Her rival from high school

Looking up Lucy saw Becca, someone who antagonized her throughout high school. Although Lucy was never the aggressor, for whatever reason Becca just didn’t like Lucy and they had never gotten along. She imagined this situation is what Becca always wanted even if she never had this exact thought. She was dressed up looking nice, towering over her while Lucy was naked, on all fours and a leash, robbed of all control of her life and her voice. Lucy tried to back away but the leash didn’t give her anywhere to go.

“Hi girls!” She shouted and hugged Abigail, Chelsea, and Laurel.

She knelt down in front of Lucy. Trying to steel herself Lucy expected more petting but Becca was even more bold as she reached under Lucy to fondle both of Lucy’s breasts. As she palmed each breast and rubbed her nipples, Lucy moaned and felt more moisture running down her thighs. Her bully had free reign over her body and it was turning her on; she didn’t know she could be more ashamed but somehow she was.

“You know, I think I always just knew that there was something off with you," Becca told her, "That you were an imposter, that there was something that we didn’t know and something you were hiding. I only spent so much time making fun of your outfits because deep down I knew you shouldn’t have one. I should’ve known that you were being **** to live as a person when you were just a pet. You look perfect now as your true self, Lucy.”

Becca took one hand and straightened Lucy’s collar and read the ‘Lucy’ tag before returning it to her right breast. The collar felt extra heavy around Lucy’s neck now that it was the only clothing she might have for the rest of her life.

Lucy wondered how long she could expect to be groped but she knew she had no power and just tried to surrender. The feeling of her bully’s hands actually being soft and stimulating her was somehow worse than if she was being rough and trying to hurt her. She was getting more turned on and Becca seeing her like this was mortifying, even though everything about this was mortifying. Becca started to gently pull on each nipple as they stiffened more in her hand.

Abigail held her leash while the other girls stood to the side waiting to be let in by Becca. So much clothing next her naked skin made Lucy long for her old life, and being knee level with everyone made her feel so small and insignificant. Behind the open door Lucy could hear dozens of people inside, and she hoped being groped right now wouldn’t be the best part of her night.

“Isn’t she just a doll?" asked Chelsea, "She just loves being touched all over!”

“She is, and I love doing it,” said Becca.

“You should see the effect you’re having back here!” said Abigail.

Realizing Abigail was willing to offer up a view of her pussy and discuss how turned on she was was another stinging blow. She really would be allowed no dignity even by her sister, who was supposed to be her caretaker; this was her life now.

“Oh, I’m so glad I’m helping! I just want her to be as comfortable as possible!” said Becca.

Becca squeezed Lucy’s nipples, causing another moan, and then got up and circled around Lucy, taking in her bare ass and pussy. She bent down and Lucy could feel her breath on her pussy and anus. She rested a hand on the small of Lucy’s back and Lucy shivered slightly.

“I must have a magic touch! I’ve never seen a pussy so wet,” Becca squealed, proud of her work.

“Then you don’t spend a lot of time around Lucy,” Abigail said with a giggle, “She’s always in heat. Earlier I had a vibrator in her pussy and she was brought to the brink of orgasm over and over. It wasn't long before she was willing to do literally anything to get off. I thought I was going to need a bucket to collect all her pussy juices. I’m pretty sure the only thing she thinks or cares about now is getting off.”

Truly nothing was a secret anymore. Abigail nonchalantly explaining the car ride home to the girl who tormented her all through high school, and her need for release was just too much. She was about to make a mistake by speaking but she then felt a finger run up her inner thigh scooping up juices. The finger then lightly teased her labia and she felt the juices flow even more as she moaned deeply.

“Not quite a bucket’s worth but give me some time!”

The four girls laughed together as she felt trapped in between the four clothed women three towering over her and one actively playing with her pussy.

Becca got up and circled back to Lucy’s front. She held her juice covered finger in front of Lucy’s mouth and Lucy knew to suck it dry. Licking her bully’s finger clean of her own pussy juices was humiliating but she kept getting more turned on.

Becca sighed, “Abby, I want you all at this party, but Lucy’s pussy juices all over my carpet would be a problem especially if she gets as turned on as easily as you say.”

Despite having the fresh taste of her own pussy in her mouth Lucy started to smile. She hoped she would get to leave this horrible place soon.

“See? I knew bringing her was a mistake!” said Abigail, seething with frustration. She threw her arms up in anger forgetting she had Lucy’s leash, and Lucy yelped as she was pulled up by the neck.

“Can we tie her up out front?” asked Laurel as she knelt down to stroke Lucy’s back, trying to calm the obviously frightened pet.

Lucy imagined that would lead to her being groped by every person who entered.

“I don’t know. That seems awfully risky,” said Chelsea more concerned about Lucy escaping than protecting her.

Becca calmly offered what she thought what was the best solution.