The Submissive Nerd Girl

by JJ Argus

  “Sex slave!” Jada taunted.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  I gasped and moaned, riding up and riding down, my breasts mashed against the wall, my aching nipples sliding along it as I moved up and down!

  And then there was a knock at the door!

  Someone called out, someone male! I gasped, but couldn't free myself. No matter, Jada hurried out, and then Taylor followed, closing the door behind them.

  Miranda moved up behind me and I felt her hands sliding slowly up and down my body.

  “I've never seen a sex slave before,” she said softly. “You look awfully hot, Rin!”

  Her hands caressed the sides of my breasts, then slid through my hair.

  She was still fully dressed, but she stepped back and stripped! I wondered what she was going to do as I anxiously listened to the muffled sound of voices coming through the door.

  Miranda locked the door, which was a relief. Then she pulled the straps that had been on the dildo around herself. Taylor had the other dildo in the room and she donned that and stepped up behind me.

  I moaned as I felt her hands kneading my buttocks. Then I felt the dildo, a very real looking silicon cock with ridges and veins and head, sliding against my newly slippery buttocks.

  “Dirty slave girl,” she whispered.

  She pulled the other dildo out of my ass and slid the dildo she was wearing up and down between my buttocks before pushing it against me.

  I wriggled and moaned and shook my head, but she jerked back on my hair and then slowly pushed the dildo up into my ass!

  “Hot, dirty girl,” she whispered into my ear, licking and kissing me along the nape of my neck.

  I moaned as she began to pump in and out. I'd never let anyone fuck me there so this was not a sensation I had any experience with! It … it ached but... it wasn't so bad, really. That was a huge relief! But more than that, having her naked body pressing against me, her hands caressing me, her lips on me and her voice and breath in my ear was darkly exciting.

  And every time she ground her hips against my buttocks it ground the front of me against the dildo sticking up out of the wall.

  “Are you gonna be my little sex slave too, baby girl?” she whispered, working her hips in and out.

  I began to gasp and grunt and moan more and more heavily as she thrust harder, her soft breasts rubbing against my back, her lips on my neck, and that dildo thrusting high into my belly.

  There was a knock at the door, and Taylor's voice came through it.

  “They're gone, finally.”

  “I'm busy,” Miranda said.

  “Yeah, well we want to get busy with her too. Open up.”

  Miranda grumbled but slid the dildo out of my ass and went to the door. She opened it and Taylor snorted in amusement to see her. Jada glared at them both as she followed her in.

  “What you doing to our bitch?” she demanded.

  “Fucking her in the ass,” Miranda said.

  “Good. Someone should. Damien would have been happy to do it.”

  “We didn't need a man for that,” Taylor said.

  “This bitch was made to be fucked by men.”

  “And women,” Taylor said.

  Miranda moved behind me and slid the dildo up my ass again, thrusting in and out as I shuddered and moaned. I'd been wallowing in dark sexual heat for a long time, and the buzzing vibrator and that thrusting cock finally just drove me over the edge!

  I ground my breasts frantically against the wall as I rode myself up and down the dildo, gasping and moaning and crying out as Miranda thrust her dildo into my ass from behind.

  After that they undid my restraints, and pulled the penis gag out of my mouth, but then I had to kneel and lick Miranda to orgasm as she lay back on the bed. Then it was Taylor's turn. While I was licking Taylor Jada donned the big dildo and used it on me, thrusting hard enough that it ached horribly!

  But I came so loud they had to clamp their hands over my mouth. Several times!

  I licked people until I couldn't lick any more, then they gagged me, bound my wrists and used the vibrator, and dildo and their tongues to make me writhe and twist and scream and thrash through multiple orgasms until I thought I was going out of my mind!

  Unfortunately, that meant I had to stay up late to get my reading done before class. So I was exhausted at class the next day again.

  And sore.

  And very distracted!

  I wasn't used to having an active social life, never mind an active sex life! A super active sex life! I tried to concentrate, to focus, but it was so hard!

  By the time lunch rolled around I was ready to just call it a day! But I was too responsible a girl to do that. I did cheat by having a burger and fries for lunch, though.

  Miranda arrived, and for once approved of my meal.

  “How are you today? Sore and tired?”

  “Very,” I groaned.

  I eyed her warily and she laughed.

  “That was fun. I wish I had roommates like them.”

  “Perverts, you mean,” I said a bit sulkily.

  “Yeahr.”

  “I don't see you volunteering to let them tie you up and fuck you,” I said, keeping my voice low.

  “I'm not really into being tied up,” she said. “O'course, if I came like you did when I was tied up I'd change that right damn quick.”

  I blushed.

  “How many bloody orgasms did you have anyway? I lost count.”

  “Shhh!”

  She laughed.

  “Whatever. It's all good,” she said. “College is the best time to play games like this cuz they don't cause any damage. What my parents don't know won't hurt me, or them.”

  “You coming over again tonight?” I asked warily.

  “Nope. Got a date. And I don't need him seeing you in your leather sex outfit.”

  “I didn't buy it!”

  “Still yours,” she said, smirking. “Slut.”

  I glared at her, though I knew she didn't mean it.

