2 comments/ 33024 views/ 3 favorites Wild College Nights Ch. 01 By: Lionheart72 "I got you a present," Becky said, holding up a thin black band of leather. It took Liz a moment to realize what it was. "A collar?" Liz asked with a sly smile. "Really?" "Yeah... well," Becky stammered slightly, blushing. "Derrick invited us to our first bondage party and it seemed right 'cause... um..." "I'm your sub," Liz purred, leaning her curvy body toward the young blonde coed. "That's right," Becky said firmly, despite the flush of red covering her face. She held up the collar, easing it around Liz's neck. "You're my sub. You know, Derrick says the collar has real meaning." "Oh, yeah?" Liz whispered, staring lovingly into Becky's eyes. "Yeah," Becky continued. Her voice was firm and demanding, but Liz could feel Becky's fingers shaking as she held the collar around her lover's neck. "It means you're mine. So no more ass-raping guys at parties..." "He ass-raped me first," Liz countered. "And I bought you a new hairbrush." "... and no more blowing guys in bars or fucking them in parking lots..." Becky continued. "Hey, I only did that because I was looking for a guy for you," Liz pouted. "It's not my fault you picked up Gary on your own... and before you say anything, I only fucked Gary because you told me to and usually only when you were there too. I still don't get why he broke up with us." "Liz!" Becky's tone became threatening. "Sorry," Liz pouted. "No more fucking people unless I say so. OK?" Becky barked. "The collar is supposed to mean you're mine, really and completely." Liz's face softened. Reaching up, she laid her fingers on the side of Becky's face and smiled. "Silly," Liz whispered. "I'm already yours. Really and completely yours. My mistress." Leaning forward, Liz kissed Becky gently and pretended she didn't taste her lover's tears. ***** "Invitations, please," the goth at the door asked. Between the shaved head and facial piercings and heavy black clothes, the doorkeeper was imposing. Liz wasn't entirely sure if the goth was male or female, but she supposed it didn't really matter. If it did, she expected she'd find out. Meanwhile, Becky was handing over her invitation while clearly trying not to stare. The goth made a show of first examining their invitations, and then examining them. Becky squirmed a little under the doorkeeper's dark gaze. Liz knew Becky was a little self-conscious. The whole drive over, her lover had been fidgeting with her outfit, though Liz kept assuring Becky that she looked very hot. The tight black stretch pants emphasized her long legs and round ass, and the under-bust corset borrowed from a friend in the theatre department, combined with the low-cut dark blouse, did wonders for Becky's pert breasts. No, Liz thought, Becky had no reason to feel self-conscious. For her part, Liz didn't feel concerned, just a little chilly. Her short, lacy black dress, with its spaghetti straps and open back, had probably been designed to be a nightie, and the hemline didn't fall much below the bottom of Liz's ass. The only other thing she was wearing was her new collar. The cold air, the touch of soft satin and her own excitement had all conspired to make Liz's nipples so hard they ached. The night breeze swirled up Liz's legs, chilling her flesh and occasionally exposing her bare ass. Finally, the goth smiled, causing lip-piercings to flash in the streetlights, and waved them in. The club seemed to have started life as a gas station some years ago. The front room was small, decorated with flyers for local bands. On one of the ratty-looking couches that crowded the space lounged a couple, one a skinny man in a mesh shirt and tight black jeans, the other a chubby girl in a filmy black dress. Curls of cigarette smoke made a cloud above their heads. "You're new," the skinny man drawled, his eyes crawling hungrily over Liz's body. "We're friends of Derrick's," Becky replied, managing to sound tough. "Oh," the chubby girl purred, pressing herself against the man. "Master Derrick is in the play room on the left, showing off his new sub." "Thanks," Becky said. Turning to Liz, she barked, "Come on." Following, Liz shivered. She always loved it when Becky got commanding. The large back part of the club had been divided off into a number of smaller rooms. Through the open door on the left, Liz and Becky could see a small, smoke filled room. More ratty couches lined the walls, these occupied by an assortment of people dressed in what Liz was taking to be the standard black. However, she barely noticed them. Her attention was fixed on the heavy wooden frame in the center of the room and the couple with it. Derrick was a tall, lean man, dark and handsome. He wore loose-fitting black pants, and his well-muscled chest was bare. The woman with him was petite and presently covered only by her own long blonde hair. Her hands were bound and tied to a rope that hung from the top of the wooden frame. As small as she was, she seemed to be balancing on her toes as if she were in fact hanging helpless from the frame. Liz felt her breath quickening at the sight. While Liz watched, Derrick walked in a slow circle around the woman. His face was impassive as he studied her. All his attention was focused on her, and he seemed oblivious to his audience. Finally he finished his circle and stood silently behind her. Slowly, he reached out. His hands softly caressed her hair, sliding down her face as he gathered up her long, fair tresses. He gently pulled the woman's long hair behind her, revealing her naked, perky breasts and hard bud-like nipples. Reaching over to a small table beside him, Derrick returned with two old fashioned wooden clothespins. With patient deliberation, he slid one clothespin over the woman's nipple and let it slowly close. The woman whimpered and gasped. After a long pause, Derrick closed the other clothespin over her other nipple. The woman moaned. Liz's hands involuntarily brushed over her own sensitive nipples and she gasped. Derrick started to slowly circle the woman again, his eyes fixed on her face. She was looking back at him, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes full of longing. Liz noticed that Derrick was holding a long, thin switch only seconds before he lashed out with it. The women yelped as the thin leather crop smacked against her ass. Derrick continued to circle her, lashing out with the crop as the whim took him. The woman gasped and jumped with each strike. As she watched, Liz moaned softly. Without thinking, She cupped her own breast with one hand while her other hand slid along the silky fabric of her dress, down her belly, down her waist, toward the hem. Becky grabbed Liz's arm. She jumped, startled out of her lustful trance. "Come on," Becky said. Liz could see Becky's face was flushed. "Let's go see what else is going on." Liz stared at Becky for a moment, confused, but allowed herself to be led away. She wondered why Becky didn't want to stay and watch. Even more, she wondered why Becky looked angry, maybe even jealous. ***** The room Becky led them to was similar to the one they had just left. Ratty couches lined the walls, surrounding a wooden frame from which hung a naked body. In this case, the body was that of a dark-skinned, powerfully muscled man. Liz thought she recognized him as one of the college football players, but she wasn't sure. She didn't really follow sports closely, and she was certain none of the promotional pictures of the team depicted them bound, naked, oiled, shaved and hugely erect. Perhaps, Liz thought as she took a place on a couch beside Becky, they should. Circling the naked black Adonis was a young woman in shocking red. With her red heels, her narrow red skirt and tight red corset, the woman seemed to be aggressively defying the club's unspoken black