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But they would soon be gone. The old man was just going to change his clothes and off they would go to Aunt Martha's.

They had to spend the night because Mr. Wellington had night blindness and Mrs. Wellington didn't know how to drive a car.

Aunt Martha lived right on the bank of Lake Ontario, near a beach called Manitou.

"Hi Mom, Pop," Bernedette said cheerfully. "You know Michele. This is Stacy, another girl on the track team."

Stacy nodded shyly. She could feel the front of her body still sticky from Bernedette's piss and was praying that Mr. and Mrs. Wellington would not be able to smell her.

But neither parent seemed to notice anything unusual, "You know where the food is," was all Mrs. Wellington had to say about Bernedette's guests and within fifteen minutes the three girls were alone in the house.

"Come on, let's go up to my bedroom. That's where I keep all of my sex toys," Bernedette said loudly.

The little blonde charged up the stairs taking them two at a time and was followed by the other two who were more willing to take their time getting upstairs.

Once in Bernedette's bedroom the three once again took off all of their clothes.

"Get on your back in the center of my bed," Bernedette said to Stacy. Stacy of course did this without a peep of protest.

Bernedette then went into her parents' room and returned holding four pieces of copper wire.

"Put your arms back over your head," Bernedette said.

When Stacy did this Bernedette grabbed her right wrist and pressed it tightly against the bedpost.

She then wrapped one of the pieces of copper wire around Stacy's slim wrist and the bedpost at the same time.

She obviously didn't give a shit whether or not she hurt Stacy.

She tied the wire as tightly as she could get it.

Stacy felt it biting into her flesh painfully.

The wire was cutting off the circulation of blood to little Stacy Turner's hand, making her numb.

She wiggled her fingers with fear and found that her knuckles were getting stiffer as the numbness increases.

She could feel the tingling of pins and needles in the fingertips of her right hand for a moment.

Then Stacy could feel nothing at all. Soon she had no sensation in the entire hand and she could not move her fingers.

She didn't have to look at that hand to know that her fingers had slowly turned a deep purple.

By this time Bernedette had crossed the foot of the bed to the other side and had grabbed the left wrist.

The cute little naked blonde teenager moved on the balls of her feet – circling her prey like a cat.

When both hands were bound securely, so that the elbows were locked in the straight position, Bernedette moved to the foot of the bed.

Michele was sitting in the blonde's desk chair, leaning back with her knees parted very far. She was stroking the insides of her thighs lightly with her fingertips, feeling the savage ache return to her pussy.

Soon Michele was rubbing her fingers up and down her slit, making her fingertips moist with her juice.

She worked her middle finger in between her rapidly swelling inner lips and began to penetrate herself.

Bernedette grabbed Stacy by both of her ankles at the same time and pulled them apart so she could tie her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, which was tougher because her feet didn't quite reach.

But soon Stacy found herself held fast in the spread eagle position.

She could not move her arms and legs at all by this time.

She knew that there would be ugly red rings around her wrists and ankles that would last for days after the wires were removed.

At this point Bernedette walked over to her bedroom closet and opened the door.

On the inside of the door was a full-length mirror. Bernedette looked at herself and winked before reaching up to the shelf at the very top of the closet where she had about ten labeled shoeboxes.

Bernedette pulled down the one labeled "TOYS."

She flipped the cardboard lid off the box and smiled as she found the toy she had been looking for.

It was an eight inch dildo made out of hard black rubber.

The dildo had been molded to look just like a real cock.

It was very thick and Stacy's eyes went wide when she saw it.

There was a belt attached to the base of the fake cock designed to go around Bernedette's round hips.

She stepped through the belt and pulled the dildo up so that it was sticking out straight from her loins.

"Baby, I am going to pop.your cherry wide open," Bernedette said throwing back her head with a cruel laugh.

Stacy could feel the blood draining from her face.

She couldn't imagine that black pole fitting inside her.

"You aren't going to stick that in me, are you?" Stacy asked. Her voice trembled but she did not stammer.

"Of course I am, you stupid slave," Bernedette said.

"But it will tear me apart!" Stacy protested, feeling the cold sweat once again oozing from every pore in her body.

"Shut up, cunt," Michele added. "Another word out of you and I'll give you a knuckle sandwich."

Michele stood up and waved a fist in the air just to emphasize her point.

Stacy bit her bottom lips and told herself to be quiet.

She knew that the girls were not in the mood to show her mercy.

There was no way she could free herself from the stringent bondage.

Every time she struggled against the wires they seemed to grip at her wrists and ankles even tighter.

Bernedette had positioned the dildo so the base would press directly against her clit when she fucked with it.

In this manner the pretty little blonde would receive pleasure from the act – just as if it were really her cock.

Bernedette strutted around the bedroom for a while looking at the eight inch hard-on waving in front of her.

She then moved up on the bed and got on her hands and knees, straddling her bold little sex slave.

Bernedette was actually a little shorter than Stacy, but they were very close to the same height.

Bernedette placed the palms of her hands flat on the bedspread next to each of Stacy's forced-open armpits.

She then kicked her legs out straight behind her, putting the weight on her chubby toes, which were arched, just like when she did push-ups to strengthen her arms and back.

She moved her hips so that the tip of the ebony pole was touching the swollen flesh of Stacy's virgin cunt.

The little black haired girl knew that her virginity only had a couple of seconds to live. Stacy knew that a part of her was about to be torn away from her. She knew that it was a part of her that would never grow back.

She felt as if she were being stripped of her childhood.

At the same time she was about to graduate into womanhood.

That rubber pole was going to touch her in places where she had never been touched before. In fact, Stacy suspected correctly, it was going to touch her in deep internal places she didn't even know she had.

Bernedette supported her weight exclusively with her left arm so she could reach back with her right hand and guide the tip of the thick rubber cock.

Stacy could feel her fear fading as her desire grew.

She could feel her clit poke out from under its foreskin.

Her pussy juices were flowing freely once again, which she knew would ease the inevitable initial vaginal penetration.

She could feel her pussy flesh fully engorged, which meant both sets of lips were at maximum elasticity.

Bernedette rubbed the tip of the black rubber cock up and down Stacy's cunt slit very patiently.

"Please stick it in me!" Stacy said, her voice trembling as she felt sharp throbs in her poontang.

"Tell me how much you want it, slave," Stacy said, twisting up one corner of her mouth into a half-smile.

"Oh, Bernedette, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything before," Stacy said, her eyes looking sincere.