Study Session

You write aggressively on a sheet of paper in your room, as I sit across from you, watching you struggle. School has been hell for you, and unfortunately, last class' notes are nowhere to be found. An obvious case of dozing off during class. Stuck with a failing assignment, numbers and formulas flow across the page, and you let out a grunt of frustration and drop the pencil.

"UGH, I can't seem to figure out this stupid equation!"

I snark at your annoyance. "It's not that hard, it's just some math."

"Yeah, well, school has been fucking pissing me off lately, and I can't stand paying attention in that class."

"Whatever, sounds like a 'you' problem."

I laugh at you as you force yourself to keep thinking of different ways to tackle the problem at hand. It's getting late at night, and your parents have already fallen asleep. With nothing but a small lamp on the table, your room is pretty dark, and you fail to notice my stares toward your chest for a bit. Soon you catch on, my eyes are locked onto your chest, beautifully exposed by your small, black crop top. You attempt to shrug it off, but the feeling of being watched makes the room more tense, and hot. You keep your b eyes on the paper, but my eyes tear through you. Every embarrassing second clouds your mind, as I slowly undress you in my mind.

"... Ok, can you actually help me with this? You're good at math, you should know how."

"We came here to hangout, I didn't agree to do your homework."

"You're a bitch, you know that? You're supposed to be my friend and help me."

"Hmm... Nah. I don't really feel like it."

You shake your head in irritation, as your writing has slowed down. You can't stop thinking about my eyes, and the thought of me using your body like the whore you are. You start getting hot, and sexual fantasies start playing out in your mind. It's not until a pencil rolls off the table that my stare finally stops. I get out of my chair and lean down to grab it, which at first seemed innocent and kind, until you realize I don't stand back up. You continue writing, as your legs begin to shake from anticipation and the unknown. You feel my gaze again, this time, resting in between your thighs... You move your legs back and forth and slightly kick them, trying to not think about it. Your toes curl, waiting for me to come back up. You feel a warm gust of wind against your shin. My hot breath is close to your leg. My steady breathing presses against your shin, as you feel it slowly start moving up. It brushes past your knee, and gets closer to your thighs.

"What are you doing down there?!" You shout, backing up your chair.

My breathing fades, I stand back up and sit down, placing the pencil on the table.

"Just doing you a favor. Maybe be thankful for my help, bitch."

The sudden insult shakes your core, as more ideas of being a worthless whore to him make your body feel warm. You're just a slut, at least be a good girl and listen to what he says. You cave in.

"... Thanks..."

"Aww, what happened to your attitude?"

"..."

"Sounds to me someone is getting desperate. How sad, not having enough dignity or self-worth to control herself anymore."

"Shut. Up."

"You shouldn't speak like that to the person who you want to help you with your homework, you know."

"Fine. Sorry. So are you actually going to help me?!"

"... No."

"Why?! You know I need to get into this school, and the only way is if I study all of this shit!"

"I'll help you. But on one condition."

You prepare yourself, you tell yourself to stand firm, deny any request. You're not his slut, you're going to figure it out yourself. You don't need his help.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?"

"You heard me, what are you deaf bitch? Take off your shirt."

"Fuck you, I'm not doing that."

Your conviction is strong, but being treated this way makes you feel like a bitch and a total whore. You're slowly getting into it. You continue writing, and continue struggling to figure out your math work, and keeping yourself together.

"I can see you shaking whore. Be a good dirty slut and fucking take it off. Maybe then I'll pity you enough to help you."

"Shut. UP. NO!"

"Shut up bitch, I know deep down you like this shit. A good girl would take off her shirt and let her friend help her."

"I'm not wearing a bra!"

"Does it look like I fucking care? Take it off."

"MMM NO!"

"Fucking worthless whore, I told you I'll help you, at least keep what little respect I have for you and let me help you."

"UGH!"

You feel yourself cave in. You grab the bottom of your shirt. A wave of emotion flows through you. Are you really going to do this? Show him your boobs just to get some help on your homework? You're so desperate. You're so embarrassed. But mostly, you're disgustingly pathetic. You stare at me, and you see me make complete eye contact. Daggers pierce your eyes, you feel insulted. He's not even looking at your boobs. Your hands shake. You stagger.

