The Prom Queen's Scepter

Note: Sorry this took so long, I got caught up in all that real life bullcrap. Here's the most recent chapter, I'm thinking one more after this before I wrap it up. You ready?
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~~~~~~~~~[PART 4: A Birksome Situation]

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Kraft?"

The mustached man smiled at Libby and patted his pad of detention slips. "Yes, Miss Chessler. I was going to write you up for taking too long to decide on a theme for this year's fund raiser, but I've decided on an... alternate form of punishment."

"Willard!" she cried out in surprise when she found herself lying across his vice principal's desk. "Why, this is so sudden! What's come over you?"

"Probably something brought on by a supposedly-innocuous substance in government cheese," he said in a sensual voice, unzipping her jeans. "But forget about that for now, my dear. Right now, we have more important matters to- GOOD GRACIOUS!"

"Oh no," Libby breathed when she saw a sizable erection sticking out of her jeans and piercing the crisp, air-conditioned space above her pelvis. "I forgot... I'm a boy now! Damn, if only this had happened BEFORE the change!"

"It's allright," Mr. Kraft said, smoothing out his hair and taking a steadying breath. "We can adjust for present conditions. Here."

"You little devil," Libby snickered when he dropped his pants to the floor, exposing a prick of modest size. Then he crawled up onto the desk, straddling her, and her smile faded. "Wait... what exactly is the plan?"

"I've always wanted to try this," he told her, rubbing his hands together. "But those leather daddies in the bars intimidated me too much, so... I guess you'd say this is a welcome opportunity."

Libby thrust her hands under his buttocks and strained to hold him up and over her dick. "Wait! Can't we talk about this? I... I don't think I want to be the one to pop your caboose cherry!"

"Fire that baby up and let 'er rip!"

"Please, don't do it! AAAAGH!"

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Libby awoke with a start, clutching the sheets to her chest. Where was she? Ah. Her beloved pictures of herself still hung all over the walls surrounding her downy-soft bed. She was home, which meant the whole thing had been a colossal, abysmal dream. THANK HEAVEN. Her skin was still crawling from where it had touched the vice principal's.

Unfortunately, her next move was to smile with relief and throw the bedclothes off so she could hop into the shower - which is when she saw the enormous bulge in her pajama bottoms. One part of her dream had not been fictional, it seemed.

"No," she whispered, glancing left and right. Of course nobody was there; who would be lurking in the dark recesses of her own bedroom? But she still covered it up again and squeezed her eyes shut. "Please let it go away... please let me go back to normal, God, PLEASE..." A quick peek; still there. Slowly, as if it might bite, she eased her pajamas downward...

And it flopped out, ready as ever, into the low light of morning that streamed in her window. If it wasn't just as big as it had been when Sabrina took it into her mouth, it might even have been bigger now.

"Where did you COME FROM?!" she demanded of it. Then, remembering her mother liked to sleep in, she slapped her hand over her mouth; however she dealt with this, confessing to her parents that she had suddenly become a man was not high on her list of wise moves. They'd ship her off to a psychiatrist - or a research lab. Or both.

Without a doubt, she had hoped that ALL of it had been a warped nightmare brought on by too much fro-yo, but it seemed only the part about Willard was a figment. Everything else had really happened; swapping out her sexual equipment, banging Sabrina like there was no tomorrow, being coerced into further experimentation with CC by Jill... and Harvey invading her in an unthinkable way. All true. What was she supposed to do on the morning after?

Once she heard no sound in the hall and was satisfied her cry had not alerted the house at large, she slowly removed her pajama pants entirely and pulled them up beside her. Then she took her reading light from the bedside table and ducked under the covers; it was time to get a good look at this thing.

It was a dick, allright. No big surprise there, though she wished it had been. It smelled vile; after wondering at the reason for that, it dawned on her that she'd forgotten to take a bath after getting home from the Slicery. She'd been SO TIRED. That meant she was smelling her own cum mixed with the vaginas of two classmates. Who knew how dirty or clean either of them kept their muffs? CC had a grasp on good hygene, but Sabrina... the freak probably didn't even really BATHE. There could be anything at all on there...

And she wanted to suck on it. Even though it was filthy. She strained her mouth toward it for a few moments, but there was nothing doing; her ribs ached from the effort. No auto-fellatio for Libby Chessler! Probably just as well.

'Why did I even bother trying that?' she thought angrily. 'That's sick! But it... it looks so hot...' And it did. How could she fight it? At heart, she was still a heterosexual female, and the sight of a huge, erect cock sent ripples down her spine... and now those ripples went through the very cock she was ogling. It was getting HARDER.

Libby touched it, just with one finger. It resopnded by throbbing so readily that she almost moaned aloud. At a loss, she began tracing that fingernail along its underside, delighting in the new sensation. Then she cupped and squeezed her balls to see how that was. Her hand strayed toward her hindcheeks, but she changed direction and played with her cock again; she wasn't ready for more anal play. Maybe not ever, but certainly not the next day.

'I'm losing it,' she mourned inside her mind as she licked her own hand - the taste was irresistible - and used the now-wet fingers to pleasure herself. 'I am going to hell for this, I just know it.'

But the more she masturbated, the less she cared - about her reservations, her lost womanhood, decency, consequences. She had a sizzling length of flesh that demanded it be worshipped, and she intended to do just that. Sanity be damned.