goth dress code. Her spiky black hair was cut cruelly short, accentuating her boyish face, which smiled viciously at the crowd gathered on the couches around her. Where Derrick had ignored his observers, this dominatrix clearly reveled in them. Apart from one hand, which was lightly caressing her sub, she seemed to ignore him. "My Toy here is perfectly trained," the red mistress drawled softly to her audience. Her fingers slid along the man's body and pinched his nipple, squeezing and twisting it viciously. The man, Toy, Liz supposed he was called, stood stoically accepting this small abuse. "He will not make a sound, unless I command it," the mistress continued. The mistress's hand ran down her Toy's body, sliding between his legs and cupping his heavy, dark balls. Liz's eyes grew wide as she watched the mistress's fingers tighten. She could see his oiled muscles tensing, but he remained still and silent. After a moment, she released him. Her fingers slid upward, grasping his hard shaft. Slowly, the mistress stroked her fingers up and down, rubbing her Toy's long dick. "He won't come, unless I command it," she said, leering at the audience. "I bet you could make him come," Becky said quietly, leaning over to Liz. "What did you say?" the red dominatrix barked. Obviously, Becky's comment hadn't been quiet enough. "Leave it, Caitlyn," a man's voice said, evenly. "She's new..." Liz glaced over at the couch next to theirs and gave a short gasp. She recognized the man as her art teacher, Professor Ashton. Absurdly, she wondered if her recognized her, but the dominatrix's next words distracted her. "Someone should tell her not to contradict her betters," Caitlyn snapped. "What did you say?!" Becky said, shocked. "Someone should have trained you better," Caitlyn sneered. "Subs like you don't talk back to Doms. Your Master should give you to me for some training. You'll obey just like my Toy here." "First, not a Sub," Becky snapped back. "Second," she continued, nodding toward the bound sub, "I'm not impressed. I bet my Lizzy can make him come, whatever you 'command'." "Oh, you bet she could, do you?" Caitlyn smiled. "Caitlyn..." the professor said warningly. "I'll take your wager," Caitlyn continued, her voice overriding his. "Your girl can orally pleasure my Toy and try to make him come." Becky smiled down at Liz and nodded. "When she fails," Caitlyn coninued, "your ass is mine." "What?" Becky said, looking suddenly uncertain. "When your girl fails to make my Toy come," Caitlyn replied, "your ass is mine. You will orally please my Toy and while you do, I will beat your naked ass. Right here, right now. If I'm feeling very generous, I'll let my Toy come in your mouth before your ass starts to bleed. Now tell your girl to get started." Liz looked up at Becky, who looked slightly panicked. Liz could tell Becky had gotten herself in over her head. Her lover had been upset about something, though Liz wasn't sure what, and had let that get her in trouble. Now, Liz smiled to herself, it was up to her and her oral skills to get Becky out of trouble. With a slight shrug, Liz gave her lover a reassuring smile. Gracefully she swayed over to the bound man in the center of the room and sank to her knees. Kneeling in front of Caitlyn's Toy, Liz took a moment to examine his dick. Liz was quite a fan of the male member, enjoying penises in all their various shapes and sizes. Toy's dick was long and thick, lighter brown at the tip and growing darker toward his heavy balls. He was completely shaved and his dark skin shone with oil. Liz sighed at the sight and, unconsciously, her fingers slipped between her legs, parting her wet folds. With a low moan, Liz leaned forward and nuzzled the heavy, dark balls that hung in front of her, inhaling the sweet scent of oil and the musky odor of skin. She wrapped one hand around the thick shaft while continuing to stroke herself with the other. Her tongue flicked out, licking Toy's balls. She sucked first one and then the other into her mouth, moaning as she tasted each one. All the while Toy remained still and silent, seemingly indifferent to her attentions. Slowly, Liz licked her way up his thick, dark shaft. Rolling her tongue over the tip, she smiled. Toy was still and silent, but she could taste the pre-cum flowing freely from his dick. Liz moaned as she lapped up the sticky, salty fluid. She could feel Toy's hips rock slightly, pushing his shaft against her mouth. With a gleeful smile, Liz wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick and sucked. Toy's body tensed, resisting the pleasure of Liz's mouth. She purred. Bobbing her head up and down, she slowly swallowed more and more of his thick shaft. She could feel him struggling to remain still. His muscled tensed and flexed. His whole body tried to arch away from her. Liz moaned. It was thrilling to feel his struggles, to know that he wanted her and fought to deny it. Too turned on to deny herself, Liz's fingers played frantically over her own clit. Her lusty moans were muffled by the thick shaft filling her mouth. Her own pleasure mounted in a steady wave. With her other hand, Liz grasped Toy's powerfully muscled ass, pulling him toward her. She pushed her head down, forcing his shaft into her mouth, gagging as it pushed too deep. Her whole body shook as she fucked this hard dick with her face. ***** Becky could only stare as Liz knelt on the club's floor, sucking the bound man's dick. The little black nightie Liz insisted was a dress had ridden up far enough to expose her bare, round ass and, if Becky looked closely, she could see Liz's fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The coed's curly brown hair shook as her head bobbed up and down vigorously, swallowing the long , brown shaft before her. Becky could hear Liz's moans and the little gagging noise she made as the dick sank into her throat. She wondered distantly why she had gotten them into this. Sure, the stuck-up bitch of a dominatrix talking down to her had pissed her off, but Becky realized she had started it by bragging to the whole room about Liz's cock-sucking skills. Now her lover was sucking a strange dick in a room full of strangers (not, Becky supposed, that Liz hadn't done that sort of thing before) and Becky's own ass was on the line. "How long do you think we should let this go on?" Caitlyn wondered aloud. Becky wondered if Caitlyn hadn't been right. The bound man the dominatrix called Toy hardly seemed to be reacting at all to Liz's oral assault. His face remained impassive, and he hung from the wooden frame, perfectly still. He was indifferent to the curvaceous brunette passionately gagging on his huge member. "Don't worry, dear," Caitlyn smiled, looking at Becky's dismayed face. "You'll have your turn at him soon enough. I'll let you suck his cock for as long as you like. Of course, my crop will teach you some manners while you enjoy that privilege. Look how much your friend enjoys it." Liz clearly was enjoying herself. Her entire body was quivering, and her moans, muffled as they were by the thick dick in her face, were becoming louder. Becky recognized the signs and sure enough, a moment later, Liz's body spasmed as an orgasm washed over her. Even as the coed's body shook with pleasure, Liz continued to suck Toy's indifferent dick, forcing the hard shaft deeper into her mouth. Slowly, Liz's body calmed, and her muffled cries fell silent. Her head ceased to bob on Toy's thick shaft. For a long moment, Liz just knelt there holding the heavy dick in her mouth then she slowly lifted her head. Becky groaned, defeated. "Giving up at last," Caitlyn sneered. "How disappointing for you." Liz stood and turned to face the red-clad dominatrix. With a sultry smile, the brunette slid her arms around Caitlyn's neck and leaned forward. Becky felt her stomach drop