Zoe’s Secret 1

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Zoe Craig was the apple of every parent’s eye. Her father was the local vicar, mom worked in the charity shop and Zoe hersaelf was a bright, hard working schoolgirl having passed nine GCSE’s with top marks just that summer. Zoe seemed to be the perfect daughter, hard working, trustworthy and very pretty to boot with her long, blonde, curly hair and cute little ‘ button ‘ nose. She certainly could easily pass for being younger than her sixteen years. As her best friend however I know about the ‘ dark’ side of her. Being a weak person I’ve been slowly drawn into her shadowy world experiencing everything with her.. I just had to tell someone about it so here goes..

I’m Katherine, Zoe’s close friend, I say close… we now couldn’t be any closer. They are NOT our real names but they’ll do for the purpose of telling the tale. After our GCSE’s we went to sixth form college to do ‘A’ Levels, and that is where our story starts. We met all manner of new people at college, it was SO different from school. We suddenly had our freedom..we could choose what we wore, ate, did and prophetically WHO we could meet, and generally be treated more like an adult. I made lots of new friends and as Zoe was doing a different course, so did she. I teamed up with the sorts of people that I’d always hung around with. Zoe wasn’t used to ‘ hanging out’ with anyone, but new ‘ friends’ , seemed keen to ‘ cosy up ‘ to her. Two stunningly attractive girls in their final ‘ Art and Design’ term seemed to be permanently at Zoe’s side. At first I was pleased that my shy friend had found new companions. I didn’t want her feel I was trying to’ muscle’ in so at first, I kept my distance. We were still friends and travelled to college together each day, but as the weeks went by Zoe seemed to have very little conversation in her on our journeys After a month or so I noticed various strange things starting to happen. I’d travel on the bus with the quiet, demurely attired vicar’s daughter, but by morning break the vicar’s daughter was no longer there. Bodily Zoe was in the common room, but now dressed in a short denim skirt ( no tights! ) and a cheeecloth shirt. The shirt had the top four or so buttons undone, showing her very alluring cleavage. I’m sure she was bra-less as well. Zoe was not on the art and design course but she was dressed in their ‘ uniform.’

Only when talking to my friends did any misgivings start to surface. Melissa and Judith were her new ‘ friends,’ and they were the college’s leading lights in the gay community, notorious, according to girls ‘ in the know ‘ , for disappearing off into the ‘ ladies ‘ to ‘ fuck ‘ each other. They both were stunningly attractive, had rich parents, shared a very nice flat nearby as well as owning a nearly new B.M.W. car. They were often seen hand in hand openly parading round the campus.. Unlike us Mel and Jude seemed to have no fear of failure…Mummy and Daddy would sort things out for them….I worried about Zoe’s attatchment to them.

One Friday afternoon the nature of the attatchment became blatantly clear. Friday lunchtimes usually left the college deserted as the students went out to lunch. The nearby cafe, wine bar and pub were full of our students. On this particular Friday I left the wine bar early to get first use of the photo copier for my dissertation. I set the machine going, but two pints of lager drove me hastily to the toilet. As usual the entrance door to the toilet was wedged open…lucky for me…I was bursting! I rushed into the cubiclle, unzipped my jeans, whipped down my knickers and..aahhhhh…It was like a tap being turned on, I was just in time.. As the sound of running water faded I was sure I could hear muffled voices..nearby ! After a minute I heard those whispering voices again..someone was in here! I wondered who it could be…I had to find out….

I stood, hauled my knickers and jeans up, banged my cubicle door shut and made some padding away noises with my feet. I never left the cubicle, but I hoped I’d persuaded the mystery occupants that I’d gone. Sure enough a couple of minutes later the voices rose to a more normal volume. ‘ Thank fuck for that !’ hissed one irate voice..’ Right Zoe, where were we?’ growled a different voice.. Zoe was there… and two others. They were next door but one to me. I ducked down and peered under the cubicle divider. Sure enough three sets of feet were in that little space. One set of legs, wearing little white socks seemed to be sat on the toilet. Two other two sets of legs seemed to be facing the ‘ sitter.’ Small garments littered the floor along with a large flesh colured object. I thought I recognised Zoe’s little denim skirt laying on the toilet floor, but I definitely recognised Zoe’s little cheesecloth shirt as it fluttered on top of the skirt. ..’ Bit small….but they’ll do..I’ll make do with Tiny Tits! ‘ came the disparaging remark from inside the cubicle. Two other pairs of knickers fluttered to the floor, one pair drifted under the divider quite close to me…..within reach if I stretched. I reached under and picked them up. They were a little soiled, unhygenic and damp…Unaccountably I put them to my nose…..and drank in that unmistakable female aroma…To my acute embarrassment I felt a certain tingling ‘down south.’

