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Lexi was no lesbian but she had to admit she turned on after watching the four videos. She couldn't believe Betsie's performances. However it wasn't just the performances that made Lexi wet, it was that Betsie had been **** to perform against her will. The power trip was something else. "Fuck me! I need a cold shower before I squirt all over the place ... or over someone." An evil smile appeared on Lexi's face. "I'm not a lez buuuuut... "

Betsie was sitting on her floor with her back propped against her bed. Her knees were bent level with her shoulders and her arms rested on them. Her head was in her hands and banana was still in her ass. She was exhausted. It was more mental exhaustion than physical. Having to make such pornographic videos for someone she despised took it out of her. Betsie needed time to recover. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Betsie knew she wouldn't be given the time but didn't have the energy to get angry.

"No rest for the wicked!" said Lexi cheerfully as she appeared in the doorway. Betsie just looked up at her with tired eyes. "Ah! Don't be like that." Lexi could see how defeated Betsie was. Lexi could see Betsie's pussy, asshole and the remnants of the banana and yet could tell Betsie didn't care. Lexi pulled out her phone and pointed it at Betsie. "Smile!"

Betsie put her elbows on her knees and pushed her legs apart so they were well spread. Her lower lips also opened because of this giving Lexi an unobstructed explicit view of her pussy. She stuck her middle fingers up, smiled and said, "Cheese!"

Lexi took the picture. "You should have said banana instead of cheese." Lexi was disappointed when Betsie didn't bite. 'This is no fun,' Lexi thought.

Betsie put her legs flat on the floor and rested her head back on the bed. Looking at the ceiling she said in a flat, "My life is over." Without looking at Lexi, Betsie said, "My life is over, you've ruined my life."

Lexi walked over and sat on the bed next to Betsie. She began to stroke Betsie's hair in an almost tender, caring way. "There, there. Don't be like that. I'll make it better." Lexi took out her phone and unlocked the screen. She held it in front of Betsie's face so she could see what was happening. Lexi went to videos and selected Betsie's first video. Lexi then hit the bin option. Are you sure? appeared on the screen. "I'll make it all better for you." Lexi could see the look of hope in Betsie's eyes reflected in the mirror. The evil smile returned to Lexi's face. "Do as you're told and just accept the fact I have the videos! In fact, you're happy with it. Actually you're sooo happy you'll send me a nude selfie everyday!"

Lexi watched the horror on Betsie's face. In the split second between what Lexi said and it taken effect, Betsie's mind registered the full implementations of the command. Betsie would be aware of the videos, be aware of the power Lexi had over her but would be completely happy with it. Lexi had the tools to ruin her life and everyday Betsie knew she would be giving Lexi more ammunition to destroy her life. Betsie briefly wondered if she ever got hold of Lexi's phone, whether she would be able to delete the videos. These thoughts started to fade from Betsie's within a second as her command took over. She went from fearing that her life was over to accepting that Lexi had embarrassing vids on her phone. In the back of her mind Betsie rationalised that Lexi wouldn't show anyone them. Therefore there was no point in worrying, nothing bad was going to happen, even with the new nudes she would be sending.

Betsie was brought back to reality with a slap across her cheek. "Right bitch," said Lexi, "Enough daydreaming, I'm horny."

"So go fuck yourself," retorted Betsie.

Lexi smiled at this. She was happy that the old Betsie was back. Without that spunk it wasn't the same. Lexi stood up. "Lie on the bed." She walked over to Betsie's drawers.

"Fuck off. I'm not a lesbian."

Lexi could hear the disgust in Betsie's voice. "Nor am I." Lexi began to look through Betsie's drawers.

"Hey! What you doing?" Betsie protested.

"Looking for a dildo," Lexi said quite matter-of-factly.

"Use a fucking banana!"

Lexi turned her head to look at Betsie and smiled that evil smile. "Do as you're told and lie on your bed and fuck yourself with a banana."

"No. I'm sorry," begged Betsie as her hand reached for the nearest banana. She continued to beg as her body rose from the floor and moved to her bed. "I'm sorrrrrry," Betsie cried as her head hit the pillow and her legs spread wide. Her cries fell on deaf ears as Lexi continued to look for a dildo. Betsie bit her lip as she felt the banana at the entrance to her womanhood. For the third time today, or was it fourth, Betsie realised she was about to penetrate herself with the yellow fruit.

