Their Straight-A Student (2 page)

She looked away, refusing to acknowledge him as her mind snapped shut against the barrage of embarrassment. Denial was her best weapon she thought, and so she tried hard not to think about the rubber cock lodged on her tongue, invasive and unyielding. Now that her panties were down around her knees, Clayton snapped another picture, which sent her into renewed screams and struggles. 

"Oh, that's going to come out lovely," Clayton said, snapping another of her nipples and another of her bare pussy, commenting on the length and density of the dark hair between her legs. "Your pussy is as juicy and delicious as I remember it," Clayton said. "It just begs to be fucked…" 

"You want me to take the gag off?" Brad asked, and she nodded her head slowly. 

Clayton interjected, "Then you have to answer a question for us. It's not a hard question, but it has to be an honest answer. And you don't want to try to trick us Melanie, especially not in a situation like this. Were you fantasizing about me when you were fucking yourself in the stacks?"

She shook her head vigorously and spitefully. 

He grinned. "But you've masturbated thinking about me before on other occasions haven't you? You've definitely missed being plowed by my big black cock." 

He seemed gratified by the shock in her eyes. 

Brad let the humiliation sink in as he slowly tugged at her nipples. "Answer his question Melanie. Answer the question and I'll take out the gag."

With a choking sob, Melanie nodded her head. 

Clayton liked that answer.

Strangely, Brad seemed to savor it, too. He reached behind her head as he told her, "If you scream, not only will the gag go back on, but no one will hear you anyhow. So don't make us angry." He then gently removed the gag from her mouth, sliding the cock out from between her lips, groaning as he watched it come out. He had to slide it back in and out a few times before withdrawing it completely. "Good girl," Brad said, sliding her panties back up onto her hips and giving her encouragement that her ordeal might be at an end. He massaged her jaw a bit, both to comfort her, she assumed, and to be able to shut her up if she did scream. "Now then, let's discuss your situation. We're going to play with you tonight, and use you, and take everything from you. And you're going to like it. What's more, you're going to hate us for making you love it."

That's when Clayton broke in with, "You'll want to disobey, but you'll find you can't. We have all these pictures to keep you in line. Just think. You can be a porn star. But we won't need the pictures. Because what's going to amaze you, is that you're going to come back to us over and over for more. Tonight's just the first time we'll get to fuck you. You'll be begging us after tonight." 

Melanie didn't move or say anything because she was sure it was true. No one had ever had the courage to treat her the way she wanted to be treated, so she stayed very still and clamped her legs shut. 

Brad added, "These panties match your bra. My sister once told me that no woman ever bothered to match her panties and bra unless she wanted to get fucked. Is that true Melanie? Who did you want to fuck you tonight?"

She gave no answer and stared stonily ahead. 

That seemed to discourage Brad, but not Clayton. He came over, wiped her hair out of her face and took the scissors from his friend. "These panties aren't quite to my liking. Not yet." With that, he lowered the scissors between her legs and looked up at her earnestly, "As long as you stay still, you won't get hurt."

This broke her stony reserve. She bit her lower lip, nodded and whimpered. He took the scissors and, to her amazement, carefully cut along the crotch so that they exposed her pussy while still staying attached. When he was done with his handiwork he looked satisfied, and held up the cut up sticky crotch to her lips. 

"Lick it, girl," Clayton demanded, and she did, afraid that he'd gag her again if she disobeyed. He set the fabric piece aside, stood up, and looked at her. "Now that's a set of underwear I appreciate much better, and whenever I summon you to my room for a fucking, that's what you're going to wear. This slutty bra and your crotchless panties. Of course, you'll wear whatever Brad wants you to wear when you service his cock…"

"I'd rather she come to me naked," Brad said. 

Melanie tried to make herself look angry and defiant, but she was wildly excited. She couldn't have written the script better. She was loving the way they treated her and enjoying herself almost too much to resist.

Clayton took more pictures of her. She kept trying to look away, so he walked up to her, held her back by the hair, and took several pictures of her face and several pictures of him fucking the gag prick in and out of her mouth. "This cock is ours, and therefore, it owns you. You treat it with respect," Clayton demanded, and she seemed to shrink farther down onto the ground. But she stopped biting. 

