More Molesting Mia

Mia sat in the car, heart pounding in her chest as Sarah drove her to campus. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her pervy roommate Troy had somehow gotten control of her pussy, and she was stuck following his commands. Worst of all, she had agreed to it.

She was grateful Sarah had offered her a lift to campus. She wasn't sure how she was going to get around for the next three days, but this would work for now. She considered asking Troy to leave her alone so she could drive, but she worried it would only encourage him to toy with her more.

Mia's phone chirped, and Sarah looked over from the driver's seat with a frown as Mia checked her message. "Is that the creep?"

Mia nodded, her shoulders slumped. *send me a selfie, let's see your outfit*

Mia had been in a rush to grab clothes after her confrontation with Troy, and hadn't carefully selected her clothes so much as angrily shoved handfuls of them into a bag. Thanks to that, she'd gone with a basic look today, wearing a simple white tank top, and a blue knee-length skirt. Unfortunately, she'd somehow managed to grab some of her older clothes, so the tank top was a bit stretched, and was showing more cleavage than Mia normally would.

Mia reached out with her phone in hand and took her third selfie for the day, frowning and giving Troy the finger. She sent it through, and waited. A few moments later, her phone vibrated again. *not bad, but I think you can do better.* She rolled her eyes. Of course.

The next text was worse. *take off the bra*

Mia felt blood rising to her face. This motherfucker. Just knowing he was toying with her was bad enough, now he was going to tell her how to dress? She had already given in this morning, she didn't want to give Troy any more control. She shot back a quick *no way*, and shut off her phone screen, hoping that would be the end of it.

It wasn't.

Soon Mia started to feel an unusual sensation tracing the outside of her pussy. At first, she hoped it was just the vibration of the car seat. It started light and ticklish, but it quickly intensified as the vibrator found its rhythm.

Her phone buzzed with a new message from Troy. *take off the bra now*

Mia bit her lip. She wanted to defy him, to keep some control over her own body. But the vibrations were making it more and more difficult to think clearly. She looked over at Sarah, who kept glancing over from the driver's seat, returning sympathetic glances.

Mia felt the vibrator start to buzz faster, and barely kept from yelling out. She wiggled in her car seat, trying to keep control, to deny what was happening. But as the vibrator reached a higher speed, she couldn't keep holding back, and let out a long moan. Sarah looked over, lust in her eyes, and swerved, almost hitting another car before taking control of the wheel again.

"Fucker" she mumbled under her breath, unclear if she was talking about the other driver or Troy.

Defeated, Mia reached an arm up beneath her tank top and undid the clasp on her bra, slipping one arm through, and pulling it through the other arm hole, releasing her breasts from their confines. They bounced slightly with the movement, and she could feel the car's aircon blowing against her hard nipples through the thin material of her tank top.

*fine, no bra* she texted back to Troy, and sent a new, braless selfie. It was clear in the photo that her nipples were hard, poking out against the fabric.

Troy didn't reply immediately. The vibrations in her pussy continued, building to a crescendo, and Mia moaned again as her pleasure built. Finally, just before she got too close, the vibrator stopped, leaving Mia hot and bothered. Her phone dinged with a new message.

*passenger seat? who's driving?* Troy demanded.

*nun of ur business* Mia replied, then immediately regretted it. She couldn't afford to keep pissing Troy off until she figured out how to get back control.

*who's driving?* he demanded again.

Mia thought through her options. She didn't want to get Sarah more involved, but at this point, she was at Troy's mercy. She decided to keep things vague.

*a friend* she finally replied.

The response came quickly. *not what I asked* Troy sent another text repeating the question. *who's driving?*

Sarah looked over to Mia, as her phone kept buzzing. "Everything OK, Mia?"

"He wants to know who's driving."

"Tell him to go fuck himself."

As if in response, Mia's phone buzzed once more. *won't ask again*

*uv never met her* Mia quickly shot back.

*wrong answer*

A familiar unwanted sensation began to spread across Mia's genitals, and she realised, like this morning, Troy was spreading lube across her pussy. She felt Troy's fingers apply the cold, thick gel, and then begin to slowly spread it thin over her pussy lips, as the heat from her body warmed the gel.

So this was how it was going to be. Troy would make demands, and unless she followed them, he'd bring out the lube, and then the dildo. Her pussy clenched as she remembered the feeling of it going in this morning. Knowing Troy, he'd keep using it as a threat. Mia was going to call his bluff. It would be a less effective threat the second time around. Besides, she couldn't expose Sarah like that. Who knows what magic Troy would use on her?

Troy was rubbing the lube back and forth over Mia's clit, now hard and sensitive. Mia let out another moan in the car, and Sarah glanced over again, but said nothing. Next, Troy stopped applying lube. Mia knew what that meant. She braced herself to feel the rubber tip of the dildo at her entrance, but nothing came. If Troy was giving her a moment to reconsider, to respond, he was wasting his time. Mia wasn't going to give up Sarah's name.

And then she felt the lube at her asshole.

He couldn't. He wouldn't.

But despite Mia's thoughts, he did. Mia's eyes widened in shock as Troy slowly rubbed the lube into her asshole. She'd never-

Mia grabbed her phone, and desperately texted Troy. *u can't*

She felt the lube stop for a moment. Then she got a text back.

*asked three times. you wouldn't answer*

Mia paused as she felt a cold, hard object pressing against her anus. She panicked, and tried to resist, clenching as she began to feel the plug slide slowly into her lubed asshole.

Mia scrambled for her phone, ****. She didn't want anything in her ass. *my friend's name is sarah* She texted, but she got no reply.

Mia felt the plug stretching her asshole, pressing against her insides, and filling her with a cold, uncomfortable sensation. She leaned forward against the car's dash, looking for support where she could get it. She groaned loudly as her asshole was stretched to its limits to accommodate the plug.

After an ordeal, finally, the plug settled inside her. Mia felt her muscles contracting around it, leaving an uncomfortable pressure and strange fullness that she couldn't get rid of.

Mia's phone buzzed. Troy had responded.

*too late, mia. If you ask nicely at lunch time I'll take it out for you*

*say hi to sarah for me*