We Rule the School Ch. 03

"Please don't hurt me anymore," she pleaded, breaking out into a soft sob. "I want to trust you, but I just feel so bad inside."

Javier pulled her head into his chest and let her cry a little bit. You fuckin' owe me, he thought. Simon was lucky to have such an amenable right-hand man.

"Baby, I don't ever want to hurt you. I just want to help you find your place, and help you accept who you are in this world. You're not going to be that uptight girl you were. You're gonna be our slut. But it doesn't have to be so bad. I'm gonna make you feel good, and then you'll know that I'll keep you safe and never let anything happen to you."

Chastity's head was swimming with contradictory impulses and thoughts. There was surely a part of her, hard-wired from growing up, that could never just accept being a slut. Nevertheless, what Javier promised sounded so much better than her life now. Freedom from the shame and the fear of being found out. She suddenly realized that Javier was the only person in the world she could possibly even be herself around now. An unbridgeable gulf, her secret shame, separated her from her old life. I am a slut, she realized.

As a show of acceptance and submission to Javier, Chastity wordlessly removed her clothes. By that point, she had resigned herself to another hard, nauseating session of face-fucking; Javier would probably pound her ass raw until he filled it with his cum, too. So when he pulled her into his body and kissed her, she was surprised. It was her first real kiss in quite some time.

Javier was gentle with her. Though he was pulling her hair, he did so only slightly, enough to bare her neck to his lips. He sucked her tender flesh while massaging the muscles of her neck with his tongue. Chastity, who had swallowed so much cum by that point, was nevertheless extremely inexperienced at sex and didn't know what she should be doing. Fortunately, Javier took the lead, driving her body where it needed to go and using his strong arms to cradle her into him. As her arousal grew, he moved to kiss and fondle her breasts. Of all the girls he had fucked at Simon's suggestion, Chastity might be the most beautiful, he thought. She had this amazing innocence: the rosy cheeks, the casual, wind-blown blonde hair, the thin but always cherry-red lips that set off her smooth, milky skin. Chastity was one of those rare girls who was neither too skinny, curvy, or muscled. Her body seemed so natural and feminine, and Javier felt himself swell as he caressed her womanly body.

In another world, a world without Simon, a girl like this would have been his dream. For now, he was doing a job, albeit one that no longer seemed like a chore. Simon had been clear: don't fuck her, make love. It was a different skill-set than the one he had been honing recently. Javier had never really been in love, but he thought that if he was in love with her, he would have made her feel like this, like she was treasured, like she was a prize.

Chastity began to slowly, tentatively remove his clothing. Every move she made still seemed fearful, as if she might make a mistake and bring back the fierce and abusive man who had first taken her anal cherry. The fear and trepidation, though, only made her more desirable. It was like this was her first time, and the feeling of insurmountable power he held over her heightened Javier's arousal. This girl wants to fuck me because she's afraid of me, he thought.

Once they were both nude, Javier slid between her legs to lap at her now dewy cunt. His tongue elicited a breathy moan. No one had ever done this before. Chastity felt a warmth spread throughout her body, as she relaxed fully for perhaps the first time in months, at least while sober, that is. Her fears and hesitancy, her wariness that at any moment dozens of vicious, mocking frat brothers would burst through the door evaporated, at least for the moment. It was that psychological release as much as Javier's ever-moving tongue that set her off, as waves of pleasure rippled throughout her body. For a moment, time and space stood still, subordinated to the one real thing—pleasure.

As her wits returned, Chastity realized something that would have seemed unthinkable before today. That was the best moment of my life. It wasn't the blissful haze of drugs—it was the feeling of a lifetime's worth of tension released in a wave of orgasmic pleasure. She suddenly felt like she could accept with stoic determination any punishment he would visit upon her, now that she had finally found relief.

Javier had no intention, at least not today, of punishing her, though. He pulled her in for a lingering, cum-flavored kiss. She tasted, again for the first time, her own tangy cunt. She didn't recoil, but accepted the experience as part of the whole. She sensed, almost intuitively, what would follow. As Javier moved beside her, she rose and took her place at the foot of the bed between his legs, gazing at his rippling muscles, flecked here and there with scars and the odd, small tattoo. He was more man than she had ever encountered, especially from those barbarian frat boys. They were really just boys—vicious, cruel boys, but boys nonetheless. Though most were older than Javier, at that moment he seemed to her to be the epitome of manliness.

