"Is she a transfer?" I asked.
"From where, Jersey Shore?" Stuart scribbled another note. The tutor finished explaining what he wanted us to do. "Please split up into groups of four." I counted the people to my left, and right. If he went the way I expected him to, she would end up in my group. My heart beat faster as I stole another glance at her. She was brunette, blue eyed, and extremely pretty. She looked like she should be modelling, not sitting in my physics class. She was wearing a tight pink top that complimented her tanned skin, long earrings and a tiny skirt. Groups began to form. Stuart turned to me. "Aidan? Hello?" Fuck. I had just been staring at her, letting the noise and activity of the class wash over me.
"Oh yeah," I murmured. Melanie scooched her chair over near me. "So we'll do a rough of the presentation. Melanie I know you're good with motion and Aidan you're good at well... everything."
"Rude." The brunette spoke. "I'm supposed to be in your group, and you haven't even introduced yourselves."
"I'm sorry," Stuart said, sounding perplexed. "I'm Stuart and this is Melanie and Aidan. And you are?"
"Krystal," she told us, flicking her hair. "With a K."
"Nice to meet you." Melanie offered her hand. Krystal recoiled in disgust.
"Well," Stuart frowned. Stuart didn't have the best social skills, but he could tell that was brutally unfriendly. So could I, and I was a social fail. "Let's get on with it then." We each started working on the parts Stuart assigned us, writing in our note books. "Krystal maybe you could come up with an introduction?" Stuart asked her. "Just something summarising the topic and maybe a sentence or two about what you know?" He smiled. He was giving her the benefit of the doubt, or at least he seemed to be. I heard Melanie mutter, "Bet the only thing she knows is what colour Jennifer Aniston's hair is this week." Melanie was a sweet girl, but Krystal had been so rude.
I gulped and got on with my own work, and tried not to look at her. She sat there popping her gum, looking at the ceiling and huffing. She rolled her eyes and said "Bored..." to herself. I frowned. She was expecting us to do all the work while she sat there being cool. She rolled her eyes once more before getting out her phone and playing Angry Birds. She popped her gum, loudly. It started to ping on my nerves. She was so beautiful but she was a brat. Stuart decided the best course of action was to ignore her. Melanie cleared her throat a couple times and shot her a meaningful glance, but it bounced right off. "How long till this class ends?" Krystal asked. "I'm bored."
"So you said," Stuart commented, gritting his teeth a little to keep from saying more.
"Yeah you made that clear," Melanie snapped.
"Hmph," said Krystal, crossing her arms. Her blue eyes got bigger every time I looked at them. They were so clear.
"I could help you..." I said.
"Sure," she said and smiled nicely. I smiled back. "Do the work, put my name on it, and leave me the fuck alone." I felt like she punched me in the stomach.
"Whoa," Stuart growled. "That is out of line."
"So is that shirt," Krystal snapped back.
He took a deep breath. "We're not putting your name on this. If you want to be in this class you work otherwise you can just leave."
"You think I want to be here?" she asked. "My father is loaded. Our bathroom is bigger than your whole dirty share house. But he says I need to "broaden my horizons". Not just rely on his cash. So I'm taking this stupid class and going to this stupid university so he thinks I'm smart, and gets off my back. So just do the work, put my name on it, and I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can. And get back to spending the day having mine done. OK?"
"If you're doing this class to impress your father why not learn something?" Stuart countered.
"Because. I don't. Fucking. Want. To." Krystal set her face hard.
"We're not putting your name on it," he said, refusing to give in.
Krystal examined him, before reaching into her purse and getting a green one hundred dollar note. "Would this change your mind?"
Stuart snorted in disgust. Melanie frowned. I said, "I'll take it."
The other two stared at me. "I need the money. I can tutor her..."
Krystal put her finger up to interrupt, but I stopped her.
"I'm not going to let you put your name on it unless you do something. And by the way you do need to pass an exam and you won't be able to cheat on that so you will need to know at least the minimum. I can help you."
She thought about, sighed, and handed me the money. "Better be worth it, Geek," she snarled. "I could get a manicure with that."
"My name is Aidan."
"Whatever!"
I dragged her, kicking and screaming, through the most basic mental concepts as Melanie and Stuart finished off the presentation. She didn't even have knowledge of kindergarten precepts, let alone university level physics. It would take forever to get her up to speed. Stuart put her name on it out of respect to me, but I knew that he would want to have a private talk with me later and he wasn't pleased. As the weeks went by I tutored Krystal in class. I asked her to come to my house but she refused, saying I was too creepy to be alone with and not in a public place. I used the money to pay my rent and a little of my hex debt. It was hard earned. I not only had to deal with her being as difficult as possible, but I was getting behind in my own work and we had a big lab due soon. On top of that, Krystal was always distracting me with low cut tops, short skirts and plenty of make-up. I was beginning to think she just got off on the whole thing. I shouldn't care if she failed. She was paying me anyway. But I had always done things properly. Normally I was such a wuss, but somehow I was able to be dominant when I was around her. Mostly out of necessity. I would even grab her arm or turn her face to me, grasping her soft skin in my finger and thumb, I held her chin and ordered her to concentrate for the millionth time. Oddly enough this one thing she didn't object to.
