College Chronicles Ep. 11

A chair stood in the middle of the room, and Natalie upon it. But not how you would normally sit in a chair. She was backwards, kneeling in the seat, facing away from us. Her arms were tied to either side of the back of the chair, tits pushed up over it, and her calves bound to the seat, so she couldn't move at all. Most noticeably, she was totally nude, her position exposing her vulnerable, spread holes. Her skin was even paler than mine, everywhere except her pussy, which was shaved completely bare, flushed red and swollen, glinting in the light. In the position, Natalie could do nothing to hide her unwilling arousal.

No one had told her that, and she continued to speak to me and rail against Jaxx, despite being ignored.

"I swear to God I'll kill you you dickhead! Don't fucking touch him! Sam, get out of here! Go to campus police! My plan will work, I—"

"—That's enough." Jaxx, tired of Natalie's cries, reached down to her pile of discarded clothing and pulled a piece of fabric out. Without explaining, he walked over to Nat and struck her once, open palmed, on the cheek. It didn't look too hard, but the shock threw her into silence, and Jaxx took the opportunity to stuff her panties inside her mouth.

"If these touch the floor before I say they can, you'll regret it, get me?"

Her reluctant nod was belated, but I knew from personal experience that Jaxx wouldn't hesitate to punish her, and hoped she took the message to heart. Without looking away, he extended an arm in my direction, beckoning with one finger.

"Come here, Sami."

I tottered over timidly, Jaxx continuing his point.

"I'm sorry to say it, Nat, but your plan isn't going to work. It never was."

As I reached him, my eyes were once again studying the floor. I was frightened of her gaze, knew how badly I was wronging her. Jaxx made it even more clear as he pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"You two didn't really meet last time. This is Sami. Say hi, Sami."

At Jaxx's prompt, I finally, slowly brought my eyes to find Natalie's. She stared back intensely, but not with the condemnation I expected. Instead she overflowed with compassion. It almost made me laugh. I certainly hadn't expected it, and I didn't need it. I was safe, on Jaxx's good side. She was the one who needed sympathy. I awkwardly waved, following his instruction.

"...H-hi..."

Suddenly, he pulled me even closer, swinging me in front of him. I lost my balance, tipped over, beginning a shriek of panic. But before I could scream I found Jaxx's lips pressed to mine. He was kissing me, and the realization made me a puddle in the powerful embrace. I could feel the slight scratchiness of bristle on his cheeks, and when his tongue slid into my mouth it did so slowly; thick and powerful and totally irresistible.

I had never imagined kissing a man could feel so good, sending bullets careening around my inside. But it just felt right, to be helpless and little, let his tongue explore my mouth and his hands explore my body. I fell and fell and fell, letting him hold me up and closing my eyes in bliss.

When he broke the embrace and set me back on my feet, I was out of breath and reeling. It took me a few seconds to regain control, another few to see Natalie with her gaze full of rage, still more to realize that Jaxx had said something to me. I snapped my eyes back to him, wide and pleading.

"Whuh??"

"Why don't you get my cock out, baby."

His hand dragged softly up my exposed shoulders, matching the soothing, caressing tones of his voice. It wasn't an order; more of a suggestion, a great idea he thought I might enjoy. He was right.

I dropped to my knees, and my asshole clenched involuntarily around the presence inside me, sending a chemical rush flowing from head to toe. I was eager to see his cock, to please him; memory of Natalie's existence (and presence) banished from my mind. As I yanked down his athletic shorts and rushed to kiss his hardening shaft, she reminded both of us, spitting out her panties in fury.

"UGH!! FUCK YOU!!! Motherfucker! I don't want to watch this! You're so fucked, you have to let me go! If you let me go right now MAYBE I won't fucking destroy your stupid privileged life!"

Jaxx was already in motion, taking his shorts off so he was only wearing the unbuttoned shirt, and pulling me to my feet and over towards her. He reached to a table for something while gesturing to Natalie with the other hand.

"Pick that up."

Without really registering, I stepped forward and kneeled to reach Natalie's panties, damp with saliva. Coming up, I was suddenly face to face with her, and guilt stampeded through me as her big, compassionate eyes locked into mine.

"It's okay Sami, this is my fault."

She spoke to me quietly, and even with her total understanding I couldn't respond, overwhelmed by the situation. I was sober, but my head spun like I was crossfaded.

