EXTRACURRICULAR 2 - Extract

 

"W-what, what, what the fuckkkkkkk....."

It had been all of a sudden that Paula sat bolt upright, her eyes wide and bulging. She had even begun to enjoy this other woman's finger work, shifting on the seat several times. But then another sensation. Something else happening down there. Something that she didn't understand. A sensation that didn't belong to what was happening there previously. Something else sliding up inside her. Something large, smooth, round, or oval. The fingers were there but then this other sensation - this other feeling. A feeling of her being stretched open slightly. Her sexual flesh wrapped around that smoothness and that smoothness making its way up inside her. Paula sucked in a breath. It didn't feel like she could stretch much more. And then it was inside her. And her sex closed behind it. The smoothness up inside her and her sexual slit, her intimate flesh snapped closed over it. That closing - that snapping closed of her cunt around that smoothness, whatever that smoothness was happening in less than the blink of an eye. Her immediate instinct was to reach for her own intimate flesh and get whatever it was out of her. But Debs shot her own hand to Paula's and stopped her.

"Just relax Paula. Just relax sit and chill. Don't make a fuss. Let it do its work and I promise you I won't make you suffer too much. Yet!"

Debs had leaned in and was whispering to Paula. Paula's lipsticked mouth peeled open as the thing inside her seemed to be doing its own thing. Paula gritted her teeth,

"What the fuck have you done to me?"

Paula's calm and coolness had deserted her. She didn't like this, she wasn't in control. And now she had this fucking thing inside her and she didn't know what it was. Or what it was doing to her. It seemed to have slipped into her under its own steam after simply being offered to the sex lips from the palm of Debs's hand. And now that it was inside her it was expanding and contracting on like a two steps forward one step back kind of basis. Like a vibration that had stretched into a steady throb.

"I haven't done anything to you yet Paula now just sit, let my little friend do its work inside you and then we can continue. Then I can tell YOU what is going to happen next."

It was Debs's turn to talk with impunity. And as though she hadn't had a care in the world. She hadn't thought this part of her plan would go so smoothly. But that it had had filled her with confidence. Not that she lacked in the self-belief that this woman's march on her sister's sexuality and mentality would be halted on this day. It would mean another period of healing for Sarah but at least that could start. Probably the next day. Paula was sitting as she was making odd facial expressions. Swallowing hard and then running her tongue across her lips. Then peeling her lips open and sucking in a deep breath. Lighting another cigarette and inhaling deeply. The thing inside her swelling, and swelling some more. If she could have seen between her own legs she would have seen the bulge, the lump that was pressed from the inside out. That bulge giving away that there was something inside her. A closer look would have even been able to pick up the movement and the throbbing of that thing. It swelling behind the entrance to the vaginal tunnel. That swelling so much, so acute that it prevented itself from slipping out and instead pushed the vaginal lips and flesh out almost obscenely. Paula's eyes rolled, and her tongue tipped the corner of her mouth. And there continued to be movement inside of her. Movement that made her move and shift on the seat next to Debs.

Then Paula clamped her hand to her mouth. As though she was stifling a scream. She WAS stifling a scream. She clamped her hand tightly. Wrapping her fingers around her lower jaw, her palm tight to her mouth in a gag. Her legs had gone from a lazy open to a clamped shut, tight. Whatever was happening down there was not a nice thing for her to be feeling. It felt to her like the thing had exploded inside her and that there was thousands of little tiny pieces of red hot shrapnel sinking into the delicate flesh of the her inner sexuality. In a sense there had been an explosion inside her. The thing had swollen and then 'popped' - it had made room inside Paula. Room for it to pop. And when it did that, twelve hooks emerged, and found their own individual points of entry into the flesh inside Paula. Those barbed hooks sinking through the flesh and then emerging. Emerging outside of the bulged vagina of Paula. Two lines of six hooks, just outside of the labia. Little trickles of blood spilling, but then no more blood. Those hooks then pulling back. The barbs ensuring they could not be fed back in through their own holes. The amount of pain those twelve individual points of must have produced can only be guess at. The horror on Paula's face relaying it to perfection. And whilst that was happening, Debs reaching for her own bag. Sliding her hand in and retrieving something, like thin ribbons of black silk. Looking round. The bar was quiet - the terrace even more so. It was too early for the late clubbing crowd to be there. And this place was so out of the way in that alley that passers-by were few and far between.

"I think this snatch of yours will be much safer, safer for all, nicely, prettily and tightly laced up now, don't you."

The emerged hooks had pulled back and formed their own lace holes and Debs had used the silk band to form the criss cross of lace. But this time the thing inside her, the thing that had made her hold her breath for longer than she had ever held her breath had worked its way, or part of its had worked its way behind Paula's clitoris and had pushed that bundle of 8000 nerves that formed the clitoris out of its hood. It had pushed it out into the open so that it was vulnerable and exposed. In the meantime Debs was lacing Paula's sex closed. Just threading the silk through each of the hook holes and then across to the corresponding one the other side. Little tugs, enough to make Paula cry behind her hand. She kept that hand clamped to her mouth and face as her mind tried to deal with what was happening to her. Debs lacing her cunt up. Closing it. Making it safe as though it was some kind of weapon of mass destruction. That bulge behind the laced up cunt providing a weirdly, though vicious point of reference and eroticism. Then Debs pulling down Paula's skirt, covering her legs. Paula trying her best to absorb what was happening but not having much luck. Martha's face was there again. This time it was smiling at her. And tilting the head, like in some kind of patronising sympathy. That face was morphed into Debs's face. The colour draining from Paula's face. She was in so much pain down there. So much pain. Those hooks, piercing her from the inside. That thing inside her, working still. Expanding contracting. Expanding contracting. And her slit laced up, tightly.