THE TRIANGLE

By Traci

 

 

            Rhonda was the beautiful bitch-goddess of the all-girls college she attended, a senior and an accomplished track star. She walked into the locker room after her sprints, the sweat drying on her tight shorts and her sleeveless top, and saw the only other girl in the deserted locker room, Michelle, by her locker, just pulling a pair of panties on her lovely naked frame. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders as she straightened and wiggled into the tiny white panties. Michelle was the opposite of Rhonda: beautiful in her own way, but a wallflower, meek, innocent, and doe-eyed. Rhonda had always wanted a kiss from those perfect, ruby lips of Michelle’s. They didn’t know each other that well except to pass each other in the halls, and, occasionally, in the locker room, though though this was an unusually late stay for the slender, dark haired girl. Maybe it was time to have one.

            “Hello, hon,” Rhonda said, passing her slowly. Michelle blushed deeply as the older girl surprised her a little, catching her with her breasts exposed.

            “Oh..hi,” she said.

            “Never seen you here this late,” Rhonda said, stopping behind her, delaying the trip to her own locker.

            “Oh, I know, just decided to work out late today is all.” The brunette managed a soft smile, and looked back at Rhonda as she draped a towel over her upper body.

            Rhonda took a step closer. “You don’t have to cover up. Girl, you have nice body.” Rhonda stroked Michelle’s long, silky hair slowly.

            “Oh..ummm…th-thanks,” the brunette stammered.

            Rhonda smiled at the other girl’s nervousness.

            “Really though, I have to tell you, you have the prettiest lips. Your boyfriend must love kissing them.” Rhonda had no idea whether Michelle had a boyfriend at the moment, or who he might be.            Michelle was really blushing now, and had leaned toward the inside of her locker to get her bra. She couldn’t face Rhonda.

            “That’s..that’s very nice of you to say,” she said with a nervous laugh.

            Rhonda boldly reached around and took Michelle’s chin in her hand, turning her face slowly to look at her.

            “Let me see them again,” Rhonda said in a low whisper. “Oh yes..luscious.”

            Michelle looked into Rhonda’s eyes questioningly. “I…uhh..need to get dressed.”

            Rhonda smiled and took a step closer, still holding the other girl’s chin. “I think you look fine just like this,” she whispered again. Rhonda gently pulled the towel away from her, leaving her in just the panties, looking up at the taller girl.

            “Look, I…ummm—“

            “No, you look,” Rhonda said evenly. “I want a kiss from those lips. Now, that’s not so much to ask is it?”

“No, see…I—“

“Shhhhhh..” Rhonda placed a finger against the soft lips she was targeting. “I generally get what I want, honey…so let’s not get fidgety about it.” She moved the finger around the outline of Michelle’s lips, tracing them, and moved closer, so that her workout top was nearly touching Michelle’s milky breasts.

Michelle trembled with anxiety, fearing Rhonda and the unknown consequences of not giving the blonde her way. She gave in, thinking she would endure a kiss and be done with it.

She closed her eyes, and nodded, looking down at the floor with trepidation.

“That’s a good girl,” Rhonda cooed, lifting her face and moving her mouth over

the brunette’s open lips. She enveloped the soft mouth slowly, devouring Michelle’s lips, and slid her tongue into the girl’s mouth with a low moan of satisfaction. Michelle stood, trembling, a quivering whimper escaping her throat as the taller girl French kissed her.

Rhonda’s hands went around Michelle’s waist then, and firmly, inexorably pulled her closer. She prolonged the kiss, and pressed herself against the fearful brunette, letting her hand slide down to Michelle’s shapely ass, traveling the silky contour of skin there. Michelle pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked up into Rhonda’s eyes pleadingly.

            “Please..no..I’m not into that..I can’t do it..please..”

Rhonda stared into the younger girl’s eyes and smiled wickedly. “You have a sweet body, Michelle. I can take you to pleasures you’ve never dreamed of. Now just let me take you…” She pressed the other girl against the locker and continued the kiss, silencing her, as Michelle squirmed. Rhonda was rubbing Michelle’s bare breast when a voice sliced through the air of the locker room.

            “Hey, you heard her, Rhonda! Leave her alone!”       

            Both girls turned their heads to see Michelle’s best friend, Amy, standing ten feet away, wrapped in a towel.

            Rhonda eased off of Michelle’s shivering body a few inches. “Oh, this is suddenly your business, huh girl?”

            “Yes it is. She’s my friend, and she’s not lesbian or bi or whatever you are, so just leave her the fuck alone.” She looked at Michelle and nodded to the door. “Get your clothes and go to my locker, Michelle. Get away from her.”

            Rhonda swiftly moved between Michelle and her open locker. “How is she going to get her clothes, bitch? Why don’t you just leave us alone. She’ll get her clothes and be on her way in due time.”

            “That’s it, you fuckin’ lezzie bitch. You get away from that locker now!” Amy yelled.

            “If you can get me away from it, girl, go for it,” Rhonda hissed.

            “Amy, please!” Michelle pleaded, “don’t do this, just…I’ll just do what she wants and it will be over…you don’t have to do this. Just go home.”

            “No, Michelle,” Amy said, walking toward Rhonda, “this bitch isn’t going to do anything to you.” She reached out for Rhonda’s arm and started to yank her away from the locker, but Rhonda caught her flush in the face with a vicious open-handed slap that snapped Amy’s head to one side.