Her other hand played - played with her balls, then with her tits. Pinching her nipples was a whole other kind of erotic. She even rubbed her stomach, and that was somehow almost as satisfying as the other activities. All the while, polishing her new man-sword faster and faster, feeling the skin become hot, watching it redden. Veins stood out in strong relief and the head turned purple, and though that should have made it ugly it just became more attractive.

'God, I wish I could put this in my own ass.' She tried; no luck, it didn't bend that way. Not that she truly believed she could bend something so rigid.

Around the time she felt her toes curling around little bunches of her fitted sheet, she knew she was about to spray. No, not all over the bed! But she didn't have time to find a towel or some kleenex to catch it in. What about the bathroom? Even further!

Crying freely as she stroked, her free hand grabbed her pajama bottoms and yanked the panties free. Pure, innocent, white cotton panties... which, a few seconds later, she filled with a staggering amount of creamy-white semen. Enough to impregnate a dozen young lesbian couples.

"No," she sobbed, staring at her underwear and how weighted-down they were now. "Jesus, I... I'm a pervert... I just came on my own panties." She knew it hadn't happened because she was aroused by the delicate garment - but wasn't thinking her dick was hot equally wrong?

She had to hide them. Something had to be done. What could she do, though? If she could get to the bathroom, she could rinse them out with shampoo well enough that her mother PROBABLY wouldn't notice when she did laundry - or she could just do the laundry herself. Or she could try to throw them away...

"That's what I'll do. I'll throw them away - at school. Even if they find them, they'll never suspect I did it because I'm supposed to be a girl." She nodded vigorously, as if agreeing with someone else. Then she got up from her bed - staggering due to loss of energy - and found an empty plastic shopping bag from some ritzy store in the mall or other. In went the soggy panties with such an unpleasant GOOSH that Libby cringed.

"Houston... we have a problem. A way major problem."

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The problem consumed her thoughts all through her morning routine and on the way to school, and even distracted her somewhat during before-school cheer practice. She was able to keep control of it to the point where she didn't become aroused - partially because her libido was all tuckered out after so much recent activity - but she still tried to decide the best course of action. If there was absolutely no way she could live with it, maybe she could go away over Christmas vacation and have it removed. Then nobody would have to be the wiser.

Already it was a problem when she had to sneak into the cafeteria and toss her completely-ruined panties into a mostly-empty trash can. This was after less than 24 hours. How was she supposed to carry on with her life on a daily basis if already she was disposing of evidence?

When Libby said she wanted to practice with Valerie on top of the pyramid "so the second-stringer can get some experience", Jill winked at her. Damn blonde bimbo. Did she have to make a big deal out of it all? Just for that, she called her out on the way she kept doing the high-kick in ever-so-slightly the wrong direction; it was something that had been bothering her for a long time but out of respect for their friendship, she'd kept it to herself. That would teach her to be needlessly annoying.

Libby shrugged her shoulders out and went on with practice, drinking more water than usual. She'd been expending too much bodily fluid and needed to rehydrate. By the time they called it quits and headed for the showers, Libby began to feel woozy. At first, she just thought she had pushed herself too hard, but then she had to reason that it might be the sexual activity. Coming like a freight train four times in one day might leave a person with some residual grogginess the next day, right? But when she almost stumbled headfirst into the bleachers, she knew something was really wrong. The hand clutching for support knocked over the team's boombox, and it hit the floor with a huge crash.

"Oh... oh crap, I..."

She managed to lay down just before she truly fell. As darkness enveloped her vision, she saw a few bare feet thundering across the gym floor toward her, heard muffled questions, but nothing was making sense. As if it had been BEFORE she passed out, anyway...

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"Look, she's waking up."

Libby tried to raise her head, but it wasn't easy when it was all fuzzy and blurry. When she did open her eyes, streaks of light went past like slow-burning comets. Her temples pounded and her stomach was churning. Everything felt awful.

"How are you feeling?"

Libby tried to zero in on the voice, put it with a face, but she couldn't see it and right now she couldn't place it without the visual. Then she tried to talk - only to find she couldn't. She'd been gagged. "HMPHGG!"

"Don't struggle so much. You'll only end up in more pain."

Slowly, her vision started to clear, even though the fuzziness in her brain and the headache stayed about the same. Standing in front of her was Jill, wearing her underwear. Of course it was Jill. Libby tried to speak again, and tried to stand, but nothing would move.

"Ah, ah, ah," Jill teased, wagging a finger in her face. "That won't do, trying to get away. I've got a very special present for you, and maybe I'll take it away if you're bad."

Libby glared. She could communicate a lot with her eyes; it was easy to put just the right amount of fire in with the ice to convey that she thought Jill was going too far. Years of dedicated practicing. But Jill only smiled. "No, Libby, your present isn't ME. You made it very clear that I'm not what you're after, which is fine, I guess. Something else, then. CC?"

Libby shifted against her bonds - that's what they were. Some kind of surplus cords from the physical education's storage room. She was in a chair with her arms pinned behind its back. Even her ankles were tied to the legs; all bases covered. Without anything else she could be doing, she resigned herself to waiting to see what the so-called surprise would be. Probably something horrifying, or disgusting, or even tacky.