"Krystal we're really behind. I don't think I can tutor you anymore because my own work is suffering so much."
"You can't just abandon me! Exams are coming up." She pouted at me with her glossy full lips. She was wearing the square cut, low maroon top. Cleave galore.
I sighed. "You fight me every step of the way."
"It's hard for me," she whined. "I've never had to really work before. Most people just give in to me but you're making me do something..."
"Yes, I am making you listen. But I can't make you pass the exam. And if I go on like I am giving all my attention to you I will not pass either."
"Come on," she frowned. "We're doing good enough aren't we?"
"No!" I said. "I'm not happy with mediocre grades. Nor you should you be, but I know you have a different prerogative. Not all of us have rich fathers to fall back on."
She gave me a cold look, looked right through me before saying, "You're always asking me to come to your house to study. How about I come over tonight? Then will you keep tutoring me?"
"Yes," I answered after a pause. I tried not to reveal how much I wanted this. "That will work."
She arrived forty minutes late, of course. She sauntered in and dropped her shopping bags on the floor. "Shall we get started?" she asked breezily. I growled. She bent over to refasten the ankle strap on her ridiculous heel. She obviously mean for me to see her butt in her tight, tiny navy shorts. Teasing me again.
I heard a loud "smack" and took me a second to realise I had slapped her butt. She stood up slowly and turned to face me, her eyes wide. I was horrified. What if she ran out of her screaming? What if she told everyone? What if...
"I probably deserved that," she shrugged, rubbing her bottom. What? Did Krystal want me to touch her? She sat down on the couch and took out her books and glittery pencil case. I fetched my stuff from the bedroom. She was really good for the first half an hour. "Good girl, Krystal," I praised her. She was really quite pleasant company when she wasn't being such a brat. If this was the effect of one slap, I wondered what some real discipline would do for her. Maybe that's what she wanted, needed. I started to imagine her tied up, helpless, and having to follow my commands. I looked out onto the street. I got up and drew the curtains. I asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She said a glass of water.
When I got back she was watching the TV. I snatched the remote from her hand. "We're not done yet," I growled.
She turned to me and smirked.
"I'm warning you," I told her, "I've reached my limit."
"Fuck you," she said quietly, almost dreamily.
"Is that what you want?" I asked her.
She continued to stare at me. She looked quietly interested. Then she smirked again and said, "Just do the assignment yourself. I don't care about the exam anymore. I've decided just to tell Daddy I quit. He'll get over it."
I tried to breathe but I was too mad to even get in oxygen. This was a game for her, an activity. Something to do until she decided to chuck it in. This was my life. My future. I had spent so many hours teaching her because I wanted her to pass her exam. Because somewhere, deep down, I thought there was more to this beautiful girl than a shallow bitchy child. I cared for her... But she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve anything.
"I can't believe I wasted my time on you!" I roared.
She looked frightened for a second, then shot back. "I paid you!"
"That's not why I did it, Krystal!"
"I don't care. I'm leaving, you ugly loser. So don't ever call me again, or I'll have you arrested."
"For what?"
"I'll think of something," she snarled. She started packing up her stuff.
I jumped on her, seeing red. I grabbed her wrists and pressed them into the back of the couch. She struggled like a mad cat and I sat on top of her in her lap. She was grunting, struggling. I stared into her blue eyes. "Get off me!"
"No," I said. "You need to learn a lesson. You can't just tease guys, lead them on and treat them like shit. And play with people's lives."
"I wasn't... uh, fuck you!"
"If that's what you want." I forced her wrists together and held them in one hand. My hands are large and her wrists felt tiny. I used my other hand to slap her face. She whimpered. Her make up was smudged with sweat, black around her blue eyes. "Please, Aidan," she tried a different tactic. "Just let me go. I'll make it up to you somehow."
I softened as I looked at her face. I began to loosen my hold. She jumped up, kneed me in the balls and started grabbing her bags. She obviously wasn't that scared if she didn't just run out of there. I came up behind her and grabbed her in a bear hug around the waist. She kicked and screamed, her legs rising off the floor. I forced one hand over her mouth. "Shut up," I growled into her ear. I dragged her into the bedroom. She went limp which only made her heavier, but she was so small it didn't matter to me. I tossed her on the bed. She was laying on her stomach. She crawled forward a little. I removed my belt. I embedded my hand into her brunette hair to keep her still, my hand curled into a fist. To move would cause her great pain. I drew my other hand back and lashed her tight round bum with the belt, giving her three strokes. She moaned and whimpered into the bed covers.