away, stunned by her lover's evident betrayal as Liz kissed Caitlyn's smug, smiling lips. Suddenly, Caitlyn stiffened and hastily pulled out of Liz's embrace. Becky stared, confused as Caitlyn gagged. Thick white fluid poured over the dominatrix's chin and down onto her corseted cleavage. Liz smiled wider, allowing the last of Toy's sticky white cum to drool from her lips and down onto her own full breasts. Laughter and applause filled the room. "Hmmm, I guess we win after all," said Liz loftily. Becky grinned wildly, realizing that Liz was right. Despite his stoic silence, Toy had been unable to resist coming in Liz's mouth, and she had, rather pointedly, shared that cum with Toy's mistress. "Ugh," Caitlyn grunted, wiping the cum from her chin and looking appalled as it oozed between her breasts. "Yes, alright, you win. Toy, I will deal with you in a moment." "First things first," Becky admonished. "What?" Caitlyn looked genuinely puzzled. "We had a bet," Becky continued. "I won. Your ass is mine." "I didn't..." Caitlyn started, indignant. "If you had won," Becky bulled over her, "I would have sucked off your boy while you beat my naked ass... but I won. So you get to lick my Lizzie while I beat your naked ass. Right here, right now." "Fair's fair, Caitlyn," the professor chimed in, almost lazily. "You would have insisted on your forfeit. It's only right that you pay the same price." Caitlyn glared at the man for a long moment. Then, without taking her eyes off him, she pulled down the zipper on the side of her long red skirt. Unwilling to wait, Becky grabbed the edge of the skirt and pulled it off, dropping to her knees as she did. "My, what a pretty pussy." Becky knelt in front of Caitlyn's naked thighs. "All neatly trimmed and so very, very wet." Becky's fingers grazed between Caitlyn's legs, teasing the edge of the dominatrix's swollen pussy. Caitlyn gasped involuntarily as Becky brushed her clit. Becky's fingers danced lightly over slick folds, drawing a deeper moan from Caitlyn. "Such a pity you didn't bet pussy," Becky sneered, leaping quickly to her feet. As Caitlyn glared furiously at her, Becky practically danced over to Liz. Taking her lover firmly by the shoulders, she guided Liz back to the couch. "I knew you could do it," Becky whispered, settling Liz onto the ratty cushion. With firm hands, she pulled her lover's knees apart. "Try not to come too quickly," Becky added softly. Leaping back to her feet, Becky spun to face Caitlyn and stopped suddenly. For a moment, she just had to stand there and stare at the other woman. The formerly haughty and commanding dominatrix looked oddly lost and vulnerable as she stood, her lower half bare and pale except for the dark strip of hair above her pussy. Her cruel face was flushed. Her corseted cleavage was still shiny with a mixture of saliva and semen. Becky felt a rush of savage desire at the sight. "Now," Becky barked, "you will get down on your hands and knees and pleasure my sub until she comes. And I will beat your ass while you do." Caitlyn quivered, glaring defiantly at Becky. Her eyes raked the audience, lingering on the professor. He simply stared back at her. "Well?" Becky sneered. Caitlyn took a step forward, but Becky's hand flew up. "I said on your knees," Becky snapped. "Crawl." Staring daggers at Becky, her face almost as red as her corset, Caitlyn lowered herself to her hands and knees. Stiffly, she crawled over to Liz and lowered her face between the brunette's legs. Liz gave a deep sigh and settled back against the ratty couch as Caitlyn started to lick her. Glancing around, Becky spotted a hard-looking crop sitting near the frame from which Caitlyn's Toy still hung, his thick dick now hanging softly. Picking up the crop, Becky smiled at him. Without really thinking, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his thick member. Slowly, she pumped her hand up and down, feeling his slick meat begin to harden under her touch. His dark eyes stared past her, toward, Becky realized, his mistress and the brunette cock-sucker who had bested them both. Becky gave his dick one more hard squeeze before turning her attention in the same direction. Wild College Nights Ch. 01 Caitlyn was still on her knees. Her arms were wrapped around Liz's waist, her head buried between the brunette's legs, her skinny ass raised in the air. Liz lay back on the couch, her eyes closed, one hand in her mouth as she tried to stifle her moans. Obviously, Caitlyn wasn't an inexperienced box-licker and was doing a good job trying to get Liz off. Becky realizing she might not have much time for her revenge on the haughty bitch. With a quick step forward, Becky brought the crop down on the humiliated dominatrix's ass. The crack as it struck was so surprisingly loud that Becky jumped, almost as much as Caitlyn did. A hard red line appeared where the blow had landed. For a moment, Becky could only stare. Then, without thought, her arm rose and fell again, laying another red line across the first. Caitlyn twitched and groaned. She buried her face deeper into Liz's pussy, and Liz sighed. Becky's arm rose and fell again and again. With each blow, Cailtyn moaned and Liz sighed. Without realizing, Becky started to gasp in time to the blows. Red lines criss-crossed Caitlyn's ass. Liz's sighs became moans. Her body started to arch and buck under Caitlyn's tongue. As she did, Becky brought the crop down faster and harder, keeping time with Liz's wild panting. Liz spasmed, her body convulsing with orgasm. Becky gave a wild cry of her own, raining a climactic series of violent blows onto Caitlyn's abused ass. With a final quiver, Liz collapsed onto the couch. Caitlyn fell away from her, dropping to a heap on the floor at the professor's feet. Still panting, Becky sank down onto the couch next to Liz and kissed her lover passionately. "That was fun... mistress," Liz purred. "Oh, my wonderful sub," Becky sighed. Wild College Nights Ch. 02 "Good of you to join us, Ms. Edmunds," Professor Ashton leered as Liz sashayed into Art class several minutes late. The other students turned to glance at the tardy coed as she swayed toward her usual workbench. The women rolled their eyes, but most of the male students joined their professor, whose gaze devoured the sight of the curvy coed. Liz's dark brown curls were pulled back from her pretty, aristocratic face and fell in waves past the thin shoulder straps of her halter top. Her full, round breasts strained against the thin white fabric. As Liz strutted past the other students to her seat, she knew her audience was getting a good view. "I'm sorry I'm late professor. I was unavoidably detained," Liz smiled, perching on the stool in front of her worktable. As Liz settled into her seat, she opened her legs slightly. It was a part of a ritual Liz had set up early in the semester, flirtatiously showing off her panties. So, even as Professor Ashton drew breath for a firm rebuke, his eyes fell toward Liz's thighs. Whatever he planned to say was lost in a small smile as he stared down at Liz's naked, shaven and slightly swollen pussy. Catching himself, the art instructor turned to the rest of the class and continued outlining the new assignment. Still smiling, Liz set herself to work, silently enjoying the surreptitious glances being made by multiple sets of eyes toward her partly exposed body. Liz loved it. She enjoyed the sense of power she got when she blatantly flaunted her sexuality. Some people, including one person she loved completely, called her a slut, but Liz refused to see that as a bad thing. She reveled in being openly, brazenly sexy. The thought of so many eyes on her thrilled her, and Liz felt herself getting horny just imagining what the boys must be thinking. It was a game that ended all too soon. As the students filed out of class, one in