Lexi ignored what Betsie was doing almost like the sight of someone masturbating with a banana was normal. She had her own itch to scratch and was willing to bet her bottom dollar that Betsie had some toys for her to use. "Where's your dildo?" Lexi asked without even looking over her shoulder. She opened the next drawer.

Betsie really didn't want to tell her but figured that Lexi would eventually make her reveal its location anyway. "Shoebox. Wardrobe," Betsie grunted between thrusts to save herself from further suffering.

"Thank you," said Lexi as she waltzed over to the wardrobe. There were a few shoeboxes in the wardrobe and it was in the third one Lexi checked. She had made a dramatic show of throwing the first two boxes over her shoulder, not caring about the mess she was making. "Found it!" Lexi declared, holding the pink toy aloft like a trophy. "Back in a sec!"

Betsie watched Lexi disappear from the room as she continued to play with her food. She could hear water running from the bathroom. A minute later Lexi returned waving her dildo like it was a magic wand. "Needed to scrub off all your diseases," Lexi said by way of an explanation.

"Please," begged Betsie, "I'm not into that kinda stuff."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," said Lexi in mocking tones. "Open wide." Betsie kept her mouth closed as Lexi waved the dildo in her face. Lexi's eyes narrowed. "Don't make me tell you twice." This time Lexi's voice was more severe. Betsie complied with the threat and Lexi inserted the bottom of the dildo. "Close." Betsie closed her mouth so the dildo pointed upwards from her mouth. Lexi kicked off her shoes and stripped off her jeans and panties so she was bottomless. "God I'm wet!" Lexi exclaimed. To prove the point she rubbed two fingers along her slit and held them up for Betsie to see.

Betsie watched as Lexi held up two damp fingers. Her eyes darted between Lexi's fingers and her face as Betsie tried to workout what was going to happen next. Betsie watched as Lexi got closer. Betsie watched as Lexi's fingers got closer to her face. Betsie watched as Lexi's fingers got very close to her face. Before Lexi could wipe her fingers on Betsie's face, Betsie grabbed her wrist and spat out the dildo. "Don't you fuckin' dare!" threatened Betsie.

"Oh I dare!" Lexi retorted. "Do as you're told and shove the banana deep into your snatch then put the dildo back in your mouth and keep your hands by your sides."

Betsie did as she was told. With at 1, 2, 3, the banana found itself buried deep in Betsie's pussy. She then picked up the pink dildo and put it back in her mouth. As her hands went to her sides, Betsie was breathing heavily. Lexi looked at Betsie and retrieved her phone from her jeans. Betsie was lying with her legs spread, a banana poking out from her pussy, tartan skirt bunched around her waist, tie snaking its way between her bare breasts and a pink dildo sticking out of her mouth. It was an image Lexi could not resist capturing for prosperity. After a few clicks Lexi put her phone down, climbed onto the bed and straddled Betsie. "Like I said before, I'm sooo wet." This time Betsie could do nothing as Lexi wiping her fingers under her nose. Just to make sure Betsie could definitely smell her, Lexi inserted her fingers into her moist pussy then inserted them into Betsie's nostrils. Betsie's muffled protests only served to heightened Lexi's arousal. Betsie felt her cheeks flush red with the humiliation.

Lexi finally decided she could wait no longer and lowered herself onto the dildo. She slowly began to bounce up and down the pink shaft. It wasn't a particularly wide or long dildo which meant that Betsie's lips came in contact with Lexi's lips. It was not a taste Betsie savoured. "Oh yes!" Lexi cried. She wanted to make the scene as obscene as possible. "Oh my GOD!" It was getting too much for Betsie and she closed her eyes to block out the horror that was happening right in front of her face. Almost immediately Lexi said, "Open your eyes." Betsie scrunched them even tighter shut.

Betsie's eyes shot open. In her mind, Betsie had been waiting for Lexi to tell her to open her eyes. Betsie knew that ultimately she couldn't win but wanted to hold out for as long as possible. However Lexi had taken a different approach. Instead Lexi had twisted one of Betsie's nipples; hard. Betsie squealed into her dildo. "Don't take your eyes off my gash." Betsie knew she wouldn't.

Lexi continued to ride the pink toy, drawing out every moment of possible pleasure. She wanted to make this last as long as possible but she could feel in coming to an end. Lexi increased her pace and bounced off Betsie's lips with even more vigour. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! YYYEEEESSSSSSSS!" Lexi finally climaxed, squirting all over Betsie's face and hair in the process. "Fuck yeah! That was class," panted Lexi as she started to come down from her high. With considerable effort Lexi lifted herself off the dildo and dropped onto Betsie's chest.

