates with the pleasure Lu is forcing you to endure with her tongue. You've never even imagined being being eaten out could feel like this. She plays your pussy like an instrument, using her tongue and lips and teeth – ah FUCK her teeth! – to push you farther and farther but never quite over the edge.

Jessica gives a low, musical laugh. "I see you're enjoying our dear Lu's skills. She's quite the rug-munching expert. She can keep you going forever without ever letting you come, if she wants. You do want to come, right?"

You wanna come, right? Tony's voice rises again from the depths of your memory. Ain't that always what you want? You really think you deserve to come right now, you pathetic little nympho? Even with the pleasure coursing through your body, your stomach tightens into a painful knot at the echo of your ex's words. You'd always been very sexual – much more so than your peers, as you eventually discovered – but Tony was the first person to use that against you. He would deny you sex as a punishment when he didn't get his way. When he did let you fuck him, he loved to edge you, well past the point of it being fun, forcing you to admit how dependent you were on him. Get you to tell him embarrassing things.

Make you give up your secrets.

**** to escape the ghost of your worst relationship, you focus on the present. On the delirious pleasure. The smell of Jessica's sex. The feeling of being held down, bossed around, stripped naked in front of these girls. It's so good. All of it. Thoughts of Tony fade away as you start to realize how much you want this. Not just the orgasm: the control. You want these sexy cheerleaders to control you, have their way with you, make you do whatever they want.

Of course, you also want that orgasm.

"Come on dyke, I asked you a question." Jessica rises a bit, pulling her crotch away from your face. "Do you want to come or not?"

You look up at her, panting and moaning. "Please. P-please let me come."

God her smile makes you want to give her everything. "What about this, dyke? You want to taste this?" She pulls her panties to the side, exposing her pretty pink pussy to you.

"Y-yes. Please..." You've never wanted to taste anything so bad in your life.

"Then tell me, dyke. What. The fuck. Are you doing here?"

You almost tell her. The pressure of the denied orgasm, the understanding that giving in to her is something you truly, deeply want to do, almost push the truth past your lips. But a flash of light in your mind stops you, an image of Emily's smiling, freckled face. Her green eyes filled with years of love and warmth and intimacy and unbreakable trust. You can't do that to her. Not for these girls. Not ever.

But you have to say something. It's too late to turn back. "T-tony..." You can't tell them the truth, but you can tell them something close. "Tony... ah! He told me to meet him."

"Tony your ex-boyfriend Tony?" Something flashes across Jessica's face, something you can't quite decipher before her smile is back. "He told you to meet him here? Interesting..." She digs her fingers into your short hair. "Well I like this attitude a lot better, dyke. Let her come, Lu."

With that, Jessica presses her wet pussy against your face, just as Lu's tongue starts doing something extraordinary. Undulating up and down, from your entrance to your clit and back, each time creating a wave of sensation that pushes you toward that delayed orgasm. You squeal into Jessica's crotch, your hands coming up to grab onto something, anything. Without breaking away from your breasts, Stacey and Anna grab your flailing arms, holding you down, and that feeling of being restrained is the final thing pushing you over the edge. Your body arches on the bench, your muffled yells of release filling the locker room as your climax pushes all thoughts out of your confused mind.

When you finally come down, you realize your tongue is moving against Jessica's pussy, servicing this girl who nearly made you betray your oldest friend. She's smiling down at you, her hands still twisted in your hair, and an odd feeling of peace fills you. It's almost like you belong here, under her, between her silky-smooth thighs. What happened to me?

Lu pulls away from you and gives a little cough. "Damn, Jess, this bitch is juicy. I've never had a girl come all over my face like that."

Anna releases your nipple from between her teeth. "Oh, I wanna taste!"

Jessica's smile widens. "I think there's time for all of us to get a taste. Lu was right, this dyke is gonna let us do whatever we want to her. Isn't that right?"

You shudder, even as your tongue continues to work. Is... is this really what I am?