particular caught her eye. Derrick was a lean, dark man: dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes, but somehow without any of the goth pretentiousness that one might expect. Derrick was a mystery. Liz knew he was attracted to her, but he was always so contained, as if everything, even his own lust, fueled his self-control. Looking at Derrick, Liz felt a dark chill, almost fear. She started to follow him toward the door. "Ms. Edmunds," Professor Ashton's voice broke through Liz's distraction with almost shocking force, "I would like a word with you before you go." Tossing a smile at Derrick, Liz turned and swayed back toward the art professor. Her back to him, she failed to see the shadow pass over Derrick's face as he turned and walked from the classroom, just as she failed to notice Ashton's eyes following the younger man's departure. "Come over here, Ms. Edmunds," Ashton said firmly, directing Liz to a worktable where one of her works-in-progress was displayed. It was a small mixed media sculpture that suggested more than showed two standing figures blurring into each other. Liz smiled slightly as she moved to stand in front of the piece. As she did, the professor moved to stand behind her. He braced his arms on the table on either side of her, and a thrill ran through Liz as she realized she was effectively trapped between the table and his body. "Yes, professor?" Liz sighed. She could feel the heat of his body, almost touching her. "Liz," he said, using her first name for the first time. His breath brushed her ear as he spoke. "You are one of my most promising students." "Thank you, professor," Liz smiled slightly. "Take this piece for instance," Ashton continued. He leaned closer. Liz felt his arms brush hers, his chest touching her shoulders. "It's very... provocative." "Thank you. That's what I'd intended." Liz sighed. The piece had been inspired by Liz's first encounter with her friend Becky, a truly provocative memory. Liz pushed herself back slightly, curving her body against the professor's. She could feel him pressing against her, his strong arms, his powerful chest and, as she shifted her hips against him, his hard shaft. She felt her breath quickening as Professor Ashton leaned against her. The stubble of his rough beard raked against her shoulder. "I find it quite... inspiring," Ashton breathed into her neck. His hand traced slowly up Liz's arm, causing her to shiver in delight. "I'm glad," Liz sighed. "I think inspiration should be... embraced." "Yes, you're so right," Ashton growled, firmly pushing his face into the curve of Liz's shoulder. The coed gasped as Professor Ashton sucked on the soft flesh of her neck, his teeth firmly grazing her skin. Ashton's hand, already sliding up her arm, dove roughly down the neck of her tank top. He forcefully grasped Liz's firm, round breast and pulled it free of its fabric constraints. Liz squealed. The professor's strong hand squeezed her bare breast. He sucked and bit at her neck with bruising force. Liz felt consumed by passion. Her body pressed back against his. Her head lolled to the side, pressing her neck against his hungry mouth. Her hands clutched at his arms, holding tightly. Her hips rocked against him, rubbing against the firm bulge in his pants. A wild, uncontrolled moan escape her lips, the sound distantly shocking the part of her mind that was still capable of thought with the depth of animal lust it expressed. Professor Ashton held her tightly. His mouth sucked passionately on her neck. His hand squeezed her breast firmly. His fingers circled her nipple, sending sparks of sensation through her body. His hips thrust against her, pressing his hard shaft into the cleft of her ass. Liz moaned again, the sound even more feral than before. Ashton thrust forward with his whole body, shoving her forcefully against the worktable. His finger pinched and twisted her nipple painfully. His teeth sank into her neck. Liz's moan became a scream. Her whole body tensed and quivered. She felt trapped. Her body was pinned between his powerful form and the hard worktable. His hand and his mouth pulled at her, the sensations blurring between pleasure and pain. Suddenly, Liz was afraid. "No," she gasped. Her own voice sounded alien to her, a guttural mix of longing and fear. Professor Ashton seemed to overwhelm her. His body pressed so firmly against her that the hard edge of the table dug painfully into her belly. His hand clenched over her breast, squeezing it brutally. His teeth dug into her neck, threatening to draw blood. Suddenly, everything changed. His mouth was gently brushing her hot neck. His hand lightly caressing her soft breast and firm nipple. Their bodies were barely touching, the distance between them teasingly slight. Liz whimpered at the professor's gentle fingers. "Do you want me to stop?" Professor Ashton said, his lips brushing her neck as he spoke. "You only have to say it." One hand, feather light, teased sparks of pleasure from her breast, while the other slid along her belly, the pleasure of it almost tickling her. She moaned. She felt hot, confused, inflamed. She knew she had wanted him to stop but she couldn't for the life of her remember why she should want this pleasure to end. Ashton's hand slid lower, under the waistband of Liz's skirt, down into the warm wetness between her legs. Liz heard a pitiful whine escape her lips as the professor's fingers teased lightly against her clit. "Do you want me to stop?" Ashton repeated firmly. "No," Liz whimpered. Her entire body tingled with desperate desire, quivering each time his delicate touch brushed her nipples and teased her clit. "No, don't stop. Never stop. Never ever stop." "Good," Professor Ashton gave a dark chuckle. Liz felt the dark rush of half-forgotten fear, but it vanished again in a moan of loss as his gentle hand slipped out from between her legs. Ashton's other hand continued to softly caress her breast while his lips nuzzled her neck, working slowly up to her ear. Liz shuddered as his tongue teasingly pulled her ear lobe into his mouth. The charged sound of a zipper seemed to echo through the art room. A gasp escaped Liz as Professor Ashton leaned his weight against her, bending her over the worktable while his free hand pushed her short, loose skirt up around her hips. She felt the length of his hard shaft pressing against her naked skin as he leaned against her. Liz parted her thighs, shifting her hips as the professor guided himself between her legs. She moaned as the tip of him slid against her wet folds. Tauntingly, he held himself there for a long moment, grazing his shaft against her pussy while his fingers teased her nipple and his mouth pulled lightly on her ear lobe. Liz groaned, rolling her hips in an effort to urge him on, to pull him inside her. He chuckled again, that dark chuckle that sent chills down her spine. Liz moaned, the deep, lusty, guttural moan that came from some primal urge deep inside. Ashton's whole body tensed over her. As a single, blinding sensation Liz felt his fingers squeeze painfully around her nipple. His teeth bit hard into her ear lobe, while his penis surged deep into her with a single, brutal thrust. Liz shrieked as her senses screamed under the professor's violent assault. "Yes!" Professor Ashton roared with savage triumph, as he thrust into her. "Oh, I knew." Liz whimpered. Her hands clutched blindly at the edges of the table, clinging white knuckled. The professor had released her ear, but she could feel the weight of his powerful body looming over her. One hand continued to tease and pinch her breast, mingling pleasure and pain. The other hand held her hips firmly, holding her still while he thrust his long, hard shaft in and out of Liz's wet pussy with punishing force. Liz moaned as her body responded. She felt trapped