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My name is Jan and I’m about a month away from graduating high school. This is one of those life stories that stay with you forever. I hadn’t done a thing to provoke what happened to me, but it changed my life drastically even before I got to college.  

I should have known better than to believe Christy when she and Linda invited me to a sleepover/goodbye party at Heather’s house for Christy. She was moving away at the end of summer and told me that she had always liked me. I’ve known them since fourth grade, but we never really hung out more than a few times at school. I guess the other girls felt that they stood the best chance of setting me up successfully.

My downfall began about a week ago when I made the mistake of talking to Randy behind the school. I was trying to hide from my date at the prom and decided the quad where everyone in school went to smoke was the best place to hide. It was for a while, but when Randy started talking to me, I never noticed that everyone else had gone back inside. I should admit that I’ve always had a crush on Randy, but he was clearly the marked property of Heather and thus I had to observe a modicum of courteous restraint.

Just as we had been talking about going back inside, a couple of his jock friends came out and started messing around, so I went back in to face my date with the wandering eye. Sure enough, when I found him, he was hitting on his third girl of the night. But it was what happened a few days later that started my problem.

One of the jocks that had come out to talk with Randy stopped me in the hall and in his Neanderthal way, asked me out for a date. I was curious why he would be asking me out of the blue, and he told me that Randy had confessed to him that I had given him a blowjob the night of the prom. I was pissed and walked away. I hadn’t done one thing wrong and yet that asshole was telling his friends I was a frigging slut. I was going to confront him on it, but I figured it might just make things worse.

At the end of the day I saw Heather outside of school and decided to tell her what Randy was telling his friends and to make sure she knew it was a damned lie. She told me that she had heard the story already and knew that I wouldn’t have done such a slutty thing and we parted on good terms. She even told me she would straiten him out about telling lies.

The next day Heather came back to me and told me that Randy had another story about what had happened. He had told her that nothing happened because I was a lesbian and that I had even asked him to set me up for a liaison with her. I started to tell her he was lying again, but she stooped me in mid sentence and told me she hadn’t believed a word of what he had said to her. She mentioned her upcoming party and dropped the first hint that she wouldn’t mind if I came along for the night to make up for her jerk of a boyfriend. I was flabbergasted at her offer since we never hung out at all. I’m not pretty enough to be in her clique.

Come the night of the party, Christy and Linda came to pick me up and we drove over to Heather’s house. I knew everyone there and got a much warmer greeting than I expected. Heather’s parents had gone on a weekend trip to a family wedding and she had the house to herself. That meant that the booze flowed freely. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I was talked into a couple of daiquiris that left me slurring my words and my eyes heavy. Even as we all changed into our night clothes I wasn’t my usual timid self. Normally I feared changing in front of other girls. I haven’t got much of a chest, so I always feel awkward being on display.

Around midnight, even though no one was ready to go to sleep, Heather took us around to show everyone where they could sleep and arrangements were made for everyone but me. I asked where I was to sleep and she opened the last door in the hallway.

“In here… with me. I figured since you were a lesbian that we could cuddle up together.”

I raised my eyebrows and was about to set her straight when she came back with a follow up.  

“Just kidding, Jan. I’m just teasing you.”

In my inebriated state, I didn’t give it a second thought. Everyone had been so friendly to me that I felt like I had been one of the girls all along. After we got back downstairs, someone suggested that we play some pranks on our boyfriends; or better said, their boyfriends. If I had a boyfriend, I never would have gone to the prom with that jerk off I had been stuck with that night.

It was the third call that was my downfall. Linda called Randy and pretended she was me, or at least, that was the way it came off. She started cursing him for coming on to me and then bitched him out for spreading that nasty rumor.

Randy responded with, “Hey, you were the one that came on to me. I just went along for the ride. And what guy’s going to be able to refuse a blowjob? So, if you didn’t want me to tell anyone, you never should have done it.”

The girls were all giggling, so I shook my head towards Heather and held my tongue.

Linda asked, “And why did you tell Heather I wanted to sleep with her?”

Randy shot back, “I never told her that! What I said was that after finishing me off, your remark was that you would have preferred to have her crotch in your face rather than mine.”

The call was ended right there and all the girls were staring at me as I tried to get them to believe that nothing ever happened. I even told them that Heather understood he had been lying, but when I looked to her for support, I began to understand that I had been set up. I decided it was time to switch back to my street clothes and walk home despite the three mile walk in the dark. Everything went downhill from there.

