My Sweet Degradation (12 page)

Just then, and in cruel contrast to the tender caress of a moment before, Julie suddenly grabbed the elastic waistband of my knickers, her fingernails scratching my sensitive flesh as she quickly tugged them down my thighs.

‘Hey!' I protested, but it was a waste of my breath and I just stood there with burning cheeks, drawing short, ragged breaths through my nostrils, while she once again stepped back to stand between her friends. Carly and Michelle laughed and pointed at where my panties were now stretched between my knees, but Julie just eyed me with a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.

She held up a hand and her friends fell silent again. With a racing pulse I nervously tried to imagine what on earth they might have in store from me next, but Julie just dipped her head and bit playfully on the tip of a finger. ‘My, my, you do look pretty like that, don't you, little one,' she teased, and I moved my knees together in a vain attempt to protect my modesty, yet only succeeded in causing my panties to fall down around my ankles. ‘So here we find ourselves at the crux of your punishment,' she continued. ‘In about twenty minutes' time the bell is going to sound for afternoon lessons. Carly, being the clever girl that she is, has done her research and discovered that the senior rugby team have training first thing this afternoon, and well...'

‘Oh no, please!' I begged, as I suddenly understood the implication of her words, the thought of all of those lads finding me in such a vulnerable and shameful state too horrifying to contemplate.

But Julie just went on, ignoring my outburst. ‘If you're lucky young Mr Johnson might arrive to find you first, but then again, he does rather have a liking for beautiful young ladies. Doesn't he, Michelle?' she added, raising an accusatory eyebrow and turning her head to peer at her friend. Michelle simply smirked in response.

‘And so, perhaps he'll decide to take advantage of that cute little body of yours himself.' Again Julie leant into me so that her cheek brushed lightly against mine, before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper. ‘Between you and me, Michelle tells me he has
such
a lovely one...'

Moving her head back a little she then returned to her full, clear voice. ‘Otherwise, I wouldn't be surprised if those naughty boys decided to use you all for themselves.' She pressed her hands around my waist and I couldn't help but release a tiny involuntary cry.

‘Oh, so you like that, do you?' she questioned, with a sardonic smile. ‘You like the idea of all those young men taking advantage of your tight virgin pussy, one after the other?'

‘No, I don't, and anyway...' I insisted quietly, while looking down at the floor, ‘I'm not a virgin.' It was a ridiculous thing for me to say, and it only caused Michelle and Carly to nudge each other and snigger, but I guess I'd felt as though my pride had been dented and the need to let them know I was just as much a woman as any of them. Truth be known, my sexual experiences at that stage in my life had been limited and clumsy at best.

Julie's hands began to rise higher up my flanks as she spoke again, and I was forced to stifle a gasp from her contact. ‘All right then, I'm actually rather impressed that you're not quite the goody-two-shoes we thought you were. I suppose that means your punishment won't be such an ordeal after all, but either way it doesn't matter to us. I do think it might be nicer for the boys if you were unable to know which one of them was there,
fucking
that cute little pussy of yours, though.' Julie's splayed fingers slid across the curve of my breasts, her thumbs circling against the contour of my nipples, where they pressed tightly into the flimsy cotton of my bra and I arched my back, briefly rising up onto my tiptoes. ‘That way you won't know who to tell on, and we all know how much you like to tell on people, don't we?'

‘No, please...' I pleaded, once more considering the appalling reality of her intentions, but I was clearly only wasting my breath.

Julie's hands left me and she twisted her head to the side, talking to her friends. ‘Come on, girls, let's get her facing the other way.'

In an instant Michelle and Carly were at her side, grabbing my semi-naked body and forcing me to turn around. I did try to resist but it was pointless; my feet were tangled up in my knickers and I was no match for the girls' strength.

‘Oh please, don't!' I cried, but they only laughed, pushing and pulling at me with increased aggression until I was finally left staring at the wall.

‘Now, stretch her thighs nice and wide apart,' Julie instructed, and I heard my panties rip as they were removed without due care. With all this provocation I couldn't help myself, and before I thought about what I was doing I kicked out and felt and heard the heel of my shoe make contact with a shin, quickly followed by the sound of what I think was Carly's voice cursing me angrily. I have no doubt that under any other circumstance this would have led to a swift and merciless beating, but Julie was in charge and that clearly did not feature in her plans. She simply placated whichever girl it had been with the information that the time for their revenge was near, and despite my continued thrashing and squirming and attempted kicking my legs were soon parted, with Carly and Michelle determinedly gripping an ankle apiece.

‘Here, tie her to the bench,' Julie said, slightly breathlessly, as she tossed what I could just make out to be an old skipping rope to one girl and a length of bandage from the first aid kit to the other. I suppose I could have continued to struggle, but deep down I knew I was beaten, and so I resisted no more and in a matter of moments I was bound by the ankles with my legs pulled wide apart.

It was an awful experience to be rendered so indefensible, and I strained my ears to make out their movements through sound alone. The gritty scrape of shoes on the tiled floor told me that my three tormentors had stepped away to gather once more behind me. Obviously I considered crying out for help, but the sports block was as good as deserted that lunchtime and I knew that no one would be able to hear me. Besides, the girls would only have then silenced me in their own pitiless way, and having a sweaty gym sock stuffed in my mouth, or something equally unpleasant, was something I had no desire to experience.

All of a sudden I felt the hem of my shirt lifted until it was left bunched around the curve of my waist, my naked bottom exposed for all three to see.

‘There we go,' mused Julie, in that overly friendly tone of hers. ‘Just look at that cute round bum. I can see the boys are gonna have
so
much fun playing with you, little one.'

Again the gravity of their plans hit home and I tried appealing to Julie's better nature one last time. ‘Oh please, Julie, really I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to tell on you like that. Please let me go. I'll never tell again, honest!'

