XXXIII
Tori
E ven though Gemini has said we’re all going to breakfast together, I still get up early to make sure the table is set, before I return to the house to wait for the others, as instructed.
The three of them descend the stairs together, as if they had a group chat to coordinate their entrance. Royal’s skipping whatever workout or training he’s supposed to be at, and like Syn, is dressed impeccably in his uniform.
I’m not sure there are many colleges that enforce the uniform rule, and until moving into this house, I’d never really cared either way. Until I had to spend time running back and forth to swap between whatever clothing Syn decreed I needed to wear…
Of the three, Gemini’s wearing his uniform in the vaguest sense of the term. Black, ripped skinny jeans instead of the dark blue pants guys are required to wear. He probably is wearing a shirt, though the top buttons won’t be fastened, and won’t be wearing a tie. But all of that is hidden beneath the thick, black hoodie he’s wearing.
The band aid that had been on Syn’s temple yesterday is gone, and I can make out a thin red line beneath the light brown hair that’s falling over his forehead. Both of his hands are in his pockets, but I can still see the crisp, white edge of a bandage poking out.
He doesn’t look happy. Not that I’ve ever witnessed more than a twisted, evil smile directed at me, but there’s something about Syn today that seems off. I almost ask him if he’s okay, but I catch myself and remember that he’s a dick, and I don’t care.
With his hands in the big hoodie pocket, Gemini jumps down the last two steps, landing just in front of me. “Ready for your punishment, Vixen?”
“Could you just ground me and send me to my room?” I mutter.
“But then you’d miss out on eating breakfast with us.”
There’s absolutely no way on earth that the only punishment is that. There’s clearly a catch…
Tilting his head, Gemini looks me up and down, as if he’s only just seen me. “Why are you wearing that?”
“You said we were going to breakfast together. I assumed that I’d still need to serve—”
“Go put your uniform on.”
“And don’t keep us waiting,” Syn tells me before I can respond.
By now, I’ve had plenty of practice at getting changed in record speeds. There are days when being late to my classes is guaranteed, but that time has dropped considerably over the last few weeks after spending all my time running everywhere.
As I head upstairs to change, my mind is racing again, trying to guess what the punishment is. To be fair, being made to sit with them—with Syn—will be torture enough, but I doubt they’d see it that way.
I pull on my jacket and head back down. Halfway down the stairs, a thought hits me, plummeting into the depths of my stomach. Is this another opportunity for Syn to fuck with my food? If I’m not serving them, who is? And what are they serving?
Pausing on the last step, I fight back the nausea and the urge to run. The timer counting down to my exit sped up last night. There’s only three weeks until the end of the semester, and Christmas break starts. With what happened last night, I’m not sure I’ll make it to the start of finals.
It’s Syn’s birthday next weekend, and if I don’t go tonight, I’ll bet some big, dramatic execution at his birthday party will be the best present he can get.
I need this week to get that camera set up in his room to get on his computer. Which means, I need to suck this up and deal with—
“Lift up your skirt.”
Gemini’s instruction is the last thing I’m expecting, and I just stand there, staring dumbly at him.
“The reason we’re all here right now, is because of your inability to follow instructions,” Syn says, irritated. “Do—?”
I lift my skirt up.
This uniform is not the same one that had been provided to me as part of my scholarship at the start of the semester. Although I got that back when I found my suitcases, I’ve continued to wear the clothing he’s given me—even if I’d rather wear a pair of pants instead of the skirt that’s too short to sit comfortably in—including the pair of white lace panties.
“You can take them off. You won’t be needing them,” Gemini tells me.
Feeling Syn’s eyes bore into me, I don’t hesitate as I pull my panties down, letting them fall to the ground so that I can step out of them.
The punishment is going commando?
The short skirt means I’m really going to have to be careful when I sit, but there’s a tablecloth already covering their table in the dining hall. But it’s not even close to what I was expecting. I take the last step down and start walking towards the closet where my coat is hanging.
Gemini steps in front of me, grinning manically at me from under his hood. “Now you need to put these on.”
He pulls his hand out of his hoodie, thrusting something crimson at me.
I take it from him, confused, until I unwrap the bundle of red fabric.
Panties.
Panties with a thick waistband to support the small matching red box on the side.
Panties with a rather realistic looking—if not for the fact it was the same shade as the red flag Syn’s got sailing above him—cock attached to the inside.
“Don’t look so disappointed,” Gemini tells me. “I had that specially made with an exact replica of Syn’s dick. You don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
Syn folds his arms as he lets out an exasperated sigh, but he continues to glare at me, not Gemini.
I’ve seen Syn’s cock once. Twice, if you include the video Gemini was watching. In neither occasion was I in a state to be able to pay attention to his cock or even tell if it really is a replica. That’s not the thought running through my mind, however.
Nor is how Gemini got that molding, if it is true—though Syn’s expression doesn’t hint towards anything, suggesting he believes what Gemini claims.
As for Syn’s feelings, if he had any, maybe I’d care, but I’m not thinking about that either.
“You want me to… wear… this? Outside?”
“You kinda gotta leave the house to get to the dining hall and your classes—”
“My classes?”
“Leave the house wearing that or leave,” Syn says.
I hope this is a replica of his dick. Because when I do leave—and that’s not today—it won’t be before I slap this around the side of his face hard enough to leave a mark.
