"That was quite naughty of you, Taylor," singsonged Madison. Oh god, oh god, she did! I felt my entire face flush, which made her giggle. "I can say that I honestly wasn't expecting it, but I can't say I am surprised. Emma had quite a few interesting stories about you, and this fit's right in." Stories? What stories? There no such stories! I am hyperventilating again. Oh god, she's giggling again.

"See," she said, "we were discussing you, one of these days. Sophia held that nobody would ever be with you, and that you'd die a virgin. However, Emma said that you were such a slut that you could still get laid, even if only with the greatest of losers. Sophia disagreed, claiming that not even the Merchants would take you, but then Emma insisted. And then I had the greatest idea!" Every hair in my body stood up when she said `idea'. "I stood and and pulled this!" she said, denoting the camcorder in her hand. "And then I told the girls that we should do an experiment! I could get some footage of you, and then we could show it to the guys around school, see who got interested! Hell, maybe even sell it online! It would be an easy way to make a few bucks."

Oh my god... They... I... I have no words. They were going to sell me out. Profiting of my body. I felt every inch of my skin crawl then.

"So I came in hoping to get a couple shots of you changing, some tits -not that you have any— and ass, maybe even a crotch shot. But then I found you masturbating in the shower and moaning like a cheap whore." She started giggling again, moving a hand to cover her mouth. "Yeah, that was way better than I expected. That's definitely enough to use on our experiment."

I felt tears of shame bubbling up. I tried my best to hold them down, but some of them still leaked. There wasn't a single moment where I wished I was dead more than now. I thought of dad, of how would he react. Sadness? Disappointment? Anger? I didn't know.

"Ahhh, don't be sad Taylor! We aren't done yet!"

My eyes snapped open and focused back on Madison. Her eyes shone with cruel mischief. "While what I have here is good, I think we can do better!" What!? What was she talking about? Better? She had me masturbating on video! What more could she possibly want!? "So what do you think Taylor? What to help me get some more footage?" She starting stepping towards me, her grin growing deranged.

I spike of fear rose through me just as my heart froze in my chest.

* * *

1.3

"Come on Taylor! I know you want to! I can feel your frustration! Just keep rubbing like you were doing back there! I know you are dying for release!" Madison enthused, pointing at my crotch.

I shook my head in denial, doing my best to keep myself covered. I could do little for the shamed blush that ran all the way down to my collarbone, but I could make sure that she didn't get any more peeks at anything else. Especially not with the way Madison was looking at me. The way her eyes roved over my body with a strange glint I thought was malice. She was blushing too, I noticed. I didn't know why.

"Come on Taylor!" Madison repeated, a little urgency bleeding in. "Just one liiiittle orgasm and done!" I shook my head again, not trusting myself to speak. Her grin drooped for a second before coming back. "Tell you what, if you do what I tell you, I'll tell you where I hid your clothes."

I felt my eyes widen in shock. I had forgotten about them. How would I get home without them?

Madison's grin widened. "I see you figured out the little dilemma. You can't exactly take a bus buck naked. I am pretty sure that a slut of your caliber would enjoy it, but think of that dear daddy of yours. Wouldn't it be a shock!"

A sob escaped me. That had been a low blow. Even worse was that it worked. I could picture dad's grief as he was told that her daughter was arrested, or worse, raped and killed while streaking through town. I closed my eyes shut, trying futilely to hold back the tears. Sobbing and shaking uncontrollably and, I forced my arms to my sides, putting myself on display.

I heard Madison giggle again, more quietly, but I could still feel her attention on my body. My nipples were still hard, contracting almost painfully in the cool air. I could feel a slight breeze against my nethers.

I flinched when I felt something warm touch me. Four points -Madison's fingers, I guessed— applying slight pressure just above my collar bone. "I'm... impressed Taylor," I heard Madison say, her breathing a little harder. I felt her fingers trace the outline of my collarbone, before moving down my sternum and along the bottom of my ribs. A crawling feeling, remained wherever her fingers touched. "Your skin, is... is..." she trailed off as she moved her fingers to trace the bottom of my right breast, before using her whole hand massage and grope at it. "It's so smooth," she finished with a giggle. I shuddered in disgust both at the invasive touch, and at myself, because I actually felt good when Madison said it. More tears fell out of my cheeks.

