"Now, now Sophia... pets can be nice. But you can only play with one in so many ways." Emma spoke again, her authoritative words almost a lifeline for the beset young woman. Slowly the beautiful red head pulled back onto her seat, Madison's computer chair, like a queen in her throne before lifting one leg up into the air with a singularly slow and sensuous motion. Then with said stocking clad extremity, she beckoned the other girl forth. "Can a pet undress you on just a whim?"

The very question was itself just as much an order absolute.

Taylor could hardly breathe, her eyes widening with something between incredulity and a strange almost toxic strain of gratefulness. Somehow the notion of being Sophia's `Pet' terrified her in ways which she'd not been able to name, and though demeaning, the out which she was being offered here and now at least left a trace of her humanity intact.

She barely hesitate a few precious seconds before finally reaching forth to rest her fingers gently upon her once closest friend's lightly clad leg. A few tugs initially would teach her the `give' of the material, as she worked with care and deliberation, absolutely certain that something terrible would be on the horizon she were to ruin the soft stocking.

It came surprisingly swiftly off of Emma's leg, rolling neatly into a single bundle.

"See Sophia." Emma beamed, clearly having won her own bout of that gambit, whatever winning really meant between them. "Not a pet at all. Kiss it Taylor, kiss it like a lover."

Taylor could not help the way in which she shook... a dry sob convulsing though her chest.

Too much... too much she knew it would lead to more.

To worse.

"Then you can leave." The bloody bitch spoke, cracking Taylor once more from her reverie. "We've wasted enough time in here as it is, only another thirty minutes to go too. Such a waste."

Taylor blanched.

The very thought of enduring more now at war like fever over the idea of the never ending stream of horrible tomorrows which unfolded before her eyes. Once again she had a choice.

Once again she chose to bow her head.

Half an hour more, one hour of this hell a day to avoid it all the other times. One hour's trade.

She kissed the outstretched foot, perfectly manicured, with nails red like spilled blood. A light careful peck of a kiss, no commitment despite what she understood of the intent.

"Like a lover my dear, and put some tongue into it. Suck and lick." Emma's smile was absolute in its fervor, soaking in Taylor's submission like a sunflower to sunshine. "Make me believe you want to be here, with me."

Cold hollow defeat was all that Taylor could feel as she lifted the foot to her face once more, leaning down to give gentle clumsy kisses, bumping her nose into Emma's toes as she tried to comply with her order without committing to it.

"Hmm. I understand." Emma spoke suddenly, pulling her foot down and away from the naked girl before her, plain disdain printed upon her face. "If you don't want to follow orders, then get to the door. I'll see you tomorrow."

Taylor's eyes opened wide in shock, spiraling emotion buckled though her churning her stomach unpleasantly.

The manipulation here was clear, but she could do naught about it, merely fight or follow.

"Please..." her voice cracked slightly. "Please don't take your foot away."

Emma looked down upon her as if weighing her worth before finally relenting, her foot raised up once more. "One more chance. You get one more chance before I just get up and walk away. And everything that happened this evening so far ends up meaning nothing at all. You obey, you obey immediately and without question. Or else..."

Emma stuck out her foot just a bit further.

Not a single word more passed between them as Taylor this time put her all into the duty which she'd been given. Tongue traced lightly across the supple skin, leaving wet trails as Taylor tried desperately to impress. Her thin lips wrapped lightly about the small second toe clumsily, as her tongue wrapped lightly around it, slathering it in saliva while lightly she began to suckle at the digit.

Slowly she continued, throwing herself into the task like a woman possessed, her sensual licks and suckling began to take their toll upon Emma's otherwise iron composure. Her breaths coming faster as she licked her suddenly dry lips in anticipation of more.

Madison could not help it as she fidgeted, worried off to the side. Red in the face as she watched.

This was already out of control and way beyond the scope of what they'd last night discussed. And yet here in her room, Emma looked like a goddess, darkly sensual as she ordered her slave, her playtoy, her pet to heel, to kiss her feet and obey without any enforcement beyond the promise of retribution.

Moisture gathered between the legs of more than one person within the room.

Taylor paid no mind to the hot wet scent which now came from Emma as she worked upon the offered foot, concentrating only on that blistering now.

