Their Straight-A Student

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."