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As soon as you walk into the locker room, somebody jumps you from behind and one of your arms is twisted behind your back. You're pushed forward into the crowd of stripping girls and bent over the changing bench in front of the lockers so that your face is pressed into the bench with your ass up in the air.

You twist to try to look behind you and are hardly surprised to see that it's Rachel who's manhandling you. She holds you in place easily with one hand and flips up your skirt with the other.

"Okay, slut," Rachel says. "It's time we taught you how we do things in Rosestead. Julia, Ella, hold the slut down for me."

Julia and Ella take hold of your arms and hold you to the bench. Rachel pulls your panties down your legs and lifts your feet one by one to pull them off of you. She then takes a hold of the butt plug and pulls it slowly out of your ass, making you groan.

Rachel says, "All right, Julia, get me my strap-on. You did get it back from Mrs. Powers, right?"

"Yes, Miss Rachel," Julia says, almost ritualistically. She walks out of sight to Rachel's locker and brings out a harness. "Which dildo do you want, Miss Rachel?"

"The second biggest, I think. Might as well show her what she's in for right away," Rachel responds while stepping nimbly out of her panties and skirt. She takes the leather harness from Julia and dons it with practiced efficiency. Then she accepts a fearsome looking dildo which Julia has retrieved and snaps it into place. You shudder to think what the biggest one looks like as the one she's got looks like it might split you in half. You stay bent over with just Ella holding you down and glance back fearfully at the imperious looking girl behind you and the large weapon jutting out of her crotch.

Rachel takes a tube of lubricant from her locker and squirts some onto her hand. "Julia, is the slut wet?" Rachel asks as she sensuously strokes the dildo with her lubricated hand.

Julia reaches underneath you and fondles your wet pussy. "Yes, Miss Rachel," she says.

"God, what a slut!" Rachel scoffs. "Ella, if you want to teach the slut about pussy eating while I pound her, be my guest."

Ella's face lights up. "My pleasure," she responds, hurriedly stripping off her panties. She straddles the bench in front of you, pushing her pussy with its tiny thatch of neatly trimmed ginger hair on top into your face. "You heard her. Lick it," Ella commands.