            “UGHH!” she moaned, holding her cheek. She started to swing back, but Rhonda’s moves were cat-quick, and powerful. She belted the short-haired Amy in the midsection, and with another lightning move, whipped the towel from her, leaving her naked.

            Michelle covered her mouth with both hands and watched her friend double over, gasping for air.

            “Amy, forget it..please!!” Michelle called out.

            Amy instead backed up and kicked out at Rhonda, her foot catching the tall blonde in the thigh. Rhonda winced briefly, then scowled at the naked Amy.

            “Little bitch,” she muttered, moving rapidly to Amy and whipping her arm around her neck. She had her in a headlock, and Amy scratched and clawed at Rhonda’s breasts.  Rhonda shrieked in pain, and a look of dark anger filled her face. She brought her knee up into Amy’s face with a dull thud, sending the girl sprawling onto the carpet.

            Amy moaned, rolling on the floor briefly, and tried to scramble backward away from the enraged blonde, but Rhonda grabbed her ankle and dragged her back toward her.

            “Fuckin’ cunt!” Rhonda said, and stomped her foot down between Amy’s open legs, directly on top of naked pussy.

            “AGHHHH!!!” Amy screamed, arching in agony. Rhonda stood over her and stomped the girl’s breasts just then, and kicked her in the side. The helpless Amy twitched and moaned on the floor, and Rhonda gripped her by the hair, pulling her painfully to a kneeling position.

            “You need to learn,” Rhonda said through clenched teeth, “to mind your own fucking business, Amy.” With Michelle watching in horror, Rhonda slugged the kneeling Amy three times in the stomach, and battered her face with her fist twice more. Then, she pulled Amy’s head between her thighs and squeezed. Amy squealed, her head in the vice of Rhonda’s slim but well muscled leg, her face reddening and her nose touching the crotch of back of her shorts where her shapely buttocks clenched.

            “I’m going to pop your head like a fucking grape, you nosy bitch!” Rhonda hissed.

            “Pleeassseee..” she heard Amy gasp.

            After a few agonizing seconds, Rhonda let go, and Amy collapsed to her hands and knees under her spread legs. Rhonda sat down on her back, flattening her. Amy was unable to get up. The cruel blonde reached between Amy’s spread legs and grabbed some pussy hairs between her fingers. She smiled at Michelle, who had backed into a corner of the lockers, too frightened to move. Then she yanked harshly, ripping the hairs from Amy’s sex, and Amy yelped, writhing on the floor under her.

            Rhonda got up from Amy, who was now just curled up in agony, moaning and sobbing softly. She stomped her foot down on Amy’s ass several times for good measure, then pulled her to a kneeling position again. The battered Amy’s face was wet with tears, and red from the humiliation of the severe beating she had suffered in front of her friend she had tried to defend.

            “Want more, bitch?” Rhonda asked her, holding her head by the hair.

            “No….please…no more..” Amy croaked pitifully.

            Rhonda chuckled. I didn’t think so, cutie.” She whipped a vicious, sonic-speed backhand against Amy’s face, knocking her to the floor again. Amy grunted and lay there, panting between her sobs. Michelle had sunk to a crouch in the corner, crying softly and biting her lip.

            Rhonda reached into Michelle’s locker and took out a belt. She walked over to Amy’s naked frame, and pulled her up, yanking her to a sitting position on the floor by a bench. She lashed Amy’s wrists behind her and around the bench leg, fastening her there securely. Amy groaned weakly but was too beaten and exhausted to resist.

            “Now, Amy, you can watch while your little friend does what she is told..”

            She walked to Michelle, who cowered in the corner. She reached down, took Michelle by the wrist and brought her up, pulling her over to where Amy sat, bound to the bench. She took Michelle by the throat.

            “You’re going to do just what I say, or I will beat this bitch—“ she pointed at the whimpering Amy—“until no one will recognize her. Understand me, girl?”

            Michelle nodded and stammered. “Y-yes…yes I do.”

            “Good girl. Take off those panties.” Rhonda stood with her hands on her hips while Michelle slid her panties off. Rhonda held out her hand, and Michelle gave the tiny white panties to her. Rhonda stepped in front of Amy and stuffed the panties in Amy’s mouth.

            “There, hold those until we’re done, nosy bitch.”

            Amy moaned, her head hanging, the panties sticking out of her mouth.

            Rhonda slipped her shorts and panties off and leaned back against the lockers.

            “On your knees, Michelle,” she ordered.

Michelle whispered, “Omigod…” and lowered herself to the floor in front of Rhonda. The blonde bitch smiled, looking right at Amy, gripped the trembling brunette’s hair in her fist, and pulled her face to her open cunt.

            Michelle leaned forward, holding onto Rhonda’s thighs.  

            “Eat my pussy, girl, and eat it good. I want Amy to hear all those wet sounds you are going to make with your mouth.”

            Michelle whimpered, her face plastered against the other girl’s sex, and obeyed, licking and sucking Rhonda until she came in a torrent of grunts and gasps, holding Michelle’s tender face into her hot cunt.

            She let go of Michelle finally, leaving her kneeling and hanging her head in shame, and dressed in front of both conquered girls.

            Before she left, she grabbed Michelle and kissed her deeply again. Michelle could only let her have her way.

            She slapped the back of Amy’s head on the way out. “Next time, nosy bitch, mind your own business.”

            When Rhonda left, Michelle went to her friend and slowly, with trembling hands, undid her binds.