There Are No Bad Girls Pt 03

The March air lingered with the cold of Winter as Madison Haliwell walked home.

She hissed with each step, her stance oddly stiff. Her lip quivered and she muttered sharp words under her breath.

She reached home and stepped inside. She shucked off her coat and walked into the living room. "Mum?"

A swift investigation of the house revealed that Mum and the cripple were out. Shrugging, she snatched food from the fridge and made her way upstairs. She sighed and sat down hard on the chair-

"Ow!"

Madison got off the chair, grumbling under her breath. She glared at the offending piece of furniture before shrugging. "F- fudging chair." She paused. "Should have gotten a cushion."

She sighed and pulled off her clothes. She stared at the mirror at her naked body, her buoyant tits, her smooth stomach.

Then she turned around, to stare at her ass- and at the buttplug nestled between her firm cheeks.

She let out a long, slow sigh.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Madison picked up her phone and checked it- for the hundredth hundredth time- for any new messages. She opened up a contact and stared at the previous communications:

DON'T WATCH THE FILE!

IT WASN'T MEANT FOR YOU DON'T OPEN IT

DELETE THAT IMMEDIATELY

Fuck that was a joke don't read anything into it you stupid lezzie

Fine fuck you ignore me at school? Fuck you if you think youre all that bitch

Ignore me? You need a fucking reality check

...the last of which had been sent two months ago.

Madison threw the phone away and lay back on the bed. She closed her eyes and reached down between her pants. Her fingers lightly danced around a pussy that was forever hot and wet and sensitive.

The other moved up to tentatively touch her nipples. Her fingertips touched purple bruises around the edges of her areola and she winced. Too soon. Groaning, she flipped herself over onto her side and reached behind herself to grasp the butt-plug.

One hand gently played with her cunt while the other began to shift the butt-plug around. Madison whimpered as she began to thrust her device into her ass, its brutal plunging motions contrasting with the gentle movement of her fingers against her clit-

There was a chime from her phone and Madison's eyes widened. She nearly fell off the bed as she snatched the phone up. She read the message, her eyes narrowing.

Tanya: Coming to the party tonight?

She paused. Truth be told what Madison wanted- what she was still very much ashamed of wanting to do- was to stay at home and study and then play with herself and then study and then play with herself and then study and then finish the evening off with playing with herself and hurting herself until she had a paingasm and reset the whole thing and then have Lisa call and apologize for

everything

so she could ignore her.

But she was painfully aware that she'd been doing that a lot lately. Not the paingasms- she'd worked those down to once per week- but the other stuff, it was becoming a bit of a concern. No, not concern. A fucking

embarrassment

. She was painfully aware that her newly found enthusiasm for academia was having an effect on her social life- and not a good one.

She pushed those thoughts aside as she picked up the phone and typed back,

Sure.

Then she lay back on the bed and began to play with herself again.

***

Madison wriggled atop Tom's dick.

Their denim-clad hips ground against each other in slow, delicious circles. Around them people talked, gossiped, laughed, snarled, fought, schemed and groped with alcohol fueled abandon. She had a beer in one hand, the other clutching the arm of the couch so hard her knuckles were white. Her breaths came out in long, slow exhales.

Tom's hand was around her waist. He was talking; maybe to her, maybe to Tanya who was curled on the seat next to them. Her friend's eyes were narrowed, her body still like a curious serpent, even as her fingers worked a drum-beat against her bare thighs.

"Well?"

"Mmph" Madison surfaced from her slow sexual torment to blink at Tom. He had a smile that, even through the haze of her arousal, raised red flags.

"Fuck," he said. "She's right. You are such a slut."

Madison snarled even as she continued to grind away against his hard, trouser-clad cock. She said, "You want me to go find some other guy? I didn't hear you complain earlier."

Tom shrugged as though the thought of her being with other guys wasn't a concern. It was Tanya that said in sweet, sugary tones, "I bet you would." She had that look that she'd perfected since puberty; the cold-bitch sneer of a cat ready to play with her latest mouse.

Madison showed her teeth. "Got something to say?"

"Just enjoying the view. Looks familiar."

Madison's eyes narrowed for a half-second. Then she let out a short, sharp breath. She shrugged. "You're always asking me if I'm a dyke. Sounds like I should be asking you."

