Note: This is a fantasy about acts that would be evil in reality.
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"Are you free this evening?" I asked Edward at the end of our Human Sexuality class.
"Uh, sure," Edward said, giving me a shy smile. "I was about to ask you if you wanted to go and get ice cream."
"Oh," I said, blushing a bit. "I was going to ask if you wanted to plan for ravishing Jenny."
"Oh."
Our semester so far had been a parade of unlikely events. Five weeks earlier we'd been assigned a group project about rape fantasies. Our groupmate Gianna hadn't contributed, so Edward and I had caught her alone; he ravished her and filled her fertile pussy with cum while I videotaped it and touched myself. We'd turned it in, under the pretense that it was me acting in the video, and Professor Connor had realized what we'd done. But instead of turning us in she'd congratulated us for turning Gianna from a shameless cheater into a single mother-to-be.
Professor Connor's condition for keeping our secret, though, was that we also ravish another of her cheating students. I'd been discreetly surveilling Jenny for about a week, getting a feel for her routine. She was short, with beautifully perky tits and short blonde hair that she'd dyed blue. She always wore overalls instead of pants, so I didn't know what her ass or her legs really looked like, but I was eager to find out.
"How about this," Edward suggested. "We get ice cream, then we walk in the park and talk about ravishing Jenny when no one is around."
"Yes," I breathed. "That sounds nice."
He smiled and squeezed my hand. "Good."
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"She's an art major," I said, in between licks of my salted caramel ice cream. "But she's paying other kids to do all of her non-art classwork for her, because it's beneath her or something."
"Well, that explains why Professor Connor doesn't like her," Edward replied. He'd drunk most of his cookies and cream milkshake but was taking his time with the last bit to stay with me.
"I should be able to grab her when she walks past the forest at the fountain," he went on.
"Well," I said, "I was thinking I might like to help grab her this time."
"Oh," Edward said. "Just grab her, or hold her down, too?"
"Both. I want to feel her struggle."
Edward nodded, and shifted just a bit to forestall his arousal. "That'll mean you won't be able to, uh, take care of yourself," he noted.
"That's okay," I said. "That'll just make it better for me later."
He frowned minutely, then nodded. "If that's what you want, then yes."
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"Alright," I said into the walkie-talkie. "She just passed Bingham. I'm walking with her."
"Be careful," Edward's voice replied.
I stepped out and began shadowing Jenny. Her last art class finished up after nine, and while certain parts of campus were very active, the park behind the art complex was quiet.
I let myself get distracted by her ass for just a moment. I could discern just a bit of her curves each time she took a step, the denim pulled taut for a split second. If I was an artist, I'd be tempted to paint her, to try to capture something of her in this moment. I lacked the skill, though, so experiencing her ravishment would have to do.
Edward was walking toward us, his half-mask already pulled up. Jenny saw him and veered towards me, trying to give him a wide berth. I let her come closer, only reaching out to cover her mouth at the last moment.
I could feel her squealing, her breath hot against my hand as she struggled to push my hand away. I grabbed her left arm from behind, keeping it pinned to her side. She might have had a chance to struggle away, given another moment, but Edward was there, reaching beneath her and lifting her off the ground. We dashed into the forest, with Jenny struggling against us as we went.
I'd set the camera up an hour earlier, and we carried her right to the clearing. Edward and I locked eyes, and I could read his excitement as we set her down.
"Let me go!" Jenny shouted as soon as I uncovered her mouth.
"We will," I said. My own half-mask prevented her from getting a good look at me, and I wore colored contacts to further conceal my appearance. I'd considered trying to disguise my voice, but I didn't think I could manage it.
"We'll let you go in a bit, sweetie," Edward said. "But first we want to work on an art project with you."
"What?" she frowned.
"It's true," I said. I pinned her arms above her head as Edward straddled her. She struggled, testing my grip. I was a bit stronger, but I didn't know how high her adrenaline would take her once we got going.
"Let's see what kind of canvas she's going to give us," Edward said, and reached for the button on her left shoulder.