Rustlings and muted gasps had me peeping under the divider again though it was ‘ all change ‘ next door but one. It looked like Zoe’s watch on the wrist I could see…and the little silver bracelet on her other wrist confirmed her identity. What in God’s name was she doing….? Surely..Surely not demure little Zoe?? She had both hands flat on the cubicle floor and must have had her pretty ass high in the air. The slurping, lapping and strained gasps told me clearly that Zoe was getting her ass – hole ‘ done.’ Her little squeals did not seem to be of displeasure, quite the opposite in fact…she seemed to be enjoying it as I saw her pretty little face contort….with pleasure. The tingling in my loins turned into a rush and I came in a flood, soaking my knickers and jeans in a torrent of intimate juice and pee residue. I heard myself gasping but the other two girls were too busy swapping over their position, savouring Zoe’s pert little ass to notice my gentle gasps.

‘ Spread your cheeks honey bunch…Let me get my tongue right in there..’ came the muffled instruction. I could see Zoe dutifully gasping as she forced her bottom wider for the girls. The sucking, lapping and slurping sounds were very loud, but the three of them ploughed on regardless. ‘ Must have been one fine ass ‘ was my explanation. ‘ Wider girl WIDER….FIRST time up here is gonna hurt otherwise ! ‘ growled one of the butt lappers. I ducked down again to see the flesh coloured object being lifted from the floor, its thin straps tapping gently on the divider. I could various rustling noises and what sounded like a belt being buckled. I now know that something was being ‘ strapped on’ but at the time I didn’t. ‘ Prepare yourself for Heaven – honey bunch – Here it comes !’ was the gruff command from the cubicle. The two feet behind Zoe shuffled in closer.. Zoe’s face was now crushed right to the floor, contorted this time….with pain……Our eyes met….. I won’t easily forget the fear and the pain in those eyes..’ I can’t get it any wider!’ she painfully gasped…searching my face desperately for help. ..’ OH YES YOU CAN HONEY PIE – This’ll sort it for you !! ‘ grunted a ‘ threatening ‘ voice.. Straining, groaning, gasping, guttral noises rang from that cubicle before a gasp announced- ‘ I’m IN, mmmmmmmmm.’ ‘……Owww!’ You’re HURTING ME !!!….was Zoe’s pained, gasped cry, but a small manicured hand swiftly covered her mouth, silencing her protests. Another hand snatched one of the sets of pants from the floor, screwed up them up and forced them into Zoe’s trembling mouth. She was now totally helpless..What could I do??? Then an idea flashed into my head. Carefully I opened my cubicle door, trying to be as quick as I could, and tiptoed into the corridoor outside. I could clearly hear the rythmic ‘ pounding ‘ and pained yelps coming from inside the toilet – I had to act quickly.. I quickly did my noisy footstep trick again…this time getting nearer. I called out to some imaginary colleague that ‘ Zoe’s in the toilets…come down and we’l! ask her…ZOE ! WHERE ARE YOU ZOE?’ ‘ I did my very best to sound like a whole bunch of people.

The trick worked..as our Melissa and Judith scuttled, red face, past me into the corridoor, fleshy object in hand, abandoning Zoe in the cubicle. I rushed in, opened the rickety door to find Zoe sobbing, sat astride the toilet bowl. She was dabbing her red eyes with the knickers that had been so recently gagging her. The look of relief on her face was reward enough, but her sobbed ‘ Thanks Kathy!’ was truly heart felt. As Zoe stood the damage to her bottom became apparent. Her pretty little delicate ass was a bloodied mess. The cleft of her neat little rear was coloured deep blood red with the seepage from her torn rosebud. She’d been viciously ‘ ass fucked ‘ by the two pretty design students. I wanted to report the whole affair to the college authorites, but then Zoe confessed with acute embarrassment, how deeply she’d got involved with ‘ Mel and Jude.’

