Assume the Position 3 -- by lightswitch (C) March 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." Post 3 of 4. (FF, lesbian), teen, (reluctant, nonconsensual), (interr, interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf), humiliation, (high school Phys Ed class setting), 1st time lesbian =========== Michelle sprinted across the empty gymnasium, beside herself with shock and panic. Her cheerleader uniform stank of sweat; she hadn't had time to shower after her last phys ed class. Her too-short pleated skirt rode up her curvaceous ass, showing enticing glimpses of sweat-stained panties as she ran. She had unwittingly stumbled upon the whereabouts of Christine Marshall -- the girl who had mysteriously disappeared almost a month ago. Only minutes ago, Michelle had accidentally found the girl -- who had been shaven and bound to a desktop -- in the gym teacher's office. Christine was being kept as a sex slave by Coach Washington, a dominant, muscular black woman! Worse, the lesbian gym teacher had known Michelle had been in the office, hiding in a closet while the black woman topped her young white slave. Michelle had bolted, in fear. "She was probably getting off, knowing I was watching," Michelle grimaced, racing across the gymnasium. "I have to find someone in authority and tell them!" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the big clock on the wall. It read 2:45. "Oh shit!" she murmured, panting as she ran. She grimaced, remembering that the situation with the gym teacher and the abducted girl wasn't her only problem. Oprah Jefferson, the heavyset black Squad Leader for her phys ed class, had come onto her in the locker room, before this encounter with Ms Washington and her sex slave. Oprah had made it clear that she wanted the blonde cheerleader to service her sexually, and would rape her in public if Michelle didn't meet her for a tryst in the gym at 3. "As if I didn't have enough troubles ..." Michelle thought ruefully, kicking open the heavy double doors of the gymnasium and running into the hallway beyond. She spotted the door with "Principal" painted on the glass and ran towards it. Ms Svenson, the new Principal! Of course! All Michelle had to do was tell Principal Svenson about all of this -- the transgressions of both black dominatrices -- and everything would be taken care of! Michelle rushed into the outer office and pushed past the protesting receptionist, an elderly matron with grey hair and thick glasses. She burst into the principal's office and stopped. "That's all right, Martha," the principal told her receptionist, in a soothing voice. "Let me talk with this young lady and see what's such an emergency that she couldn't check in first." The principal closed the office door and gestured for Michelle to take a seat. The young cheerleader, always a member of all the right social circles, had never had cause to be brought in front of the principal before, so this was the first time Michelle had ever seen the head administrator. Ms Svenson was surprisingly young-looking and stunningly beautiful. Michelle had never seen such a gorgeous woman and was suddenly painfully aware of her own disheveled appearance and unwashed odor. The principal was a giantess, easily a foot and a half taller than Michelle. But where Michelle was a fantastically pretty girl, Ms Svenson was a stunningly beautiful woman. The principal's honey-blonde hair was drawn back in a tight, professional-looking bun. Black-framed glasses with narrow, rectangular lenses gave her a look that was both intellectual and strangely sexy. This Norse goddess wore a navy-colored dress suit over a crisply starched white blouse. A bright cyan-blue ribbon served as a sort of stylish bow tie. The envious young cheerleader couldn't help but stare, never having seen such an enormous expanse of creamy cleavage. What was Ms Svenson ... an F-cup? Was such a thing even possible? "How does she find a blouse in her size?" Michelle thought, scowling enviously as her eyes flitted back and forth between the principal's enormous bosom and her own C-cup breasts -- now looking like mosquito bites, in comparison. Michelle realized that Ms Svenson had *not* found a blouse her size; as the beautiful valkyrie removed her jacket and placed it over the back of her chair, Michelle could see the buttons of the principal's blouse strained to contain their voluptuous contents. "Now," Ms Svenson smiled, her pouty red lips seeming to caress each word, "what seems to be the problem?" The young cheerleader blinked, her mouth hanging open stupidly as she bathed in the older woman's charismatic presence. "She looks like a Swedish super-model, posing as a scientist or business woman for a cosmetics ad," Michelle thought, eyes wide and face flushing. The young cheerleader blinked and shook her head. "What am I THINKING?!?" she scolded herself. "Ms Svenson is a *woman*! I *can't* be attracted to another woman!" It must be the after-effects of the shock of her encounters with the two black lesbians, she decided. She looked up to see the lovely principal regarding her expectantly. "Oh," the young girl exclaimed, flustered. "I ... uh ... that is ..." She struggled to collect her thoughts and get a grip on herself. How to explain such a bizarre problem? "Someone threatened to rape me," she slowly drawled, trying to choose