<strong>Vern ~ with Lily Madison and Evie in the class room</strong><br/><br/>The other two were helpless screaming at Vern. He loved it. They'd be screaming soon enough and just as helpless when he went to humiliate and put them in their place.<br/><br/>"Oh Yeah!" Vern called out to the other two, and laughed, "What this!!"<br/><br/>He moved his fingers from Madison's slit, slipped his hand under her and wiped her dew on her nipples. Coating her breasts in her own juice.<br/><br/>"My mistake," He slapped her ass hard twice, before diving into her heat again.<br/><br/>Determined to bring her to a screaming orgasm with his fingers. He worked into her heat carefully, knowing most of the first year were virgins. He roughed her clit every time he stroked out of her. Leaving a lusty juice trail over her pussy lips.<br/><br/>"Yeah, you're not wet, what the fuck was I thinkin," he told her and pulled her hair to tilt her head back and bow her body so her breasts scraped against the hard dirty floor.<br/><br/>"An yah ain't gonna be screamin either," He growled working the heat into her slit.<br/><br/>The other two were gonna get the same treatment soon. He was gonna break the four of them so they hated him but needed what he gave them. And he was gonna give them hell in a collar.<br/><br/>They didn't know it yet but they had just been bought this morning. He was here to collect and transport them to their new owner with discriminating tastes.<br/><br/><strong>Jarid Sark ~ With Charlotte</strong><br/><br/>Her plea in that whisper touch him deeply. His kissed her temple and mumbled against her hair, "I think you've had quiet enough."<br/><br/>He carried her out of the Music Building and across the campus to the teachers building. His flat was on the second floor.<br/><br/>"Tea it is," Sark said quietly as he opened the door to the building.<br/><br/>He walked up two flights of stairs to the third door on the right. It took a minute to dig the key from his pocket and get the door open. His flat was modestly arranged.<br/><br/>The door opened into a living room with a fireplace. A large rocking chair. An overstuffed chair and a hide-a-bed twin couch.<br/><br/>To the right was the open bar like kitchen. Stove and cabinets to the wall. Sink on the island and on the other side which was probably considered the living room three tall chairs that faced the kitchen meant for dinning.<br/><br/>The other side of the living room next to the fireplace on the right was a door. Bed and bathroom on the other side of the open door.<br/><br/>On the left of the fire place a door way. It was suppose to be a study be a key board and recording equipment stood waiting in the room.<br/><br/>He carried her in his arms to the stove. She needed something to do with her hands beside fret. Something for her mind as well beside crying and feeling terrible.<br/><br/>He thought she could manage getting the kettle under the tap while she was still in his arm. Then on the stove and a nice sit down on the rocker while they waited for it to whistle. He painted this place in pastels. It calmed him after a busy day and helped the creative juices flow. He hoped it would give her some comfort and a sense of safety she needed.<br/><br/>Not everything had to hurt. Certainly not tea time. Certainly not rocking by the fire. Certainly not with him.<br/><br/>"Can you grab the kettle?" Jarid asked knowing the kettle was cold and needed water.<br/><br/>