While Clayton took pictures, Brad rummaged around in his bag and found a toy, which was nothing Melanie had ever seen before. Though one could not categorize her as being cooperative when he strapped it onto her, neither did she fight and struggle, if only from her sense of complete confusion about the toy. Brad stood over her with the remote in his hand. He made sure that the little probes were right on her clit and then said, "This Melanie, is a ladybug, and it's going to vibrate your clit and make you crazy. It'll be kind of like how you masturbated today but didn't cum. Did you do that to torture yourself? Why did you stop?"

She said hoarsely, "Because I didn't want to get caught, and because I hadn't realized what I was doing."

Clayton laughed cruelly, "You masturbate accidentally Melanie? You're a bigger slut than we thought you were." With that, Brad turned up the dial and she started to squirm and murmur with surprise at the sensations. "That's going to feel very good, and it's going to bring you oh so close to the brink, and you're going to need an orgasm so bad that you're going to beg." 

She shook her head in defiance, "No I won't."

"Yes you will. Whenever you get called a filthy name, I'll turn it up, and whenever you beg or say a dirty word, I'll turn it up even more for you." 

Melanie glared as her hips arched against her will. "Fuck you!" she said, and then was rewarded with a strong burst of vibration that made her cry out. 

"Not quite what I had in mind," Brad said, clearly on a mission to erase her image of him as a nice guy. "But you're at least on the right track. That's the kind of language that whores use." 

A sheen of perspiration broke out over her forehead as she fought against the stimulation. 

"That's very intense isn't it?" Clayton asked her and she admitted it. "Now, I know you'd like to study for your test and beat my score, am I right? So let's make the rules more explicit. You won't be going home until Brad makes you come, and you won't come until you beg for it."

Brad the ladybug up to medium, and watched her writhe against it, deny it, and then writhe against it again. "Someday you'll be well trained enough that either one of us will tell you to come and you'll do it on command. For today, we'll satisfy ourselves with not letting you come until we say so."

Clayton unzipped his pants, pulled them off, and his cock sprang free. It was as big, black, and glistening as she remembered it. She'd always hoped that he'd use it to open her up, roughly. But he'd always been tender and gentle. That was over now,
thank god
.

He got down on the ground next to her, starting to pull roughly on her nipples, until he felt her sliding into arousal under him, her hips now openly arching as she rubbed her pussy against the butterfly. "You're a beautiful cunt and a great cocksucker," said Clayton, getting himself wet between her lips, before sliding his cock between her legs. Brad turned up the vibrator for her pleasure for every bad name Clayton called her until she was shaking and whimpering and squirming all over the concrete underneath Clayton in abandon. 

She was close and they both knew it. 

Clayton grinned wide. "Just a little more is all you need Melanie, beg for it. If you beg me to fuck you, I will."

She shook her head no, over and over again, even as she began to beg, "Oh god, please!"

She was rewarded with the vibrator being turned off completely. 

"Nooo noooo," she said furious. 

"You didn't beg properly, Mel," Brad said, toying again with the remote. "I told you that you have to talk how a whore talks, and that you get rewarded for dirty words and for begging. This unspecified
please
shit isn't going to fly. You knew it wouldn't. But that's all right. I understand. You need to push your boundaries. All people being taken need to do that."

The two men exchanged a look, and Clayton's hands grasped her tight as he shoved into her. Melanie cried out with pleasure as the thickness of his tool stretched her. She might have climaxed right then and there, but Clayton grunted in her ear, "You're going to learn new boundaries, girl. There's a consequence for not doing what you're supposed to do. And you're going to get off on my cock…the cock you begged me to fuck you with." 

Melanie stared at the wall, struggling to push him off, in the hopes he'd fuck her harder. "Why do you fight me even now? You know I'm going to win. Or is that it Melanie? Do you just need to be conquered over and over again and reminded of your place? I can do that," Clayton said, squeezing her nipples so hard she screamed. 

