College Chronicles Ep. 10

*Author's Note: Sami's story has reached a turning point, but non-consent and reluctance remain major themes, to the point that some will find it offensive. Th**is is particularly* *true* *in this episode, which comes with a trigger warning. If absent or reluctant consent,* *rough forced sex,* *and/or the corruption of naivete are objectionable to you, please avoid this story.*

*If you agree that these things require clear prior consent, but also enjoy indulging in this fantasy, please leave a comment and let me know. If you* *don't like it, please also leave a comment and let me know what I can improve. I tried something a little different, so go easy :).*

*There is also excessive abuse of alcohol and hard drugs in this episode, which should not be attempted.*

*Additional Note: Natalie is getting a well-earned reprieve. Don't worry! She will return soon.*

*

My heart raced as my feet wobbled precariously on the slimy toilet seat I was perched upon. The floor spun slightly, and my arms, pushing against the cubicle walls to each side, were slowly starting to slip against the cold plastic.

My cape was bunched up over my shoulder to keep it from hanging in the gap below the door, and crouching on the top of the toilet hiked my very short skirt up to reveal even more of my Persian blue panties. Goosebumps pricked upon my exposed legs in the frigid air of the bathroom.

Just outside the thin cubicle door, I could hear three or four slurred voices, nearly shouting despite how the EDM thumping playing in the club was muted and distant.

"Fuck! These club sluts piss me off! Bunch of fucking whores in costumes. Won't even put out!"

I heard the clicking of a lighter, and a few seconds later the pungent, sweet smell of weed advanced into the cubicle.

"Yo, it's worse every year. I love Halloween but seriously. Teases everywhere."

"Fuck that shit bro. I'm getting laid tonight! I'm gone GET me some pussy."

"Dude that's what I'm saying! These bitches want it anyway, dressed like that."

Fuck. I was too drunk, too high. Now I was trapped in a dirty stall, listening to a handful of creeps smoke a joint and rile themselves up to rape some poor girl.

Some poor girl like me.

My crotch ached, and I let out a slight whine of discomfort, then froze, sure they had heard me. But I was only hyper aware, and they had no clue to my presence, complaining between pulls.

"You see that Harley Quinn? God damn! I'd give my left arm to nut on her."

"Bro she a dime, but she was fuckin' that Superman!"

"What, you mean like out there?"

"Yeah, in the motherfuckin' club!"

"No fucking way!"

"Yeah man I'm telling you he's got her bent over right now, clappin' that ass!"

"Fuck! Muscle-head fuck."

"He's got like twenty bitches. Why can't he share with the rest of us?!"

I wasn't sure how long my strength would hold up in my inebriated state; if I could take much more of their insipid conversation. Unbidden, the thought jumped into my mind. 'Jaxx gets more pussy cause he's more man than you losers.' It took all my self-control not to speak the words out loud.

Instead I looked down, and realized I was screwed.

One of my feet had been slowly slipping across the lid, and had almost reached the edge, about to slide off. The heel of my red boot was out in the air, weight resting unsteadily on the ball and toes of my foot.

I'd realized my precariousness too late. When I tried wiggling my foot, hoping I could turn the heel back onto the slippery surface, I lost balance completely, swaying for a second, then toppling to my left.

"Aagh!"

I let out a yelp of panic and dismay as I fell into the space between the toilet and cubicle with a loud, painful clatter. The conversation outside had ceased, and in the silence a single bemused voice rose.

"What the fuck?"

*

Two days earlier, I was in 001 hanging out with Jaxx and Cindy.

Since the afternoon with Natalie, I could feel a difference in my relationship with Jaxx. I received less outright abuse; no physical bullying, and fewer jokes at my expense. He had even abstained from calling me 'pussy' in his cruel way, a shocking but welcome change.

Instead, if I saw him out on campus he would shoot me a sly wink accompanied by his cocky smirk. When we'd locked eyes in the cafeteria, he'd waved me over to join his entourage. Luckily I'd been on my way out, so I'd tapped my wrist and scampered away to class. That morning, as I'd crossed the room to take a shower, he'd delivered a vigorous, stinging slap to my panty-clad ass that launched me a foot into the air. I'd expected humor at my pain, but when I turned all I'd found in his eyes was lust, glued to my quaking ass. Each bit of attention left me a little shaken, nagged my mind for hours.