Suddenly, you see me reach over the table, grabbing your shirt for you, and aggressively ripping it off. You feel a tug on your torso, slamming your face against the table. An intense pull flings your arms straight up, as I lift your shirt completely off of you, your hair following its motion. I throw it to the side as you immediately sit up and cover your bare chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK, you can't just do that! I was going to do it myself!"

"Put your hands down."

I ignore you.

"Not anymore! You're not allowed to see anymore."

"Fine. Then you're not getting my help, and you'll just be a pathetic bitch with nothing and no worth."

"Fuck. You."

"Be a good girl and show them to me."

"..."

My voice was demanding and firm. You can't help but feel yourself get a little excited from the way I'm treating you. You slowly lower your hands and show me your boobs. You look away, but something is off. My eyes are still locked onto your's. We sit in silence until you speak up, unable to handle the suspense.

"... Well? Aren't you going to look at them?!"

"Why? Don't feel self-confident enough? Maybe because you aren't. Maybe because you're still nothing but a fucking slut to me."

I stand up and walk over to where you're looking away, my stomach now in your face. Your hands begin to shake at your side. You feel my hand grab the bottom of your face as I make you look at me. I lean down, and look at you, our faces mere centimeters apart. You feel my hot breath on your mouth, as my grip from your chin moves down to your neck as I squeeze. You feel a slight choke, which only turns you on even more.

"That's all you are to me bitch. A fucking whore. Now be a good slut and at least try to look pretty. How embarrassing is it? To be stripped, and stared at by a friend? So desperate you'd stoop down this low? I could care less about you, you're just my fucking doll, be a good girl and take it like one."

You feel me slap your face as I get behind you. You can't see, but you sense me lean down, as I put a firm grip on your shoulders. My warm breath presses against the back of your neck, as my lips gently touch against the top of your head. I begin to slide down. My hands start sliding up and down your arms, my lips press against your neck. I go down even more. You look down and see my hands slide forward. You shake in excitement, deep down, you love the feeling of being violated by me. Your entire existence is to please, just to get some help on some homework. Eventually, you feel my tender hands make contact with your breasts. My hands are large, and firmly grasp your tits. It starts off with gentle massaging, but I begin to play with your hard nipples as I rub them in a circular motion with my finger tips. At the same time, my kisses are now at your upper back, and you start feeling my tongue leave traces along your back.

"H-Hey.... Stop... I don't want to do this anymore."

I ignore you.

You feel my hands just get more aggressive. You gasp at my touch, you fucking hate this, but it feels so good to feel the slightest bit wanted. You're desperate, and can feel yourself start dripping down there. You bite your lip, wanting more...

"Stop, please stop... I... I'll figure it out on my own, I don't like this... Please..."

"Shh... Be a good dirty slut and shut up..."

"Mmm... Oh, Fuck...."

You can't help but moan, the sensation drives you mad. The more you get groped, the more you want to please me. You feel pathetic. Worthless. A dirty whore who can't please anyone. You feel my hands get more aggressive as I squeeze your breasts even tighter, as I play with your boobs rapidly. My large hands move them aggressively, it feels too fucking good, you hate this feeling and just want it to stop. You put your hands on top of mine.

"No more... Please... Fuck... St-Stop please. I hate this... Let go of-Mmmm... M-Me..."

"You're not the one giving the orders around here. I know you like this. You dirty whore. You're into this so much, I know you. You're so pathetic for letting someone like me do this to you... You like being stripped and violated? You like being called a dirty whore?"

"No! I-I don't- Oh Fuck! No! Let go! I-I-I don't like this! P-Please let go! Please... Mmm!"

Your mind drifts off, my groping hands are already too much. You can't tell if you aid me in massaging your exposed breasts, or try to pull my hands off of you.

"Be a good girl and say you're my dirty cumslut. I know you love it, so admit it."

"P-Please no- Fuck! No!"