I watched as Heather stood up and began stripping her clothes off in front of me. Every time I tried to stand, the girl on either side of me would pull on my arms. When Heather was stripped bare, I insisted that they had it all wrong, that Randy was lying through his teeth, and that I was leaving. When I made a final attempt to stand, all the girls jumped on me and began ripping my clothes off. I was freaking out over what they might do to me and started to scream. With each scream though, I received a slap to the head to quiet me down. It took five girls to get my nightie and panties off me and then they held me to the floor where Heather stood over me.

She ran a hand over her crotch and I watched her dip a finger through the folds of her pussy. Heather was bald as a jaybird and had a well manicured body, but I had never done anything with a girl before, so her advance was more than frightening to me.

“My, my, Jan. What are we going to do with you? First you seduce your mouth around my boyfriend’s cock, and then you embarrass him by saying you would have preferred to eat this? What are we going to do about this?”

“He’s lying to you, Heather. I never touched him and I certainly didn’t say anything about you. I’m not a lesbian. We just talked and then his friends came out and he starting bragging to them that he had gotten something from me when he didn’t. Hell, we didn’t even talk about sex.”

“Okay, let her go then.”

I thought she had come to believe me, but as soon as I tried to sit up, all the other girls backed away and Heather tackled me. I couldn’t believe another girl wanted to fight me and while we were both nude at that. I started flailing my arms and legs trying to squirm away from her grasp of me. I heard the others cheering her on and all the while I was trying to break away from her, I was running everything through my head. I was so confused by what she thought she was going to do to me to pay me back for something that never happened in the first place.

Each time I got her pushed away from me, she would fly back at me for a new hold. Heather wasn’t much bigger than me, but she was proving to be much stronger. I even began to believe she was toying with me for our audiences’ benefit. At one point, I got her on her back with her legs bent under me to keep from allowing me to get any closer, but then she parted her legs and I fell forward. The next thing I knew, she had my head in a scissors hold between her knees and when I looked to her face, she looked like the devil herself.

“Look at it bitch. Look at my cunt. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Well, here’s your chance; go for it. Take a good look.”

I begged her to let go of me and that was when I saw Christy holding a video camera taping my assault. I started to say something about the camera when Heather grabbed my head and snapped it up from her knees to her middle thighs, closer to her crotch. I struggled even harder to break her leg hold on my head, but she was like a vise. I began crying over my treatment and that got everyone laughing at me. Christy put the camera in my face to tape me crying and Heather taunted me with words more derisive than I would expect to come from a guy.

I heard some of the nastiest suggestions being yelled by the others over what she should do to me. Heather grabbed my hair roughly and I felt her legs release me some, but she was using her dominant strength to torment me by slowly pulling my face ever closer to her crotch. I was about three inches away from her vulva and her scent was unmistakable. Then my head was snapped directly into her pussy lips and I felt the wetness from her hit my nose. She allowed me to pull away a little, but kept pulling my face directly against her cunt over and over, and would smear my face with her flesh.

I even tried telling her that I had learned my lesson and would never touch her boyfriend again, but that just made her kick things up a notch. Heather held my face plastered to her crotch as the camera was taping away, and then slowly worked her body, thus my head caught between her legs, into a sitting position. She repositioned her knees to pin my arms under her legs and was just about sitting on my face to hold me down.

“Go ahead, Jan. You wanted my cunt, so go ahead and take it. Stick your tongue right up there and take a good taste. Come on bitch… its payday and here’s your check.”

With that, she squatted hard against my face and was nearly suffocating me. I fought hard to get away from her, but I was thoroughly held in place.

Heather became even more abusive and told me what my only way out would be.

“Eat me bitch. Show the girls what you like and slide that tongue of yours all over the inside of me.” I got a slap on the top of my head and, “Do it bitch, or you’ll be here all night.”

I was repulsed by what she wanted, but being under her control and with all her friends to back her up, I knew I had to give in a little. I took one lick at her and found my tongue slipping easily between her lips because of how wet she had become. I found it nasty at best and wanted to puke. I started crying because I thought that once I did that that she would have let me go having made her point.

It got worse again. First she gloated to the others that I had my tongue inside her, and then she demanded that I keep licking at her. When I didn’t, she began torturing my mind with a greater humility that I would have done anything to prevent.

