There Are No Bad Girls Pt 02

A girl walked along freezing streets.

"Fucking stupid old creep."

She wore a school uniform and carried a heavy bag over her shoulder.

"Fucking dumb bitch nerd loser."

She glared at the cold wind that whipped her blonde hair away from her face as though it had personally insulted her.

"Fucking cunt-ass mind control bullshit."

She had two spare sets of panties stuffed into the bottom of her bag. Her nipples were rough against the fabric of her bra and her groin was a molten cauldron of heat and moisture, an ever-present roar of need in the back of her mind.

Madison Haliwell took a moment to contemplate her circumstances.

Four months. Four months since she'd made her agreement with Mister Taylor; four months since her last orgasm; four

fucking

months of her body hovering right on the cusp- of relief.

She wondered if this was what it was like being a guy and a virgin. If so, she probably shouldn't have made so much fun at them-

Eh, who was she kidding. She'd probably double right the fuck down once this was all done.

She strode through the gates of the school, her cunt ablaze, her shoes kicking away the last rotting remnants of the fallen autumn leaves. She growled and shoved her way through the gathered students-

-only to stop a hair's breadth in front of Lisa. The voluptuous black-skinned girl turned and cooly nodded in her direction. "Madison."

"Lisa."

"History class today."

"Yeah." Madison paused. "Test results back."

"Yeah."

The two girls held each other's gaze. Then Lisa said, "I talked to Mister Taylor about it."

"And?"

"He said," Lisa seemed to be tasting every word like it was ice-cream, "that you're 'greatly improved.' 'Greatly improved.' Aren't you proud?"

Madison had a lot of things to say about that, most of them involving her fists, but she had a plan. And the plan did not involve ultraviolence, even against Lisa. So she settled for, "Getting afraid?"

"Guess we'll find out later." And with one last arrogant fuck-off smirk, she brushed past Madison, her big soft tits bumping against her arm.

Madison closed her eyes and counted to ten. She'd seen people do that in the movies when they wanted to calm down. With Madison it just gave her time to think about how angry she should be and what she'd like to do to the

smug tart

.

She turned to watch her nemesis vanish into the crowd. She briefly wondered if the dark-skinned girl was wearing some sort of bondage kit. Maybe one of those vibrating panties or a butt-plug or something. Or a chastity belt. She contemplated what Lisa would look like in a chastity belt and if there was any way for Madison to steal the key-

"Hey."

She turned to see Tanya smiling at her. Madison scowled back. "Hey."

"You mooning after your girlfriend again?"

"She's a cunt," replied Madison. "Anyway, I'm going to fuck her up today."

Tanya's smiled the smile of a predator who smelt blood in the air. "Go on."

"I..." Madison almost said

I'm going to ace my history check so I can steal her orgasm

but managed to stop herself. "Just you wait."

"Seems to me you haven't been doing shit to her." Tanya's smile shifted infinitesimally. "Seems to me, you've been doing shit all but staring at her all day every day." She took a step closer. "Sure you're not really a dyke?"

That was the problem with predators. They didn't care who's blood it was in the air.

Madison gave Tanya her best scowl but the other girl was unfazed. She settled on, "Why don't you ask Tom?"

Cue the big muscular arm wrapping around her shoulders and her boyfriend pressing up against her. "What?"

"Tanya here thinks I'm a dyke."

"Cool. Wanna do a threesome?"

Madison groaned and punched his arm. She walked away to class, while a despairing, "Is that a no?" echoed behind her.

***

"Good Girl."

Madison closed her eyes. She took in a deep breath.

She managed, by sheer force of will, to not scream.

When she trusted herself she opened her eyes to see Lisa practically glowing. She swore the girl was floating in her chair. Of course she would- she was on a one-way ticket to orgasmville, wasn't she? While Madison spent another month- a

whole fucking month

- simmering. She was done simmering. She was shocked, honestly, at this point that she hadn't burnt out; that her pussy hadn't overloaded or exploded or turned into a wizened mass of jerky. Instead she was forever juiced up, her body temperature just short of feverish, her nipples like two fucking diamonds that rubbed against anything- her softest bras, her thinnest shirts- until they were chafed and raw...

"And to Madison..."

Her head jolted up, eyes wide. Would he take pity on her? Would he reveal that they were tied, or she'd somehow managed to get a better score than her? Would she finally be able to-

"An excellent improvement. You're closing the gap, I see."

