More than a toy

Soft. Smooth. Warm. Wet. All around you. In you. Everything. Everywhere. How long? Forever?

Your mind can't focus. The cheerleaders don't give you a chance to collect your thoughts. You're leaned back against Jessica, head between her soft breasts as she pets and kisses your hair. Stacey has you trapped in the deepest kiss of your life, her sensual lips locked on yours, her tongue candy magic moving in your mouth. Anna lies on the bench underneath Stacey, her small ferocious tongue already forcing two more orgasms from your trembling pussy. Lu has one of your feet cradled against her chest, sucking and licking at your toes as she alternates between massaging and tickling with her hands.

Ever since you gave in to Jessica, your mind has been lost in a pink haze of pleasure. The other girls all quickly joined you in your nakedness, and watching them strip had been an odd experience. You always got a thrill watching a partner undress before sex, but this time it had been different. Instead of feeling a growing hunger, an eagerness to see and take their bodies, the nudity of the cheerleaders made you almost... docile. They weren't stripping for your benefit, they were stripping to give them better access to you. And you wanted to give them everything. You wanted them to take you, use you, control you.

Those unfamiliar thoughts remain strange and scattered. There was no way you could even begin to untangle them once these four naked cheerleaders began having their way with you. The most coherent thought that crosses your mind is your inner voice reminding you that you hate these girls. That these mean, stuck-up bitches have gone out of their way to make life hell for you and your friends, more than once. They represent everything you despise, everything about girlhood that you've always rejected. Surrendering to them is like surrendering to the social order you've spent your whole life rebelling against.

So why does it feel so good to give in?

Jessica gently pushes Stacey away from you, finally breaking the mind-melting kiss, and with her other hand pulls your head back so you're looking up into her face, so close to yours. "I never thought I'd see you so well-behaved, dyke. Do you like it?" She pauses, letting her terrible beautiful smile push you farther down into docility. "Do you like being our toy?"

A toy. Something to play with. Something to own. Something less than them. You shudder as Anna's quick sharp tongue lashes against your clit. "Y-yeah... ah! I like... I like being your toy... haaaahhh..."

Jessica's smile is still a sickening blend of cruel and sweet, but something new has come into her bright blue eyes. The pride of ownership. "Mmmm, that's nice to hear, dyke. Are you sorry for being such an uppity bitch to us?" Her hands grasp the sides of your head, silky strong. "Are you sorry for forgetting your place in the natural order of things?"

Why... why did I ever think I was better... better than this goddess? "Y-yes... I'm sorry for being a b-bitch."

"Good. Now open wide, dyke. We need to punish this rude mouth of yours."

You obey without thinking, and with a final victorious curve of her smile Jessica spits into your open mouth. The sensation makes you moan, but more than that is the feeling that you deserve this. And something else. A sudden thought that shocks you with its clarity. Thank you for putting me in my place.

"Oh I've been waiting for this part." Stacey giggles, the slender blonde leaning over your face. She has quite a lot of spit worked up from your extended kiss, and she lets it fall from her mouth between your parted lips. It tastes just as sweet as it did a moment ago, and you shudder with joy as you feel it slide over your tongue and down your throat.

You're so focused on the novelty of these feelings you almost don't notice Anna's tongue has stopped assaulting your pussy. Her small, smiling face appears above yours, the cruel twinkle in her eye making you tingle with anticipation. "This is for being such a smartass mouthy bitch in math class. Hhwak-PUH!" She fires spit from her mouth like a projectile, hitting the roof of your mouth so hard it almost stings. "Fuck! Missed! Hold still, bitch. HuhWAAAHK!" She fires an even bigger loogie, this time hitting the entrance to your throat like a bullseye.

Convulsive coughs rack your body, the **** of them pulling you free from Jessica's grip on your face as you curl forward, trying to expel the spit from your windpipe. Your face is red and flushed and your eyes are watering when Lu's strong hands grab the sides of your head. The feeling is different from when Jessica was holding you; instead of silky and menacing, their soft power makes you feel... safe.

She tilts your face up to look at hers, the expression in her dark brown eyes a blend of authority and concern that makes something inside you melt. "Do you know your place now, bitch?"

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod.

"Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

You comply, and Lu brings her face right next to yours. The warmth from her skin feeds into that melting feeling inside, and she gently spits onto your outstretched tongue. Thank you.

"Swallow it." She smiles as you retract your tongue and swallow her spit. "Good girl. Now get on the ground, on your knees, face to the floor." She punctuates her command with a firm kiss that obliterates whatever shreds of resistance remain inside you.

