Miss Judith's Girls

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

That night Hannah tried to ignore what Felicity and Judith were doing to Mary Ann. But it was difficult, because there was more noise than the night before, despite constant hushing from the two older girls. It was obvious that whatever they were doing to the poor girl was painful, and there was a good deal of writhing about. Hannah could no longer contain herself. In the morning she confronted Judith and Felicity before breakfast.

“What on earth are you doing to that poor girl?” she demanded.

“It’s none of your business,” Felicity said. “But if it makes you feel any better, Miss Busybody, it’s what she wants. More importantly, it’s what she needs.”

“But it sounds like she’s in pain,” Hannah protested.

“Silly girl,” Judith said contemptuously. “Don’t you know that’s what some people like? Especially pathetic little cunts who will do anything to get noticed by prime pussy.”

“How can anyone like pain?” Hannah said. What nonsense was this?

“Don’t you know anything?” Felicity said. “It seems we’ll have to teach you. When we’ve shown this girl how much she really wants to serve prime p***y, and what pleasure there is in being bossed around by a superior girl, and made to do things she thinks she doesn’t like but in reality craves, then we’ll start on you. I bet you are just the sort of prim little madam who thinks butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but whose innocent, timid little cunt will quiver with excitement at the first lash of the whip. Wait and see.”

Hannah didn’t like the sound of this. Was this a genuine threat, or merely bravado? At the very least, she ought to try and find out exactly what it was they were doing with poor Mary Ann, if they planned something similar for Hannah. The following night she made sure she was awake. It seemed the other girls were less bothered now about keeping things a secret, and this time they actually had a torch to light up their activities. Peeping out over the bedclothes, Hannah saw Judith pull back the covers and tug down Mary Ann’s pyjama bottoms, despite the girl’s half-hearted attempt to prevent her. Felicity was half lying across Mary Ann’s chest and had undone her pyjama top, revealing Mary Ann’s neat little breasts and pretty pink n*****s. Hannah watched transfixed as Felicity bent her head and took one of the n*****s between her teeth and bit it. Mary Ann made a stifled yelp of pain, at which point Judith pushed her hand into Mary Ann’s cunt, up as far as the knuckles.

“You’re going to get fisted tonight,” Judith whispered loudly. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Mary Ann whimpered. Judith pushed her hand in harder. Hannah was disturbed to see that it was now almost entirely up inside the girl’s cunt. Surely such a thing was not possible? Felicity, meanwhile, not to be outdone, had one hand on Mary Ann’s left breast, pinching the n****e most cruelly, while still biting on the right one. And then she shifted position, moving up to straddle Mary Ann, sitting astride her. She pulled down her pyjama bottoms and forced her bare crotch down onto the girl’s face. Judith was still working her hand into Mary Ann’s cunt, and now Hannah could see that it was right inside, up to the wrist. She was both shocked and fascinated. How was such a thing possible without causing damage? Hannah wondered what it felt like. There was a little flutter between her legs as she imagined the sensation of being completely filled in this manner. How disgusting! How thrilling!

Without being fully aware of what she was doing, Hannah’s hand had strayed down to her groin, sliding into her pyjama bottoms, between her legs. It was wet, which was shaming; was she really excited by such a debauched display as the one she had been witnessing? It was shocking, undoubtedly; and yet her hand sought her c**t and began to rub it, in just the way she liked it, slowly at first but faster and faster. She bit the sheet to stop her cry of delight as her orgasm burst over her, the spasms of pleasure pulsing on and on, until she thought they would never end. My goodness! Was it really so exciting to see what she had seen? Surely she could not want this for herself. As the thrill of pleasure subsided, her strict upbringing reasserted itself. This was dirty, depraved, disgusting. It was also scary.

The next day Hannah was sitting in the coffee shop at a table in the corner, reading a book. Felicity and Judith walked up and sat down on either side of her.

“So, farm girl,” Judith said, “let’s get a few things straight.”

“I’m not a farm girl,” Hannah said.

“What does your old man do then, way out in the boondocks?”

“He sells farm machinery,” Hannah said.

The two girls laughed. “Same difference,” Judith said. “Farm girl, I suppose what you know about s*x comes from watching pigs f**k?”

