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 =========== 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.