Abigail can't wait to get the day started.

You wake up to the most beautiful dream. A realdoll has been pinnochioed and is on all fours of the foot of your bed, lovingly lapping up a load as it spurts in gushy gouts from your cock. You whimper a little as she pinches your thick thigh and giggles in her stupid slut syrupy sweet tone, "Tee Hee! Wakey wakey, legs a' quakey! I just pinched you so you would know this isn't a dream."

You 'cum' to groggy but grateful for the extra sleep and the extra sweet wake up call. You sit up and stretch and are just about to kiss Abigail's cummy lips when you remember, "Hey! We agreed no games in the dorm. Doubya tee eff with the tee hee hees?"

Abigail quickly steals a kiss, leaving a sticky trail that falls back on your chin. You raise an eyebrow as she gets that mischievous, maybe malicious, mirth in her eyes and giggles, "Hee Hee! Sorry..." and then sighs and says in a more sardonic, sultry tone, "it's reflex at this point. 'Sides', I gotta 'like' warm up for out there. I have a big day planned and if you are going to be my chaperone, you can't cramp my style out of the dorm." She goes from squeaky sweet to surly, and seeing you trying to keep up, softens, saying, "Sorry...sorry...I'm still getting the hang of the whole being me thing. I really, actually want you to be by my side today I am hoping to settle some old bullshit with some 'friends' and I would like someone I can actually trust backing me up."

You aren't so sure you can trust her to back you up, but you are supposed to keep an eye on her regardless. You put on your Bad Bimboi uniform and Abigail puts on what passes for hers, the barely buttoned buttoned blouse that's skimpier than most bras, a skirt so short it's skimpy for a belt, and fishnet hose and high heeled mary janes, for modesty you suppose. She gives you a conspiratorial wink that makes you far less confident and skips out the room. You follow close behind, half wishing you fell for her vixen victim act and could just pounce on the prancing fawn, pin her to the ground, and pound that plump ass that jiggles like sweet pudding.

Unfortunately, you've matured a lot in the last few days, or at least you certainly feel a lot more tired than you did then, which is close enough to the same thing for you. You notice that the girls all can't help but sneer at 'poor' Abigail, but they also can't help but stare. You still get the same sideways looks, but also a few winks. You are definitely in danger of getting a good reputation at this rate. You just hope Abigail doesn't decide you're going to ruin her bad rep hanging out with you.

She walks you down the halls, which you find surprisingly busy for a sunday, but then again, you can't think of any thing better to do locked up either. You guess everyone is just looking for an excuse to hook up. You wonder why they are all locked up? You see a few branded 'B's like you, and you suspect more than a few of them are Vixen Victim's like Abigail, but what about the rest? Are they here because they are too dangerous for the world? Or is the world too dangerous for them? You don't get an answer either way, as Abigail takes a dangerous detour into a regrettably memorable restroom.

"I just need to settle up with these bully bitches that have been buggin' me." Abigail says nonchalantly as she pulls you inside the dark, dingy lavatory lair of...The Donnas! The dreaded gang of bully bimbois that apparently have nothing better to do than gang up on other wrecked wretches and sift through the driftwood for whatever treasures they have left. You didn't have much sympathy for them when they **** you to give them a sordid show and you have even less for them now that you know they're picking on your friend.

"Oh, the little bitch made a little bitch buddy! Thanks for bringing more holes for us to ****!" The head Donna snarls at Abigail who bats her long lashes in response. You roll your eyes, not having expected much from the Vixen Victim, but you were hoping she wouldn't just immediately show her belly to the first predator that growls softly at her. Then, again, in her uniform, it's hard to avoid showing her belly.

"Heeeey! It's the Bad Bitch again! Are you gonna cry and cum for us again? Or did you come looking for some Donna dick?" The runner up Donna taunts as she lifts her skirt and shows off a thick cock with spiked piercings up the shaft. You just barely manage to swallow a wanton whimper and hold out from licking your lips, but you are sorely tempted to find out what it feels like to get torn up with that monster and feel a flood of pain killers pumping through your pussy.

"Donnas, let's be nice to the needy nerds." Third place Donna teases as she pets Abigail's fiery, flowing hair. You think you despise the faux friendliness most of all, and your eyes hone in on hers with an intensity, some might say insanity, that makes the hoodlum harlot flinch. You take a step forward and she takes a step back. You show them your teeth, but you aren't smiling...

"Girls, girls, can't we all just get along?" Donna prime pushes in between you and you feel a small prick on your side. You look down and see her quickly pulling back a spiked ring and covering it up with its Hello Kitty shaped skull topper. You are the one stumbling back now, feeling dizzy and drained as you sink to your knees...

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You aren't surprised to see Abigail is already on the floor, kneeling with you like a child eager for 'cum'munion...

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You really aren't surprised to see the Donna's surround you with their pierced pokers pulsing angrily around you...

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You really, reeeally aren't surprised when you hear 1/3rd of a Donna's garble, "Itsaaa aprideesssseeeeeaaaack!" or something to that effect. It's hard to hear over the sound of your prick pounding...

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You are really, reeeally, reeeEEEAAAAlly surprised by what happens next...