College Chronicles Ep. 09

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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I woke up at dawn, dim orange sunrise shining through the bay window of 001, illuminating the room in a strange haze.

Cindy lay on her back next to me, deep breaths gentle and even. Her hair was an absolute mess, a little darker than usual in the low morning light, but still glowing. She had a small, goofy smile on her sleeping face, and I couldn't help but stare in awe, tracing her ethereal features. Her body threw off heat like an oven under the sheets, and I clung to her for comfort, still groggy in my morning fog. One perfect, pert breast was in my hand, and I squeezed lightly before dragging my fingers down her stomach, amazed by how taut and soft she was.

Then I heard a grunt, and craned my head to find Jaxx stark naked in his bed. He was deep in sleep and had just turned face up, one leg sprawling off over the floor. His big veiny phallus dangled heavily, fully erect from whatever he was dreaming about.

Just like that, memory of the previous night came flooding back. How Cindy had humiliated me, dominated me, then turned me over to Jaxx to do the same. His throbbing cock rubbed all over my face, forced into my mouth and stuffed down my throat. How Cindy and I had... \****worshipped\**** him...

I'd thought it was another smutty dream; my drowsiness and the hungover fugue of wine and marijuana had covered me in a thick blanket of fuzz. But the realisation, along with the dull ache of my sore jaw, brought me to cold reality. I had crossed a line last night.

Quietly, so as to not wake Cindy or Jaxx, I made my way to the bathroom. Despite having taken a shower after our... activities, I took another; quick and scalding. I barely toweled off my hair, remembering to take a pill at the same time. Tiptoeing, I grabbed the first clothes I could find and my school bag. Hair still damp, I snuck out the door of 001, needing to be anywhere but there.

I knew Cindy might be mad at me for not waiting for her to wake up, leaving no message to explain my absence. But I hoped she could understand. I had done a lot of new things; all for her, and not all appealing in the sober light of day. I was feeling exposed, so I resolved that I would take the morning to get a grip, then text her when my courage was refueled.

On the way to our favorite breakfast cafe, I considered texting Natalie before remembering how early it was; there was no way she would be up for hours. I didn't find the prospect of seeing her that morning especially pleasant, anyway. Her constant biting tongue could be a bit much.

So I spent the morning in the cafe solo, eating then killing time people-watching before classes. But I was prompt in attending, alone through the day, for once (aside from 'clicking in' Natalie for attendance). My mind felt clear, and by the end of my first class, I was actually feeling optimistic. I was in the zone all day; I asked insightful questions, and knew solutions before professors even posed the problems.

I decided to try a new food cart for lunch (delicious and unhealthy!) and I was so inspired I even dug into the bottom of my bag to find the book I'd been meaning to read for weeks. In the sun of the cool, autumn day I made a valiant start, sitting at a table outside of one of my lecture halls.

When my last class let out, and other students were slowly packing up laptops and checking their phones, I realised I hadn't received any communication from Cindy all day. Usually, I would have been scared by that fact, but my optimism overrode. I trusted her. She would understand. So I flipped out my phone, and my clarity of mind helped me find the words to express myself: casual but affectionate, desiring not desperate.

❤️ Hey. Sorry abt this morning. Needed to clear my head. Can I see u?

It took moments for a reply to arrive.

😘 no prob! Gym in 30? 💪🥵

I exhaled through my nose at her silly emojis. Everything was fine, my trust in her had been rewarded.

😍 Let's get it! 💪😤

Her response pinged back near-instantly.

Got u a 🎁! Don't worry abt gear. Just b there

My curiosity was piqued, but I figured I should just wait to find out (after all, I was trying to avoid seeming desperate).

😘 C u soon

As I slid my phone into my pocket, it buzzed once more. I pulled it out smoothly and unlocked in one gesture, assuming Cindy had some sassy parting comment.

Instead, my phone opened straight into a different conversation. The thumbnail was two girls on their knees below the camera, with a play button in the center of the picture blocking their faces and the object of their attention. But I immediately knew what it was, based on the sender.

I trembled as I tapped the play icon.