"I don't want to hear your pitiful denial. You're a disgusting bitch who loves being touched, say it and I'll stop."

"N-No! Ah-!"

"Shh..."

"Mmmm... Ok ok ok! I'm a dirty whore! I'm your dirty whore, Oh god-! Do whatever you want to me! There I said it, mm... Stop! Please!!"

You feel my hands stop. Your hands stop with mine. You breath heavily, sweat pouring down your pathetic looking face, your sweats and chair, soaked with your excitement. You pant slowly.

"Good girl. Let's start studying."

I pull my hands away. Your breathing is calming down, you're still shaking with excitement.

"You're supposed to thank you for showing pity on you."

"Hah... Huh... T... Than... Thank you..."

"What was that? I couldn't hear my slut. Say it louder bitch or I'll do it again."

"T-Thank you!"

"Louder bitch. Put in more effort or else I'll really treat you like nothing more than my cumdumpter."

As much as the thought excites you, you decide to be a good girl for once and follow my directions.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! Than- GAH!"

You feel me grab your arms and hold them behind the chair. I restrain them using my hands and pull back tight. You feel your shoulders stretch behind you as you hear me pull out rope. You can tell I'm tying your hands to the back of the chair.

"H-Hey! What are you doing?!?! I thought we were going to study!!"

"You weren't pleasing enough. You were pathetic, so now you're going to be punished like the bad whore you are."

You feel the ropes tighten around your wrists, you begin to get terrified of the thought of what I'm going to do, but that same feeling of fear turns into pleasure and excitement. You really are a slut.

You kick your legs, half trying to escape, but half being too excited you can't keep still. You look down, and feel your wetness dripping through your underwear and pressing against your thighs. It's so sticky and hot down there. You don't get much time to think about it, as you see me go forward, pull down your pants, and throw them to the side. Your bare legs and underwear are also being looked at now. You can't help but feel me staring at your wet pussy.

"I knew you liked this. Look at how soaking wet you are."

"N-No! Don't look down there!"

You kick your legs to push me away, but I grab them and some more rope. Soon enough, your ankles are also tied to the chair. You're fully tied up and unable to move. You shake and struggle desperately, your boobs swaying side to side, as I stand above your lap, my dick, covered by my shorts, practically pressing against your boobs.

"I'm going to treat you like the horrible slut you are and punish you. So shut up, and try to please me. Maybe I'll go a bit easier on you."

I lean down and grab your neck, slightly choking you. My hand touches your stomach, but slowly slides downward. You feel it, but you're also terrified to look away from my gaze, fearful of more punishment. Soon, you feel my fingertip touch your clit.

"You're fucking soaking... Did you like the way I was touching you? Embarrassing you? Making you my worthless slut?"

Your mind starts getting filled with thoughts of my hand touching your pussy. My long fingers are tracing against your clit. My middle and ring finger rub you slowly, you feel yourself get even more wet from my touch, covering my hand in your sweet, perverted juices.

"N-No I... Fuck... I didn't... Like it- Ngh... Holy shit- Fuck- Ahhh..."

"It sounds like you're enjoying this. You like being violated against your will?"

"No! T-This is w-wrong- fuck! Hah... Stop, please, mmm, I'm begging you. Fuck- Fuck... Fuck- I'm sorry! Ah- I'll do my homework- NGH- my self just- holy shit, fuck, stop..."

I ignore you. You just feel my hand massage your clit even faster. You stop making eye contact with me and look down for a second. You see my hand start to go wild, massaging your clit even faster. Before you have time to moan, I choke you harder, and lean in, pressing my lips against yours. You begin to tear up, as I pull away, saliva connecting our mouths. Your moans continue when you get to breathe again.

"You even kiss like shit you whore. Does it look like I care that you want to stop? I'm actually enjoying myself for once, slut. Be a good girl and be my cumslut for tonight. I know you want it bad. You're pathetic enough to do it. You like being my dirty fucking slut."

"N-No! Fuck! Hah-Hah-Hah, Ngh! Please! Stop, stop! I-I'm ready to- OH FUCK- start, start studying- Holy shit I'm gonna cum... Fuck..."

