A demonstration of objectification

"Now Susan, Trevor," started Ryan as he approached the duo who'd just climbed onto the table. The topless girl, presently leaning back and propped up on her elbows, turned to face him while her partner did the same; him pausing midway while mounting the wooden surface. "Try and emphasize the rough, objectification part of sex. I'm sure Troy knows what normal sex involves, so let's focus on the aspects he was questioning about."

At that, Susan nodded. "Right. I suppose it wouldn't be study sex otherwise." She turned back to Trevor, who was still halfway up the table. "However, I don't think Trevor knows the proper way to treat a lady" she chided, smirking at him.

The duo locked eyes, countless memories of Trevor harassing Susan and her resulting annoyance with him flashing between them. A tense second passed before Trevor jumped back off the table. "I'll show you proper," he mumbled, accepting her challenge as he walked to Ryan's discarded backpack. He fished inside and took out a black marker.

As he returned to the table, Susan's eye dancing between the dark boy and the darker marker, she loudly tsked, feigning disappointment. "What do you plan on using that fo-"

Before she could say anything else, Trevor had jumped onto the table, grabbed the topless girl by the throat, and forcefully pushed her back onto the hard wood. She collapsed onto her back proper, staring up at her classmate as the slam of her head hitting the table echoed throughout the room. Troy winced upon hearing it, leaning towards Liz.

"Is... he being too rough with her?"

The girl chuckled and shock her head indicating 'no' before playfully hitting his arm. "Come on Troy, us girls are made of hardier stuff than that." A visible shiver passed through her as she stared up at the duo. "Fuck, that was pretty hot..." she mumbled under her breath, her words barely audible.

Proving the blond's point, Susan never cussed him out like she normally would. While she did let out a gasp, it resembled more a moan than a yell. Gone was the challenging look in her eyes. Instead, they shined with what seemed to be mild arousal, the girl twitching slightly as she struggled under his grip.

Still holding her by the throat, Trevor opened the marker with his teeth, spitting the cap away before leaning forward. With delicate strokes, he wrote four large letters on Susan's forehead, completely uncaring that he was dehumanizing her. Troy had to lean forward to read what it said.

SLUT

Pausing only briefly to survey his work, Trevor moved his writing hand down to her open chest, scribbling some more words. Susan remained silent as he defiled her skin, her eyes shut and mouth open in a silent moan.

Soon, DUMB adorned her left breast while BITCH marked the right.

The man had almost finished making his way down to her navel when Susan broke of whatever euphoria had claimed her. She started giggling, the noise making Trevor pause. "That all you got, Trev?" she choked out between laughs, his grip on her throat making it difficult for her to talk. "Didn't even come to the study session prepared for some potential study sex? Doesn't have anything with which to treat his bitch beyond Ryan's little mark-"

*THWACK*

The sound of his hand leaving her neck and smacking her across the cheek reverberated throughout the study room. Susan groaned in a half-moan, half-giggle, taking his reaction as the only answer she needed. To Troy, it seemed like the girl was ready to take each little victory she could over him.

"Hey Liz" she called out to her friend amidst her giggles, "You came prepared, right? Got something we can use?"

The girl, enraptured by the show and not ready to be questioned, blinked once before nodding. "Me? Right, yes!" she answered, almost too eagerly. "I... Uh, let me get it."

With a deep crimson blush, she ran towards where she'd discarded her purse, digging deep into it. The tension in the room was thick and palpable as Susan and Trevor stared each other off. As the blond girl search, Troy shuffled closer to Ryan, confusion written all over him.

"Hmm... I thought Susan said that girls aren't dominant when hooking up with a guy. She said they liked to be treated roughly; that the fortifications just came down."

Ryan nodded, affirming that Troy wasn't wrong. "I think what's going on is that Susan expects Trevor to be.... rougher, I suppose. The two... Ahh... have a lot of negative history together, so it might take a little more for her to comfortably lower those barriers." He paused, thinking for a brief second. "Or, she could be playing hard to get. It's not uncommon for women to goad their sexual partners into being rougher by challenging their authority."

Troy nodded, about to ask further clarification only to be cut off by Elizabeth, who rushed back to the table carrying something red in her hands - a burgundy colored collar with a chain leash attached to it. She quickly placed on the table next to Trevor, who's gaze quickly shifted to it. Unnoticed by the men, Elizabeth and Susan shared a small nod before the blonde girl rushed back to her place next to Troy.

"Having fun?" she whispered while Trevor picked up the collar, examining the latch in order to determine how it worked. She beamed brightly when Troy nodded in affirmation, before leaning closer to his ear. "So am I! Susan too, despite how she's acting. She's been wanting to get back at Trevor for a while, so this is the perfect outlet for her. She loves being collared too, so once he puts that on her, she'll be able to let all reservations go and become his submissive little plaything."

Next to him, Ryan nodded. "I've heard of that, actually. In a science paper not too long ago. They tried to find a correlation between the claimed **** rush of submissiveness and obedience women feel when they're collared by a man. It was hypothesized that girls do in fact become submissive little playthings to whoever collars them. I believe the study was called 'Should women be collared?' or something along those lines."

"I remember that paper!" Troy chimed in, suddenly glad that he was no longer the ignorant one. "It read like a teenager's porn fantasy. Didn't the results come back saying that their hypothesis was refuted?"

"No," Ryan remarked, his brow deepening in a frown as he tried to recall the specifics. "Actually, I'm pretty sure their hypothesis was proven to be true."

Liz giggled. "Yeah Troy! As a girl, I can confirm - women are meant to be collared."

Up on the table, Trevor was reaching forward, collar open, aiming for Susan's neck.