The moment Lu releases your head, you're sliding off the bench and pressing your face to the floor. You're no longer shocked at your actions. All you feel is... gratitude. You had been adrift in a stormy sea of emotion, torn between the dark void of Tony and the searing sun of Emily, desperately trying to hold on to some sense of yourself. Not anymore. These girls have given you a safe harbor, warm and pink. You don't have to fight anymore, you don't even have to think. All you have to do is obey.

You've never been one to surrender. You never knew it could feel so good.

"Eyes up, bitch." Lu's warm, unyielding voice pulls you back to reality. "Time to show us you understand what your place is."

You slowly lift your head and look up, letting out a small whine when you see what's before you. The cheerleaders are all sitting on the bench facing you, their legs parted just enough to show you their glistening pussies. All of them have their feet extended out to you, and understanding enters your mind with a rush of pleasure. I know my place. I can show you. I can be a good girl.

Leaning forward, you kiss and lick at Lu's thick toes. She lets out a warm chuckle. "Wish I tried this sooner, bitch. You're a natural. I might just have to keep you for myself." A pleasant fuzziness grows in your chest at her praise. Yes, please, keep me, own me, I'll be good. You put everything you have into worshipping her feet, **** to show your gratitude.

"Not so fast, Lu!" Anna sounds impatient. "You have to share with your friends. Over here, bitch!"

You shuffle over to Anna, staying as low to the floor as you can. Before you can begin to kiss her petite feet, she uses them to kick at your face. Firm smacks, just hard enough to hurt, left, right, left, right, letting out high peals of laughter the whole time. "Ahahahaha fuck I've been wanting to do this for so long! Take that you uppity little slut!" She gives you one last good kick to the side of your head. "That'll teach you to talk back to your betters. Now kiss 'em." She pushes her toes into your face.

Eagerly, you kiss each of her small delicate toes in turn. Your head is still spinning from her ****, and you know it isn't just from the physical impact. The pain was thrilling, a totally new experience that filled your whole body with a delicious tingling. But the best part was how helpless you felt. You're nearly twice Anna's size, but deep inside you know you wouldn't lift a finger to stop her if she kicked you again.

You hope she does.

"Enough waiting, I want a turn." Stacey's velvety voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Out of the corner of your eye you see her long slender legs reach out, wrapping her ankles around your neck and pulling. You scramble to avoid being dragged, and once you're positioned in front of her she begins rubbing her feet over your face. A high, pleading moan emanates from your chest as you stick out your tongue to taste them.

"Oooohh... oh yes, that feels nice. And it looks even better! You're so pretty with my feet on you." A warm pleasure fills your chest. You know she's right. When you imagine what you look like – prostrating yourself before these beautiful girls, their feet on your face – it's like something snaps into place. You no longer feel that constant pressure to prove yourself, to struggle against the expectations of others. You've finally found an identity that fits perfectly.

You're an obedient little toy.

"Come here, toy." Jessica's voice immediately captures your attention. "Don't forget who owns you."

How could you? Despite your eagerness to obey all of these girls, some part of you understands it's Jessica you belong to. You surrendered to her, after all, and the others have all been following her lead. The others are all above you, but she is above them all. This knowledge fills you with something almost like awe as you shuffle over to her and begin to kiss her perfect toes. Thank you for giving me the chance to serve you.

Jessica laughs, the musical sound making your heart soar. "Oh, I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life, dyke. I always knew you were faking that little tough girl act." Where have you heard that before? "I just had no idea how easy it would be to make you admit it. Now, dyke, if you're very good, I might just decide to keep you."

Please, I can be good. **** to prove yourself, you start to kiss up the tops of Jessica's feet. You continue up her smooth, shapely legs, rising off the floor to plant wet, pleading kisses on the impossibly soft and smooth skin of her inner thighs. Reaching her pussy, shuddering at the overpowering sight and smell of it, you reach out your tongue. Just let me belong.

"Oh, what an eager little dyke I have." Jessica digs her hands into your short hair. "But I don't recall giving you permission to taste me just now, did I?" With a swift and sure movement, she squeezes her thighs around your head, locking her knees together, and you feel the steely muscles underneath the intoxicating softness. "Did I?"

She's pressing your face into her wetness, and you're so caught up in the taste and the texture and the feeling of being totally under her control that it takes you a moment to realize you can't breathe. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. Looking up, you see her staring down at you, a cruel smile on her face and her eyes filled with a terrifying blend of fury and delight. In that moment you don't even care that you've upset her; you just want her to consume you.