Fortunately for Javier, sucking dick was one thing at which Chastity had a professional's level of experience. Simon's little deadlines had meant she'd learned, mostly through trial-and-error, the best ways to bring a man to a fully hard state, and how to get him off without the odd moments of teeth or inappropriate pressure that can ruin the momentum of a blowjob and cause her to suck for longer. She started what had become her routine, fondling his balls and delicately tracing her finger across his taint while oscillating her other wrist and pumping firmly at his shaft. Taking him as deep as she could, she did not neglect to swirl her tongue over his head and the sensitive area underneath. It was a phenomenal blowjob, but it was designed to get him off as soon as possible.

"Hey, slow down, baby," Javier said. "I'm not tryin' to cum just yet."

Chastity had expected, and even accepted, that Javier was going to cum in her mouth. Though she still loathed the salty, bitter taste of semen, she had submitted to his powerful dick and knew that a mouthful of cum would be the result. When he gently pulled her head from his cock and motioned for her to move her body up to kiss him, though, he shattered her expectations.

"I know you've probably swallowed a lot today. I just want to feel you from the inside, baby."

Chastity, not needing further instruction, lined up her slit with Javier's cock and sunk herself onto him. It took barely a moment for Javier's dick to fill her up, as her early orgasm had left her cunt glazed. The feeling of Javier inside her was thrilling. Chastity felt a sudden pang of doubt—what if I don't do it right, I don't make him happy?—before her body took over and she rocked her hips sensually, massaging his shaft with her clenching, undulating pussy. Javier pulled her body down to his, locking his lips with hers. Gyrating her pelvis into Javier's powerful dick while making out with him was the most genuinely erotic thing Chastity had ever experienced. There were no drugs, no coercion here, just two bodies completely in sync.

Chastity could feel something building inside her she'd never felt. Her first orgasm had been powerful, but superficial. It had spread through her head and across her skin. This feeling came from deep inside her, a feeling of fullness, and of an oncoming explosion she was powerless to stop. She wouldn't want to stop this feeling anyway—it was taking her over, causing her to make low, guttural moans that sounded like they came from someone else. Suddenly, Javier effortlessly rolled her over onto her back and began pulling her body into his, hands grabbing her firm, round ass and pulling her into him, as if she could never get close enough to him despite how deep his cock burrowed inside her. Meanwhile, he took first a nipple, and then an entire mouthful of breast into his mouth, a gesture both animalistic and affectionate.

For a second, she stopped breathing and thought this was what dying would be like. Then she let loose a high-pitched wail as her second orgasm crashed over her body like a massive wave on the beach. The feeling was like a rippling series of little orgasms, each one almost as strong as her first, as he ceaselessly thrust himself into her. She also felt a warm feeling inside herself, and realized that Javier was filling her with his seed. At that moment, she fervently wished he was impregnating her.

After remaining inside for little while longer, Javier finally withdrew his exhausted cock from her warm, inviting cunt. He turned to Chastity to see her crying, not the convulsive, emotional heaving of before, but instead a soft, joyful cry. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed or ashamed, but nevertheless reached over to dry her tears. She looked into his eyes, searching for signs of love or hate, the only things she'd ever gotten from him.

"I know I don't deserve anything from you," she said, "but I.."

Chastity's beatific glaze suddenly became pensive. She was searching for her courage, what little remained.

"I can be good to you. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I know I'm a slut now, but I'll be your slut. Just make me feel like this."

Javier knew he couldn't promise her much. Most girls wouldn't exactly be losing their shit over a quick and easy fuck, but this girl was different. Simon had mind-fucked her so hard that she was ready to throw herself at him for a couple of sweet words and a chance to cum without getting "sperm bank" written on her forehead in permanent marker. Christ, what a psycho, he thought of Simon, not that he was exactly innocent in this whole charade.