This is nothing.
The worst someone is going to see is a flash of red panties, but this fucked up little punishment of Gemini’s is probably going to result in him having a raging hard-on in class, while Syn is relying on me being mortified or ashamed.
I won’t be either.
I don’t even try to go to the bedroom or a bathroom to put this on.
With the cock, the underwear is a little awkward to put on, and it’s only as I start to line the tip up with my entrance that I slow.
I’m not sure how far Gemini thought this through, because if he thinks I’m turned on and wet, he’s really misjudged the situation. He’s also not provided me with any lube. Asking for some might get him to provide it, but my gut—and the smug look on his face—says the more likely outcome is Syn forcing it inside me.
Biting the inside of my cheek as I stare Syn dead in the eyes, I push the cock in me. The process isn’t something I’d choose to repeat, but overall, I feel more discomfort than pain.
It’s only when the full length is inside me that I discover there’s something else in the panties. I’m not about to take them off now to find out what it is, exactly, but there’s something solid pressing against me, just below my clit.
I readjust the waistband, so the small box sits comfortably at my hip, and then I straighten my skirt, pretending that my pussy isn’t contracting around this object, and I’m not trying to work out how I feel.
“That went in rather easily,” Syn says.
“Of course it did. Gemini said it was modeled on your dick, and I’ve had tampons bigger than that.”
Right now, I know I’m hanging on by my nails to stay here, but the shade of red his face goes—not too dissimilar to the color of the cock inside me—is worth it.
“Let’s get this over with.” I grab my coat and shoes from the closet and then put them on before I walk straight out the door.
Before I get to last step off the porch, I know this isn’t going to be easy. Even though the panties are clearly helping keep the cock in place, every step makes it feel like it’s going to inch out, and that makes me want to clench my legs together.
As I start walking towards the dining hall, Gemini catches up to me, linking his arm through mine. “Today, you get to ride in the golf cart,” he tells me, steering me towards the side of the house.
Royal takes the driver’s seat as Syn sits beside him, refusing to look at me.
I get in the back beside Gemini, and instantly, I have to bite my lip to stop the gasp that tries to escape me. Sitting only pushes the cock deeper, but also changes the angle. And the extra bit of solid something, is now firmly pressed against my clit.
The paths that twist across the campus and between the buildings, are made of stone, not concrete. After spending a week dragging a cart ladened with food back and forth, I know they’re bumpy enough to make the plates and dishes rattle, but I feel every bump deep inside me.
Despite its initial protests, my body is quickly getting used to the object, and while I certainly wasn’t feeling turned on earlier, the short journey seems to kick start things.
By the time we arrive, the dining hall is busy, and naturally, as Syn, Royal, and Gemini walk in, every set of eyes is on them, like they’re celebrities. Then, when the other students see me walk in behind them, the attention shifts to me.
Walking to the table, I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I have to tell myself that everyone will think my blushing is coming from the cold morning air to the warmth of the dining hall. Unless Gemini’s sent a message out to everyone this morning, no one will even be able to tell that I’m trying not to get turned on just from walking across the room.
The thought of this being put on blast is dismissed almost as soon as I think of it. Gemini will get more kicks out of people not knowing, and him hoping I spontaneously come in front of everyone. Unfortunately for him, it’s going to take a lot more than this to get an orgasm out of me.
We walk up to the table. Even though it’s only ever the three of them that sit there, there are six seats down one side. The table is wide enough for another six people to sit opposite, but instead, the table is located at the edge of a small, raised area.
None of them seem upset that the tablecloth and runner is already present, along with settings for three people. Gemini points to the seat he usually takes. “Hang your coat on that, then let’s get breakfast.”
Despite the cold weather, I’m the only one wearing a coat. I do as Gemini tells me, but as none of them sit, neither do I. Breakfast and lunch are self-service. There’s a wide selection of food choices, and it’s possible to have some items made to order, but it’s only the evening meal when service is provided.
Unless you’re Synclair Keyingham.
There hasn’t been a single meal, that I’m aware of, that he hasn’t been waited on.
Which is why I have to fight to hide my confusion as we walk back down towards the service area. Judging from the number of people who actually have their mouths open as they watch us, I’m guessing this isn’t a common occurrence.
To make matters even more confusing, we stand at the end of the line.
I barely managed to eat my Thanksgiving meal, and I don’t have much of an appetite as it is, but I refuse to let Syn think I’m affected by any of this. So even though I’d rather grab a coffee, I stand in the line for a hot breakfast.
Then, as I’m about to place a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto my plate, the cock starts pulsing.
“Holy fuck,” I yelp, my hand dropping so sharply, that the spoon smacks against the metal tray containing the eggs. The metallic bang rings out across the room that’s already much quieter than usual as people are more focused on us.
The strong pulses stop as abruptly as they started. When I turn to Gemini, he’s grinning like a lunatic, and he’s also holding his phone.
He leans towards me, turning his head so his hood acts like a shield. “Looks like you connected to my Bluetooth successfully.”
“Oh, god, please, no,” I whisper.
“You’re going to have to beg a lot louder than that,” Syn tells me, as though I was talking to him.
But I wasn’t talking to him. I wasn’t even talking to Gemini.
I was talking to myself.
Because the one thing that rushed through me wasn’t shame, desperation, or even panic.
It was excitement.