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I Own You
By : cris2747
Category: G through L > Glee
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee *sad face*. Warnings, warnings this is a BDSM story so if it's not your cup of tea then stop fucking reading it after the first damn chapter. And don't flood my inbox with your "disgust". Also would like to apologize for any mistakes since i only read through this once and it's my birthday weekend so i dont plan on doing much of anything until Monday. If you see any mistakes let me know and I'll correct them as soon as i can. I'll try to update my other three stories before Saturday but those chapters are really rough, so not until Wednesday or Thursday. Blah whatever, okay kiddos on with the show.

Chapter Ten: Practicing For the Solo
The next few weeks passed by in a blur for Rachel and life at McKinley was quiet for the most part. Since her fathers business trip ended up taking longer than they originally thought Rachel's still at Quinn's house enjoying every minute of being a live in pet. They are currently plotting a way to keep her there on a more permanent basis, which shouldn't be that hard considering the fact that her fathers business contacts are mainly in Columbus. So eventually they will have to move there and the HBICs aren't about to let their toy go without a fight. If it comes to it they're prepared to blackmail or even beg, no not beg they never beg, negotiate. They'll get what they want because they always do.
Even though everyone got the message that Rachel was off limits there were still a few stragglers that thought they could get away with bullying her but her Mistresses and Puck make them rethink their assumptions before their next class. Even Finn seemed to have gotten the message that Rachel was in no way interested in his ogre ass. Although it didn't stop him from giving her longing looks across the crowded lunch or the classes they shared. It takes a lot of self-control for her Mistresses not to go over and slap that dumb look of his face. She couldn't complain about the end results though, every time the grown mental midget tried to strike up a conversation with Rachel her Mistresses spent the whole night working her over in the most delicious of ways. It's not as though she needed a reminder though because every time her clothes brushed up against her welts or her butt plug dug in just a little deeper or the clamps pinching her nipples, oh she knew who she belonged too.
It's still a little strange for her to think that she belongs to someone else but the restlessness she used to feel all but completely evaporated. There still one or two lingering doubts but that mainly occurs when she's bent over being punished for being a bad toy. But she found being a naughty girl every once in a while has its rewards when she feels like being spanked. That's another thing that confused on occasion, she was never spank or really punished by her fathers so the joy she gets out of it gives her some pause. Which she gets over after the first hit, the wetness trailing down her legs is a big flashing neon sign that she loves it.
She's also come to notice her mindset is different before she was worried about solos and auditions. Ducking the next flying slushie that's thrown her way or avoiding cheerios in the bathroom. Just ask Artie, swirlies are not fun. It's like her mind is completely calm now. The only thing constantly on her mind is if her Mistresses her happy and if she's pleasing them. It took a while but she's got most of their quirks down. Take Mistress Santana for example, on her bad days she likes to take out her frustrations on her ass. Which is painful yes but the amount of orgasms she has later is worth it. Also the way she takes care of her afterwards is delightful. Mistress Santana always takes a warm bath with her after the session. They sit in the tub with Rachel lying on top of her until the water gets cold. After they're dry Mistress gently rubs her body down with cream soothing away her aches. It's moments like that, that makes Rachel realize that they care about her more than just being a fuck toy.
Then there's Mistress Quinn, who doesn't like to wait until they get home to release her pent up frustrations. Nope, she drags Rachel out of whatever class she's in and fucks Rachel until neither of them can move anymore. Then she loves to use the paddle she has squirreled away in a janitor's closet (if they go there or waits until they get home) that for some reason no one ever goes to and no one knows why they have it. Poor Rachel is so sore by the time that session is done that she limps for the rest of day. But when they get home Quinn gives her a reward for taking it like a good girl. Sometimes they take her shopping at that boutique where they meet the other Mistress. Sometimes they allow her to torture (their words) with a Barbra movie (mainly 'Funny Girl' surprised much?). Or it was a particularly extreme session they allow Rachel to choose her reward. Like Santana, Quinn is a secret cuddlier of course their version cuddling usually ends up with her on her knees taking it one way or another instead of doing whatever they were previously doing. But Rachel didn't mind all that much, pstt who is she kidding she loves it when she ends up servicing her Mistresses even more than watching Barbra.
Then there were the times when Rachel got into trouble through no fault of her own. Well maybe it was because she has a big mouth sometimes, but Mr. Schue went crazy and started his own a cappella group instead of concentrating on Glee. Did any really expect her to keep quiet about it? So maybe she could've used a little more tacked than simply telling him that it was a stupid idea for a middle age man to try and recapture his lost youth. After all it wasn't her fault that he married his psycho wife and gave up his dreams. And maybe she shouldn't have been so smug when that venture died a painful death and he came crawling back with his tail between his legs. Being hog tied and gagged for most of the weekend while her Mistresses fucked her without allowing her to cum gave her a new understanding of humility. So when she apologized to Mr. Schue that next Monday, it just surprised everyone else who didn't know about their arrangement.
Then that crazy Sandy Ryerson tried to lure Rachel away from Glee to star in play. She did leave for a short amount of time but her Mistresses put a stop to it quickly telling her it was a plot from by Sue to destroy the Glee club. Not that they enjoy prancing around the stage with a bunch of losers, but they joined to keep an eye on their toy and Hagrid. Mistress Santana brought out this new table she had specially made for their playtime. Rachel was bound hands and feet by the legs of the table with her ass pointed in the air. They took turns punishing her for trying to abandon them. She gets a tingle between her legs remembering the way they tied her up making her feel so helpless and punished her for hours and then they fucked her into a mindless state after that. It's safe to say that Rachel hasn't even thought about going anywhere after that, not after she wasn't able to sit down right for week. But she Mistresses didn't allow her to miss any school and of course she apologized to the whole club and then to make matters worse for her she had to perform at the Invitationals. Poor baby had so much trouble walking let alone dancing around the stage, it was pure torture for her. As further punishment Rachel had to sleep on the living room until her Mistresses forgave her but much to her dismay she's still not allowed on her Mistresses' bed. They can be strict Mistresses and not always in a fun way.
Rachel walked the deserted halls during second period, lost in her own world reflecting on the little hiccups in their arrangement when she was tugged not so gently into an empty class room. Whoever her capture was pressed her up to the wall, of course like any normal person she was afraid at first. But then she knew who it was when their perfume hit her nose that it was her Mistress Quinn.
Rachel sighs, "Mistress Quinn."
Quinn smirks biting the back of her neck grinding her hard dick push into Rachel's back side. Rachel moans trying to push back but Quinn has her pinned to the wall, "This a nice surprise, here I was minding my own business on my way to the bathroom when I see this slutty girl walking all by herself in the halls." Quinn grinds her hardening dick into Rachel's ass, "So I think to myself, Quinn it's been a couple hours since you fucked your toy, lo and behold here she is waving her pretty tight ass in your face."
Rachel's breathy moans makes her rock hard dick jump, "Taunting you like a naughty little bitch." Quinn chuckles pinching Rachel's clit over her drenched panties, "So I'm just going to take this to be some kind of divine intervention or some bullshit like that because I've been really hard all period long and I really needed to get off, Berry. Fucking Santana spent all last period teasing me while we were watching this stupid film in science."
Rachel tilts her head giving her better access, "Oh god yes please, please Mistress, please fuck your toy."
Quinn fakes a gasps, "Look at you begging like some kind of horny slut." She backs away slightly, "So show me then, show me how much you want it and take off your panties like a good little bitch."
"Yes Mistress," Rachel moans still pressed up against the wall, she quickly shimmies out of her boy skimpy thongs and skirt kicking them to the side.
