Quickly the women came to decision but Kristina was still not back.
"Lets go get her" suggested Sharon. The others agreed and soon they were outside the bathroom from where Kristina's moans were easily audible.
"The bitch is frigging herself silly" said Kelly with a grin.
"Well we can help that can't we" replied Sharon holding up the camera and grinning back.
Quickly they burst into the bathroom. Kristina gave a cry of shock and jerked her hand out of her sopping pussy just as the camera flashed. Shame and arousal raced through her.
"I..." she managed trying to rise from her seat on the toilet.
*FLASH*
*FLASH*
*FLASH*
"Ohhh..." her excuses died in her throat as arousal roared through her. She was so humiliated having them see her like this but she couldn't help it, she was so aroused. Her knees gave out and she sank back onto the toilet seat.
"It's alright" began Sharon from behind the camera
*FLASH*
"We know what a..."
*Flash*
"....Slut you are"
*Flash*
Kristina tried to deny it but by now she was far too aroused. Quickly she plunged a hand back between her legs and used the other to raise her right breast to her mouth so she could suck and lick it.
*Flash*
"This is great" bubbled Kelly
*Flash*
"Yeah" replied Sharon as Kristina slid moaning onto the floor her hands a frantic blur.
*Flash*
Heather stepped forward and placed one high heeled foot over Kristina's pussy. Kristina moaned at being stopped from her pleasure but she needed to please them.
*Flash*
Kristina writhed under Heather's foot as the heel slid partly into her sopping cunt.
"Please" she whined both hands desperately mauling her breasts "I need to cum"
*Flash* "Aooow... oh.. pleeeeease!"
*Flash* "Uhnnn.. ooooo... I'll do... ahhh... anything..." Kristina panted tugging and twisting at her engorged nipples in a desperate attempt to get herself off.
"Then cum bitch" said Heather with a haughty sneer as she rammed her spiked heel deep into Kristina's cunt.
And Kristina did. Hard.
*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*
Sharon used the rest of the film as Kristina bucked and writhed, moaning and crying out, impaled on Heather's heel.
When she finally got her breath back and her eyes focused Kristina looked up at the four women towering over her. She looked mortified
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm...." she began desperately, her cheeks bright red and humiliation written all over her features now the arousal had subsided. She tried in vain to cover her sopping pussy with her hands.
"Enough about you bitch" shot back Heather "We can't have a slut like you in our group"
Kristina looked like she had just punched her in the gut.
"Please" she begged dragging herself to her knees "Please, I'll do anything!".
Heather stared down at her for a moment. Kristina had never looked more serious about anything in her life. Or more desperate.
"Well, there might be a way.." Hope and joy sprang onto Kristina's face and she opened her mouth to thank Heather but she cut her off before she could speak.
"But you'll have to prove yourself and be initiated. And first you'll have to clean your juices off of my shoe. I won't walk around with bitch slime on my shoes."
Kristina stared at Heather's shoe. Her juices were clearly evident splashed up the spike right to the heel. What Heather wanted her to do was so degrading she would never normally have even considered it. And her words intimated worse to come. But she so desperately wanted to be in their group. Indecision froze her. Could she debase herself for these women just for an unknown place in their group?
There was a click as Sharon finished reloading the camera. |