between pleasure and pain, between fear and lust. The professor was crushing her, but the heat and power of his body thrilled her. Her breast ached and she could no longer separate pleasure from pain. His penis thrust into her with bruising force, filling her as completely as she had ever felt. Liz shuddered as she felt his fingers parting her ass cheeks. His thumb brushed against her anus. She moaned as he teased her sensitive sphincter and whimpered as she wondered what might follow. Her whole body tensed and quivered in lust, anticipation, pain and dread. "Gods!" Professor Ashton cried out in a load, guttural moan. His body lunged against Liz. His fingers crushed her nipple while his thumb battered into her anus. Deep inside her, his long, hard penis surged, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. Tears dripped from Liz eyes as pleasure surged through her. Her body quivered, convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped a scream from her raw throat. With a final, loud groan, Professor Ashton released her completely. His hands seemed to fly away from her and his shaft withdrew with as much startling force as when it had entered. Liz sagged against the worktable, her body shaking. "Come here, my dear," Ashton said hoarsely. Liz looked over her shoulder, her eyes blurred with tears. "Come here," Ashton repeated, gesturing toward his still hard shaft, sticky with their combined fluids. With a shuddering sigh, Liz turned and lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Unthinking, her tongue darted out and lapped the length of his hard member. Slowly, gently she licked her way along his shaft, tasting her own musky flavor and the pungent sting of his semen. With patient care, she sucked his penis clean. When he felt she had done enough, Ashton took her head in his hand and lifted her eyes to his. "I knew," he sighed, "I knew you would be magnificent." "Thank you," Liz whispered back, unable to say anything else as she lost herself in his eyes. "I'm having a gathering at my house," he continued, "this weekend. For promising students such as yourself. You must come." "Of course," Liz said, able to think of no reason to refuse. It felt perfectly natural to be asked to the professor's house while kneeling in front of his softening penis. From somewhere deep in her mind, a thought occurred, "Can I bring Becky?" "Becky?" Ashton's mouth shaped the name slowly, as if tasting it for the first time, "Of course. By all means, bring your friend." Smiling, the professor pushed his penis back into his pants and zipped himself up. "Until this weekend, Ms. Edmunds," he said, and turned to go. ***** Derrick found Liz still kneeling on the floor of the art room. Her tank top was still pushed down, leaving one breast bare save for the drops of blood leaking from her bitten ear. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were working vigorously between her parted thighs. As he watched, Liz moaned and shuddered as her orgasm overtook her. When he felt the waves of pleasure fade from her body, he knelt gently beside her. "Come on," he said firmly, "Let's get you cleaned up and take you home." Wild College Nights Ch. 03 "What the hell happened to you?" Becky almost lunged off the bed as Liz came through the door of the small studio apartment. Becky had still been asleep when Liz had left for art class. The sight of her friend - despite weeks of shared living space and passionate sex Becky still wouldn't allow herself to think of Liz as her girlfriend - was startling. Liz's provocative miniskirt and halter top, clearly without bra, was really only a little more extreme than her usual attire, hardly worth surprise. The drops of dried blood spattered on the milky curve of her full breast and the edge of the top, however, along with the wad of bloodstained tissues which the coed held to her ear as a crude bandage was more of a shock. Liz's long curly brown hair was tousled and disarrayed. She looked... Becky hesitated. Liz looked strangely wild, almost feral. Becky found she wasn't sure whether she wanted to rush to Liz's side or back away slowly. "I got fucked," Liz smiled at Becky, in a way that wasn't at all reassuring, while dropping her bag on the bed they shared. Behind Liz, a tall dark man stepped into the apartment, closing the door lightly. Derrick. Becky sucked in a tense breath, jealously surging through her momentarily, obliterating her half hearted denials about her feelings for Liz. Derrick was the definition of darkly handsome: dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes, but strangely without the goth pretentiousness that should have come with it. He radiated an air of confidence and control that was thrilling and frightening all at once. Becky's feelings toward Derrick were no less intense and confusing than her feelings toward Liz. "You," Becky seethed at him. Derrick regarded her mildly, his face betraying nothing of his mind. Momentarily confused, Liz looked from one to the other, struck by the contrast between the passionate, blonde coed and the controlled, dark grad student. "Becky, no," Liz said, suddenly comprehending, "Derrick just walked me home. You know he would never..." Liz smiled, "well, unless you said it was ok." Derrick inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the point without saying anything. His dark eyes never left Becky's. Becky looked away, trying to conceal her unwillingness to meet his gaze for long behind her jealous anger. "But," Becky stammered, reaching toward Liz's bloody ear, "what happened? Are you ok? Who did this?" "Professor Ashton, my art teacher," Liz almost cheered, sounding triumphant. She lowered her hand from her ear, glancing down at the bloody tissue. "He was a little rough, but it was ok." Seeing the concern in Becky's eyes, Liz smiled, "It's ok. Really. I'm going to get cleaned up." With a smile and a deliberate wag of her hips, Liz turned and swayed into the apartment's small bathroom. "God, she is such a slut," Becky cursed, practically quivering with jealousy. She wheeled to face Derrick only to be brought up short by the flash of anger on the man's normally composed face. "What?" "I don't like the way John Ashton treats women," Derrick said, his usually soft voice thick with menace. "Derrick, you're a dom," Becky said, in puzzled shock. "I've personally watched you put clothes pins on a helpless woman's nipples and beat her with a stick." The blonde coed turned away, to hide her sudden blush at the memory. In getting to know Liz and Derrick, Becky had found her sexual horizons expanding in surprising ways. "That's different," Derrick said dismissively. "Whatever," Becky snapped. "Where does she get off fucking her art teacher, anyway?" "I believe she got off while bent over a table in the art room," Derrick replied smoothly, clearly unwilling even in his own frustrated anger to let the straight line pass. "What?" Becky whipped around to stare at him, "Did you watch?" "No, but as I said, I know the way Ashton treats women," Derrick replied. Then his dark eyes glittering as amusement briefly overcame his anger. "Also, I could hear her. Liz can be quite a screamer." "I'll make her scream," Becky snapped, then shouted, "Liz, get your ass out here." "I should go," Derrick said softly. "You stay right where you are," Becky snarled. Derrick raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. For a moment, Becky felt the air of absolute confident command that Derrick usually kept carefully masked. For a moment, Becky wanted to sink to her knees and beg him to forgive her for snapping at him. She pushed the feeling aside, but still changed her tone. "Please," she added. Becky couldn't command him, but she could ask. She wasn't altogether sure why she wanted him here. Only that she did. Liz came out of the