"Hands on the wall, Berry. Don't move them or else I won't let you cum," Quinn sneers lowering her spankies and underwear at the same time. "Spread your legs," she says tapping her legs lightly. "Wider," Rachel happily does what she's told, shaking in need already.
Rachel grunts when Quinn slams into her core without bothering to do any foreplay. It's not like she needed it anyways she was wet the minute she figured out it was her Mistress, "Oh, oh god oh god Mistress you feel so good."
"Bitch you like this. You like my dick pounding that slutty hole. Don't you," her hard pace making Rachel's body slam into the wall with every thrust.
Rachel moans, "Yes, yes, Mistress harder please!"
Quinn grunts snapping her hips harder slamming Rachel harder into the wall, "Don't tell me what to do slut. I tell you," she says in a mocking tone panting into Rachel's neck.
She mewls, "Sorry Mistress, punish this girl if it pleases you."
Quinn grips her waist leaving more bruises, "Oh I will Berry, so don't worry that."
Rachel groans louder imagining what the punishment would be. "Oh god. Oh god, Mistress you feel so good."
After a hard thrust she moans louder, "Shh quiet I don't want a teacher walking in, do we dirty girl?"
"Yesss Mistress we don't ," she panted. She feels the pull in her belly start but she manages to hold off a little while longer.
Quinn rubs her sweaty forehead on Rachel's shoulder thrusting harder needing to get off soon. Quinn's mind blank the only thing that matters is the way her toy's wall pulse around her cock, squeezing her tighter. The hot sleek wetness suffocating her dick, choking it deliciously. Rachel wanted to hold off until she was given permission to cum but they worked her pussy hard this morning and it was still sensitive, "Oh fuck, please Mistress may this girl cum?"
Quinn grunts slowing down a little wanting to draw out the mini session a little longer, "No not yet you slutty little girl. Not until I do."
With that Rachel tries to push back to help her Mistress cum faster but Quinn pins her more into the wall. Her breast flattened against the cold wall and somewhat painful with the clamps pinching her sensitive nipples. The plug that was nestled permanently in her ass was moving with every thrust felt so good that if Rachel closes her eyes, she could pretend that both of her Mistresses were fucking her together.
Her pussy starts to flow like a river when she hears her Mistress's adorable groans and grunts tickling her ear. Turning her on even more, she pushes back against the hard dick stretching her out so good. Rachel pushes back harder when she feels Quinn explode inside of her filling her up. Rachel whimpers as her greedy cunt milks her Mistress's twitching cock dry. Quinn mumbles on her shoulder, "Cum for me, Berry."
Rachel arches her back, her legs start to shake as she cums exploding into orgasm after orgasm all over her Mistress's dick. Still panting Quinn sucks on her neck while hips moving inside of her in lazy strokes, riding out their orgasms. When she finally comes to a stop Quinn pulls out resting on Rachel's sweaty back. She's glad that Quinn was on her back because her weak legs wouldn't be able to hold her up right now.
After her breathing evens out and she's sure her legs could support her Quinn pushes off of Rachel's back admiring the cum trailing down her legs. Rachel turns around and quickly drops to her knees so she can clean her Mistress's cock moaning joyously as the taste of them exploded in her mouth. After weeks of training Rachel doesn't need to be told anymore to clean up the mess she made. Or the mess they left on each after they tease their toy by make her watch as they fuck each other when she's tied to the bed helpless, desperate to join in.
A lazy smile curls on Quinn's lip as she watches Rachel's head bob up and down licking her dirty dick clean. That mouth is magic the only one better is Santana's and Brittany comes in a very close third. Her dick twitches and jumps with ever swipe off Rachel's tongue or the hum of contentment as she licks Quinn's cock like her favorite popsicle. She feels her dick hardening when Rachel starts to swallow it down her throat but before she could get too worked up again she pushes Rachel's head away.
"That's enough Berry, I don't want to walk around with a hard on the rest of the day," Quinn tells her sadly. If she had her than they would never get to class, she would spend all day between her toy's legs fucking her until she passed out. Or watching Santana fuck their toy until she passes. Hell she would fuck Santana until she passed. Quinn tilts her head, seeing a pattern developing. When did she become such a horn dog? Oh that's right when Brittany and Santana took her virginities.
Rachel gives a small whimper of disappointment before giving the tiny hole on the mushroom shape head one last swipe. Rachel pouts looking to the floor, "Yes Mistress."
Quinn tugs her hair making her stand making her grunt at the unexpected pain. But when Quinn forces her tongue down her throat she completely forgets why she was feeling put out in the first place. Rachel happily opens her mouth allowing Quinn's tongue to dominate her own. They kissed hour what seems like hours to Rachel but when they hear someone walking around outside of the class. Quinn pulls back smirking as Rachel's eyes flutter open, "You're such a good little bitch, aren't you Berry?"
Rachel blushes practically preening at her Mistress's praise, "Thank you Mistress, this girl is your good little bitch."
"But it looks like your all dirty," Quinn playfully taps her swollen red lips. "What should I do? Should I let you walk around with my jizz on your leg?" Her eyes have a wicked gleam at makes Rachel's walls start to clinch in anticipation. "Or do I do you favor and clean you up?"
"Whatever pleases…" the air is knocked out of Rachel's body when Quinn pushes her hard into the wall.
"Hmm," Quinn kneels giving her cum covered thighs a playful flick of her tongue. "Since I do like the way we taste, I think I'll have myself a little snack." She licks the cum that rolled down her legs slowly, "You don't mind, do you Berry?"
Rachel moans when she starts sucking on her pussy lips gently, "If it pleases you Mistress, you can do whatever you want to this girl. She belongs to you Mistress and Mistress Santana as well."
Quinn laughter vibrates into her core, "I thought you might say that." Rachel leans her head on the wall moaning enjoying the slow throb (that never really went away anymore) build back up again. She struggles to keep her hips still when her Mistress's teeth graze against her clit. Once Quinn was satisfied Rachel was thoroughly clean she pulls away whimpering low. She could spend all day eating Rachel out but she had to get back to class. Fucking stupid teachers and their damn tests. She's not worried about getting a detention for being late though, sometimes it pays being one of psycho Sue Sylvester's favorite cheerios.
A very reluctant Quinn fumbles around blindly searching for her toy's panties and skirt. Blindly, because she doesn't detach her lips until she has them in her hands. Quinn sighs, "Lift up your foot." Rachel lifts her right one rather morosely and Quinn slides up her sexy boy shorts, "Now the other." She slaps Rachel's thigh hard enough to sting after Rachel hesitates and barks out, "Hurry the fuck up dirty girl. I don't have all damn day I need to go finish my test."
Rachel pouts pitifully lifting her other foot and then helps Quinn stand up, "Sorry Mistress."
Quinn gives her the eye brow lift of doom, "Somehow I doubt that, Berry. I bet a nasty little slut like you wants me to waste my time fucking your slutty little pussy." She cups said pussy putting pressure on her clit, "Isn't that right?"
Rachel swallows, "If it pleases you Mistress."
Quinn smirk, "That's right if it pleases me, than I would spend all day with you riding my cock like a naughty little whore." She kisses her softly, "But I can't so get to back to class and meet Santana in the janitor's closet before the next class starts. I have a feeling she's in need of some release too."
Rachel's feels her pussy twitch at the thought of Mistress Santana needing another quickie, "Yes Mistress."
Quinn kisses her again then pushes the reluctant toy towards the door, "Now get to class and learn something or else I'll spank that ass with the cane that you love, oh so much."
Rachel winches unconsciously covering her ass, she really hates that cane. Out of everything that her Mistresses use on her that cane is the worst, reserved for when she was really bad. Like the time she abandon them and Glee however brief to star in the school play. She clears her throat, "Library Mistress, this girl was allowed to have a pass to the library since her class work is done for the next week."
Quinn smiles wickedly, "All week?" Rachel nods, "That's good to know." Quinn licks her lips, a plan already formulating in her brain. It's been her goal since they started this to fuck Rachel, hell and Santana in every square inch of this place before they graduate. "Okay meet me in the choir room tomorrow then."
Rachel smiles coyly, "Yes Mistress but this girl has to check in class first."
Quinn shakes her head in mock annoyance opening the door, "Fine but you have ten minutes after the bell rings to get your pretty ass there or else you will be punished."
Rachel bats her eyes playful, "Yes Mistress."
Quinn chuckles swatting her ass as they go off in different directions but they don't see that someone was watching them from across the hall.