"Even if I was, I wouldn't be like you. I'd have standards."

"What does that mean?"

There was something ugly in Tanya's expression. "I mean the way you keep trying to be the teacher's pet. Just so you can impress that fat girl. You really forget you're meant to be badass, right? Not sad like them."

"You calling me one of

them

?"

Tanya shrugged and took a pull of her drink. "Just warning you."

"Thanks for the warning." And with that Madison rose, grabbed her boyfriend and dragged him away. They found an unoccupied bedroom and locked the door behind them.

Two minutes later she moaned around Tom's dick. She bobbed back and forth along the hot length of cock in her mouth, grinning up at him. Her clothes lay on the ground around them. His hands were tangled up in her hair, pushing it down, setting the pace; harsh, rough. Forceful. If she choked a little, if tears sprang up in her eyes, well- she had a complicated relationship with pain lately, didn't she? Her hands worked slowly between her legs, careful, light touches; the situation, hot and heavy and rough, was enough to turn her pussy into a cauldron of heat.

This was enough. This was giving her all that she needed. Tom was big and masculine with a glorious cock and she didn't need any

frigid fat lesbian

to enjoy-

"Hey! Dumb bitch! Stop using your teeth!"

She took his cock out of her mouth. "Sorry. Thinking bad thoughts."

"Don't do it again," Tom hissed.

Madison snarled at him and clambered up onto the bed, pushing down her jeans and panties. "Got a 'dom?"

Another ugly grunt from him. "You didn't need a rubber before."

"Want one now," she said. She'd gotten tested after what had happened with Tanya's friends. By some miracle they'd both been clean but the wait in the sterile room, stinking vaguely of cheap cleaning fluid and shame, had spooked her. She'd been pushing for rubbers ever since.

Tom was not a fan. He made a big fuss every time they got together; pouting and snarling like a kid being told he needed to eat his peas if he wanted his pudding. He sat over her, his muscled body tensing and untensing in hunger. "Fuck that. Want you raw." And he reached to pull her legs open.

Madison closed her legs. Well she tried to close her legs but her body- her heated, eager body, always so ready, always so close to release, refused to obey her. Tom grinned that nasty grin of his as he climbed up atop her, pinning her down. "And you know what? Think you'll let me."

Madison pushed back at his grip. "Tom-"

"Shhh." He kissed her, hands gripping her legs hard enough to hurt and the memory- the pain mingling with the pleasure as his heavy body pressed against hers- sent her dazed mind into a spin, made her forget her

nos

, leeched the strength from her body as he took one of her poor abused nipples into his mouth and

bit

. His rough fingers made contact with her cunt and she shrieked, twitching, her body suddenly boiling, the heat inside her radiating and pulsing and swelling as he lined his naked cock with her entrance. He thrust into her and she shrieked again as her body was pushed right to the edge of release- and held there, the pleasure always building, never tipping, a churning, violent hunger that stole her strength and her will even as it demanded more, more

more

from her; demanded what she could not give until she shrieked from the sweet agony of it-

When he finished she could not tell if it was a relief or a curse. He pulled away and got up, chuckling as he sat on the bed. His cock was shrinking, gleaming wet in the half-light and there was something already leaking out from her cunt. He sneered at her. "Such a slut. See? Stop whining."

"You..."

"Fuck, you always go fucking mental when I do you." He laughed. "Madison the retard slut." He got up. "I'm going back to the party. You want something?"

"Why'd you do that?" she managed to say. "Fuck you. I told you to use a rubber."

Her boyfriend stared down at her. Then he shrugged.

"Because I can get away with it, can't I? So why not?"

Madison took in a deep breath, feeling the burn between her legs grow into something else; something darker and meaner.

***

"Things are fine."

Madison showed her teeth to Taylor as the old cunt sat on his chair.

He didn't smile back. It might have been the tone Madison used- the one that, in its own way, reminded him that all of this was his fault and that she wanted fuck-all to do with him and his stupid mind control orgasm denial bullshit, that her cunt was a molten furnace of desperate need, that she had- entirely thanks to the self-denial that she'd put herself through- gone and done a bunch of really stupid things that was now coming to bite her in the ass.

Or it might have been the way that she'd began to stroke her nipples through her shirt while she was talking.