Jessica laughs as you weakly moan into her crotch. "I think this dyke still needs to learn a lesson, Lu." She lets go of your hair and releases your head from between her legs. Before you can even take a breath, another hand is in your hair, stronger, pulling you, hard.

Your head jerks back to see Lu, who gives you a little wink before pulling you, dragging you along the floor. You scramble to keep up as you're pulled backwards, feet and hands flailing, and a keening moan escapes you. Please yes hurt me move me do whatever you want to me. Lu pulls you up against a wall, the tiles cold against the bare skin of your back. You look up at her, trembling, as she leans down and puts her face right above yours. "I thought you said you knew your place, bitch."

A tear stings your eye. "I... I do... I'm..." Are you really gonna say it out loud, RC? "I'm... your toy."

"And what does that mean, bitch?" When she sees you struggling for words, her eyes shift almost imperceptibly. "I guess I need to teach you."

With that, she reaches down and grabs under your armpits. She squats down so she's at your eye level, and then with a grunt, she stands and lifts you. She keeps lifting you against the wall until you're looking down at her, your feet dangling in the air. You stare down at her, eyes and mouth wide, marveling at her strength, her beauty, her power. She smiles up at you, and something inside you... lets go.

"Now let me ask you again, bitch." Lu's voice is soft, not showing any strain. "What does it mean to be our toy?"

For the first time since surrendering to Jessica, you try to focus your mind. Thinking about what you've done, what you're doing, brings a twin shock. First, at how meek and obedient you've been, not objecting in the slightest to anything they've demanded of you. Second... how good it all feels. Under the physical pleasure, the feeling of belonging to them just seems to... fit. "It means... you own me."

Lu gives you a small nod. "Good start, bitch. But there's another thing. Something even more important." Her eyes flash at you. "Tell me what."

What? What could be more important than being owned by them? "I... I..."

"Here, lemme help you." She pushes her knee up against the wall, between your legs. "Now, what would happen if I let go?"

You look down and feel a spike of fear. Her knee between your legs is perfectly lined up with your crotch. Your eyes go wide and you start to tremble as you imagine falling pussy first onto it.

"That's right, bitch. It would hurt. Now, I got a good hunch you like to get hurt." She chuckles at the fresh wave of shock that passes over your face. "Heh, that's what I thought. But this... this would be something else. You might just up and pass out from the pain. Now, do you want me to let go?"

You weakly shake your head, unable to speak through the storm of fear and confusion and... what else are you feeling?

Lu's voice is low, almost a purr. "Could you stop me if I did?"

She punctuates her question by letting you slip, just a tiny bit, but enough to make you yelp in fear. You manage to shake your head again, slower, as understanding dawns. That other feeling overwhelming you is... acceptance.

Lu sees the understanding in your eyes. "That's right, bitch. You don't get to choose." She lowers you down and lies back in one motion, thrilling you again with her strength, holding you close, cradling your head against her chest as you start to shake. Her voice is a warm whisper. "You don't have to choose."

You let out a contented sigh, and then a soft moan as the other three cheerleaders join you on the floor. They move and shift you a bit as they all get into position, and you're more than happy to oblige them. Jessica comes in behind you, pressing your head against Lu's pillowy breasts with her own perfect orbs, surrounding you with smooth, fragrant softness. Stacey uses her wet, clever tongue to explore your pussy, tracing the edge of your lips and the tip of your clit. Anna's quick, sharp tongue presses into your asshole, stretching it, darting around inside you.

How long do you all lie there? You take Lu's lesson to heart, letting go completely, not caring what happens or why, allowing these girls to wrap your body in joy and pleasure and release. Melting into them. Disappearing into this new idea of who you are, and what you want. They radiate feminine energy, surrounding you with the sense and sensation of girl, and that feeling works its way into you. Beneath the part of you that surrendered to them, something even more fundamental starts to react to it.

Eventually, after an eternity that feels all too brief, Lu sits up, prompting the other girls to disengage from you. She's holding you in her lap, looking into your eyes, and something in her expression tells you she knows. Knows what? What happened to me?

Lu whispers so the other girls can't hear. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tell her what? You... you know something changed, inside you, in that pile of girlflesh. Why can't you put it into words? Into thoughts? "I... I don't..."

Something in Lu's face changes. It almost looks like she feels sorry for you. "You don't know, do you? You don't have the words."

Words for what? What is going on? In spite of your **** confusion, you feel that part of you deep inside responding to her. You want to know. You want to understand.

You want her to show you who you are.

Lu pulls your face close, closer, until your noses touch and her voice is a warm breath against your lips. "I guess I'll have to **** it out of you, then."