Madison waited, her body cramping in agony, for the words

Good Girl

to spill from the old man's lips. Instead he just turned and said, "Now as to our current material, I want you to-"

She'd tried. Really, really tried. She'd done her own research- not just Wikipedia and YouTube, even. She'd cross-referenced documents, used the right structure... she hadn't even used ChatGPT. Well, not much, anyway.

And she'd still lost.

She bit back a howl of misery and rage as the wretched old man continued to spill nonsense from his mouth.

***

She tracked him down after the class had ended. He was in another classroom, typing up notes on his laptop. She sat down across from him and said, "What the fuck was wrong with my paper?

The old cunt smiled at her; a sweet, fatherly smile that made her want to ram a broken bottle into his face. "Nothing. It was a very good paper."

"Then why the

fuck

is that slut-bitch hogging all the 'Good Girls'?" She folded her arms. "Four months, I've been dancing to your twisted little tune. Four months. I'm going to explode if I don't get a win. So what is she doing that I'm not?"

Taylor sighed. "I can sense that you're vexed-"

"

Vexed

. Okay, nice word, would have gone with 'murderous rage' meself but fine, let's run with '

vexed

'. Yeah, I'm 'vexed'."

Taylor sighed again- was he having some sort of lung problem? And then he said, "For what it is worth, I felt that your paper was excellent."

Madison's eyes narrowed as she waited for the obvious trap. "Excellent."

"Yes. Its investigations into the socio-economic causes for the political meltdown during the seventies was well-researched and- perhaps more importantly- inspired. It was clear that you weren't just parroting information but taking on new interpretations of the existing sources."

Madison nodded, feeling vaguely ill about receiving academic praise. "So?"

"So?"

"Make with the hypnotic code-words already! Give me permission to..." She glanced around the room, "you fucking know what."

Taylor said, "I would like to point out two things."

"Are these two things 'good' and 'girl'?"

He ignored her. "Firstly, you've been seeing an improvement, haven't you? I mean, with your studies overall. And not just in my class. All of your grades have shown remarkable improvement. We are a quarter of the way through the year and your marks... at this stage, you have every possibility of securing the scores necessary to enter university. Doesn't that excite you?"

"Yeah, that's exciting. You know what's even more exciting? Orgasms. Nice big fuck-off orgasms. Gimme."

"Would you have ever pushed yourself if you didn't have this encouragement?"

"That's a funny word for

torture

."

"Do you really want to go back? To aimlessly slouching through life?"

"That's a real nice philosophy. Pity I'm only doing this because you forced me to."

"I would remind you that you agreed to this in order to avoid punishment. Very well, I can see that you are hardly a convert to my way of thinking. Which brings me to my second point."

"Which is..."

"Miss Bankole scored slightly higher on the paper than you did. Very slightly. In fact, I would say that the matter was almost tied. However it was the other factors that tipped the balance in her favor."

"What other fucking factors?"

"Factors such as comportment, good behavior, extracurricular activities-"

"Fuck that!"

"-and a tendency not to swear her head off when things don't go her way."

"F- f- f- f-" Madison jammed her fist into her mouth and screamed into her knuckles. She slumped onto the chair and kicked wildly. Finally she levelled her glare at Taylor. "How the f- how the sh- how the

heck

am I meant to compare with that b- that sl- that, that-" She slumped, defeated.

Taylor, for what it's worth, managed to look sympathetic. "I appreciate that you are being introduced to new ways of thinking at quite a rapid pace. But I still think that this is going to be productive overall. Listen... I might be willing to make an... allowance."

Madison's head jerked up. "What?"

"Give me some sort of evidence of good behavior. A new hobby, a good deed done... keep up your academic record and I might consider your improvement to be its own sort of victory."

"And then..."

"And then you will hear the words you so badly want to hear."

Madison licked her lips. "Would a blowjob count?"

"No."

She leant forward. One of her hands reached over to clasp his knee. "Are you sure?" She breathed the next words. "Are you absolutely sure that you can't help me?" She reached out with her other hand to toy with the hem of his shirt. "You know how horny I am, after all." Her voice dropped to a purr. "I'm always wet. Always ready. You wouldn't believe the sorts of things I fantasize about at night... or during your classes... what I'd be prepared to do just to get some relief."