Zoe had been flattered by the attention she received from the ‘ Gruesome Twosome’ and had easily been drawn into their web. She went to various quiet corners of the campus with them so they could ‘ Get to know each other better.’ At first it was friendly chats…later a bit of ‘ racy’ banter…but at the end of the first month they were kissing. I knew Zoe quite well, she wasn’t like this..nornally. She explained how to her shame she’d gone along with it all having received a veiled threat about ‘ Daddy Finding Out’ about her exploits. It had reached the stage where she’d started to obediently do their bidding. With a good deal of coaxing I discovered that she’d been regularly to their flat where they’d taken it in turns to ‘ Do her.’ She’ been lapped and sucked twice a week for nearly a whole term. She was sure that today’s experience was the first time her ‘ friends’ had interfered with her bottom…. It struck me as a bit strange that she didn’t know whether they’d done her bottom before, but as she related the whole story to me I began to understand the reason for the apparent ‘ gaps ‘ in Zoe’s memory. Zoe mentioned being given a special drink…and not remembering much afterwards.. Then she sobbingly told me about the photos. While Zoe was ‘ out of it ‘ with her special drink she’d been photographed in a variety of lewd poses. In the porn world I suppose they were only ‘soft,’ but as a lever to coerce the vicar’s daughter, they were a very powerful weapon indeed.

Zoe tearfully explained how college life had degenerated into her turning up each day to lick or ‘ eat out ‘ Mel or Jude…and some days it was both . She graphically described going to quiet corners of the campus to drop her underwear and ‘ entertain ‘ one, or both of her new ‘ friends.’ With tears welling in her wide little eyes she blubbed about there being ‘ No Way Out !’ ‘ Worse than that .,’ she sniffled..’ THEY WANT ME TO BRING A FRIEND ALONG..’ An idea buzzed into my head..

That’s why I’m sat on this bed in my bra and pants smiling sweetly at my little blonde friend. The ‘ gruesome twosome’ are behind the camera, snapping away. I hope my plan works, or we’ll be in an even bigger mess..

Our plan was hatched..We were in their flat and I was the ‘ willing ‘ friend, happy to pose with Zoe. After a few snaps we were urged ‘ To try a few grown up shots.’ We’d already privately agreed to go along with their wishes so we might be able to find out where they kept the films they’d taken. Judith ‘ helped’ me take my bra and pants off, affectionately squeezing my left nipple in the process. In truth neither Zoe or I were big ‘ up top ‘ but Melissa joined Judiths’s fullsome praise of our ‘ lovely young tits..’ Once naked we were shepherded to the top of the bed again, this time squatting with our legs apart facing the camera. ‘ Spread your legs girls…Knees apart..Let’s see those lovely pussies..’ was the smiling request. It was embarrassing but we did as requested, Zoe being somewhat over enthusiastic I thought!! ( check the photo ) At this point however our hosts moved to their full agenda. They’d snapped thirty or so ‘ open leg ‘ shots, when suddenly the camera fell silent. ‘ Time for a drink I think !’ chirped Jude..’ Oh yes please..’ was Melissa’s cheery response….and almost immediately four drinks appeared, nestling on a silver tray. While this was happening I carefully watched Judith take the film out of the camera, label it, and drop it in the desk drawer. I was careful not to let her catch sight of my covert observation…She didn’t seem to notice.

The ‘drinks’ were now here.. We BOTH knew that the drinks were probably drugged..and were trying to think of a way to avoid drinking them. Fate took a hand here..as the phone began ringing out in the hallway. Melissa went to answer it, Judith folowing her half way there, giving details about something or other. Quick as a flash while they were distracted, I emptied one of the glasses down the back of the bed. It was obviously an important call as Mel called Jude to the phone. Just for a moment we were alone. I ‘ sloshed ‘ three quarters of the contents of the other glass behind the bed as well. I just had enough time to split he residue of the drink between our two glasses before Melissa rejoined us. Like true actresses we held up our glasses and toasted our returning host. ‘ Very nice drink..’.I slurred. Crikey! I was feeling drunk after a mouthful…What would a tumbler full have done ? As practiced we slumped onto the bed, open legged, feigning sleep.