What she wasn't expecting was for it to be more tacky than anything else. It was Valerie Birkhead.

"What is this, guys?" she said nervously, with that ever-present uncertain smile of hers. "Libby wants to see me, but wh- oh, there you are, Libby! They said... wait, why are you all tied up?"

"FORGET IT," Libby tried to say - except what came out was "MMF" because of the cloth jammed between her lips.

"It's part of the game," Jill whispered into Valerie's ear.

"Game?"

"Libby wants to play with you," CC said. To her credit, she sounded a lot more nervous about this than Jill did, but she still kept licking her lips expectantly. "She told me to tell you that she has been for a long, long time, but that she couldn't do it out in the open. Because of the rules."

Valerie glanced at Libby and nodded. "Because I'm such a loser, you mean."

"Your words, not ours," Jill said, patting her on the back. "But now Libby wants to make it up to you... except this is the only way she can stand to do it. You know how important her image is to her, right?"

"Of course!" Valerie said in reverent tones. "She obviously needs to maintain it since it's such a perfect image, and I w-would never want to be the thing that puts it in any danger!"

"You're a good teammate," CC said with a grin, and Jill nodded along.

"Definitely. I mean, we all know that; even if you are just second-string, you put in first-string effort. Libby appreciates that, and wants to show you that appreciation with a special gift. But she's not sure you'll accept it... and rather than look foolish if you WERE so rude, she set up this game."

"Oh," Valerie, desperate to sound like she understood even though she couldn't possibly. "Well... okay, what is the game, anyway?"

Libby bit into the cloth fiercely, wriggling her wrists against the cord. All that accomplished was rubbing them raw. If she ever saw freedom again, Jill was as good as dead.

"Come here," CC said as she led her a few paces away and started talking to her in a low voice. During this, Jill straddled Libby's lap and stroked her hands along her hair.

"Oh, Libby, Libby, Libby... did you have to go and be so mean to me during practice? You should have known that you can't get away with that kind of behavior anymore." When Libby growled deep in her throat, she giggled. "Yeah, I'm real scared with you tied up with a pretty bow. Before CC comes back with your present, I figured I'd tell you a couple of things. First of all, I'm the reason you passed out; a little roofie in your water bottle. Not that it's the ONLY drug I slipped into it."

When Libby gave a sudden violent buck that almost unseated Jill and knocked them both to the floor, Jill placed both hands on her prisoner's shoulders. "Secondly... you'd better go along with what's about to happen or you'll regret it. What if the police suddenly found themselves with a pair of jizz-soaked panties that were found on school property? It might take them quite a long while to find their way to you, since you still LOOK like a normal girl... but not forever."

Now Libby was simultaneously afraid and disgusted. Jill had been stalking her, waiting for her to slip up. When and where? The whole time?

"Listen," she whispered, face suddenly growing more serious. "Valerie's spent all our time in the cheer squad whining about never having boyfriends, not being popular, not liking herself. Blah blah blah. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of her pathetic mouth..." Then she squirmed and said in an even quieter voice, "And okay, it's POSSIBLE I even really do feel sorry for her. Maybe she does have that Spellman freak for a friend, but you do realize who she looks up to most, don't you?"

"Mphg," Libby lamented through the rag.

"That's right, Chessler. YOU. Hence this arrangement. You can bring her more pleasure than she's ever had in her whole life, as both CC and I know beyond a doubt. All you have to do is stop fighting it and let that crushed-up blue pill do its magic."

Right about the time she said that, Libby noticed she wasn't anything close to limp. Realistically, she'd probably been hard as steel the entire time, just distracted by everything else that was going on. It was uncomfortably rigid, and she squirmed in the seat, but nothing was going to sate it - nothing but the same old proven-effective methods.

"I... hope you realize that I can't untie you or ungag you," Jill went on, grinding her crotch against Libby. "You'll try to run away, or attack us, or scream. It's what anybody's reflex would be. But... I know you'll do this for Valerie, anyway, because she's part of the team. You just couldn't let yourself do it unless we helped."

Now Libby felt the vile tears she'd been holding back bloom and fall, and she jerked her head to the side, trying to hide them.

"Don't do that or she'll know!" Jill snapped, her voice quavering slightly as she wiped Libby's tears away. "C-come on, you know I'm doing the right thing, so don't be such a baby! And anyway, your dick is just going to stay hard until you do something about it, so you might as well do this. Otherwise, you'd just end up jerking off in the shower. What a waste."

So far, that was the one point that made any sense, but that still didn't make it right. Libby glared daggers at Jill until she shivered and stood, backing away from her team captain.

"But you can't tell ANYONE," CC was whispering as they returned. "Not even the freak or Kinkle. And this isn't like all those other secrets you suck at keeping, you have to really, REALLY keep this one, okay?"

"I promise!" Valerie breathed desperately. "I m-mean, you can count on me, guys! I'm a cheerleader too, remember?"

"Okay," Jill said with a wicked smile. "Then all you have to do is come over here and take what Libby offers you. That's all."

Valerie looked anxious as she stepped forward. That was nothing new, but she also looked excited, even eager. A stone sank into the pit of Libby's stomach when she realized that another of Jill's points was valid; the poor wimpy girl really didn't have much going for her, and she drifted around after the popular girls like shadow. Which both meant that she actually felt SYMPATHY for BIRKHEAD... and that she knew, beyond any doubt, that Valerie wouldn't turn down this chance to ingratiate herself. No matter what she was asked to do.