He was trying. The old horny bastard was really trying. His eyes did this thing where they were quite clearly staring at the wall behind her but every few second they'd jump down to where Madison's fingers were flicking her painful little nubs and then he'd do this little flinch and he'd go back to staring past her head. She grinned each time she did it.

"Um, there hasn't been any more..."

"Any more incidences? Actually one or two. Despite the geek sorting me out." She leaned closer. "Don't you want to know what she did to help?"

Taylor's adam's apple did a little dance. "I see that your grades continue to stay high."

Madison shrugged even as she unbuttoned her blouse. The truth of it was it was getting easier. Easier to focus, easier to pick up on stuff, easier to dance her way around the teachers who were frankly relieved that her marks were rising and she was a lot quieter in class.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I'm getting

real

popular with the teachers."

Plenty of the male teachers didn't seem to mind the way she squirmed and sighed during her classes too, or the looks she shot them.

"Please tell me you haven't been-"

"Nah." Madison laughed. "Although for what it's worth? I bet Mister Ardenelle would totally up my grade after a little private tutoring. Just saying."

Taylor looked stricken. "That wasn't what this is about."

"Then you didn't really think this shit through, did you?" Madison laughed. "You know, I've been wondering that. Where did the process come from, anyway? Bit weird that a history teacher had access."

Taylor looked away. "If you must know, it was something from my past. Back when I was working for the government. It was a... different time."

"So the government knows how to make us all into sex freaks? I figured we all would have been sexified by now or sold off as slaves with the Tories in power."

"If you must know I kept the results of my research to myself." He glanced down as Madison resumed her torment of her nipples. "I didn't want such power falling into the wrong hands."

"Right, instead you kept it in the right hands. Which are busy making a pair of hot schoolgirls unable to cum without your permission." Her legs reached out under the desk to rub along his thigh.

He shot up, the erection painfully obvious. "Why do you keep doing this to me? I know that you feel tricked but I haven't taken advantage of you!"

Madison shrugged. "Maybe because I'm still pissed at you for seizing control of my sexuality. Maybe because I'm so horny all the time that I have to burn off all that excess somehow." She rose, bending down to give him a view of her tits before cupping his chin in her hand. "Or maybe... maybe I'm still a bad girl." She rose and walked away, her hips swaying. "Write that up in your fudging study, will you?"

***

"Why didn't you tell him?"

Madison groaned.

Since she'd been turned into some eternally edging academic slut, she'd done a lot of improbably things. Shameful things. Utterly out of character things. And perhaps the stupidest thing she'd done-

"Because," she said to Jim, resting her hands on the charity-shop counter, "he doesn't have to know, doesn't he?"

The big fat loser sighed. "You've told

me

about this."

Madson didn't point out that the main reason she was talking to him- a big, weird man who looked like an overgrown hobbit and stunk of cheap body spray- was because he was so far outside of her social sphere there was little or no chance that he'd talk to anyone else.

Plus, there was that time he'd caught her masturbating in the break room during lunch. She'd managed to not get fired by explaining that she was under hypnotic compulsion and offering to let him watch. He'd taken her up the first time but had started eating his meals at the local chippy after that; what a fucking weirdo.

It was nice, to have someone to explain everything to. Even if he'd had to excuse himself to go to the toilet when she talked about what happened with Lisa. His advice was a bit soggy too, like-

"Why don't you just dump him?"

Madison rolled her eyes. "You don't dump someone like Tom. He's hot."

"He's a jerk to you."

"So? All hot guys are jerks. That's just how they are. You'd know, if you were hot."

He ignored the jibe to say, "It does sounds like you have a lot of chemistry with this Lisa girl."

"It's not chemistry. She just gives me something I need."

"Yeah, some sexy stuff. Isn't that the definition of chemistry?"

Madison snorted. "She hates me."

"Do you hate her?"

"She's a fucking geek."

"That's not answering my question." She glared at him and he said, "Look, you're absolutely right. I've never had your...

problems

when it comes to being attractive. But I do know that you deserve to be with someone who treats you decently." He paused. "So just... next time you have your..." he flushed, "...problem, call whoever you think will be best for you."

Madison snorted. "That's not the way the world works." She rose from the counter. "If you need me I'll be sorting out the new stock-"

"Okay."

"Naked." She grinned as he flushed red. "Come watch if you want."

