Free Their Straight-A Student by Laurel Adams Page B

surprised to see what was underneath it. "A beautiful lace bra for a visit to the library, Melanie? How interesting. Did you wear it for us?"
    Brad chuckled as he mashed both her breasts in his hands. "Or did you wear it because you knew you'd be fucking yourself in the stacks today?"
    Her eyes flew wide in shock.
    "Oh, yes, we saw you," Clay said. "You thought you were alone, but we saw you lean back against the shelf, your hand in your panties and your eyes closed. You were beautiful and slutty. That's what convinced us that tonight was the night."
    Melanie's belly clenched with humiliation. She thought she'd been alone.
    "But why didn't you cum, I wonder?" Brad asked. 
    Melanie crimsoned and just stared at the far wall. But they weren't done embarrassing her. With another snip of the scissors in the air, Brad said, "This bra just isn't slutty enough, Melanie. Let me see what we can do about that."
    He delicately cut out two holes around her nipples. 
    When he was done, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. 
    "Very nice. Very slutty," Clayton said, giving his friend his approval. Then Clay pulled a phone from his back pocket, held it up, and before Melanie could blink, he took a picture of her with her nipples exposed and a penis gag in her mouth.
    She started to cry. Not because she didn't love it—she did—but because it was still embarrassing. How could it turn her on so much to feel so humiliated? But the strange thing was, crying didn't change how turned on she was and how much she wanted them not to stop. Most guys would freak out at the sight of her tears. They'd misunderstand the release those tears gave her. And truthfully, neither Clayton nor Brad had ever seemed to understand her darker desires before now.
    Something had changed though, because Clay said, "Ah, Melanie, what a pretty picture that is. You're pretty when you cry. But something's missing…"
    "Her cunt," Brad said in a way that bordered on reverence and contempt.
    He pulled his belt off and came toward her. When he tried to pull up her skirt she used up every reserved bit of energy she had to kick him hard in the shin. But he was an athlete, so the kick didn't take him down and the pain only seemed to make him more determined. Unlocking her cuffs, he dragged her down to the ground, where it would be so much easier to fuck her, she knew. 
    Melanie shouted many things over the gag, but they came out muffled. They were, no doubt, obscenities, curses and various sobs as she kept trying to kick. But their calm demeanor, and their easy camaraderie made it hard for her to keep up the fight. 
    Especially since she didn't want to fight. 
    She was soaking wet now, her nipples hard, her body outrageously eager to be shared by two men. Even if they were her discarded ex-boyfriends. Maybe especially because it was them.
    "Now isn't this a pretty sight?" Brad asked, yanking up her skirt, bunching it up around her waist and then giving a cruel yank to her panties.
    That's when he put his fingers onto the crotch and rubbed them there. 
    "Oh, Melanie, you not only smell lovely, but you're all sticky. I could, if I wanted, assume that this wetness is from before, when you were masturbating in the stacks like a desperate slut. But I think the truth of it is that this is making you wet, isn't it? Feeling your ass on the cold cement of this stairway, immobilized with a gag in your mouth. Can you feel the ridges of that rubber cock in your mouth Melanie? I know you think it's not real, given the way you're biting down on it, but the truth is that's our cock. We're fucking you with it, and it's going to hold your jaw open until it aches until you learn how to behave."
    She looked away, refusing to acknowledge him as her mind snapped shut against the barrage of embarrassment. Denial was her best weapon she thought, and so she tried hard not to think about the rubber cock lodged on her tongue, invasive and unyielding. Now that her panties were down around her