Rachel kept glancing at the clock waiting for the time to tick down until it was time to leave. Finally the bell rings, Rachel jumps up almost sending her chair crashing to the floor. When she gathers all of her things bolting out the door but she collides into a solid body.
She muttering her apologies as she drops to her knees and helps pick up the books. When she looks up she sees that its one of the baby cheerios but she can't seem to recall her name. Rachel feeling flustered, flushes at the hot angry glare the younger girl is giving her.
Rachel swallows handing her the books, "Apologies for running into. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.
The Cheerio sneers, "I would watch where you're going man hands my captains aren't her to save you now."
Rachel shakes her head sighing as she leaves without bothering to answer. Her Mistresses wouldn't let this girl get away with taunting her if she decided to tell them about it. It's not like she went running to them every time someone was mean to her, after years of keeping everything inside, it's still hard to let them in all of the time.
Even with the minor road block Rachel manages to get to her rendezvous spot before Santana. She kneels with her head down and arms behind her back, on the hard dirty floor. Rachel fidgets excitedly as the minutes tick by slowly until she hears the knob turn. Rachel prays briefly that it was her Mistress and not the creepy janitor. She quickly thinks of a believable excuse as to why she was kneeling on the dirty floor. She sighs in relief when she sees her Latina Mistress's long gorgeous tan legs sauntering up to her.
Santana mocking tones echoes through the room, "Well, well looky at what we have here. A horny little bitch waiting to be fucked," she walks around trailing her fingers on Rachel's neck causing goose bumps to erupt everywhere. Santana traces her plump lips lightly, "Such a pretty mouth but do you know what would make it even prettier?"
Rachel moans having a pretty good idea of what she's applying, feeling a gush of wetness drenching her ruined panties, "No Mistress."
Santana circles in front of her again cupping her jaw and squeezing it softly to open slightly, "My dick fucking that mouth would make it so much prettier?"
Rachel moans again opening her mouth wider, Santana chuckles, "You're such a needy little slut aren't you?" she laughs louder when Rachel nods, "You can't go a day without having something stuffed in those slutty little holes, huh?" She sighs when Rachel shakes her head, "I guess I could be a nice Mistress and allow the pleasure of having my dick in your mouth."
Rachel whimpers her big doe eyes imploring her Mistress Santana. The domineering girl chuckles, a wicked gleam in her as she lowers her spankies to her knees letting her big dick spring free. She fist it moving her hand slowly with Rachel's eyes watching every stroke, "I think after I fuck your mouth I'm going to bend you over," she points to the ground, "and pound that pretty little pussy but I'm not going to cum." She sneers at Rachel's mournful whimpers, "No I'm going to save my load for that slutty ass. I want you walking around the rest of the day with my cum sloshing around that tight hole. So every time you feel it move inside, you'll remember who you belong to."
Rachel nods groaning, "Oh god yes please Mistress…" But before she got a chance to finish begging Santana stuffs the large cock in her mouth. She didn't feel like teasing anymore, because she's been hard since teasing Quinn. She fists her hands in Rachel's silky locks holds her head still as she sets a brutal pace. Each stroke working her dick further down her toy's throat.
Rachel moans happily sucking harder and harder reveling in taste of Santana's cock. She was a little sad though, because she wasn't going to cum down her throat. Rachel wants to taste her Mistress's delicious cum like the addict she's become. Both ignoring the bell, signaling that they are late for class.
"That's right bitch take it all the way down that slutty throat," Santana taunts. "I wish I could record this and send it to Finn to show him what a fucking little bitch you turned out to be."
Rachel hums around the big cock lodged in her throat, "Oh you like that huh? You want the jolly green idiot to know what kind of slut you are," Rachel nods. "You want him to know who you belong to, huh?" Rachel nods again humming faster as Santana groans, "Oh fuck, dirty girl."
Santana pulls out abruptly, "On your hands and knees dirty girl." Rachel quickly complies and Santana kneels behind her ripping her panties off. Rachel hisses when Santana slams her dick into her hard without any warning. She grips her slender waist hard enough to leave bruises, starts thrusting hard, harder and faster and Rachel's squeals bounce off the walls. Santana slaps her ass hard, "Be quiet or I won't let you cum." They both knew how it was hard for the normally verbose songstress to remain quiet but they both knew how much it turned Rachel on. And as a plus it made the HBICs hot hear those muffled moans and grunts and tiny breathy whimpers that fell from her mouth.
Santana toys with plug in time with her thrusts. Rachel slams back meeting her thrust for thrust whimpers struggling to get out as she bites her lip. She waits to plead to cum but her Mistress said no noise.
Santana twist the plug, "You can cum as much as you want as long as you stay quiet."
Rachel throws her head, the veins in her neck bulging out as she swallows the long drawn out moan that wanted to come out. Santana groans fighting her urge to cum, wanting to make good her promise to fuck every hole before she sends her off to class. But the warm wetness soaking her dick and thighs was almost too much to take.
"Oh fuck," Santana halts her hips abruptly. Rachel whimpers lowering her head to her arms, wiggling her ass hoping to entice her Mistress to start fucking her again. But Santana just smirks wiping the sweat beading on her upper lip before slowly, teasing her toy, as she removes the plug and places it on Rachel's torn panties.
"I think it's time I open up this ass again," Santana gropes and pulls apart her cheeks, licking her lips at the pretty puckered hole. "I want you to feel me for the rest of the day. I want you to remember me every time you sit down."
Rachel pants pushing back, "I guess you like that huh? You like being my slut, Mistress Quinn's slut." Rachel nods her face flushing, she's not even bothering to pretend to be embarrassed anymore. Hell she gets wetter every time a dirty word falls from their lips. Especially Mistress Quinn with her angelic voice, it makes every syllable sound ten times dirtier. Santana smirks easing her throbbing dick out of the velvety wetness. Her dick glistens in the dull florescent light because of Rachel's cum, she pokes her head in the small hole.
She smiles devilishly when she hears a barely there whimper, "Do you want it?" Rachel nods, pushing back a fraction of an inch, "Prove it." Santana let's go of one of her cheeks and steadies her dick, "Fuck yourself, dirty girl."
