"The pair headed for the Wench's quarters, a mostly bare room with a four-foot by four-foot cage in the middle. "Why do they make you sleep here?" Bia...ca asked."To remind me that I'm a slave. And to inspire me to work hard to be allowed to sleep elsewhere." The Wench seemed nonchalant. "I'm pretty tired, so it won't matter tonight." She got down on all fours and crawled into the cage, and Bianca shut the door. "Better lock it," the Wench admonished.Bianca did so, but asked, "What if you have to. My screams of pain quickly turned to screams of euphoria as my stuffed cunt tightened and convulsed. I had the hardest orgasm of my life, which only intensified as he disregarded my tightness and pushed farther.“Stop! Stop! STOP!” I begged. My pussy spasmed and gushed as my orgasm ravaged me. The unbearable pleasure surged throughout my body; I nearly fainted as the waves of orgasm washed over me. I tried to slide off his cock, but he took my movement as compliance and started thrusting. “Shit!. You should get dressed now as I have to lock up the gym after you leave,’ Brooke told her and then added, ‘I will speak with Ms. Simpson about cheerleading as she knows the coach very well and maybe she can put in a good word for you.’ ‘Oh that would be wonderful, thank you Ms. Johnson,’ Carrie gushed as she got dressed. Carrie finished arranging her clothes and walked back to her locker to get her books and school clothes. As she walked the halls she felt somewhat guilty that she had just had. ."What!" she blurts out, as her head jerks up and her eyes snap open, seeing a hand drawing back from her face."Damn, I'm sorry!" she says to the woman beside her, realizing her head has been resting on her shoulder as she slept."That's okay, dear, I didn't mind at all," the woman murmurs with a little grin, "but you were starting to moan a bit. Truth be told, I nodded off, too." She turns in her seat, their legs touching. "I suppose we should introduce ourselves, now that we've slept together..