Read part 1 here.
Gym class was Kelly’s least favourite subject- even more so when the girls who had stolen and sold her panties were in the class. It was the only part of her schedule that crossed with the school bully Heather and her gang, and Kelly had been dreading it since she’d arrived at school.
To her surprise, the girls were all being really kind and encouraging toward her, as if they hadn’t molested and humiliated her on camera the day before. “Way to go, Kelly!” Heather cheered when Kelly finally managed to serve the volleyball over the net. One of the girls who had held Kelly’s legs open while Heather rubbed her clit had even high fived her at the end of the scrimmage.
Kelly should’ve known better than to think they weren’t just biding their time.
She stayed behind after class to talk to the teacher, deliberately waiting until the last of the female laughter emanated from the locker room. The last thing Kelly wanted was to be trapped in another isolated space with Heather. She asked the teacher more about the rules of volleyball, and for feedback on her technique. Kelly had less than no athletic passion or ability, but the teacher humoured her newfound interest.
Kelly breathed a sigh of pure relief when she entered the quiet change room a few minutes later. She looked in each shower stall to make sure no one was hiding, and finally started to feel her heart rate decrease as she realized she was alone. She sat on the bench to take off her shoes, her mind already thinking ahead to her next class.
She grabbed her backpack off of the shelf and fished out her school uniform so that she could change. She smoothed the creases out of her neatly folded blouse, but came up empty handed when she reached for her skirt. She emptied her backpack onto the bench, sifting through binders, loose paper, pens, headphones, and various lunch items, to no avail.
“Looking for this?” the cold, cruel voice from yesterday’s nightmare asked.
Kelly’s entire body tensed as she turned to see Heather and her goons standing in the locker room, Kelly’s skirt dangling off of Heather’s red-painted fingernail.
“Heather, please- I don’t want any trouble. Please, I just want to get dressed and go to class,” Kelly said quietly. She instinctively looked at the ground as she spoke- a sign of respect or submission, Kelly wasn’t sure. On some level she knew that her fate was already sealed, just as it had been the day before.
Her instincts kicked in, and Kelly made a beeline for the door back to the gym- if she could find her teacher, she could get away. She realized too late that one of Heather’s friends was blocking the door.
Kelly ran straight into the girl, who was taller and stronger than her by a mile. In one fluid motion the girl turned Kelly around, hands clasped behind her head with Kelly’s arms trapped- she couldn’t move.
“Too bad, sweetheart- you’re not getting away from us. We made a lot of money off of your panties yesterday,” Heather leered, “we already have requests for more. What colour do you think they are today, girls?” she said, getting close to Kelly as she struggled against her captor’s strength. “Who wants to see?”
All of the girls laughed as Kelly’s face blushed. Heather pulled at the band of her shorts, exposing blue and white striped panties. Kelly kicked her feet out to stop her from pulling the shorts off. She struggled, trying to twist and kick her way to freedom.
“So feisty today,” Heather mocked as she roughly pulled Kelly’s shorts down her flailing legs. “Let’s get the rest of her clothes off- leave the panties,” she ordered her squad.
Kelly felt intrusive hands all over her, tearing her gym shirt and bra to reveal her small breasts. Kelly cried out briefly until she felt a hand close over her mouth to stop the sound. Her chest heaved as the girls fondled her B cup breasts, roughly pinching and pulling her nipples as she remained immobile and on display. In spite of the invasion, she could feel her pussy getting wet.
“Get her to the bench,” Heather ordered. The rough hands grabbed her, forcing her over to the bench by the lockers.
They put her face down, arms and legs dangling on either side of the bench. Kelly continued to struggle, but to no avail. “Stop it- you’re going to have to learn sooner or later that we own you now,” one of the girls said menacingly. The girl straddled Kelly’s torso, sitting on her back to keep her still.
“I suppose we could teach her not to struggle,” Heather said idly.
If Kelly’s face wasn’t being held down on the bench (along with the rest of her body), she would’ve seen Heather wink at one of the girls. She would’ve realized that girl left the locker room to retrieve a badminton racquet.
Kelly yelped loudly as the racquet smacked across her ass.
“Quiet, new girl, or that video we took yesterday will be all over school,” one of the girls said.
Kelly swallowed her next scream as she was hit again, her posture immediately sagging in defeat- that video could never see the light of day.
“All you have to do is submit, new girl- say we own you and we will stop hitting you and get to the fun part,” Heather said. “We know how much you liked cumming for us yesterday.”
Kelly’s mind was a mess of thoughts, sensations, and dread. The racquet stung her ass over and over, the girl sitting on her back making it more and more difficult to catch her breath after each blow. She didn’t make a sound, lest they make good on their promise to share the video.
Would this be her life now? SLAP. Would they torture her every day? SLAP. Will they share the video and humiliate her anyway? SLAP. She couldn’t tell anyone, or they would for sure release the video. SLAP.
She could feel her ass getting red and hot under her panties. Kelly concluded that she would just need to take it, and try to keep Heather happy so that she didn’t ruin Kelly’s life. Maybe she could ask her parents to transfer schools, and then this would all be a distant memory. Until then, Kelly would do what she had to.
“You can have my panties, Heather, please just let me go,” Kelly surrendered.