There was a ripping noise, and suddenly Jaxx was next to us, his naked cock protruding into the center of our triangle, obscene and enthralling. It wiggled, and we were both captivated for a moment, before Nat tore her eyes away, her gaze again full of hate. I didn't, until he spoke.

"Sami."

My eyes whipped up, and he blessed me with a kind smile.

"Shut her up."

Without hesitation, I pushed the clothing into Nat's mouth, and to my surprise she didn't resist, opening for me. She stared daggers at Jaxx the entire time, but he only laughed, stepping forward to place a strip of duct tape over the makeshift gag, pushing it on just a little too hard, then gifting her a few unnecessary slaps.

He stepped back, and his hand was on my shoulder, pushing me to my natural position. I gratefully followed the instruction, kneeling and taking his weapon in both hands, marvelling as I moved it back and forth in front of me, admiring his length and width. Then I abandoned restraint entirely and devoured his cock as far as it would go, gagging myself. When I pulled back, I could feel spit hanging from my chin as I gasped for air, tears running down my face. I focused on his head, pulling my lips taught around it and working my tongue, worshipping with all I had. He grunted appreciatively, then launched into the speech Natalie had interrupted, his tone patronizing and superior.

"You'll pay for that later. But anyways— your plan. Aw yeah... Never going to work. Sami's a good girl. She's not going to report anything. And even if she did, you don't think I have lawyers? We'd have this university— and you, by the way— so flooded with legal bullshit it would take years. And millions. Ufff... You'd be stripping to pay for senior year, still seeing me in court every day."

Jaxx paused for a moment, one big hand coming down to my head, brushing some hair out of my face. I sat back and stared up at him, making my eyes big as I pulled my hands off and devoted myself to sucking as much of his cock as I could. He smiled and winked, then swung his attention back up to Natalie.

"And The Sentinel; you know I know people, why would you think that was any different? Fuuuck yeahh... A friend of mine got your note. They made sure that story died before anyone saw it. And they're waiting to stop anything else like it. Mmhh... So really, you've got nothing but a lawsuit, and you're tied to a chair naked. I might not be such a bitch, but that's just me."

I stared up at him as he monologued. His words were so cruel to my best friend— but the way he spoke was captivating; assured and unassailable truth. It only fueled my passionate work. It felt so good to be a part of his plan, to hear his occasional grunts or words of encouragement. I knew he was exaggerating for Natalie's benefit, but it didn't matter. It felt real.

The grey of his eyes burned with fiery light, and his smile turned diabolical.

"Besides, I'm not the only one with secrets, am I, Nat?"

I didn't stop blowing him, but I was curious. What did he know? Maybe he could sense my feelings, because he turned down to me, involving me in the humiliating reveal.

"Your friend is a dirty slut. She's been fucking one of your professors. Dr. Syndegaard, right? Intro calc? You fuck his old dick with your fat milkers for an A, then you come after me? Isn't that fucking hypocritical?"

I was a little stunned, thrown off my rhythm. She'd been fucking professor Syndegaard? And not even told me? I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated— I wasn't sure if it was annoyance at being left out, or judgement of her actions. Then Jaxx's cock jumped in my mouth, and I forgot all about it.

He didn't.

"You think you're hot shit, act so perfect— you're just like us. Worse. You dress like a slut for dick, just like Sami here, and fuck around just like I do. Well, here's the deal. I MIGHT not report you and Syndegaard to the dean, or sue you to oblivion for going to campus police with slanderous claims about me. And don't worry, you're still going to get fucked."

The smirk dripped from his voice, and I avoided looking at her, fearful of the anger I knew would be in her eyes. I just focused on his long, veiny shaft and the thick, pendulous balls that hung below, cradling and polishing them for him.

"By the way... I know crafty old Syndegaard is a sweet talker, but you should ask around about his 'reputation.' I'm just sayin', the man loves some frosh pussie."

I looked up and saw the shit-eating grin he wore, which would certainly have pushed Nat to violence, if she'd been capable. Instead she uttered a low moan— I wasn't sure if it was of anger or despair.

It was bewildering, how completely Jaxx had dismantled Natalie and her plans. She had walked right into each trap, basically given herself up. What I noticed most of all was how mean he was to her, taking every opportunity to twist the knife. It scared and sent a pang of guilt through my heart, but at the same time thrilled me. When he was abusing her, he was so kind to me. And even worse, he was so strangely hot; dominating and uncaring. It just made me want to die for his approval, to stay on his good side at whatever cost, no matter the shameful humiliation or confrontation with my betrayed friend.

