The Collision ( Closed for FaveGirlFriday and Twilight10 )

[Twilight10]

"Eat it yourself, pervert."

Tom wasn't in the mood for games. He looked at Stella very sternly, a look he had on occassion given to his students when they were consistently late or their grades were declining. It was a look reserved for only the worst students, the one who aggravated him the most.

"I'm not asking you, Stella," he said, looking into her eyes with a hardened, cruel gaze. "I'm telling you. Or maybe I should say, I'm commanding you. You are not in a position to question anything I say, you little cunt. You know as well as I do that I have information that will absolutely, one hundred percent ruin you. So when I say you are mine for the summer, I mean just that. You're not getting out of this with a quick little fuck session."

With his free hand, he sharply slapped her right breast, then her left. "So let's try this again, Tits. You are going to suck down the cum that has been inside your filthy fucking pussy. You are going to take it down your throat like an obedient little whore, and then you are going to smile like a kid who has just been fed her favorite candy."
He put his hand around her throat. It wasn't hard, but that motion combined with the expression on his face should - he hoped - make Stella understand just how serious her situation was. "Eat up, Stella...and don't you dare give me any more attitude, or you'll find out just how far I can destroy a life when I put my mind to it."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

"Eat up, Stella...and don't you dare give me any more attitude, or you'll find out just how far I can destroy a life when I put my mind to it."

God, she fucking hated him!

Her eyes were wet with tears, again. Stella thought that he'd be happy after she had sex with him; she'd never slept with anyone who wasn't!

Was this to be her life now? Abuse, shag, verbal lashing, abuse, shag, abuse? There was no way that she was putting up with this crap for an entire summer. This wasn't going to continue, of that she was certain. But for now, Stella had to placate him until she found a way out of this mess...

She unfurled her long limbs and leaned her head towards Mr. Barrett's cum-covered fingers. Every ounce of her being rebelled at the thought of licking him clean. She closed her eyes and let her pouting lips envelope his fingers. She sucked hard as her mouth retreated, and swallowed quickly.

Her face squinted with a look of distaste before she remembered his instructions to smile as though she had just licked a lollipop.

Fine.

Stella tossed her head back and smiled up at him as though he were sunshine itself. And all the while she thought of ways to prematurely end their 'arrangement'.

 

[Twilight10]

Tom looked down at his new toy as she licked all the jizz off his fingers and swallowed it down. She even tossed her hair back and gave him a big smile. It was obviously all for show, but it was convincing enough...enough so that he could already feel his cock starting to get hard again.

"Mmm, you look so sexy doing that, my little bitch," Tom whispered, running his hand through her hair. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then kissed her cheeks and throat. "You really are one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."

Then he stood straight up and backed away, halfway across the room. "And now I want you again, Stella. This time I want your ass. Have you ever had a man fuck your tight little teenage asshole? If not, then it's time you did." Tom began to stroke his half-hard prick, feeling the blood swelling in it, feeling the arousal again. He looked over her well-toned body and her tousled hair and her sweaty flesh, and he felt the familiar ache of lust.

"Now, Stella," he commanded, "I want you to get on all fours and crawl across the room to me. You are my pet now, so that seems like an appropriate gesture. Crawl across the room and suck me back to full hardness."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

"This time I want your ass. Have you ever had a man fuck your tight little teenage asshole? If not, then it's time you did."

Chills broke out across the landscape of Stella's skin. She stood stunned and still, and watched him as he retreated across the room.

This was worse than anything she'd ever imagined. There wasn't the smallest part of Stella that was going to accept this as her fate. She would scratch his eyes out before she would allow him to do that to her.

She had heard a cop say once that he always knew when perps were going to make a run for it, because their eyes would start darting, desperately searching for their escape route to freedom. Stella wouldn't make the same mistake. After all, she knew the layout of her own home like the back of her hand.

Her eyes remained fixedly on his until the moment she bolted for the stairs, hell bent on making it to the safety of her bedroom.

 

[Twilight10]

Stella was fairly stealthy when it came to her getaway: Tom didn't realize she was about to run until about five seconds before. In those five seconds he barely had time to register the question of whether he should chase after her or not. Even after she ran, he gave the query some thought. He ultimately decided to give her a few minutes to calm down, and then go upstairs.

