Page 45 of Wicked Elites

“Now, Ashley,” said Bianca. “I present to you a sister’s dilemma.”

Ashley sat straighter, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, and her unbound hands clasped to her chest. “I’m ready.”

Geraldine pointed at the glowing tent on the other side of the pond. “If both of you swim to that lantern and back, we’ll accept you both into the fold.”

I sucked in a deep breath through my nose. Ashley was just as strong a swimmer as me. When we lived in London, the four of us used to swim in the ponds of Hampstead Heath all the time. I turned to her and flashed my eyes, indicating for her to accept the challenge. I had a feeling that refusing them was not an option.

“Or…” Bianca drew out the word, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “If you accept challenge number two, you join the Queens of Brittas Academy and Pigsty gets the penalty.”

One of their sycophants brought an uncorked magnum of champagne, which I doubted contained any form of sparkling wine.

“What’s the second challenge?” asked Ashley.

Geraldine and Bianca exchanged amused grins. Bianca said, “You have to bring us both to a shuddering climax with your tongue.”

I wrinkled my nose. Even if Ashley was bisexual, she wouldn’t go anywhere near those two skanks. My shoulders relaxed. The choice would be easy. We would swim across the pond, get their lantern, and they’d let us go. But a little voice in the back of my mind told me that these so-called queens might leave us out here once we were in the water.

“Alright,” said Ashley. “I’ll go down on you, but turn my sister the other way, so she doesn’t get to watch.”

A shocked breath huffed out of my nostrils. I doubled over and choked on my saliva. What the hell was Ashley doing?

“Watch!” Bianca yanked me up by my hair, and two girls turned me around.

Ashley crawled on her hands and knees toward a picnic blanket spread out on the ground. One of the girls brought glass lanterns and placed one at each corner of the blanket, as though preparing for a ritual. I jerked my head away, but another set of hands threaded into my hair and yanked my head back to the spectacle.

I shook my head. This had to be a joke. In a minute, the girls would turn around and call me an idiot for getting scared.

But when Geraldine walked in the middle of the blanket and lay on her back, my heart sank. It was really happening. The blonde girl raised her hips and pulled her leggings and panties over her hips and down her knees.

Instead of shouting ‘fuck this’ and bolting away, Ashley continued to crawl toward the other girl on her hands and knees. My twin sister settled herself between Geraldine’s spread legs and pulled the leggings all the way down to her ankles.

Tears filled my eyes, and sorrow made my shoulders sag. Instead of swimming across the pond and getting us both out of this mess, Ashley had chosen to orally pleasure two detestable girls and had left me to suffer a penalty. I turned my eyes to the cloudless, indigo sky, wondering if Mom and Dad could see this.

The girls crowded around the blanket in silence, and the sounds of licking and slurping mingled in the breeze. The wind blew across my face, chilling the wet tracks of tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

Geraldine moaned. “Oh, fuck, Ashley!”

“Your sister’s a multi-purpose whore,” Bianca whispered into my ear. “Do you know that?”

I closed my eyes. They could force my head in any direction they wanted, but they wouldn’t force me to watch.

Bianca gave my hair a vicious tug. “When we’ve finished with that charity cunt, she’ll want to fall down a ditch, just like you will.”

A shudder ran down my spine. I had been right. Right that these girls wouldn’t accept Ashely into their group. They were just making her jump through ridiculous hoops before they told her the truth. It was another form of pull-a-pig.

“What’s that?” Bianca whispered. “Why do we hate you so much? Girls like you exist to make us look good. You’re fat sows… Grunts to keep the system going to support us elites. Stick with your own kind and leave the wealthy heirs to those more deserving.”

Bianca continued her hateful tirade and even accused me of flaunting my virginity to get male attention. While she didn’t mention trashing my room, there was no doubt in my mind that she had broken Mom’s portrait and straightened up my room.

For several minutes, Geraldine’s moans filled the air, as did the other girls’ excited chatter. She screamed out her climax, and my stomach spasmed with dread. Bianca shoved me down onto the ground and took Geraldine’s place on the picnic blanket. I stole a glance. Geraldine knelt at Bianca’s head, holding down her friend’s shoulders and cheering Ashley on. I would have wriggled upright and hopped away if it wasn’t for the two girls still holding me by the hair.

After a few minutes, Bianca let out a shuddering moan that made my gooseflesh tighten. She adjusted herself and stood. My entire body shivered with both cold and dread and disgust, and my gaze darted to the girls holding champagne magnums.

“Well done!” She helped Ashley to her feet. “That was fantastic.”

Bianca looped her arm through Ashely’s on the left, and Geraldine looped her arm through Ashley’s right. My heart galloped a frantic beat, and my breaths came in shallow pants. I wouldn’t drink from those bottles… No matter what.

Someone untied the ball gag, and I coughed and spat out a mouthful of saliva. “Wait!”