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Little Abby vs The Tall Girls
No one knows what it's like being the new girl better than me. Being born into a military family and constantly moving to new schools every year never gets any easier. But that was my life.
Making friends was pointless. So I didn't even try anymore. What's the point when you are just going to eventually move again and probably never see them again in your life? There was no point. So I just stuck to myself, and I was happy that way. I didn't mind it at all. I've been use to it my entire life.
It's difficult for me to make friends anyways, since my personality is naturally shy, timid and soft-spoken. I'm sure some people think I'm being rude or snobby by not reaching out, but it's really because I'm just an introvert. Once people get to know me they know I'm extremely nice and caring.
Another problem I suffered from was a true lacking of self-confidence in my appearance, even if it was illogical or unfounded. Even though I've been described as having a very feminine and angelic face, a toned skinny stomach, nice legs and a curvy backside, I couldn't help feel insecure about my small breasts, and it made me feel like I was lacking as a young woman.
I was already 15, a freshman in high school, and I still had such small boobs! It was my biggest insecurity, and along with being super short at barely over 5 feet tall, I seriously felt like a little kid still.
The worst part about this is the combination of being so short and tiny with a shy, timid, introverted personality made me an easy target for malicious bullies who love being mean!
In all my life, I have never had a problem with bullies, because I've come to find out that most people are just good people.
That all changed when my family moved for the 9th time in 9 years.
School number nine was the worst school I've ever been too and it's not even close. It was a high school, so it was by far the biggest school I've ever been to. It was overwhelming how big it was. The halls were overcrowded at all times with unfamiliar faces. It was so loud. The cafeteria by itself was bigger than some of the smaller country schools I attended as a kid. But this school was something else, something I wasn't use too and it really intimidated me.
The first month of school at this enormous high school seemed to fly by. Slowly but surely I was adapting to the changes of going to such a large school and was becoming more comfortable with everything. Even though I haven't made any friends yet and still ate lunch alone, I was getting the hang of everything here.
Except there was just one giant, or you could say TALL problem I had.
Gym class. It was turning into a massive nightmare that I couldn't seem to escape. No other classes I had presented any problems, the teachers were nice, the other students didn't bother me or even really notice me, there was no problems at all.
But then there was Gym class. And the problems I had seemed to get worse and worse everyday. The anxiety I always had going into that class was intense, and for good reason.
The "problems" I had with that class had 3 names. Jenna, Meghan, and the worst of them all, Monica.
All 3 girls were super popular, very tall, athletic, intimidating, and just down right mean!
Jenna and Meghan we're both around 5'9 tall, had pale skin and brunette hair, they were fit and strong and had a massive ego to them. They both looked intimidating on their own right, but it was Monica who scared me the most. She was 6 feet tall, had dark hair and dark eyes with tan olive Italian skin, and had a diabolical face that was both pretty and mean at the same time.
She scared the shit out of me.
And it all started on the first day.
I had the unfortunate privilege of having my gym locker exactly next to all three of them. It was the worst set of luck any girl, but especially a new girl like me could have.
I'll never forget how disrespectful to me they were all because I accidentally placed my bookbag too close to Monica's, the clear leader of the group and the most vicious.
The way she picked up my bookbag and threw it in the trash, the way her friends laughed at me when she did that, the way the other girls looked, some laughing some feeling bad for me, the way she belittled me and insulted me, despite not knowing me at all, just because I "violated her space" is forever seared into my mind and my endless anxiety.
But that was just day one. The bullying from Monica and her two sidekicks didn't stop there.
Almost everyday in the locker room or during Gym class itself there was something new from the gang of 3 tall bully girls.
In the locker room they have intentionally stepped on my feet, bumped into me hard, pushed me down, even going as far as to put gum in my hair and spit on me. Clear instances of actual assault. They call me horrible names to my face and dare me to fight back and say something, but yet, I never do. I wouldn't dare. Other girls look away like they don't even notice, too scared to help me in any way. I'm sure most of them are just happy it's happening to me, and not them. But they all see the way I get treated.
What happens during Gym class isn't any better. Through the first month of the school year. Jenna, Meghan and Monica have intentionally tripped me on the outside track, causing me to fall on the concrete and sometimes bleed. They've kicked a soccer ball in my stomach during soccer, and spiked a volleyball in my face, which was all too easy for them with their tall stature and athletic ability. Every time they "owned" me they always made it known how much they enjoyed it with tons of laughter and taunting. No matter what they did, I never retaliated. Because for one, I was taught to always love and forgive and be nice in the face of cruelness, and for two, they were all very tall, strong, athletic girls who were popular. And I was just little tiny Abby.
But what made me the most uncomfortable out of everything was the way the tall gang of 3 watched and stared as I undressed and changed everyday in gym.
Whenever I walked into gym they would be there waiting for me, even if they themselves were already dressed.
It was what I dreaded the most, even more than the potential of physical violence. The way they would mock and degrade my body infront of everyone, look at me and judge me, try to diminish my already low self esteem about my body image, it really hurt.
"Look at her tiny little titties!"
"Why does she even wear a bra?"
They would say as I took off my shirt and quickly put on the gym class shirt.
"Look at her granny panties!"
"Look how big and jiggly her butt is!"
They laughed and mocked as I would pull down my pants and put my gym shorts on.
Everyday was the same ritual of undressing and getting mocked. They loved it.
As time went on the mocking would get worse, and it went from verbal abuse to physical and sexual abuse.
Within the past couple days whenever I would take off my shirt, to go along with the small breast shaming, Monica would get up and pinch my nipples real hard, causing significant pain. The other two girls would laugh hysterically as she did this to me.
Recently when I've pulled my pants down to change into my gym shorts, one of the tall girls will come over and slap my ass really hard, causing my butt cheek to turn bright red. Once again causing a large amount of laughter among the tall girls.
But what those three bullies pulled last class during change over in the locker room was the worst yet.
As I pulled off my skirt to change into my gym shorts, Monica sprung up from her viewing position and grabbed both my skirt and my gym shorts and ran into the bathroom with them while the other two laughed and cheered.
Humiliated and redfaced, I slowly chased after her around the locker room and into the bathroom in my panties.
Monica had placed my skirt and shorts on top of a bathroom stall and told me to jump up and get them. But she knew I was too short to get them, that was part of the prank.
Monica, along with Jenna and Meghan who had walked in to watch the show started laughing so hard their faces turned red as I hopelessly jumped up trying to grab my clothes in my underwear.
