The two friends proceeded to incredulously watch the epic, ranting lecture given to Madison by the normally oh-so-meek Hebert girl. The petite girl tried to resist at first, but she was put down by Taylor almost immediately. Emma in particular felt a twinge deep inside her when Taylor spoke of how it was because of her that she was able to overcome her mother's death. There was something there she was missing, but she couldn't tell what. Why should she care anyway? She should be able to stand up for herself. She did, after all. Sophia, on the other hand, felt anger rise when Hebert started speaking about being a better person than they were. She called them wild animals, striking out senselessly. It irked her, because she remembered the the speech she gave Emma the day they met. She called had called themselves predators hunting prey. Animals. It irked her, because even if Hebert was entirely wrong -which she was-, she couldn't really dismiss it because she made the same analogy herself.

It also pissed her off that Madison was being so damn meek. She wasn't fighting, nor physically nor with words. She was just there, doing a token effort. It was like... Wait, did she just ask Hebert is she was going to punish her? What the fuck? Did she just ask why she is not being punished? Ugh, worse is that Hebert is doing the whole `higher ground' BS and letting Mads go... Is she resisting now? Right where it would be the most stupid thing?

Both girls' mouth were agape as they watched Madison repeatedly refuse to give Taylor her clothes back. Then the meaty sound was back as Taylor began slapping Madison again. She still refused, and she was slapped again. She refused five more times, each time came with another slap. Even from their not very good viewpoint, they could see Madison's cheeks were beginning to bruise.

"What the fuck is she doing!?" exclaimed Sophia as she watched in horror.

"I don't know!" was Emma's hysterical answer. "Taylor's always been so damn soft and she knows it! She just has to tell her where her clothes are and she's free! But instead she does the stupid thing and says `no'! It's almost like she was... asking... God damn it."

"What!? What's wrong!?"

"She was baiting Taylor into a rage. She wanted her to slap her. Sophia, I think Madison is a masochist."

"What? You sure?"

"Not one hundred percent, but that right there is pretty convincing stuff."

"Ugh. That... makes sense. Fucking hell."

It wasn't a secret that they both hated masochists. People who didn't fight back were despicable in their opinion, but someone who actually wanted to be hurt and controlled? Worse than scum. Which apparently Madison was. And she probably knew that too.

They watched on, judging Madison as she was slapped around. Taylor had long since given into her rage, slapping Madison repeatedly without a word. Then she started screaming about rape, but Madison still didn't cooperate. They both frowned then, but it was immediately inverted when Taylor pushed up Madison's skirt to show the absolute fucking flood running from her crotch.

"Ok, I am convinced. Madison is a fucking masochist," said Sophia.

"Told you-"

Taylor was laughing. It wasn't the laugh Emma remembered. That laugh was warm and bubbly. This one was cruel. She laughed like that many times, most towards Taylor, but hearing it coming from her was utterly wrong. A tingle traveled through both their spines when she started, only to go back up when she called Madison out on her wetness.

Then their faces morphed to show blank terror as Taylor stuck her hand in the leg openings of the white panties, bunching the front up in such a way that they only covered Madison's slit, leaving half her lips out in the air. Then she paused, likely to build up anticipation.

"Is she..." whispered Emma.

"I think she is..." Sophia whispered back.

Their fears were made true when Taylor pulled up, and Madison squealed as she stood on her tip toes. She struggled for real now, but it's even from where the camera was sitting, they could tell it was doing more harm than good, spreading her lips even further apart. They vaguely heard Hebert asking again, but they were distracted by the way that she licked at Madison's tears.

Sophia wouldn't admit it to anybody, but she found it incredibly hot.

Madison refused to speak again, and Taylor pulled even harder. They could see Madison's lips completely exposed now, and how her toes were struggling for traction. Taylor spoke again, but Madison still didn't answer. Both onlookers' eyes widened even more when Taylor let go of Madison's wrists for a double handed grip on the panties. Madison didn't try to fight back, going completely limp instead. She shaked her head weakly, but Taylor ignored it.

Both girls wince in sympathy when Madison screams as she is lifted of the ground by the panties. They wince again when they hear the panties rip and the sound of an ass falling to the floor. They could see Madison sitting listlessly on the ground.

Sophia looked apprehensive. "... That's got to hurt," she said.