‘Oh hush now, silly,' she soothed, and I drew a short sharp breath as I felt the cruelly comforting warmth of two palms pressing against the curve of my naked bum cheeks. Releasing an involuntary whimper I listened to Julie's words, closer again, her warm breath mocking the back of my neck and causing the downy hairs to stand on end. ‘I'd have thought you wouldn't mind, you not being a virgin and everything. You have to admit, some of those rugby boys are damn good-looking, and I suspect there must be at least one or two particularly impressive cocks among them for you to enjoy. Just imagine it,' she continued, lowering her voice further until it was little more than a throaty whisper, ‘one by one, each of them coming up behind you to sample that sweet young pussy of yours with their big, hard pricks.' With this Julie clawed her fingernails into the flesh of my buttocks and drew my cheeks upward and apart.

‘Oh no, Julie... please,' I panted, but she paid no attention.

‘Just picture it; you stood here, entirely helpless while the boys gather behind you and laugh in the knowledge that they can fuck you just the way they like, and you'll have absolutely no idea who to blame. Imagine them taking it in turns until your poor little cunt throbs from the abuse and your thighs run sticky with their spunk. I wonder if you'll enjoy some fun for yourself, little one, if you'll be unable to hold back despite the fact that you know it's wrong and you're finally forced to give in to the secret desires of your poorly treated body?'

Suddenly I cried out and threw back my head as I felt Julie's hand slip forward across my hip, my belly, and lower until her fingers curved over the naked flesh of my pussy.

‘No,' I protested weakly. ‘Please stop doing this to me.'

‘Tell me you don't want it,' Julie teased, her fingers caressing up and down the soft swell of my mound. ‘Tell me you don't secretly want to experience all I've described.'

‘No, I don't,' I complained, and really I meant it. It was ridiculous. Of course I didn't want to be used by all those young men whilst tied up and powerless to defend myself, but for some horrifying reason my body was reacting to Julie's taunts in a way it had no right to. An intense heat rose not only to my cheeks, but to my breasts too, forcing my nipples to tingle uncomfortably within my bra, and more humiliating still, for my clitoris to pulsate with a deep frustration.

‘Liar!' Julie hissed, pressing two fingers into my flesh and carefully rubbing them back and forth on either side of my clit. ‘Of course,' she continued, goading me further, ‘perhaps your pussy isn't going to be quite enough for some of those lads. ‘Isn't it that idiot Greening who's always boasting about how much he likes to fuck girls in the arse? Personally I think he's a bullshitter, and the closest he ever got was wanking off to pictures on the internet, but who knows, maybe now will be his chance? Maybe he'll use his friends' spunk to lubricate that other little hole of yours just before he forces what I hear is a very big dick deep inside you.'

Finally Julie's words were enough to break whatever spell she'd cast over me and I struggled as best I could against my ties, wriggling my hips and protesting noisily so that her hand was forced to leave me, and for a second time that fateful lunchtime my tears began to flow.

Time slipped by in silence and I just dipped my head and sobbed at my wretched state. I have no idea exactly how long I was left that way, but eventually I sensed Julie at my side, and tensing up I felt the backs of her fingers brush so gently across my tear-stained cheek.

‘Hey, little one,' she whispered, the mocking coldness in her voice no more than an awful memory. ‘It's okay, I'm only teasing.' And with her last word she leant in and pressed her lips to my cheek, halting my tears in an instant with the softest of kisses imaginable. I just stood there, a broken mess of confused emotion, as I drew unsteady breaths through my nose.

‘Michelle, untie her legs,' she instructed as she took a step away. Her friend offered a surly protest, but she was quickly silenced once more with a calm yet forceful, ‘Just do it, all right.'

The skipping rope was the first to be untied, quickly followed by the bandage, before, with her hands carefully holding my waist, Julie guided me around to face the open room once more.

I felt so ashamed of myself that I didn't dare open my eyes. I hadn't shed a tear in years yet there I stood, snivelling like a child. I could easily have blamed it on the humiliation of being tied up and stripped as good as naked while three girls mocked me, but really, there was more to it than that, and I knew it. Something in the way that my body had responded to Julie's touch left me confused, yearning for more and awash with guilt.

‘It's all over, little one,' Julie announced, and eventually I looked up to see her smiling kindly at me. ‘That was your punishment, and I'm sorry if we took it a little too far.'

Blinking away the last of my tears I released a short, humourless snort of laughter with the realisation that I'd been tricked so easily. But there was no denying, the sense of relief that my ordeal was over was colossal, although rather strangely, Julie made no move to untie my hands.

‘Weeks ago we decided that a mental punishment would be far more effective on a clever girl like you. I do see that old habits die hard where some people are concerned, though,' Julie said, turning her head to scowl in the direction of Carly. ‘Just look at what you've done to her stomach! She's gonna have a killer bruise there tomorrow.' Instinctively I strained to look down, but could see nothing beyond the swell of my breasts. ‘You are naughty, Carly; I didn't expect you to hit her
that
hard.'

Julie once again turned her attention to me, her eyes deep and dark, her lips soft and gently parted. ‘Before we let you go, please allow me to give it a little kiss better.'

‘Oh no, Julie, that's quite all right,' I replied, anxious to be untied and out of the changing rooms, but Julie was already squatting down onto her haunches. ‘Really, it's not that bad and I'll...'

My rambling words and train of thought were suddenly lost as her hands again held gently the curve of my naked hips. ‘Um, it'll... I'll... I'm sure I'll be... um, fine...'

Julie's lips pressed against the tender flesh where her friend's fist had struck me not so long before, the intimate touch of her kiss feeling really good. But she didn't stop there, and she continued to plant tiny moist butterfly kisses in a circle against my wounded tummy.