“Linda, run and get a couple of towels from the bathroom.” Heather looked down at me and said, “If you’re having a hard time finding where that tongue’s supposed to go, I’ll piss a little to show you where.”

I began struggling like crazy, but all I was doing was growing weaker. I saw Linda running back into the room with the towels and several of the girls were doing something with them. I caught on to what they were doing when Heather tugged on my hair to force my head into the air as she sat up a little. I felt the folded towels being forced under my head and understood they were to protect the carpet. When the towels were placed all around my head, Heather sat back down and forced my head back to the floor.

“Last chance, you little cunt. Eat me and do a good job of it, or I’ll start pissing in your mouth.”

A muffled scream for my release came out of me and I felt her pushing herself hard against my face. I tried shaking my head away, but she was holding me right in place with her thighs.

“Just do it bitch and I’ll let you go.” However, when I didn’t begin, I could feel her relaxing her muscles. I couldn’t believe she had been serious and took one quick lick at her again to spare me. It wasn’t enough to satisfy her and she said, “Fine then… take some of this.”

I screamed for her to let me go, but it was surreal in the way she held my face pinned under her as she worked to start her flow of urine. I honestly never thought she would do it, but when I felt a hard squirt of pee washing over my closed lips and seeping into my nose, I became a babbling fool trying to get her to stop. I became aware of all the other girls laughing at me and I heard Christy narrating for the benefit of the tape that I was “getting the dignity washed off my face”.

Finally I got enough separation to muffle out a cry of, “Okay, okay” and stuck my tongue out. When she didn’t approve of my efforts and threatened more pee, I began working my tongue back and forth. I heard her sigh like she was sitting on a boys cock and she seemed to work her bottom into a more comfortable position to enjoy herself.

I closed my eyes and did as I was told. All the time, she was telling the others how I was performing and even gave a short interview to the camera. She said how this was the lesson other girls should learn if they ever dared to try to steal someone’s boyfriend. A girl would ask a question about what it felt like to sit on another girl’s face and she would go into great length and detail describing what my tongue felt like running between her lips and into her hole. Another asked what it had felt like pissing on her enemy and she said “nothing had ever felt so pleasing” to her and that she wished I had of put up a better fight.

Christy began narrating for the camera about how she had always known I was a “carpet muncher” and begged Heather for a ride on my face after she was done getting her revenge. It suddenly dawned on me that I was in the midst of seven girls bent on teaching me a lesson and that Heather could be just the tip of the iceberg. I felt sure though that after she was finished humiliating me that I would be run off. After all, I hadn’t actually ever done anything to cause this degradation.

I made my next mistake and getting scared over how many times this scene might be repeated, I bit Heather on one of her lips. I received a quick slap to my forehead and Heather flew into a rage. She began rubbing herself against my face really hard and told Linda to get the “device” and the duct tape. I had no time to worry about what her minions were doing because of her new assault on my face. But when I felt my legs being pried open, I knew I was in serious trouble.

I felt something hard being forced into my pussy and it was dry and raw. I had no idea what I had been penetrated by, but I heard the duct tape being ripped off the role as someone held it in place. The device was pushed into me as deep as it would go and then I felt the duct tape getting pushed tight against my stomach and then down through my legs and over the crack of my ass. My legs were lifted into the air and I felt the tape being smoothed tight to my lower back. They had taped the thing into me and I guessed at first it was just for the humiliation factor. But then I heard Heather tell the girls to start it out slow.

In an instant, I felt the vibrations of the device letting me know it was a vibrator. I got that first wave of sensations every girl does, and then I started freaking out knowing that I had no control over it. And worse, how long did they plan on leaving it in me if they taped it there. Linda didn’t think it was having enough of an impact on me, so she giggled and told the others that she was going to “micro manage” a little help. I felt her finger work its way beneath the tape and she began frigging my clit. My body started convulsing from the overly animated stimulus.

I suddenly found myself in the throes of a heat and a euphoric concern that I couldn’t control. All I could do was what my body was demanding of me and soon I was eating away at Heather like a lifelong lesbian trying to end my convulsions. I became aware that the camera was roaming the room, capturing every angle of my greatest moment of embarrassment. Heather was even more degrading towards me when she saw holding me pinned wasn’t taking near the effort it had been, and had to see by my eyes that I was more fixed on cumming myself than she was over what my tongue was doing to her.