He banged her hard into the floor, grinding her down, splitting her open, until finally, she whimpered. "All right, all right, I'll be good."

"Good, spread your legs wider so you can take it properly."

She did it; she spread her legs as far as she could and squealed as her breasts bounced. She loved the look of his black hands on her white skin, their contrast arousing her anew as he finally fucked her the way she always wanted him to. Hard. Really hard. "That's it baby. That's it. You can come if you beg us nicely. Say:
Only sluts masturbate in public places.
" 

Melanie closed her eyes, and repeated in a trembling voice, "Only sluts masturbate in public places."

Brad rewarded her by turning up the butterfly for a few seconds, which caused her to buck under her black lover. Clayton grunted as he stroked into her, asking, "And what do sluts need, Melanie?"

Melanie offered tentatively in a tiny voice, "To be fucked?" 

The answer seemed to please Brad. "Sluts need to come Melanie, but sluts also need to be owned. You've fought us hard. You can give in. You don't have to struggle anymore Melanie. Anyone would crack by now... you can break. Let it go. Give it to us. You want to give it to us, and we'll take it. You don't have to fight so hard anymore. You must be exhausted. Just let it go. Do it," he said soothingly. "No one could blame you. You've fought so much harder than you had to. It's not your fault. You can't help it. You can give in now."

She let go at once, moaning openly, fucking Clayton back, whimpering and finally begging. "Please let me come, please fuck me and let me come like a slut on the floor please, please! Make me come. I need to. I'm so close."

Clayton rammed his huge cock all the way in. "Yeah, baby. Come on my cock, Melanie."

She responded to his voice and her face crumpled with the strain of the waves of tense orgasm that flowed over her. She clamped down, her muscles clenched in an iron grip as she writhed under his hard body. She screeched as her climax ripped its way through her. "Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck your whore," she said, climaxing hard until it made her small. 

Small, and clingy in his arms. 

"Oh that was beautiful Melanie," Brad said. "The photos don't do you justice, but I got a video and the audio of you begging will be very useful."

He seemed surprised when she didn't react with anything but a small sob. 

"Now you want come again don't you?" Clayton asked her, and seemed astonished that she admitted it right away. She didn't fight him at all, too dazed to know what he was doing, as he rolled onto his back, and made her straddle him.

Brad moved behind her, and she realized that he meant to fuck her too. "You wouldn't let me in your pussy before, Melanie, so now I'm going to spurt up your asshole and give you a load to take home."

Having already pulled down the raggedy panties that he'd cut a crotch hole in, and spread her ass cheeks. "We want you to feel impossibly full and used. Whores like two cocks in them at the same time, Melanie," he insisted and started to press into her ass, tight and compressed as it was. 

She'd never had anal sex before, and it scared her. She pleaded and begged but he was too hard by now, but he had to have her, and he had to have her this way. His cock head popped past her sphincter and made her scream.

"Don't worry slut," he grunted as he sank into her tight asshole. "You'll get to come again. It won't hurt as much either if you do."

He turned the ladybug back on and Melanie felt her body respond.

"My god, I love your sweet ass," Brad said, and she felt both cocks deep inside her. "Sorry, slut. Whether or not you enjoyed it was beyond my comprehension for a second, as I was lost in the reverie of fucking your squirming struggling ass."

His strokes were slow and painful for her, but Melanie quickly realized that the toy was her salvation. If she could reach orgasm again, the searing pain would stop and so she pumped down onto the vibrating toy while he fucked her, and his rhythm increased. "That's it. Let it go. You're going to milk Clay's prick buried in your cunt. You're so tight and perfect; I'm going to take you in this hole every time we meet. With something. A plug. My cock. My fingers. Just know that your ass is going to be used every time you see me, and now I'm going to claim it as mine."

With that, he grunted and let the zipper of his pants scratch her skin as he pumped spurt after spurt of gooey semen into her ass. The feel of the warm ejaculate sent her over the edge. And her screaming orgasm set Clay off. 

They both held her by the hair while she screamed out in intense pleasure at how filled she was. And Clay filled her pussy with a load of cream that bathed her insides, pump after pump.