This is a continuation of the Pink n Prissy Collective story which can be found in full on my index page. This particular caption is a flashback of this one with the unfortunate Stephanie appearing in her second Flashback Friday.
Stephanie pushed her way into the apartment, the by now familiar butterflies beginning to flutter in her stomach. Her latest conqueror, a short-haired goth girl so-called Arachna, followed her in – very butch, very cool, certainly not new to this kind of thing. Not that Stephanie was by this point. This was the fourth girl she'd gone home with this month in her newest attempt to scratch the itch that Kirsten had exposed.
Arachna's flat was all black suede and leather. It smelled just like the motorbike jacket Stephanie had clung to all the way back from the New Year's party at the lesbian bar where she had allowed herself to wooed with whisky and picked up. By contrast, Stephanie was all powder and shine – perfectly conditioned blonde hair and latex leggings so glossy you could see your face in her ass. Just as she had been that day in Kirsten's room...
“I'm gonna take you places, Bitch!” Arachna smelled her and wrapped a fingerless gloved hand around one of Stephanie's shiny butt-cheeks. She hated herself for it, but the b-word struck a chord in her and she could feel herself already starting to get wet. She parted her lips and turned to see the lesbian was pulling a strapon up over her jeans. “I'm gonna show you the fucking world!” She pushed Stephanie forward so that she was leaning over a sofa with both hands pressed into the leather cushioned wall. “I'm gonna grant all your wishes like no genie ever could!” And then Stephanie's leggings were being peeled down over her ass. An odd duality took over and she was somehow back at Kirsten's but also being bent over by this new girl. She felt the dildo being lined up with her dripping sex, ready to be pushed home.
“No!” Stephanie cried softly. “Not there!” Shame crept through her like an echo of every time she had played out this scene – like an echo of that first time with the entire Pink n Prissy Collective watching on with glee at her violation. She swallowed and imagined the last vestige of her pride dropping into her stomach. She needed this. She wished to God she didn't, but, fuck did she need this. “Put it in my ass!” She stammered.
“Dirty Bitch!” Arachna scoffed but didn't need asking twice. She repositioned her toy, rubbed some extra spit on it, and pushed it slowly but firmly into Stephanie's most private hole. She instantly went blind with a cocktail of pain and pleasure. She was being split in half and filled with something new – it was degradation, shame, lust and paradise all melted into one. A hand pulled her hair into a reign, another spanked at the ass that was being mercilessly violated. And then the hands were in her mouth, hooking her cheeks wide as she was slammed into again and again. Stephanie tried to reach back to spread herself to make her ordeal more comfortable but Arachna pushed her forward onto the sofa and continued harder. Stephanie moaned as she felt the first signs of an orgasm building – the familiar throb that she was chasing and had been chasing over and over since Kirsten – and that she knew she would go on chasing every weekend...
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