her words carefully as she focused on the problem that immediately affected HER. The lovely blonde woman scowled, her bright blue eyes flashing disapproval. "They said they're going to hunt me down and rape me," the cheerleader continued, her voice cracking slightly with repressed stress, "if I'm not in the gym at 3, ready to ... service them." The principal rose to her feet, anger suffusing her lovely features. "All right," Ms Svenson said, grabbing Michelle by the hand and heading for the door, "We're going to confront this boy right now. Such things will not be tolerated. Who is this boy who threatened you?" Michelle blushed, feeling strangely ashamed. "Well, actually, it ... it wasn't a boy," she admitted. Ms Svenson looked confused. "Not a boy?!?" she asked, cocking her head. "You mean it was a *man*? Was it a member of the faculty? The janitorial staff? Was it ..." Almost dying of embarrassment, the humiliated cheerleader waved her hands in negation. "It was my PE Squad Leader," Michelle whispered, her face red with embarrassment. "It was Oprah Jefferson." The tall blonde blinked, unable to comprehend. "Oprah?" Ms Svenson asked, obviously trying to refocus. "A ... girl? You mean it was a *girl* who threatened to rape you?" "It was a woman," the hapless cheerleader nodded, heart sinking as she watched the principal slow down to regard her in confusion. “Oprah is almost 20.” "Well, this ... changes ... things ..." Ms Svenson murmured, obviously trying to collect her thoughts. "While that is still ... unacceptable ... perhaps you should just confront her and resolve this yourself," the principal advised, turning to return to her office. The frantic cheerleader felt fear surge up in her again. The principal was going to blow her off! "I also found Christine Marshall," she blurted. The older woman stopped in her tracks, spinning to regard the younger girl. "What?!?" she demanded, incredulously. "You found the missing girl?!?" Michelle nodded, her blonde ponytail bobbing behind her. "Yes," she confirmed. "She's being held captive near the gym." Ms Svenson was almost livid with rage. "Is that so?" she said, her lovely mouth twisting in suffused anger. "Well if that's true, we're just going to have to go rescue her." She turned and continued to march determinedly towards the gym. "Let's be off." Michelle let out a sigh of relief and followed, eager to be escorted by an authority figure and thus safe from the arrogant pervert of a Squad Leader. As they approached, the door to the Coach's office opened. The gym teacher, now dressed in standard gym clothes rather than dominatrix gear, stepped out, into the gymnasium. "Ms Washington!" the principal smiled, heaving a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you're here! This student ..." she waved at Michelle, "tells me that a kidnapped girl is being held down here!" The Coach smiled evenly. "That's right," the black woman smiled, leering openly at the principal. "I have a thing for big-titted white sluts." Ms Svenson nodded "Yes, we ... wait ... what?!?" Michelle tugged on the principal's crisp white sleeve. "She's the one who's been keeping Christine as a sex slave," the anxious cheerleader stage-whispered. The older blonde's eyes widened in shock. "WHAT?!?" she shouted. "That can't be ... Ms Washington is a member of the faculty! She's a woman! She couldn't have ..." The flabbergasted principal looked at the Coach in disbelief. "Is ...," the tall blonde stammered, "is this true?" The gym teacher gave a wicked laugh. "Slut-Slave!" she called out loudly. "Get your slutty white ass out here!" There was a sound of closet doors opening and almost immediately, Christine Marshall stepped out of the coach's office, in all of her nude, shaven glory. Eyes submissively downcast, she stood waiting at the black woman's side. The principal was visibly taken aback. Her lovely mouth worked, but no words came out. Her eyes darted disbelievingly from the abused white girl to her smirking dark captor. Before she could gather her wits, the confident black woman took the initiative. "Slut-Slave," she said, addressing the bald white girl but gazing evenly at the speechless blonde woman. "Would you rather leave with Ms Svenson or would you rather get down on your knees right now and stick your tongue as far as you can up my asshole?" Without hesitation, the vacant-eyed bald girl answered "Please let me push my tongue up your heavenly hole, my mistress!" Ms Washington smirked at the dumbfounded principal, shucking off her gym shorts and pulling off her top. "Assume the position!" the dark dominatrix demanded, standing proudly naked, except for her knee-high wrestling boots. Obediently, Christine dropped to her knees and buried her pale face deeply in the Coach's dark, well-muscled ass-cleavage. Looking over her shoulder, the gym teacher grinned at the shocked principal, as the thoroughly conditioned white girl slavishly rimmed the black woman's asshole. "You see?" Ms Washington gloated. "Nobody's being held against their will. She's free to do what she wants." And it was obvious to everyone watching that Christine wanted nothing more at the moment than to continue feverishly tonguing her gym teacher's tightly puckered asshole. Ms Svenson shook her head in disbelief. "This ... this is wrong!" she said. "I'll ... I'll bring you up on child-molestation