Suddenly his hand was in my hair, pulling me up to the tips of my knees. He turned me, and I found myself face to face again with Natalie. Her eyes were wide in an expression of horror; it would have been funny, if I hadn't felt so guilty. Plus, I imagine mine weren't much different, thrust no more than an inch from my bound friend.

"What do you think about Natalie's titties, Sami?"

"Uhhh... Uhmm... I... Uhhh... T-they're nice..."

"Aren't they? What do you like about them?"

I was flushing again, squirming under the spotlight he was shining on me.

"Uh... T-they're so... Uhm... Big..."

"Little Sami here is spoiled on my fat hog. Isn't she a pretty slut? You could learn from her, cunt." His tone was malicious for Natalie; to me, he was softer, lighter, like an adult to a child. "Do you want to suck on her fat titties, Sami?"

"Yuh-... Yes daddy..."

And with that, he pushed my face into the cleft of her chest. Instinctively I brought my hands up and began to grasp and knead. They were just as glorious as I'd imagined, heavy and soft and begging for squeezing. I stuck out my tongue and began licking, totally discomposed, not caring at all. I couldn't help but love the curves of her chest, the way her nipples felt under my tongue. Natalie quivered; I wasn't sure if it was rage or nerves.

"Spit on her Sami, get them nice and wet. I'm gonna fuck those fat udders."

I reared back and spit between the two, then followed my gob of spit, drooling and spreading it as I burrowed into her chest. I felt a little bad, helping Jaxx treat Natalie like a dirty whore. In my head, I told myself I was helping her, making things easier. I knew in reality I was a total bitch in heat, all shame forgotten.

As I played with Natalie's tits, she began to moan, attempting to hold them back but failing as lustful noises escaped her gag. It must have been a sign for Jaxx; he released me to slump to the floor, stepping forward, cock in hand, to tap it on her chest casually. Looking down at me from high above, he was like a god asking a question of an ant.

"Have you tasted her pussy?"

Mute from overwhelmed awe, I couldn't process any response. Natalie and I hadn't been like that. But things were about to change, and Jaxx couldn't conceal the smirk that spread across his face, ignoring my failed answer.

"I bet this dumb fucking cow is sloppy wet and ready to go. Aren't you?"

As if the crude words weren't enough, he slapped Natalie in the face to punctuate his disrespect, eliciting a groan of protest, muffled consonant sounds that showed she hadn't totally lost her fire. Her head shook back and forth in the negative.

"Ohhh you're a lying cunt too, huh? Sami, check this bitch's pussy for me."

"Wha—... What?"

Still struggling with his question, I didn't understand the command. Check her pussy? How? For what? Like always, he had the answers.

"Go see if her cunt is wet!"

My awe was quickly turning to panic. I couldn't do that to Nat, look at her intimate parts, help humiliate her so actively. Fear formed the spectre of backbone.

"But I—"

"Now."

He didn't raise his voice or move; the affect of his tone did all the work for him. It was flat and blunt as an impact on concrete, cutting me off harshly and precluding all future discussion, sending a tremor to my very core.

I rose unsteadily on my heels, feeling a slight twinge at the fullness of the plug, but used to the constant pressure by now. Jaxx had moved forward, and was sliding his massive erection between Natalie's cleft, his purple head tapping against her chest, neck, and chin. She grunted and tried to avert her head to the sides, but he chased her, rubbing the throbbing meat all over her face in the process.

Emotions tore me apart. I should have screamed and run or freed her or not betrayed her in the first place. But I knew, just KNEW, that I had no choice. That I was going to do what Jaxx said and wanted, because it would be good for me. He could bend me until I broke, literally, metaphorically, spiritually; any -ly you can think of. But he wouldn't if he wanted me. And he wanted me now. That notion (not to mention the guilt) made the whole predicament even hotter, a tortuous combination. Worse, used to the plug inside me, I felt a growing ache of desperate need for more, to have my hole stretched open. If I had been a little more aware, I might have wondered why my clit wasn't stiff.

"Sami, I won't ask again."

His tone was still hard, but there was a hint of humor as he caught me watching his meat, wet with my spit, bounce off Natalie's forehead. I jumped at the reminder, grateful for his understanding, rushing around to the other side of the chair.

