The Prefect, Parts 46-48
Part 46
Melanie was a prefect!!
How was she possibly taking Kaitlyn’s side on all this? It’s not like there was any bad blood between the two blonde sophomores. They had always gotten along just fine. But here Melanie was, not only letting a first-year off the hook for everything she had put Elise through, but letting said girl continue to play her dominant games.
“Mel, that’s not fair,” Elise murmured. Though she was fully dressed, she clutched Annie’s blazer to her chest as if there was still somehow a risk of being exposed. “Kaitlyn is . . . ” she trailed off. It was impossible to find a word that encapsulated everything that Kaitlyn was, and the redhead had also instilled a decent amount of fear into Elise throughout their time together. Bad-mouthing her felt almost dangerous, even in the solitude of her room.
Melanie just smiled. It wasn’t wicked, or smug, or amused. Essentially, none of the emotions Elise had witnessed in the first-year common room. It was almost reassuring. “Kaitlyn is good for you,” she said, “Like I said, you need to break out of your shell. And letting you go back to your old ways now just won’t do.”
“My- my old ways?” There was nothing wrong with how Elise did things. She got straight A’s, had a good rapport with everyone at the academy, and was one of the youngest prefects at the school. Setting herself up for success early; thanks to all the hard work she had put in, things would only get better moving forward. Not just at school, but also beyond, thanks to all the recommendations she assumed she would be getting. For her merit, rather than playing the game like other girls did. Like Kaitlyn probably would. It was easy to imagine her manipulating her way into everyone’s favor without actually putting forth any effort.
The redhead really did have a lasting effect. Elise was in the safety of her own room, kind of, and yet she still couldn’t get Kaitlyn off her mind. Just like Elise was scared of what might get back to Kaitlyn, she was also worried the girl would waltz into the room at any moment.
“I don’t mean this to be insulting, Elise, but you’re so straight laced. Like, don’t get me wrong; I know you go to parties and are fun in your own way. Except it’s more than that. It’s almost like you’re scared to relax and let your guard down. And have you dated anyone, ever?”
Elise didn’t quite know what to say. Just like the reassuring nature of Melanie’s expression, there was a noticeably genuineness to both her words and her tone. At the same time, however, her co-prefect had been plenty stern and demanding with her up in the study room before reverting back to her warm self. While the personality pivoting didn’t necessarily feel manipulative, it was enough for Elise to, well, keep her guard up. Especially since there was the whole part about how Melanie was a messenger for Kaitlyn, and clearly had no qualms about the pet thing.
Focusing on the last bit of Melanie’s analysis, Elise said, “It’s an all girl’s school.”
“So? Plenty of us have dated boys at our brother school, or met people in the city. I literally have a boyfriend, Elise.”
“I’m not trying to date right now.” School was the priority.
With a knowing look, Melanie replied, “I’ve heard that before from closeted girls.”
Elise gasped as it dawned on her what Melanie was implying. “I’m not- Melanie, I’m not like that!!” she exclaimed, blushing dark red at the suggestion/accusation. Yes, she was wildly confused about some of the ways her turned on body had betrayed her. There were countless examples that flitted through her mind, but only because Melanie had just sparked such thoughts. Moaning from a girl’s touch, fingering herself to the thought of Anna, and later kissing the small brunette back without any hesitation.
Objectively, the evidence all pointed that way. But it was way, way more complicated than that. Blurry as the order of events with Kaitlyn and company had gotten, there was still the undeniable fact that she had been given no choice but to go along with everything. Exposing herself, letting her body be groped and punished, and eventually pleasuring herself in front of everyone. But she had to. It was the only way through, and none of it meant she was actually a lesbian! That’s just what Kaitlyn was telling everyone. And what Elise was ‘proving’ as she continued being obedient and giving into the peer pressure, the sunk cost fallacy, and the dominant girl’s demands.
“So you say,” Melanie shrugged, “You know what I think?”
“What?” Elise reluctantly asked. She probably didn’t need to. Melanie was clearly running this show, albeit in a more gentle way than Kaitlyn had run hers.
“I think you like girls.” It was stated so simply, so directly. “But it’s more than that, Elise. All this studying and prefect-ing? It’s left you so pent up. I mean, fuck, I go out of my mind if I go too long without getting laid. But you’re single, and too guarded to tell anyone what you’re really into. I’m not trying to say you’re a full blown lesbian like Kaitlyn claimed, but come on. It’s an all girl’s school. Literally everyone here ends up a little curious.”
