Lori fights back

"****?" Lori shot up from her seat behind the desk. She startled everyone in the room with her quick move, even their fearless leader. "I'm not anyone's ****, especially not yours. I'm not taking my clothes off for you, or anyone else in this room."

The gang of girls started to close in on Lori, but the Black girl signaled them to stand down. "Go lock the door," she ordered Monica. Monica quickly complied, and came right back to her side. She signaled to two other girls in the group to pull down the window shades, then she slowly closed in on Lori while she held up her phone, playing back the video of her and Monica together. "This video says you are my ****, Manure," she seethed.

Lori was still having none of it. This had gone too far, and she was now prepared to fight them all, if she had to. She steeled her nerves, and took up a fight stance. The Black girl came after her, and became the first victim of a well placed kick to the midsection. It was enough to send her sprawling backwards. "Get her!" she yelled to her mob of girls.

All at once they came after Lori. All except for Monica. She ran over to her Mistress' side to make sure she was all right.

Lori had the upper hand for a while, having earned her brown belt in martial arts. It even looked at times like she was going to win. She had repelled several attackers successfully, until one of them pulled a dirty trick. They picked a paper weight up off her desk, and hit her in the back of the head, knocking her to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Strip her!" barked the Black girl. "Tear them clothes to shreds!"

Two girls grabbed her by her arms while others grabbed her legs. Her desk top was cleared off, and they lay her on top it spread eagle. They tugged at her clothing, shredding all of it, piece by piece from her body. Then they played tug of war with her panties and bra until they both gave out and ripped away from her body. They ripped the biggest pieces of her clothes into strips, which they used to tie her securely to the desk with. She was now naked, defenseless, and spread eagle. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath after the ordeal.

The Black girl sauntered over to her in victory, and smiled down at her. "This was a fight you weren't going to win," she taunted. She ran her fingertips over Lori's milky white, naked breasts. "Nice and firm, yet soft, just the way I like them. I bet they'd give some sweet milk. Don't you think so Manure?"

Lori wouldn't answer. She looked away instead. She was totally shocked, and her breasts were wracked with pain as her chalk board pointer came down across them. She howled in pain, and tears formed in her eyes.

"Answer me when I talk to you, Manure!" she menaced. "Do you think your breasts will give me some sweet milk?"

Defeated and humiliated, and not wanting to be hit with the pointer again, she answered. "Yes!"

"Yes, what?" she taunted. "Say yes Mistress Ginger!"

Lori closed her eyes, and conceded. "Yes, Mistress Ginger!"

"Now all of this could have been avoided had you just taken off your clothes in the first place." She let her hands roam freely over Lori's naked body, until they reached her full, pouting labia. She thrust a finger deep inside her, causing her to gasp. "Well what have we here?" she said, pulling out her glistening finger. "You're wet! Did we make our little Manure pile horny?" she giggled, adding to Lori's embarrassment. When Lori didn't answer, she picked up the pointer once again, and made a threatening gesture. "What did I say about answering me?"

Lori didn't understand it either. "Yes, Mistress Ginger," she quickly answered.

"You must love being stripped naked, and made helpless."

"Yes, Mistress Ginger."

Ginger shoved two fingers up inside her now swollen pussy, and pulled them out. They were drenched. She tasted them, and marveled at the flavor. "You taste very sweet for a Manure pile." She stuck them in again, and held them up to Lori's mouth. "Go on! Taste yourself!" she commanded. Lori opened her trembling lips, and took Ginger's fingers inside her mouth. "There's only one pussy that tastes sweeter than yours, and that's mine," she crowed. "Maybe one of these days I'll let you find out just how sweet it is. For now, you deserve some punishment for disobeying me."

( Disclaimer: No clothes were ripped off during the writing of this chapter. No paperweights were injured while hitting someone in the head, and no pointers were used in a diabolical way. However, a half a bag of Lay's potato chips and a diet Pepsi didn't quite make it. We may never know why the author thought that was noteworthy. Any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for our next exciting chapter! )