The Girl’s Locker Room

Victoria drags you clit first into the girl’s locker room and throws your back against one of the lockers. You face your four bullies and watch as other girls circle around them eager to watch the show.

“Spread her legs.” Victoria directs her friends.

Two of them pull your legs open and wrap their ankle between yours, leaving your clamped crotch completely open for more ****.

“Time to take that clip off,” Victoria says reeling back her foot. Before you have a chance to plea, she sends her foot forward burying it inside your pussy. The tip of her shoe had slightly entered your pussy, painfully spreading your opening. The rest of her shoe had had even worse effect. The top of her shoe flattened your pussy lips and twisted the clip upwards, tugging painfully on your clit. You howl in pain and lose all strength in body, letting yourself slump forward. Before you can fall to the ground, the third lackey reaches forward to hold your upper body up, signifying that your suffering wasn’t over. The clamp still tight to your clit and you know this wouldn’t end until it came off.

Victoria once again brings her foot back for another blow. You try to mentally prepare yourself as you watch her foot swings up to collide with your pussy. This kick had hit your clit directly, and sent the clamp flying across the room. Your mouth was left in an O shape, as you try to comprehend the clamp being removed in the most painful way possible. It had tugged and scraped the sensitive skin on your clit on its way out.

They let you fall to the ground, sobbing into a pathetic mess. You curl up on the ground bringing your legs up to your body to protect your damaged pussy. You wanted to bring your arms over to massage and ease the pain, but the handcuffs held firm, keeping them trapped behind your back.

While you were squirming on the ground, trying to recover, Victoria proceeded to reach under her skirt and pull down the white thong she was wearing. You barely register her sliding the pair up your legs and around your crotch. Agony was still radiating from your pussy as you are pulled back to your feet. You realize she had put the thong on you BACKWARDS. The ‘front’ of the thong is hugging your ass tightly while the back string had slidden between your pussy lips in a very visible cameltoe.

Your hands are uncuffed from behind your back, allowing you to bend over and cradle your damage pussy. You look up to Victoria

“Please don’t hurt my pussy anymore.”

“Fine, then you will. You have three minutes. Put yourself in a shoulder wedgie.”

“WHAT?!” you let out.

Victoria raises an eye brow, grabs onto you nipple clamp, twists, and pulls your forward. Your faces are inches away from each other.

“I said put yourself in a shoulder wedgie. You don’t want me to have to help you. Do you?”

She emphasized that with an extra twist to the clamp.

“No. No, I’ll do it.”