charges!" Ms Washington laughed. "Slut-Slave is no child. She's over 18 -- she can do whatever she wants." The harried principal's gaze darted back and forth between the laughing black woman and the submissive white girl rimming the dark dominatrix's anus. Desperate to stop what she was seeing, she finally dashed over to where Christine was kneeling behind Ms Washington, lustily kissing and licking deep in the older woman's dark butt crack. "Leave her ALONE!" Ms Svenson demanded, shoving the nude black woman hard. The gym teacher stumbled back two steps, but didn't fall. She gave the angry blonde woman a malicious grin. "Oh, I was HOPING you'd make this a physical confrontation," the black woman husked, licking her lips in anticipation. Like a panther, the gym teacher sprang at the startled principal. They gripped hands, high overhead, each straining to force the other back. The black woman kicked out one muscular leg, sweeping the tall blonde's feet out from under her. Ms Svenson fell heavily on her rounded backside, her dark skirt flying up to reveal her bright cyan-colored panties. Before she could recover, the nude woman was upon her. They rolled on the floor, a tangle of thrashing limbs. The principal was much taller than her opponent, but where the white woman’s body was soft and curvaceous, the black woman’s was hard and well-muscled. They ended up with Ms Svenson lying on her stomach, her skirt bunched around her waist, and Ms Washington sitting astride the back of the big white woman’s calves. The black woman grabbed the prone blonde by the wrists and planted her big boots against the blonde's back. Then she pulled hard, pushing her legs out as she did. The principal's upper body was pulled up and off the floor as the gym teacher leaned backwards, but the leather boots jammed against the big blonde's lower back provided an unmoving lever point. Michelle watched as the opposing forces pushed Ms Svenson's massive mammaries hard against the straining fabric of the big blonde’s expensive white blouse. Something had to give. And something did. The buttons on the principal's crisply starched blouse popped off in rapid sequence, from top to bottom, as if they had been fired from a machine gun, revealing the bright cyan-colored bra that barely contained the cruelly-stretched blonde's enormous boobs. Michelle ducked to escape the flying projectiles as they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling. "You bitch!" Ms Svenson hissed between clenched teeth. "That blouse cost $98!" The cruel black woman laughed and unexpectedly released the white woman's arms. Unrestrained, the big blonde fell forward -- the only thing saving her lovely face from hitting the floor being her own now large, half-exposed airbags. The irate principal twisted and clawed at the sadistic gym teacher, and they tussled in a ball of fury, on the floor. But the coach was too quick and too strong. Ms Svenson found herself in a sitting position, with Ms Washington behind her, the black woman's legs wrapped around the white woman's midsection in a cruel scissors. The gym teacher rocked back, squeezing her legs together as she lifted the Norse Amazon above her. One dark, muscular arm snaked around the white woman's throat from behind, choking the big blonde in the crook of the black woman's strong arm. The big woman thrashed desperately in the grip of these two powerful vices, but was unable to break free. Michelle watched in horror as the big blonde's struggles slowly weakened, until finally she hung, limp and pallid, in the black woman's merciless grip. Ms Washington laughed and grabbed the white woman by the chin. Forcing the semi-conscious blonde’s lovely face back, the black woman pressed her thick lips over the white woman’s mouth in a deep, dominant kiss. Ignoring the principal’s feeble struggles and muffled protests, the aroused black woman pinned the dazed white woman's arms between their tightly pressed bodies. Then she pulled the blonde's nearly senseless body up until her powerful dark legs scissored the white Amazon’s perfectly proportioned thighs. Grabbing the white woman's head, she bent the principal's pale body back over her own dark body, trapping the big blonde's face in her dark, sweaty armpit. Ms Svenson struggled feebly, but was unable to break free. With her own hands free, Ms Washington unfastened the classy navy skirt from her victim and threw it against the far wall. The big blonde, still helplessly pinned but now clad in only panties and bra, struggled futilely. Michelle thought she heard muffled weeping. But the cruel dominatrix wasn't done yet. Without warning, she released her captive and scrambled to her feet. The big blonde’s professional-looking bun had become undone and the sadistic gym teacher grabbed a fistful of long blonde hair. She smiled as she paced across the floor, leading the white woman, who was still on hands and knees, as if she were leading a dog on a leash. Ms Svenson re-gathered her wits and attempted to regain her feet. But the gym teacher was too quick, she leapt on the big blonde, wrapping her powerful legs around the white woman in another deadly scissor hold, around the principal’s slender waist. Both women landed heavily on their side. The big blonde found her arms pinned to her sides. The muscular black woman again grabbed the white