"Okay, I'm ready. What is it, Libby? What are you going to give me?"

By way of answer, Jill removed the artfully-folded bath towel from Libby's otherwise-nude lap.

"AAAGH!" Valerie stumbled backward into CC, but CC held her firmly upright. "Wha... what is THAT?!"

"Not even YOU are that dumb," CC scoffed, but Jill elbowed her to shut up. "I m-mean, uh... it's your gift."

"But it's a- it's a WEINER!" Even Libby raised an eyebrow at the childish term in spite of her predicament. Then Valerie flashed a nervous smile. "Wait... I know what this is. It's one of those dildo things, isn't it? And you've got it stuffed between her legs to look like she... oh, ha, ha. Pretty funny, guys!"

"Then pick it up," Jill said simply before CC could start trying to argue.

"Okay," she said, still laughing - and immediately stopped when she felt how warm it was. "Wow, it's... pretty realistic. You really go all out when you prank people."

"MMHh," Libby moaned when it was tugged on again, twitching her head to one side involuntarily.

"Oh my god. Oh my- it's r-real. Wait, no way, that's crazy." She violently pushed Libby's legs open and reached underneath, feeling for a seam much the same as Sabrina had. "This... can't be real, can it? No freaking way. No way Libby's been a guy all this time!"

"Think whatever you want," Jill said playfully, earning her a cold look from Libby; she knew full well that Libby hadn't always been male and could effortlessly speak up now. Instead, she went on, "But it's beside the point. Libby is giving you a gift, and you're not being too gracious about it."

"Huh? I don't get it." She looked between Jill and CC, then slowly looked back at the thick blunt instrument in her hand. "Wait... this really is the gift? But it's a ding-dong. What am I supposed to do, throw it in my purse and take it home?"

"We weren't really thinking that you'd put it in your PURSE," Jill replied pointedly.

CC approached and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Libby wants you to take it. TAKE IT. Know what I mean?"

To her credit, only now that she seemed to be catching on did Valerie begin to blush. "Oh... but- wait, she wants me to... WHOA, are you serious?!" Nobody answered (especially not the gagged head cheerleader). "But... wow. I, um, I don't know what to say..."

Jill caressed her hair lightly. "No need to say anything at all. Just be a satisfied recipient."

"But I haven't-" Valerie stared at the floor, unable to look anyone in the eye now. "I've never even made it past first base with a guy before. I can't just- not because she- but I'm kind of honored, even if it is really weird- can't we do this another time?"

"Now or never," Jill said, a touch of impatience and disapproval creeping into her voice as she sighed. "Libby's really putting herself out there for you, trying to give you something so intimate. You really think she's going to want to keep doing this over and over?"

Valerie was definitely beyond shy. Now she was mortified and embarrassed - nearly as much as Libby was. By now she might have managed to make her erection go kaput if not for the chemical aphrodisiac she had coursing through her veins. Instead, she was hanging out there and ready to fuck, and nobody was fucking her. It was an infuriating limbo those three bitches had her trapped in.

"I..." She turned toward Libby, breathing hard, face flushed. "Libby, I really am honored, but I don't know. Are you sure you want... is this what you're trying to give me, for real?"

Libby started to cry out, or shake her head, but then she saw Jill hold up the very shopping bag she'd thrown away that morning. Over a barrel; she had to go along with the plan. So she nodded. She cursed all the fates and her own indiscreet self as she nodded.

The girl in question blinked in shock, fingernails playing with each other as she fidgeted, stunned. The corners of her mouth tried to smile and didn't quite get there. "Well, m-maybe, if you really do want th-"

"Come on," CC said as she unzipped her dress. "We'll help you get ready."

"Wait," Valerie breathed, hands clenching and unclenching as her brain worked furiously. "But I'm not ready, I- this is something I've barely ever thought about before, and now-"

"Don't worry so much." Jill's hands were lovingly removing her heels, then sliding up her thighs to the hem of her leggings. "It'll be fine. It's Libby, isn't it?"

"Wait!" she said more strongly, eyes wide with fear. "Are you guys... going to WATCH or something? What kind of game IS this?"

Jill smirked as she finished removing Valerie's bra, leaving her bare. "It's an audience participation game."

Valerie immediately covered her most private areas with her arms. Libby hated that she felt a rush of attraction for the naked body of this random girl; especially that her eyes were drawn to the chest. Since when was Birkhead so stacked? Those things were huge.

"Go on," Jill whispered, voice falsely gentle. "She's waiting."

"I... I'm a virgin, you guys," Valerie told them, hoping it would make them back off. No reaction. "I m-mean- I mean, I can't j-just DO IT, not without- I mean, can't we talk about this first?"

"Start by kissing it," CC suggested cheerfully. "That way you can get acquainted with it a little before you move up to the big stuff."

She simply stood there, hesitating. Jill pushed her roughly to her knees and she yelped, but when she turned back to shoot a wounded look up at the other girl, she only found an innocent look reflecting back at her. Therefore, gulping, Valerie turned to the giant thing in her face.