"Strange... better than I expected." Emma coughed lightly, trying hard not to show just how much she'd been enjoying the sensual display upon her own tender flesh.

"I suppose if you find that kind of thing sexy." Sophia dismissed, yet her eyes lingered upon the ongoing sight.

For once Madison said nothing.

"Well, you know Sophia... you don't need to find it sexy to enjoy it." Emma grinned, the evidence of wicked thoughts flashed upon the look which she passed to Sophia at a glance. "Come on Sophia, live a little. It's not every day you've got a little slave bitch scratch your itches for you."

A level stare passed between the dark athlete and her friend. "I'm not gay."

"Neither am I. I don't find Taylor attractive at all." She pulled her foot back from Taylor's mouth with a loud *Plop*. "But you don't need to be gay to enjoy making someone submit."

Taylor could do not but look down in shame.

"And you don't need to be gay to enjoy getting your pussy licked either." Emma grinned, looking directly at her once best friend and leveling a meaningful gaze. "You know what Taylor. I'll give you a choice. Between the three of us whose cunt would you like to lick the most?"

The question was as cruel as it's implication, but Taylor dared not hesitate... dared not to not choose. "... sophia..."

"Speak up. Don't mumble when you answer, I when I want your opinion I want it. Do not dare try to hide it from me." Emma warned with a harsh smile, knowing full well what Taylor'd said, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Sophia." She spoke up louder, the full body blush glowing brighter even as the tears in her eyes glistened within the light of the all too pink abode. "I want to lick Sophia."

The words curdled her stomach. Disgust, self-hatred, fear, and a hellish thread of lust all flowed within her, all settled at the pit of her stomach as she shivered once more. But even then it was a choice made in full cognizance. A choice for the future. She could only hope that she'd chosen correctly as she allied herself here with her most physical of tormentors. The girl of whom she could best rely upon if things went sour within the group. The one who was least likely to do the things which would really hurt... Taylor knew she could take a little pain.

Giving Sophia the lead here could be painful in the short term, but in the long run it'd keep the rest just one less step away from simply tearing her down. God... Taylor wished that it was over already, no clock to tell the time she could only hope it would be soon done.

...soon done.

Soon done...

She looked up from the floor towards Sophia, the dark girl standing tall and strong before her, body built like a brick. Lean, solid and muscular in ways which made her every motion emphatic.

"So you wanna eat me out huh? Been dreaming of licking me off." Sophia sneered, her presence looming above Taylor as she knelt where she'd been left, never having risen since suckling upon Emma's toes. Suddenly strong fingers gripped her hair, digging hard into her scalp as her face was turned up to meet the gaze of something predatory and wild. "Stick out your tongue."

Taylor moaned piteously even as she complied with the order given, her tongue reaching outward slipper with saliva. Sophia's free hand caressed the extended organ, fingers trailing with a surprising gentleness across its surface before finally settling upon its tip, it took a moment but Taylor could feel the strong girl's grip upon it settle in like a vice, pulling hard upon the oral organ until it would give no more.

Tears formed within Taylor's eyes, but she endured. This was Sophia, and once again she told herself, she could take a little pain.

Sophia let go, wiping her saliva soiled fingers in Taylor's wild tangle of hair.

"You're going to have to get my pants down if you want this treat." Sophia grinned, the cruelty in her eyes and voice apparent. Taylor reached up, her hands trembling at the thought of what came next, only to have them batted away. "Your mouth. Figure it out and make it happen."

Taylor could do nothing but nod beneath the hand which still gripped her hair, as clumsily she began her fumbling journey into loosening the tight blue jeans which adorned Sophia's muscular ass, teeth tugging and pulling first at the zip, then with limited success at the button, tongue and lips having only slightly more as Taylor slowly pried it all loose.

Though out the ordeal Sophia stayed patient, standing tall as Taylor continued her work.

The button popped loose.

"Oh looks like she's got some hidden talents." Madison chimed in, her voice thick and her breath heavy as she sat bundled under the sheets of her bed. One hand was missing from above. "Maybe she does get lots of `Relative' practice."

