Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... that the rebellion had cropped up this early in the process, and that it wasn't directed at Renee herself. Everything was usable, even this. She had already thought of a way to use the outburst to further Kissy's corruption, and had briefed Melissa as she changed.

As Tenee crossed the gym, she forced herself to suppress a giggle at the slutty cow's outfit. When she had convinced one of the smartest girls in school that it was normal to stuff her blubbery titties into a tiny stretchy top with no bra and then dance, she knew she had already won. It was so fucking hilarious that it still cracked her up after a month of practices. And today, she noted with glee, Kissy was trying to use the tiny skirt to wipe off some wetness between her thighs, and was ineffectually using her arms to hide her swollen nipples. Perfect.

"Alright team!" She called, clapping her hands together. Melissa slunk up behind her, suitably chastised from her locker room lecture. "Our prospective new member has been working hard perfecting our routine for the upcoming pep rally, and it's time for her to show us what she's got!"

The team turned towards Kissy with cruel smiles on their faces. The whole team had been completely under her thumb since the day she had joined the squad, both sexually and socially. They were all useful and willing tools in her plans for Kissy.

Kissy looked ill at ease as the squad formed a semicircle around her, nervously pulling at the tight material of her "uniform". ...

... Renee watched her closely. Kissy's common sense should be telling her that the routine was little more than strip club moves. Any idiot could tell that, let alone a girl as smart as Cassie once was. Kissy's eyes flicked through the crowd, locked onto Renee's. Renee gave her a slight nod. A submissive nature could make someone overlook a lot of things.

At Renee's direction, the squad began to clap a rhythm, steady, pulsing. Already a crimson blush was starting on Kissy's cheeks. This girl was a rare breed. She could give in to her inner depravity one day, then act like a fucking nun the next.

Kissy began dancing, stiffly, awkwardly, mortified by being the center of attention. But that's the thing, Kissy dear, thought Renee smugly. The center of attention is exactly what you are going to be. It has already started to turn you on. The seeds that I planted with that little clothes prank have already sprouted in your brain, growing the noxious little weeds of life destroying fetishes. Renee could see it in Kissy's face, in the way her eyes darted around to the watching girls while she mechanically went through the motions. She was terrified that they would notice how turned on the attention was making her. That they would see her for the slut she was. The little locker room confrontation was bearing fruit, Kissy was deeply concerned that the rest of the team saw her as a kinky lesbian. She had no idea how far Renee planned to push that today.

"Stop." Said Renee firmly, ...