24 Hours a Slave Ch. 02

The following week lasted a year for Alison. She tried not to make direct eye contact with Ryan in class or in the hallways, but the hatred of him couldn't help but ooze out of her. Thursday night she received a text from an unknown number.

Meet me at the gym entrance at 7:00am tomorrow. She could guess who it was.

With a deep breath, Alison stepped out of her car. She wore a skirt, as ordered, and the butterflies in her stomach writhed at the thought of why. She glanced at her watch as she approached, only 17 hours to go.

He was waiting for her there, his smirk proud and malicious. Alison scowled back at him, trying to gauge the situation as he looked her up and down. His hands were empty, a good sign, but she was sure that he had planned something.

"My books," he slung his backpack off and into her arms. It was abnormally heavy.

"What's in here? Rocks?" Alison retorted, following him into the building.

"No, just every textbook I've been assigned since sophomore year. I thought today would be a good day to turn them in, since I won't be the one carrying them," he gave her a smug smile over his shoulder. Alison tried to replicate it, rage boiling inside of her once again.

To her surprise, when they reached the physics classroom, Ryan pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked it.

"Where'd you get those?" She asked, hesitantly following him in. School wouldn't start for another 20 minutes and their physics teacher was always late.

"Teacher Assistant perks," he winked as he locked the door behind her, turning the lights off. The butterflies in her stomach began to flap and twist. What was he going to do to her? The backpack in her arms was heavy, but when she moved to set it down her stopped her.

"We can't be losing that," he murmured, his voice low and quiet.

The light coming in under the door wasn't enough to see where he was in the dark, and again she felt that twinge of lust behind her frustration.

Cool fingers began to draw up the backs of her legs. They paused at the sensitive skin just below her ass and gently fondled and caressed her cheeks. His hands massaged and prodded, stopping after a moment so that he could pull her panties down to her ankles.

Alison bit her lip, afraid to make a sound. People were starting to mill about the hallway outside, and they might hear.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, now standing in front of her. Alison liked to think she'd punch him if her arms weren't full. She frowned and kept it closed, the small act of rebellion stirring a little bit of pride inside of her.

"I said, open your mouth," his voice was darker now, quieter yet so much more intense. It remained closed. With a soft growl, his lips met hers, one hand in her hair and the other at the nape of her neck. Alison couldn't fight back, it was like he was her drug. She couldn't never keep her thoughts straight around him, let alone resist the temptation he offered. That temptation to let him have complete control of her body was sweeter than honey.

His tongue teased her lips, craving more and more. Alison could barely stop herself from melting under his hands, under his kiss. She was getting addicted to this mixture of hate and lust. A soft groan escaped her as began to nibble at her lower lip, but before she could react, something hard was in her mouth.

"Wet this for me, slave," the last word was added like a victory. She let her tongue run over the object, though the rage began to build inside of her again. Why had she let herself get so immersed in him. She'd be able to never speak to him again once the clock struck midnight.

Once Ryan was satisfied, he gently pulled the toy from her mouth, smiling smugly at how she scowled in the dim light. Alison braced for whatever he was about to shove inside of her as he knelt down, but he tutted disapprovingly.

"You're going to have to relax a bit, given how tight you are," he looked up at her with mock sympathy. Alison squirmed, thinking back to the pantry that night. What had she gotten herself into? She tried to relax but couldn't. Juices began to drip from her, but the backpack was too heavy in her arms.

"I can't," she tried to sound unaffected by his presence.

"Hmmm, let me have that," he took the bag from her, and before she could make a sound, she was bent over a table, skirt thrown up, ass out. He nudged her feet apart so that her legs were spread, and tested her opening with the toy. She automatically clenched, one part embarrassment, one part spite. Until he began.

His tongue was cool and wet, teasing her clit. Alison tried her best to stay closed, to make this hard for him, but she was already dripping, and he was skilled. She clutched the sides of the table but it was no use.

A moan echoed through the empty classroom as he continued. The build to the climax was slow, but stronger than anything she'd ever felt. His tongue flicked gently against her sensitive nub, just enough to make her cry out for more. She was getting dangerously close to orgasm.

"Ah, perfect," he pulled away just in time to leave her hanging on the top of the rollercoaster, and slid the toy into her with painful slowness. She ached to cum, she was so close. All it would take was a thrust of that dildo or a flick of her clit, and she'd have sweet release. Instead he replaced her skirt, and removed her panties.

"You ass!" She protested, reaching for her undergarments. "Give those back!"

He grinned and shook his head.

"If you'd been a good girl you could have kept them," he murmured, taking her chin in his hand. Alison spat, right in his face. He just smirked and licked the spittle from his cheek, his tongue languorous, as if he were savoring her saliva. A flush couldn't help but rise to Alison's cheeks, both angered and flustered at the action.

Just then the door opened, the lights flickering on at the motion. Alison quickly righted her skirt, watching her panties vanish into a pocket. Their physics teacher entered the room.

"Good morning," Ryan chirped, nodding at him.