He looked around the living room as he waited, and everything in it - from the furniture to the Persian rugs to the gilted spines of the books on the antique bookshelves - screamed of wealth and privelege. He was not a class warrior, but he did think it was nice to be bringing a girl like Stella down to earth. It would be good for her.

After five minutes had passed, he walked upstairs and gently knocked on her bedroom door. No response. "I know you're in there, Stella," he called out, in as friendly a voice as possible. "I am sorry if I scared you with the comment about anal sex. I realize now that you've probably never had it, so you're afraid. So I want you to know I won't make you do it."

He waited, allowing that sentiment to sink in. Then he went on: "However, I need you to know that you can't hide from me forever. You are going to be my whore for the summer, Stella. There is no way of you getting around that. I have proof that you drove home drunk - underage - and hit my car. This won't be a slap on the wrist or volunteer work, hun. It will be jail time. So trust me when I say that it will be easier on you if you do what I say. I will go home tonight, and allow you to think it over. But I'm sure you'll come to the conclusion that I own that slutty little pussy for the next three months." He paused, then concluded, "And from the juices that are still soaked on my shaft, I think you're a little excited about the idea."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Stella sat hudled in a ball directly in front of her bedroom door. She didn't know what to expect, but if his plan was to burst through her door, he'd have to come through her first.

Truly, compassion- no matter how infinitesimally it was metered out- was the very last thing that she expected to receive from Tom Barrett. Yet here he was, speaking gently to her through the door, telling her that he wouldn't make good on his latest threat of degradation. He sounded so calm, reassuring, like a favorite Uncle; if she had ever had one of those. That Tom carried on with the same bullshit about him owning her now hardly registered anymore. She'd have to figure her way out of that one tomorrow.

She was so tired, exhausted really. She didn't respond to him when it was clear that he was done speaking. Stella wasn't being intentionally obstinate, she was simply overwrought. She couldn't put him off forever, he had made that all too clear, but it was too much to think of just then.

Eventually she heard his muted footsteps make their way down the hall, and then she heard the closing of her front door. She stayed like that, curled up, confused and spent, for some time.

 

[Twilight10]

After a few minutes of standing at the door, Tom decided the best course of action was to leave. If he traumatized the girl on the first night, it wouldn't do him any good. He would only either make her hate him to the point of violence and striking back, or he would turn her into such a basket case that she would be able to give him no pleasure for the rest of the summer.

So he left, and stayed gone. Even the next day, he didn't go over once. He left her all alone and made no contact whatsoever. This would help to give her some time to let her predicament sink in and also give her time to realize that being his slave was the only logical course of action she had for herself.

Tom kept an eye on Stella's house. He only saw her emerge once, to get the mail, but other than that she never seemed to leave all day, unless she did while he was in the shower. Good. Let her stew.

The following day was a normal day for Tom. He went to work at the school and did some errands on the way home. He settled in that evening and waited until the sun set before making his move. He casually walked back over to Stella's house and knocked on the front door. "Hey Stella," he said through the door. "It's your new summer playmate."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Deep breaths.

Stella had been waiting over 24 hours for this moment; still, when it came she was a bit taken aback.

Tom Barrett was here. Calling up to her like they were going to go play kick ball in the street.

Asshole.

Stella braced herself and made her way to the door. Upon seeing his face again, she felt the same flush that she always experienced when he was near. Perfectly distressed jeans and a broad chest incased in a light blue button up shirt. Yep, he was pretty much gorgeous.

A gorgeous asshole.

He was smiling. That was...good?

"You can't just pop over any time you like once my parents come back."

One arm rested on the door frame while the other bowed out from where her hand rested on her hip. She looked at him expectantly.

 

[Twilight10]

Stella was still copping an attitude, even after having a day to herself to think the whole situation over. Did she really think she could win? Did she have some trick up her sleeve that Tom didn't know about?

No matter. He wasn't going to think about that now.

Still smiling, he held up a plastic grocery bag. He pushed himself inside, although he didn't have to push much; she didn't put up a fight as he stepped in. Maybe she was resigned to her fate, he thought. Good.