I was so embarrassed I wanted to cry.
"Come on bubble butt! You're going to have to jump higher than that if you want your clothes!" Monica yelled in a cruel voice.
I turned around and faced her, and in the nicest voice possible I asked her to please give me my clothes back.
She looked at me and laughed.
Then walked over to me and towered over me.
"Awwhh, does little Abby want her clothes back?" She said, looking down at me with a mean look. I started to get really intimidated as she stood over me, fearing for the worst.
"Here, let me get that for you." She says, as she pushes the clothes hanging on top of the stall backwards.
"Oops." She said sarcastically.
I quickly walked into the stall and to my disgust, saw that my clothes had fallen into the toilet. I couldn't believe how mean these girls were.
Thankfully the people at this school flush after they are done with the toilet so the only thing that happened were my clothes got a little wet. But now I was forced to wear wet shorts for gym class, to the delight of Jenna, Meghan and ofcourse Monica.
It was clear that the three girls got a wicked perversion from bullying me.
But what was odd was how they only did this to me, from what I could tell, they were never mean to any of the other girls. While it was clear the other girls were also intimidated by them and showed them respect at all times, Jenna, Meghan and Monica never bullied them like they did to me.
What did I do to deserve this fate?
Was it really just because I put my backpack down too close to Monica's on the first day? That can't be it. No one could get that mad from something so minor.
Was it because I'm so soft spoken and quiet? That has to be it, they bully and pick on me because I'm short and quiet. What if I stood up for myself? Even though it's not my personality type to do something like that, I knew I had to try something or the situation would only get worse. These girls were seriously mean and the things they were doing to me were only getting more cruel.
I had already come up with a plan to avoid the humiliation of having to undress infront of the gang of 3. I simply asked to go to the bathroom before Gym class and changed into my gym clothes before hand, that way I could just walk right into the locker room, put my stuff in the locker and walk right into the gym, problem solved!
When the bell rang and it was time to walk to Gym class, I wasn't feeling as anxious as I usually do, normally I feel like I'm on the verge of having a panic attack, but today, I had a little more confidence in my step. I actually couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when they see I'm already in my gym clothes and I don't have to change in front of them!
I walked into the gym locker room calmly and saw the look of disappointment on their faces when they saw that I was already in my gym clothes. They really looked deflated. Take that bullies!
I didn't waste any time though, I quickly opened my locker and threw my bookbag in and got out of there as fast as possible before they could mount any sort of attack on me.
The rest of the gym class went surprisingly smooth. When we did our walk around the track they left me alone, we played volleyball again and they didn't even try to spike the ball off my face. Progress!
This might end up being the most stress free gym class I've ever had. It was almost too good to be true!
My second strategy for completely avoiding the gang of 3 when leaving was to simply hide in the bathroom until everyone left, get my bookbag and then walk home since gym was the last class of the day.
After volleyball, we had what was known as "free time" where students could do anything they wanted in the massive gym for the remainder of the period until the bell rang. As always I just sat by myself on the wall and read a book. But I found myself repeatedly taking looks at the big three wondering what they were up to and why they were so laid back today. They were just sitting among themselves, talking, whispering into each other's ears, which was pretty unusual during free time when they normally play basketball with the boys.
For some reason I started to get a little nervous wondering what they were planning over there, they looked serious.
I decided to stick to my plan no matter what. Run to the toilet stall as soon as the bell rings and hide there until there is no sound coming from the locker room. Then it would be safe to come out. Monica is usually one of the first people to leave anyways, I was sure I would be safe if I just waited.
The bell rang and I sprang into action. I was one of the first girls into the locker room and I ran straight to the stall and played the waiting game.
Minutes felt like hours as the noise of the girls in the locker room slowly but surely quieted down as girls began to change and then head home.
Soon the entire locker room was completely quiet.
I waited an extra couple minutes just to make sure before slowly and quietly walking out the bathroom stall to my locker.
I kneeled down at my locker and opened up and my heart sank.
My bookbag wasn't in here! What the fuck! It has everything important in it!
"Looking for this you conniving bitch?" An emerging Monica asked, holding my bookbag over her head.
My body instantly became overcome with anxiety at what I was seeing.
Suddenly Jenna and Meghan appeared behind me. I was now trapped and there was no one else in the locker room at all. I felt numb. I wanted to disappear so bad but I knew I couldn't. I didn't know how to act.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Look at her! She's frozen!"
I finally snapped out of my daze for long enough to stutter out a response.
"M-monica p-please can I-I just have my b-bookbag so I g-go home."
Monica burst out into laughter.
I seriously felt afraid.
"Get on your hands and knees, bitch, you need to be taught a lesson." Monica ordered.
"W-w-what?" I say as I looked around the room in panic.
"What are you looking at? There's no one here but us, no one here to save you, now get on your hands and knees." Monica ordered again, this time in a harsher voice.
Suddenly, a rush of bravery consumed my body. I realized this was it. I could submit to these bullies, or I could make a stand once and for all.
"NO!" I shouted defiantly, still shaking a bit.
Monica looked stunned at my sudden bravery, before doubling down on her orders.
"I SAID GET YOUR CUTE LITTLE ASS ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES BITCH!" Monica shouted.
"NO, I'M NOT!" I shouted again, feeling even braver than before.
Monica looked up at Jenna and Meghan before speaking.
"Girls, go lock the door, this might be more of a pain than we planned."
Even as Jenna and Meghan went to lock the door I didn't back down, I was tired of being bullied and ready to defend myself once and for all. I had to!
I was so nervous, but I was ready, adrenaline poured throughout my body as I prepared to defend myself against whatever they had planned.
Monica walked forward. My heart was pounding. She got closer and closer. Until she was just a couple feet infront of me. She had a seriously evil look on her face. How can a girl who looks so pretty also look so evil at the same time?
The height difference between us was laughable. She made me look like a little girl. I began to get more nervous as my brain slowly started to register just how tall and strong Monica was. She was almost a foot taller than me.
But it didn't matter. I had no choice now. I was born into a military family. I was tough! I am strong! I can defend myself no matter what! Bring it on!
"Hands and knees, now." Monica ordered in a more relaxed voice, pointing to the floor.
"NO!!!!" I shouted defiantly.
Monica walked even closer until she was standing right in front of me.
"Do it little girl or I'll make you."
