Assume the Position 2
-- by lightswitch (C) February 2010

This is a sequel, inspired by readers' responses to JunkTruck's
graphic rendering (posted on the Renderotica site) of my original
story "Assume the Position."

(FF, lesbian), teen, (reluctant, nonconsensual), (interr,
interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf), humiliation,
(high school Phys Ed class setting), 1st time lesbian



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Michelle hurriedly stripped off her sweaty gym clothes, swearing
profusely. Her slim, pale body glistened with sweat; but she knew
she wouldn't have time to shower.

"That damned Jefferson!" the young blonde muttered, crammingher
gym shorts into her locker. "She kept me late for extra
calisthenics!"  Michelle's comely 18-year-old body trembled with
repressed rage.

She's just abusing her position as Squad Leader, Michelle
thought, angrily thumping her foot onto the nearby bench in order
to untie her sneakers.

But why single me out, she wondered?

An unseen hand yanked Michelle upright by her long blonde
ponytail, before spinning her around and slamming her slim nude
body against the lockers.

Clad in only her socks and sneakers, Michelle felt suddenly
vulnerable. Her bright blue eyes showing fear, she looked up to
regard the person who had accosted her.

It was Oprah Jefferson, the physical education class Squad
Leader. The big black girl had a noticeable gut, but what really
caught one's eye were her massive ass and tits. Her backside was
enormous and her breasts were almost as big, threatening to burst
the strained fabric of her gym shirt. Oprah's huge, floppy tits
looked a bit droopy and Michelle could see where the black girl's
big nipples poked up under her jersey.

"Hey cheerleader," Oprah laughed, seeming to sneer and leer at
the same time.  "Is it cold in here, or you just like it rough?"

With a start, Michelle realized the lecherous Squad Leader was
ogling the white girl's pink nipples, erect and jutting in the
cool locker room air.

"It's cold in here!" Michelle spat, reaching to snatch up a towel
with which to cover herself. But Oprah was quicker.

The big Squad Leader slammed the smaller white girl hard against
the lockers and used her thick, black body to pin the surprised
blonde against the hard, cold metal. Shocking the nearly nude
cheerleader even further, the husky black girl grabbed the white
girl's face with both big hands and forced the blonde's head
forward so they were face to face. Oprah silenced the shocked
cheerleader's indignant protest with a firm, open-mouthed kiss.

Michelle's eyes went wide as her mind went blank from shock. Clad
only in her socks and sneakers, she stood motionless, overwhelmed
by the Squad Leader's unexpected advance -- until she felt the
black girl's big hand begin to fondle her pale, exposed C-cup
breast.

"Get OFF me!" Michelle gasped, wrenching her head to the side as
she tried to forcefully push the big girl away. But Oprah's mass
was too great for the slim cheerleader to move much.

The horny Squad Leader smiled as she looked down at the white
girl's hand, still mashed ineffectively against the gym shirt
covering the black girl's enormous left tit.

Michelle quickly pulled her hand away, in repugnance.

"I'd love to play more," Oprah leered, "but I got some things I
hafta do. Tell you what ... it's 2:30 now, meet me in the gym at
3. There's no classes for the rest of the day and that'll give us
plenty of time to play."

The distraught white girl looked at the black girl in disbelief.

"Play?!?" the blonde squeaked, uncomprehendingly.

The Squad Leader nodded, smiling broadly.

"Play. Rape. It's up to you," Oprah purred. "Just be there at 3.
I need an Assistant, myself, and I decided that's gonna be you,
my sexy white bitch. Be there at 3 or I'll hunt you down and take
you right in front of all your friends."

Smirking, Oprah backed up and released the trembling blonde.
Michelle grabbed both pieces of her blue & white cheerleader's
uniform and bolted to the other side of the locker room, where
she quickly dressed, fighting a surging feeling of panic.

"She's crazy!" the frightened white girl thought. "A deranged,
crazy lesbian who's finally snapped! I have to tell someone!" 
Fighting down feelings of panic, Michelle ran back to the gym and
fled across the planked, wooden floor, towards the coach's
office.