Elise knew that, of course. She wasn’t blind, and being a prefect meant that she caught plenty of inappropriate activity happening after hours and/or at inappropriate locations. That, and she had overheard one or two conversations about the limited options without boys on campus, and how fooling around with another girl worked in the meantime. It was just . . . that kind of ‘experimentation’ was such a cliché. Whether it was curing boredom or seeking attention, Elise doubted that most of those girls were as into it as they pretended to be.
Regardless, that was not the story Kaitlyn had sold about her earlier. While Melanie might have softened it to ‘full blown lesbian,’ Elise was certain that Kaitlyn had gone with ‘lesbian slut’ when selectively sharing parts of it with Melanie.
“I’m straight.” It had sounded more assertive in Elise’s head. But with all the memories brought on by Melanie’s words, as well as the nervous curiosity about Kaitlyn’s message that had yet to be delivered, Elise was perpetually on her back foot. Just a few hours ago, she would have pushed back a lot more if someone suggested an alternative sexuality for her. Although the blush probably would have existed then, too. Now that she had done so many things with girls, however, it was difficult to be strong about her rejection of the idea.
“Mm hmm,” Melanie hummed, “How about a test?”
Normally, Elise was the girl who could ace any test. However, that only worked because she knew what to study for. This would clearly be something completely different, with no way to prepare. Melanie’s lilting tone also wasn’t a good sign.
“What kind of test?” she hesitantly asked. Daunted as she was, it would be worth it to prove that she wasn’t the lesbian slut Kaitlyn said she was or the curious girl Melanie presumed from splitting the difference from knowing Elise and hearing whatever she heard from the cruel redhead.
Melanie approached Elise with an idle smile.
“Just to be clear, this doesn’t mean anything to me.” Then, out of nowhere, she ran a hand through Elise’s hair and leaned in for a kiss.
Part 47
“Mmm!”
Just like when Anna had abruptly kissed her near the end, Elise whined into Melanie’s lips in surprise. It was a more quiet reaction than earlier, but it had also been a gentler approach than how the brunette had just gone for it with no holds barred. While Melanie’s lips weren’t quite the same as Anna’s, the softness was all too familiar.
Elise sunk into the kiss right away. Her lips parted and locked with Melanie’s, and she matched the bit of pressure offered to her. For a few long moments, it was like her body was on autopilot. More conditioned than she realized, Elise had closed her eyes and lifted a hand to stabilize herself on Melanie’s side. It wasn’t until her fellow prefect was pulling back that Elise came back to her senses.
Feeling an incredible amount of heat rise to her cheeks as she realized she had momentarily chased Melanie’s lips as they retreated, Elise reluctantly allowed her eyes to flutter back open and take in the dirty blonde who was mere inches from her face. “You- I- no, that . . . and-” Elise began sputtering. Her former self would be freaking out and scampering away, perhaps somewhat pushing away Melanie in the process in the name of distancing herself from the nerve-wrackingly intimate proximity. Instead, it was like she was rooted to the spot, and was all too aware of the dull warmth between her legs that had just been stoked before she had a chance to put it out completely.
“Admit it, Elise.” Melanie idly twirled Elise’s blonde locks in her hand and looked deep into her eyes. There was still no smugness to her smile, like Kaitlyn always seemed to have to some degree. And there was no desire in her eyes, like Anna began to show glimpses of as the game progressed. Instead, everything about Melanie’s expression and body language seemed to simply say ‘I told you so.’ After a disclaimer like the one she gave, it was clear that she was only making a point with all this. “You like girls.” Melanie was dating a guy. This was meaningless to her. And yet, she still managed to hold Elise’s attention.
But it wasn’t like that! “N-no,” Elise whispered. She averted her gaze. It’s not like she had a problem with other girls with varying sexualities. But she knew herself, and she knew that this wasn’t her. Not only was she not into girls, but she also wasn’t the slut Kaitlyn painted her as. And yet here she was, kissing Melanie back simply because a kiss had been initiated. “I don’t- I mean, Kaitlyn just-”
“If you’re not into girls, Elise, then tell me to stop,” Melanie calmly said, “I’m not Kaitlyn. I’m not making you do anything, am I?” She paused for a moment to let that sink in, then continued, “Say the word, and I’ll back off. Or give me a sign. A push. A pinch. Something. Okay?”
Elise didn’t understand at first. Still blushing, and speechless for a moment in the face of this new ordeal, she said, “Melanie-” but that’s as far as she got. When Elise’s lips parted to respond, Melanie quickly stepped forward and plunged her tongue into Elise’s mouth with a deep kiss. Rather than screaming or squirming or shoving Melanie back like one of the ideas that had just been given to her, Elise melted even more than before as she met the unexpected passion with an instinctive fervor of her own. More desperately grabbing at Melanie and pulling her in rather than pushing her away, Elise played back with her own tongue only to be instantly disappointed as the kiss ended as quickly as it began. “What- why . . . ?” This time, she was whining for a completely different reason as Melanie broke things off and stepped back enough so chasing wasn’t going to be possible.