bathroom, fidgeting as she checked the band-aid she had tried to wrap around her bleeding ear. She had cleaned the blood off her neck and breast, and the thin straps of her halter top hung loose around her arms. She stopped, looking from Derrick's smooth composed face to Becky's flushed, passionate one. "Let me get this straight," Becky snapped, trying to sound firm and commanding. "Your art teacher fucked you." "Yeah," Liz smiled back. "You walk into this home that we share and tell me you let you art teacher fuck you," Becky felt her jealous rage rising like a wave. "Um," Liz hesitated. "You're mine," Becky snarled. "You don't fuck anybody without my permission!" "Becky, I'm sorry," Liz said quietly. She'd been flirting with Professor Ashton long before she'd met Becky. The consummation of the chase had been completely separate in her mind from her relationship with the pretty blonde coed. Liz hadn't even thought about the idea that Becky might be upset. "What," Becky snarled. Her breath was coming in short, heavy gasps. She could feel her body growing warm with passion. Her nipples visibly hardened against her t-shirt. Liz looked at her blankly, shaken and silent in the face of Becky's anger. Becky stalked across the apartment until she was almost touching the other woman. Looming over Liz by the difference in their heights, Becky glared down at her. Liz looked up at the blonde coed, meeting her eyes meekly. Becky grabbed Liz's chin and kissed her passionately. She felt her lips bruise against Liz's teeth with the force of their embrace, her tongue thrust almost violently into the other woman's mouth. Liz moaned, her body melting against Becky's. After a moment, Becky sharply pulled her face away from Liz. "What did you say," Becky snarled quietly. "I'm sorry, mistress," Liz replied meekly. "I shouldn't fuck anyone without your permission, mistress. I belong to you. Only to you." Becky felt as if she couldn't breathe. She loomed over Liz, trying to be menacing and controlled. Trying to ignore the weakness in her knees as the intensity of her feeling for the other woman briefly overwhelmed her. "I did wrong," Liz continued, her eyes downcast, "I deserve to be punished." "Yes," Becky answered hoarsely. "Is that what you think?" "Please, mistress," Liz begged, her downcast eyes briefly flicking up to her lover's face, then away. "Please punish me." "Take your clothes off," Becky replied, her voice heavy. "While Derrick is here, mistress?" Liz whispered coyly. Right, Becky thought, Derrick who is standing behind us watching this. Which, she realized, was part of what she wanted. "Derrick," Becky said loudly enough for him to hear her. "Yes," Derrick's cool voice replied. "Liz needs to be punished for her indiscretion," Becky said. "She is yours." Derrick said evenly, "You are free to do what you will." "I would like you to witness her punishment," Becky continued in a rush. There, she'd said it. "I would be pleased to do so," Derrick replied and Becky thought she heard the desire in his voice. Becky turned her attention back to Liz. "I gave you a command, slut." "Yes, my mistress," Liz said huskily. The curvy brunette coed stepped out into the middle of the room, where both Becky and Derrick could see her clearly. With a smooth, sensual motion she pulled her halter top over her head and tossed it at Becky's feet. The pale skin of her firm, full breasts and taut belly seemed to shine in the light. Becky could see the faint bruising around one her hard nipples. With a slow smile, Liz untied her wrap-around miniskirt and let it fall to floor. The brunette turned slowly, displaying her firm ass, but all Becky could see was the red, swollen lips of Liz's clean shaven pussy. She imagined she could see the shine of the art professor's cum on her lover's wet folds. "The table." Becky said, with a sudden inspiration, "Bend over the table. You liked to be bent over a table and fucked so much. Now you'll be bent over and punished." Obediently, Liz turned and bent herself over the apartment's small dining table, presenting her raised ass to her mistress. Between her firm thighs, Becky could still see the slick, swollen folds of Liz's pussy. Eyes fixed on Liz's wet pussy, Becky stalked across the room and delivered a powerful blow to Liz's upturned backside. Liz yelped at the sudden sharp stinging pain. Becky unleashed all her jealously and frustration into a furious rain of open hand blows the feel on Liz's firm, upturned ass. The brunette coed yelped and twitched with each slap. "Punish me, mistress," Liz moaned, "Punish me." Becky continued remorselessly. Her hand stung from the force of the blows she delivered. Liz's ass grew red under the rain of blows. Liz's yelps became gasps and cries. Her body writhed under Becky's hands, trying to escape the pain of the savage spanking. "I'm sorry, mistress," Liz sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Panting, Becky stopped. Her hand ached and Liz's ass was bright red. Spanking was a regular part of their lovemaking but this, Becky realized, was something more. Becky felt breathless and giddy. She turned and look at Derrick. The dark haired man stood silently where he had been, unmoving. His dark eyes bored into her and, not for the first time, Becky wondered if he could see straight into her head. Only the hard bulge straining against his tight black jeans betrayed what was going on in his head. "I'm sorry, mistress," Liz continued to pant. Becky laid her hand lightly against Liz's red ass, stroking it. The brunette twitched and whimpered at the touch, but Becky's eyes stayed locked on Derrick. How far do I go, she wondered to herself. Turning suddenly, Becky stalked across the apartment to Liz's wide old bed. Without pretense, the blonde pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts, smaller and firmer than Liz's, swayed in cool air. Dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed, she quickly pulled her shorts and panties off and threw them as far across the room as she could. Since starting with Liz, Becky had shaven her pussy into a neat strip. Now under Derrick's dark, dominating gaze, without clothes and almost bare of hair, she felt more naked than she ever had before. Becky fixed her eyes on Liz, still bent over the dining table, her red ass raised in the air. Liz was a total slut, Becky thought. Willing to give it up any time, any place, to almost any one. Once, Becky had hated that as much as she had hated the brunette for her large breasts, taut belly, firm ass. But Liz was Becky's slut now. Hers, completely and totally. "Come here, lezzie Lizzie," Becky growled. "Crawl over here and please your mistress." Liz slid, liquidly, off the table and down to her knees. Arching like a cat, she turned to drop to all fours and crawled toward her mistress. Her heavy breasts swayed as she crossed the room. She cast a single, smoldering glance at Derrick, then fixed her eyes on Becky until she knelt before her mistress. Becky slid to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Without waiting, Liz lowered her face between her lover's thighs. Her tongue darted out, parting the wet folds of Becky's pussy. The blonde coed moaned as the fevered desire she hadn't realized she was feeling washed over her. "Oh god, Lizzie," Becky moaned, "My Lizzie... my beautiful Lizzie... Oh, yes. There. Oh, god... yes!" Becky's fingers tangled themselves in Liz's curly brown hair, pulling the other woman's face harder against her wet pussy. Becky's hips rocked as Liz's tongue probed deeply into her wet folds. Becky groaned wildly as the seeking tongue lashed against her sensitive clit. "That's it," Becky cried, "Oh my beautiful slut... yes, just like that. Don't stop, Lizzie. Ooooo... don't... stop." Liz buried her face into Becky's pussy, her tongue working feverishly. She moaned