He held the bag towards Stella and said, "This is for you. Everything in the bag is for you. First, there are some sex toys...I think you might enjoy them. Dildos, vibrators, a Rabbit. Some butt plugs, too, but those are for later." Tom let all this register, then continued: "And there are also several outfits. One is a schoolgirl costume, one is a cheerleader outfit. There are a few more."

Tom leaned in and, just to surprise her, kissed her softly on the lips. "Now, your mission, Stella" - he had to restrain himself from saying "If you choose to accept it" - "is to pick out your favorite outfit, change into it, and then come back down and show it off to me. I hope the outfit makes you feel sexy. I hope..." He reached between her legs and let his hand graze over her jeans-covered mound "...that it makes this pussy wet, so you'll be nice and ready to get fucked again."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Stella went upstairs to her room, bag from Tom in tow. She walked over to her bed, where she upended the contents and spread them out with her hands.

She dove for the clothes first.

"Tacky," she said, tossing a polyester cheerleader's costume over her shoulder, "tacky", there went the latex pleated 'school girl' skirt. "Nasty!" She groused when she held up a sequined number that appeared to have holes cut out where her breasts should be.

"Ah," she said, holding up a beautiful satin corseted bunny-tailed costume, "and this one is just right."

It was challenging to pull it on, it hugged all of her curves snugly. When she caught sight of herself in her floor mirror, she couldn't help but grin. Her breasts had never looked so enticing, virtually spilling out from the top of the costume.

Stella selected a pair of stilettos out of her closet; black, to match the outfit. She slipped them on and admired how they made her legs look a mile long. She returned to the pile on her bed and searched about. No bunny ears. No bow tie. That was all right, she tied on a blue choker necklace that perfectly matched her eyes.

She eyed the toys critically. There was a unrealistically large dildo that Stella thought looked like fun, but she was fearful about where Tom would decide to use it. The butt plugs were definitely out of the question- she wouldn't be encouraging that behavior!

There was a smaller glass dildo that was so pretty that she couldn't resist. She picked it up, along with a pocket vibe. Right before she left the room, Stella also grabbed The Rabbit, as she felt that it was appropriate considering her attire.

It wasn't until she walked out her bedroom door that she began to feel nervous. Dressing and deciding had taken her mind off of their 'situation', but the reality now came back to her at once.

Patience, she whispered to herself, he'll get his due soon enough.

When she reached the top of the staircase she let out a girlish giggle in order to alert Tom to her impending descent.

She wanted to see his eyes pop out when she made her grand reentry.

 

[Twilight10]

When Stella came back downstairs, Tom's breath caught in his throat - caught so hard that he almost choked. He had fucked hundreds, maybe even thousands, of young sluts in his life, but never before had he been more aroused than here at the sight of Stella in her satin corseted bunny costume. It hugged every curve, accentuated her breasts, made her ass look tight and oh-so squeezable. The black stilettos made her legs look even sexier than before. All in all, Tom's cock was rock-hard in seconds, and he wondered whether it really might be possible to have an orgasm just from looking at someone. If it were possible, now would be the time it would happen.

"Oh my fucking...God," Tom managed to say. He moved towards Stella and, without another word, put his arms around her waist and began to kiss her neck hungrily, as though ready to give her a vampire bite. He cupped her ass and began to move his mouth towards her breasts, kissing her cleavage and moving a hand up to squeeze them.

Tom gave her ass a little slap and then whispered, "I want you to pull out one of those toys, and then I want to watch you use it on that hot little cunt." He stood back and waited, knowing fully that she would comply without question. After a few moments, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After another several moments had passed, he said into the phone: "Hey Rory? It's Tom. I have another girl here...no, no, we're at her house today. She's amazing....trust me, you have never seen anything like her. Yep, yep...she's hear in a bunny costume. You won't believe it." He nodded and finished with, "Bring the usual crew over. You're all gonna love her."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Stella had just sat down on the couch and had pulled aside the thin strap of satin that covered her lips when she overheard Tom's conversation. She immediately jumped up, just as he was hanging up his cell.

"Are you fucking insane? I'm not a one-woman bachelor party, and I'm sure as hell not going to entertain your loser friends! This was never part of the bargain. You need to call them back right now and cancel!"