Cindy and Sami were licking the sides of that big cock, periodically pausing to make out sloppily, tongues out and writhing. Locked in one such kiss, Sami brought her hands up, laying one lovingly onto washboard-abs, the other gripping the thick meat and stroking frantically, hand especially dainty in comparison with the strapping dick. Both girls looked up, and I saw Sami's eyes flare at the sight of the camera, a provocative look of surprise. Her gaze shifted to just left of the camera lens, and her stare intensified. She was alluring, despite her disarray of abused hair and messy makeup, trails of mascara formed by tears and drool.

She was porn-worthy.

*I* was porn-worthy.

Below the video, a text message followed.

Got more 🍆🍆 for u soon pussy

A shiver ran down my spine, shaking my body violently. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his eggplant on the screen, swaying and waving as we eagerly attended it. Fuck, it's so big.

A student skidded a chair along the floor, and I jumped at the sound, pushing my phone into my lap to hide the small bump that had suddenly appeared and swinging my head around to see if anyone was watching me. Luckily no one was, and I sat waiting for my embarrassing erection to fade, deep in thought, good mood dashed by Jaxx's imposition.

Questions stampeded through my mind. What did he want from me? Was he going to blackmail me? Was this the beginning, or just a threat to establish his power over me? Who else was he sending this video to? Cindy was in the video too— did she know he was sending it around? I grasped on to this thought, perhaps a little desperately. I would ask Cindy, and she would know what to do, how to handle Jaxx. She could protect me, or at least temper his cruelty.

My thumb hovered over the reply button for a moment, before I instead selected his video message and deleted it. For good measure, I deleted his text as well. No sense in responding; it would only give him ammunition to tease me— or worse, provoke him further.

I pushed thoughts of Jaxx from my mind and slipped out of the now empty classroom, heading back to 001. He was usually out at this time of day (football practice or something like that) and I was relieved to find that held true. Ditching my school bag and laptop, I grabbed a towel, but didn't take anything else. I wavered for a moment, considering packing a light gym bag (that Cindy had also gifted me) with an extra set of clothing— but thought better of it. I wasn't going to let Jaxx's erosion of my self-esteem ruin the renewed trust I had in her.

I killed a few minutes on my phone, then set off to the gym. I was recovering from the Jaxx-sized shadow on my day, looking forward to seeing Cindy, so much that I was whistling as I walked, stepping to the beat in my head. Lucky in our timing, we spotted each other at the same time approaching the front of the large gym building.

Cindy was her standard; devastatingly beautiful, even in casual gym clothes. Not that her clothes looked 'casual.' Enhancing her already otherworldly figure were a pair of charcoal leggings with strange logos and designs, and a tight, pristine white crop top that exposed her taut abs and perfect belly button. I think she was wearing makeup, but it was so subtle and natural looking that you would be hard-pressed to tell, and her auburn hair sat in a workout-ready ponytail. It bobbed and waved as she skipped the final steps towards me, her smile a second light source in the already sunny day.

"Heyyyy, hot stuff! I woke up all alone, I didn't figure you for a hit it and quit it kinda gal! Everything alright?" She joked, but her concern seemed genuine as we hugged, and I held on for a brief second longer than necessary.

"Yeah... I'm sorry Cin, I... I Just needed some time... to think..."

"That's okay! I don't own you!" She smiled slyly, as if there was some joke only she knew. "But you should be careful!"

At the warning, her smile faded, replaced by a serious look. I faltered for a moment, unsure of her meaning; was she actually be mad at me? Having a hard time meeting her solar eyes, I stuttered out a timid response.

"W-wha-... about what?"

"Thinking too much! That can get anyone in trouble!"

She almost held her warning look, but a cheeky smile sparked across her gorgeous face, and she threw her red mane back and laughed melodiously. Her good humor was so infectious, I couldn't help but laugh with her, at her joke and at myself for being so worried.

Cindy whisked me away through the doors of the gym, babbling about some new drama at the sorority as we swiped in using our student cards and walked up a few flights of stairs to the upper locker rooms. It was less populated up there, especially outside of peak time, and we used it so we could both go into women's changing rooms. Cindy said I could pass well enough now that I wouldn't be noticed, but I still felt more comfortable with as small of an audience as possible.

Walking with Cindy, I had noticed she was carrying her own trendy bag similar to the one she had gifted me. When we reached the lockers, she placed it on a bench and reached inside, playful smile again dancing across her face.

"These are from a new fashion-tech start-up! They were soo exclusive, you're lucky we could get a few pairs!"