"You've asked me for this," I reminded her. "In so many ways." I took her wrists in one hand, planning to secure them with the belt. She seemed to come back to life. She crawled rapidly across the bed and turned to face me. "Get away from me, you psycho!" She was really afraid now, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. Her face looked pale despite her customary bronzer. Her shiny brown hair was messy, the perfect curls tangled. She looked edible.
She said nobody ever said no to her, controlled her, dominated her. Well I was going to show her somebody could, and would give her what she needed. What she deserved. I grabbed her ankle and felt the smooth skin as I dragged her to the end of the bed. She screamed and I slapped her face hard. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. I took off her top. It was so tight it was hard to get off. Once I had it I used it to shove in her mouth. To prevent any more screaming. She tried to elbow me but I grabbed her arm and squeezed it so hard she yelped through her gag. I secured her wrists behind her back and used the belt to knot them together tightly. She breathed heavily. I watched a bead of sweat drip down her neck. I unhooked her bra and felt her soft glorious breast. I rubbed the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she moaned. I squeezed harder and she flinched and squealed. "Poor girl," I said. "So helpless. Being treated badly by someone who doesn't care about your feelings. Feels different on the other side, doesn't it?" She nodded. I stared into her eyes. She looked stupid with the red top stuffed into her face. "I'll take out the gag only if you agree not to scream. Are we clear?"
Krystal nodded and I removed the top. She panted before drawing a breath and then hollering, "Help!" at the top of her lungs. I shoved the top back in and turned her over. I unbuttoned her shorts but she kicked with her legs vigorously making it nearly impossible. Still, I kept at it and forced them off her. She screamed through the gag and kept kicking as I yanked her little lacy panties down. I worked them down her smooth legs and tossed them to the floor. Her bottom was beautiful, round and creamy and impossibly delicious. I gave her a few smacks. I admired the large pink hand prints on her creamy pale cheeks. My mark.
She breathed hard. She was resting against me. Not fighting me for now. "You might start kicking again, dear." I went into my drawers and found a scarf. I pushed her properly onto the bed so she was lying on her back. Her breasts spread out a little but they were still perky. Her pink nipples were hard. I took in the sight of her perfect legs, toned stomach, and her pussy which was shaved except for a landing strip. I spread her legs and ran my finger along her slit. She was wet. Her pussy twitched under my fingers as I lightly stroked the whole thing. When I took my hand away she whimpered.
She was fighting me, but she was wet. I secured her ankles with the scarf, knotting it several times around. "What will I do with you now, my dear?" I climbed onto the bed and began kissing her legs. I bit into her tasty thigh. She moaned and bucked. I felt the outside of her pussy before pushing my finger inside. She panted and writhed. I pushed two fingers inside and bit her thigh again, harder. She cried out. I put another finger in her wet cunt and worked them back and forth, finger fucking her. Her body responded and she moved against my hand, waiting it deeper, wanting more. I removed my fingers all of a sudden. She whined beneath the gag.
"You want me, don't you?" I asked her. She stared at me and shook her head vigorously. "Still fighting me?" I asked. I trailed my finger very lightly on her clit, then rubbed the outline of circles. She clenched. "But you're so wet." I knew I was torturing her, just barely touching her clit like this. I'm a geek, but I know women have very sensitive clitorises. I slapped her breast and watched it wiggle. It was a sight to behold, that white pretty flesh jiggling. She flinched as I degraded her, slapping her face and breasts, not hard enough to hurt, just to let her know who was in control. She wasn't screaming now.
I lay down on the bed next to her and turned her to face me. I took the gag out and began kissing her. My body jolted as she kissed me back. "You can't do this," she whispered. "I would never fuck you. Despite whatever my... body is doing, as soon as I can get away I will go straight to the police. And my father will kill you." Her face turned sour. She leaned her head back and tried to head butt me. I grabbed her around the throat. I lifted her legs and maneuvered myself into position. I thrust my hard dick inside her. Her pussy was tight. I fucked her hard and fast, so hard all she could do was attempt to catch a breath. I held her legs up with my hands as I worked her pussy. I listened to her moan. She wriggled on my cock as I pressed into her. I looked down to watch my dick moving in and out of her. I could see her pussy and her ass from this angle. I slid out of her, so I could change positions. I moved her so she was bending over the side of the bed. I held her hips and felt the deep warm pleasure as I slid into her again. She gasped. I pumped her body like a toy. She panted and squeaked as I fucked her. I reached around and rubbed her clit. She came and the vibrations shuddered through my dick. I pumped furiously and came a few seconds later. I held her body so it could receive all of what I had to offer. She bucked as she felt the warmth gushing into her. I lay down on the bed and caught my breath. "You came," I said. "No one's going to believe you were raped."