Both girls hold their breath as Rachel levels herself up again and slowly impales herself on Santana's dick. Both girls relishing the feeling of that thick dick stretching her wider and wider with every inch. When Rachel's ass meets Santana's thighs, they pause allowing Rachel a moment to adjust before Rachel starts thrusting back slowly. Santana is in heaven and in hell, she loves the tight warm hole surrounding her cock but she wants to move, to fuck her toy hard.
It's always hard for Rachel to fuck herself because she can never hit the her spot the way her Mistresses do. The right angle or the right speed, it's safe to say that her Mistresses ruined her everyone even herself. She has to bite her lip to keep from begging for more, so she used the only thing she could, her body. She starts to thrust herself back with reckless abandonment, her ass stinging with every hard thrust. Santana grunts feeling the sting on her one hand that was still holding Rachel's cheek.
Santana groans a low chuckle, "Do you need help?"
Rachel nods, her wet sweaty hair matted on her forehead, "I suppose I help you, but what's in it from me? You can speak."
Rachel moans, feeling relieved to finally being able to let one out. She pants, "Anything Mistress, anything you want but please help me."
Santana smirks, "Anything?" she grabs Rachel's shoulder stopping her thrusting, "Even if Quinn and I want to take you somewhere this weekend?"
Rachel fidgets, "Yes Mistress anything."
Santana's smirks morphs into a smug smile, "Okay but like I said we're taking you somewhere and you will have no complaints."
"Yes, Mistress, but please I can't… I can't," Rachel groans frustrated but can you blame her for not being able to articulate a proper sentence with Mistress Santana's thick dick twitching in her ass. I'd like to see you try, "Please!"
Santana nods, "Okay but I want you to do one thing for me." Santana moves her other to grab ahold of Rachel's waist again, "I want to her you scream my name."
Rachel swallows, if someone were to walk by then they would know what was happening inside of the closet. But as she thought about she couldn't bring herself to care, "Yes Mistress."
Santana tenses her calves, pulling out until only the tip of her dick was inside and using the hand on Rachel's shoulder, slams back inside. Rachel throws her back and arches her back changing the angle that Santana's dick was jackhammering into her ass.
"Take it. Take it. Take it, bitch," Santana grunts. "Take it all."
Rachel moans, feeling the unmistakable tightening in her belly spread. Feeling her hole clinch tighter and tighter around her Mistress's dick, putting a choke hold on it. Feeling every stroke take her higher and higher. Santana groans low, pushing past the resistance slamming harder and harder. The sounds of skin bounce of the walls only to be drowned out by Rachel's loud, "MISTRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" followed by an even louder "SANTANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" as she comes crashing back down to earth. Instead of Santana falling with her over the edge, she starts to pick up the speed and force of every thrust.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Santana chants. The muscles in her legs start to shake, once again she silently thanks her crazy Coach for all the suicides she forces the team to run. Because without it she knows that she or Quinn wouldn't have enough stamina to keep up with their horny toy. That thought alone was enough to redouble her already blinding pace sending Rachel crashing into another mind numbing orgasm into another.
"Oh, oh, oh," Rachel screams incoherently.
"Shit, shit, you slut, oh fuck, you feel so good," Santana whimpers unable to hold off anymore and shoots a hot load into the Rachel. When she felt Santana fill her up, it pushes Rachel's into another powerful orgasm. Santana falls into a heap on Rachel's back, panting into her sweaty neck. Her hips and cock still jerking and twitching inside of Rachel.
"Oh shit, thank you Mistress, thank you thank you," Rachel chants falling with her face onto her arms again because her shaky weak limbs couldn't hold both of their weights anymore.
Santana kisses her neck sloppily, "As much as I hate to say this we need to get to class."
"Noooo, please Mistress stay here with this girl," Rachel whines pitifully.
She feels Santana shake her head, "No we don't want the school calling your fathers to tell that you've started skipping classes. They think we're a bad influence on you," Santana tells her in a mocking tone. She pushes Rachel's head back down when she tries to get up, still holding her in place Santana reaches for the plug. "Make sure none of my cum leaks out," she snorts. "Or else I might think you don't want me inside of you anymore."
"Yessss Mistress," she hisses as her nerve ending are set on fire again when her Mistress pulls out of her battered hole slowly.
Santana watches as Rachel's poor gaping back side struggles to close trapping her jizz, "Good girl." She eases the plug back into Rachel's ass, "Since I ruined your panties, I say it's plain good luck that I have a pair with me."
Rachel hears her Mistress shuffle around behind her and goes into what she's assuming her back pack. Santana tugs on her hair making her stand. Rachel glances to down to see a pair of plain white panties in her Mistress's hand. Frowning, she looks at her Mistress the question written all over her face. This wasn't anything like the sexy panties they buy and love for her to wear.
Santana gives her an adorable half smile, "Don't worry Berry, these won't be added to your normal attire." Her smile widens, "Maybe, we'll see."
Rachel shrugs inwardly, her Mistress has a plan. They always have a plan, so she's learned not to question or think too hard about it because when the time is right they'll let her know whatever it's about. The girls straighten her clothing and make their selves look semi presentable in silence. At least the don't look like they just spent the first half of class having sex. Well Santana looks decent, there's no hope for Rachel because ever since this started she's been sporting a freshly fucked looked all the time now.
Their peers are all somewhat dense but they're starting to catch on to the fact that Ms. Rachel 'Wait Until I'm 25' Berry has been getting down on a regular bases. But no one, maybe Jewfro when he finally figures something's up, is stupid enough to ask her who it is.
Once they were done dressing Santana pulls Rachel into the kiss she neglected to give her when she first walked in. She hands Rachel a pass that no teacher's stupid enough to question, official cheerio hall pass, and pushes her out the door. With an odd "Don't cum until we tell you too," Rachel skips happily to her next class. Once again both girls don't notice a pair of unfamiliar hazel eyes watching them.