Heedless of my shame, Madison stopped groping my breast, opting to use her spread hand to caress my stomach all the way down to my pelvis and back again, before using her thumb to run over my mons. I heard her hum appreciatively before saying "and not a single hair anywhere."

I gasped in surprise when she suddenly cupped my pussy, rubbing the outside of the lips. "My my," said Madison, "You might still have some hopes left Taylor, this slim and delicate pussy of yours is a guaranteed hit with guys."

Then then spread my pussy apart and started rubbing circles around my clit, and I felt completely disgusted with myself. Another sob racked my body, because I couldn't hold back it and the moan forming deep within me at the same time. It felt good, I was feeling good.

I was getting turned on. And it made me feel incredibly dirty. It made me feel like maybe they were right, and I was just a slut

I finally broke down when Madison took my clit and began rolling it against her thumb. The moan I was holding escaped my throat. Madison stopped for a second, and then gave another small giggle as she started rubbing my clit again. "Wow, Taylor," she said, "getting turned on by getting your pussy molested by another girl? How incredibly slutty." My heart withered, when she said that, and I hung my head, letting the tears run down my cheeks. "I am sure your mother must be proud that her daughter is following in her steps!"

My head raised to look at Madisson in disbelief. Did she just... Did she just say that my mom was... Was...

"Oh yeah, I know," was Madison's answer. She was grinning as she said "Emma told me of all the little things your mother did to your dad, and what she did behind his back."

It was almost a tangible thing. I could hear it, deep in the back of my mind. Something that strained for far too long under far too much weight, cracked. At that very moment all my suffering, all my shame, all my anger, pooled together in one big ball of hate, and I saw red.

The first slap was sudden and immediate. She yelped as she stepped back, surprise clearly written on her face. "You do not," I grounded out, followed by another slap, causing Madison to take another step back. I continued, "To call. *slap* My mother. *slap* A whore!" I yelled at the end, punctuating every word with another slap. By the end, our positions reversed, with Madison's back against the opposite row of lockers and with me using my full height to single handedly pin her wrists against the lockers. My other hand was under Madison's jaw, using my fingers to keep her head from turning. Madison for her part, looked completely stunned, eyes wide and and shining with unshed tears. The camera lay discarded behind us; She dropped it on the second slap.

"I can stand the insults," I told her, angry tears replacing the shame ones. "I can stand the tripping, I can stand my homework being stolen, hell, I can stand getting bathed in soda. But what I cannot stand is having my mother's memory desecrated like that. Am I clear?"

Apparently I wasn't, because the next thing out of her mouth was a desperate "You can't tell me what to do, you... You s-slut! I'll call your mom whatever the fuck-" Another slap fell, and she yelped. She tried to struggle, but I was taller and fitter, so it was in vain. When she realized that she wasn't going anywhere, she whimpered, but didn't try anything else.

"I don't think you understand your situation here Madison," I told her, anger edging my words. "I am done with your shit. I won't stand for it, not anymore. Now I want you to listen, and listen well."

"I loved my mother like nobody else in the world. She was warm, caring, and loyal. She was an English teacher at the university here. And before that, she was a social activist. She was a great woman, greater than you could ever hope to be. But above that, she was the greatest mom I could ask for. I was always her number one priority. Whenever I was sick, she would skip weeks at work to care for me. She almost lost her job, sometimes. All for me. She would move heaven and earth for my sake, and between her and my dad, I convinced they could actually do it."

Madison was looking at me with weariness, but I could also see curiosity in her too. "Losing my mother was the single, most painful experience in my life. Suddenly not having her warm support, it was like the floor was taken from under us, me and my dad. He retreated into himself, leaving me to deal with my own grief by myself. We haven't had a very close relationship since then. So do you know who do I turned for support? Emma. Yes, the same Emma you are thinking of. She was my best friend back then. It was with her help that I was able to pull through. But then she became the bitch that she is today, and it was like my last rock fell apart, and I plunged into the freezing ocean. My mom's memory is one of the few things that keeps me afloat. The flute you destroyed was part of that. I will not tolerate you taking any more of it away."