There was still a casual disregard for my presence and opinions, but all-in-all, I was experiencing a version of Jaxx much closer to the one Cindy had described; light-hearted if overbearing. My constant, tiring fear was slowly ebbing away, replaced by a fragile comfort. I was even beginning to consider my imposing roommate something closer to a friend than tormentor, though it was still a tenuous title I was afraid would vanish like a mirage if I said the wrong thing.

Obviously, things had also changed between me and Natalie. The day after her ordeal, I had texted her apologizing for my behavior, checking that she was alright, and begging for forgiveness. She had been much calmer than I expected, though our conversation was short. She said she was fine, but wanted to be alone. We made plans to meet up in classes the next week and really catch-up.

Our brief interaction had allayed my fears somewhat. I didn't quite dread seeing her, though my sense of guilt still throbbed when I remembered how Jaxx had used me to fuck with her. But all of it had brought me to my current truce with Jaxx, and since Natalie wasn't ready to end our friendship, I was trying to chalk the whole thing up as a win.

All this considered, when I say I was hanging out with Cindy and Jaxx, that's really what we were doing. I wasn't tied up, or in any compromised situation. I was actually comfortable, reclined against the wall on my bed with laptop in lap, Cindy next to me, her head rested my shoulder as she split her attention between phone and the trashy reality competition show playing on tv.

My relationship with her was strengthened, if anything. I'd recounted what had happened with Natalie (obviously leaving out my forbidden masturbation), but she hadn't been surprised, if a little put off by Nat's fate. When I asked her about it, she just offered 'Jaxx is going to do what he does.'

She was more interested in me; 'How deep did you get? Isn't it so much fun? Did you cum when I turned it all the way up?' She teased me, but like at the gym, she was so conspiratorial and gleeful it made it difficult to be bashful. With Cindy, it wasn't shameful to discuss sucking Jaxx's cock, it was thrilling.

Jaxx was across the room at his desk, half watching the show and half working on something with the inside of his computer. He had a nice rig, but he was clearly not very familiar with it, struggling to install whatever expensive card he had. At that moment, he had given up on his project and turned to watch the show, unimpressed by the seasonal challenge.

"Man, that haunted house doesn't look scary for shit. This is fake as hell."

Cindy sat up like a shot fired by Jaxx's offhand comment. "Ohmigod! I almost forgot about Halloween costumes!" She looked to me with a guilty smile. "You've got me too distracted! Jaxx, what are you going as?"

"Oh I don't know. I guess probably a football player, I've got some old pads around somewhere." He was disinterested, turning back to his project as if the conversation wasn't worth the time.

"Ugh! Such a boy. What do you think?"

I had zoned out for a second, watching Jaxx curiously as his muscled shoulders rounded over his desk, trying to force his new card into the wrong slot. Cindy's question didn't register.

"Uhm... What do I... What?"

"What should we go as for Halloween?"

I stammered again for a moment, mind blank, so put on the spot. Then, like enlightenment, an idea re-occured to me.

"Uhhhh--Jaxx should be Superman."

My sudden inspiration had given me uncharacteristic confidence, made me sound almost eager, and I felt my heartbeat quicken by a step, though I proudly noticed I didn't flush as much as I would have a few days prior. Jaxx half turned, fixing me with piercing eyes and a quizzical smile, and I could feel Cindy giving me the same look.

"Why's that?" He was amused, and I groped for words, suddenly on the spot.

"You... uhhh... no one's... said you look like him?"

"Haha! Which one's Superman again?"

"What!?" My mouth gaped, prompting chuckles from both of them. "You don't know who SUPERMAN is?!"

"Chill, I'm fucking with you."

"--But show us a picture, Sami!" Cindy piped up cheerfully, and at her bidding I pulled up a new tab with an image search. Jaxx looked a little bit like Henry Cavill, but even more like more modern illustrated iterations of the man of steel, so I maximized one rendition and turned my laptop to display for them. Cindy appreciated my comparison, but Jaxx was dubious.

"Comic book stuff is dead. What about the shirtless dude from Game of Thrones? Isn't he... Waterman? Superfish? I could go in just my jockstrap" He turned his dickhead smirk on me as Cindy tittered at the half-joking suggestion.

I ignored his jibe, almost offended now. "Aquaman? No! I can't believe... Superman is... Is the... the best! Haven't you seen any of the movies?"

"Nah, I don't watch that nerd shit."

I was fully insulted. Nerd shit? Comic books and superheroes had been an escape for me my whole life, and his dismissiveness was strangely biting. Though I tried, I couldn't suppress a crestfallen tone,

"Oh... well... I'm sorry..."

