"You called?" It was Lana, still dressed in her blood-red gown.
"Wh-what am I doing here? What's this all about?"
"Oh, you'll see soon enough, honey. There are three horny guys out front just waiting to fuck you silly. But Bud made them wait until you woke up. And I figure I deserve to have a little fun with you first. Even us stupid greaser sluts have a sense of justice you know," she said sarcastically. She moved closer, bent over the girl, and spat right in her face.
"Eeeeeeeeew! You bitch!" Vicki rasped, struggling vainly against the chains. It was all beginning to fall into place now. Bud was behind it – the little greasy weasel who had had the nerve to ask her to the prom.
"Nice little body you have there," Lana said. "Of course, it's not nearly as nice as mine, but you have them all fooled with that red hair of yours, that uppity attitude and those expensive clothes. Well, let's just see what they're all raving about."
She went over to the bed and sat down beside Vicki. Then she reached out, placing her hand lightly on the girl's belly Vicki flinched and tried to move away, but the chains didn't give her much leeway.
"Mmmmm, you do have nice smooth skin," Lana said, trailing her sharp red fingernails over Vicki's taut stomach. "And such a sweet-looking little cunt. Why, there's practically no hair at all on your cunt mound."
Vicki was breathing fast now, her blood racing with fear. She knew now that this girl hated her – hated her passionately – and she was completely at her mercy.
Lana ran her hand down the inside of one of Vicki's soft, sleek thighs. Vicki shuddered and flinched, trying to move away from her caressing hand. Then Lana began to comb her fingers through the redhead's sparse, silky cunt hair.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Vicki protested as the girl's fingers grazed her clit and squeezed the fat lips of her cunt. "Stop it! You're sick! Sick!"
Lana just smiled, prying open the lips of the helpless girl's cunt. "Ooooooh, it's tiny and dry. Your cunt's dry, bitch!" Lana sneered.
She stuck the tip of her finger inside, and Vicki jerked violently. "Stop it! You're crazy!" she cried. "This is all a mistake. Let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this! I promise!"
"Shut up!" Lana spat. With her other hand, she pressed down once again on Vicki's belly, keeping the girl in place as she skewered her finger up her tight little pussy.
Vicki trembled uncontrollably. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. It was perverse. And she knew that when the bitch got done having her fun, three boys were waiting out there to fuck her. She couldn't control herself – she began to cry softly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gee, it's tough, ain't it?" Lana chuckled, pulling her nail along the inside wall of the girl's cunt, scratching it and making her wince.
"Please don't! Stop! You're crazy!"
"Yeah, I'm crazy – crazy about Bud! But you just couldn't leave things as they were, could you? You had to go around, strutting your stuff, shaking that fanny of yours… holy shit!"
Lana's eyes opened wide. Her fingertip had pressed against something rubbery and unyielding.
"Holy fuckin' shit! You're cherry, aren't you? Jesus Christ! You're a fucking cherry!" She began to laugh uncontrollably, her big tits shaking in her tight red dress.
Vicki closed her eyes in shame as Lana pressed and scratched at her cherry membrane. "Bud and the guys would kill me if I busted your cherry before they got to you." She smiled when she saw the look of fear and loathing cross the redhead's face. "So, I guess I'll just have to entertain myself some other way."
She jumped off the bed and walked over to the large oak dresser, pulling a pair of scissors from off the top. Vicki's eyes widened; she could feel sharp pangs of fear once again racing up and down her spine.
Lana whirled around, a sly smile on her face. She took careful note of the look of terror on the redhead's face. She opened and closed the scissors as she walked toward the bed. Then, with one hand, she unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and shook her shoulders, letting the top fall down around her waist.
Vicki gasped at the sight of the brunette's oversized tits with their dark areolas-areolas fleshier and bigger around than she had ever seen before.
"Well? Look at these big, beautiful tits. Yours can't even compare to mine, bitch. You're nothing. Nothing." She crawled back on the bed and straddled Vicki's hips, bending low over her, pushing her large hanging tits in her face.
"Suck 'em. Suck my tits!"
"No!" Vicki said, her eyes narrowing, her nostrils flaring. "No, you fat slut!"
Lana chuckled. She reached out and grabbed a handful of shiny red hair at Vicki's temple and calmly snipped it off with the scissors. "Nooooooo!" the girl wailed as she felt the silky-soft strands fall across her chest. "Noooooo! My hair!" Vicki had always known that a great part of her appeal lay in her amazing waist-length red hair. It was shiny and luxurious, with just a hint of a wave, and it caressed her face and splashed over her shoulders like a fiery mane. Men felt they could get lost in it. It was her allure, her fortune.
Tears streamed down her face, and Lana seemed very nearly ecstatic as she observed the intense sorrow Vicki felt. "Well?"
Vicki closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, lapping it up and down the dark girl's tit, sloshing her saliva along her soft flesh.
"Not like that, bitch. With feeling. Tease my nipple! Then suck it. Kiss my tits. If you don't, you're gonna end up bald!" Lana laughed hysterically, looking down expectantly at Vicki. "Open those eyes. You hear me? Open 'em!" She grabbed another handful of Vicki's hair and yanked on it, holding the opened scissors up next to it.
Vicki opened her eyes, terrified. She looked up at Lana's huge hanging tits and felt a tremor in her stomach. Once again, she stuck out her tongue, this time, stabbing it lightly into a dark, semi-hard nipple. The texture was rubbery, but not unpleasant.
She swiped around and around the areola, testing the change in the texture of the flesh, tasting the slightly salty flavor of the sweaty skin.
"Yeeaaaah, that's better," Lana whispered, as she began to rotate her ass slightly. "Now suck!"
Vicki strained her neck up and sucked hard on the nipple.
"Aaaaaagh! Shit!" Lana groaned, the sharp exciting pleasure penetrating her brain.
She began to croon and to swivel her hips, loving the pressure, the intense sensations shooting from her nipples down to her clit.
"Oooooooh, yeah. Suck my tit. Suck it!" she gasped, reaching down to finger her clit.
Vicki sucked hard, automatically humping her crotch up as she did so, punctuating her sucking with gentle nibbles.
"Ah, God! That's it!"
Lana pulled her tits from Vicki's mouth, and, as she did so, Vicki's teeth scraped across her sensitive nipple.
"Aaaaaaah, shiiiiiit!" she groaned, twitching and writhing, cunt juice trickling down her inner thighs. "Now suck on this tit!" She poked her other tit against Vicki's closed lips.
Vicki obliged immediately, feeling somewhat comforted by the feel of the nipple between her lips, the soft tit-flesh resting against her face.
"Ah, you fuckin' bitch!" Lana gasped. She continued to stimulate her swollen clit with her thumb while she fucked two fingers up her churning pussy. "Aaaaaaah, shit, it's good!"
Vicki sucked and nibbled, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed in rhythm to her suckling rhythm. She felt a tingling down in her own cunt as she sucked the other girl's tits, felt the moistness in her pussy seeping out onto the bedspread.
"I'm gonna come, bitch! Gonna come, you fuckin' cherry cockteaser!" Lana rasped as she began to jiggle her ass and tits wildly and to spear into her cunt with brutal strokes. "Aaaaiiiieeee!"
Vicki could feel the girl's pulse nearly double as she was overtaken by a violent orgasm. And as her tormentor twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, she too felt a mild sympathetic climax pass through her cunt. She finally released Lana's tits when she felt the girl collapsing on top of her.