Her gym teacher and assistant volleyball coach

The flash of lightning revealed Stacie's gym teacher, Miss Monica Pratt, in a liplock with Janine Daniels, her assistant volleyball coach. She felt a little embarassed at interrupting the pair. She hesitated briefly before a loud thunderclap urged her to overcome her embarassment. She tapped on the window to get their attention, and the two startled women stopped what they were doing. They both looked up to see Stacie standing outside the car, her eyes pleading for help.

Monica rolled down the window. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked. She brushed her thick, dark red hair out of her eyes

Stacie didn't know what to say at first. "Don't worry. It's none of my business what you two do. Please, can I at least get in the car with you?" she begged. Another clap of thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.

Monica unlocked the car doors. There was no way she could leave Stacie standing out there in a downpour, even if Stacie turned them in for what she might have seen. "Get in" she said. "No sense in our star player and captain getting sick before the championships."

Stacie opened the back door of the black VW Jetta, and climbed in the back seat. "Thank you so much!" she said. "I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't let me in. My mom didn't show up. I guess she's working late. The school's locked for the night, and it's a long walk home. Plus I'm not exactly dressed for a hike home, thanks to my sister. She got our clothes mixed up, and hers don't exactly fit me, as you can see."

Monica and Janine looked back at the young volleyball captain. Then they looked at each other. They each knew in an instant what the other was thinking. Stacie looked so sweet and sexy in those ill fitting clothes, and they started wondering if they might not be able to turn her to the other team. "It's like this, Stacie" Monica began. "We have to know for sure we can trust you. The only way we'll know for sure is if you join us."

"Join you for what?" Stacie asked.

"It's like this: We're heading back to my place. We want you to come with us" said Monica.

"Uhhh... Hmmm..." Stacie was caught off guard by Monica's directness. "I... Really..."

"Really what?" said Janine. She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. "Have to get home and rat us out for being lezzies?"

"No! Not at all!" Stacie exclaimed. "I'd never rat you out. I don't care if you're both lezzies! It's none of my business."

"But you're our business since you're the one who caught us" retorted Monica. She locked the doors so Stacie couldn't get out. Stacie tried the doors, but Monica had the child proof locks on.

"What are you going to do to me?" Stacie's voice trembled as she asked.

"Nothing you won't learn to enjoy" said Monica. "Now just relax. We'll be at my place in a few minutes." She looked over at Janine. "Why don't you go back there and get our little fuck angel warmed up, Mistress?"

Janine crawled over the center console to the back seat. "I'm gonna warm you up real good, my little fuck angel!" she said. Her hands shot up under Stacie's ill fitting shirt, finding her large aureoles and big thick nipples. Stacie gasped in surprise as Janine rolled then between her fingers. Then she leaned in and kissed Stacie on the lips.

Stacie tried to fight her off. "No! Please! No!" she said as her hands flailed against Janine's body. The kiss became deeper, and her body started to respond to Janine's soft caresses. She could feel her own vaginal secretions, and she knew her body would soon betray her. But Stacie still had a lot of fight left in her. And fight back she did in any way she could.

Monica backed the car up and pulled out of the parking lot. She glanced into the rear view mirror and smiled. Janine was all over Stacie now. She almost had her hand down Stacie's shorts now. She was sure it would be a long night.

While Monica drove to her house on the other side of town, Janine was very busy. She had her hands full of whatever part of Stacie she could grab, fondle, and caress. She was kissing her, forcing her tongue into her mouth while trying to **** one hand down the girl's shorts.

"Please don't!" Stacie cried. Her lips quivered and tears fell down her cheeks. She managed to keep Janine's probing hand from entering her shorts, mostly because her sister's shorts were so tight on her. She tried to turn her head away from Janine's kisses, but Janine wasn't taking no for an answer.

Finally in a fit of frustration with the girl, Janine slapped her across the face. "Now listen to me, you little uppity bitch. You're going to let me kiss you and touch you wherever I damn well please. Otherwise it won't go well for you. I'll **** your ass if it comes to it!" She straddled Stacie and held her face in both hands. She kissed her again and again, and **** her tongue down her throat. She then took hold of Stacie's tee shirt at the collar and ripped it open, exposing her braless breasts. "Look at those titties!" She licked her lips. "I'm going to enjoy sucking on them! I think I'll even bite them!" Janine sucked on one nipple, taking Stacie's whole aureola into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she stretched Stacie's nipple to the max. Then, true to her word, she bit it. Stacie screamed in pain as Janine's teeth left definite marks, and drew a little blood. She sucked on it more, drawing Stacie's blood into her mouth. Then she did the other nipple and bit down harder on it.