In only a few moments, Heather was gleefully telling the others that “her bitch” was about to make her cum, and for some reason I don’t understand, I bit at her clit to entice her further. When I felt her body begin to heave, the lower part of my own body that could move was thrashing around demanding I cum just as hard. I must have looked like a wanton whore to all the others, but it was the vibrator that was eliciting my responses now.

When Heather leaned forward and told the others that she was finished, I was still thrashing my own legs through the most massive orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I began hearing chanting from the other girls to “do it, do it” and thought they were talking about me finishing as well. But they weren’t and then as Heather began raising her crotch away from me, I understood what they had been yelling to see. Heather began peeing all over my face and I snapped my head back and forth trying to make it miss me, but my body was wholly consumed with the massive orgasm I was still shuddering through. I was sputtering trying to breath without letting any of her urine get into my mouth and it was right then that my life changed forever.

It might have been the first time I ever tasted another girl, or it might have been the enormously aroused state the vibrator was forcing from me, but I think it was the multitude of events going on in my head that was really working my brain to death. It was the girls cheering on my abuse, it was the camera capturing it to be displayed god-knows-where later, it was the severe degradation and humiliation of being urinated on, and it even had a lot to do with the force it took to bring this all about that sent my mind spinning. Indeed, my life was changing before my eyes and in my state I had no idea if it was for the good or bad.

Christy was begging for a turn at me and I heard Heather telling her that everyone would get a turn. With the vibrator working away still buried deep inside of me, I could hardly understand what they were saying. When Linda brought a shot glass of straight rum over to us, Heather sat back and demanded that I down it in one swig. I figured from what I had been hearing that it wasn’t that bad of an idea to do as I was told and as she tipped the glass into my mouth, I sucked it down. It burnt my throat like hell, but it took my mind off the sensations inside of my abdomen for some precious few moments.

The next thing I knew, Christy had handed the camera off to another girl and was about to switch places with Heather. The second my arms were free, I began wriggling and kicking wildly, but several girls worked to contain me as I watched Christy walking over me and began kneeling. I begged again for them to turn off the vibrator, but Christy slapped me across the face and told me to “shut up”. I don’t think, despite my alcohol buzz, that I’ll ever get the sight of Christy’s body lowering over me in such a dominant fashion positioning herself over my head.

She grabbed my hair and tugged my head up as she wriggled her body to make a perfect union between her lips and mine, and then applied her weight to hold me into place. I lost control of my lower abdomen again and the convulsions shook my whole body. Christy was unmerciful in her verbal assaults on me. Her hand was constantly slapping the top of my head and soon I had given up for a second time and did everything I was told. Even through the burning taste of the rum, I could tell there was something different about the taste and wetness of my second tormentor.

Some of the girls were telling her to repeat Heather’s act and piss on me, but I instantly tried to convince her not to by working my tongue feverishly thru her matted pubic hair. She definitely took notice of my effort and told the others how hard I was working at her. But it took me a minute to understand what she meant with her next statement.

“Awwwe, she’s already getting a two-for-one here. I think that’ll be enough.”

She was staring into my eyes while wearing the biggest grin. When she saw I was catching on, her grin turned into an all out smile.

“Since I knew I was going to get a ride on your face, sweetie, I decided to have my boyfriend spice me up down there for you. Can you taste it? If I ever find you trying to get it for yourself, you’ll think tonight was just a dress rehearsal.”

A concert of “ewes” went up from the audience and several of them spelled it out for the camera’s sake that she had just had sex with her boyfriend before picking me up. As disgusting as it was to be between her thighs, the involuntary reactions being caused by the vibrator was still making such things incomparable to my real humility.

At some point I had closed my eyes and then I heard Heather close to my head talking to me.

“I bet after tonight you’re never going to screw around with another girl’s boyfriend, are you?”

I shook my head as far as I could.

“After we show this video around some, I don’t think many guys would want to have anything to do with you anyway.”

I closed my eyes again and tried keeping my mind busy, but when it became evident that Christy was about to have an orgasm, my body seemed to kick in and want to join her. I felt someone messing around between my legs and suddenly the vibrator was kicked into high gear. I started twisting my legs from one side to the other and I heard someone saying to hold me still. When I felt both legs being not only held down, but forced closed around the vibrator, I went out of my mind with the most intensive cum I’ve ever had. With the vibrator on high, it even outdid the one I just had with Heather on me.

