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.
