By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 45 - Clean-up Time

"Right. I've got work to do," Mr. West said. He stood from the table and started to leave the room. "Oh, before I forget. Ingrid, I want you to phone Dr. Sullivan this morning and make an appointment for Sonya."

"Is she sick?" I asked. The sight of her bruised and battered body that was returned by the frat boys remained disturbingly clear in my mind.

"Dr. Sullivan is a dentist, Ingrid, and I want him to do a little cosmetic work on Sonya's mouth."

"Oh." I couldn't recall Sonya having anything at all wrong with her teeth, although I also couldn't recall having seen her smile at all since she arrived either. Whatever the case, it seemed an odd request from Mr. West but I agreed to make the appointment without further question.

"Make the appointment for Saturday, Ingrid. In the morning some time, if he's free. And tell him not to forget the BBQ at the club on Saturday afternoon. OK?"

"Yes, Mr. West. Dentist appointment for Sonya, Saturday morning; remind Dr. Sullivan, BBQ Saturday afternoon at club; check."

I noticed Jen visibly tense up each time the BBQ was mentioned, but I didn't immediately make the connection between this and her 'snuffing' that Mr. West had mentioned a couple of times in passing. Mr. West left the breakfast table leaving Jen, Belinda and Tracey to help me clean the kitchen.

"That's me he was talking about," Jen whispered in my ear as we stood shoulder to shoulder at the kitchen sink.

"Hmm?"

"On Saturday, at the club. They're going to spit-roast me," Jen said between interruptions of Tracey dropping dirty plates into the sink in front of us.

"You're kidding, right?" An uneasy laugh popped out of my mouth.

"No. It's what I want."

My hands went through the motions of washing plates while I tried to mentally digest Jen's bizarre confession. Surely she wasn't being serious? "But, why?"

"You wouldn't understand," Jen said flatly.

There was a long silence between us.

"Joan of Arc was burned at the stake," I said. It was a stupid thing to say, but it was the only rational explanation I could think of that might make me sound like I did understand her motivation. Perhaps, she had a romantic notion about becoming some kind of martyr? Maybe, it was her way of protesting the perversity of the White Slave Act and women like us who were enslaved by it? I really didn't know and, truth be told, I didn't want to know.

"Is there anything else you want us to do, Ingrid?" Belinda asked.

"Um, no," I replied after looking around and seeing the kitchen benches were all clean and the breakfast table was cleared.

"I'll finish this," Jen said, referring to the washing up.

I wanted to stay and talk some more with her but I sensed she just wanted to be left alone. "OK then. I better get showered and ready for the day."

When I went to the bathroom I found Belinda and Tracey already in the shower. They were giggling and lathering each other with soapy suds.

"Come and join us!" Tracey squealed excitedly.

"Yes, come on, Ingrid," Belinda added after noticing my reticence. She grinned at me and called me with her finger. I felt really awkward about accepting their invitation but my feet, as if possessed by a mind of their own, walked me over to the shower stall.

I stepped in and stood in the space Belinda and Tracey made for me. Belinda was behind me, and Tracey in front. Both girls were already well lathered and they pressed their soapy bodies against me and began rubbing their breasts against me. Belinda's hands reached around me and her slippery fingers started to pinch and stimulate my nipples. Tracey's arms wrapped around my waist and she held me tight while she gyrated and squirmed her breasts against my stomach.

"Are you looking forward to the sorority party?" Tracey asked. Her large, brown eyes sparked up at me.

I hesitated giving any answer, and the longer I thought about how to respond, the lower Tracey stooped as she rubbed her breasts against me.

"Well?" Tracey asked when her face was finally down close to my pussy.

I could feel her hands gently separating my thighs.

"Don't be shy," Belinda whispered against the back of my neck.

My feet slipped apart on the slippery tiles until my legs were widely spread. I had to reach out and press both hands against the walls of the shower stall.

Tracey's mouth immediately clamped over the front of my pussy and her tongue, as it had done once before, jabbed and licked my swollen clitoris with an enthusiasm that stole my breath.

"She's good at that, isn't she?" Belinda clearly knew the effect of Tracey's tongue and my whimpered moan of pleasure left her in no doubt of my answer. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes!" I panted and felt my hips jerk involuntarily to thrust my clit harder against Tracey's tongue.

"And tonight, all those college girls and their teachers are going to see how much you like it as well, aren't they?" Belinda cooed in my ear.

I shivered all over and could feel the sudden rush of perverse delight. I moaned loudly.

"Stop!" I suddenly called out and giggled. "That's too much! I can't take any more!"