"No!" Jenny cried out. She twisted frantically, trying to break free of my grip and Edward's attention. It was exhilarating, feeling her pull mightily against my grip now that she knew what we intended, only for my grip to hold. I felt a momentary pang of guilt for denying Edward the pleasure of feeling her struggles, but his expression as he pulled down the front of her overalls told me that he didn't mind.
Even with her t-shirt and bra still on, her tits were lovely - small and determinedly perky. Edward stared for a moment, appreciating the shape of her, then moved down to perch on her thighs. Reaching back, he slipped her tennis shoes off of her feet, then pulled off her short socks.
"Wait!" she cried. "Stop! You don't have to do this!"
"We know," Edward said, looking back to admire her little feet before turning to examine her slender midriff.
"No," she gasped, as Edward ran his fingers along her waist. "I've got money. I can pay you plenty!"
"We don't want your money, sweetie," I said. "We want the chance to collaborate with you."
"We'll pay you in exposure," Edward said, then grabbed the waist of her overalls and pulled.
There was too much to look at over the next few seconds, and I was glad I would have the video. Jenny's eyes went wide as Edward pulled her overalls and her panties down. She screamed and kicked, her body twisting desperately, but he lifted himself up and pulled until it all slid off of her legs. Her eyes and her mouth went wide as I felt her try again to throw me off.
I could have looked at nothing but Edward's face as he saw her half-naked body. His eyes darted back and forth, lust smoldering in his gaze as he took her in, from her little feet to her slender legs to the brown hair of her bush. I couldn't see much of her pussy from my angle, but Edward could see everything. He paused, though, and looked gratefully at me.
"Does she have a pretty Georgia O'Keeffe?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he agreed. His mask hid his mouth, but his smile showed in his eyes.
"Stop it!" Jenny cried. She tried to kick free, but Edward knelt between her legs, wrapping an arm around each leg to keep them in place. He leaned in closer, then lay down, his head mere inches from Jenny's bare pussy.
She looked up at me. I couldn't tell what she hoped to see - a sign that this was a prank, or an opening in my grip, or just an identifying detail that she could report later.
She was terribly pretty. She'd dyed her short hair blue, but I could see her blonde showing through. Her wide eyes were a lovely green; her cheeks were flushed with exertion.
I was staring into her eyes when Edward pushed his half-mask down and pressed his lips against her thigh. Her eyes went wider, and her lips made a silent O somewhere between arousal and outrage.
"No!" she cried, but Edward had no intention of stopping. In my peripheral vision I watched his curly hair move as he kissed his way to her cunt and pressed his lips against hers.
She gasped, then pushed mightily against my grip. "Stop!" she pleaded.
"He's a good kisser, isn't he?" I asked. I knew he was, at least in other regions. A week ago, he'd kissed me when we went for a walk, holding me gently under the willow at the end of campus, letting me figure out how we fit together. Since then, he'd kissed me goodnight every time we went out.
Jenny didn't reply, but I didn't mind. I was watching her face as she tried to deny what Edward was doing to her. She gritted her teeth, her nose wrinkling adorably. She jerked her head from side to side, an exaggerated version of Edward's movements as he pleasured her. She blushed, deeper and deeper, as the pleasure rose up.
Her sounds were the surest sign of what she felt. She'd started with wordless squeals of outrage as he'd begun, but they grew breathier as he worked. She would start to moan, and hear herself and try to turn it into a roar of anger. I supposed that it made sense for a painter to be less skilled at the audio piece.
I turned to watch Edward as he went down on her. His curly head bobbed back and forth, chasing Jenny's pleasure. I watched him hold her legs as she squirmed, and marveled at how she connected us - he drove her higher, and she struggled, and I felt every desperate movement. I could feel myself starting to get wet, but couldn't move to do anything about it.
"Oh, she likes that," I murmured. "But we're still not getting the full picture."
Edward shifted. He took one arm off of Jenny's leg and pushed his mask back up, then looked at me.
"We can fix that," he said, and moved up.
Edward was still wearing his pants as he sat on Jenny's hips, but she squealed like he was already ravishing her. I pushed down, keeping her wrists in place, as Edward hooked his fingers under her shirt and yanked up. He pushed until her shirt was past her head and bunched around her wrists, just below where I held her.
