Shokushu High School

It took both sluts to gingerly lift Spacegirl out of the tub. They sat her on a nearby stool, and as the tall girl supported her limp, yielding body, the other took a towel and carefully dried her off. She ran a rough towel over every intimate corner of Spacegirl's delectable form, making sure to get every last drop of water and any remaining bit of suds. What little the towel missed, her tongue was more than happy to take care of. When Hitomi had been dried off with exquisite thoroughness, she was lead over to a high narrow table, that sprang from the floor at the turn of a dial. A towel was spread out, and Spacegirl carefully lain on top. They rolled her over on her stomach, and then stood back to get a better look at their charge.

Hitomi lay on her belly, her head resting in her folded arms. Her eyes were half-closed, and a very faint smile played at the corners of her sweet mouth. Her ass was displayed to great advantage, and the brunette, could not help pinching and fondling it, receiving in response only a slight murmur from the exhausted Asian girl. The blonde left the room for a moment, returning with two large bottles, one of which she handed to her companion. She undid the stopper of her own bottle and poured some of its contents into her hand. It contained a thick amber colored oil. She dabbed the oil onto Hitomi's naked back and rubbed and rubbed to work it deep into the girls muscles. Her companion impatiently dumped half of her own bottle on to Spacegirl's perfect ass, and down her long slender legs.

She began aggressively kneading the flesh, paying special attention to the poor girls anus, and the part of her cunt that was exposed, and the blonde soon matched her efforts. The powerfully erotic scent of the oil soon aroused Hitomi, who snapped awake, remembering that she was a prisoner. She tried to sit up, but was pushed back down by the two young harlots. They had their way with her for twenty minutes, rubbing more and more of the oil into her glistening skin, ignoring her feeble protests. Then they flipped her over and worked on her chest, rolling the firm nipples between their fingers until Hitomi moaned with an unholy mixture of pleasure and pain. They let a trickle of oil run down the furry cleft between her legs, and did not hesitate to let their fingers roam down there and rub the oil in. All the while Hitomi hovered between resistance and submission, struggling to regain control of her mind and her body, but at the same time yielding to the skillful ministrations of her nubile tormentors. Her moans were low and guttural, and did not resemble human speech; they were more like the call of some wild animal.

Finally the oil was all used up, and the two girls used more towels to soak up all the excess oil that covered every inch of Hitomi's soft , rosy skin; her skin that now shone like polished bronze with the sheen of oil. Once again, Hitomi tried to sit up, but a gentle push on her chest forced her to lie back down. The blonde took her hands, and tied them behind her, under the table. She was quite helpless now; even if she wanted to move she could not. She was now their helpless toy, and all she could do was to gently plead with them to be gentle.
'Please. . . don't hurt me. . .I'll do anything you say. . . '
This seemed to amuse the girls. 'Oh, you'll do as we say. There's no doubt about that. But if we want to hurt you. . ' Here the brunette grabbed a nipple and twisted 'Well, then we will.'

Once again they stepped back to observe the struggling prisoner. The blonde bent down and whispered something into her friend's ear. The brunette enthusiastically nodded her head, and the two burst into peals of laughter, and ran from the room. After a few long minutes, during which Spacegirl had time to worry about what they had planned, they returned carrying a large basket between them. Upon opening, it turned out to contain make-up of all kinds which they began to apply to their new toy. In a short time Spacegirl was done up in the elaborate style of her jailers. Her lips were colored bright scarlet, her eyes outlined in black and a bright green applied to her eyelids. Her cheeks were rouged, and her eyebrows painted. They even applied a bright red color to her nipples, and more to the lips of her cunt. Beneath the thick layers of tawdry color, her cheeks burned and blushed with real red at the though of herself, Spacegirl, the ADD's top agent, and the scourge of space-pirates everywhere, made-up like a cheap whore and made the sport of a couple of over-sexed concubines. She began to sob quietly; this only served to excite the two bitches, who had had enough looking and were ready to once again touch. All gentleness was gone from them as they quickly got into position, the blonde at the head, the brunette at the feet. The smaller girl roughly parted Spacegirl's legs, and thrust her head into her pubic mound, sucking licking and biting. The blonde, meanwhile, forced apart Hitomi's lips and teeth and thrust her tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue and muffling her cries.

They worked away for what seemed like an eternity, pausing only long enough to switch places occasionally (thus forcing Hitomi to taste her own copious spendings). They probed her mercilessly and coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of the helpless girl. Finally, when they had had enough, and when Hitomi could take no more, they stopped. They untied her hands, since she was no longer capable of escape, gathered their things, and left Spacegirl lying there, her slutty make-up a messy smear, her mind a ragged wound, and her body a limp rag drained of all resistance.

Dr. ZhiloBahd was ecstatic. Everything was going according to plan. His instruments had detected no fewer than seven orgasms, and probably many more. After giving her exactly 145.345 seconds to recover it would be time for stage two.

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