"Baby, I'll be here for you. I can't get you F and I can't make it so you don't gotta go there. But when you need me, I'm here."

"Do you have to go?," she asked plaintively, obviously letting her preference known.

"Nah, baby, I got all night."

Chastity nuzzled her head into Javier's chest, pushing her full breasts into his side.

"When you're ready, I... I want you to do it to me again. If you want to."

Javier was sure he could fulfill her request.

***

It was Sunday, a few days after their argument, before Simon saw Katie again. The positive report he received from Javier meant he could focus on this part of his plan almost exclusively. Chad was organizing the regular logistics of the Halloween party, although he was proving resistant to Simon's demand that the party consist only of brothers and a guest list Simon had approved. There was plenty of time for Javier and a handful of the more reliable brothers to secure the night's entertainment and make sure that the visiting elder statesmen saw the positive changes he was bringing to Alpha Delta.

Simon heard the bell he had installed ring. He ascended the staricase from the sub-basement into the dingy, but spacious area where the brothers held their regular nightly parties. Sully approached him, his eyes glazed over most likely from a couple of bong hits.

"Your, like, lady is here," he said.

Simon didn't appreciate his tone. He thought there was a possibility that he'd drive Katie to come here, to a place she feared and even hated. Before the fight he provoked, they had spent time in her room, in the coffee shop near the campus drag, just about everywhere but the AD house. He needed to set up tonight properly.

"On the way. "

When he received Katie into the impressive entryway, he hoped the days apart had been painful for her. If so, it would make his plans that much easier to pull off.

"Hey, can we get out of here?," she asked him. "I think we really need to talk."

She seemed like a bundle of nerves. Simon agreed and told her he knew where they should go. Whisking her away in his car, Simon brought her to a little spot outside of town, a tiny, well-appointed restaurant surrounded by the immense pines of the forest. This isn't the kind of place you break up with someone, Katie thought, so at least I've got that going for me.

"I want to make myself clear right away," Simon told her. "I'm not telling you to stop writing, or quit being the person you are just to spend more time with me. The passionate, strong person you are—that's who I fell in love with."

Simon and Katie had never used the "L word" before. It represented a calculated ploy to throw her off.

"But I don't feel like there's room in your life for me. I understand, you're kind of a rockstar now, and I'm just a regular guy at heart. But you're holding back from me. I never get the whole you—the real you."

Simon's accusations were utter bullshit, and he, of course, knew it. He had ginned up precisely the kind of fight that would arouse Katie's emotions without calling into questions any of her feelings for him.

"You love me?," she asked, her voice quavering.

"Yeah, dummy," he answered. "I thought you said girls were smart."

The humor and the seemingly genuine confession of love disarmed Katie.

"I love you too. I'm so sorry. I thought I had to hold you at arm's length to follow my dreams. I didn't think I could have both."

A waitress was approaching, and Simon felt relieved to know he could climb down from this emotional act a bit and regroup. He was getting better at this, but it still took concentration. He sensed that there might not be a better moment than this to advance his plan.

"Look, there's something I want to do, but I would only ever do it with you. One of the guys got some ecstasy, and he gave me some. It supposed to open you up and make you feel closer to people. I don't want to take it alone or with anyone else, but if you're OK with it, I think we should do it together."

Katie was a bit shocked. Simon had a beer or two now and then, but never seemed interested in drugs before. She had to assume that Simon really thought they could get closer that way.

"I'll do it with you—when, tonight?"

"Yeah," Simon said, "but at your place. I don't want to be around those guys at all."

Katie felt good, like she always did when Simon criticized his brothers. She had "done E" before, not knowing it was a pretty weak and attentuated dose. Full strength E would have knocked her on her ass—a dose of Effitol meant that ass would get fucked instead.

"OK, we'll do it," she said, "tonight."

She had come with Simon halfway expecting him to break up with her. Now, they were going to share an intimate and powerful experience together. The quiet, romantic spot Simon had chosen reminded her in its way of their first date, the first night they'd slept together. I was in love with him even then, she thought.

***

April's face was buried in Claire's gushing snatch when they heard a knock at the door.