My body had lost all free will to the actions of the mechanical device and what Christy was forcing me to do. The laughter of the other girls was ringing in my ears, but as debilitating as it was to my ego, it did nothing to stop anything that was happening on my part. I worked as hard as I could to make Christy have an orgasm to rid her from my face and get another chance to beg them to take the vibrator out of me.

“That’s right, bitch, slide that tongue in deep and fuck me good. You’re sooo good at this; you must have had a lot of practice. Make me cum hard and I won’t piss on you afterwards.”

When I heard her say that, I renewed my efforts and licked and chewed on her lips and slid my tongue as deep as I could. Her pubic hair was tickling my nose and she got so aroused by my efforts that she had to pull away a little. I couldn’t let her do that and I lunged my head upward to catch and bite gently at her lips to get her back. I must have looked like a real lesbian slut by doing that, but I couldn’t care less what anyone was thinking as long as that damn vibrator was tormenting the hell out of my sexual lusts.

My arms were aching so badly that I could barely feel them anymore. My mind had all but shut out the girls screaming in the back ground and even the camera was hardly visible despite being thrust into my face over and over. The only real emotion I was feeling voluntarily was the utter humiliation of having no control over anything; not what was happening to me, or the involuntary convulsions shooting through my body over the actions of the vibrator still taped firmly into me.

At that moment, Christy grabbed fistfuls of my hair, ground her pussy into my face until it hurt and began screaming at the top of her lungs. I couldn’t begin to separate where her convulsions stopped and mine began, but obviously, she was just as orgasmic as I was at the moment. She began bouncing slightly away from my face and I could tell she was in that phase where she had finished her orgasm and was extremely sensitive to touch.

“That was sooo good, bitch. You really do love pussy, don’t you?”

Christy looked around at our audience and asked who was next and offered to pass me off to Linda. She accepted her offer and as the two of them worked to trade places, I tried so hard to grab for the vibrator. My arms were nearly asleep from the two prior girls having sat on them for so long and I accomplished little more than touching my crotch before I felt my hands being thrown back to the sides of my head.

Linda wanted to torment me for the camera and stayed sitting on my stomach as she began twisting and squeezing my nipples and boobs between her fingers. I tried swatting her hands away, but they were quickly restrained by someone behind me. What she didn’t understand was the real affect she was having on me. Instead of me withering under her from the pain she was inflicting on me, she was actually causing me to have another orgasm. I don’t think anyone watching me really understood that my mind was no place in the room; my body was simply reacting involuntarily to the stimulus thrust upon it. But it had to have become clear to them when I suddenly jerked Linda clear off my body. Instead of fighting the girl holding my arms or twisting my legs away from their prone position, I began moaning wildly and my whole body shuddered through wave after wave of electric shocks of orgasm.

The sensations never seemed to go away since the vibrator was still humming away in me, but my mind did become aware of the spectacle I had become for my captors and their camera. Someone slapped my face and asked me if I would ever screw another girls’ boyfriend and I shook my head. I was asked if I would ever breathe a word of what was being done to me and I again shook my head. I received several more light slaps and tormented with that same question over and over. I knew I had to say something to insure them that I wouldn’t tell anyone of my torture.

“I promise… I promise. Please, take the vibrator away, please… I can’t take anymore. I swear, I won’t tell a soul. Do what you want, but please, shut it off.”

I heard a thunder clap of laughter at my begging, but I did feel hands working to twist the device off, and for a wondrous moment, I felt my legs again. My insides were still buzzing from the extended use of the vibrator, but the convulsions were tapering off and my eyes seemed to be coming back into focus. Linda was stepping over my body again and began squatting to sit on me once more. I took quick notice that she was not only bald as a baby, but her entire vulva looked virginal and many years younger than she actually was because of the smooth, tight lips that made up her pussy.

I looked up at her as she worked her body forward and just as she was beginning to pin my arms under her legs, I begged her not to do so.

“Please, I can’t feel them anymore. I’ll do what you want, but please… don’t sit on them anymore.”

I guess submitting to my torment was enough for her and she sat up while I struggled to get them down between her legs and to my sides. As soon as they were out of the way, she made herself comfortable on my face and I willingly went to work at eating her out. I was so outnumbered and had already been humiliated on tape long enough that all I could think of doing was keeping them from getting pissed off at me anymore. I decided to capitulate to their demands and work to end the night. Appeasing them and ending my fighting seemed to improve my position and soon all I had to deal with was rather mild slapping and their humiliating demands to repeat things I had already been forced to do.