‘ Good stuff that rohypnol or whatever it’s called ‘…. chortled Melissa triumphantly as she turned the ‘ sleeping ‘ Zoe onto her back. ‘ Nice bush here Mel… – Come see..’ was Jude’s terse observation as she turned me on my back. ‘ Let’s eat ‘ was Jude’s last comment before burying her face roughly between my splayed legs. Unable to stop, I gasped as a stiff, hot tongue began thrusting into my most sensitive place. I felt the hot breath of a laugh burst right on my clit as Melissa joked about ‘ Having a keen one there..’ as my hips and bottom squirmed uncontrollably on the white duvet. The two girls gobbled and slurped enthusiastically between both our legs for ages. I could bring myself off in pivate at home, but to my shame, Judith’s fingers, lips and tongue brought me to a shuddering, drenching, unforgettable climax.

Suddenly Melissa’s voice was near…’ Give me some of that !..I’ve eaten that squeaky clean bible basher’s, perfumed, soapy, tight little cunt before…Let me dive into YOUR supper…Please !’ To my shame I was pleased as Judith pulled away as I found Melissa by far the more attractive of the two. Shamefully I came in torrents again under Melissa’s less tender, but more enthusiastic efforts. Her large breasts, dragging up and down my thighs just increased the intimate sensations. After a long time the room slowly went quiet…Judith rose yawning.. ‘ It’ll be a couple hours before those two will be ready to perform ..’ yawned Melissa.

All four of us fell sleep in that big bed. I don’t know how long I slept but even the small amount of the drug had made me feel groggy, but suddenly I was awake.. Judith and Melissa were up, shaking both of us.. ‘ Come on Sweety…Time for some more piccies !’ Although we’d only had a tiny bit of the ‘ drink, ‘ we had no trouble acting drowsy, I still felt numb.. Whatever it was that we took was powerful stuff. I’m sure we were both in full control however as our arms and legs were forcibly ‘ entwined’ together on the big bed. ‘ That’s nice..’ encouraged Melissa..’ Give Kathy a little kiss Zoe..’…..’ GOOD!’ We could hear the whirr of a camera and sense the flash behind us as our tongues probed each others’ mouths…. ‘ Very good Zoe…Why not give her tits a good sucking as well as sticking a finger in her..’ chortled Melissa as she ‘ snapped’ away. I’ll admit to enjoying having my best friend suck my tits…She was very pretty in her ‘ young ‘ way. It was even better when she ate me out between my legs, and best of all when she plunged her tongue right in my little pink ass ring. The camera kept snapping and whirring away when it became my turn to ‘ do her.’ Before this day the thought of licking, kissing or tongue lapping ANYONE’S ass hole would have turned my stomach…..But not today. Zoe’s sweet, soapy, perfumed, but nicely sweaty ass hole was absolutely delicious..and I feasted on it …on camera.

We continued eating each other when Melissa ‘ hauled’ me round into a ‘ 69 ‘ position enabling us to eat each other at the same time. I could hear a camera whirring away…and I thought I heard the sound of a video player starting up..

. Then the fruit and veg arrived. I fucked Zoe with a fat carrot. She ‘ DID ME’ with a thin cucumber, and the nights entertainment concluded as I brought Zoe off with an underripe banana. It was never part of our plan…but it was the best sex I’d ever had. The problem n still remained however. Zoe and I were now probably ‘ Blue Movie Stars.’ I was pretty sure that it was a video camera that I’d heard in the room. We needed to get hold of those films and videos. We somehow had to leave no traces of our ‘ photo shoot,’…and I had a sketchy plan forming in my spinning head of how we could do that…