"Get that, sweetie," Claire entreated April. "But wipe your mouth first."

April didn't offer any resistance to Claire's will. In truth, she was happy to get a chance to stop tonguing her girlfriend's box, as she didn't really enjoy the experience. What she enjoyed even less was the sight before her—Javier with a couple of large boxes.

"Evenin' bitches," he said with a curious blend of malice and joviality. "Got your costumes for tonight."

Javier made an exaggerated sniffing sound, lifting his nose in the air.

"Is that... pussy I smell?"

April was mortified, but Claire seemed unfazed.

"Damn girls, I'm sorry for interrupting."

Javier grabbed April by the waist and pulled her in close, acting like he was going to whisper in her ear while speaking loud enough for Claire to hear.

"Tongue-fucking ya girl in the AM—how do you two keep the magic alive?"

Claire flipped Javier the bird, but their rapport was almost playful. She didn't even seem to mind his hands all over her girlfriend.

"Well, you know I could bend both you sluts over and set you both straight, but I got a car full of this shit. Later."

April and Claire were once again alone. Claire started to pull down her shorts, eager for April to get back to eating her pussy. April dragged herself back to her spot at the foot of the bed.

"Baby, take that shirt off," Claire asked in a pouty, baby voice. "I want you free."

Sitting up to strip her shirt off and show Claire her gravity-defying tits, April suddenly had a thought.

"What do you think I'll have to do at the party?"

Both of them assumed that the Halloween party they would be forced to attend that evening would include some form of public sex for Claire. But thus far, April's maid assignment had not included anything that would remind her of the fateful night Javier and the dozen or so Alpha Deltas had gangbanged her.

"They can't make you do anything," Claire replied, suddenly serious. "We have a deal. And he keeps them, even when you know he doesn't want to."

Claire soften her voice back to the cooing, lover's voice.

"Now come back here baby. And bring the big double-sided one with you."

It wasn't long before their clits would meet in the middle, each impaled on her own side of the foot long purple rubber dildo.

***

It was Halloween, and there was a distinct chill in the air. The Alpha Delta house looked amazing, decorated to look genuinely scary. Chad and the decoration committee (the idea of a fraternity decoration committee caused Simon to crack an evil smile) had done well. The entire entry hall, the two big common rooms, and even the kitchen was covered in faux cobwebs and fake, but from a distance convincing touches of gothic horror. It looked like a Hollywood vision of a medieval torture chamber. The fraternity's basement, where most of the festivities would take place, needed less decoration, since it already looked like the inside of a slaughterhouse. It was a bit less scary, a bit more cartoonish horror. No one would really be afraid of a room with a couple of giant punch bowls, after all.

The ADs were in subdued moods, though. In years past, their Halloween parties had been major campus draws. When Simon closed the party to only his invitations, there was grumbling, but most brothers assumed Simon would make it up to them like he always did. After all, three out of the five maids he hired regularly got them off in the most degrading and inventive ways.

Javier had already started arriving around 3 PM with the first of his deliveries, and Simon led him down with his quarry to the sub-basement, below the floor where the party would take place. A text from his father told him that the trustees would arrive at the party by 9 PM. That should have been plenty of time to complete the preparations for his big night.

Katie was wrapped around his finger. Just a couple of days before, he had convinced her to take F with him. Little did she know that he cheeked the pill and spit out at first chance. Once he had gotten her under the influence, Simon had his way with her. Some of his favorite degrading practices would be out of the question, unfortunately, since he couldn't leave any marks. He especially enjoyed whipping sluts and writing what he saw as simply accurate descriptions of their character and appearance on their bodies in black marker. He didn't want Katie to wake up and realize she'd been used, though, so he held himself in check, only doing to Katie's body what wouldn't leave a physical trace. He even held off on her ass, although he had ulterior motives for that choice as well. As for her mind—for the first couple hours, that was all but shut off. What she would remember was what came afterwards, the attentive lover, seemingly indefatigable, satisfying the deep hunger for stimulation in her throbbing cunt. The time before wasn't even a hazy memory—it was wholly lost to Katie.