"NEVER!" I say as I pushed her backwards and off of me as hard as I could. It was on now!
"That's the best you got little mosquito tits?" Monica laughed.
She wasn't even phased in the slightest, I started to get worried. I knew the odds were heavily stacked against me but I had no choice.
She closed in on me again and pointed to the floor.
"Get on your hands and knees."
"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled and pushed her back again, this time even harder than before.
I pushed her back as hard as I could... but it barely even moved her.
SLAP
Monica slapped me in the face with considerable force, so hard the sound echoed throughout the locker room.
"OOOOHHHHHH!!!!" Meghan and Jenna yelled, cheering Monica on.
"Whoop her ass Monica!"
"Put her in her place!"
I was absolutely stunned. I was dazed and dizzy from her slap. I didn't know what to do. The pain was overwhelming. I've never been hit before in my life!
"Would you like another slap or are you going to be a good girl and get on your hands and knees?" Monica said while laughing. This was all a game to her.
Suddenly another rush of adrenaline blitzed through my body and I was once again ready to defend myself at all costs.
I curled my right hand into a fist and lunged it at Monica's face. I was going to punch her head right off!
SWING
The next thing I knew, I was thrown on the floor laying on my back.
It all happened so fast.
Monica had grabbed my hand, blocking my punch, then effortlessly flung me to the floor. I was stunned.
All the girls burst out into laughter.
"Wow she's so strong!" One girl joked.
"How fucking pathetic!" The other girl shouted.
"I'm barely even trying! This is the easiest fight of my life. What a weak little bitch!" Monica said while laughing.
The mixture of intense fear, humiliation and adrenaline rushing throughout my blood made this such a surreal moment. It was like I was in a nightmare. But this was real. Once again I became frozen in place, lying on the floor.
"You look so much cuter lying on the floor little mosquito tits, how about you be a good girl and stay there, because that's where you belong." Monica said in a vicious tone.
Part of me wanted to just start crying, but there was still something inside me telling me to fight back. I fucking hated her! I HATED HER!
"STAY DOWN BITCH!" Meghan and Jenna said, watching with glee.
NEVER! I WILL FIGHT TO THE END! I refuse to lay down!
One final rush of adrenaline poured through my veins and I was ready to get up and fight once more!
I sprung to my feet and just charged at Monica. I ran at her as fast and as strong as I could and tried to tackle her to the ground.
I ran directly at her and slammed right into her.
But she didn't move.
Suddenly, in one quick, smooth motion, Monica grabbed my hair and threw me head first into the locker. Then she came up from behind me and tossed me on the cold hard floor and jumped on top of me as I laid in pain on my back.
She straddled my entire body.
Her hands held down my hands. Her legs were on top of my legs.
I literally couldn't move.
It was over.
The other girls were jumping and cheering as Monica threw me to the ground an immobilized me.
I struggled for a brief moment. I used every last ounce of energy I had to try to move and get her off of me. But it was like trying to move a boulder. She was so strong. So powerful. She had me pinned down completely and there was no hope.
I now had no energy left in my body. Monica had me pinned down so tight that I couldn't move at all. The pain from her slap, her throwing me to the ground, her shoving me face first into the locker was all now overwhelming me. I started to seriously regret ever even trying to fight her. I felt so stupid. So weak and pathetic. Now I was completely at her mercy. The mercy of such an evil girl, this was not good.
"You are the weakest bitch I've ever fought, and I have fought a lot of weak little bitches." Monica said as she looked down on me. Smirking.
"First thing is first. I want an apology and I want it now."
"S-s-sorry." I say in a soft, pathetic voice. Too scared to even look Monica in the eyes.
Monica spit in my face with so much force that it felt like I got hit with a spray hose. It was all over my face.
"SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" Monica ordered.
"I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry Monica p-please b-believe m-me. I'm sorry!!!" I say as I started to cry, the tears mixing in with Monica's disgusting spit that was all over my face.
"What do you think girls, was that good enough for you?" Monica asked as she looked over to her friends, still smiling from ear to ear.
"Eh, I guess that was okay." Jenna said.
"I think she's really starting to learn her place." Meghan chirped.
Monica looked back down at me with an evil grin, still holding me down tightly in her powerful grip.
"I can't believe you bitch. First you try to pull one over on us by changing before gym, trying to make a fool out of us, then you have the audacity to challenge me? Do you know who I am bitch?" Monica said in a scorching tone.
"You're going to be taught a lesson you will never forget, and after that you will be taught some manners. We are going to teach you what your place is. You are going to become our little bitch girl permanently. Got it? You belong to us now."
Monica leaned her face in closer to mind until it was right on top of mine.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU LITTLE BITCH?" Monica said so loudly it made my ears ring.
As I laid on the ground, unable to move because Monica had me beat up and pinned down, I could feel every last shred of hope disappear from my body.
"Y-y-yes M-monica. I-I understand." I say in a sad, defeated voice.
"NO! I WANT YOU TO LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHILE YOU SAY IT. LOOK ME IN THE EYES!"
This entire time as Monica had me completely pinned to the floor, I was too scared to look her in the eyes. I just kept looking down. I didn't want to look her in the eyes. I was too scared. But I knew I had to or things could go from bad to worse.
Slowly but surely I rose my eyes until finally, they were looking directly into the eyes of Monica, whose face was directly over mine.
It was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in my life.
I could see all the hatred, evil, and need for domination in her eyes. Monica was unlike anything I've ever seen in my life.
She scared me so fucking much. I was terrified of her. And she knew it.
"I-I understand M-Monica, I'm s-so s-sorry. P-please forgive me." I say as I looked into the depths of her dark brown eyes.
"Good girl." Monica said, sounding genuinely impressed with me.
"Jenna, bring me a towel. Meghan, bring me the ropes from my bookbag." Monica ordered.
"Yes Monica, right away." The two girls said almost in unison.
As the two girls went to fetch the items Monica ordered them to get, Monica remained ontop of me, holding me firm in her grip as she held me tightly on the floor. Continuing to look directly in my eyes.
"You know, I actually think you're kinda cute, you're going to make a good little slave girl." She says with a cruel grin.
I didn't even have time to register what she had said before Jenna and Meghan had arrived with their items.
Monica quickly grabbed the towel from Jenna and proceeded to gingerly clean my face with it, wiping away the tears, the spit, and a small bit of blood off me.
"There we go. Much better." Monica said as she finished wiping my face clean. Almost sounding nice.
