Cocky Queen to Cucky Quean

Oh, god, oh fuck- Holy balls, this is- this is so- so fucking gooodd!!

I gasp once more as I feel Dean's fingers thrusting into my pussy, the magnificent sensation of being filled sending thrills of pleasure sparking through me. I'm kneeling here on our bed: stark naked, my cast-off sports bra and yoga pants puddled on the carpet beneath me, barely visible over the side of our creaking bed. Behind me, Dean is growling out soft words of delightfully filthy commendation: telling me what a good little bitch I am… how fucking wet I am for him… how good girls know when to get on all fours and beg to be ridden from behind…

Oh, but that's not all the sounds going on right now. There are also those muffled, angry little moans from Tanya. The insistent creaking of the chair beneath her. The rustling of that adult medical diaper we taped around her stupid ass. And yes, the panting rhythm of her breathing: her nostrils flaring and her massive, naked tits heaving with her panicked exertions.

I raise my eyes to hers. Our gazes lock: my knowing brown eyes boring into her blue ones, so full of anger and desperation as they stare back over the silencing, glistening wraps of clear plastic tape and panty-filled mouth. At the pathetic sight, a bubble of knowing, sadistic laughter swells within me… even as Dean slips another finger into my cunt, and my eyes squeeze shut, and my laughter dissolves into a full-throated moan of pleasure.

God, this is so. Fucking. Good. We really should have done this sooner! And here I'd thought this was just going to be another ordinary Friday evening…

***

Tanya has always been a bit of a bitch, if I'm being honest. I've been her roommate for long enough now to know damn well how cocky she is – how pleased with herself she is – how convinced she is that her bleached blonde hair and giant boobs and thicc ass will have every guy on the planet begging her to fuck them for all eternity.

And when I say every guy, I mean every guy. Including the last three fellows who tried to get with me.

Oh, I won't blame her for 100% of it. The fact that I had to end up listening to her fucking each and every one of them isn't entirely her fault; as they say, it takes two to tango. But still, it's not easy to remain on the best of terms with a girl who keeps on snatching up all the guys right before your very eyes. Particularly when… well, when it's not her personality they're falling for.

It's the boobs, obviously. My little B-cups simply can't compete with those triple-D wonders that she's blessed with. She's said as much, too – right to my face. "Aww, such a pity curvy queens have all the fun – and get all the guys," she's told me once when I dared to express my hope that Percy would take me to the game, and she'd bluntly bragged that he was taking her instead. "Guess that's why they make implants, huh? For those poor girls who don't have it where it counts. Thank god I don't have that problem!"

Well, thank god I'm not a vicious slut like you, Tanya. Thank god I know how to be a decent human being. And besides, how stupid would a five-foot one, petite brunette pre-med student like me look with honkers as big as yours, anyway?

Maybe that's what got Dean's attention in the end – me being a decent human being. He'd seen Tanya before, of course. He'd even gone out with her a few times earlier this year, but somehow the two of them never seemed to click. The only info I ever got out of her after they broke up was some disdainful sniff about how he wasn't her type, and how he'd be lucky if he ever hooked up with a single girl before he graduated – "if he ever did." And all he ever said – before tonight, at least – was something about how nice it was to hang out with me when Tanya wasn't around.

But tonight changed all that.

"I'm shick and tired of her," I remember slurring out over my third drink, gazing with tipsy frankness over at Dean sipping his old-fashioned beside me. "She thinks she'sh all hot shtuff jus' because her boobs are big. Wass'at gotta do with anything, huh?"

The room teetered gently as he smiled into his drink, then flashed me a boyish smile. "Nothing at all, Leah," he assured me – and even in my tipsy glow I could feel his hand slipping up to caress my petite left breast. "She needs to learn someday that not every guy likes girls like her." "Yeah," I'd agreed simply. "Yeah. Yeah, not everyone. She oughta learn… Oughta…"

We were both a bit tipsy a half-hour later, as we walked through the cold night air toward campus and our dorms. Dean's arms were around me, and from his eager kisses and wandering hands I could tell he was hungry for something more than just a goodnight smooch. And, well… fuck me, so was I.

"Come on, les' go to my place," I urged, and he'd followed along with a soft laugh. "What, back to your dorm? But I thought you said Tanya's there tonight-" "Oh, she is," I giggled, and it was as if I could see her stupid scowling face before me already. "Didn't you say she needs to learn a lesson? Come on, you two aren't together anyone! Les' show her how much you like me now instead of her…"

Was it wrong that we didn't exactly deescalate the situation? Were we the bad guys for refusing to let her prickly comments go unnoticed? Tell me: how long would you be willing to listen to your own roommate muttering out sour grapes about pathetic ugly losers and sad, flat-chested girls deserving one another? And how long would you be willing to keep on making out on your dorm bed, while that bitch is literally sprawled on her own bunk on the other side of the room, snorting in disgust every time you let out the tiniest moan?