By the time Rachel gets to Glee after school that she's a throbbing wet mess. As it turns out the pair of underwear her Mistress conveniently had on hand was a pair of vibrating panties. The first jolt came right before lunch when she was talking over the history teacher, who was most likely drunk and giving the class the wrong information. She might be calmer but she's still Rachel Berry and her education is important, so if the teacher wasn't going to do her job then she'll have to stand in until she does. So when Rachel was mid rant the sudden jolt had her squealing loud.
Red faced and panting Rachel stuttered out an excuse that her leg cramped up. The teacher stares after the girl like she was crazy before moving on with her lesson. Rachel swallows down a moan when the another , higher, jolt of electricity is sent her way. She looks back to see her Mistresses smirking at her wickedly. Santana winks before showing the remote hidden in her palm. Rachel shakes her head in disbelief before shaking her head smiling faintly as turns around to face the front of the room again.
She feels her phone vibrate, looking around to make sure the teacher wasn't watching she opens the phone and reads her text, 'Don't you like your gift? MS'
She quickly types back, 'Of course Mistress this girl loves all the gifts you give her. DG'
'Good. Remember no cumming until we tell you. MQ'
'Yes Mistress, DG'
'Good now pay attention, but later I want you to use that smart mouth of yours on something more…enjoyable. MQ'
Rachel stifles a moan before she replies 'Yes Mistress, DG'.
So that was pretty much the rest of her day. Her Mistresses were in a particularly playful mood but they almost made her choke on her lunch when the set to the setting on high and gave her jolts whenever she tried to eat.
So the poor little toy sat in the choir room ready to explode, wanting nothing more than for her Mistresses to take her home and relieve the built up pressure they created. But of course that would be too easy and they never made things too easy for her. They loved to torture her as much as she loved to be tortured and teased by them. It just made the sex and orgasms a hundred times better and more intense.
When the rest of New Direction trailed into the room the all were surprised (and disappointed) that Rachel wasn't doing her usual warm ups. Kurt and his fellow diva sat on the other side of the room, it was an unspoken rule now that everyone gave the diva and the HBICs a wide berth. The only two people allowed to sit next to them were Puck and Brittany.
Kurt turned around staring until Rachel snapped, "Yes Kurt is there something that you wish to say?"
Kurt looked startled at the mid outburst and Rachel felt somewhat guilty after all it wasn't his fault the her Mistresses were big teases. "I was just wondering, as I'm sure everyone in this room is, why aren't you practicing like you do before every meeting."
Rachel shrugs, "I'm resting my voice for the new solo Mr. Schue is planning to assign." Mentally patting herself on the back for coming up with a believe excuse so quickly.
"Kurt narrows his eyes, "What makes you think that you're going to get the solo, Rachel? There's plenty of other talent in the room."
Once again she shrugs feeling distracted wondering why her Mistresses haven't walked in yet, "I'm the best vocalist in the room Kurt. The fact that most of the solos are mine anyway is proof of that."
Finn grumbles, "Maybe it's the fact that you're a big slut and fuck Ms. Schue is proof of that."
Rachel glares at the man child, "Just because I wouldn't go out with you Finn is no reason to resort to name calling. If you acted like a man rather than an entitled brat, I might have gone out with. So instead of whining and carrying on like a child, go out and find someone that has little or no self-esteem because the way I see it that's the only type of woman that could lower themselves to go out with you."
Mercedes smirks, "So you're trying to say that Quinn has no low self-esteem, because she was going out with him in the beginning of the year."
Rachel shrugs with a mysterious smile on her face, "Of course not Quinn is one of the most self-assured girls I know. If you want to know the reasons she had for going out with Shrek then you'll have to ask her yourself."
"My ears are burning," a velvety voice taunts. "I think that means one of the losers is talking about me."
Santana raspy voice enters the room before the Unholy Trinity does, "I think it does." Rachel unconsciously licks her lips when the HBICs saunter inside the room. Their sinfully short skirts swaying seductively, "Does anyone care to elaborate or do I have to break open some heads."
Mercedes and Kurt glance at each other before Kurt pipes in, "Rachel was just telling the room that the only women that would go out with Finn or ones with little or no esteem."
"And I was just asking her, if that applies to you Quinn," Mercedes voice dripping with false sincerity.
Quinn raises the eye brow of doom looking straight at her toy. The little toy loves and hates that eye brow, it could send her straight into an orgasm or it could make her a trembling terrified mess. But has for now it was a mixture of the two. Her angelic voice carried a hint of steel underneath it, "Is that so Rachel? I have no self-respect?"
Rachel smiles serenely, "I never said that, m…Quinn." She always has to catch herself and not call them Mistress in front of other people, "If Mercedes had finished telling you my statement then she should've also mentioned that I find you to be one of the most self-assured women I know. Along with Santana of course and if you don't believe please ask Tina or Mike."
Rachel holds her breath when Quinn just stares into her toy's eyes, "Well Stutters is this true?"
Tina looks like a deer caught in headlights, "Y-y-y-es s-s-s-he said t-t-t-t-that you have your reason for going out with Finn."
Quinn flashes a dangerous smile at Rachel, "Did she say why?"
Mike clears his throat, taking pity on the frightened girl, "No Q, she said to ask you if we wanted to know."
Quinn shrugs finally breaking her staring contest with Rachel, looking at Santana. They held a silent conversation before giving Finn an amused smile, "I was using him as my beard."
Santana chuckles throwing an arm around her girl's waist, "Yeah Finnept, the whole time she was dating you, I was fucking her."
Finn's mouth drops open as the rest of the room gasps, "No way! You never even let me touch your boob! You always stopped and wanted to pray, so you wouldn't do that with her. Right?"
Quinn smiles that dangerously again, "Of course I didn't want you to touch me, why would I when I have Santana?" The HBICs giggle as they move to sit next to their smug toy, "I was using you for your popularity and you did me a favor by breaking up with me. Now the whole school knows what a lame ass loser you are when you can't even get a date with Rachel."
Santana leans forward making sure to glare at every member of the club, "Since you losers besides B, Puck, Mike and Berry or the only people that know, if the rest of the school catches wind of this before we're ready to come out I know who to blame." Her smile is all teeth, "And believe me you'll wish your Daddy used a condom after I'm done with you."
Mercedes and Kurt discreetly put away their phones and an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Puck and Mike were watching Finn, they knew he was only seconds away from throwing a tantrum like the over grown baby he is."
Mr. Schue for once had impeccable timing and the tension evaporated, "Hey guys! I have an idea for the solo at sectionals." He puts his bag down and takes out a stack of music sheets, "This is an awesome song and I think it'll show the judges that we're serious competition."
He passes the papers around, when Rachel got her sheet she started squealing, "This is perfect Mr. Schue right with in my vocal range. I know I can do this song justice."
She looks up smiling not noticing Kurt's glare, "What makes you think that this is your solo Rachel?"
"Because its Wicked Kurt! I clearly stated before joining this club that any and all Wicked and/or Barbra songs are to be sung by me." She stands up to her full 3 and half feet (Santana thinks sarcastically) glaring down at her somewhat friendly rival, "With all my years of practice, I feel that I'm the only one that can do it justice."
Mr. Schue whistles trying to gain the attention of his club, "How about this, a diva off? Whoever wins gets to sing the solo, does that sound fair?"
Quinn tugs Rachel done and her toy sags down pouting but willingly, "I think it's fair Mr. Schue."
Rachel looks up sadly, she thought her Mistresses would be on her side about this. Santana catches her eye winking, "It's fair but unnecessary since Gay boy doesn't have a chance on beating Berry." She smiles innocently, "But like we said fair."
Quinn stands up pulling Rachel up with her, "It's nice that you give these losers hope but too much false hope makes a person bitter, isn't that right Mr. Schue?"
Brittany skips ahead, "Right because I think it's safe to say that Rachel is going to be a big star one day and Kurt will probably be directing a Glee club of his own."
Puck shrugs his shoulders following his girls out the door while the rest of club look on dazed. Mr. Schue clears his throat, "Um well I guess you're all dismissed, the diva off will be on Friday."