"Don't be like that, I'm just giving you shit. Here, I'll make a deal. Does Superman have... Super... Friends?" He flashed me a soft smile, one with the boyish curl I'd been seeing more often. I couldn't help but return a grin, at his expression as well as his unknowing reference.

"Yeah! There's Batman, Wonderwoman, The Flash, Aquaman..." I'd jumped right in, listing off major heroes, and felt a little sheepish as I went. Yet he still watched me with his expectant half-smile, so I continued, "Krypto, Martian Manhunter, Supergirl--"

"--Wait, who's Supergirl? Is she his... uh... sidekick?"

"Uhm, sorta. That's more Superboy, but he's kind of annoy--"

"--No, no, Supergirl is perfect. I'll go as Superman, you go as my Supergirl." He declared it like the decision was final, and now I did flush, embarrassed by how the conversation had turned on me.

"Show me a picture, Sami?" Cindy's voice was sweet and sing-song; I could tell she was enjoying the hole i'd dug myself.

I quickly brought up another image search and handed the laptop to Cindy. She frowned for a moment, then typed something else in. When the new results popped up, I realized her search had been 'slutty Supergirl costume,' and she nodded in satisfaction as she handed the computer back.

"That will work! So, you got someone for me?"

"Who's the redhead... Scarlett Johansson. The uh... Red widow?" Jaxx wondered from across the room, and I rolled my eyes at his mistake.

"Black Widow. That's Marvel, we're in DC..." I eagerly set to typing, and only barely caught the movement of their heads, missing the look they shot each other. I decided to ignore them, since I already had a character in mind that I thought Cindy would appreciate.

"No... You're Poison Ivy, Cin!"

I presented the results, and Cindy's smile widened further.

"Okay, but I won't let you paint me green, you little freak."

"No, that's fine, it--" I belatedly realized she was joking. "Oh, 'ha-ha-ha' I get it, make fun of the nerd..." I was trying to joke around, but it fell lame, and my dismay was clear in my tone and on my face.

"Oh don't take it hard! You're so cute when you geek out." She leaned into me, threading an arm under mine and her fingers around my palm. "We'll go shopping tomorrow, yeah? You can tell me all about Poison Ivy."

I figured she was just trying to assuage my feelings, but smiled at the thought anyway. Then I realized an obvious question.

"Wha--... Where... What are we doing?"

"Oh, did I not tell you? Jaxx got a VIP table at Deja Vu! We're taking a limo there and bottle service all night, it's gonna get liiiiit!!"

She beamed and bounced to an imaginary club banger, jostling me as I processed my new plans. I thought they had forgotten about me, that I was just going to spend another Halloween in for a solo scary movie marathon. Deja Vu was the most expensive, exclusive night club in the city; even I had heard of it, which was seriously saying something. And Jaxx had secured a VIP table. How much could that have cost?

A shadow fell over my train of thought. If he was spending that much, surely it wasn't just for Cindy and I? If it was (even if it wasn't), there must have been some nefarious plan, with me in mind.

I tried and failed to broach the subject casually,

"So... Uhmm... Who uhh... How... Who are we.. going with?"

"Oh you probably won't know anyone. But it's okay, I'll help you make lots of new friends!"

Jaxx, who had sat silently during Cindy's explanation, spoke up in a thoughtful tone.

"Sami, who did Margot Robbie play in that 'Team Suicide' movie or whatever?"

"Uhm... you mean Harley Quinn?"

"Yeah, that one." His eyes shone as he flashed a heart-stopping smile. "Thanks."

A shiver rippled down my spine.

*

That night I dreamt of Jaxx and Superman.

They were one and the same, flying high above the earth, floating effortlessly, protecting humanity from otherworldly, existential threats.

I was in his arms, saved from some scheming villain or pulled from a burning building. I was Lois Lane-- or maybe I was Aurora-- or maybe even Sami, my own super alter-ego. Who I was, why I was there, none of it was important; all that mattered was I was with him. Miles above earth, travelling faster than sound, and safer than I'd ever been on my own two feet.

He flew defiant of laws of gravity and nature, bending the world to his will and holding me tight to him. Pressed against his body, I could feel his cock shifting and stiffening under the skin-tight suit.

It was for me. He wanted me. This perfect, alien specimen, mankind evolved, desired me. It burned like a beacon, and made me strong and weak all at once.