woman’s head and this time planted her thick, sensuous lips over the bigger woman’s mouth and nose. Ms Svenson struggled furiously for several minutes, but finally succumbed to the suffocating kiss. The cruel black woman sat the semi-conscious white woman up in a sitting position. Lying on her back, behind the big blonde, Ms Washington stretched her legs up to capture the white woman’s arms behind the big blonde’s back. Then the black woman crossed her ankles, trapping the big woman’s arms behind her pale back. She grabbed the white woman’s flailing wrists and pulled hard, forcing a cry of pain from her victim. After several minutes of this torment, she finally released her sobbing prey and again clamped on a vicious leg scissor hold, clamping a big, dark hand over the thrashing blonde’s mouth. Ignoring the principal’s feeble struggles and muffled protests, the aroused black woman pinned the dazed white woman's arms between their tightly pressed bodies. Then she pulled the blonde's nearly senseless body up until her powerful dark legs scissored the white Amazon’s perfectly proportioned thighs. Grabbing the white woman's head, she bent the principal's pale body back over her own dark body, again trapping the big blonde's face in her dark, sweaty armpit. Ms Washington gently caressed the groggy woman’s large, quivering breasts, smiling as she discovered the clasp nestled between the white woman's enormous boobs. "A front-loader!" the coach chuckled in delight, expertly flicking the clasp. With a muffled sob of shame, Ms Svenson felt her gigantic tits explode from their tight, elastic prison. "Oh, SO nice!" the lecherous gym teacher chortled, lewdly fondling her captive's big pink nipples. The black woman tightened her scissors, squeezing the life from her victim as she simultaneously clamped her armpit down harder on the pinned blonde's face. It was too much for the bigger woman, who shuddered and went still. After squeezing and suffocating her victim for a few more minutes, Ms Washington finally released her and rolled the semi-conscious white woman onto the floor. Hauling the dazed white woman to her feet, the gym teacher pulled the bigger woman unceremoniously to her hands and knees. "I think it's time we broke this white bitch," Ms Washington grinned, turning with a smile to Christine. "Get me what I need Slut Slave!" Christine disappeared into the office, only to return moments later carrying the massive strap-on that had so recently been stuffed so viciously up her own overwrought snatch. The black dominatrix smiled, looking over to Michelle. "You know what this is, don't you, sweetie?" Michelle gave an involuntary gasp, recognizing the cruel sex toy Ms Washington held in one hand as the black woman used the other hand to rip the semi-conscious white woman’s panties right off her curvaceous ass. "The WBB!" the cheerleader whispered, in fear and awe. "That's right," the muscular black woman grinned. "The White Bitch Buster!" She slowly rubbed the well-lubed head of the massive black dildo against the dazed blonde's pussy. Ms Svenson was starting to come to, shaking her head in an effort to clear it. The big blonde's eyes shot open as the big intruding cockhead parted her pussy lips. The black woman, never losing her lascivious grin, reached forward and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair in one hand and began smacking the white woman's big ass with the other. Then, the dominant gym teacher proceeded to rape the overwhelmed principal. Within minutes, Ms Washington had succeeded in ramming the big dildo up to the hilt, and was slamming the helpless Valkyrie's quivering blonde pussy with long, hard strokes. Michelle watched as her would-be savior, forced to meet her gaze by the fist pulling her hair, regarded her with wide, horrified eyes. But what terrified Michelle even more was the recognition of something else in Ms Svenson's expression. Lust. "She hates it," Michelle thought to herself, "But she also loves it! Look at her! Her face is flushed with arousal. She's pushing her pelvis back to meet each thrust." The black woman released her hold on the blonde’s hair and reached forward to grab each corner of the white woman’s mouth. Pulling back as if reining a horse’s bit, she stretched the bigger woman’s mouth back, using it as leverage as she continued savaging the big blonde from behind. Within minutes, the white woman could not maintain even the pretense of resistance. With a powerful shudder, the formerly professional-looking principal climaxed hard under the black woman's overpowering assault. Slowly, almost tenderly, Ms Washington slowed her thrusts and pulled the massive dildo from the big blonde’s now-gaping pussy. Face down, ass up, still on the floor, the white woman wept in shame. "Now," the black woman husked, turning her back to the weeping principal and thrusting her muscular dark ass out. "Assume the position!" Crying piteously, Ms Svenson raised her head and regarded the nude gym teacher. Still sobbing in humiliation, the big white woman crept forward and buried her lovely face deep in the black woman's ass. The stunned cheerleader watched in disbelief as the woman, who she had thought was going to save her, succumbed to the dark dominatrix and submissively began to rim the black woman’s asshole. Panicked, Michelle turned and fled the room.