One after the other, each of the seven girls mounted my face and forced me to get them off. When it was over, Heather seemed a little nervous that I might still tell someone about what they had done to me, so I was forced to call my mother to act my cheerful self as witness that nothing bad was happening to me. As soon as I hung up the phone, I began begging them to destroy the tape. I knew they wouldn’t, but we did agree that as long as I didn’t tell anyone about what they did, that they would keep it off the internet. That was really the most I could hope for, so we had an agreement.

I asked to clean myself up and go home, but Heather informed me that the night wasn’t over yet. She told me that since I smelled so bad that I could take a shower, but we were going to have popcorn, watch a movie, and then she was going to claim her prize. I asked what she meant, but she wouldn’t tell me. Heather told the girls to remove my fake cock and the tape was finally ripped away from me, and the dildo slipped out of me. She dragged me off to the bathroom and stood guard over me as I showered and got the smell off me. By the time my hair was blown dried, I could smell the popcorn she had mentioned. I was ordered to brush my teeth and was sniffed to check for cleanliness.

Just before we left the bathroom, Heather pulled me to her and planted a kiss on my lips. I struggled to get away from her, but it was only when she was finished and finally let go of me that I understood what my final torment was to be.

“Now Jan, we go into phase two. For the rest of the night, you’re my bitch. Got it? Now you get to see what a date with me is like. If you’re smart, you’ll play the part nicely and accept you’re humiliation. If you want to keep getting smacked around, just tempt me and see what can happen. Now… are you going to play nice for me?”

I nodded my head as I looked down at the floor. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Not much! Now I just want to display you as my trophy. You fucked Randy, now I fuck with you.”

I knew talking back to her wasn’t a smart thing, but I just had to make one point clear to her. After all I had been put through I expected she might believe me now.

“I never did anything with your boyfriend, you know. He lied to you.”

“I know!”

I lifted my head to stare at her in total disbelief. Her manner of saying that made me understand that something else besides revenge was going on here and I was more confused than I’d ever been in my life. She began tugging me back to the living room where a special place had seemed reserved for Heather and me to sit next to each other on the floor to watch the movie. She wrestled me down onto the pillows and wrapped her arm around me as if I was her date and the lights were turned off. Having another girls’ arm holding me like that was almost as hard to endure as everything else had been, but when the movie began, I saw the extent of my embarrassment was still their source of pleasure. The movie was the hour and ten minutes of tape they had recorded of my sexual torture. It was all their little shrieks of glee over their triumphs that made me wish to melt away, but each time I started to shrivel up, Heather would renew her grip on my shoulders or tweak my boob to remind me of my place.

As soon as the movie was over, Heather took procession of it and told everyone it was time for bed. The others wanted to refocus their attentions on me, and I was somewhat thankful that Heather told them that they would only get one last thing from “her” date. I was made to go to each girl, finger her in a passionate way, and kiss each of them as a goodnight favor. Christy whispered that she had had a great deal of fun with me and hoped that I would enjoy the rest of my night.

When I had finished kissing the last girl goodnight, Heather was waiting to take me under her arm again and walked me away to her bedroom. I was rather surprised by her actions in private and began to understand that I might have been set up to an even greater extent than I had thought. It was becoming obvious to me that Heather had a very strong attraction to lesbianism herself. It was pretty obvious when she got me into her bed and she lay on top of me and began making out with me. I should have pushed her away, but it was so mild compared to the rest of the night that I went with whatever she wanted. About the only thing I tried to stop was when her hand went to feel my pussy. I was still so sore that it hurt, but I was surprised to see her go much lighter when I made that evident to her.

We fell asleep with her lying behind me and her hand holding me tight to her. I got my first full understanding of what this whole night had been about when she said her final words to me.

“I knew I could get you as mine. I always wanted a girlfriend on the side, and now I have you. That’s why I pissed on you, you know. I had to mark my turf.”

I couldn’t believe she thought I would be her “girlfriend” after all of this, but then it occurred to me that with that damn tape, I really didn’t have anyway to object to anything she wanted from me. I decided to end the night with her feeling as though she could trust me to participate in her sickness, so I grabbed the hand around me and held it to my tit for her to feel. I felt a gentle squeeze of it and fell asleep that way.

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