"I would prefer that you do good deeds."

She breathed into his ear. "Call it a service to the elderly, then."

Taylor coughed and looked away. "Miss... Miss Haliwell, please do not make me regret my decision."

"Eh." Madison got up and stretched. "Offer's still open."

"Go."

"Fine." She turned and walked away, rolling her hips. "Your loss."

***

Madison slammed her front door behind her. "I'm home!" She stomped into the kitchen. "Dinner?"

"Hello, Mother," Mum said in that tone of hers, "How was your day? It was fine, thank you very much."

Madison grunted. She hefted her bag. "Gowing upstairs to study."

"That is good to hear. Dinner's in an hour."

"Where's the cripple?"

"

Dan

is currently off at his new job."

"Really? Who'd take a cripple like him?"

"Don't." Mum's tone was enough to make Madison at least pause, if not apologize. "It's a desk job. He can stand up to do it to, so his back should be alright."

"Right." Madison opened her mouth to say something but paused. "Good."

"Good?" Mum's eyes narrowed.

"Good for him," Madison said carefully, exploring new territory. "A solid job for a solid day's wage. Self, you know, determination and all that sh- all that stuff." Another thought struck her. "Want some help with dinner?"

Mum's suspicious look turned downright paranoid. "No. Thank you, but... maybe just study? I heard you're doing better in your tests."

Madison's scowled. "Not good enough."

***

Madison collapsed onto her bed. She closed her eyes. A moment's reflection was all that was needed for the ache between her legs to re-assert itself, an eternal itch that could never be scratched. She groaned and thumped her fists against her bedspread.

She'd been so close! So fucking close! She'd studied and written and reworked and edited and all it got her was

well done but do better next time

. Four months of studying until her brain ached, four months of reading and editing until she was a hairs-breath away from exploding, four months of dancing on the razor-thin edge between need and satiety...

She was going to go mad. She was going to fucking snap and kill Taylor and rant about mind controlled orgasms while they dragged her away, hands still bloody.

She got up. Another month before she had another opportunity. Another month of furious study, of nights spent buried in books or in front of her notepad instead of going out there and having fun-

Although, some secret and deeply-loathed part of her added, that it was weird, how good it felt to hover on the edge for hours on end; the way that the agony of need was its own sort of sweetness, the way she studied, her brain racing, her hands down her pants, slithering and sliding over her pussy-lips, for hours and hours, the pleasure stretching into infinity-

Not that-

Not that, you know-

Not that she was

enjoying

it or anything. Not like that weirdo fetish wannabe slut-

There was a ding on her phone and she groaned. Speak of the dyke and she shall appear.

Painslut: Guess what I'm doing right now?

Madison grit her teeth.

Painslut: Taking it slow this time.

Her hands balled into fists.

Painslut: Really draw it out, you know?

Her fingernails dug into her palms hard enough to draw blood.

Painslut: But I guess you know all about that.

Her breath came out in sharp, rasping breaths.

Painslut: Here's an inspirational video for you to enjoy.

A few seconds later a media file arrived.

Madison did her best. She really, really did. But her treacherous, traitorous finger moved over the download option and pressed down.

Lisa stared back at her. She was naked apart from some sort of garter belt that bit into the flesh of her right thigh and- holy shit, she was wearing nipple clamps. Madison's throat went dry as she watched the voluptuous black girl's body begin to undulate in time to her questing fingers. The girl stared straight into the camera and licked her lips, her pink tongue appearing in stark contrast to her dark skin. Her eyes were lidded, her gaze scorching hot and spiteful cold all at the same time. Her fingers were a blur between her thick thighs, massaging, rubbing, caressing in an ever-shifting pattern.

"Look at me," she breathed. "Wish you were me? Wish this was you? Tough luck. I'll be his good girl," she breathed out like a curse, like an invocation, "I'm the one who gets to see stars. Keep on watching and wishing, you mean bitch. Keep on wishing you were me."

