Life as a good little girl/The girls get even meaner
From Create Your Own Story
As the minutes drag on the girls only get worse. Someone's fingers, you're not sure who, have been idly twisting and rubbing your "eye" nipple for a while now making you increasingly frustrated. But someone decides to start flicking and pinching your other nipple, acts which are intensely more frustrating. You figure that's bad enough until that person's head bobs down and teeth clamp onto your tiny budding breast.
You pump your left leg across the carpet in frustration, the only limb you can move, and whine through your tape. It's almost painful enough to distract you from the toothpaste, but it and Claire's brushing has started to burn along with the cold, a terrible version of icy-hot on your pussy. Even as you feel the teeth marks forming around your nipple, the brushing is much worse.
"Give me a turn, Claire!"
Abruptly the brushing stops. You can fully feel just how pink and sore your clit is getting so you're oh so thankful that it's over. You watch a new girl swap out with Claire, this one with very long pencil straight blonde hair. She seems very happy to position herself between your widely splayed legs taking care to tuck her hair back as she hovers her face very close to your now foaming pussy.
A light smack against your outer lips draws even more of your attention south. Blondie has picked up the toothbrush. But she seems less interested in brushing. She smacks you again with the back of the brush, the light plastic that lands on your crotch more of an attention-getter than a punishment. She giggles to herself, tapping playfully at your sex. It's a welcome change. Even with everything else going on, you'd be happy to remain tied down if this lighthearted experimentation on your privates is all tha-
"No, hit her clit!"
Claire, with helpful advice, plants her hand atop your pelvis and paws at your mound pulling back your folds and fully exposing your clit again. Not two seconds later Blondie taps your button with the toothbrush. Against your vulva the plastic did nothing. Against your bare already-sore clit the plastic stings sharply with a wave of pain and discomfort. Your left leg kicks outward from the knee in reflex. Your right leg tries to do the same but isn't going anywhere with it tied to your arm. Afterward your tiny nub throbs deeply, only made worse by the minty foam. The second hit is no better, sending an intense pulse of shock through your body.
Blondie smacks you again but this time holds the toothbrush in place. She purposefully maneuvers the smooth plastic around your extra-sensitive tip tracing along your folds and dragging it back and forth across your skin. She teases you long enough to make your toes curl then smacks you again.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you Grace?"
"Maaaybe," Blondie replies, continuing to tease you. She hasn't taken her eyes off your crotch since getting in front of you.
"I knew Grace was a lesbo," you hear another girl whisper next to you. You look over at her as she writes a paragraph of text along your arm. There's an awful lot to read from her, made harder by how small her letters are. You can only make out small pieces of it including 'gradeschool slut' and 'I love having cocks in' as well as 'let me ruin your sleepover' all of which makes you cringe. Swears and genitals are one thing, but having the evidence of your lewd behavior written on your body in permanent ink is mortifying. But with Grace's exploratory teasing it's hard to care that much abo-
***SMACK***
That was a hand. Someone hit you right in th-
***SMACK***
Your head is thrown back while your whole body trembles. Tilting your head down in fright you get to watch two different girls each slap your poor pussy in quick succession.
"She still needs a spanking!"
Grace sits disappointed as hands come flying at your crotch from all directions but it doesn't take long for her to join in on the fun. Countless sets of palms and fingers strike at your ass, thighs, and pussy, the fray smearing your minty freshness across all of the girls' hands let alone your lower half. You squeal and writhe in desperation, barely moving yourself inches in any direction.
"Don't spank her so hard!" someone warns. "You're making my dick go crooked!"
Many of the spankers laugh at the comment and lose interest, due more to the mixture of fluids on their digits than the warning. The few that remain include Claire and Grace, both of them fully entertained by your reddening sex.
Amongst the slaps you can feel something enter you awkwardly. For a split second you wonder if it's someone's finger, but the bristles that scrape along your sensitive inner walls quickly contradict that possibility. It goes inside of your very deep, bringing remnants of the toothpaste with it. But strangely (or perhaps thankfully) it comes to a rest inside of you as the pummeling on your pussy continues. Apparently Grace decided to use your cunt as a toothbrush holder. Why couldn't she have turned it around first?
A few of the girls have wandered off to other parts of the room. You worry that they have not actually grown bored of you and have only left to grab something else to punish you with.
The toothpaste is a poor lubricant, but after being spanked for the better part of a minute you're glad it's there. Mixed with your natural wetness it offers your skin some kind of protective barrier. You fear you would feel so much worse right now if they were spanking you dry. Also, the cooling effect is starting to be thoroughly appreciated with how much abuse you've taken.
Your breathing has gotten so heavy from your intense spanking and constant writhing. You push noisy sharp breaths through your nose, dropping your head back onto the carpet as everyone but Grace moves away from your crotch.
"I think she got really turned on by that, Gracie," notes Claire. "Look at how fast her chest is moving!"
You feel Grace's dainty fingers cautiously poke into your slit, pushing and spreading your lips where the brush disappears inside you. "Really? She likes getting spanked?"
You quickly shake your head trying to correct them when Claire reaches up and clamps your nose shut with wet fingers. You try to breathe in but your chest remains still, your lungs unable to expand.
"Just try it... spank her again!"
After a couple seconds of contemplation you feel a halfhearted smack against your pussy mound followed by Claire releasing your nose. You breath deeply trying to make up for the short time you were denied air.
"See! I told you!" Claire points at you.
"But I don't wanna spank her anymore," whines Grace as the tip of a solitary digit runs up and down your slit, pushed just inside of your lips.
"Fine," Claire sighs, giving a parting flick to your nipple before leaving to join some of the others.
There are only a few girls left now, Grace being the most interesting. You focus all of your attention on her musings as she manipulates your mound and spreads your young gash with a lust filled excitement. You're relieved for sensual contact after such a literal assault on your senses. But this blonde girl is something special. With the look on her face you half expect her to lean in the rest of the way and eat you out at any moment. In fact you almost want her to.
Grace finally makes eye contact with you when she realizes you've been staring down at her this whole time. She can't hold your gaze though. Bashfully dropping her head, she circles her finger around your clit, the tight spiral easily working you into a frenzy. Her eyes dart back up to yours, a sly smile on her face.
Without so much as a goodbye, Grace removes the toothbrush from your cunny, matter-of-factly plops it into her mouth, and sucks the tip as she stands.
Life as a good little girl/These girls were just regrouping. They're not done with you yet.