"No doubt about it," answered Emma, equally uneasy. "Think we should go there and pull her out?"

"Maybe? I don't know. She's a masochist right? So she must have enjoyed it? And it's not like we're going to... What the fuck is Hebert doing?"

Emma looked at where Taylor was standing, with Madison's ruined panties in front of her face. "Oh... Oh god. She's... She's sniffing them."

"I noticed yeah."

"And now she's fingering herself again. Oh dear God."

"She's... Turned out by all that? What the fuck is going on here?"

"I don't know! Wait... Is Madison fingering herself too!?"

"... She is! This is... shit."

They ran out of words then, simply watching in muted horror as they, their favorite chew toy and their friend masturbated in front of each other, having some weird, fucked up lust feedback loop. The duo got increasingly more uncomfortable as they watched, but for entirely different reasons.

Sophia tried very hard not to fidget as she desperately wished Emma wasn't sitting on top of her.

And then Taylor offered the prostrate girl a reward as she sat down. There was no doubt in their minds as to what the reward was, if the mortification in them was any clue. And that mortification multiplied when Madison didn't even fucking hesitate before spilling. Then Taylor stood up and walked off frame.

"I... Don't know if I can watch this..." Emma said. "I'm getting really grossed out, but... but at the same time I am just so morbidly curious. It's like watching a sex train crash in slow motion. It's really hard to look away.

"... That's as good as an analogy as any. Sex train though? The fuck is that"

"I dunno! Can you give a coherent description for this?"

"... Touche."

Then Taylor came back and sat at the very edge of the frame, in front of Madison, who started to crawl towards the sitting girl. Madison looked up when she finally kneeled in front of Taylor's spread legs, likely holding eye contact. She then began slowly getting closer to Taylor, her head disappearing behind the long, shapely legs. And then Taylor squeaked. Then the squeak became a moan, deep and throaty. She was also beginning to shake quite noticeably.

Emma was aware of the blush on her ears as watched Madison go to town on Taylor's pussy. The way she was moaning and trembling told her that whatever Madison was doing felt damn good. She never had anybody eat her out, as much as she dearly wanted the opposite. She tried dating many guys, but none ever offered her any. It was like foreplay was a foreign concept to them. And it made her wish really hard that somebody would do it to her.

She didn't compare to Sophia though, not even close.

"Oh dear god, I shouldn't be this turned on!" thought Sophia as she wished again Emma wasn't sitting on top of her. She was really tempted to begin touching her. "Those moans are driving me nuts!" She couldn't even rub her thighs together, not without Emma noticing. And that might get really awkward really quick.

And then they were both startled out of their flustering when a very loud "Madison" came through the speakers. It seemed the girl stepped up her game, if the way Taylor moans' volume picked up. It caused to go right back at being flustered as fuck.

That was their situation for a while. They watched quietly, if breathing a little hard, as the couple on screen had their fun, each desperately wanting to be in Taylor's place. They both saw Madison shift her hand from Taylor's leg, moving it underneath her. They knew what she was going to to, and it proved incredibly effective, if Taylor's arching back was anything to judge by.

"Oh christ," mumbled Sophia, as she stared red faced at the way Hebert's back curved. It was fucking beautiful.

"Yeah..." agreed Emma. She wasn't ogling Taylor though, just generally shocked.

They kept watching quietly as Taylor finally came down from her orgasm and slumped on top of Madison. She recovered remarkably quick. She then forced Madison to kiss her. They leaned in as they watched Taylor move Madison back, and returned the favor, so to say.

A shiver went through the both of them as they watched Madison finally orgasm, slumping against Taylor when she finished. Then they were completely befuddled when Taylor kissed Madison again as she moved her to rest on the bench. Then they openly gaped as Madison sucked Taylor's hand clean.

"Ewww..." said Emma as Taylor walked off frame again. "She sucked her own juices."

Sophia didn't say anything, because she did find that exceedingly hot too.

"Sophia?" Emma asked as she turned towards her, curious of her silence. Sophia catched the movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to meed Emma.

They stared at each other, both red faced and breathing harder than normal. Then they realized that their lips were inches apart, of how pressed together they were. And most damningly, Sophia's arm around Emma's waist.