"Meghan, hand me the ropes, it's time to teach this little girl her place." Monica said sounding very excited.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Meghan said as she handed Monica the ropes.
"Ohhh yess!!!" Jenna said, clapping in excitement.
"She's never going to forget this." Monica said as she untangles the ropes.
"So you think you don't have to undress infront of us anymore, huh bitch?"
"Well we will just undress you ourselves then." Monica said as she began tugging my shirt off and over my head. Leaving me in just my bra and short gym shorts.
All the girls started laughing again.
"WHERE ARE HER TITS?" Jenna joked.
"This is why we call you mosquito tits, bitch." Meghan laughed.
"Seriously, there's no reason for you to even wear a bra, you won't be needing this." Monica said, as she dug her hands under my back and undid my bra, revealing my tiny breasts and pink nipples.
"You don't have tits bitch, from now on you aren't allowed to wear a bra ever again, there's no point, do you understand me, little girl?" Monica said, looking directly in my eyes again.
Defeated and humiliated beyond belief, all I did was look up at her and obeyed.
"Y-yes Monica, I understand." I say in a weak and pathetic voice.
"Good girl."
"Meghan, come hold her hands together while I tie them up." Monica ordered.
"Yes Monica." Jenna said as she walked over and held my wrists together.
Monica wasted no time tying the ropes tightly around my wrists, keeping them firmly in place.
"I'm sorry but I just can't resist!" Monica shouted.
She reached down and groped my small breasts, then grasped my nipples and twisted them, causing some pain.
Monica and the other girls erupted in laughter as I just sat there and took it.
"You'll never be a real woman with these little tits, you'll always just be a little girl, a little bitch, our little bitch. Got it?" Monica said looking down at me.
"Yes Monica." I replied. Her words cut deep but what was I going to do about it? Nothing.
Monica grabbed me and swiftly turned me over onto my stomach.
"Thought you could one up us huh? Well look at you now bitch." Monica said proudly.
She rose her left hand up high in the air and landed it down hard on my ass.
*SLAP.
Ouch!
"Meghan and Jenna, get her shoes off." Monica ordered.
Once again the two girls wasted no time obeying Monica's orders as they rushed over and took off my shoes and socks.
"Put them in my bag." Monica said. Making me more nervous. What are they doing with my stuff? I just want this to be over with! But once again, there was nothing I could do, except be at there complete mercy.
"How much do you want to bet she's wearing granny panties again?" Monica joked to the other girls.
"Ofcourse she is, this bitch has no style at all." Jenna responded.
"Its probably all she has." Meghan laughed.
"Well let's find out." Monica said as she grabbed my shorts and slowly slid them down and off my body.
The girls once again erupted in laughter.
"GRANNY PANTIES! GRANNY PANTIES! GRANNY PANTIES." The girls chanted and laughed.
The girls were laughing so hard they could barely breathe. They were enjoying this so much. They were loving every second.
Meanwhile I just laid there, trapped, wishing I could disappear.
"New rule bitch, no more wearing bras, and no more wearing these cringeworthy granny panties! Got it?" Monica scolded.
"B-b-but those are t-the only u-underwear I have M-Monica." I blurt out.
The girls started laughing so hard I thought they would pass out. They were having the time of their life.
"You're such a fucking nerd!" Monica shouted as she once again gave my ass a nice hard slap.
"But you know what? What she lacks in tits, she makes up for in ass, don't you girls agree?" Monica said, as she forcefully pulled my granny panties off my body.
"Oh absolutely" Jenna agreed.
"She does have a hot ass, I think it needs to be spanked!" Meghan stated.
"Go throw these in the trash where they belong." Monica said, handing my panties to Jenna.
"I'd love to." Jenna said as she eagerly got up and threw them in the trash.
I now sat face down, completely naked on the hard cold floor of my high school's locker room, hands tied and beaten and bruised. My already low self-esteem had been completely destroyed by these three girls and I had no idea when it would end. I could feel my will power breaking, I was starting to believe what they were saying about me.
Too scared to even speak, I just sat there at their mercy.
The room suddenly got quiet as Monica got up. The only sound in the entire locker room was Monica going through her bags.
Suddenly Monica walked back over to me and took a seat on my back, like it was some sort of pillow.
"Jenna, come hold her feet together while I tie this rope around them." Monica ordered.
"There we go, she looks much better like this." Monica laughs after tying my feet together, leaving me completely paralyzed.
"How many do you think she deserves girls?" Monica asked, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Atleast 20!" Jenna shouted.
"Give her 50!" Meghan screamed.
"Oh my gosh Meghan! You're so violent! 50 it is then." Monica said.
"Is the camera on Jenna?" Monica asked.
"Yes Ma'am! The video is rolling!" Jenna responded.
"This will teach you to never fuck with me again bitch! No one ever disrespects Monica and gets away with it. I am a fucking QUEEN and you are nothing but a little servant girl, and don't you ever fucking forget it!" Monica screamed out, sounding scarier than ever.
Suddenly Monica unleashed her fury on my ass.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
She spanked my ass hard, 10 spanks, 5 on each cheek, as Jenna and Meghan counted out loud.
They weren't super hard, but they still hurt! My poor butt!
"Mhmmmm, 10 down, 40 more to go!" Monica said, clearly enjoying this.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
Monica landed 10 more hard spanks on my ass as the girls continued to count.
"Spank her ass good Monica!" Meghan shouted.
"Oh that's so fucking hot!" Jenna added.
"I haven't heard any pouting over there from little tits, maybe she's liking all of this, or maybe, I'm not spanking her cute ass hard enough!" Monica announced.
"10 MORE COMING UP!" Monica yelled.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
Monica hit my ass harder this time, causing more pain. The sound of my ass getting spanked was now echoing louder throughout the locker room as Jenna and Meghan continued to count.
"Still didn't hear any complaints, I guess I'm not spanking hard enough!" Monica said.
"MAKE HER CRY MONICA!" Meghan yelled.
"HARDER! HARDER!" Jenna added.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
Monica was now spanking my ass considerably harder, so hard that it was causing my eyes to water up from the pain. I couldn't take much more of this.
"Owwwww!! Ahhhhh!!!!" I yell out in pain. Trying to get some sympathy.
"Oh she's starting to feel the burn now!" Monica laughed.
"Look how red her ass is getting!" Jenna said.