***

Madison walked through her front door and looked around. "Hey!" she shouted out into the open air.

Dan called out from the kitchen. "Your mum's out."

"Cool." She threw down her books and strolled through the kitchen door. "Any food?"

"I made some pasta." He saw the expression she made and added, "You can make the next meal if you want instead."

Madison's lips curled. "Hell with that."

Dan shrugged and walked off. "Need anything?"

"Nah. How's your back?"

"It's..." He shrugged. "I'm keeping off the painkillers."

Madison kept her face straight even as she winced internally. She'd stolen the first lot of those and made some decent money before mum had put a stop to that. Funny how that didn't seem nearly as funny as it did before. "How's that working out?"

"Hard." He shrugged. "I take it you're going to eat up in your room?"

"Yeah."

He shrugged and bent down to pick up the plate of spaghetti.

And then he was staggering, his body sagging, the plate of pasta smashing onto the floor, sending shards of crockery and splatters of red sauce all over the kitchen. He made a soft little whimper as his back flexed and tensed, arm spasming. She stared at him for a heartbeat before sighing and reaching out to him.

He hissed and she backed up. "Tell me what I can do," she said.

"I can manage," he muttered.

"So manage," she said. "I'll help."

"I don't need-"

"Yes you fucking do and stop pretending otherwise, alright? Look, let's just get this shit over with."

He snorted. "Grab my right arm will you?

She bent down and braced her back and

fuck

he was heavy for such a skinny guy. They maneuvered him over to the couch. He collapsed onto it and slowly rolled over onto his side. She walked over and grabbed his phone, waving it in front of him.

"I'm fine."

"Don't you want to call up a doctor or get some drugs or some shit-"

"Can't. Trying to get off the drugs. Don't want to get addicted." Madison paused. He looked up at her and growled, "Say it."

"What?"

"You know what." He closed his eyes as he swallowed. "Say it. Call me a-"

"Hey man, I just-"

He snorted.

Madison contemplated walking away then and there. Instead she said, "What you need?"

"Tiger balm. In the bathroom."

"Right." She turned and walked away. She reached Mum's bathroom, a bewildering array of old people's crap that lined the shelves like some talcum-scented offerings to dullness. She reached for the tiger balm.

She paused.

She withdrew her hand. Stared at it like it was some sort of traitor. She turned around, empty handed, mouth set into a cold, hard line.

What the fuck was she doing, helping the fucking cripple? She wanted him out. And yet here she was, running around like a

fucking

maid. She should tell him to get it himself. Get a laugh watching him crawl over to the sink-

-Dark eyes, cold and judging, flashed in the inside of her skull. A voice just on the edge of breaking.

I hate you. I hate you

-

"Fuck you," she said, fingers twitching. "Fuck you."

She snatched up the tiger balm and stormed out of the room, eyes flashing. Wordlessly she pulled up the cripple's shirt and undid the top of the jar.

"You don't need to-"

"Shut up," she muttered, her hands scooping out a liberal amount of the stinking white crap. "Just enjoy your barely legal stepdaughter giving you a fucking happy massage." She began to coat his lower back with the stuff, her fingers rubbing against his pale, hairy flesh.

She was halfway through when her conditioning caught up with her, flooding her body with the appropriate reward for her good deed. Madison shuddered as pin-prinks of heat spread throughout her body, as she felt her cunt swell with moisture. She caressed the balm against his flesh, ignoring the way her mother's boyfriend's body turned from a hairy mass of muscle and skin into something that she wanted to caress, to touch, to heal with her body-

She closed her eyes as a mental image flooded her mind; him on his bed, both of them naked, her rubbing her naked body against his as she massaged and eased his pain, her wet cunt enveloping his cock to end his frustrations while he filled her up and drove her into a frenzy-

"You are a bad, bad girl," he muttered.

Madison's eyes snapped open. She bit her lip and pushed the fantasy away. "Fuck you," she said. "Unless you want me to keep going?"

"I'm good."

She wrenched her hands away from his back. She adjusted her shirt, aware of her hard nipples, of the growing wet patch between her legs. "N-next time you get mum to sort this out, okay?" she muttered. "I'm not a fucking nurse."

"Sure." She turned away.

"Hey, Madison?"

"What?"

"Thanks."

She swallowed as the rush of warmth threatened to overwhelm her. "Fuck you."