“Do you like girls?” Melanie bluntly asked.
“Yes . . . ” The answer escaped Elise’s lips before she was able to stop herself from quietly blurting it out. “I mean-” Right away, she tried to backpedal a bit, because she was still quite flustered and not sure what to make of what just happened. It’s not that she was necessarily attracted to girls, or interested in dating them or even fooling around with them in an experimental way. Her meek ‘yes’ more stemmed from the fact that she wanted more of the teasing yet passionate kiss she had just been given.
It was just more of the same. All physical. Elise had been reluctantly turned on earlier, and her lust had been directed towards girls in so many different ways. Even now, she was fully aware that she didn’t like Melanie like that and shouldn’t be so desperately kissing a girl with a boyfriend, but knew that she would absolutely reciprocate if the dirty blonde initiated again.
“Admit it, Elise. Then we can move on.”
“But-”
“Admit it.”
She didn’t. Deep down, she knew it wasn’t true. But nonetheless, Elise awkwardly murmured, “I like girls.” Moving on was just the temptation she needed. Anything to finally have some privacy in her own room, and calm herself and her body down to the point where she could truly think clearly without having to worry about Kaitlyn, public nudity, or conversations revolving around her alleged non-straight sexuality.
“That’s what I thought,” Melanie chuckled. Taking another step back to give Elise some space, she said, “Now, one more thing. You need to strip, Elise. Right now.”
Wait, what? Elise’s eyes widened at both the suggestion and how casually it had been said. She had JUST been given clothes again, and made it back to the privacy of her dorm. Surely Melanie couldn’t be serious! That was too much. “Mel, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Listen to me, Elise. I’m telling you that you need to strip. You’re not going to disobey me, are you?”
“But-”
“Stop stalling, girl. Strip. Right now.”
A small whimper sounded in the back of her throat, but that was the only bit of protest that was left. Without waiting for Melanie to demand it of her again, Elise began undressing. Shrugging off Anna’s blazer and hanging it on the desk chair nearby, Elise hesitated after a single button after remembering that she was going commando thanks to the limited outfit pieces Kaitlyn had given to Melanie. “Umm, Melanie . . . ”
Melanie waved her off right away. “Go on, Elise. And no covering, okay? Come on, hop to it! I don’t want to be late to dinner.”
Right away, Elise continued. Button by button, she loosened the snug top until it was time to take it off completely. Though it was her own room, the fact that Melanie was there made Elise wince in embarrassment as she pulled open the top more laboriously than when she had flashed her co-prefect in the other building in a similar manner.
Just like she had been for so long down in the first-years’ common room, Elise was standing there in nothing but Anna’s skirt. Only this time, her last shred of clothing didn’t get to protect her modesty for nearly as long. At another bossy remark from Melanie, Elise resisted the urge to cover her bare chest as she reached behind herself to unzip the tight skirt.
For the second time in less than an hour, Elise was fully topless and baring herself while her hands and arms remained down. At least it was one girl this time, instead of ten.
Nervously swallowing, Elise gripped the waistband of the skirt and began pulling it down.
Part 48
Was Melanie going to break character and admit that this was all a joke she was taking too far? Elise kept praying that was the case as she slightly wriggled her hips to work her way out of Anna’s skirt.
As the waistband of the tight plaid layer neared her womanhood, Elise gave one last hopeful look to the dirty blonde. Was this really necessary? Was she actually taking Kaitlyn’s side on all this? And how could they have just kissed when Melanie had a boyfriend and wasn’t actually into girls? Despite how it apparently meant nothing to her co-prefect, it had felt confusingly good to Elise. Like everything else promiscuous she had been through recently.
There was no mercy to be found in Melanie. And, while there was no malice compared to the redhead before her, it was still another girl not budging when it came to ordering Elise around. So, pushing through her hesitance, Elise ripped the band-aid off and pulled the skirt down more quickly once it had made it far enough that she didn’t need to actively work her way out of it. She raised a hand halfway to cover her most private area before remembering the ‘no covering’ rule. Reluctantly lowering her arm back to her side, Elise stepped out of the skirt and stood in her room fully naked save for the collar still around her neck.
“See? That’s not so bad, is it?” Melanie said. She gave the nude blonde a once-over, though she also didn’t particularly linger with her eyes. Another bit of evidence that Melanie didn’t swing that way, but was still bold enough to do stuff like this without batting an eye. “Honestly, Elise, your body is great. There’s really no reason to be shy.”