"FINISH HER OFF!" Meghan shouted, really getting excited.
"Oh I am, this is going to be fun." Monica said, as she grabbed both my ass cheeks firmly with her strong hands and began to rub them.
"Prepare yourself little tits, I want to warn you, this is not going to feel good, but this is what you deserve for being such a little weakling trying to one over us. Girls, give me a countdown!"
Meghan and Jenna started to countdown from 5:
"FIVE.. FOUR... THREE... TWO... ONE!!!" They shouted.
Suddenly, Monica unleashed her final fury on my exposed, defenseless butt.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
"OWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs as I began to cry. The pain was unbearable. Tears started to stream down my face from the spanking.
"Now that's a proper spanking!" Monica declared, feeling very proud.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK! SHE'S CRYING! SHE'S CRYING!" Meghan cheered out.
"I got all of that on film, fuck that was so hot!" Jenna stated.
"Did I make her cry? Fuck yes, that's how you know it's a good spanking!" Monica stated as she turned around and looked at me.
"What a little baby! Waaahhh! Waaahhh!" Monica mocked.
"Make sure you get her cute little crying face in the video." Monica ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!" Jenna said as she came over and kneeled down next to me, putting her recording IPhone next to my face.
"There we go! Cry harder for the camera! Little baby!" Jenna taunted.
It was at this moment that the last shred of fight in my body was destroyed and I completely gave up hope. These girls were so sadistic and cruel that they destroyed my spirit. Who was I kidding, these girls own me. Trying to resist them would only make things worse. Seeing the camera in my face as they recorded and mocked me really put the severity of this situation into perspective. There was no telling what they would do with this video. They could do anything. Show anyone. Oh well. I guess I deserve it for being so weak. I didn't care anymore. I really was their little bitch.
"Holy fuck Jenna get over here and get a close up of her butt! It's turning bright red!"
"Coming!" Jenna shouted as she moved the phone right over my ass.
"That is one properly spanked ass!" Jenna proclaimed.
"She's not going to be able to sit down for a week!" Meghan laughed.
"Sometimes I even impress myself at my greatness. I bet she's really regretting pulling that little stunt now." Monica said.
Suddenly, Monica turned around while still straddling my back. She leaned down next to me, grabbed my hair and pulled it back, and got right into my face.
"Have you learned your lesson yet, little tits?" Monica asked in a cruel voice.
"Y-y-yes M-Monica I'm s-s-soooo s-s-sorry!" I say while sobbing.
"You better be bitch." Monica scowled.
"Jenna, get over here and record this." Monica ordered.
Jenna wasted no time kneeling down right next to us as Monica continued to hold my hair in a firm grip as she held my head up directly next to hers.
"You're my little bitch and I want to hear you say it. Look directly into the camera and say that you're Monica's little bitch. SAY IT!" Monica ordered, as she tightened her grip in my hair and turned it to face Jenna, holding her phone recording me.
"I-I'm M-Monica's l-little b-b-bitch!" I say looking directly into the camera as tears ran down my face.
Monica started laughing like a devil at hearing me speak those words.
"Good girl!" Meghan shouted.
"Good little bitch!" Jenna said behind the camera.
"That's right bitch. You belong to me now. You're my property." Monica declared.
"Alright that's enough, stop recording, we got some great footage." Monica ordered.
"I want to take a couple pics now." Monica said as she let go of my hair and rose to her feet.
"Hand me the phone." Monica ordered.
Jenna handed Monica the phone and she walked up behind me.
"Get on your hands and knees like I ordered you to do earlier back when you were being a little bitch. I think this time you aren't going to disobey." She said while laughing.
She was right. I didn't even think of disobeying. With my hands still tied, I managed to gather enough strength to lift myself up and get into the position ordered by Monica.
Monica quickly kneeled down and started taking pics of my completely exposed and spanked backside.
"I'll tell you what girls." Monica said while taking pics.
"She has a cute little pussy!" Monica declared. As I could feel Monica holding the phone just inches away from my exposed vagina.
"These are some hot pics! Holy shit!" Monica said, as she continued to snap pictures of my naked body.
"Okay, I think we are almost done here. I just want to take one more pic." Monica says as she hands the phone to Jenna and walks infront of me.
"Actually, get this on video." Monica orders to Jenna. "Tell me when the camera is rolling."
"Annnnnd action!" Jenna shouts.
"Okay little tits, let's make one last thing loud and clear. Your place belongs at my feet, that's where you belong, that's all your worth. Don't forget that. Now bend down and kiss my shoes. NOW!" Monica yelled as she stepped forward and stuck her right shoe out.
"I WANT 5 KISSES ON THIS FOOT. AND 5 ON THE OTHER. GOT IT?" She screamed loudly, reigniting my anxiety.
"Yes Monica." I say in the saddest voice you could imagine as I bend down and begin to pelt her shoe with my submissive kisses.
After I kissed her right foot 5 times Monica stuck out her other shoe and I immediately began pelting that one with another set of 5 kisses.
Just when I thought I couldn't feel anymore shame, having to bend down and kiss her shoes as I was bound, beaten and naked while being recorded really set my feelings of shame to new heights. There was no coming back from this.
"Holy fuck, look at this tiny tit bitch. This entire plan went better than I ever expected, just completely put her in her place. Amazing job girls!" Monica said to Jenna and Meghan.
"Alright, you girls ready to go? We need to get ready for our basketball game later.
"Ready!" Meghan said.
"Yeah let's get the fuck out of here." Jenna hollered.
My heart almost fell out of my chest from pure anxiety. WHAT! They were just going to leave me here tied up and naked? No! No!
"Monica!" I shout out.
"I am s-s-so s-sorry for d-disrespecting your greatness! P-p-p-plleaaassee! D-don't leave me h-here. I-I j-just w-want t-to go home! P-please!" I say, tears of fear running down my cheeks again as the reality of the situation started to overwhelm me.
All three girls once again, started laughing hard at my pathetic plea.
"No I just think we will leave you here. The girl's volleyball team has a game later, they can untie when they come in here later. Bye!"
"M-M-Monica!! P-Please!! I-I'm sorry! P-PLEASE! M-MONICA! I'LL D-DO ANYTHING! I-I'M SOOOO S-SORRY! Y-YOU C-CANT J-JUST LEAVE ME HERE! P-P-PLEASE!!! M-MONICA!!!!" I beg emphatically, as I now started to cry uncontrollably. I was pouring my heart out to her. Surely she had some good in her! This is too cruel!
