Beauty before the beast

Feeling no resistance from Yuki she worked a second finger into her wet sex, the pace of her ministrations quickening incrementally. She didn't think it would take long to finish off her thoroughly humiliated partner and a feral grin crossed her face. With her free hand she would lightly swat those upraised buttocks, seeing how the girl would respond. There was no point in adding too much more punishment, she was scarcely awake enough to handle it.

Yuki yelped as she felt Anne slap her behind. What followed was Anne slowly bringing her to orgasm as her body shivered in pleasure. She moaned loudly as she shut her eyes tight.

Sympathetically Anne gave a low moan of lust as Yuki drew ever closer to her climax. Only encouraged by the woman's noises she decided upon a final plan of action: adding a third finger to Yuki's pussy she would begin to work them in and out swiftly, her free hand moving to flit across the girl's clitoris. "That's it, moan for me, baby. I wanna make you gush and squirt all over your own tits." The moment she felt the first clench of Yuki's inner muscles at her orgasm Anne would pull out and let her cum unobstructed.

Yuki let out a scream as she came, her juices squirting over Anne and a bit of the ring. After a few moments, her body went limp in the punk's grasp.

Anne actually let out a little squeak as Yuki's cum splashed against her lap leaving a little trail of moisture on her skirt. With a soft giggle she would ease her victim down onto her side and kindly remove her shirt down from over her face letting it cover her breasts. "That enough practice for one day, pretty?"

Yuki was too shocked to speak, but she noticed the crowd and looked away, utterly humiliated. This was just meant to be a training day....now this happened.

As Anne's adrenaline drained away her blood cooled and her softer self was able to peek out through ice blue eyes. Finally she saw just how ashamed she had left this girl and guilt dropped like an anvil in her chest. Dropping down to kneel at Yuki's side she'd help the girl up with her shorts in a rushed manner, "Oh, I'm sorry, Yuki, I got too carried away. That was too far... I- I wasn't thinking. C'mon, let's get you up and get to the locker room..."

For a moment, Yuki flinched when Anne touched her, but did not speak as she felt Anne pull her shorts on and drag the girl to her feet. Yuki kept her gaze lowered, trying not to meet anyone's gaze.

Anne threw her arms around Yuki, fearing the girl's silence, and would half drag her past the leering crowds and into the gym's musty locker room. Here they would have some kind of privacy, if only a little. "Yuki... Are you okay? Do you wanna sit down and talk about it?" This was not the Anne most people saw, even her roommates. Talking about feelings? Apologizing? Unheard of. Beneath her brusque exterior, beneath Anne Archy, was still the remnants of Alexis Mallory.

Yuki was still silent, trying to process what went on. After a few moments, she looked at Anne and tried to nod.

"Y-Yeah.......just a little...shocked." she managed to get out.