We left Melissa’s flat at about ten o’clock, agreeing to make our own way home. It was about half an hour’s walk, giving us chance to work out how we could get hold of those embarrassing snapshots. We knew where they were kept in the flat,but how were we going to get in there? Surprisingly Zoe had brilliant plan! On the next Friday lunch – time one of us could distract Melissa and Judith while the other stole Mel’s keys from her locker. If a lengthy distraction could be managed, one of us could nip out to the ironmongers in the village and get a copies of all the keys cut. The keys could then be returned to the locker and they’d be none the wiser. Theoretically it was an excellent plan.. The problem was..the distraction. Obviously that would entail one of us inviting Mel and Jude down to the quiet toilet block, offering them the chance of burying that big dildo in one of our asses. Zoe had painfully ‘ sampled ‘ it before, so I offered myself as the ‘sacrificial lamb.’ Truthfully I’d enjoyed Mel’s treatment of my ass that evening. My hope was that I might be able to calm their inherent roughness, and hopefully enjoy the ordeal. Thinking back, my naivete bordered on stupidity. It was a big lump of plastic to be brutally ‘ forced ‘ up anyone’s ass, and I was a total virgin back there. I cajoled myself into thinking that with a little tenderness it MIGHT be quite pleasant…. I spent a nervous Friday morning in college, apprehensive about the possible outcome of my lunchtime ‘ tryst,’ Strangely I was both frightened and excited at the same time.

Friday lunchtime came, and sure enough just Mel and Jude were in the common room as usual. We smiled blandly, and joined them. They were quite chatty and didn’t seem very interested in us at all, so for some crazy reason I decided to take the initiative. I slipped my hand on Mel’ s bare leg…praising her bravery in not wearing tights. With a wicked grin she informed me that wasn’t all she wasn’t wearing. She neatly folded her skirt back…to reveal no knickers under it, just a neatly manicured bush, complete with swollen red lips.. ‘ MMM..Nice..’ was my immediate, if rather embarrassed response, as Mel took my hand, placing it roughly in the middle of that damp place. I saw Zoe’s eyes widen as I thrust two fingers deep into Mel’s slack pussy. Two little tweaks of my fingers told me Mel was ready. She breathily told me that ‘ We can’t stay here…come on I know where we can go !’ She pulled me to my feet, but Jude wasn’t included in her plan. Thinking fast I turned on my ‘ tramp ‘ voice as I turned toward Jude. ‘ Are you coming too.?…I’m feeling really horny.’ Zoe’s jaw dropped at my suggestion..I turned on her to strengthen my apparent resolve, warning her to stay away as I SMILINGLY remarked to Zoe that Mel and Jude…’ Didn’t play kiddie games ..Adult stuff only ….eh ??’ I was trying to appear ‘ hard ‘ but inside I was trembling.

I felt a sweaty hand burrowing up my skirt and other hands squeezing my stiffening tits as well as tugging open my shirt. We were on the move…and I’d a good idea where to. We marched smartly down the corridoor PAST the toilets and into the unlocked sick bay. The game was up and I was forced face down on the treatment table. There were no niceties as my skirt was ripped asunder. My knickers were destroyed as FOUR eager hands ripped away my pants. ‘ HORNY ARE WE.?..WE’LL SEE..’ leered Melissa as she yanked my shirt open. Judith loomed at the side of me, just long enough to haul my bra away. I was helpless..wearing only my shoes..and they swiftly clonked to the floor. Melissa had me pinned to the table while Judith rooted round in the store cupboard….’ It’s still here ‘.. she announced triumphantly.. as she drew the familiar flesh coloured object from a grubby carrier bag. ‘ We hide a lot of gear here..’ bragged Jude….’ BAGGY ME FIRST GO UP HERE ! ‘ she excitedly squealed, firmly slapping my trembling bottom. ‘ Oh – All Right ‘ Was Melissa’s grudging reply.. ‘ Right ! ‘ snapped Judith ‘ I’m ready..’ I glimpsed the black monster as Judith disappeared behind me…Within seconds I FELT the monster tearing the delicate skin of my ass as it was brutally forced deep inside me. I screamed…the tearing, burning pain was unbelievable…There was only laughing behind me….’ No one will hear you….scream all you like bitch !!’ I did scream !! But the louder I screamed the rougher the thrusts up my burning ass hole became.