Quinn parks her car in her drive way smiling at her reflection. She just dropped off Brittany and picked up some take out before returning home. Whistling under her breath she balances the bags in her hand before opening the door. Chuckling under her breath she can hear Rachel's voice singing that song loudly. But when she walked into the living room, she certainly didn't expect to see her toy riding Santana's lap like it was her own personal pony.
Santana laid flat on the couch with her arms under her head watching her toy's titties bounce up and down, "Aw come on Berry you can sing better than that." She reaches over smacking her ass lightly and puts her arm back, "Start over."
Rachel groans leaning back with her hands resting on her Mistress's knees grinding her hips in a circular motion, "Y-yes Mistress."
Rachel moves up and down in a semi fast paced before starting her song over:
"Something has changed within me

Something is not the same…
"Oh fuckk," she pants.
"I'm through with playing by the rules

Of someone else's game."
Santana laughs, teasing her with a couple of hard upward thrust, "Nope you messed up again Berry! How do you expect to win this stupid diva off if you can't even make it through the first verse?"
Rachel whimpers, "Sorry Mistress."
Quinn voice startles both girls, "What's going on here? I left to get some dinner and I find you getting your dessert already."
Santana chuckles hauling herself up looking over the top of the couch, never breaking stride. Rachel whimpers when the pistoning dick hits her at a different angle, "Hey babe, I was just helping our dirty girl practice for that diva off." She pauses groaning as Rachel bounces up and down on her dick, "Oh fuck, if she can make it through the entire song without messing up and hit that note at the end then she can cum as much as she wants."
Quinn licks her lips, her dick already hard, "Sounds like a plan. I'll just go put this in the microwave then we can both help Berry practice."
Rachel groans as her pussy clinches, she knows what that means. She moans loud, she can barely sing one verse now but having both of her Mistresses fuck her than it'll be fucking impossible. But fuck, it'll be so damn good she hasn't taken both of them since yesterday and she misses the feeling. Damn they turned her into a needy little slut if she can't even go a day without getting drilled from both holes at the same time.
"Okay Berry from the top," Santana taunts laying back down.
Rachel shudders, "Yes Mistressss.
"Something has changed within me

Something is not the same

I'm through with playing by the rules

Of someone else's game"
Rachel swallows a moan, she's determined to finish the song the whole way through before Mistress Quinn comes to play. Because fuck it's hard enough concentrating while riding her Mistress Santana but having them both makes her brain melt.
"Too late for second-guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It's time to trust my instincts

Close my eyes: and leap!
"OH FUCK, fuck, fuck," Rachel squeals when Santana pulls on the clamps. Her eyes glaze over and her mouth hangs open. Santana snickers tugging the clamps harder, "Ohhh Mist-resssss."
Quinn comes into the living room already naked, "You know I don't think that's part of the song Berry." She walks around the couch like a panther stalking its prey, "Maybe you need more…of incentive."
Rachel looks over at her Mistress Quinn, wondering when the hell she got the paddle, "If, if it pleases you Mistress." Rachel groans falling down harder on her Mistress Santana's dick, "This girl would lo-ve moreee incentive." She finding it harder and harder to form coherent sentences right now.
Santana hums her approval, "I think Berry needs all the help she can get if she wants to beat Lady Face." Santana tugs the chain connecting the clamps again making Rachel fall forward, "Just don't hit me Quinn or you ain't getting any for a week." She looks over Rachel's shoulder with a mock stern expression.
Quinn gives her an exaggerated curtsy, which should be hard to do being naked and all, but somehow Quinn pulled it off. Santana licks her lips watching Quinn's dick flop around, "As you wish Sir López, but don't wear yourself out with Berry. You owe me for coming out to the Gleeks today."
Santana winks at her, "No worries babe I have plans for you later, since our toy is still punished and not allowed on our bed. I think I'll give you a workout later."
The whole time her Mistresses were talking Rachel was fighting the urge to cum. It was a valiant effort and she should get a fucking medal. How many girls could hold off when as long as she has when a beautiful hard thick dick, was pounding the hell out of her pussy? Not many and Rachel was close to breaking the rules, punishment be damned.
The first hit caught her by surprise and she rocked in Santana's lap hard, making her eyes cross. "I don't hear you singing Berry. Do I need to take you off of Santana's dick and just whip your ass?" Quinn's voice takes that hard seductive tone that never fails to have her dripping more than she already is.
"No Mistress," Rachel groans, loving the sting radiating in her back side. "This girl is sorry but she didn't want to interrupt your conversation."
She yelps again when both of her Mistresses hit her hard, both hits equally as pleasurable, "Aren't you just a considerate little toy! But we're done now so sing and no more do overs," she can hear the sarcasm dripping off of every word that fell out Mistress Quinn's delicious mouth.
Rachel pants into Santana's shoulder, "Yes Mistress.