"Awwwhhh, I'm almost starting to feel bad for her!" Monica laughed.
"You girls go, I'll deal with little tits myself." Monica stated.
"Alright girl, cya later!" Jenna said.
"Bye Monica, love you!" Meghan said, as both girls picked up their bags and headed out the door.
Monica walked over to me and knelt down, as I still laid bound on my hands and knees.
She sat down behind me, grabbed my stomach, effortlessly lifted me up like a small child and placed me down on her lap.
"There there little girl, you're such a crybaby you know that?" Monica whispered into my ear as I sat naked in her lap.
She began to rub my back with one hand and rub my exposed legs with her other.
"I think you've learned your lesson today, I think you've been taught your place, isn't that right, did you learn your lesson today little tits?" She asked in a very calm, almost caring voice.
"Y-y-yes M-Monica, I'm s-s-so s-s-sorry for disrespecting y-your g-greatness. I'll n-never do it a-again I-I p-promise! I've learnt m-my lesson!" I said, still shaking and crying.
"There there, everything's going to be okay little girl." Monica whispered, as she brushed my hair back behind my ears and began to plant small kisses on the side of my face.
She lifted her hands up to my tiny breasts and began to caress them, periodically pinching my nipples.
As crazy as this sounds, after all the abuse, trauma and humiliation I had to endure earlier, it felt very, very good the way Monica started to treat me. I couldn't believe the way my body was reacting to her kisses, her touch, it felt like betrayal. What was wrong with me!
Monica began to lower her kisses from my cheeks down to my neck as she continued to caress my small breasts and nipples.
My body was seriously heating up, I couldn't believe what was happening, if what happened earlier wasn't surreal enough this was even crazier! Was this the same girl who abused and beat me up earlier? I was so confused. My brain was spinning and my heart started to pound. I have never been intimate with anyone before in my short life, boy or girl, I've never really even had sexual thoughts or interests. But what Monica was doing to me, it felt... it felt so good! Even if it didn't make sense, I liked it!
There was no doubt my body was reacting to Monica's kisses and her touches. The crying and shaking stopped and I suddenly felt my body heating up, I strangely felt safe in Monica's long strong arms as she caressed me. It was like none of the hatred and abuse she directed towards me even happened.
The side of my face and neck were now soaking wet with Monica's licks and kisses, and my tiny little nipples became rock hard. What was happening!
"I don't think you'll ever be disrespecting me again, I know you've learned your lesson. You know your place now. You belong to me now. And now that I have you, I'm never going to let go. I fucking own you. You're mine."
Just then Monica gave my suddenly rock hard nipples their hardest pinch yet which caused my to inadverntly let out a soft moan.
"Ohhh, I think little tits likes having her nipples played with huh." Monica whispered.
"What a naughty little girl."
My body was now on fire from Monica's touches. Sexual sensations I have never felt before in my life were now overwhelming my body, and it felt amazing, as crazy as it sounds, Monica was making me feel, really really good!
Monica gave my nipples once final pinch before slowly moving her fingers down my body. Getting lower and lower. The feeling of her touches on my body was unreal. I was on fire. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even realize that my vagina was now wet with excitement. But Monica's fingers would soon discover that.
Monica's fingers slowly drifted down my stomach and into my small patch of pubic hair, and squeezed through my thighs and right down to my pussy.
"Uh oh, what's going on down there little tits? Your pussy is soaking!" Monica said with excitement.
"Mhmmmm god, I love a nice soaking wet pussy to play with." Monica said as she continued to rub her fingers all over my vagina.
Still bound by Monica's own ropes, I was in no position to resist any of this, but even if I could, I don't think I would! She had my body on fire and ready to blow!
More and more soft moans left my mouth as Monica worked her magic on my vagina. She clearly has some experience in this field. That was for sure. I had zero.
Her fingers started to move faster and faster and I was starting to lose my mind. This felt soooooo good!
"Look how wet your little pussy is! I knew you were a lesbian. I can sense these things." Monica said with a laugh, as she for the first time, inserted a couple fingers inside me.
Not even fully registering what she was saying to me I let out my loudest moan yet.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh God!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!" I moan as these feelings of pleasure overtook my body.
"Oh my! I think little tits is in heaven isn't she. What a naughty little lesbian slut."
Just as I felt like I was about to explode from Monica's fingers working magic, she just stopped.
"God, you are absolutely soaking. I can't believe how quickly I was able to turn you into my little slut. You are so easy!" Monica laughed.
"Hang on, I need to have a taste." Monica said, as she took her fingers which were soaking wet with my pussy juice and shoved them in her mouth and licked them off.
"Mhmmmm, that's wonderful. Okay, enough playing around, I'm fucking hungry!"
Monica proceeded to pick me up and place me down on the long narrow bench in between the two sets of lockers. With my feet still bound, she pushed my legs back until my knees were touching my stomach.
And then... she unleashed an oral assault on my pussy.
If the feeling of her fingers inside me was cloud nine, this was cloud one thousand. The feeling of her soaking wet, clearly skilled tongue all over my virgin pussy was too much to handle.
"Ohhh my god!! This is crazy!! This feels sooo good Monica! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I shout out as the pleasure builds and builds.
Monica was absolutely going to town all over my pussy. She was licking like a wild woman, her tongue felt like it was on all parts of my pussy all at once. I didn't know how much more of this I could take before I exploded in pleasure.
I continued to moan in pure delight as Monica licked every part of my pussy with her tongue. It was like all the pain and abuse of earlier never happened and I was in my own little world of happiness.
Monica was so good at this. Too good. There was no way this was her first time eating pussy, she was clearly a seasoned veteran despite just being a freshman in high school.
Monica was starting to get in a real rhythm, licking up and down, stabbing my clit with her tongue and then sucking my pussy lips. It was all too much.
I erupted in orgasmic pleasure. All from Monica's amazing tongue.
"OHHHHHHH MONICA. IT FEELS SO GOOD. I THINK IM GOING TO EXPLODE! AHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed out, as the orgasm took over my body.
Monica gave my pussy once last tender kiss before rising to her feet.
"Oh my god. That was some seriously delicious pussy." Monica said.
"I'm definitely going to be keeping you around for quite awhile as my little pet, you're too good to let go of." She said as she took a seat next to my resting head.