Stacie screamed again in agony. "Please! No more!" she cried. "I won't fight you any more. Please don't bite me any more."

"Ohhh! But biting is only half the fun, my little fuck angel!" Janine's lusty voice answered. "You'll get used to it. But I'll stop biting you for right now." She finished ripping open Stacie's tee shirt, then turned her attention to Stacie's shorts. "It's time for them to come off" she said, reaching for the top button. "I wanna see that sweet little pussy of yours. I can feel my fingers inside you now. Maybe I'll put my whole fist inside you!" The button came undone, and she ripped the shorts open, breaking the zipper. "Ooooo! Look at those sexy panties!" she commented upon seeing them. "Mint green with a nice pink waistband! I want them as a souvenier! Maybe I'll wear them for you, if you're nice!" The shorts were so tight when Janine pulled them down, Stacie's panties came with them.

Stacie tried to shut her legs, but when Janine raised her hand to strike her again, she left them open. "Good girl" Janine said to her. "Now let's check out that sweet little pussy of yours!" Janine's fingers wandered down to Stacie's soft, hairy mound. "Oooo! Nice and hairy! I'm gonna have fun shaving that off. Or maybe I'll just trim it up a bit." Stacie's body jerked and twitched as Janine tried to feel her most private part. Her breasts heaved and quivered at Janine's every touch. She even quivered now when she tried to breath

Stacie sat there nearly naked except for her ripped open tee shirt, socks, and sneakers. She knew she was going to be **** by the two women, and all she wanted to do was survive it. Janine's skilled fingers were soon fingering her slit, sliding up and in very slowly. Stacie tried not to let it bother her, and she fought inside herself to think of something else. But her body began to respond to Janine's coaxing no matter how much she told herself she hated it.

Janine pushed her fingers up into Stacie's pussy a little at a time. She worked them in and out, and slowly added more fingers to her thrusts. She had dialated Stacie pretty good, and so she thought to try her fist. She made a fist, then slowly pushed it up inside Stacie, until she hit what she knew at once to be Stacie's virgin barrier. "Oh my god, Monica!" she suddenly exclaimed. "We got ourselves a real virgin here!" She pulled her hand out of Stacie's virgin cunt and caressed Stacie's face, smiling at her wickedly. "We get to pop your cherry! Just wait till we get you home!"

Monica drove a little faster now at the mention of Stacie being a virgin. It had been a long time since she had a virgin, or tasted virgin blood, and she wanted some now. She could only imagine how good Stacie tasted.

Stacie couldn't believe this was happening to her. The two people she trusted and admired most turned out to be major perverts, and they were both women on top of it. She was going to be **** and lose her virginity to them, and there wasn't much she could do about it. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Janine kissed her and rubbed her virgin juices all over her body.

Janine kept sticking her hand inside Stacie's virgin cunt to get more of her juices. She smeared them all over Stacie's breasts and midsection as she kissed her face. Then she caressed Stacie's shoulders, neck, and face. She dipped her hand in again, and brought it to Stacie's lips. "Taste yourself" she commanded. She raised her other hand when Stacie failed to open her mouth right away, causing Stacie to flinch and finally open her mouth.

Stacie licked Janine's hand, tasting herself for the first time. It was salty but very sweet at the same time. "That's it, my little fuck angel" said Janine. "Lick my whole hand clean. Get every drop of your sweet juices. You taste good, don't you?" She licked the side of Stacie's juice covered face with her tongue. "Mmmmm!" she purred. "Delicious! I can't wait to eat you out!"

The car finally pulled into the driveway. Up ahead loomed an old victorian style home with a garage attached to it. The garage door swung open, and Monica pulled up inside, closing the door behind them.

"There's no way out now, my little fuck angel" Janine told Stacie. "Your ass is all ours!"