She tossed a pair of leggings to me, followed by a small top. Both matched hers in fabric and style, but were a different colour; pink with patches of light gray at the joints. The fabric was smooth and flowed through my hands like water— yet there was an oddly heavy and metallic feel about it, like something was woven inside. As I felt the clothes, Cindy continued,

"The material is light, but when you put it on it adjusts to your body using like, crazy sci-fi stuff! It's supposed to help with performance and recovery. And a whole lot of other techy bullshit, I don't know, you'd probably get it more than I do. But MOST important..."

She paused, and I looked up, curious at why she stopped. Her eyes flickered with intensity when she caught my gaze.

"...they look so fucking sexy! Come on, try it on! I'm dying to see your butt in them." A cruel wrinkle tainted her playful smile, "It might help your sore ass recover from that beating you took..."

This was the first time she had brought up our activities the previous night. I had been trying to ignore the elephant in the room, but she stomped in, absolutely comfortable talking about anything and everything.

"Oh my god... Cin... stopp..."

I mumbled, embarrassed, heat of shame coming to my cheeks and sending my eyes shying away to the floor. However, there was something in her tone... A good-natured, strangely titillating casualness about the sexual encounter that was still rocking my world. This wasn't mocking; or if it was, it was benign. Almost congratulatory.

On top of that, it was accurate. I'd been sitting in classes all day, and my cheeks had started to throb, remembering the vigorous spankings I'd received.

She said nothing in response, but as I said, her humor was catching, and even though the joke was a little too on the nose, I mustered the courage to lift my head and smile delicately. Her ease made me calm; plus, I WAS curious about the fancy new clothing.

A small part of me was anxious about how I would look in such revealing, feminine attire

Other parts of me fed off that anxiety, desperately needed to know how I would look.

Those parts won out, and I turned to face a locker, stripping off my shirt and pants and baring the pair of purple polka-dot panties I was wearing. Behind me, Cindy approved,

"Mmhmm, cute choice! I bet those dots match your ass!"

I ignored her jibe and pulled the leggings up, cool and tight on my soft skin. They stretched around my calves and thighs, hugging the inside of my crotch and trapping the little evidence of my penis underneath me. The waist pulled up past my belly-button, contouring with my ass and hips firmly, clutching to me like it had been fitted for my body.

I grabbed the top from the bench and pulled it on, tugging over my head and threading my arms through. It was only a short crop top, like Cindy's, so it left the top of my stomach exposed, just showing the first signs of definition. Like the leggings, the fabric was tight but supportive, extra snug around my chest and shoulders, feeling almost as if there were a wire frame inside (which made no sense, since I had just let it flow through my fingers). When I looked down, I noticed that it was so effective it lent a minimal dimension to my slight chest.

I turned to Cindy and held out my hands, mockingly presenting myself for her judgement. But she only smiled and took my hand, pulling me to a mirrored wall on the other side of the room.

I was genuinely stunned when I saw myself. I wasn't just androgynous— I looked downright feminine, without the help of any of the usual makeup or overly-girly clothing and accoutrements. The outfit softened my angles and accentuated my curves, which were formidable around my hips and newly noticeable at my chest. The clothing complemented the sharp cast of my face, further exacerbated by my naturally long eyelashes, soft arched brows and full lips, not to mention my blond bob that was beginning to get noticeably longer.

I brought my hands down my sides, savoring the shifting, soft flow of the fabric clinging to me, watching as my lithe arms moved gracefully in the mirror, hints of muscle tone showing. A little ball of warmth inside of me ignited, fueled by a strange new idea I couldn't have identified at the time; self-confidence. It was like I'd heard before— 'if you look good, you feel good.' And I certainly thought I looked good.

Then Cindy was over my shoulder in the mirror, agreeing with my thoughts.

"You're such a cute little gym-bunny, aren't you?!"

Her hands came up to stroke the sides of my face, then carefully collected as much of my hair as she could, pulling all but a few telltale strands behind my head.

"Soon we'll be able to put all this into a ponytail! Oh you'll look like such a good girl sucking on Jaxx's cock."

Her sudden reference to Jaxx made me blanch, but her next words really surprised me.

"Do you remember the face you made when Jaxx showed up last night? Oh my god, you were so fucked up. I wish I had a picture I could show you. You had me so wet..."