"It's so big," she breathed as she ran a finger along it, bottom lip vibrating as she tried to keep from betraying how scared she was. Constantly, she let her eyes swing up to check Libby's face, to make sure what she was doing was okay, that she wasn't hurting her idol or making her uncomfortable. This continued as she caressed the balls, as she grasped it hand-over-hand; it was just scarcely long enough to do so. Then she licked her lips, gulped, and looked up at Libby one last time, frowning as if to ask a question.

Too afraid of what would happen to her if she did anything else, Libby nodded at her. Then, at the first touch of soft lips: "MMNHHHNH..."

"Told you," CC giggled.

Somehow, Valerie's oral taking of her cock was the best yet; she was so afraid everything she did could hurt Libby that every action was undertaken with the utmost care, like she was doing it for a king. It was beautiful in a dark, worrysome way. Soon Libby found herself thrusting up into her mouth, and Valerie took less time to check on Libby's face as she concentrated on widening her jaw, on moving her tongue to the side or otherwise out of the way. Mistakes were made, but she learned fast, and soon she was letting her mouth get fucked like a professional.

"That's it," Jill said in such a proud tone that Libby was almost positive she really WAS proud. Of herself for setting this up, or for the two of them for going along with the plan? Pawns. They were all pawns in Jill's sick game. "You're doing just fine, Valerie. Good job."

"Good JOB," CC snickered, and Jill elbowed her again.

Libby glanced up to see that the other two girls were fondling each other over their clothes. Of course they were getting off on the show; anybody with a pulse would. Inwardly, Libby wanted nothing more than for them to reach down and suddenly find they were completely asexual, or that they had been circumsized. It would serve them right, the despots.

So she promised herself that she would focus on Valerie. The most unwitting pawn of them all who was being so sweet. Even though she had been duped into it, Valerie was about to have her virginity robbed from her by two kidnapping, drink-doping slutbags, and Libby was powerless to do anything about that. The least she could do is give the poor girl her money's worth.

"Next step," Jill said in a crisp, business-like tone. "Place one of your boobs on each side of it and squeeze."

It became clear the instant Libby's stiffness flopped out of Valerie's mouth that blowing her had not been a chore to the lower-ranking pom-pom girl. Her breath was coming in great gulps, her face flushed, her hands shaking. Excited was the word for this. Unsure and harried, but excited. It was impossible for Libby to keep the look of dismay entirely out of her face, but it was probably hard to see it through the arousal (and the annoying gag).

"Like this?"

They weren't going to have the satisfaction; she was determined they wouldn't get it. Nevertheless, those soft, pillowy mounds on either side of her dick were too amazing to resist. Libby held out for almost twenty seconds before she started thrusting. Valerie let out a shocked burst of laughter, then started panting like a dog being introduced to a new fire hydrant, toying with her nipples and licking the tip of the shaft that burst from inside her cleavage over and over and over.

"Well done," Jill said at last when she'd enjoyed the show long enough. When Libby spared a glance up, she caught the two devils undressing each other hastily, too inflamed by their handiwork to remain clothed. "But you don't want to overdo it, or you'll spoil the ending."

"Ending?" Valerie panted as she let go of her breasts and turned to look at them. Libby thrust a few more times into empty air, then let out an anguished sob when she realized that she was becoming a slave to her desires. They really did it. They had her.

Except Valerie turned back when she heard it. The concern in her face shone through her arousal. "Wha... Libby, what is it?"

"Can't you see she's ready to blow?" CC said to distract her. Just like that the concern vanished and was replaced with bashfulness; she thought she was doing such a fantastic job and that Libby approved. Which was true, in a way. "Now you have to complete the game."

"Complete it? How do I... WHOA," she gasped, standing up and facing them. "I- I can't do THAT! I'm a virgin, and this is- I've never had anything in there before!"

Jill slowly walked forward, and Libby tried not to moan as she watched the nervous twitch ripple through Valerie's deliciously-curved buttocks. "But Libby wants it. That's what all this has been about, you know... but you had to do the other stuff to get used to it first, so you'd feel at home with her cock when you let it enter you."

"But you've had enough practice," CC told her, also advancing. "Now you're ready for the real deal."

They picked her up by the arms and thighs and made to hoist her into position over Libby, smiling at each other as if in on some great joke while the two being dragged toward an encounter neither one had requested braced themselves for impact. Libby had long ago resigned herself to being helpless, but Valerie cried out, "B-but shouldn't we at least get a condom? Oh, I'm too young for this, my parents say a g-girl isn't ready for sex until she's 21!"

"You seem old enough to me." As Valerie let out a gutteral moan, Jill drew her hand back from between her thighs and looked at the glistening droplets. "All lubed up and loose, waiting for something to fill you up."

"I... but w-won't I get p-p-pregnant?! NO! No, I can't get pregnant, please, I don't have any money to take care of a baby!"

CC shot a worried glance at Jill, who rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, you can have one of my condoms... but in this game, it will cost you." She chewed the inside of her lip. "You have to... hey, let's put her back on the floor." They did so, and then she said to CC, "Go get one of those condoms - and make sure it's the ribbed and studded kind."

"Ribbed and studded?!" Valerie cried out, but CC merely nodded and scampered off.

Jill walked forward until she was standing over the poor loser, naked and glistening with sweat. "Normally, we would just help you and Libby with the game, but since you're being so... uncooperative, you now have to assist one of the assistants."