"Humph!" exclaimed Betsie with the **** of impact, the dildo keeping her quiet.

Lexi sat on Betsie's chest panting. After a moment or two to gather her composure Lexi said, "Well that was fun." Betsie just stared at the ceiling. "I've never cum like that before." Lexi used Betsie's tie to wipe the juices from her twat. Lexi climbed off Betsie and off the bed. Betsie watched Lexi redress. "Well I'm going home 'cos I need to shower, well, not as much as you do!" chuckled Lexi. "But I have more class then you. Maybe it's 'cos I'm not a raging slut.

Betsie ignored the laughter. Instead she focused on the first half of the sentence. 'Is it over,' she wondered in her mind. 'Is that bitch leaving?!'

"We'll have to do this again sometime but for now, ciao." Lexi walked to the door.

Betsie went to do a fist pump in celebration but realised she couldn't raise her arm. "Mmmmmmmm!" Betsie screamed at the top of her lungs.

Fortunately it was loud enough to get Lexi's attention. "Oh right! I nearly forgot. You can't move." Lexi walked back to the bed and leaned over Betsie. A smile crept onto Lexi's face as she grabbed hold of Betsie's left nipple. Betsie's eyes were open in panic. "You can't move!" With that Lexi twisted.

"Ooowwww!" screamed Betsie into the dildo. "Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!" she screamed as Lexi twisted her nipple the other way.

"Like I said I've gotta go," said Lexi as she released Betsie's nipple. "But I need to tell you to do something otherwise you'll be lying here all day. Hmmm" Betsie could see that Lexi was actually considering just leaving her like this. "I know. Do as you're told and deep throat your dildo for five minutes then get yourself off with a banana. Byeeee." Lexi stood and walked out the room.

Lexi didn't even look back as she heard Betsie curse her, or gag on her own dildo.

Betsie ejected the dildo from her mouth. "You BITCH!" spat Betsie after Lexi. For a moment she forgot about any consequences that her name calling might bring about. "You Fuc-". While Betsie's focus had been on Lexi her hands had picked up the dildo and **** it into her own mouth. "Guuh," gagged Betsie. She could taste Lexi's juices that coated the pink shaft, a taste that disgusted her. Soon though Betsie had bigger problems then the taste of her dildo. Betsie had never deep throated before but her body didn't seem to care. Betsie's hands seemed determined to thrust the dildo all the way down her throat, her throat was determined to prevent the invasion. Betsie's mind knew who was going to be the winner. She started to gag and splutter on her pink toy, her face turned redder and redder with the exertion. Betsie tried to fight her instincts as the dildo battered the back of her throat. Her gag reflex prevented the dildo from being full inserted but Betsie's hands were undeterred. More saliva erupted from her mouth as Betsie tried to relax her throat muscles. Betsie was momentarily glad that Lexi wasn't still present to watch her suffering.

After five long, agonising minutes, the pressure on Betsie's throat ceased. Her throat was sore and her face was red and covered in her own saliva. She carefully withdrew the pink snake from her mouth, almost worried that it would attack her throat again. However Betsie's body didn't give her a moment's rest. Her hands went down to the banana still lodged in her twat. Betsie moaned, not from any kind of pleasure but from the knowledge of what was about to happen. "Fuck my life," Betsie cried out as she began to masturbate with the yellow fruit. "Fuck my life," she repeated.

Betsie was in no mood to pleasure herself yet she knew that she would be doing this all day unless she climaxed. Her right hand moved the banana in and out of her pussy. It was gentler than earlier but that was of little comfort. Knowing what needed to be done Betsie started rubbing her clit with her left hand. She tried to imagine that it was Kai working on her little nub but she just couldn't do it. Still, Betsie felt herself getting more aroused.

Betsie changed tactics. Instead of fantasising about Kai, Betsie started fantasising about Lexi. She imagined getting her ****, of making Lexi suffer like she had suffered. It had the desired effect. Betsie pumped the banana faster and faster as she imagined beating Lexi's ass in front of the whole school while Lexi cried and begged for mercy. Betsie came with the image of Mr. Smith fisting Lexi while she begged for forgiveness.

If Betsie hadn't already been lying on her bed then she would have collapsed. She lay panting with the banana between her legs and her skirt still bunched around her waist. Betsie's chest rose and fell with her breathing. She closed her eyes. "Fuck my life," she said.

Betsie prayed that was it for today.