Author's note: This is kind of a continuation, but language and story development will be quite different from the first three chapters going forward. It's still the same universe, but Jill and I thought it was time to explore another story. It helps to read the previous chapters, as there are some threads linking the two stories, but these following couple of chapters will be somewhat higher on the kink scale. Hope you enjoy it.
As usual, many thanks to Jill for inspiration and support. Also, thanks to mastertofu for the very valuable insight.
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Chapter IV - The Prey
Meanwhile, outside of Nicole's sphere of influence...
Peter knew how to keep his head down and pretend there was nothing wrong. He still went to class, finished assignments on time, had movie nights at the dorm with his roommate and a few more guys he knew from classes. He had never talked about the break-up, ever; not with his roommate, not with his older friends from back home and certainly not with his parents. Suffering silently was what Peter did best. More than a year after, he was still suffering.
It was almost time for his weekly "update". He assumed it was Brad, and not her, sending him the photos and videos through her phone, or he desperately wished that were the case. Sometimes it was a photo of her, naked, tied up, come dripping off her body. Sometimes, he'd get an audio clip of her, screaming Brad's name in the throes of orgasm. Peter had never heard her do that with him; what was it about this sorry excuse for a person that made her so wild? He had never seen this side of her at all, never known she had all these desires. It made him question everything he thought he knew about her, which helped him distract himself from a bigger issue at hand.
He didn't have to open any of the messages; he knew well enough what was in them. Yet every time his phone pinged, Peter rushed to his phone to see/hear the new material. Recently, he'd been receiving more videos; they were getting longer, a lot more graphic and increasing in volume, leaving nothing to his imagination and instantly, he'd get a raging erection, unwilling to go away until he stroked himself to completion. As much as he tried to stifle himself, he couldn't make his body yield to his mind. His weakness and his broken heart exploited in the worst possible way, he had come multiple times to the previous video of her, gagging on some cock, her pretty hair being pulled violently to control her. He couldn't even say her name, not even in his mind, but her sexcapades pulled him in, made him complicit and his body enjoyed it, even though he couldn't explain it.
When his phone pinged that day on the way to the library, Peter felt his dick stir in his pants, conditioned as he was. It was a large video file; it would barely finish downloading by the time he could find a secluded corner in the library, but he started walking faster anyway. For the first time, there was a text message to go with the attachment and it read: "Make sure sound is on ;)". He connected his headphones to his phone as he navigated to the anthropology section of the library. He couldn't go back to his room; the anticipation was too much. He pressed play.
It started with an extreme close-up of her pussy, already wet and dark pink from arousal. As the camera pulled back, Peter saw her round ass and realized she was on all fours and shaking. At a wider angle, he saw her ankles tied up to some bar-like contraption. He wasn't sure where all of this was going, but he couldn't stop watching, he wanted to watch her get used in ways he couldn't imagine. His blood chilled in his veins when off-camera Brad's voice whispered in his ear: "This is for you, little Peter. Watch and learn."
B: Look at you, waiting patiently and quietly. Are you behaving because you want to come?
N: Yes, please, I've been a good girl. May I come this time?
B: We'll see how good you are. Do you want my big cock in you?
N: Yes!
He slapped her ass so hard, Peter could see the white handprint within the rapidly reddening butt cheek. Brad's fingers crawled inside her.
B: You are so tight. Were you a virgin before you met me, slut?
N: No, but he had a tiny penis, Sir, I barely felt it.
B: Tell me exactly how tiny it was.
N: It was so small, I could finger myself while he was in me.
B: Did you like his small dick, slut? Did you enjoy it?
N: No, his penis didn't even reach my G-spot. I never came with him.
B: So why did you keep fucking him, slut?
N: It was only a few times, out of pity.
He spanked her really hard on the same cheek, making her cry out.
B: Did you let him fuck you in the ass, too?
N: He was never hard enough to push into my asshole. He had a small and limp dick, nothing like yours.
Brad licked his thumb and pushed it into her ass, while his other hand was caressing her butt that was still red.
N: May I please come now?
B: You're not supposed to talk without being talked to, you know better, my little slut.
Brad winked at the recording phone and reached for something by the side of the bed, which turned out to be a decently sized conical toy with a flat base. Peter watched in fear as Brad pushed it in her ass and she squirmed, unable to run away.
B: How does that feel, baby?
N: It hurts, please stop, it hurts.
He wasn't stopping; in fact, he kept pushing the toy in deeper.
B: Since I'm not hearing any of your safe words, I'm assuming you're pretending to be an innocent sweet girl.