I'll tell Coach Washington, she decided. She'll put that big,
black dyke in her place!

Michelle arrived at the door to the coach's office and, without
knocking, pushed her way inside.

The determined cheerleader stopped in her tracks, dumbfounded.

Coach Washington didn't seem to be in her office, at the moment.
But someone else was.

Draped across the big wooden desk here was a naked white girl,
her wrists tied together and roped to the legs of the desk,
closest to the door. The girl was bent over the desk, facing
Michelle who stood just inside the doorway. Although her head was
upright, the bound girl's big boobs were mashed down on the
desktop by her own weight; her expression vacant as a thin
trickle of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth, despite
the bright red ballgag wedged firmly in her mouth.

Perhaps most surprising was that this strange girl's head had
been shaven smooth! Judging by the color of her eyebrows,
Michelle guessed that the girl had been a brunette. The girl
looked familiar, but without hair, the cheerleader couldn't place
her.

Perversely curious, Michelle walked around the desk, trying to
place where she might have seen this wretched girl. The bald girl
gave no sign of being aware of the cheerleader's presence.  This
wall opposite the door was mirrored, but Michelle ignored that.

Standing on the other side of the desk, Michelle saw that both of
the bound girl's feet were planted firmly on the floor. Despite
there being no sign of being bound, the girl's legs were spread
wide, exposing a smoothly shaven cunt, puffy with arousal and
glistening along her slick labia. The bound girl's pale white ass
was criss-crossed with angry red welts.

The sudden sound of footsteps made Michelle's heart skip a beat.
Someone was coming!

The thought of being found with this bound, bald girl made
Michelle almost giddy with panic.

"I have to hide!" she thought, looking around in fright. Her eyes
lit on the louvered doors of a small coat closet, next to the
entranceway.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Michelle slid into the coat closet
and closed the door just as the side door opened and another
figure entered the room.

The newcomer was a tall, square, muscular black woman with
extremely dark skin and close-cropped bleached-blonde hair. She
was probably in her early 40s and looked like either an ex-Marine
or a rough biker chick. Michelle was shocked to see that the
woman was naked except for a tightly-tied red leather bustier and
thick leather wrestling boots.

And she was also wearing a leather strap-on, sporting a black
rubber dildo that looked to be at least 18" long, which bobbed
obscenely as the muscular black woman walked. The dildo was in
the shape of a woman's forearm, ending in a tightly clenched
fist.

The bound girl gave no sign of noticing the black dominatrix's
entry.

"Coach ... Washington?!?" Michelle gasped in surprise,
accidentally leaning against the closed louvered door when she
recognized her gym teacher.

The black woman's head jerked up and Michelle clamped her hands
over her mouth. But after a few moments, the black woman relaxed.

"Well, Christine," Coach Washington chuckled, fondling the thick
rubber phallus in anticipation, as she strode to stand behind the
bound girl, "are you ready to experience my WBB?"

"Christine?", the hidden blonde wondered. Christine Marshall?!?
Was this bound girl really Christine Marshall, the girl who had
mysteriously disappeared almost a month ago?

"So this is what happened to you!" Michelle whispered to herself,
as she watched the dominant black woman position herself behind
the bound white girl's upthrust butt.  Though the older woman's
muscular dark ass blocked Michelle's view in the mirror, the
hidden cheerleader knew that the black woman was positioning the
head of that mammoth dildo against the bound white girl's
glistening pussy lips.

"You know what WBB stands for?" Coach Washington asked, almost
conversationally. "It stands for 'White Bitch Breaker!'" With
that, she tensed her ass and pushed forward. Michelle could
almost imagine the image of that huge, black rubber fist parting
the bound white girl's pussy lips and entering her.

The effect on Christine was electric. Her head strained up even
further and her blue eyes bugged wide open.  Her lips, stretched
by the unforgiving ballgag, formed a wide "O" of shock.

But the bound girl's expression went vacant again, as the black
gym teacher slowly slid the gig rubber cock back out.