Said the fully clothed girl. Melanie probably didn’t intend for the last bit to be a trap, but Elise found herself unsure about how to respond anyway. Because she wasn’t shy, but you could be self assured and modest at the same time. Those lines were easily blurred, however, and blurting out an objection to Melanie’s assuring words would imply that Elise should be just fine standing around undressed. Agreeing would be just as bad, because that could lead down a patronizing road with more reassurances. Elise didn’t want either. Instead, she ignored the question and asked, “What now?” Best to get it over with.
Melanie smiled and reached into her purse. When she retrieved her phone, Elise’s hands twitched and she had to push back against the instinct to cover up. It didn’t matter that much, considering how many incriminating pictures and videos Kaitlyn and company had of her, but it was different with a girl who only had a picture of her topless at the moment. “Relax, Elise,” Melanie said. She held the phone normally, and was tapping here and there on the screen. Not aiming it at Elise. “Aren’t you curious about Kaitlyn’s message? You know, being her pet and all?”
Elise gasped. “I’m not her pet!” It was one thing hearing Melanie reference it earlier, but the casual reminder was something else entirely. She mentioned it like it was fact, or common knowledge between the two of them. “I just-” Elise hesitated. What could she even say to that, while still collared?
“According to her, you’re naturally submissive. That means you want to be obedient to other girls at some level, Elise. Isn’t that right?”
“N-no! She just took my stuff, and, umm- I mean, it’s not . . . ” Elise stammered. She had no idea how to explain it. Things had just gotten out of control so quickly. “It’s not like that, Melanie,” she finally said, more clearly.
“Are you sure? You just stripped because I told you to. Or is that because you’re secretly kinky and a bit of an exhibitionist?”
“No! Mel, Kaitlyn just told everyone-”
“It doesn’t matter what she said, Elise. We already went over this. If I had been in your shoes, I would have walked away a lot earlier. But you didn’t.”
“That’s not- It’s not that simple, Mel.”
“Whatever. Who knows? I was right about the liking girls thing, but clearly you haven’t fully embraced that yet, either. Give it time, for that and the rest. There’s a reason I’m letting Kaitlyn have her fun, remember?”
Some iteration of ‘breaking Elise out of her shell,’ in the most extreme sense. But arguing wasn’t going anywhere, and it seemed like Melanie was done trying on that front anyway. So Elise nervously repeated her same question as earlier now that the redhead’s name had been brought up again. “What now?”
“Oh, right!” Melanie exclaimed. As if she could have forgotten. “Okay, here we are. Kaitlyn says that whenever you’re in your own room, you have to be naked and collared.”
Wait, what? That didn’t make any sense. This was the last place she’d walk around as she currently was standing. It was a private room, like all prefects had, so it’s not like changing or being undressed had ever been an issue as long as the curtains were closed. But it’s more that nobody would know if she was following through on Kaitlyn’s demand or not. So, why?
The confusion must have been clear on Elise’s face, because Melanie explained. “I’ll be checking on you personally, for starters. Kaitlyn says you’re not allowed to lock your door, and I can pop in whenever I want–without knocking–to make sure you’re being obedient. ”
Elise’s eyes widened at that. “Mel! That’s not-” Not fair? Not appropriate? A dozen other words popped into her mind, all of which revolved around how this was a total invasion of the privacy that a bedroom was supposed to offer.
“There’s more,” Melanie said, “Whenever Kaitlyn video calls at night, you have to drop whatever you’re doing and answer by the third ring. So, you know . . . ”
So Kaitlyn would get to talk face to face with a naked Elise. Over the phone, at least. And see that she was following orders.
Once again, Elise stared at Melanie and tried to discern whether or not she was being serious. This was- this was too much! It meant being a ‘slut’ in her own room, and proving as much both in person and over the phone at a moment’s notice. “But, Melanie-”
“No buts, Elise. Remember, this is for your own good. Now instead of arguing, how about, ‘Yes, Miss Melanie.’”
Elise was still processing the insane expectations that came with this latest demand from Kaitlyn, and was too shocked to do anything else but quietly echo the phrase. “Yes, Miss Melanie . . . ”
For some reason, she had been under the impression that Kaitlyn couldn’t make things worse. After splaying herself and fingering herself in front of the whole common room, Elise had assumed that the biggest thing in danger moving forward was her reputation and her authority over those ten girls and perhaps beyond. She was wrong. Despite everything she had gone through, the cruel redhead still had a hold over her. And deep down, Elise knew that she was going to obey.
“Lucky for you, I convinced Kaitlyn to make a few exceptions. We’ll go over all that in a second. But first, she also told me to pass on a message about one of your tasks.”
As if the first shoe hadn’t been enough, another one was about to drop.
“Umm, what task?”
Melanie smiled again. “Your date with Anna.”