I realised quickly that it would be better for me if I kept quiet. Judith built up a fast, pounding pace as she brutally buggered me…laughing as she did it.. ‘ Horny are we?? Don’t worry we haven’t started yet !’ She was right ! Five minute’s later Melissa took over. She strapped the device on herself, and set about my ass hole with glee.. They were enjoying seeing me suffer. My grim realisation was that my two tormentors were taking distinct pleasure from ‘ team fucking ‘ my ass. It was lucky for me it was the lunch hour because my throbbing, bloodied ass hole was still being brutally pounded as the bell sounded to finally bring an end to my torture. Without a word they just left,..leaving me and a pile of torn rags.. My bottom was burning. There was blood on the table as well as my bottom, thighs and stomach. I found myself wiping the table down with paper towels…they knew I didn’t want ANYONE to find out what had happened here. I spent a painful ten minutes cleaning the sick bay table and the floor…I did my best to tidy the place up!! With pained steps I shuffled off to hide in the toilets….hoping desperately that Zoe would come soon and rescue me..Something would have to be done about those two..I hoped my ‘ sacrifice’ had ‘ bought’ some time and enabled Zoe to get those keys cut….We were going to need them if we were to get our revenge. I was sat on the toilet for what seemed an age, dabbing my ‘ tender,’ bloodied bottom with the soft toilet paper.

Eventually I heard the padding of small feet and a familiar voice hissing….’ Kathy…

… Where are you??’ ‘ I’m in here Zoe..’ was my pained reply. The door opened, but Zoe’s smiling face fell as the torn clothes and pieces of red toilet paper came into view. ‘ Oh God No!! Not You as well??’ was her nearly tearful response. She above all others knew the ordeal I’d just been through and her face reddened as the tears began to flow. ‘ Oh Kath…’ she gasped…’ WHAT HAVE THEY DONE?..’ I didn’t explain but pointedly Zoe snapped ‘ They RAPED you,..Didn’t they??’ Feeling shamed I just nodded, but Zoe knelt in front of me, hugged me tightly and kissed me gently on my forehead. For the first, and so far the only time, she swore, spitting venom as she vowed that ‘ Those BASTARDS will PAY for this!!’

Zoe stood me up, pushed my skirt aside and began to gently dab my ‘ bush ‘ with a fresh piece of toilet paper before it dawned on her.. ‘ Your’e not too bad….Turn around..’ I went rigid, and in a desperate effort to hide my shame I stepped back from her, pulling my tattered skirt over my sticky bottom. Maybe I was weakened by my ordeal, or Zoe was a good deal stronger than I gave her credit for, but her insistent hands turned me round. I heard her gasp as she lifted my damp skirt..’ Kath…Oh Kathy what have they done t you ?’ I heard more toilet paper being pulled from the roll and my torn bottom was finally cleaned up. The toilet paper had all but gone before Zoe was satisfied with the job. Zoe then left to make excuses for my afternoon absence to the lecturers, and to get her spare clothes for me to wear. Zoe must have sold the story well because we were both given permission to go home early. Zoe took me to her place and I had a long ‘ soak ‘ while I bathed my stinging bottom in the huge vicarage bath. Zoe gently administered soothing cream round the back. I phoned home, telling Mum I was having tea at Zoe’s. It sounded much better than the truth. This gave us plenty of time to plan our next move, and allowed the burning sensation in my bottom to subside a little. I’d paid a heavy price, painfully sacrificing my anal virginity. I hoped desperately that my sacrifice had NOT been in vain. Secretly I’d always dreamed of nobly spreading my cheeks and ‘ sacrificing ‘ my ass as THE grand gesture, to the one special person I loved…NOT being forcibly ass – fucked by two depraved lesbians. Funny how things work out isn’t it?

It hurt !! But I think I liked it…Mel’s strong legs could really drive it home…I think the initial pain was well worth it… It’s like NO other form of sex….sadly my addiction to this variant has become an increasing problem…Katherine’s advice…Don’t try it unless you have a solid, reliable partner..

– The End –

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