The way Natalie was tied forced her to stick her breasts out forwards, and her ass out backwards, presenting all assets. Confronted with her naked rear, I almost panicked again, but powered through. Natalie's pussy was swollen and glowing pink, beautiful against her pale skin. Her asshole, puckered tightly, was almost cute. Her thighs and ass were full, with just the right amount of fat; squeezable, fuck-able. Like I'd seen before, strands of liquid hung between her exposed labia, small trails down the insides of her thighs.

"Uhmm... I thi... She's... Her... She lied."

Struggling to answer, I found a way without saying anything obscene, and immediately regretted how I threw her under the bus so easily. Her groan of frustration made me cringe into myself, but Jaxx was focused on correcting me.

"She lied, \*daddy\*"

"She lied, daddy! I'm sorry, daddy!" I couldn't afford to start fucking things up with him. I was in a very precarious situation as it was.

"Get her ready for me baby. I'm gonna fuck you, just like you wanted."

The first was to me, but the second was cooed directly to Natalie, as he squeezed her cheeks in one hand and forced her to look up at him, still rubbing his length up and down both sides of her face. I could tell from the muffled noises that she was trying to tell him what she thought of that.

But I had my own job to do. I want to say it was hard to close my eyes, lean forward and bury my mouth and nose in her sweet pussy. But it wasn't at all. It felt natural, bringing my hands up to her crotch, sliding a finger up to penetrate her slowly as I licked at her opening and rubbed soft circles on her clit. I couldn't stop a moan of passion into her body when I realized just how wet she was, dripping into my mouth, soaking my fingers. She quivered and let out her own moan; I wasn't sure if it was at my actions or Jaxx's. Either way, it pushed me on, urging me to help her make the best of a bad situation. I slid another finger inside her, hooking them and continuing my rhythm.

"Stop!"

I fell backwards, harshly thrown from my devotion by the force of his word, the hand yanking my hair almost secondary.

Jaxx was standing next to me, thick gleaming cock in my face. He had Natalie's scalp in his other hand, pulling her to arch cruelly in the chair.

"The whore doesn't get to cum yet."

His attention turned to Natalie's exposed holes, and the dreadful smirk crept onto his face.

"God damn! This bitch is like a faucet."

The hand in my hair released me, trailed gently down the side of my face. With sudden, intense violence it whipped over, impacting Natalie's ass with a resounding crack.

"Owwww!!!!"

When had he removed her gag? How long had I eaten her pussy for? I absently reached out for his cock, a bit dazed. But his hand slapped mine away, and he tutted at me patronizingly.

"Ah-ah-ah, not for you, greedy girl."

The smirk deepened, and brought a blush back to my face. Fuck he made me feel so stupid! And so horny.

"I want to watch your first kiss. Go show Nattie here how much you love her."

I didn't even bother standing up, crawling around the side of the chair, wiggling my ass in the air as I went, hoping he might catch a glimpse of the plug under my dress. I moved with confidence from his firm instruction that I didn't actually feel. Inside I was trying to deal with bubbling fear. How could I kiss my best friend for the first time in that situation? After what I was doing... She would hate me for sure by now.

Knelt before her, I noticed a red mark on her cheeks where he'd torn the tape off. Drool trailed from her lips, and I recognized the dazed expression on her face, a confused mix of pleasure and pain. When her eyes refocused on mine, the light of compassion flared, and my fears fled before it.

I leaned forward impulsively, needing to show how I loved her, wanting soothe her. Her lips were soft and sweet, our embrace sloppy with the liquid on our faces. She kissed back lazily, but I could forgive her, given the circumstances. Then I felt an impact ripple through her body, and both our eyes shot open as she howled into my mouth in surprise.

"Oowwww!!!"

"Time to get fucked, bitch."

His big hand appeared in her hair, yanking her away from me, and I could see Jaxx's grim smile over her shoulder. Another yelp of pain turned into a plea, as she felt the first promise of Jaxx's swollen helmet.

"Ouwwwohhh! Fucker! J-just... Go slow!"

Suddenly I felt her jolt forward, giving way to Jaxx's thrust. Her eyes popped wide open, and her mouth followed suit.

"Oh SHIT!"

"Fuuuuck look at those holes man... It's like a fucking slip n' slide back here, whore." Jaxx was talking to himself more than us, but he couldn't help but throw in another jab at Natalie. She howled back a response in turn, their natures expressed perfectly.

"Uuughh, fuck youUU!"

He thrust forward as she spoke, laughing at her exclamation while slowly inching back out.