Whatever Happened to the Pink n Prissy Collective? Part 4

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“It was at that exact moment that Stephanie realised we had set her up. It clicked who Kirsten was and her eyes went wide with horror as everything that had happened to Grace must have been flashing through her head along with whatever might have been about to happen to her. She just gaped at us, knowing we weren't going to come to her rescue, and something visibly broke inside her,” Josie paused for dramatic effect, her eyes locked with Sam's over the campfire.

“That moment was perfect,” Charlotte chimed in. “You could tell she knew she was toast. I enjoyed it almost as much as what came next. She just kind of mentally crumpled. I mean, Kirsten is one scary bitch, but knowing we were throwing her under the bus must have made her feel so helpless. Kirsten told her to strip and she just kind of did it.”

“Stephanie was a hardcore tomboy like me,” Terri continued, “so I get how humiliating it must have been for her to become someone's private Barbie. But when Kirsten pulled out those hideous leggings that make your body look like it was made of liquid metal she seemed almost relieved – like she was expecting a dress or something. It was like she forgot about the massive dildo strapped to Kirsten's waist was a second.”

“It was the heels that were the killer,” Cassie took over. “Obviously, Steph had no experience in shoes like that but they were so high she couldn't even stand. She kind of just toppled forward and put both of her hands on the dresser with her ass sticking in the air like a giant shiny bubblegum.”

“Brent must have got the thrill of his life when Kirsten told him to expose her butt,” Josie snorted. “He was still in that stupid nurse's outfit and shaking like a leaf as he peeled that shiny material slowly over her ass like it was a banana. Stephanie was trying to look back over her shoulder but she was struggling to balance. She saw us sat against the wall and I winked at her.”

“Yeah, Kirsten really thought we were a captive audience,” Charlotte said. “But I was enjoying every moment of it. Kirsten started rubbing Steph's pussy, gently at first then harder and harder, slipping one finger in, then another and another. By the time Kirsten started fucking her with the dildo, Steph was sopping wet.”

“Kirsten moved her to lean on a stool,” Cassie explained, “so Steph had to look right at us while she was getting pounded. With every thrust she made these little squeals like a horny mouse. I can still hear that sound when I close my eyes. After about ten minutes, Steph came hard and Kirsten took the strapon out and looked us dead in the eye. She was actually stroking the dildo as she said if any of us feminised another boy and she found out, we would be next. Then she grabbed Steph by the hair.”

“And that's why the Pink n Prissy Collective has been inactive for four years,” Josie sighed. “None of us want to risk it after hearing that awful howl as Kirsten jammed that giant cock in Stephanie's asshole. At least not until now. With your help, Sam, we're going to take Kirsten down once and for all.”