Emma snickered lightly at the joke, but didn't bother to answer. Her eyes too glued to the scene before her.

Light bites and nibbles would tug at the Athletic girl's pants, pulling it downward inch by inch until it bunched below her knees, the feminine scent of her sweat laced, well worn, practical black underwear hit the beset girl right in the nose. Sophia could feel her sudden hesitation, instead opting to push Taylor forward, nose first against her crotch.

"Panties aren't going to come off by themselves." Sophia taunted, even as she pulled hard once more upon Taylor's hair.

"Not really much of panties there Sophy." Emma tossed out teasingly, still enthralled in the performance despite her words.

"Fuck off Em... briefs are the best for track. They're comfortable." The girl's sudden indignant look came a surprise to Taylor, but ultimately not one which could do anything for her current state of being as Sophia continued to tug and pull at the fabric with her teeth, a process which was slow, clumsy, and demeaning.

But she couldn't really feel much more demeaned right now.

Eventually the boyish panties would come all the way down and before her Sophia's vaginal lips opened engorged with all their glory, the strong scent of her womanhood dominating all of Taylor's senses as Sophia literally began to rub Taylor's nose in the cleft of her crotch.

Sophia's pussy was wild, heavily grown hairs stood wet and glistening with the moisture of her inner labia, juices now smeared all across Taylor's nose. And while her Sophia's wet cunt was hairier than she'd expected, it was at least trimmed enough that it wouldn't spill past her choice of underwear, and was even unevenly cropped in some places, just enough that some of the hairs tickled Taylor's nose, while others pricked her from their short sharpness, almost as if the girl had merely taken a convenient scissors to her nethers without care for the look of the end result.

Taylor could not help but sputter at the thick cloying smell of Woman which now coated her upper lip, spreading within her nostrils as she was forced forward inexorably.

"What are you waiting for?" Annoyance and a hard yank bought Taylor back to the now... to the problem of the now involving her tongue. "Eat me good. You fucking chose me so get me off. You're going to stay there till you do."

Taylor could only shake her head in the affirmative as she began her bitter work.

Slow, languid licks began the process. Each one lavishing long lashings of her tongue upon the outer edges, starting each lick from the bottom to the top before playing lightly with the slowly peeking hood of Sophia's clit as Taylor accustomed herself to the lightly bitter taste.

Methodical, and eager to have it over with, Taylor began to work her way inward, licking faster and faster as she covered the surface with girly cum slathered kisses as the dark edges of Sophia's eager cunt fluttered and spasmed with unconstrained delight.

Breath was hard to come by, barely allowed with every successful attack, as Taylor continued to dive in, hands rested upon Sophia's knees as she tried her hardest to make the girl orgasm. Slowly, and clumsily Taylor licked, her tongue working in an out Sophia's ever more sopping cunt, her wetness soaking and covering Taylor's face and hair as pussy juice got everywhere, streaked upon the victim's face.

Sophia's grip tightened and loosed as she Taylor continued, discovering with intimate detail all of Sophia's most sensitive spots until the moment that finally her tongue met the now erect nub of clitoral flesh which stood tall and proud before her.

Electricity coursed through Sophia's body as Taylor's hot wet mouth wrapped about it, lips sealed as she started to suckle, soft then harder, until Sophia squeezed down, letting Taylor know with her finger tips when she finally gone too far. Until finally all of her efforts begun to come together as Sophia came explosively upon Taylor's face.

Her breath came out in ragged puffs as she finally came down from riding the multiple orgasms which Taylor's frantic suckling had nurtured from the tough girl whom she'd pleasured.

It would take a few minutes for Sophia to finally come down from her high of Bliss, her fingers still pressing Taylor's face directly into her twitching pussy until finally she let go her vice grip upon the nude girl's luxuriant hair. Beside them, the other two still watched on in a frozen awe, fingers working between their own legs as they pleasured themselves to peak at the sight which they'd been offered.

It was left like that for a few more moments, before finally Sophia broke the silence. "Wow... You know you're a fucking awesome Rug-muncher." She grinned nastily as she wiped the streaks of her own juices out though Taylor's hair, tilting the girl's face up as if considering something. "You know you eat pussy like you were born knowing how."