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🕑 Added 2021-01-11 19:00:06 +0000 UTC“I know what you’ve been doing with that slut Yolanda Montez,” Cindy snickered over the phone.
For all the danger she’d been in, Courtney had never felt anything like the stab of fear that now went through her. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice quivering.
Cindy laughed. “Don’t be shy, Court. You certainly weren’t down in the boiler room, now were you?” She made a few kissing noises just to rub it in. “Here’s the deal, ‘asshole’: if you’re nice to me, I’ll keep my mouth shut. But you keep acting like you’re better than me and I’ll let the whole town know. Hell, I’ll let the whole town watch. My phone has a lot of memory and it took you a long time to get enough of that cock, didn’t it?”
Courtney shivered. Intellectually, she knew her heroics being exposed would be worse. Her life would be in danger, her friends and family would be in danger, and her efforts to stop the Injustice Society would take a mortal blow. But it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Everyone would know she was a superhero. After the dust had settled, it might be kind of cool.
But everyone knowing that Yolanda had been up her ass, had fucked her and she’d come like it was her favorite thing in the world… Courtney couldn’t even imagine anyone knowing that but her and her lover. “What do you want?” she keened. “I have a little money—you can have it.”
“I don’t want your money, middle class. Do I dress like I need it?” Cindy hissed. “Take another guess.”
“I… I don’t… I can’t…”
“I want the same thing you’ve been giving your amiga. That cute little ass. Don’t pretend it’s going to be a hardship. After what I taped Yolanda doing, getting into your hole must be like closing an open drawer. I’m sending my Mom out to give us some privacy. Come here right after school. And don’t tell anyone. Unless you want to explain to your Superfriends what kind of gaping hole is under all your skirts.”
***
Usually, Courtney would be at least a little impressed by Cindy’s expansive, well-furnished home, but now that she knew the kind of cutthroat bitch that lived there, all the tastefully appointed décor just pissed her off.
She let herself in through the front door—unlocked, of course—and found Cindy in the living room. The bitch sat on the sofa with a disgusting leer on her face. Seeing Courtney, she let out a laugh and spread her legs, showing a definite bulge at her groin. Was that…
Cindy looked Courtney up and down, appraising her body not as a competitor, but as a newly acquired possession. Courtney hated it. Who did this skank think she was to look at her with that insolent sneer, when she’d saved people’s lives and all Cindy’s done was be a blackmailing piece of trash?
“I’m so glad you could make it, Courtney,” Cindy chuckled, all smiles just as she’d been over the phone. “God knows where Yolanda takes you on your little dates, but it must be such a relief not to have to watch your step to avoid all the rats.”
“The only rat I’m worried about is you,” Courtney shot at her. “Whatever you want to do to me, get it over with!”
Cindy’s eyes raked over Courtney’s flesh again, this time with an thoughtful darkness, like she was envisioning all the things that could happen to Courtney while she was in her power. Courtney shivered with both repulsion and lust.
Under other circumstances, a girl as pretty as Cindy taking an interest in her could be just as welcome as what she had with Yolanda. Now, though—like this—she sat down, facing Cindy, whose eyes scoured Courtney’s firm thighs as she crossed her legs.
“Where’s your school spirit, Courtney?” Cindy cackled. “If you’re able to enjoy that big dick going up your butt, surely you can find something to like about being my sex slave. Or maybe that’s why you’re in such a hurry. Just can’t wait to be my bitch, huh?”
Courtney trembled, unwillingly aroused by Cindy’s domination of her—it would be so perfect if it were Yolanda doing it. She focused on her loathing for Cindy’s disgusting personality and how she hated being in Cindy’s power. “This will never happen again, you got that? It’s a one-time thing. After this, we’re through.”
Cindy only smirked at her. “It’s so cute you think you’re in a position to make demands.” Her eyes scoured over Courtney’s body again. She couldn’t seem to get enough of picturing Courtney in position after position—God only knew how degrading and sexual each one was. “I will do whatever I want with you. All you get to decide is whether you’ll enjoy it or not. But let’s face it, if you were enough of a slut to get off on being ass-fucked by that oversized strap-on, you probably won’t have much of a choice there either.”
She reached down between her legs and rubbed at her bulging crotch. It was a strap-on, it had to be… but why did Cindy seem so pleased with herself to have one? Was it that much bigger than Yolanda’s? It would be just like Cindy to be a size queen over these things…
“You don’t want your brand-new daddy to find out what you’ve been up to, do you?” Cindy prompted. “Because if I heard something like that about my stepdaughter, I’d start wondering how much of a whore my blushing bride was…”
“You know I don’t want it to get out!” Courtney shouted suddenly.
“And you know what I want,” Cindy retorted calmly.
