A Girl

Miranda

Fucking bitch. Fucking dumb ass bitch. Fucking, fucking fuck! I hated Jasmine, why was he making me do this? Probably because he knew I hated her. He still hated me for everything I did to him, and wanted to punish me. I deserved it. I’m just a vicious bitch, I didn’t deserve him, I was lucky he even trusted me to do this much.

“What are you waiting for?” Jasmine held her arms out, so I could pull off her shirt. She wasn’t allowed to undress herself, I had to do it.

But he didn’t say how I was supposed to do it.

I grabbed her shirt by the collar with both hands, and ripped it right down the middle, exposing her hideous udders to the open air, they were so big and they hardly sagged at all, the freak. She squeaked like a kicked dog and tried to pull away from me, but I had her shirt in a solid grip. “Stop it you freak!”

I then tugged her shirt off of her arms, leaving just her jean shorts. “The sooner you give into Brett, that happier everyone will be.”

Her lip twitched at that. “I always knew you wanted him. I saw the way you looked at him. Like a god damn puppy. It makes me sick to think you served Thetis while behaving like that.”

Really? She hid it so well. Every moment I spent on the island with her, it was nothing but hard stares and cold shoulders. I mean she was absolutely right to be weary of me, but she was still a huge bitch about it.

“But it’s funny. No matter how hard you try, no matter the obstacles set against him, he still won’t give me up for you. After all your sacrifices, and hardships. I’d feel bad for you, if you weren’t a complete traitor.”

I took a step back from her, and sighed. The door to the bedroom was closed, and what Master didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. I stepped out of my shorts, and then peeled my sticking panties away from my overheated gash, and down my legs.

“What are you…?”

“Shhhh.” I balled up my panties, and was amazed by how wet they were. How did he do it? I used to be a stone cold lesbian. How was I so turned on my this guy? Regardless I wiped my lower lips with my panties, and approached Jasmine. “Open your mouth.”

“God no, get awayeeeeep!”

I gave her the chance.

She was easy to pin against the wall, and after that it was easy enough to get her mouth opened and stuffed. “If you’re going to talk like cunt, we’re going to have to put some panties over that hole. Don’t, spit that out or you’ll be in even more trouble. I saw her grimace, but she obeyed. Clever bitch. (Jasmine Fisher+5)(-13SP)

With that I tugged her pants down to her ankles. While I was down there, I pressed my hand against her cunt, just to see where she is. She squirmed against my touch, as if that didn’t just turn me on more. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a dry snatch. How can you not be an animal in heat around that man? Don’t answer that, it’s rude to speak with your mouth full.” I snickered, and finally let her off of the wall.

From the otherside of the door, we could hear a series of moans erupt. It sounded like Brooke to me. She didn’t use that annoying little girls voice Daisy had adopted. Plus I’d made her moan enough today, to know what she sounded like.

I grabbed Jasmine’s ugly giant tit and squeezed it. “That could be us, if I didn’t have to waste my time getting an ungrateful cunt like you in line.” I shoved her to the closet. “Let’s see what we can do.”