With a yelp, they scrambled of the chair and rushed to the opposite sides of the room, struggling to keep their breathing under control. "So..." said Sophia once she was under control, pointedly staring at the door.

"So..." answered Emma still somewhat flustered. Her eyes didn't leave the dusty blinds.

"You too, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"... Want to talk about it?"

"No. I'm good."

"You sure?"

"I'm straight, Sophia."

"I know, but..."

"Not talking! Period!"

"Ok, fine! Sheesh..."

They lapsed into silence then, only to be interrupted when Taylor's voice came through the speakers. "You did well little Mady," she said. The duo turned to look at each other then, eyebrows cocked. They rushed back to the computer soon enough to hear the very weak "Thank you, Mistress," from Madison. They stared at each other in shock, before looking back to see Taylor walk out frame again. "See ya later, little Mady" she said, and they heard the door close behind her.

Both friends looked at each other significantly then. Emma sat down again on the desk she cleaned. Sophia sat on teachers desk, facing the redhead.

"So," opened Emma, "Shit went completely fubar."

"That's putting it mildly," answered Sophia as she leaned back on the desk. "What are going to do with Madison? I was expecting her to chicken out and fail the test. But she didn't. Hell, she passed under the exact words of the agreement. But then she went ahead and got dominated like a little bitch. Worst, she liked it. We can't have someone like that with us."

"Ew. No. You are right. Weak willed sluts like that gross me out. She's definitely exiled."

"What about Hebert then? She's always been the wimp, letting us push her around. That though? That was the opposite. She dominated Clements both physically and sexually. That's so out of character for her that it's not even funny. Can we expect it to happen again?"

Emma assumed the classic thinker pose, frowning thoughtfully as she did so. "I... don't know. You heard her. She's done dealing with our BS. But she might be bluffing, and this might be a one time fluke-"

"Or she might have finally snapped and might go after us next."

"-Or that yes. But we can't tell that yet. I really don't know."

Sophia leaned towards Emma, putting her elbows at the knees. "I think we should pull back," she said. "Scale down, leave her be."

"What!?" shouted Emma. "We're just leaving her be? No. I won't give up just because Madison is a fucking-" Sophia raised her hand, quieting her ranting.

"Let me finish," she growled. "We back out, see how she reacts. Depending on that, we start harassing her again. Not like we do now. We start from the beginning. Re-testing her limits, to say it another way. Once we figure out what we can get away with, we work with that."

Emma hummed in thought, before answering "That sounds about right. We can't really afford Taylor to go after us. She's clever, if she wants to have her way with us, she'll find a way. Leaving her alone might give might let her calm down."

"One more thing, Emma."

"Yes?"

"Mocking Hebert's mother is now banned."

Emma snorted in response. "Yeah, no shit."

They lapsed into thoughtful silence then, each processing the events transpired. And maybe having a fantasy or two.

"Do you think we should get Madison?" Emma finally asked.

"... Eh. What the hell. One last act of pity before we kick her out. Sure, let's go."

And with that, they packed up, and went to meet their soon to be ex-friend.

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1.4

I stood in front to the Undersiders' HQ, my shaking hand on the door, but I dare not open it. I'll admit, I was scared as all fuck. I'd just had sex of dubious consent with another girl in the school's locker room. How would Lisa react? Would she be horrified? Disgusted? Both? Would she tell the others so they could beat me up and turn me over to the police? Would they kill me on the spot? Wait, no they wouldn't. Killing rapists isn't their style. Not sure about the police bit though. Oh god, my legs are shaking. I don't know if I can—

The door opened then, Rachel looking at me with a miffed expression. "Lisa says that you need to stop being a wuss and get in," she said, shouldering me aside, her dogs behind her. She disappeared around the corner, without so much a hello or a goodbye. I blinked a couple of times before shrugging. I've only known Rachel for about a week now, but I was beginning to get used to her particular kind of brusqueness. I shook my head, took a deep breath, and stepped into the lair.

Climbing up the spiral staircase, I found Lisa waiting for me. She was sitting on the table, looking at something on the laptop. She turned to me as I approached, smiling as she did so. "Hi Taylor, what's-" her smile dropped, replaced with blank shock. I stopped where I stood, holding my breath. I don't know how long she stared at me, but after a while, she simply stood and began walking towards her room. "Nope. No way. Not dealing with this crap."