Valerie frowned, confused, but then she seemed to get the idea when the back of her head was grabbed roughly. "OW! Hey, what are you trying to- you're not really gonna ask me to put my-"

"Come on. Just until CC gets back, and then you're off the hook. I could do something worse to you as a penalty, though, if you'd rather take your chances..."

Libby averted her eyes as Valerie's mouth came into contact with Jill's cunt. The blonde stayed standing with her feet planted wide and scarcely flinched from the entry, moaning and panting but holding her ground. Valerie, however, let out odd gurgles of disgust and turned aside a few times with the back of her hand against her mouth, as if suppressing nausea.

"How does it taste?"

"Like a pussy," Valerie said flatly, tears of shame rolling down her cheeks.

"You got off easy," Jill informed her as she pulled Valerie to her feet - by her breasts. "Your request for the condom was reasonable, sure, but you've done SO much whining about this whole game that we ought to just forget the whole thing. I decided to give you a chance to take your lumps and see it through to the finish line. Don't I get a thank-you?"

Valerie nodded. "Thank you. I promise, I won't complain again."

As Jill nodded along with her, CC returned, already ripping the packet open. "Good. Now put that thing on Libby and we'll get this party started." Then she began lightly fingering Valerie as this happened. When Valerie looked worried (but said nothing, having just been reprimanded), she made a shushing noise and whispered, "Come on, don't be upset. Doesn't it feel good?"

"But... you're a girl, Jill, and I'm not a lesbian. Sorry, I don't mean to complain, really, but I... well, I'm not used to this."

"I'm keeping you primed for Libby, that's all," Jill said as if this were the truth. Meanwhile, the latex stretched to the breaking point around Libby's dick was driving her up the wall, and she showed this by thrusting into nothing, unable to restrain herself. The drugs had made her TOO horny. "Look how much she wants it. You've kept her waiting this long... are you going to be even more cruel to our head cheerleader, or can you do this now?"

"No, I-" Valerie gulped, then grasped Jill's hand and forced it away. "I'm ready. I'm ready for Libby's gift."

Valerie moved into position. Libby could see Jill sucking on the fingers that she'd used on the other girl out of the corner of her eye, but most of her mind was focused on her cock, her giant, throbbing cock, the cock that wanted sex, the cock that NEEDED release NOW. Valerie's body was beautiful, and it was coming toward her, and it was going to envelop her cock and give it what it wanted, and maybe afterward she would be happy. Or so her feverish brain rationalized.

The goddess Valerie caressed her shoulders, she skimmed hands over her sensitive peaks... she leaned in and kissed her cheek as she straddled the implement of pleasure. But she didn't kiss her; instead, she whispered something as quietly as she possibly could, and Libby felt her heart speed up yet more.

"I... I think I want to believe this is all what they say it is, that we're playing a game, but y0u've been awful quiet. Please, Libby, if... if you really do want me like this, then just nod so I know for sure, okay? I'm so scared, it's my first time - please tell me what to do!"

Then she pulled back and gazed into Libby's eyes, cheeks full of redness, perfect lips open as she sucked in breath. Libby wanted to remain still, to alert Valerie to what was happening somehow... but she found herself nodding. She did want her. The dick was too hard to be denied, and that body was too amazing to pass up.

"Oh," Valerie sighed when she felt the head brush her lips. "OOH, gosh, it- AAAH! Oh god, it's so big, it- wait, there's OOOWWW OW OW OW, DAMMIT!"

"It's okay!" Jill reassured her hungrily as she slid fingers along both her and CC's twats with each hand. "That's the big, evil part out of the way - now go with it!"

"You're inside me," Valerie breathed, elated and terrified and beside herself. "I... oh, GOD, it's amazing, but it hurts so bad..."

Then there was no more talking. When Valerie began to move her hips up and down, flinching and gritting her teeth against the pain, she also began to look deeply into Libby's eyes, expressing her warmth and gratitude along with her fears and doubts and arousal. It was so... MUCH. Her cock was already full to bursting, but she somehow held off, let Valerie have her fun. Which is exactly what she did, moving more and more, their nipples dragging past each other with every thrust. The delicate insides were exactly what her cock wanted, and the meek little cries of pleasure that Valerie couldn't help voicing made it all the more intoxicating.

"I... I think I'm- wow, that was fast!" She panted a few more times, then said, "But I haven't even- Libby, I need to do this, I'm sorry!" And then she leaned in, using her teeth to pull the gag out and onto her chin instead.

Both Jill and CC froze in their frantic actions, hands up each other's slits, afraid of what Libby would say when she was allowed to speak again. This could ruin everything. Unfortunately, both of them were worried about nothing, because Valerie had something to say that preempted any cries for help or accusations.

"I love you!"

Libby's eyes flew open as she took in the expectant look in the other girl's, as she continued ramming upward into her widening hole. A few tears came to her eyes as she whispered, "I know." It was all she could make herself say. Then Valerie was kissing her, and it was a kiss so full of need that she kissed back without pausing to wonder if she really should.

"Mmh," she heard Jill say from where she was getting off. Probably kissing CC. Libby knew nothing got the whore off more than watching two other girls go at it, so she had just hit paydirt when their lips locked. Voyeur.

After that, Valerie was coming and there was no time to think about anybody else but Valerie. Val, Val, Val. In fact, this is what she said.