Michelle could see the coach's muscular haunches tense as she
pushed the dildo in again, a bit further than last time. Again,
Christine's head shot up and her eyes bugged out as she strained
against the ropes binding her wrists.

"Yeah, that's too much for you, isn't it!" Ms Washington
chortled, as Christine strained in her bonds.

Again, the black woman slid out most of the way, grinning as the
bound white girl's body slumped back down onto the desk, her
expression once again staring vacantly into the distance.

Ms Washington began to slowly fuck Christine from behind -- with
each thrust pushing the massive dildo in a little deeper -- with
each withdrawal pulling out a little less.  After several minutes
of this treatment, the black woman gave a triumphant cry and slid
the big dildo up to the hilt, deep inside the near-senseless
white girl.

Christine screamed into the ballgag, her face flushed with pain
and lust.

"That's it, my little white bitch!" Ms Washington shouted,
victoriously. "Take it! Take it like the submissive little whore
you are!" The black woman was fucking her victim in earnest, now,
furiously plunging in and out of the mewling girl's quivering,
bound body. She continued to rape Christine for several minutes,
until the bald girl's body stiffened, straining against the
ropes, and froze in place. Christine's eyes were impossibly wide,
staring into the distance with a look of disbelief, horror,
ecstasy, and fatalistic resignation.

Ms Washington continued to rape the paralyzed girl, repeatedly
slamming her pelvis against Christine's exposed ass cheeks until
the helpless white girl finally shuddered and collapsed onto the
desktop.

Christine ... climaxed, Michelle realized, staring in horrified
disbelief at the bald white girl, almost unconscious and
trembling on the desktop. Christine had actually orgasmed from
being ... raped ... by that black lesbian!

Ms Washington slowly slid the thick, slick WBB from the bound
girl's ravaged hole and Michelle gave an involuntary gasp when
she saw just how much slithered out of the bound girl's
well-pounded pussy.  How could Christine have taken so much, she
wondered?

Gently, almost tenderly, the black woman untied the white girls'
restraints. Even from where she was hidden, Michelle could see
the ugly rope burns on Christine's wrists.

Ms Washington gently helped the panting white girl into a sitting
position before taking a step backwards. Slowly, deliberately,
she turned her back to the girl she had just raped.

Leaning forward slightly, she thrust her dark, curvaceous ass out
towards the panting white girl.

"Assume the position!" Coach Washington commanded.

Immediately and without question, Christine slid off the desk and
dropped to her knees behind the muscular black woman. Wordlessly,
she nuzzled her pale face up against the crack of the coach's
dark ass.

Michelle watched in stunned disbelief.

The gym teacher reached back and spread her muscular ass cheeks.
The bald white girl kneeling behind her immediately thrust her
pretty face deep into the dark recesses before her, submissively
crossing her wrists behind her as she serviced her dark mistress.

Ms Washington allowed Christine to rim her for several minutes
before stepping away and waving a hand at the chair.

"Time for your reward," the black woman husked, her voice thick
with lust.

Obediently, the bald white girl knelt on the floor in front of
the chair, facing away from it. Her face flushed with arousal,
she leaned back and laid her head to rest on the seat of the
chair, gazing up at the ceiling.

The black dominatrix then proceeded to sit on the bald white
girl's upturned face.

A look of pleasure clouded the coach's features and the
enthusiastic movement of the underside of Christine's pale chin;
visible under the trimmed blonde bush between the bigger woman's
outstretched dark thighs; left little doubt what was happening.

"So," Ms Washington murmured, seeming to gaze with hooded eyes
directly at Michelle, still hidden in the closet, "you like what
you see? You want some of this?"

The cheerleader's heart felt as if it had leapt up into her
throat.

"She knows!" Michelle thought, panicked. "She must have heard
me!"

Terrified at being discovered, she threw open the closet door and
bolted out of the office. She fled across the empty gymnasium,
towards the doors on the far end that led to the hallway and
classrooms.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the big clock on the wall.

It read 2:45.