Tracey continued trying to lash my clitoris with her tongue, but the orgasm that had just climaxed within me made my clit so sensitive, it was like torture to be licked any more.

"Say 'thank-you' to Tracey," Belinda said. She moved her hands to my shoulders and slowly pushed me to my knees while Tracey stood with her legs spread in front of me.

The thought of putting my mouth anywhere near Tracey's pussy disturbed me, but with the shower water still cascading down over us, there wasn't really anything to smell or taste beyond the tiniest taste of saltiness. I tentatively probed the folds of shaved skin, not really knowing what I was supposed to be doing but using the memory of her tongue fucking of me as a guide. I had to tilt my head onto an awkward angle back in order to reach her clit properly with my tongue, and breathing was difficult because the shower kept raining down on my nose and I could only breath through my mouth. I let my tongue explore the smoothness of the young girl's clitoris; the tiny hard bubble of it feeling peculiar and unfamiliar against the underside of my tongue. I sucked a little until I felt it slip between my lips, just as Tracey had done to me, and was rewarded with small sighs of pleasure from her.

I sucked and licked Tracey's pussy for a long while, until my neck started to cramp from the uncomfortable position my head was tilted. She was close to cumming; I could sense that from the way she grinded her pussy hard against my mouth and chin. When she finally passed that point of no return, she grabbed large handfuls of my hair and energetically rutted her pussy hard against my face. Had it not been for the shower water, I felt certain she would have covered my face with her juices.

"My turn," Belinda said after Tracey had finished fucking her pussy on my face.

I thought I'd have to lick Belinda's pussy in the shower but instead she pushed me from the stall and had me lie on my back on the hard, cold bathroom tiles. She then kneeled over my breasts and pushed my arms up so she could pin them to the floor above my head while she crawled up to bring her pussy close to my mouth. I couldn't see Tracey anymore, but I felt her hands on my ankles. She bent my legs up until I felt like my ass was totally exposed and vulnerable. Once Belinda was in position, she released her grip on my wrists and hooked her arms behind my knees, thus effectively trapping me beneath her.

"Better make sure you're clean on the inside too," Belinda smirked down at me.

I wasn't sure at first what she meant but then I felt something cold and hard pressing against my anus. It was impossible to call out any protest as Belinda had already pressed her moist, wet pussy over my mouth. Whatever it was Tracey stuck in my ass, it was pencil thin, smooth and hard. I moaned loudly as she fucked my ass gently for a moment and then felt thoroughly panicked as I felt a warmness flooding in my ass.

"Relax," Belinda said, when I started to struggle frantically. "It's just a little enema. I'll let you up to release it again ... after you make me cum."

Within a minute, I could feel the liquid starting to cramp my stomach but Belinda had me totally immobilized, bent over on my shoulders on the bathroom floor and with her pussy leaking all over my mouth and chin. I sucked long and hard on her clit, moaning loudly and desperate for her to now cum quickly. I could see her face and she looked contented but nowhere near cumming.

"Fill her up some more, Tracey," Belinda said.

I could feel my stomach bloat as more liquid entered my ass. The cramps were becoming unbearable and the sensations of needing to evacuate the liquid became urgent.

"Oh my god!" I thought as I felt Tracey's mouth pressed down on my clit. Had it been for the horrible feeling of liquid sloshing around in my ass, I might have orgasmed instantly, but I had to control myself for fear of disgracing myself totally.

Belinda soon started to squirm her hips and mash her pussy against my probing tongue. I sucked and licked feverishly, moaning loud encouragement for her to cum quickly so I could relieve myself of the agonizing feeling that cramped my stomach.

"Shit! Yes! Suck my cunt, you slut!" Belinda began cursing loudly.

My screams were muffled between her thighs; my mouth gagged with a large mouthful of her clit and surrounding pussy flesh.

"Yeah!" Belinda finally said. Her body shuddered briefly above he and my mouth filled with the pungent taste of her juices. I held my tongue stiff and pressed it deep into her pussy like a small cock and she rode my face for a short while longer before finally rolling off me and collapsing by my side.

I immediately took the opportunity to roll over onto my stomach and I carefully removed the metal spigot from between my ass cheeks and rushed to sit on the toilet seat. The sound of the evacuation was loud and disgusting, but I didn't care. It was such a relief just to feel the cramps in my stomach being flushed with it. I sat for a long while with my elbows on my knees and my deeply embarrassed face in my hands. Tracey and Belinda were laughing as they dried themselves, eventually leaving me alone to wipe and quickly wash myself again under the shower.