"Val! VAL, Val, VAAL!"

"Do me, Libby! Make me a woman! Make me YOUR woman!"

"NNGHGH!"

"IIIYAAAIAAAAAH!"

And thus endedth Valerie's foray into the world of adulthood. Rivers of sweat ran down their bodies as they froze in their respective positions, Libby with her hips extended as far upward as she could manage, Valerie's back arched and head thrown back, throat exposed as she screamed at the ceiling. Then, after what seemed like forever, they both fell limp with the girl on top draping across the girl on the bottom, drained of all energy.

Maybe five minutes or more passed with nothing but heavy breathing to break the silence, during which Valerie managed to kiss Libby's shoulder a few times but nothing more taxing than that. Then Jill managed to stand. "Bravo, girls! That was... spectacular, really. You pass with flying colors."

Libby felt a dull ache of hatred, but she didn't even have it in her to stoke it into a blaze; she was half-dead from the many climaxes of the past 24 hours. She'd get around to comeuppance. Later.

"But traditions must be observed. Please enjoy the fragrance, ladies."

Of course this was a further ploy to keep up the appearance of there being an "initiation" that Valerie was being put through. A rag was held out to their faces at arm's length. Libby tried not to breathe, but Valerie sniffed it right away, curious. A few seconds later, she whispered, "I f... feel funny..." After which she slumped over and onto Libby's shoulder again.

"I see you're still being uncooperative," Jill told Libby, frowning as she withdrew the ether-soaked rag. "Just sniff it and this will all be over."

"None of this will be over, you psycho," Libby hissed, feeling a light tingling in her hands and legs. She hadn't been able to hold her breath early enough, had got a light whiff. "Not until you pay for this."

"She says she loves you." Unless she was faking this as well, there was a true smile on Jill's face. "I... okay, so I suspected you two might be able to work up a sweat together, but god, I had no idea she was already that hung up on you."

Libby felt her eyebrows knit. "Wh... what do you mean?"

"Well, Your MAJESTY," she went on mockingly, "didn't you hear the way she said it? Did you see how careful she was when going down on you? Between that and how she's always been following you around, trying to get on your good side, my guess is that she's had a girl-crush on you forever. Except now that you banged her, she's full-on enraptured."

Libby felt a certain kind of dread welling up in her as she was presented with the rag again. Valerie LOVED her. She didn't want anybody to be honestly in love with her; it was too much pressure. And now that they'd had sex, it was pretty likely that she would be expected to return the feelings. What was she going to do?

For now, she was going to pass out; her thoughts had been too distracting for her to remember to hold her breath. Oh well...

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Libby awoke to the sensation of something gliding up and down on her member. Of course she did; it was pretty much a given these days. When she finally managed to pry her eyelids open, she saw a sea of dark brown hair. Her hearing came back and told her there was panting going on nearby - it was her own. Wait, no, there was someone else panting as well.

"Valerie?" The panting caught and the movement ceased. As Libby looked around and realized she was still in the locker room, she felt Valerie slowly resume her motions, panting and riding and screwing her brains out. "Valerie, is-" She coughed to clear her dry throat and began again. "Is that you?"

"I..." A noisy gulp. "When I woke up we were like this, and we were both tied up, and you were still inside me but softer... and then I tried to move my butt upward to get you out, but there's not enough room, and it made it harden, and harder to get out, a-and- god, now I'm so hot that I can't help but keep screwing you."

Libby let out a sob. It only took that much for her to hate her life; she had woken to the same nightmare she'd fallen asleep to. Was there no justice?

"I... oh, it's so hot, it's... I h-have a question."

"Why not, Birkhead?" she sniffled. "Ask away. I doubt I'm going anywhere anytime soon."

"MMH!" Valerie moaned as she reared back, and Libby could see the tear tracks running down to her chin. "Just... I know I'm not very smart, and I never have been. So you have to tell me once and for all. Did Jill and CC really tie you up and get me to sit on your thingy for the purpose of some sacred cheerleading ritual? Or was it all a lie?"

Libby pointed her eyes anywhere else. "What do you think?"

"So... so d-did they kidnap you, and FORCE you to boink me?" No answer - which was the worst possible answer. "Oh GOD, I feel sick!"

"Please don't think about it too hard," Libby groaned as she began thrusting anew; might as well just let her body do what it wanted. Resisting only wore her out even more than giving in, and both courses of action ended with the same result. "I'd rather not have to stay tied up in this chair wearing your puke if I don't have to."

"But they- and we- and it was all lies! You didn't even want me, and you screwed me anyway! Why?!"

Libby frowned at her. "Valerie, there are two answers to that question. Do you - MMFH - do you want the scary answer or the sad-but-less-mean answer?"

"The scary answer. I've had enough of the lying."

"They knocked me out with a roofie and fed me some horny-pill at the same time. So I... I couldn't help b-but get hard, it didn't matter how bad I wanted not to be. Just like now."

Valerie stopped bucking her hips as soon as she heard that, but it didn't take long for her to start up again. "And... what's the other answer? Out of curiosity."

