This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, coercive, and painful sex, as well as some mild nonsexual fighting. Proceed with caution.
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Ashley was up early, feeling edgy. She spent a while pacing in the common room, waiting for Kim to be up. She wanted badly to get her hands on Dylan again, she still had so many ideas for things to do with him, and she was intent on getting as many of them out of her system as possible before Rose returned.
Of course it didn't come as a surprise to Ashley when Kim came down from her room with Dylan, but the fact that Emily was with her, that was weird. Despite her edginess Ashley could manage a knowing look and a smug little grin. "Have fun last night?"
"Yeah yeah," Kim grunted, seeming tired.
As they got closer Ashley could perceive hickeys on both girls' necks. "Hey Emily, Kim didn't take advantage of you last night, did she?"
Kim scoffed, "No."
But this overlapped with Emily saying, "Yes," in a low voice with a wide, strange grin. Kim blushed.
"Okay, well anyway," Ashley brushed her hair behind her ear, "I'd like to borrow Dylan for a while."
"Sure," Kim said with a shrug, and she shoved Dylan toward Ashley.
Dylan was glaring at Ashley resentfully. Good. She stroked up and down his upper arms with her fingernails. "So," she smirked, "did you have a good time last night?"
"No," Dylan muttered.
"Aww, poor you," said Ashley, "why don't you come back up to my room for a while?"
Dylan sighed bitterly. Ashley took his hand and led him back toward the stairs. Dylan looked back at the other girls, "Don't leave me alone with her."
"Oh hey Ashley," Kim said, "don't forget about this," and she tossed Ashley the remote for the shock collar.
Dylan glared at Kim. "Hate you."
Ashley led Dylan up the stairs with hands clutching at his shoulders. "I'm kind of surprised," she taunted, "that you aren't enjoying the chance to play around with all these girls."
Dylan scoffed. "More like them playing with me," he muttered bitterly.
"Well," they were up the stairs now, walking down the hall toward Ashley's room, "lots of guys are into that, too. You clearly are, given that you jizzed all over my bed with my vodka bottle up your ass."
Dylan sighed. "I dunno. Just, would rather be with Rose anymore. She's," he hesitated, seeming embarrassed to say it, "all I really want now."
At this, Ashley decided to keep probing. "And, uh, do you think she feels that way about you?"
Dylan considered this for a moment. "I don't really know if I'm all she wants. What I do know," he cast a look at her, contempt mixed with pity, it threw Ashley off for a moment, "is that she's very possessive of me."
Show no fear, Ashley told herself. "Oh?"
"Oh yeah. Her other futa friends want me, but they don't ever want to mess around with me because Rose would object. They're, like, about as strong as her I think, but for whatever reason they're scared of displeasing her." He looked Ashley up and down. "You're, what, five nine?"
"Five nine and a half," Ashley said, a bit defensively.
"Mm. Tall for a girl. Not for a futa though," Dylan said drily.
She rolled her eyes and opened the door to her room to lead Dylan in, sitting him down in her computer chair. "Well, I'm not too concerned about Rose," Ashley lied. "She hasn't even tried to get in touch with you since I took your phone. I think maybe she's forgotten about you."
Dylan showed no particular emotion. "We'll see. Kinda doubt that though."
Ashley ignored this. "I wanna see," she said, "how you look with some rings in your new piercings."
He actually seemed a little enthusiastic about this idea. "Okay, yeah, let's see- OW!"
She had given him a shock. "Not 'yeah', what do you say to me?"
Angry eyes again now, "Yes Mistress."
"Very good," she said smugly. She got out a metallic pink little stud and brought it in toward the medusa piercing just above his upper lip. He flinched as she brought it in. "Hold still, you don't want me to jab your face, do you?"
Once that one was in, she got out some little flower-shaped studs to go in the ears. Seeing him squint at them, she said, "They're little lillies. Seemed appropriate, don't you think?"
He looked ashamed of himself after she said that. Good.
After that she stuck a black metal stud in the tongue piercing, and then had him take his shirt off so she could put little silver bars with silver balls on the ends through the nipple piercings. She looked down at him approvingly. "Wanna see how you look?"
"Dyeah- Ah!" He scrunched his face up. "Da tongue ring keepth banging into da top of my mouf."
"Oh, poor you," Ashley teased. She handed him a little hand mirror. "Take a look!"
It was strange, Ashley thought, that after so long hating him, after all the torments she'd inflicted, she could look at him examining himself in the mirror and see the quiet delight on his face at how he looked and feel kind of happy for him. Kind of proud. "He liiiikes it," she teased.
"Dyeah I do," he said, smiling slightly.
"It's a good look on you," she said, "makes you look kind of edgy, you know, kind of alternative." She sidled up behind Dylan and ran her hands through his long blond hair. "I wonder how you'd look with a couple streaks of black in your hair. Or maybe some blue."
"Maybe..." Dylan seemed thoughtful.
Ashley ran her hands down from his hair to Dylan's shoulders. "Maybe a whole goth girl look, with tight black jeans and big platform boots and a shirt with fishnet sleeves."
"And black lipthtick?" Dylan asked, and then, "Ow!"
Ashley's hand had found its way to his nipple and given it a sharp twist by gripping the piercing. "You like that?"
"Nnh! No!" he squeaked.
"No?" Ashley twisted the nipple harder. "We say 'Yes Mistress', don't we?"
"Nnh! Fucking stop!"
"Say it," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Yes Mistress!" he gasped desperately.
But she didn't release his nipple from her grip. His feet started to urgently stomp on the floor, desperate pained shallow breathing through his nose. "Yes Mistress!" he said again. "YES MISTRESS YES MISTRESS!"
"Oh, what, do you want me to stop?" Ashley said.