"You don't know who my father is," she panted. "I am still going to the police." I brought her up next to me and cuddled her, although she was still bound. She felt nice against me . I stroked her sweaty hair and looked into her face. Vulnerable, open, not a trace of the smirk she always wore like armor. She looked more beautiful than ever.
"Would you really go to the police?" I asked softly.
She gritted her teeth. "Yes. Nobody does this to me. Nobody."
"Alright." I got up and looked in the cupboards. I didn't drink, but my flat mates did. I took thirty dollars out of my wallet, and placed it where the bottle of vodka used to be. I grabbed a two litre bottle of lemonade from the fridge. Then I went into the laundry, and got a bucket. I made sure it was clean of all traces of cleaning fluids before walking back into the bedroom.
"We're going to do a little experiment," I said. I poured the two liquids together. "I bet you like to drink," I said. "So this is going to need to be strong. You probably have men buying you drinks all the time." I made up my mixture and put it on the carpet, then thought better of it. "I don't want you to make a mess." I placed the bucket on the tiles of my ensuite bathroom. That's one of the reasons my rent was a little more than the average uni student's. I grabbed her by the wrists, lifted her and dragged her into the bathroom. I untied her wrists and ankles. I held my belt in one hand. "You will position yourself on all fours like a good bitch, and lap up the contents of that bucket. I've been very nice mixing it for you, and not making you take it straight, although I'm sure you could. You can take a breath between drinks but if you delay you get a stroke of the belt on your bare bottom, and that will hurt, a lot." I locked the bathroom door. She did what she was told and lifted herself into a crawling position. She looked at the bucket before whispering, "You can't do this." I flicked the belt on her left cheek and she howled and grabbed her bottom. "Would you like another one?" I asked. "That was just a taste."
She leant her head forward into the bucket and began lapping vigorously. This girl who had been disrespectful to everyone was utterly at my mercy. Out of everyone, I was the one to do it. They wouldn't believe it, the sight of her now. From this angle I could see she was dripping down her thighs. My cum, mixed with copious amounts of her sweet wetness. She stopped, took a deep breath, and placed her head back in the bucket. She drank some more. It took maybe half an hour for her to finish the entire contents of the bucket. She smiled at me and said, "I feel... good" as she stood up and wiped her mouth. "I bet you do. "
I stripped off my clothes and began to run the shower. She surprised me by pushing me into the shower and shoving her body up against mine. I felt her hard nipples against my chest. She was much shorter than I was. She started kissing my wet body. "Good girl," I said breathily as she worked her way down then took my cock in her warm mouth. I held her hair and enjoyed her sucking on me. She was enjoying it too. I looked down and saw her touching herself with one hand as she crouched on the shower floor. She was very good at it. I used my hand to shove her right onto my cock, I pushed the head down her throat. She gagged, but took it. I came in her mouth and she gulped me down. She swallowed. All of it. I was impressed. "I get kind of slutty when I'm drunk," she explained. "Now let's go back to the bedroom and fuck."
She stumbled, naked and wet, into my room. I watched the beads of water drip down the curve of her back onto her perfect butt. When she turned to me her breasts jiggled invitingly. She motioned me to the bed. She sucked my cock so it became hard again. Then she mounted me, in a reverse cow girl position. I held her hips as she bucked on me, getting me to penetrate her deeper and deeper. She just couldn't seem to get enough. And she wanted to fuck hard. I think she rose an inch or two when I shot my load, it was so powerful. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Damn...."
We were both tired but I took her to the shower again. I washed her down and made sure she washed all traces of me out of her pussy. She was still horny so I went down on my knees and nibbled on her clit until she came, practically bruising my face as she pressed herself into me. I held her tensed butt cheeks in my hands. She giggled and stood against the shower wall for support. Afterwards I dressed her and helped her out of the house. She stumbled to the curb, phone in her hand, calling a cab. She never did press charges.
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Alternative ending
She fell asleep in my arms and in the morning I found a note.
"Obviously nobody will believe me since you got me DRUNK. You are a rapist and a PIG. But you are the only PIG MAN who has ever CARED about me, which I know you DO. I know I needed to be controlled. You taught me a lesson I needed to know. One they do NOT teach in school. I've been thinking and I want to pass the exam. So you are gonna tutor me, otherwise I will tell my DAD, and he WILL believe me. Love (she'd drawn a love heart) Krystal. You Asshole."
I smiled. She would grow into a better person, and I would fucking help her do it.
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