"That's it, I've had it!" I finally snapped, thrusting Dean off me and marching over, with eyes blazing and the taste of alcohol on my tongue, to stand imperiously over her. "Look, I don't plop my ass in here when you're making out with your friends, Tanya. So either you get out now, or-, or-"

"Or what?" She mocked, staring up at me with all the mild sweetness of an angry pitbull. "Whatcha gonna do about it, loser? Ooh, you gonna get your ugly boyfriend here to make me leave? Gah – you really think I even want watch you two pathetic nerds making out? Get over yourself alre-"

"Enough." Dean was there behind me, and suddenly I felt as if I was standing in the protective shadow of a menacing bear. "If you won't leave, Tanya, then I think we'll find a way to make your time here more enjoyable… for us, at least." He bent and whispered something in my ear – something that at first I could barely register. "Huh?" But upon his repeating it, it was as if a terrible, deliciously horrifying light dawned in my mind. Oh- oh god-

And of course I scampered to obey.

The rope was just where I'd seen it last: lying carelessly strewn in the corner where Tanya's latest rock-climbing fuck-buddy had left it. The packing tape and scissors were there in the miscellaneous junk drawer, right where I'd left them after sending that birthday package to Mom last week. All of them I brought – at a run. Because I could already hear the thump and muffled yells of a struggle beginning to unfold back in our bedroom.

Well… what else can I say, besides the simple fact that one flailing but out-of-shape politics major is no match for a guy from the wrestling team and one tipsy but enraged roommate? Tanya's skanky, low-cut top practically slid off in my hands, and a quick tug at her bra left it tumbling free. Her booty shorts were the toughest part, but thanks to Dean's expert handling and my own thin fingers, it wasn't long before they were off, too. And then… well, the thong followed.

"Take off your panties too, Leah." It was an order from Dean, and before I even knew it I was following suit… then staring in horrified delight as he forced not merely her own flimsy thong, but my cotton panties as well, deep into her wailing and biting mouth. It was like some crazy porno, honestly. She was being gagged with her own stupidly sexy clothes – and the panties of her own vengeful roommate.

"Tape."

Wrap after wrap coiled around her tossing head, her blonde hair tangling around her as she struggled and sticking fast to the adhesive surface. And still Dean continued, until the entire lower half of her face – from her flaring nose, down over her plumped and scarlet-painted lips, and ending at her quivering chin – was sealed ruthlessly away under a layer of plastic and strands of her own bleached hair.

"Onto the chair with her."

"No, please, wait," I cut in – and even now, I'm not sure what motivated me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the half-remembered memory of some weird-ass porn I saw once. Or maybe it was just my sensible, nurse-practitioner-to-be side coming in. But I stumbled up and over to my medical backpack – to the samples from the hands-on practice session last week – to the thick, rustling white rectangle within…

Oh, the muffled grunts and rolling eyes that she gave when we put that on her was nothing short of exhilarating.

And when we were done, panting with the effort, there Tanya sat: trussed up and bound tightly to her desk chair, an oversized medical diaper taped snugly around her stupid ass, and her foul mouth panty-gagged and sealed with tape. She wasn't about to go anywhere – not now. And even as I drew a shaky breath and glanced back at my partner in crime, I saw a light in his eyes that I had never before seen…

"On the bed, Leah. Now that this 'friend' of yours is in a better position to appreciate it, it's time we gave her a little show… "

***

The very memory of that moment – the wide-eyed horror and hatred in Tanya's face, the growl of authority in Dean's low voice, and the instinctive, obedient quiver of my own naked knees – sends me hurtling toward the edge. Oh, fuck me, this is intense! I've never even fantasized about making out in front of someone, let alone tying them up. Or gagging them- ohhh! with- with their own panties-

"Go on, baby. Show her how a beautiful, sexy babygirl like you cums. Show her how good it feels to make her watch you- while I ride you- fuck you- make you squirt and moan-"

"Ohhh- Dean! Yes- ye- ye- ye- YEESSSS! Yes, I WILL! I- I'm cumming- I- I- can't- I can't- heeeellllppp iiitttt!!!!"

Well, what can I say? I do cum – repeatedly. To the music of Dean's voice… and the gasps of my own pleasure… and the muffled, anguished grunts of my stupid, pathetic, tied up, diapered bimbo bitch of a roommate.

Who says curvy girls have all the fun now, hmm?