"I'm going to turn you into my personal little pussy slave girl, where I can have all of my sexual desires fulfilled whenever I need them to, I've always wanted to have my own sex slave. How does that sound, are you ready to be my personal sex slave, little tits?" Monica asked me as she started gently playing my hair.
"Yes Monica, anything for you." I say, still slowly recovering from that insanely powerful orgasm.
"That's a good little slave girl." Monica said, as she continued to caress my hair and began to rub my face.
"All it took was one little ass whooping to turn you into an obedient little pussy bitch, I'm impressed, some other girls it usually takes 3 or 4 beatings, but you submitted so quickly, you're so small, and weak, that's why you need a powerful beautiful girl like me to guide you. Do you understand little tits?" Monica asked in a condescending tone.
"Yes, Monica." I reply, in a submissive voice.
There was no denying it at this point. Monica fucking owned me. And the craziest thing about all of this was not only had my brain accepted the fact that Monica owned me, but it was embracing it. I was starting to agree with everything she said about me. Who was I kidding. She was right. I was small, timid, weak and pathetic. Monica on the other hand was tall, confident, beautiful and strong. She was the strongest girl I've ever seen. It was pointless to try to resist her. It would only make things worse.
I was no longer Abby at this point. I was Monica's little pussy slave.
After a brief moment of silence as I sat on the bench, my hands and feet still bound by rope, and Monica rubbing and caressing my face and hair, Monica finally spoke.
"I think it's time we completed your training." Monica said in a calm voice.
"My pussy is on fire and I need you to take care of it. It's been soaking wet since the moment I easily pinned you to the ground and forced you to submit. And then when I was spanking you, it was throbbing. And now you need to take care of this, you're going to learn to be a proper pussy eating slut, then once you're done taking care of this pussy, I will untie you and let you go home, I promise." Monica says, in an authoritarian voice.
"Yes, Monica, I will do my best to serve you." I say, even surprising myself by how eager I sound.
"Very good. I love your new attitude. You're going to make a fine pussy slut." Monica says as she rises to her feet.
I stay still, lying on my back on the narrow bench as I can hear Monica just inches away from me start to take off her long white pants and thong.
"Oh my god, my pussy is soaking, it's literally dripping. Are you going to take care of this pussy, slave?" The now naked from the waist down Monica asked.
"Yes Monica, I'm ready to serve." I say as my heart once again began to pound hard, in anticipation of what I knew I was about to have to do.
"GOOD BITCH. NOW GET OVER HERE!" Monica yelled loudly.
In one quick swift motion, Monica grabbed hold of my hair tightly with her right hand and dragged me off the bench and onto my knees, with my face just inches away from her pussy.
This was the first time in my life I've seen another girl's vagina, unlike my vagina which had pubes, her pussy was completely shaven. Her pussy was almost shining from all the wetness. I sat on my knees and just stared at it. It was hard to explain, but I found myself in a sense of awe at her pussy.
"Take a good look at it little tits, because this pussy owns you. This pussy owns your entire life. Now say it, I want to hear you say it!" Monica ordered.
"This. Pussy. Owns. Me." I say, in an almost trance like state.
"GET THAT TONGUE OUT! NOW!" Monica ordered, sounding like an army general.
I stuck out my tongue without hesitation.
Almost immediately upon sticking my tongue out, Monica shoved my head forward, forcing my tongue to come into direct contact with her soaking wet pussy.
Everything happened so fast it was hard for my brain to process it all. All I knew was my tongue was now on Monica's pussy and I needed to do everything in my ability to give her the pleasure she deserves. Nothing else mattered. I had to make sure Monica was served properly. It's all I cared about.
Monica's grip in my hair was so tight, so powerful. She shoved my head as tightly as possible up against her pussy, then she proceeded to move it up and down, forcing my tongue to lick every inch of her wetness.
"That's right bitch, get your tongue nice and deep in there, good girl! Mhmmm ohh yeah, that's a good slut! Ohhhh yes! Fuck! Ooohhhhh!!!!" Monica yelled out.
Hearing Monica scream and moan in pleasure from what I was doing gave me the most intense dopamine rush I've ever experienced. I wanted to impress her. I wanted to please her. I wanted her to be proud of me.
I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I swirled my tongue around all over Monica's soaking wet pussy. Her pussy juice was dripping into my mouth as I did my best to worship Monica's goddess pussy. And here's the craziest part about all of this: Her pussy tasted kind of... good! It had a somewhat sweet taste to it, the smell was so powerful aswell. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe any of this. I was eating Monica's pussy! And I liked it! I liked having my tongue all over Monica's sex. The idea of pleasing someone so strong, confident and powerful made me feel so alive.
Monica's moans got louder as my tongue licked and licked all over her. My jaw was starting to really get sore, but I was determined to keep licking her until Monica was fully satisfied.
"SUCK MY CLIT! NOW! SUCK IT!" Monica screamed.
I wasted no time throwing my exhausted tongue on her clit and began sucking it with my lips. I could feel Monica's body tense up as my love attack on her clit began to overwhelm her.
Monica let out what sounded like a war cry as she orgasmed all over my face.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES PUSSY SLAVE. FUCK YES!!!! OHHHHH YESSS!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Monica yelled as she came, her grip on my hair tightened.
"Oh FUCK! That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, you truly are an amazing pussy eater. You're a true natural you know that little tits?" Monica said, still breathing heavy.
She let go of my hair and took a seat on the bench and started to dress.
"I can't wait to tell the girls about what an amazing little pussy slut you are, they are all going to want their turn, you know that? And you are going to treat my friends the same way you treat me, like a GODDESS." Monica stated.
"Yes Monica, whatever you want." I say, meaning every bit of it. I was truly a different person now.
Monica finished dressing and knelt down next to me as I still sat on my knees, naked and bound.
"You're an amazing slut, there's no way that was your first pussy! No way!" Monica said, clearly impressed with my oral skills.
"Yup! That was my first time!" I say proudly.
Monica smiled, then leaned down some more and planted a huge kiss right on my lips. Oh my god! She was kissing me! My very first kiss! My heart was pounding and my head was once again spinning, but I was loving every second of it. Monica was kissing me so passionately. She wrapped her strong arms around me and pushed up onto her lap as she continued to make out with me. I couldn't believe the way my body reacted to her touch, her kiss, it was such a betrayal considering what she did to me earlier, but my body made it clear how I really felt, I loved being Monica's little bitch!