"Morning, here early today?" the teacher responded, looking over at the two of us as he sat down at his desk.

"Just helping Alison with a few difficult concepts, I hope you don't mind me using the key so early," Ryan sounded utterly sincere as he motioned to the whiteboard covered in equations. Just then, the bell rang, and students began to file in. Alison shot Ryan a scathing glare and sat down at her spot at the front of the room. He sat in the middle, three desks behind her and a little to the right, so hopefully he wouldn't be able to torment her during class.

As she sat back down, a gasp escaped her. The toy inside of her thrust further, and it was much larger than she'd expected. She tuned out the chuckle from behind and tried to situate herself comfortably. After making sure her skirt was tucked underneath her, she risked a glance back. Ryan was busy chatting with some other douchebags, so she pulled her papers from her bag and began to look over them. She couldn't help but squirm on the toy, it was just too big for her.

Then it began to vibrate.

Another gasp flew out of her as she dropped her pencil. It moved so deep inside of her, and though only gentle, her proximity to orgasm began to shorten even further. She was already so close, nearly climaxing when it stopped abruptly. And as she slipped her hand under the desk to finish herself, there was a cough from behind her. She scowled back at Ryan, who shook his head, a small black box on his desk. Her pussy was dripping again, yearning to just finish.

The vibrations started small again, teasing her, stopping just before she could climax. She was nearing the point where even the tiniest of shifts would bring her to orgasm.

"Alison," the teacher called from the front of the room. He was working a complicated problem on the board. "What did you get for problem 9?" He asked, looking expectantly at her.

"Uh..." her mind was foggy and she hadn't been paying attention. She looked down at her paper but she hadn't answered the question on the homework.

"Are you feeling well?" He asked, legitimately looking concerned. "You look at little feverish."

"N-no. I mean, yes I'm f-fine," she tried to answer but Ryan had turned on the vibrator again, and it was all she could do to stop herself from crying out with sexual frustration.

"Ryan, could you take Miss Alison to the nurse. I think she might need to go home," the teacher called back.

"Of course sir," Ryan responded. She could hear the fake respect in his voice as he stood and made his way up the aisle. At least he'd turned the vibrator down. Alison shakily stood, and couldn't help but lean on Ryan for support as they exited the room. To her dismay, the nurse's office was empty. She was out today, and Ryan had the key.

Once inside, she fell to the floor. She was so close to orgasm.

"P-please," she moaned, clutching to his pant leg.

"Begging won't get you anywhere dear, you have to earn it," his voice was unyielding. She helped him unzip his fly and took his cock in shaking hands. The vibrator was still running on low, just enough to keep her on the edge, but not enough to send her over it. She began to rub him, his dick lengthening and hardening in her fingers. Hesitantly, her tongue began to caress his tip, taking it into her mouth. She began to move, slowly at first but picking up speed.

His fingers gently pulled her hair from her face and into a ponytail, an oddly sweet gesture. Until he pressed firmly on the back of her head, forcing her further onto his cock. She gagged, taking nearly his full length down her throat, and gasped for breath. He began moving her head and thrusting, and the vibrator speed began to increase. She moved with him, sucking and letting her tongue pleasure him, crazy with lust.

His thrusts began to slow, harder now, and she could taste his salty cum filling her mouth and flooding down her throat. With a groan she pulled back, but he held her there. His fingers reached down and plugged her nose, and she was forced to swallow.

"Clean me off and you can have your reward," he whispered in her ear. Almost eagerly, she sucked the remaining cum from him, savoring the slight shiver that ran through him at the sensitivity. She couldn't help but suck a little longer than needed, making him squirm under her power.

But the vibrator inside of her was churning away, and she was so close. She gasped as he lifted her from the floor and bent her over the counter, lifting her skirt to see her dripping, throbbing pussy.

"Oh you've had fun this morning," he teased, twisting the vibrator around a bit. She groaned with pleasure.

"Please j-just..." She couldn't finish, her breaths were short and shallow. He began to move the toy inside of her, teasingly slowly. His tongue met her clit again, and with a final thrust, she was falling apart.

She trembled at the ground shaking orgasm. An erotic moan slipped past her lips, uncontrolled and carnal. She finally had release.

But he kept going.

The thrusts were hard and deep, her trembling legs couldn't support the lust that dripped from her. She was so sensitive, every movement beautifully torturous. She cried out again, clutching onto the sides of the counter for support as he continued to pleasure her.

"R-Ryan!" She was being driven crazy with sex. "I c-can't handle it!"

After a moment, he slowed, her body shivering with pleasure as he pulled the toy from her.

"My, my. You're awfully demanding. I ought to stick you with this on full blast, tied up in a closet somewhere," she sat up and watched as he ran his tongue along the length of the toy, tasting her the entire eight inches. He then took her chin in his hand, holding her there.

"You're free until after school, then you're mine for the night."

And with that, he slid the dildo into her mouth, down her throat, and walked out, leaving her gagging on her pleasure.