"Something has changed within me

Something is not the same"
Quinn pauses letting her toys voice wash over her. She can hear the struggle to hold the notes and it makes her harder. She raises the paddle bringing it down harder over and over again. Each strike makes Rachel's hips jump harder impaling herself harder on Santana's dick.
"I'm through with playing by the rules

Of someone else's game

Too late for second-guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It's time to trust my instincts"
Santana brown chocolaty eyes lock onto Quinn's bright green ones. Weeks of practice made them in tone with each other or maybe they've always been in tone because each girls' strokes landed at the same time.
"Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try defying gravity

I think I'll try defying gravity

Kiss me goodbye I am defying gravity

And you won't bring me down!"

Either this was heaven or this was hell, Rachel couldn't make up her made to which one it was at the moment. Aww fuck it, this is heaven. Her heaven and she's enjoying every minute. She starts rocking her hips harder wanting to please her Mistresses, hoping maybe they'll let her cum just once before the end of the song.
"I'm through accepting limits"
She smirks a little at how true that statement is, societies and social norms don't approve of the life style she finds herself in, but fuck it she doesn't care. This is the happiest, stress free she's ever been.
"'Cause someone says they're so

Some things I cannot change

But till I try, I'll never know! "

Quinn lets the paddle drop a few more times before letting it shatter to the floor. It's almost time for the big finish and Rachel's doing good. Why not give her double the pleasure?
"Too long I've been afraid of

Losing love I guess I've lost

Well, if that's love It comes at much too high a cost!

"I'd sooner buy defying gravity

Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity"
Rachel pants swallowing moans of pleasure but never misses a beat. Her Mistress's dick thrusts up harder and harder with every note. If she knew that her singing turned her Mistresses on this much then she would have been singing up a storm this whole time.
"I think I'll try defying gravity

And you won't bring me down!

"I'd sooner buy defying gravity

Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity

I think I'll try defying gravity

And you won't bring me down!