Monica's hand traveled down my back until they reached my butt. She cupped both my ass cheeks hard as she continued to kiss me, her tongue all in my mouth. Our tongues swirling, trading each other's pussy juices.
Suddenly and without warning, the entrance to the locker room flung open and the sound of a bunch of girls talking could be heard.
My heart sank into my stomach. Oh god!
But Monica didn't panic.
Monica almost instantly, lifted me up and over her shoulders and sprinted into the bathroom before the girls could clear the hall and walk into the locker room. I felt like a little girl being carried by her mother as Monica carried us to safety.
Once inside the bathroom stall, Monica shut and locked the door and took a seat on the toilet and placed me back in her lap. My heart was still going a million miles per hour, but even as more and more girls walked in the locker room, I felt completely safe in Monica's strong, powerful arms.
"It's okay little tits, I don't think they saw us." Monica whispered in my ear.
"Thank you." I respond sincerely as I started to calm down.
For the next 20 minutes, I sat on Monica's lap and rested my head on her shoulder as she rubbed my back and legs as the girl's volleyball came inside the lockeroom, changed and finally left.
It was during this period that my transformation became complete, I was no longer Abby and would never be her again, I was now Monica's little slave and I wouldn't want it any other way. I loved her and wante to serve her.
Once the locker room became totally quiet Monica lowered her hands to my rope tied around my wrists and began to untie me. She then got up and untied the rope around my feet, and for the first time in well over an hour, my body was free.
"Stay here little tits, I'm going to go get your bookbag." Monica said as she got up and exited the bathroom stall.
"Yes Monica." I reply.
She returns with my bookbag and I hastily put on my short skirt and sleeveless t-shirt and we walk out of the locker room together.
"I'll drive you home, I want to make sure my favorite little slave girl is safe and sound." Monica said as she grabbed my hand and held it.
I looked like an elementary school student being guided by a teacher as Monica held my hand and walked me to her car.
Once again, I was unable to explain these bizarre feelings I was feeling as Monica held my hand tightly and guided me to her car like I was her child. I felt completely happy and content with being Monica's servant. It didn't make sense but it was true. I just wanted to please her, it's all I cared about now.
Monica opens the door to the passenger side and I promptly take a seat.
"Where do you live little tits?" Monica asks as she turns on the car.
"Oh, I just live a couple blocks down actually, I usually walk home from school everyday." I respond.
"Not anymore you don't, I'm going to make sure little tits the pussy slave gets taken care of from now." Monica says as she began to rub my leg with her right hand.
Once again just the way Monica touched me sent shockwaves throughout my body, it was so powerful.
"Thank you Monica, you're such an amazing person." I respond sincerely as I looked up at her. I would do anything for her.
"I know I am." She responds as she drives off.
Monica's right hand continued to drift upward and upward my thigh and up into my panty-less skirt I was wearing until finally she reached my still, soaking wet pussy.
I didn't say anything or dare to resist in any way as Monica's hand did as it pleased.
"You dirty little slut, you're still a waterfall down there. Beautiful." Monica smirked.
I instinctively let out a soft moan and spread my legs wider as Monica began to rub my pussy.
Just as the pleasure was building and I could feel another orgasm brewing, it all abruptly ended as Monica pulled up to the driveway of my house and released her hand from my yearning pussy. I felt a sense of emptiness as her hand left my pussy.
"You're not free to leave yet little tits, I'm going to go over some rules that you will follow without question for the foreseeable future, GOT IT?" Monica said, raising her voice.
The sudden change back to a powerful, all-controlling tone caught me off guard, once again reminding me that Monica was not to be messed with.
"Yes Monica." I replied immediately.
"First things first, from now on you will always refer to me as 'Master', only my friends call me Monica, my slaves call me 'Master', GOT IT?" Monica barked.
I didn't skip a beat.
"Yes Master." I respond immediately.
"Good girl, number two on the list, I want your phone number, that way I can have complete access to you at all times, whenever I call you, you answer, whenever I text you, you reply immediately. Failure to answer or reply will result in physical punishments, is that understood?" Monica said, sounding more and more authoritarian.
"Yes Master!" I respond hastily, as the flashbacks of the "punishment" I suffered earlier came back into my mind, causing even more anxiety. Disobedience was not an option.
"Good bitch. Number three. No more bras, and no more panties. Girls with no tits don't need to wear bras, and I don't ever want to see your beautiful pussy covered up with panties again. Now is that clear?" An increasingly scary Monica asked.
"Yes Master!!!" I respond without thinking, not that even if I wanted to refuse I had the courage to do so.
"Last but not least for now, about gym class, about the locker room... after that little stunt you pulled earlier today trying to one up us, that is NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?" Monica yelled with passion.
I became visibly startled as Monica started to yell, she was so scary!
"Y-y-yes M-master I understand!!!!" I stutter out pathetically.
"Everyday in gym you will completely undress infront of us, you will get totally naked and then get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet. 5 kisses on each foot. Then you will thank me out loud to pay your respects. Only after that will I allow you to put on your gym clothes and walk into the gym. And since you want to hide in the bathroom after gym class from us, FINE. I'll join you in the stall, as you sit on your knees, eating my pussy. After every. single. class. GOT IT?" Monica finished.
My heart was pounding at this point as my brain digested how Monica was slowly taking over my life. But yet, there was no resistance to be found, only acceptance.
"YES MASTER!" I yell out passionately as I completely accept my new role in life, as Monica's servant.
"I think I've trained you well, I'm so good at this." Monica says proudly.
"My fingers are still wet with your pussy juice, I need you to take care of this." Monica says.
"Open up." She orders.
I opened up my mouth and Monica almost immediately slid her fingers inside.
I instinctively closed my lips upon them and Monica slid her fingers back and forth. The taste of my own pussy juices was prominent as I cleaned off her fingers.
Once satisfied, Monica slid her fingers out and ordered me out the car.
"I'll be seeing you tomorrow, and I expect you will be on your best behavior, cya later little tits."
"I'll be on my best behavior, Master, I promise." I say as I climb out the car.
"I know you will be." Monica says before driving off.
As I walked into the house my head was still spinning from the life changing events that have transpired. It was too much to grasp, too much to take in, I was so exhausted and warn out. Still bruised, my butt still red and sore from Monica's hard spanking. I immediately walked up into my room and just passed out on my bed.
I woke up today as Abby, but I went to bed tonight as Monica's little bitch.