And then her words vanished, lost in a panting, moaning mass as her busy fingers sped up. They disappeared up the knuckle inside her sopping pussy, desire soaking her hand up to her wrist as her body tensed. Her tits heaved with each breath, her soft stomach tensing and expanding, and the sinuous movement was hypnotic. Her nipple clamps gleamed in the light as Lisa's whole body moved in a pattern that began to speed up, bit by bit, until her fingers were a blur and her tits shook with each motion and then she bent over double, her boobs pressing down against her bed-sheets and she clamped her fingers over her mouth and then-

Her body trembled; slow at first until at last she shook like a tree in a hurricane, a strangled shriek spilling from her throat, hips convulsing and twitching around her fingers. She stared, wide eyed, into the camera and Madison could see the spark of humanity vanish underneath endless pleasure; vanish and then slowly reappear bit by bit as the orgasm receded and Lisa came back to herself.

She shakily smiled into the camera and said in a ragged voice, "See you next month."

And then she reached out, wet fingers closing around her phone to end the recording.

Madison lay back. She got up and paced around the room. She punched the door. She flung herself onto the bed and screamed into her pillow.

Then she unzipped her uniform, flung herself onto the bed and opened up her phone. She rewound the media file to the start.

One hand slid into her sopping panties. A finger quested around the edges of her lower lips, touching, exploring, stimulating. Caressing.

She pressed play. Her lips curled into a cold sneer, even as her fingers moved to press against her clit in slow, gentle circles.

That will be me next month. Count on it, you smug bitch.

She was still watching the file on repeat when Mum called her down for dinner.

***

"So you'll be sorting out the new arrivals."

Madison stifled a groan. Ten minutes in and this was already looking like the worst fucking idea of her life.

Jim smiled at her. He was big and fat and friendly in a way that made Madison think of the dumber sort of dogs, the ones that ambled through life like retards on dope. He had a scratchy beard and a sunny attitude that made her want to punch him. "So you just sort out everything that looks good."

Madison crossed her arms. She looked around the charity shop she had- in a fit of intense stupidity- decided to volunteer for.

Volunteer.

She hadn't volunteered for anything her whole life and now that old cunt was making her do

this

.

She grunted and pretended to listen as the fat man waffled on about sorting the good from bad and where to put shit. It sounded dull. It was already dull. She'd go for a couple of weeks, pretend to work and then present her 'selfless charity efforts' to the old cunt as evidence of her brand-new transformation into a helpful and productive member of society blah blah blah. And then she'd get his old cunt seal of approval and then she'd finally be able to quench this constant burning between her legs and

show that stupid big-titted bitch that she was better than her.

"Do you understand?"

"Sure." Madison's eyes flickered to his pants. Yeah, he had a chub down there. Not that she was desperate enough to fuck her boss- what would she even do it for, a raise? - but it was kinda funny. She was probably that first girl in years he had an erection over that wasn't animated.

"Okay," he said, that dumb cow smile still on his face. "I'll be up front. Call me if you need anything, will you?"

"Sure."

He ambled off to the front of the store. Madison sighed and looked at the bundles of ugly-ass clothes, dog-eared romance books and toys even a bored toddler would reject. She opened up one of them and sorted her way through. So this is what helping looked like. No wonder people didn't bother. She began to sort out some grandmother's clothes. She'd just do this for fifteen minutes-

The heat between her legs bloomed like an unfolding flower, so bright and intense that she gasped. She clenched her legs together, a soft moan spilling from her lips. The ache was back, insistent and needy.

She collapsed on a pile of books as she bit her lip and swore under her breath. "Doing good deeds triggers it too? You fucking old cunt."

She glanced at the clock. She was on shift for six hours. Six hours of working while her cunt burned a merry blaze. Six hours of her nipples poking through her shirt, of her legs trembling with every step, with the pressure to just shove off her clothes and masturbate herself into a frenzy rising and rising and rising-

She whimpered and reached for the next box.

During her lunch break she fled to the toilet and watched Lisa's video again.

***

She wasn't addicted, or anything.

"Wish you were me?"

She just- that bitch thought she was so fucking clever.

"Wish this was you?"

She couldn't help herself. She found the time to play the video here and there.

"Tough luck."

During her study breaks, her pussy painful with need. At work, her thighs clenching together in a slow rhythm.

"I'll be his good girl."

At night when she woke to pain and heat between her legs, a tangled mess that made her whimper and moan.

"I'm the one who gets to see stars."

In school, sitting on the toilet. Not touching herself, just letting the throb run through her body in waves. Pain and heat. Hate and lust. When Tom thrust into her sopping cunt she closed her eyes and pictured the video in her head.