Bring me down!"
Santana glances back when Quinn gets into position, she grabs her toy's gyrating hips holding her still. Timing the whole thing just right Quinn enters her when she sings the first:
"ohh ohhh ohhhh!
"OHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDD," Rachel screams. She goes crazy rocking back and forth, taking in both cocks deeper and deeper.
Quinn's body crashes on top of Rachel's, their weight made it impossible for Santana to move. All she could do was lay there while Quinn drove Rachel harder onto her dick.
"Aww fuck, Quinn," Santana grunts. "I can feel you."
Quinn smirks biting on Rachel's shoulder she loves leaving her mark on her toy, "I can feel you to baby."
Rachel whimpers before imploring, "Mayyy thiss girl cum, Mistress?"
Quinn hisses, "You better cum hard! I want to squirt of over Santana's dick!"
Finally, Rachel thinks before her body crashes over the edge she's been tittering on this whole time. "OHHHHH OHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHH," her screams bounce off the walls, so much so that some of the neighbors look out their windows and over at the Fabray house. Each one wondering if they should go over and find out if anything is wrong, but they all shake their heads. The last time they went to check that Hispanic girl scared the hell out of them, so no thank you as long as no one's dead. Why should they care?
Quinn dick hardens more, something she didn't think possible at the moment, and then she goes crazy on Rachel's ass. Thrusting harder and faster drowning out Rachel's breathy whimpers and Santana's grunts. Santana pulls the pull start in her belly until she explodes inside of her toy.
"Oh fuckkkk," she groans filling her up and spilling out onto the couch.
A struggled moan escapes from Rachel's mouth as she cums again, seeing fireworks behind her closed eyes. Her pulsating pussy milking her Mistress's twitch dick, like a greedy bitch wanting every drop for herself.
Quinn grins as she falls over the edge herself, filling up her toy's ass making the helpless toy cum again this time the force knocks her unconscious. The HBICs lay panting, not wanting to move until their sure that their jellified limbs could hold them up.
Santana's mumbled something but Quinn couldn't understand her muffled words. Still having no energy Quinn grunts out her question. Santana rolls her eyes sighing, "I said we made her black out again." she laughs, "And get off bitch, your heavy."
Quinn flips her off weakly before rolling onto the floor. She lays there when a question popped in her head, "What happened to her plug? I thought she had an ass full of cum."
Santana wiggles around until she's able to get Rachel off her dick and off her tired body, "I took it out when we came in." She rolls onto Quinn causing the blonde to give her a weak glare, "I wasn't sure what time you'd be here but I wanted to have it out before you did in case you wanted to join in." Santana kisses Quinn's collar bone, "Since she's going to be knocked out for a while why don't I show you how much I love the fact that you told the Gleeks about us."
Quinn moans feeling her soft dick twitch, "Oh yeah, it turned you on didn't it?"
Santana bites her neck lightly, "Yup, I especially loved Finn's face when I told him that I was fucking you the whole time you two were together."
Quinn smiles wrapping her arms around the Latina's sweaty body, "I'm sorry baby, I know you hated the fact that I had to pretend to be with him. And I know it hurt you when we went out on dates and he kissed me."
Santana swallows shrugging off the pain that still lingered, "Yeah but you only let me see the real you. well me and Berry now. Brittany and Puck on occasion but it's always me that gets the real you. so I guess that the most important thing, right?"
"Right San because I love you," Quinn tells her sweetly. "And now the losers know it and soon the whole fucking will. And I'll never have to pretend anymore, I can be with you freely."
Santana lifts her head up, her eyes suspiciously shiny, "And Berry? Are we going to announce that?"
Quinn shrugs her shoulders, "That's something we all have to agree on. I don't think it's anyone's business what we do in the bedroom but it will be nice having everyone know why she's off limits."
Santana nods spreading Quinn's legs brushing her already hard dick on Quinn's ass leaving a wet trail, "Right because if that stupid Gigantor hits on her one more time, I'm going to cut it off."
Quinn winches a little, her dick shrinks back in sympathy, "Please, please don't talk about cutting anything off while I'm naked."
Santana laughs devilishly, "Aww is mini-Q scared?" Her hand circles around the softening dick, "Don't worry baby, I love mini- Q too much to do anything to her."
Quinn moans when she feels Santana's cock ease into her, stretching her out in a way that only she could. They once let Brittany fuck her with a strap-on because they hurt her feeling, by taking their frustrations out on her and called her stupid one day. It was an awkward affair for all parties involved, Brittany couldn't get the right rhythm and Quinn just couldn't relax. Brittany didn't even want to try with Santana, so it's safe to say with them she's a bottom all the way. And wasn't like Brittany doesn't know how to use a strap-on, when they were all experimenting together they brought in other girls. No one that went their school, just random girls they picked up at a bar or something. They had no complaints when she fucked them, no it was just the fact that she couldn't fuck Quinn or Santana like that.
Quinn moans again when Santana picks up her pace slightly, as if she knew her mind was on something else. And why is she even thinking about other things when Santana's magic dick is doing wonderful things to her? Right, she shouldn't now is the time to enjoy her girl.
"Oh fuck baby you feel so good inside of me," Quinn moans wrapping her long legs around Santana's waist. Her breath catches when Santana's rhythm changes into faster, harder strokes.
"Oh fuck baby I love you," Santana pants in her ear. She's still worn out from fucking Rachel earlier but she's going to make this good for Quinn. Even if it kills her, "You're so fucking tight. I love the way you squeeze my dick, like you never want to let me go."
Quinn uses her legs to lift up her hips with every thrust, "I don't baby I need you all of the time."
Santana grunts pounding into her ass harder, the sounds echoing throughout the room. She drills Quinn harder, trying to pound her into the floor. Quinn moans struggling to move with her but thinks fuck it, before relaxing and just holding onto the ride.
Santana hips become a blur, like she's trying to tattoo her name inside of Quinn. Mark her, claim her so no one will ever try and take her away again. Quinn groans, her teeth clanking together with every mind numbing thrust. Her dick squeezed in between their sweaty bodies, having enough friction to slide with every stroke. She knows she's going to cum soon, but she wants to hold off.
"Oh, oh, oh god," Quinn chants. "I'm going to cum baby."
Santana grunts determined to make her cum harder than she did when they fucked Rachel, "That's it baby cum hard for me. NOW!"
Quinn throws her head back screaming out Santana's name loud enough to jolt Rachel out of her unconscious state. She groans, her whole body feeling sore, and lifts her head to see her Mistress Santana's hips pounding into her Mistress Quinn's ass. She moans low, when a familiar tingle and wetness spreads through her body.
Santana grunts exploding into Quinn filling her up, the hot sticky mess spilling onto the floor. Quinn's legs fall limp off of Santana's waist and onto the her sides, little whimpers fill the Latina's ears. She feels her dick twitch she couldn't muster the energy to get hard again. She had Rachel riding her dick the whole time. Quinn was gone for almost an hour, so mini-San needed a brief respite. Only brief like dinner, homework then bed and then she'll show Quinn how she loves her again. Kissing Quinn's collar one more time, Santana rolls off of her and onto her back while both girls tried to catch their breaths.
They laid basking in the afterglow until Quinn felt a wet tongue slowly licking her stomach. She opens one eye to see her toy cleaning up the mess she made. Rachel looks up at her under her lashes, smiling happily as she worked.
Quinn laughs, "You're such a good girl aren't you Berry."
Rachel hums, "This girls your good girl Mistress, only yours and Mistress Santana."
Quinn smirks, "Damn right dirty girl." She tangles one hand in Rachel's silky locks while the other searches and finds her dozing girlfriend's. "Make sure we're all clean, not one drop left on us or we'll be having a discussion with that paddle again and trust when I say it won't be a soft spanking like earlier."
Rachel rolls her eyes inwardly, soft? Tell that to my bruises, she thinks with a soft chuckle, "Yes Mistress."
Quinn drops her head satisfied, dozing off with her Santana. Only for a minute, she thinks.
That Friday Rachel had the club staring at her in awe as she hits the note that Kurt failed to reach. The Gleeks stood up and gave her a thunderous applause. Rachel rocked on her heels soaking up the praise, a light red tint on her face. Of course it didn't feel as good as her Mistresses praises but it was a nice second.
Mr. Schue stood up smiling that creepy smile that makes her want to take a shower every time he wears it, "Wow that was wonderful Rachel! I didn't think that you could hit that note."
Rachel smirks glancing briefly at her Mistresses, who were sitting with a glazed over look. They were probably thinking the same thing as she was, "Well I was given a new practice method that proved to be more effective than my old one."
Kurt sulks in his chair, "Well do share Rachel, I think it's only fair."
Rachel shrugs a mysterious look in her eyes, "Sorry Kurt but that's my secret weapon and you can't know it. You'll just have to find your own method."
Santana guffaws, "Yeah Lady Face, Rachel's new teachers aren't taking any more new students. So you're shit out of luck buddy."
Mr. Schue steps in finally deciding to do what he's paid for, "Okay guys I think that's enough and I also think it's safe to say that Rachel one this diva off. So if we do use this song at sectionals than she'll be performing it."
Rachel gives Kurt a smug smile before moving to sit with her Mistresses. Kurt glares at the tiny diva, plotting his revenge. Quinn pats Rachel's leg, congratulating her before whispering in her ear, "Don't forget we have somewhere we need to go after your class. So be ready immediately after it's done."
Rachel swallows back a moan, whispering back, "Yes Mistress."
They turn around tuning out the curly haired director. Rachel let her mind wander, wondering where they could be taking her. The rest of the meeting past in a blur for Rachel her mind couldn't let go of the surprise her Mistresses had in store for her. She waited for her Mistresses to drop her off at the studio but was told that Noah was going to be driver since Coach Sylvester called a last minute practice. The cheerios were getting ready for their sectionals next week as well.
Rachel's class also past in a blur, she's sure she did worse than the new students. But she couldn't bring herself to care her Mistresses were waiting. Rachel skipped happily to Santana's car, she opened the back door and kissed them on their cheeks, "Hello Mistresses, this girl missed you."
Santana starts the car scoffing playfully, "Really Berry? We were only gone for what two hours?"
Rachel blushes putting on her seatbelt, "Yes Mistress, this girl misses you and Mistress Quinn whenever you're away. However long it might be."
Quinn chuckles glancing in the mirror, "Aren't you just a sweet little toy."
Rachel's blush deepens as she sits back listening to her Mistresses chat about the crazy antics of their Coach. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice that they stopped. When she looked up to the building they were parked in front of, her mouth dropped open.
"A tattoo parlor, Mistress," she stuttered out. Her whole body winched at the pain to come that she most likely will not enjoy.
A/N: Song used is Defying Gravity from 'Wicked'
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I Own You