“Don’t be disgusting,” Hannah said.

Judith laughed again. “Disgusting? You just wait.”

“So tell me,” Felicity said, “Are you a virgin?”

“It’s none of your business,” Hannah said, colouring a little despite herself.

“I’ll take that for a yes, then,” Felicity said. “Never had anything in there at all? Not even a stick of corn?”

“I bet you shove your finger in there from time to time, don’t you?” Judith said.

Hannah kept silent.

“How old are you?” Judith said. “Nineteen?”

“Time for initiation,” Felicity said. “And we’re the experts. You’re lucky. You’re going to be initiated by posh privileged p***y. p***y that knows exactly what a common cunt like you needs and deserves.”

“We’re going to turn you into a lesbian slut,” Judith said. “You may not like it much at first, but within a week or two you’ll be begging for it.”

“Begging for it,” Felicity echoed. “Begging to be allowed to lick ass. Begging for girl c**k. Begging for your n*****s to be clamped.”

“If you tell anyone about this, you will be despised. Ostracised. No one will ever speak to you again.”

“And you will miss the supreme pleasure of serving prime pussy.”

The two girls got up and left. Hannah sat there, trying to concentrate on her book, but her mind was racing. She had no doubt these girls were serious, that they meant what they had said. She had seen what they had done to poor Mary Ann. But was she really so unfortunate? Despite her protests, the girl had seemed, in some manner at least, to enjoy what was done to her.

Hannah was aware that something was going on with herself, something in that place between her legs she could never bring herself to name. She felt hot there, prickly, and definitely wet. How could this be after the threats she had endured? And it wasn’t just heat and wetness she felt. There was an ache. A need. She went to the bathroom and carefully locked the door. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She stared at the crotch, seeing the damp patch. She put her hand on her cunt, cradling it, rubbing it. She sighed. She sat on the toilet with her legs apart, leaning backwards, and slowly pushed a finger in. The girls had been right. A finger had gone in there, now and again. And again, and again. Sometimes several times a day if she was in the mood. She didn’t always finish. She felt bad about doing it too often, and so sometimes she punished herself, rubbing her c**t until she was just about to come, then stopping, and after the throbbing had died back just a little she would smack herself there, hard, sometimes with the flat of her hand, sometimes with a hairbrush, first one side of the brush and then the other, silently telling herself she was a dirty little girl who needed severe punishment, until she could bear no more. Now, however, what she needed more than anything was relief. She had a class in ten minutes. She couldn’t get through the class aching and oozing like this. Quickly she rubbed her swollen c**t until her hips shook and her thighs clenched and slowly the tension drained away. She wiped herself carefully, flushed and turned on the tap to wash her hands. And then she changed her mind and turned the tap off and smelled her hand, smelled the odour of herself on it. She’d take that to class and give herself a little sniff now and then.

That night, Mary Ann was fisted again. Hannah heard whimpering noises, but it seemed as though the girl did not suffer so much pain this time. It was more about making her feel her submission, the shame of being opened up so completely, and added to that the shame of admitting that she wanted it.

“What is your cunt good for?” Hannah heard Felicity whisper in the dark.

“It’s good for being stretched, Miss Felicity,” Mary Ann said.

“Why does it need stretching?” Judith demanded.

“Because it’s a bad cunt and it needs discipline, Miss Judith.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Judith said. It was her hand in Mary Ann’s cunt. She reached down with her other hand and slapped Mary Ann’s c**t.

“That needs discipline too, does it not?” she demanded.

“Yes, Miss Judith,” Mary Ann said through clenched teeth. Judith slapped her again, then again. Felicity began to pinch her n*****s.

“What about these slutty little n*****s, that are always so hard? Don’t they deserve discipline too?”

“Yes, Miss Felicity,” Mary Ann said. She gasped as Felicity pinched even harder, then twisted the n*****s, digging in her nails.

“Oh my god,” Mary Ann said out loud.

Hannah had her hand between her legs, wondering if this was what they would do to her. She really wasn’t sure about the fisting. But there was no doubt she hoped for something. She was turned already, she knew that, just from listening to what went on every night. I’m going to be a lesbian w***e, she thought. Who would ever have thought it? What would they say back home, if they knew? But they never would. She would make sure of that.