((OOC: Could you break up your paragraphs some?))

Natalie stared up into Sophina's eyes, her own brown eyes narrowing defiantly, "I won't betray my own team. That fat slut is just desperate for the approval of the in crowd." She shudded a little as Sophina ran her masterful (or is that mistressful?) finger down her soft belly. Natalie was thin but not especially athletic and Sophina felt not hard abs but the very soft curb of a much thinner layer of fatty tissue. Natalie squirmed and tried to pull back as Sophina's hand slipped under the waistband of her panties, "You promised you wouldn't violate us us!"

"She promised she wouldn't rape you," Abbie corrected as she was cut down, Are you saying you don't consent?". She had been tied fully dressed. Only Natalie and Sarah had been stripped. Nonetheless, she accepted Deborah's shirt and bra and stripped to put them on. She paused as Sophina's fingers touched her nipples, starting to jiggle and dance, doing one of her routines, only topless.

"I guess not," Natalie said sulkily but her sulk belied her true state. Sophina had felt how wet her sex was. The panty clad princess was even now wriggling in her ropes, hoping to get Sophina back from Abbie.

Melissa couldn't react much. She squirmed on her poll but the way she was tied she could barely move. The black girl's arms and legs hurt like hell and she couldn't speak. There was both lust and anger in her eyes as she looked at Deborah's substantial figure, eyes on those big tits.