"That I enjoyed it," she whispered. "Don't tell Jill and CC, because they don't deserve to know how right they were, but... but you were fantastic. Your body, it's so perfect, and being inside it was like a dream!" Her panting got louder as she thrust harder into the vulnerable cunt positioned over her, then said, "I... I didn't want to fuck you because I was being strong-armed into it. But it's not because of you. Maybe you're kind of annoying, and you're only barely good enough at cheering to be second-string, but on the other hand you are some kind of amazing person with such a sweet, sweet cunt!"

"AIIHNHH!" Valerie pressed her lips into the side of Libby's face as she moved faster than ever, spurred on by what she'd just heard. "You... you really did like it? Even if you don't like me?"

"I do," Libby admitted. "Maybe not before, but after the way you treated me during your first time... it kind of shocked me! I felt how much you cared about me in every touch, every little thing, and GOD I sound like a crappy eighties flick, but wow! Birkhead, you rocked my world a little!"

Valerie wriggled around, causing Libby to nearly climax then and there - and suddenly she felt hands on hers. She'd maneuvered herself just enough to clutch them. "Libby, I d-don't want you to resent me, or think I'm weird, but I have a confession to make: I've... maybe, sorta, kinda, always had a thing for you. Please don't be mad!"

"You... really? No. No way, come on, you're just saying th-"

"I have! I know it's gross 'cause we're both girls, b-but it turns out you're not, right? So we're cool, right? We can be together!"

Libby felt herself crying and had no brainpower or energy to stave it off. "Hey... I- I don't know. I've n-never had anyone like that; been more of a lone wolf in the dating arena. You and me? I like you, and- OOH, and this is PHENOMENAL! But I-"

"It's okay!" Valerie was laughing. "This is... well, a lot is happening really fast, that's for sure! So yeah, take your time. We have lots of that."

Libby watched the pain and joy conflicting in this woman's face and kicked herself. Here this gorgeous creature was writhing around on top of her, and declaring her love, and Libby was about to turn her down? What the hell? On the other hand, she truly wasn't sure if she cared THAT deeply about her, so maybe it wasn't so stupid after all... it just made her feel incredibly rotten.

But she kissed her anyway. No way was she going to withhold affection while they were still chained together and rubbing each other raw. They broke apart during a particularly violent jerk, and Libby sobbed out, "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I was always such a bitch to you, and that when you lost your virginity it was by me and I didn't even wanna do it, and that - NNNGH! - that those two shitty assheads got to watch, and I'm just sorry, okay? Please don't look back on all this and hate me, I - HAH - never wanted anything like this to happen to you, I swear!"

The elevated expression on Valerie's face froze as she continued to ride Libby faster than ever, squeezing with muscles deep within her and further causing Libby's already-dizzy head to feel yet lighter. Then she gasped out, "I was... right all along about... how good you are! You just... had to get a clearer picture... of how I felt before you... let it out!"

That nearly killed Libby. She didn't agree. She was still a horrible person for having treated this fragile girl like dirt for so long. Maybe she'd enjoyed it, and maybe she still partly believed that she brought it on herself by acting so whiny all the time, but it was possible that "she's too whiny" isn't a feasible excuse for berating someone at every turn and doggedly cutting them down to size.

While at first she had loathed the idea of being forced to fuck one of the freak crowd, she now realized it was an honor and a privilege that she was not worthy of. Valerie Birkhead's virginity was truly a covetable gift that she would own forever.

"NNNH!" she screamed, hips raising even higher (or as high as the bonds would allow) with every thrust. "Valerie! Fuck me, Valerie! I want you to go wild on me!"

"Libby!" A few breaths passed as they kissed again, and then she broke off and panted, "Libby, I love you so much, even if you don't love me I'll always be yours! So do whatever you want to me, I can take it, because I know who I'm really taking it for, and that's the REAL Libby! I... I SEE you!"

And in spite of her subpar phrasing, Libby knew what she meant: Valerie saw the Libby that she kept hidden. The frail, paranoid, insecure Libby that had to airbrush on a haughty, snobby, derisive Libby to keep from being bruised. Which scared her. It scared her into a climax.

"VAAAAAAAAL! NNNGH!"

"AAGH! YES, YES, YEEEAAAIIIIIYAAAH!"

Their entire bodies then went slack, lungs panting like they'd run for miles, sweating buckets, limbs tingling from both the after-effects of the ether (or whatever had been used on them) and the after-effects of reaching orgasm. Even next to Harvey, Libby was fairly certain that she'd never felt so close to anyone in her entire life as in that moment with the second-stringer.

Then they were kissing. It was a feverish, dirty, saliva-drenched liplock that lasted much longer than Libby would have expected it to. And then it was over and they were drifting toward slumberland again.

"Oh... oh that was beautiful, Val. I... you get a gold star."

Valerie nodded as she rested her head on Libby's shoulder, trying to get comfortable. Then she whispered, "Libby?"

"Hmm?"

"No matter what happens when we wake up... thanks for this. For trying to make me feel better about us being tricked into doing each other. You... didn't really have to do that, but you did, so thank you."

"Thank YOU," Libby whispered back. "For- god, for awesome sex for one. But also for being so sweet and considerate during the act."

They both shifted slightly until they were in a decent position; Libby's dick was still too hard to be removed given how tightly they were bound to each other so they left it where it was. Then they slowly drifted off to sleep... and oddly enough, their fate when they awoke was pretty far from their minds.

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NEXT TIME: "Reality Sets In"