The Art of Breaking Her: Unravelling the Boundaries
After what Livia had done to her in the library, Samantha had a hard time sorting out her thoughts and feelings. Had she agreed to this?
No.
Had she been held there against her will?
Yes.
But had she also enjoyed it?
Fucking yes.
She let her head sink back against the stone wall of the alcove she was sitting in. All of this was so fucking confusing. And she couldn't do anything about it. Saying "No" to Livia hadn't worked after her punishment nor had it worked in the library. She also wouldn't simply let go of her "new toy" as she put it.
Talking to Ms. Rendell wasn't an option either. She would probably get spanked again for accusing another student -- the model pupil at that -- of doing such naughty things. And how would she explain that she had been forced into something that she had clearly enjoyed at the same time? Her body betrayed her over and over again.
She could only hope that Livia would soon find a new toy to play with and leave her alone. It was making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on her studies, when she constantly had to be on the lookout for Livia or her teammates.
The ring of the bell that ended the last class of the day interrupted her thoughts and she got up to return to her dorm. Still deeply buried in thoughts she laid down on her bed, crossing the arms behind her head.
She was so caught up in her own bubble that she hardly noticed her roommate Jade entering. After a few more minutes, a loud knock sounded from the door. The second Jade opened the door, one of the girls on Livia's team burst in.
"You," she addressed Samantha, "Get up and come with me. We are going to a party tonight."
Jade and Samantha exchanged a quick, uncertain glance at the sudden intrusion. They were both not of the popular variety and therefore, invitations to parties were slim to none.
"Come on, I don't have all day," the girl barked, and Samantha sat up, her legs dangling lazily over the edge of her bed.
"And if I don't want to go?" She asked with a slight hesitation in her voice.
"Then you can take it up with Livia. I'm just the messenger," the girl merely shrugged in annoyance as she dragged Samantha off her bed and out of the room by her arm.
A short walk later, they entered Livia's room, and it looked as if a bomb of clothes had exploded in there. Short skirts and revealing dresses lay on every available surface and the bed was covered in lingerie-sets. Samantha's eyes widened. What in the world was Livia planning?
"Ah, good, you're here. Get out of your clothes. You can't wear that," she gestured down Samantha's outfit, "to a party."
"And if I don't want to go?" Samantha repeated her question from before and earned a laughter from Livia.
"I won't play the game of consequences with you. You can use your own fantasy. Take your punishment and double it. That's a good start." She tossed one of the dresses over her shoulder before turning to face Samantha again. "Now strip," she commanded.
Begrudgingly, Samantha started to undo the tie and unbutton the blouse of her uniform. She was, however, not fast enough in Livia's eyes and so she promptly pulled down her skirt and her underwear.
"Hey," Samantha protested, but Livia shot her a silencing look.
A few seconds later, Samantha stood completely naked in the middle of Livia's room, surrounded by clothes. She could practically feel the lingering gaze of the girl behind her as it raked over her naked form.
The cool air in the room sent a shiver down her spine and had her nipples harden. Livia quickly picked out a matching pair of panties and a bra, as well as a very revealing dark green dress and -- to Samantha's horror -- an anal plug with a dark green gemstone.
"Come here," Livia ordered, and Samantha reluctantly stepped forwards. "Oh, are you already excited, pet?" She asked and rolled one of Samantha's nipples between her fingers. She tugged at it slightly and Samantha could hardly suppress a moan. "Good girl," Livia mused before she switched back to her commanding tone again. "Now turn around and bend over. You can lean against the table for support."
Her heart started beating faster, but she did as she was told, admitting that fighting Livia was a losing battle. The clicking noise of a bottle opening told her that Livia had grabbed some lube. Only a second later, she felt how the thick, cool liquid ran down between her butt cheeks and she clenched.