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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
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Secret Girls Club Part 22
(Dove recounts some of her experiences as her sophomore year came to close.)
By the end of my sophomore year, I had built quite a reputation. Marcie
and I became partners near the end of my freshman year and I helped
place several girls in her harem. Now she was about to graduate and
attend college a couple of thousand miles away.
It was
inevitable that Marcie became my first true experience in having sex
with a girl. She took the lead and guided me through an incredible
experience that ended with an explosive orgasm that made me think I
would never have any dealings with a male.
Christa remained in
the picture. She had been dating several girls over the past year and
never really felt whole. She became my second lesbian experience and
while we never became girlfriends, she was definitely a friend with
benefits.
I extended my winning streak throughout the year,
feeding mainly on juniors and freshmen. I did beat a couple of seniors
too. After Marcie gave me the night of a lifetime, I made too many
mistakes in my next match and was beaten by a freshman! Darla wasn’t
even that good at wrestling, losing as often as she won. But my mind
was still in a daze and I suffered my worst embarrassment as a wrestler
in that match.
Darla was full of herself as she led me to the
Wall of Shame, making sure I was on full display. She had me loudly
proclaim that I had been beaten by a superior wrestler. That tasted
nasty in my mouth but I wanted to set an example for being a good
loser. I accepted all the taunting, mostly by freshmen, for the rest of
the night as I hung, my hands tied off over the bar, fully naked. I
felt shame as hands explored my exposed body, something I was known for
as a winner. I even felt fingers sliding along the lips of my vagina. I
kept my eyes closed and fantasized about Marcie.
Christa
became known as the babysitting wrestler. She took on matches every so
often but was better known for taking care of a growing harem for both
Marcie and me.
Of course, I had feelings for Christa and kept
them at the level of deep friendship until I caved while in a weak
moment. Marcie decided we would make love once only and I started
looking at Christa as a substitute. It was nice with her but never
reached the level of intensity that Marcie created. Still, Christa and
I remained good friends and got together a few times.
About
Darla: she never should have agreed to a rematch, even if it was an
unwritten rule. She paid the price when I toyed with her for an
extended period. I left her in panties for a while, even going so far
as to tear open her panties so that they hid nothing. Then, as agreed
beforehand, I forced the ruined underwear into her mouth, grabbed her
hair and dragged her around the mat. She had to crawl on all fours and
bark for me whenever we stopped in front of another girl. I made sure
she stopped in front of any freshman watching.
I did something
a little different when we reached the Wall of Shame. I tied her hands
behind her back and then put a collar on her neck, with a leash
attached to the bar. I wrote “Dove Rules” across the top of her tits in
shiny red lipstick and had her stick out her tongue for the duration of
her shame time.
Revenge is the greatest feeling, almost as
good as having sex with Marcie. I surged with power, lust and pride as
girls came around to tell me how great I was.
My sister,
Mel, who was finishing her college degree in business, announced she
was getting married. She and Amanda would tie the knot in the summer
and I was going to be in the wedding party.
After Marcie
graduated, we had one last moment of passion. She strode up to me
following the ceremony and drew my lips to hers and the kiss must have
lasted well over a minute. I was left speechless when she broke away,
smiled at me and kept her hands on my cheeks before rejoining her
fellow seniors.
That summer, Christa and I kept busy hosting
The Bondage Games, in which the 15 girls in her care competed for
prizes. Losers were always spanked. Competitors had to remain naked
throughout the competition, which lasted nearly five hours in Christa’s
backyard. Nearly all the girls suffered some form of humiliation.
Ever try to balance a dog treat on your nose with your hands tied
behind you while trying to walk 10 yards with clothed girls poking at
you?
There was a toe-sucking competition, a body oiling
competition, a hogtied competition, a doggie race ... Well, you get the
idea.
The day went so well that we all decided to continue the competition the following summer.
It came time to begin my junior year. The senior class continued to
display overwhelming submissive tendencies, and it wasn’t much fun
wrestling them. A lot of sophomores were also a little hesitant since
the Darla incident. And the freshman? Well, they’re so young, fresh and
innocent. Would I ever get a challenge?
End of Part 22