I knew I wouldn't be able to handle his love, the intensity of the need that coursed through his super-powered veins. It would hurt me, possibly even kill me. The sheer power he wielded would obliterate me, leave scraps of my pathetic existence.

Yet I would give myself to him. I was willing, even desperate, to serve his cause; to experience just a fragment of his presence. It would be worth losing everything, even myself, just to be with a god for a moment, to be a part of his majesty.

He recognized my counterpart desire, my need to submit. Still in air, rocketing around the world, he flipped me so I was wrapped around his torso, staring into his striking, endless grey eyes. I couldn't see his unit, but I felt it, prodding between my legs, thick and menacing. I knew fear and serenity, anticipation and despair.

When he thrust, I was his.

I awoke in a light sweat, my little penis almost painfully hard and just barely tenting my tight boy shorts. I could hear Jaxx's light snoring across the room, and I prayed it would stay that way as I tiptoed to the bathroom.

Inside, the door was barely shut before I dropped my panties down my legs and squeezed my prick. In seconds I was shooting my weak fluid all across the tile floor and toilet, gasping so loud I thought for sure I would wake Jaxx.

Down on my knees wiping up my cum, I worried about how i'd been picturing Jaxx's absurd dick. I was starting to think about him-- and it-- more than an appropriate amount. Something in me wondered when I'd see it again.

I snuck back to bed and tossed and turned, trying to forget the dream of his super-cock penetrating me.

*

The next day, like she'd said, Cindy took me shopping.

At her instruction I skipped my afternoon classes and arrived at the sorority house just as the Uber was pulling up. We went into center city, eating a late lunch in a small, trendy restaurant full of celebrity pictures.

Cindy was in top form that day, flirting and joking constantly. It was almost tiring to keep up with her witty banter and excited trains of thought. We didn't small talk, when it was only us. She had a way of discussing nothing and everything all at once. She jumped topics and pivoted in such unexpected turns it left my head spinning; but always with such warmth and confidence that I couldn't help but feel lucky to be caught up in her storm. Her ceaseless rhythm of conversation lulled me into a rarely found ease in social interaction.

So when she asked me about Poison Ivy, I blabbed on about her, how Ivy was one of my favorite superheroines or villains, how she had become something of a fantasy of self-identification for me; a loner misanthrope with an environmental cause to fight for. When Cindy asked about her as my fantasy because the ready availability of porn of her, I froze for a second in shock. Clearly she knew more about things then she'd let on. Her mock severe look broke into a ray of sunshine, and I laughed and agreed. It was the truth, after all.

By the time we arrived at a massive party goods store on the edge of the city, the conversation had shifted to our Halloween plans. Walking down aisle upon aisle of costumes, Cindy turned interrogative.

"So! What's up with you and 'SuperJaxx'?"

I didn't appreciate the joke, but Cindy would persist till she got her answer, so I tried to both ignore her and answer the question.

"Uhm... I just... I think he... looks like him..."

"Okay... But you had that one like, right in the chamber. You were already thinking about what costume he would wear! Don't lie!"

"I d-didn--"

"--I mean I don't mind, it's kind of cute! You have a little crush on Jaxx..." She paused for a beat to give me side-eye "...and his dick... I get it, believe me."

"No Cin I--"

"--I'm actually glad you're not being so prissy around him anymore. You're a lot more fun when you're chill."

"B-bu--"

"Just..." She cut through yet another stuttered denial, her tone taking on a darker timbre that closed my mouth for me. "Just don't get your hopes up, Sami. Jaxx is... Something else... And it's great... But he's also..." She sighed and took a deep breath, collecting herself. "He doesn't let people close. And he might lose interest once he fucks that cute little butt." She gave a wry smile, "Don't get your hopes up too much."

I was a little taken aback, confronted by the strangely raw sharing, her assumptions about my feelings for Jaxx, the ironic obscenity. In my confusion, I fixated on what felt like the most pressing denial.

"I don't want him to..." I'd forgotten we were in a store, and had to lower my voice to a bare whisper to quote her, "*Fuck*... Anything!"

"Ooookay. If you say so." Her doubt dripped from the words, but I wasn't going to convince her, so I let it pass.

We'd reached the superheroes racks, and it only took a little while to find a standard Superman costume, XL, which would still be stretched taut across Jaxx's formidable frame. Cindy had ready told me that she would be assembling Poison Ivy from her own belongings, so I'd only been looking among the nearby hangers for a Supergirl outfit for a few seconds when I realized Cindy was walking away from me. I hustled after a little confused, calling out,