The slapping mercifully stopped.
“Good girl,” Heather cooed, “next time- because there will be a next time- surrender first, and we won’t have to hurt you.”
“Yes, Heather,” Kelly said quietly.
“Unfortunately we can’t quite let you go yet,” she said, gently stroking Kelly’s hair as the other girl stayed sitting on her, trapping her on the bench. “Your panties are worth much more if they’re dirty,” she purred. “Now, how are we going to get them dirty?” Heather asked no one in particular.
Kelly felt Heather’s hands on her stinging ass, her fingernails gently stroking the tender skin through her blue and white striped panties. She pulled the panties tight, creating a wedgie and exposing her red ass. “That looks sore,” Heather said insincerely, “let’s make our pet feel good.”
With that she adjusted Kelly’s panties again, creating access for the handle of the badminton racquet to be thrust inside her. Kelly gasped at the intrusion, the racquet stretching her virgin hole more than yesterday’s hairbrush had. Heather started thrusting the racquet in and out while all of the girls watched Kelly’s be violated.
“Doesn’t that feel better, new girl?” Heather cooed. “Let’s get that pussy nice and wet so it soaks your cute little panties,” she said, picking up the pace of the racquet.
Kelly moaned. She was humiliated, but her body started to react to the pleasure that Heather was inflicting.
“That’s it, good girl,” she said smugly as she continued to thrust. “Make a mess of those panties. Cum, new girl.”
At Heather’s command, Kelly’s body let go, her body trembling under the weight of her captor. She moaned as ripples of pleasure coursed through her at Heather’s hands. She felt the racquet be withdrawn, and her panties pulled between her lips to soak in her juices.
“That’s a good start, but we can do better- get her to the shower,” Heather said to her crew.
Kelly was still floating from her orgasm, and didn’t fight back as the girls lifted her from the bench and carried her to the shower. They sat her on the cold floor while someone took a skipping rope and tied her hands together, lifting her arms above her head and securing them to the shower head.
Kelly’s small breasts were exposed, and she shivered on the cold tile. She didn’t make a sound or fight back- she just prayed they would be done with her soon.
“You look cold, new girl,” Heather said with mock sympathy. Kelly shivered again, and realized that she was being filmed again. “Girls, let’s warm her up,” Heather said with a smirk. “Ashley, you start.”
A voluptuous girl with long black hair approached Kelly. Ashley lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Before Kelly realized what was happening she felt the warm stream of urine on her breasts. Ashley was peeing on her!
The urine ran down Kelly’s breasts, soaking her stomach and eventually her panties. She whimpered in defeat as the next girl took her turn. The warm splash of each girl trickled down Kelly’s skin, every moment caught on camera to be used as blackmail. Kelly took it quietly, tied up in soaking panties.
“Your turn, new girl,” Heather said sweetly. “Those panties need to be soaked in your pee too.”
Kelly looked up at her bullies, tears filling her eyes. She sighed, knowing that she didn’t have a choice. She let her own stream go, adding to the warmth soaking her panties between her legs.
“Good girl, so obedient- maybe you are finally learning,” Heather said. She reached her hand between Kelly’s legs, squeezing her pussy and soaked panties. “Because you’ve been such a good girl, I think we can give you another orgasm before we let you go,” she said.
Heather stood, pulling her own pants and panties down to take her turn peeing on Kelly. “Madeline, rub her clit,” Heather ordered. A smaller girl with blonde hair quickly got between Kelly’s legs, reaching under her soaked panties to stroke her hard clit. Madeline took care to stay out of the way of Heather’s stream as it began.
Heather’s warmth hit her at the same time that warmth started growing between Kelly’s legs. Kelly moaned, grinding her pussy into Madeline’s fingers.
“She likes it,” Madeline said to Heather while she finished.
“Of course she does, the little slut,” Heather said. “Clean my pussy, slut,” Heather ordered.
Kelly opened her eyes to see Heather’s bald pussy in her face. She hesitated, panic welling in her belly along with her orgasm.
“Tongue out, new girl,” Heather ordered sharply. She spread her lips, showing Kelly all of her anatomy.
Kelly obeyed. She stuck her tongue out, tentatively licking the bead of urine off of Heather’s clit.
“You can do better than that, new girl,” Heather challenged.
Kelly licked her again, tasting her saltiness on her tongue. She went back for more and more, licking Heather in time with Madeline stroking her clit. Kelly lost herself in her humiliation, forgetting about the other girls watching and the camera filming her every move. She lapped at Heather’s pussy, cleaning all of the urine from her lips.
Kelly came again, shuddering and moaning as Madeline’s fingers coaxed her body to ecstasy. Heather stifled her moan with her pussy, pressing Kelly’s face into her folds. When she pulled away, Kelly’s face was slick with Heather’s juices.
“I think we have what we need,” Heather said casually as she pulled her panties and pants back up. She removed Kelly’s soaked and messy panties, leaving her tied to the shower head. The girls snapped some more photos of her dripping and exhausted body before Heather finally untied her hands.
“Thanks, new girl- these panties will make one of the guys in our class very happy,” Heather said conversationally. “Now get yourself cleaned up- you wouldn’t want to be late for class!”
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