You feel me tighten my hand even more as I slide my fingers inside your pussy. You feel my long fingers curl upward and press against your good spot as I start massaging it. I cut you off, your moans are overpowering any sense of logic in your head.

"Don't you dare fucking cum bitch. You're only allowed to cum when I say you can."

"F-Fuck! Ah! Ah! It's so fucking good! Please- S-Stop! Fuck!!"

"Hold it bitch. I didn't say you can cum."

"I-I-I need to cum! Please- Please! Fuck!!"

You feel my fingers go even faster. I rub your insides even faster, my fingers pushing inside, stretching and molding your pussy. You feel them rub aggressively against your G-Spot, the sensation drives you mad.

"Don't fucking cum you bitch! Only when I say you can!"

"F-Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum!! Please!! Please stop!! Fuuuck--!!!"

You feel me pull my fingers out and hold your pussy.

"Shh, you can hold it..."

I press my hand against your pussy, and in desperation, you hold in all the cum you were about to release, You feel your legs shake a little bit, and the chair gets absolutely soaked. You manage to hold in your cum, but tears fall from your eyes, as the sensation of holding it drives you mad, and your breathing gets really heavy. You pant, exhausted from the emotion.

"MMmmmmm, fuuuuck.... Ahhh.... Pleassee... Stop..."

"Wow... You didn't cum..."

You feel me take out my hand, as your soaking wet panties slap against your sensitive pussy. I put my dripping fingers against your mouth, as you instinctively start licking my fingers. I jam them into your mouth as you start sucking them clean.

"Good girl... You did such a good job for what a worthless cunt you are."

You don't respond, you're too focused on sucking my fingers clean and pleasing me. You feel completely pathetic and worthless.

"Mlgmm... Alm..."

I pull my fingers out, as you breathe heavily. Your legs slightly shake and you feel hot all over. You innocently look up at me, your eyes full of lust, and begging for me to stop.

"Ok, let's start studying. Let's just make sure you focus and stay awake..."

You watch as I reach into my pocket, as I pull out a small egg vibrator. Your eyes widen at the sight. You watch as I smirk as I grab the controller and press the button to turn it on. The egg vibrates aggressively.

"I'm too lazy to get tape, so be a good girl and... Hold this for me."

You see me slide the controller and egg inside of your panties. It already starts vibrating and your clit shakes with excitement. It already gets soaked down there, but then you realize where I'm having you hold the controller. You slowly feel me jam the controller inside your pussy, as I press the vibrator against your clit. I pull up your panties tightly, so it drives the vibrator even more on your clit. The sensation drives you mad. You swing your head straight up from the intense amount of pleasure, the egg pushing hard against your clit, vibrating rapidly.

"OH Fuck!!!! Haaaaah- No! No! No!! Take it out!! It- It feels so fucking- FUCK- Good!! S-Stop!! I-I'm already gonna- FUCK- Gonna cu-"

As you feel yourself well up inside, I put a small gag against your mouth, holding it slightly open, as I tie it behind your head. I tighten it so you can barely speak as drool starts to cover your gag. I grab your face and make you stare deep into my eyes.

"I told you. You're not allowed to cum. Only when I tell you, then you can cum."

Tears well up in your eyes as you quickly nod your head. The vibrator drives you mad as I lick the bottom of your lips and the gag. It vibrates rapidly, as you desperately try to hold in your cum. I finally get off of you, and push the chair closer to the table. You look down at your paper, but glance at your pussy. Your panties are vibrating, as a small pink wire sticks out of it. You can even feel the controller start to shake inside your pussy, but the vibrator is what hurts the most. It shakes violently, rubbing against your clit, spilling your juices everywhere, but you hold it. You feel so much pressure built up in there, as you desperately hold it. You contort and squint your face, as I just watch you and laugh at how pathetic you look.

"Not yet you dirty slut, I didn't say you can cum yet. Now pay attention, cause I'm not repeating it for a whore like you."

My words excite you, you try your best to plead and beg for me to stop, but the gag muffles you too much.

"Ok, let's begin."

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