Monica got out of the car, and opened the back door. She looked at Janine straddling Stacie's nearly nude body. Janine was her mistress, to be sure, but Monica also did her share of training newbies. She was what was known in the world of BDSM as a switch, and she was just as twisted and perverted as Janine, if not even more so. She loved the way newbies always seemed to bring out the best in Janine. It was enough to make Monica cream her underwear as she watched Janine fondle and kiss the helpless, cringing Stacie. She watched as Stacie's naked breasts trembled with fear, and the fear excited her even more. Her hands strayed down to her crotch as she watched Janine ride Stacie's naked thigh.

Janine couldn't wait to get Stacie inside. She was very excited and very horny from tasting the girl's virgin cunt juices. She kissed Stacie's lips and face again and again, and fondled her ample breasts, trying to get the girl hot. But she couldn't wait any more. She needed to cum. She now straddled Stacie's thigh and began rubbing over it with her crotch. "You're gonna make me cum, my little fuck angel" she whispered to Stacie. Her hips swayed in a circular motion as she rubbed her fully clothed crotch all over Stacie's naked thigh. Stacie's tembling body added to her excitement as her body tingled with lust. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as her cunt soaked her panties. She rubbed her crotch over Stacie's naked thigh faster and faster, creating more friction. Her whole body tingled from her clit outward now, and she humped Stacie with wreckless abandon as she clung to her, wrapping herself around her. "AAAUUUGGGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook and trembled atop the nearly nude girl.

Stacie could feel the wetness of Janine's crotch through her clothing on her naked thigh. She marveled at how lusty and sensual it all seemed. Sure she had experimented with her own pussy, but her own ministrations were never anything like this. She could now smell Janine's cum, and it was almost intoxicating to her. Maybe she was a lezzie after all? Her head was reeling, and her senses were filled with the smell of Janine's sex.

Janine recovered her composure, and got out of the car. She extended her hand to Stacie. "Come, my little fuck angel" she said in a sultry voice. "There's a lot we want to do to you before the night is over. Grab your panties and give them to me."

Stacie sat there, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to go with them. Part of her wanted to find a way out. She felt safe in the back of the car, just sitting there. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself, and sobbed quietly. She knew there was no fighting them, and no way out. She slowly stretched her legs out of the car, grabbed her panties, and took Janine's hand.

"That's it, my little fuck angel. Come to your Mistresses. We'll take such good care of you." Janine smiled, and drew her close to her in a warm embrace. She soothed the girl as she sobbed on her shoulder. "It's going to be all right. You'll see once we've trained you. I promise you everything will be fine." She pulled the remains of Stacie's ripped tee shirt off of her, then stood back to admire the girl's nude body. "You are so beautiful, my little fuck angel." She smiled at Stacie, took the panties from her, and reached behind her to feel her ass. She ran her fingers all over the soft but firm ass flesh, feeling the curve of the bottom of her ass cheeks, then running her fingers through the cleft that divided them. She found Stacie's anal bud and slowly massaged it in a circular motion, causing the girl to gasp. Then she took Stacie by the hand again, and led her into the house with Monica following right behind.

Stacie quietly surrendered herself to what was to come. Yes, part of her wanted to find out more about the two women. She wanted to experience what they had to offer her. There was something sensual, something almost primal about them, and she needed to discover it ~ No, desired to discover it in spite of her fears. Janine could be cruel and sweet, and she could make even the cruel side of herself look sweet. It drew Stacie to her like a magnet now. She was to become their fuck angel, Janine's fuck angel. Janine had drummed that into her head effectively, and she now accepted it. Yet another voice screamed out inside her head: "It's not too late! Escape while you can!" She quietly looked around the kitchen they had entered through the garage door. She scanned the counters and saw, sitting there, what she thought was her only means of salvation. A butcher's cleaver stood stuck on edge in a wooden cutting board. If she could get to it, she would have a weapon she might be able to use to facillitate her escape.

Janine let go of Stacie's hand and opened a door at the side of the kitchen, which led down a flight of stairs to the basement.

Stacie could feel Monica behind her. The woman's hand now slid gracefully between the crack of her ass, finding the soft spot between her ass and pussy. Her touch was sensual and electrifying, and it caused Stacie to swoon. She quickly tried to recover her senses. Now was her only chance. In seconds it would be over, and she would be theirs: Their little fuck angel.