As with the previous parts and story, this wouldn't exist without the amazing content of the lovely Synful Mistress/Mistress Everlynn/Synful420B. If you like these stories you'll love her just as much as I do <3
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The moans of pleasure rising up from beneath her grew louder with every passing second, perfectly matching the rhythm of the vibrations from the wand pressed against the woman's aching, needy clit, as well as the plug buzzing deep in her ass. Both toys doing their devilish work on the pathetic little bitch whose face was currently pressed against Mistress Syn's drenched, panty-covered pussy.
If only all group projects could go so well. But then, her latest conquest had brought this all on herself.
Cynthia was scarcely halfway through her first semester of med school, and already she'd managed to make an enemy. Well, maybe that wasn't the right term. But she had crossed paths with someone who rubbed her the wrong way.
Madison was everything Syn wasn't- bubbly, blonde, preppy and bitchy. Not that she couldn't be a major bitch herself if she wanted to- as her newfound Trinkets could certainly attest, but this woman? She was something else entirely. Madison was the sort of person who seemed to go out of her way to antagonize anyone who wasn't her.
More than once she'd cut off other students and even the professor mid-lecture, talked down to them for simply asking questions or trying to teach. And her snide attitude made things worse. She was a know-it-all Queen Bee who hadn't realized she'd left the hive of high school behind a long time ago.
The thing was, if she'd simply left her alone, Syn wouldn't have paid her any mind. Annoying as the other woman was- and she was, her actions weren't Syn's concern. But then Madison decided to make Syn her next target, and that was her first mistake. One Fall afternoon, in the middle of the day's lecture, she cut their professor off mid-lesson to comment on Syn's choice of attire.
Now, compared to what she usually wore, Mistress Syn was dressed fairly conservatively. A pair of black and white Converse, black fishnets beneath a modest plaid skirt, and a black and red top that showed off the bare minimum of her ample cleavage. Her make-up wasn't even all that demonic for once.
Sure, she still stood out compared to many others in the room, but she wasn't actively trying to do anything but be comfortable.
Madison seemed to disagree.
"I'm sorry, but is no one here going to say anything about the slut in the third row?"
The lecture came to a screeching halt and everyone looked at Madison, then at Syn- the latter of whom simply turned her attention to the other woman and glared. Normally that would have been more than enough to stop things in their tracks, but it seemed this one wasn't as easy to scare as the rest. Rather than back down, Madison doubled down. "We're here to learn how to help people, not fuck them."
Syn put her pencil down, looked to their professor- who didn't seem to know what to do or say about the situation, just like every other time Madison had seen fit to open her big mouth and sighed. Then, without a second thought, she returned her glare to the other woman and simply said:
"At least one of us knows what it's like to get fucked."
Within seconds the normally sedate med school classroom devolved into chaos, with the other students either shouting their approval or their disdain or simply hooting and hollering at the two women like drunken hooligans. All the while, Madison stood there with her mouth open and her eyes filled with rage, yet she couldn't think of a single thing to say in response to Syn's retort.
After a few moments, their professor managed to regain control, but the die had been cast, and Madison and Syn had marked one another as an enemy.
More trading of barbs followed, with Madison sniping at Syn whenever she could both in class and on campus, and Syn fighting back with words the other couldn't hope to match. It seemed that wherever she came from, snide and bitchy remarks were the only ammunition she'd needed, but those were child's play to Syn. She took it all and gave it back in kind.
Yet fun as it all was, the utter foolishness of Madison's continued failed insults grated on Syn. More than once she'd taken out her frustrations on one of her newfound Trinkets, but oddly enough, felt a little bad doing so. While they certainly deserved plenty of 'lessons' from her, neither of them was the one making that particular lecture intolerable.
Madison was.
If anyone deserved punishment, it was her.
And almost as if the universe agreed with her, it responded with the perfect opportunity.
A few weeks after all of this had started, their professor announced a research assignment, one which was to be done in pairs. And though the choice of partners was seemingly chosen at random, Syn swore the fickle finger of fate had smiled upon her, seeing as it decided to put her and Madison together, much to the latter's dismay. Perfect.
Once the lecture ended, Syn approached her foe with a fake smile. "Look, you and I clearly don't get along, but how about we bury the hatchet and get this done?"
Madison gave an insincere one of her own. "Sure... But don't expect me to go easy on you."
Syn grinned. She certainly had no intention of going easy on the other woman.
They agreed to do the research part separately- each one having their own way of doing things, then meet up to write the actual paper later that week. Syn 'generously' invited Madison to her dorm for that section, and she'd begrudgingly accepted. The trap was set, and Syn honestly couldn't wait for it to spring.
The thing was, if Madison had simply shown up, sat down and worked on the paper with her, Syn may have let things slide. She wasn't unreasonable after all and was far more interested in her studies than some bitchy classmate. But the moment the other woman stepped into her dorm, that mouth of hers opened up and continued with the same unwarranted commentary that had got her into this mess.
"Wow, what a dump."
Syn looked at her as they stood in the doorway of her dorm, Madison's gaze taking in the purple fairy lights, framed horror prints and band posters. Her prim and proper attire- white shirt and black flower-covered leggings, contrasted with it as well as Syn's usual Gothic schoolgirl look, and the judgment in her eyes was palpable.
"It suits you perfectly."
Before Madison could speak another word, Mistress Syn knew what needed to be done.