I immediately went red again, further humiliated as I watched my cheeks fill with blood in the mirror. I quickly spun to face her condescending smirk, taking a quick look around the locker room to confirm it was empty before replying,

"Oh my g-... Cindyy... Stopp it..."

"Oh don't be such a prude, Sami! We fucked Jaxx, and you liked it, because it was hot as fuck! Why shouldn't we talk about it? And don't tell me it wasn't good— you came three times, you dirty little slut!"

I cringed as Cindy announced the awful truth, looking around again nervously, feeling like she was yelling for everyone in the world to hear. There was still no one but us; no good reason to rebut her. She sensed my weakening resistance and pounced for the kill.

"Okay cutie, I'll leave it alone... Just admit it, you liked it. It can be our little secret. Just tell me the truth babe."

I paused, teetering on an edge. Would it be so bad to admit it? I had liked it, for the most part. And even the cruel parts had felt good, in their own way. Giving up control, letting Cindy make decisions and hold my fate in her fickle, calculating hands. I looked down at myself once again in the tight 'gym bunny' suit Cindy was gifting me. It just felt right. Cindy was right.

"I... I did. I liked it."

"Haha I knew it you little slut!" She lightly swatted my butt, sounding triumphant. "What did you like best?!"

"Oh my god, Cindy!!" I rolled my eyes at Cindy's excited inability to keep her word, smiling reluctantly at her bubbly curiosity and the puppyish expression she put on.

"Oh just tell me, last time, I swear!" She crossed her heart mockingly, her eyes flashing with impish humor.

"I... I guess I liked... kissing you... around his... his... cock..." I admitted it slowly, quietly, as I tried my best to avoid her gaze.

"Oh yeahhhh that was so hot, right? You came so hard when he was fucking our mouths, you were all like 'eunghghghg'. " She made an obscene repeated thrusting motion as she moaned exaggeratedly, imitating my uncontrollable orgasm.

I shivered as I remembered how hard I'd cum, how powerless I'd been as Jaxx heaved me onto the couch and covered us, once again feeling blood rush to my cheeks. Cindy sensed that she was pushing my limits, and relented.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop, I swear... It's just too fun making you squirm!"

I smiled ruefully, and we made our way from the locker room to the weights, Cindy still giggling and occasionally reaching out to grope my butt or my chest.

The allusions to the previous night didn't stop. In fact Cindy's sexual taunts and memories of my debacle only flowed more freely as we began to work out, which gave her plenty of opportunities to wolf whistle as I stuck my ass out, or recall another sordid scene when I was mid-rep. But the cold shame of her words wore off, eventually, and was replaced by the aura of the ignited ball of heat inside me, growing in intensity with each moment recalled and teasing crack at my expense.

The more she joked, the more comfortable I became. I even started to enjoy her comments. We had our own naughty little secret— evidence of being attractive and sexually active; both novel experiences for me. It was fun, like a game exclusively for our pleasure, dirty and erotic and shameful but harmless in the light of day.

It was the kind of secret I had never shared—never HAD to share before. I imagined girlfriends all over the country engaging in this kind of intimate, silly post-sex banter. Luxuriating in memories of desire and lust, gossiping about the details and tittering at the awkwardness of carnal seduction.

As we were doing free weight sets, she finally changed the subject from sex to something sex-adjacent.

"So have you talked to Jaxx today?" Her tone was nonchalant, but there was a sharp light of curiosity in her eyes.

"Uhhmm... Not really... But..."

"What?"

"He... He sent me a video of... of us... you know..."

"Us..." She was being obtuse, right?

"Us... Uhh... Sucking... His dick.."

"Oh my god!" She looked at me thoughtfully, gauging my level of offense, then smiled wryly. "I guess he can be kind of an asshole..." Her expression of sympathy and serious understatement drew a laugh from my mouth; part humor, part frustrated agreement.

After a beat, Cindy probed further.

"So what did you say?"

It was an obvious question, but I was unprepared for it.

"Wha- I... Nothing. I just deleted it..." Before I finished she was already pursing her lips and shaking her head disapprovingly.

"Oh, noo, Sami! You can't ghost him! That's so weak. You need to fight back a little, counterpunch!" She made a mock right hook and swung lightly at my jaw, winking as she did.