  I got to do some studying that night, though I had to lick Jada to a climax when she got back from class, then do the same for Taylor. We went to dinner as usual, without my having any 'special' bits of stuff added to my wardrobe, and I started to wonder if things weren't getting back to something approaching normal.

  After dinner, though, they made me strip, and put on the leather collar and boots and gloves. Then they let me study at my desk. That was a little harder with the gloves, since, like I said, they weren't actual gloves, and had no fingers. It was hard to turn the pages with them on!

  Fortunately I didn't have to do any typing!

  After giving me some time to study, though, it was back to their sex games. I had to crawl around naked, and take obscene poses for them while they smacked my bottom and called me slave girl. And I had to call them 'mistress' of course!

  Then I lay on my back in my bed while Taylor rode my face while Jada licked me and used the big dildo on me at the same time. When Taylor came, she and Jada changed places, then changed places again, then again.

  And of course, between them licking and sucking me, not to mention fondling and pumping the dildo in me – and the vibrator, I came at least six or seven times myself!

  But at least I got to bed on time!

  After dinner the next night I was again naked but for the leather boots and gloves, and the collar and stuff. Jada and Taylor were flicking through channels on the TV as they slumped on a chair and the sofa, while I knelt, sitting on my heels with my hands behind my neck and back arched.

  “We should have just kept the cheap cable,” Taylor said. “We don't spend much time looking at it.”

  “Not with out own little sex toy as an entertainment device,” Jada said, smirking at me.

  Taylor laughed.

  “Speaking of which,” Jada said. “Come here, slave.”

  I started to rise and she shook her head.

  “Crawl.”

  Flushing, I dropped onto all four
s, and she got up and walked into her bedroom. I immediately felt my chest tighten as I crawled after her. I was wearing the penis gag so I couldn't ask her what she wanted.

  “Stand up, slut.”

  I rose and she pushed me back against the wall. This time with my back to it.

  “Raise your arms above your head.”

  I obeyed and she spread them apart, then Taylor came in.

  “What are you up to?”

  “You got that drill of yours?”

  Taylor nodded and disappeared, returning with the drill.

  Jada had several rings attached to strong screws, and she had Taylor drill holes for them where my wrists and ankles were. Then she screwed the rings into the wall. She attached my wrist restraints to the upper pair, then tied my ankles to the lower pair.

  “Now we get to torture you, slut,” Jada growled.

  I flinched nervously.

  The first torture, though, was inserting that thick dildo into me again, up deep, and strapping it in place with the vibrator turned on.

  Jada picked up the whip and then began to swing it against my breasts!

  I yelped and jerked and strained against the restraints to no avail as the thin leather laces snapped down across my sensitive breasts again and again! They stung! But...not terribly. And the mere idea of what she was doing had deeply aroused me, even without the aid of the vibrator and dildo!

  I gasped and yelped every time the little whip came down across my breasts and chest, turning them a bright pink, then a darker pink as they began to warm and ache!

  The vibrator, though, was a powerful distraction!

  “Look at how hot those little nipples are,” Jada said. “I bet she'd like them cooled off.”

  Taylor was just sitting back in her bed watching in amusement.

  Jada held an ice cube over my right breast, held it as a drop formed on the lower corner, and then slowly dropped onto my breast. I yelped at the cold, and gasped as it trickled down my breast!

  Another droplet fell, and another, and then she brought the cube down against my nipple, rubbing it back and forth across it, then circling it! My hot flesh began to melt the ice cube, and icy droplets of water started to trickle down my chest and belly!

  I squealed and twisted and squirmed wildly, but there was really nothing I could do about it!

  She rubbed the cube back and forth across one nipple, then the other, freezing them! Then she closed her mouth on one, sucking and licking!

  And with the vibrator buzzing away against me, I came explosively.

  She and Taylor then untied my ankles and then together lifted them up and back, pressing my booted ankles back against the wall above my head, over where my wrists were bound to the rings! There were rings on the ankles of the boots too, and they clipped those into the rings on the walls so I was hanging by wrists and ankles, obscenely displayed before them!

  “Now there's a pretty picture,” Taylor said.

  “I'm gonna fuck her brains out,” Jada growled.

  Taylor's phone buzzed and she glanced at it.

  “Oh right. I have to go. I'll be back in an hour and a half or so.”

  She looked up at Jada. “Don't leave any marks on her,” he said warningly.

  “I ain't gonna harm your little slave slut,” Jada said indignantly.

  I moaned as Taylor left. She not only left the room she left the dorm suite, leaving me alone with Jada.

  She chuckled and then pulled a chair over before me. She pulled the dildo back, then fed the second dildo into my ass.

  Then she began to lick. And Jada was pretty good at licking! She licked and sucked my clitoris hungrily as I moaned and whimpered in helpless heat. Her fingers began to push into me, first one, then two, then three, pumping and turning and twisting, driving me into a feverish sense of heat!

  She poured more lube on my groin and pumped her fingers deeper, adding a fourth! That really stretched me out, but she kept licking and sucking as her hand turned and twisted from side to side, slowly pumping inside me! And it seemed the more it ached the hotter and wilder it felt!