"Now," I said, far more calm than when I started. I lowered my head to be leveled with hers. "Do you know why I am telling you this?" She shook her head. "Because I want you to one very important thing. All that shit you three put me through? I had to deal with it by myself. And honestly? I think I am doing a very poor job. I hate your guts, Madison. I want nothing more than rip them out and feed them to the roaches. What you were doing right now? It was rape. You raped me. And right now? I am so very tempted to return the favor." And it was true. I was still horny, both from my aborted orgasm, and Madison's following groping. And for some reason, having Madison immobilized under me at my mercy, my handprint clearly adorning her face, was just stoking the fire. Lucy did say turnabout was fair play, afterall.

"So, why haven't you?" she asked. "Rape me, I mean?"

"Because I am better than you," was my answer, and she blinked incomprehensibly. "Yes, you heard me, I am better human being than you."

"Who are you to say that? What could you possibly do that I can't?" she asked. Oddly, I can see her face getting redder, and I can feel her fidgeting under me, but her question doesn't have any real heat. Is she pretending to resist? What is she getting at?

"It's not what I can do, it's what I don't do," I answered easily. "I don't go out of my way to ruin somebody's day. I don't insult people just because I feel like it. I don't prowl around and torture people for my own gratification like some sort of animal on the hunt. That's why I am a better person than you. Because I actually behave like a human being. You? You are just an animal. All of you really. Like wild animals attacking senselessly."

"Then, what are you going to do to me? Punish me like you would a wild animal?" she asked me breathlessly, which is weird, because I'm not choking her or anything. Her squirming is getting stronger too, like the redness of her face. Is she angry or not? Bah, doesn't matter.

I take a few moments to think my answer, relishing the feeling of Madison's squirming, before answering "No."

She blinked owlishly for a moment, before asking "why?" She almost sounded... Disappointed? I do my best to keep my confusion to myself. Wouldn't do to let Madison know she's getting to me.

"Like I said, I am a better person than you. You treat other people like animals, not me." I shake my head. I already spent too much time for this. My anger is almost gone now. In it's place there is simply a void, emotional exhaustion. Right now, I just want to get dressed and go home. I hope I haven't caught a cold; it's still chilly in here. "I think I got my point across," I said with a sigh. "Why don't you tell me where you hid my clothes so both of us can go home?"

She seemed surprised for a moment, almost disappointed again. Then she seemed to struggle with some sort internal struggle before her expression became resolute, and shook her head.

I think I might have let jaw hang a little bit, but I couldn't quite tell with how fucking flabbergasted I was. Even after the whole spiel I gave, even when it was proven that she could not fucking move, she is still being a stubborn bitch.

"Madison," I called sternly, "where are my clothes?"

She shook her head again, a little harder this time, and I could feel my anger building up again. "Madison," I repeated with more force, "My. Clothes. Where are they?"

Another head shake, and I snap. I slap her. "My clothes." She seemed stunned, but still refused to answer. I slap her and ask again, but she still refused! I tried again and again, but she didn't budge. At some point, don't know when, I gave up on asking, and simply slapped her repeatedly. Her tears were flowing freely now, and her cheeks were probably bruised to hell, but she still didn't say anything. Only yelps left her mouth, and nothing else. It only made my rage grow and grow.

"Do you want me to rape you!? It's that what you want!?" I yelled at her. She flinched, but didn't do anything else. "Ok, fine! You want me to rape you, I'll rape you!" I reached for for the hem of her short skirt, and pulled it up. Looking down, I could see she was wearing plain white panties, with a little blue bow on the elastic. While that was just like Madison, what really caught my attention was the wet spot where the cloth stuck closely to her skin, making it almost see through. That, and the small rivers flowing down Madison's legs from the spot on her crotch. I so surprised I was, that I didn't bother to stop the laugh that bubbled up. "I don't believe it! You are excited!? It's practically a flood down there! If I was a slut for reacting to you, what does this say about you!?" Yes, I am being a bitch. No, I don't care it makes me a hypocrite. I am pissed and missing an orgasm. I will get my revenge.