as Becky's fingers clenched in her hair, pulling her close. "Oh... oh... oh, god, Lizzie," Becky screamed. "Yes... yes... yyyyeeeessss!" Becky convulsed, curling inward around the center of pleasure when Liz's frantic tongue touched her pulsing clit. Pleasure rocked her to her core, blinding and ferocious. Liz's tongue continued to softly lap at her, sending sparks of sensation through her, waves of pleasure so intense they verged on agony. "Stop," Becky moaned, finally pushing Liz's head away, "Oh god, stop. That's enough." Shaking, Becky collapsed on the bed. Slowly, she looked up to see Derrick standing over them. Becky moaned as another tiny wave of pleasure washed over her at the realization of what the tall, dark man had witnessed. Glancing down, she saw Liz still kneeling in front of her. Smiling, Becky brushed her hand through Liz's hair. "My Lizzie," Becky sighed softly. Slowly, Becky pulled herself back up to sit on the edge of the bed. She turned to face Derrick, leaning back to display her full, flushed naked body. "Derrick," Becky said softly, "I want to thank you, for walking Liz home." "Most kind of you," Derrick answered in his soft, powerful voice. His dark eyes swept down across Becky's body, lingering in places that made Becky shudder inwardly. Derrick's gaze lowered further to examine Liz where she knelt. Becky saw Liz's breath quicken, her breasts heaving and her body quivering slightly under Derrick's intense dark eyes. Becky took a deep breath, preparing herself for a plunge. "Liz," Becky said, surprised by how ragged her own sounded, "I want you to thank Derrick properly for his kindness." Derrick turned his eyes back to Becky. She imagined she could feel his gaze, like the feather-light touch of cold steel sliding along her leg, up her belly, lingering over her pert breasts and hard nipples, before finally resting on her face. Becky met that dark gaze, refusing to be intimidated by the things she was firmly pretending she didn't see there. "I'll do whatever you wish, mistress," Liz's voice cut through the hypnotic power of those dark eyes. Becky could hear Liz's unashamed desire for Derrick. "Suck him," Becky commanded hoarsely, "suck his cock, Lizzie." Without visible haste, his dark eyes still locked on Becky's, Derrick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his shaft. Almost holding her breath, Becky dropped her gaze downward and gave a slight sigh. The rational part of her mind emerged from hiding for a moment to note that Derrick's penis was almost shockingly normal, lacking the piercings, tattoos or monstrous proportions her imagination might conjure. Not, Becky insisted to herself that she had ever spent time imagining Derrick's penis. Like the rest of him it was lean, sturdy and neat. His public hair was almost completely shaven and his hard shaft rose between his legs proudly. While Becky stared, Liz crawled forward to kneel in front of the dark man. Reaching out, Liz took hold of Derrick's jeans and pulled them slowly down to his ankles. Derrick watched her, then calmly pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside, while stepping neatly out of his pants. He stood naked before the two coeds. Becky felt awed by his supreme confidence, even naked, and cursed herself for being so affected by him. Becky watched as Liz ran her hands up Derrick's pale, muscular legs. Liz cupped his balls, light caressing them before leaning forward. Her dark curly hair fell around her face, blocking Becky's view of exactly what Liz was doing, but Derrick moaned softly, arching his back. His long-fingered hand tangled itself in Liz's hair, pulling her face closer. Derrick's other hand reached out to Becky. His dark eyes, shining now with lust, bored into her. Without words, he seemed to invite her to come to him. Becky rose to her feet and walked to his side. Derrick slid his arm around her back, pulling her close to him. His free hand cupped her pert breast. His fingers teased her nipple. Their faces were so close that they almost touched, and he smiled at her. For a breathless moment, Becky though he might kiss her, but he turned and looked back down at Liz, kneeling before him. He pushed Liz's hair back so they both could see her face as the brunette coed continued to lick and suck Derrick's balls. Becky looked down at Liz, and the brunette's bright blue eyes looked back up at her. Eyes locked on Becky's face, Liz licked her way slowly up Derrick's shaft. She swirled her tongue lovingly over the tip, then lowered her lips down over his dick. Derrick moaned. His hand tightened on Becky's breast, squeezing her nipple. Becky shuddered and pressed her naked body heavily against Derrick's lean frame. She watched in amazement as Liz slid her mouth down Derrick's dick. The brunette slowly bobbed her head up and down, each time swallowing more of the hard shaft. Derrick began to rock his hips, pushing deeper into Liz's mouth. Becky watched in awe as Liz struggled to accommodate him. She saw Liz convulse as Derrick pushed against the back of her throat, making her gag. Derrick paused, waiting a moment for Liz to steady herself, then pushed harder. Becky's eyes widened as his entire shaft disappeared into Liz's eager mouth. Derrick groaned. His fingers tightened in Liz's hair, holding her head still while he fucked her face with demanding thrusts. His other hand continued to massage Becky's breast, his fingers hot against her skin. Becky's hand caressed his firm chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He turned to look at her, their faces almost touching. His dark eyes burned with passion. Hungrily, Becky closed the distance between them, kissing him passionately. She moaned into his mouth. "I want you," Becky gasped when she finally pulled away. "Fuck me. Right now." Derrick smiled. With a deep sigh, he pulled his hard shaft from Liz's mouth. Gasping, her face and breasts slick with saliva and pre-cum, Liz fell back onto her heels. Becky saw Liz's hand between her legs and knew the brunette was vigorously rubbing her clit. Becky barely had time to think of it as Derrick turned to her. With steady unhesitating pressure, he pushed Becky backward. Becky's legs hit the bed suddenly, and she gave a panicked yelp as she fell back onto the bed. Derrick loomed over Becky, the power of his gaze holding her as he climbed onto the bed. Slowly, inexorably, his powerful hands closed over her wrists, holding her arms in place. His weight pushed down on her, pinning her to the bed. Becky looked up into Derrick's eyes and gasped. She had always known there was a kind of power behind his eyes, tightly controlled. She always carefully ignored it, denied it, pretended she didn't believe it. Now that power was unleashed. His dark eyes, raw, elemental and unforgiving, stripped away her pretensions, laid bare her fears and her desires. Becky saw the deepest, darkest recesses of her heart reflected in those terrible dark eyes. Becky was terrified. "Let go," Derrick's voice was a whisper, perhaps more thought than heard. "Surrender. You want this." "Oh god," Becky moaned. Derrick lowered his face to hers. His lips covered hers. His tongue probed her mouth. The kiss was irresistible, unstoppable. Becky moaned as Derrick's kiss unleashed her desire. She arched under him, helpless in the face of his power. It was like a fire, consuming her. She wanted him. She wanted to be consumed, completely. Slowly, patiently, he kissed his way down her neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire across her skin. Wild College Nights Ch. 03 "Oh God," Becky whimpered at the intensity of it. She felt his legs between hers, pushing them apart. She felt the hard length of his shaft rubbing against her thigh. Derrick's mouth moved lower. Fire spread across Becky's collarbone. Lower, down to her breasts. She