  I was on the edge of a powerful orgasm as I hung there, gasping and moaning into the gag, my breasts hot and heavy, my thighs forced back against the wall beside me as my ankles were raised high. I was so... obscenely exposed! And so helpless! And I could see everything she was doing from so close up!

  She had four fingers inside me, and now she drew them back and eased her thumb in against them, forming a narrow wedge as she pushed it forward. Of course, the more it pushed forward the wider that wedge got. I gasped and moaned as it stretched me wider and then still wider!

  She leaned in and began to lick my clitoris as her hand twisted slowly, first to the right, then to the left, then back again, easing back, then pushing forward, twisting, turning, pulling back and pushing forward. I felt the pressure growing, felt my slick, swollen lips slowly stretching back, aching!

  And then the widest part of the wedge pushed inside me, the part with her knuckles and thumb, and I gaped, astonished, as her hand slid deeper, as I saw the lips of my sex sliding back along her hand until... until her whole hand was inside me!

  “Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!” she exclaimed. “You got my whole hand in you now, slut. Nasty little white girl. I'm gonna fist you, bitch! You're gonna remember the first girl who ever fisted you!”

  I trembled and shook! I was aching, but I felt as if my entire body was crackling with sexual electricity too! I stared as her hand slipped deeper, so that the lips of my sex were stretched tightly around her wrist! She turned it slowly, first to the right, then the left, then back to the right, as I trembled and shook.

  She picked up the vibrator in her other hand and pressed it against my clitoris, then turned it on and began to rub lightly against me.

  I screamed into the gag, screamed louder and louder as the orgasm exploded within me! I shook violently as I hung there on the wall, twisting and writhing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed down on her hand!

  She rubbed the vibrator and pushed her hand deeper!

  The orgasm was like a storm of sensation inside me, a hurricane! Convulsions wracked my body as it threatened to drive me insane! I sobbed dazedly into the gag as her hand twisted and turned inside me, her fingers exploring me, poking and prodding on the inside of my body!

  I went limp after the orgasm, gasping, still twitching and jerking, and I felt her fingers continue to move within me. One by one they pressed hard against the side wall of my sex, then drew in against her palm until she had her fingers closed into a fist.

  The fist pushed deeper. I moaned as I watched her wrist pushing into me, and my opening stretched wider as her forearm began to follow! How much was she going to push into me, I thought, staring, mesmerized, appalled, and yet incredibly aroused!

  The answer seemed to be 'as much as she could' because she pushed as deep as she could, rotating her fist from side to side, then pulling back. Once she had established how deep she could go she started to lick my clitoris, while pumping her fist slowly in and out. She halted her licking every minute or so and used the vibrator instead.

  While I went out of my fucking mind!

  I came and came, my muscles spasming uncontrollably, wild, uncontrollable bursts of overpowering sensation tearing through my nervous system. I was drunk, intoxicated on the heat and pleasure, reduced to an animal state. And as the muscles in my sex loosened up she pumped her fist into me with longer and deeper strokes, which only made me ache and burn even more!

  Chapter Nine

  More and more, it seemed as if I was two people. I was the primly dressed girl who attended classes, listened carefully, took notes, and did her reading and homework. And I was this... submissive, helpless sex slave Jada and Taylor, and sometimes Miranda, did wild, kinky, thrilling sexual things to!

  I was well-used to the first girl, but the second was... bewildering. Fortunately, on the one hand, it wasn't a role which required me to do anything. Except, of co
urse, obey them. That was, in a way, comforting. I just did what they told me. So as long as I did that I couldn't go wrong? Right?

  The problem was that it was hard to reconcile these two girls. Especially since the first girl required a questing and intelligent mind, and the second required no intelligence, no thought, just obedience. Neither off them was slow to use that string whip thing on my bottom either! And sometimes on my back or hips or even my breasts!

  And yes, it did no damage, left no marks, but it did sting. Which meant that I was getting into the habit of instant obedience to their orders. Whether it was about sex or not. Even if they didn't have the string whip they'd slap my bottom with their hands, or sometimes pinch my nipples!

  When Taylor got back from class next day Jada was on the love seat watching TV.

  I was on all fours in front of her being used as a foot stool. I had on the leather gloves and boots, the gag and collar, and had dildos inside me. I felt... dull of mind, without a spark of a thought of rebellion or the energy to formulate any thought of one.

  “I see you're putting the sex slave to good use,” Taylor said.

  “Can't fuck her continuously. Got to find something else for her to do when she isn't pleasing my magnificent black body.”

  Taylor had her move over and then she put her feet up on my back too.

  “We should go out tonight or something,” she said.

  “Yeah? Like where?”

  “Maybe dancing.”

  “I can see if Damien is free.”

  “Bitch, if your boyfriend doesn't come when he's called then you're giving him sex too freely.”

  Jada snorted but didn't disagree. “Problem is he can get it anywhere if I say no. He's pretty hot.”

  The talk of Damien made me nervous since Jada had often talked about letting him fuck me.

  “Who you gonna bring? Your sex slave?”

  “Yeah, but I'm sure I can meet guys there. I just need to wear the right outfit.”