The Newbie's Prize

“Not as much as you, fatty,” Janet retorted, using her free hand to give Rachel several punitive spanks. “Fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty!” She laughed, watching as Rachelâ€s already-red butt reddened even more. The little drawings she had made on the girlâ€s smooth cheeks were still very visible, but they seemed of almost secondary importance to that lovely crimson hue.

While the one hand was giving Racy Tracy a few extra spanks, the other hand continued to work its way inside of her butt. her fingers were entirely inside of the hole, now, and the Native American girl would not stop there. She slowly but surely began squeezing the rest of her hand inside the redheadâ€s seemingly elastic asshole, giggling as she felt the girlâ€s struggles and heard her loud moans.

Rachel moaned loudly as the fist fully stuffed her pucker. The slaps and chants were almost drowned out by her ecstatic cries of joy. "Ooooooh gawd Janet! Yes! YES! I'm a fat little stuck girl, make me your bitch!" she screamed, squirming in the hole. A small corner of her mind that hadn't been lost to the carnel pleasure wondered-she was so tight, would Janet's hand get stuck?

“With pleasure,” Janet purred in reply, when she was begged by the fat-assed redhead to make her her bitch. With one last little shove, her entire hand was inside of Rachelâ€s rectum, being shook around in there by Racy Tracyâ€s constant shaking, jiggling, and pushing.

“Does that feel good, huh?” the Native American girl asked, beginning to gently and carefully wiggle the fingers of her inserted hand, trying to stimulate Rachelâ€s insides like they had never been stimulated before. “You are really enjoying this, arenâ€t you, Tracy? I may just never take my hand out of there, just because itâ€s so fun to watch you squirm and beg.”

What she didnâ€t think of, of course, was what would happen if she couldnâ€t take her hand out—if it got stuck…

Rachel drooled as the fist filled her confines. "Oh Janet..." she moaned. With a giggle, she tried to pull herself together. "Bu...but if you don't take it out, I'll never get out, and then I can't be your trophy through the halls." She cooed, wiggling her plugged bum.

Janet laughed as the redhead did her best to pull herself together and suggest that the fist would have to be removed if the rest of their plans were to go through. Janet gave an exaggerated sigh as Rachel wiggled her plugged bottom before replying: “Oh, all right,” she conceded. “I suppose you have a point there, sweetie. If I want to carry you down as my trophy, I guess I will require the use of both of my hands.” With a laugh, she would wiggle her fingers inside of Rachelâ€s rear once more, give her bottom another hard slap with her other hand, and then very slowly, very carefully, she would begin to pull her hand back out of the girlâ€s bum.

Rachel squealed as the fingers wriggled in her hole, which shook from the slap. As Janet started pulled, the redhead began a long, drawn out moan. "Ooooooh..." she breathed, her eyes rolling in her head as the large fist slid back. Suddenly it stopped. After a few seconds, Rachel giggled. "Janet...you can keep going ya know..."

Janet grinned as she heard Rachel give another moan. Slowly, she worked her slim wrist out of the girlâ€s pooper, then began sliding the rest of her hand carefully back and forth, trying to pull it through a sphincter obviously meant to handle much smaller objects than it. She got about an inch of her hand out of the redheadâ€s butt before she came to the first little bit of trouble. Her hand stuck. She pulled gently, then a little harder, then harder still, but it would not budge. When Rachel told her she could keep going, Janet laughed sheepishly.

“Well, you know, Tracy, I would,” she said, “if my hand wasnâ€t stuck right now. Donâ€t worry, though! Give me a minute to figure this out and everythingâ€ll be fine.”

Rachel blinked. "It's....stuck?" She echoed, not fully processing what Janet had said. She wiggled her bum and moaned at the tugs. "Whaddaya mean it's stuck?"

Rachel seemed to begin to panic when Janet told her that her fist was stuck up her butt, wiggling and moaning, which made it awfully difficult for the Lakota girl to concentrate on extricating the appendage from the sphincter which held it tight. “Aah! Hey! Whoa, girl!” she called out, giving Rachel a hard slap on the bum to try to force her to keep still. “Stop it! Stop moving so that I can get it out!”

She would use her free hand to press down hard on Racy Tracyâ€s back, trying to force the redhead to keep still, as if the girl was an unruly animal. Meanwhile, she would keep tugging harder and harder on her hand, wiggling it back and forth, changing the shape of it slightly to try to find a better way to slide it out of the redheadâ€s poop chute.

Rachel squeaked at the slap. "Hey! Tha-...aahhh...oooh god...." she moaned at Janet's wiggling in her ass. She smiled and feel forward, in pleasure and exhaustion, as she felt the Lakota's hand slowly slide back and out. The redhead twisted in her prison, seemingly oblivious to the situation at hand. "Ahhh...tra-try pushing with one foot!" she gasped.