arched under him as the flame surrounded her nipple. Her hips moved. She felt the tip of his shaft against her wet folds. She felt him arch above her. "Oh... oh..." Becky panted. "Do it. Yes... do it... now... please!" His chuckle seemed to fill her head. Derrick's tongue and teeth sparked intense feeling from her nipple. Her body writhed underneath him but his hands held her firm. His shaft brushed teasingly against her wet folds, grazing her clit, but no matter how she twisted and arched, he would not enter her. "Please," Becky moaned, "Fuck me!" With a deep groan that echoed in her head, Derrick entered her. Becky screamed. The storm of her own desire overtook her, ripping away thought and memory, obliterating self in a frenzy of raw, animal passion. Derrick thrust into her, filling her completely. His body covered hers, pinning her to the bed. She forgot words, grunting and thrusting with raw, unleashed lust. Her body tensed and she screamed again as her orgasm tore from her the last shreds of awareness, and darkness swallowed her whole. ***** Becky woke, naked and sticky. Liz lay next to her, arms wrapped around her, hands gently stroking her hair. Becky looked up at her friend. With a sudden convulsive motion, she grabbed Liz and hugged her tightly. Distantly, she was aware of tears streaming down her face. Even more distantly, she heard the mundane sound of the shower running. Derrick, Becky thought, oh God, Derrick. The shuddering, sobbing reaction overtook her again. She clung to Liz and wept. Slowly the tears stopped and Becky sat up. She felt drained and weak. She looked down and saw bruises and bite marks on her breasts, none of which she could remember receiving. She felt the warm, sticky flow of semen oozing between her legs. Her pussy felt bruised and raw. Becky took a deep, quavering breath. Despite everything, she realized, she felt free. Totally and completely liberated from something she hadn't even known was holding her back. The feeling was wonderful and frightening at the same time. "Are you ok," Liz asked in a gentle voice. "Yeah," Becky sighed. "I think so." "Is this a good time to mention that Professor Ashton invited us to a party," Liz said timidly. "Is this..." Becky looked at her friend in shock. Then she laughed, bright clean laughter settling her, bringing her back to the world. "Really, a party?" "It's not a good idea," Derrick's voice was soft, even and controlled, like it always was. Becky spun to face him. He looked the same, coolly composed, neatly dressed, only the slick wet hair betraying any hint of what had just happened. That, more than anything, was too much. "Not a good idea!?" Becky demanded, pushing herself to her feet, ignoring the wobble in her legs. "Is that what you think!?" "I..." Derrick began, but she cut him off. "You are not the fucking dom of me, mister," Becky shouted. "If I want to go to a party, there isn't a damn thing you can say about it! Just because we fucked, doesn't mean you own me!" "Becky..." Derrick backed up a step. Becky was to angry to see the concern and uncertainty on his face. "No!" Becky shouted, "You don't own me, buddy! Get the hell out!" Derrick hesitated a moment, desperately searching for something to say. Completely at a loss, he nodded slowly and walked out the door, closing it gently behind him. ***** In the hall outside Liz's apartment, Derrick ran his hand over his wet hair and cursed himself for an idiot. "That could have ended better," he said to the empty hallway. Derrick hoped Becky would forgive him, in time. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to give her. Regardless of what it did to his newfound friendship with these girls, he knew he could not let them go alone and unprotected to into John Ashton's clutches. Wild College Nights Ch. 04 "I'm afraid," Derrick said softly as he buttoned his neat black shirt. "Of Ashton?" Amber's gentle eyes studied the reflection of her master's face. The petite blonde coed lay comfortably sprawled on the bed, watching Derrick as he dressed. "Of what he'll do to Becky and Liz," Derrick admitted. "I should have warned them. I should have stopped them." "From what you've told me," Amber sighed, "you did try to stop them. Though it might have been better to tell them the truth instead of just ordering them around. You must have known Becky wouldn't respond well to that." "The truth?" Derrick scoffed. "I should have told them that John Ashton is a psychic vampire who feeds on pain, humiliation and despair? That he's already destroyed at least one girl?" "Well," Amber rolled over to lay on her back, "I might have gone with 'abusive son of a bitch' or maybe just 'rapist' and left out all the supernatural clap-trap." "Supernatural clap-trap?" Derrick growled, his voice resonant with strength and menace. Amber moaned, her body suddenly quivering. Breathing in ragged, uneven gasps, the blonde coed fought to regain control of herself. "Just because you can do That," she said when she could finally catch her breath, "doesn't make you some kind of warlock, and just because Ashton taught you how to do it doesn't give him power over you." Amber lithely pulled herself from the bed and came to stand behind her master, resting her hands on her his shoulders. She could feel the angry tension in his body. "He only has the power you choose to give him." Amber said gently. "When did you get so wise?" Derrick asked, favoring his lover with a fleeting smile. "I've always been like this," Amber teased and added, with sudden gravity, "Don't mistake submissive for weak, Derrick. I think you, and Ashton, will find your lovely Liz is tougher than you think." "Honestly," Derrick replied, "it's not Liz I'm worried about." Wild College Nights Ch. 04 "Wait," Becky gasped. "No, you can't... I don't... please..." "Hmmm," Masque purred, "how precious." As Masque knelt between Becky's legs, the coed struggled weakly. They couldn't do this, Becky thought, This isn't supposed to happen. Her body flinched, trying to jump away as the slimy plastic dick intruded between her ass cheeks. "Don't," Becky pleaded. "Please don't." "Darling, this is going to happen," Masque breathed. With one hand, she continued to relentlessly press the dildo against Becky's ass. The fingers of the other hand brushed gently against Becky's swollen pussy, teasing her folds apart. "You can relax and let it, or I can just push harder. Either way, this is going up your ass. One way will hurt less then the other. It's your choice." "No, please don't.... AAAHHH!" Becky shrieked as the dildo pushed harder against her anus. At the same time, her body shuddered as Masque rubbed her clit. Relax, Becky told herself. It couldn't be that bad. Liz had done it. She struggled to calm herself and found it surprisingly easy. The dreamy confusion of earlier still seemed to surround her. Only her panic and confusion had made her thoughts clear. Relax, she thought. Masque's fingers continued to tease her clit, making a pleasant counterpoint to the relentless pressure and burning as the dildo pressed against her ass. Slowly, the masked woman pushed the plastic dick against her. "Nooo!," Becky cried out as the tip finally pushed its way through her sphincter. Her cry dragged out into a ragged moan as the long shaft slowly sank into her ass, stretching her wide. Finally, Masque stopped pushing. Becky groaned, feeling painfully impaled. The masked woman twisted something and Becky gasped as the vibrator in her ass activated. Caitlyn's face loomed over her again, leering down at her. With a vicious smile, the dominatrix placed the second vibrator against Becky's clit, bracing it somehow so that it stayed against the coed's sensitive, wet bud. Becky moaned raggedly as both vibrators relentlessly stimulated her. With a dismissive laugh, Caitlyn turned her back on Becky.