She moved slowly, teasingly, as she undid button after button ignoring my desperate pleading. As she undid the last button she slid my shirt out of the way revealing my plain white bra. Her hands slid over the soft pale flesh of my stomach as she pressed her lips back against mine. I closed my eyes as her tongue slid into my mouth and her hands pushed under the cups of my bra roughly squeezing my tender breasts. I squirmed beneath her as she molested my breasts however, at this point one of her knees pressed hard against my groin eliciting an involuntary gasp of pleasure. This was apparently all she needed to decide I was enjoying this and that she should advance at a faster pace. She broke the kiss and slid her hands out of my bra as she moved down my body. She grabbed my legs and proceeded to slowly peel off my own pair of knee high socks and then pulled my legs over my head before securing them to the bed post as well. I was now stuck helpless with my hands and feet bound to the bed post and my skirt pushed up by my raised legs revealing my pink and white, horizontal striped cotton panties which, I am ashamed to admit were already slightly damp from the involuntary pleasure I had received.
She wasted no time in getting them wetter as her finger began to trace slowly up and down over my slit eliciting small squeaks of pleasure. Eventually she stopped and instead applied a second finger and began to slowly push her fingers in. She couldn't get her fingers in far but she did manage to push my panties into my slit soaking them. At this point she grew tired of teasing me and slid her hands to the waistband of my panties beginning to shimmy them down or should I say up my legs until they were left dangling right above my face. Whether intentional or unintentional this had the effect of forcing me to constantly look at her face lest I be forced to gaze upon the soaking symbol of my shame. She pulled up her skirt at this point and began to shimmy down her own cum soaked panties. Hers were pure blue with a tiny red ribbon on the front of the waistband.
Once she had them off she proceeded to gently force them into my mouth muffling me and forcing me to taste her pleasure. She then moved forward her hands resting on my legs as she slid her pussy against mine and slowly began to grind against me. It felt good despite the situation and, despite my attempts to stop myself, I began moaning uncontrollably. It almost made me thankful for the disgusting gag. Unfortunately this wasn't enough for her and after a short while she pulled away searching around for something to use. Her gaze eventually settled on the pencils we had been using before. She began to insert the pencils point first into my pussy. I screamed into the gag and began to squirm but that only made it worse as it made it harder for her to get them in properly resulting in her stabbing me in very delicate places. Eventually she managed to get enough in to satisfy her. I think it was about 12 and she carefully slid the eraser ends into her own pussy before beginning to thrust back and forth against me. This wasn't pleasurable for me at all but it was apparently for her. She began moaning loudly with each thrust even as my eyes filled with tears.
After what seemed like hours of torture she seemed to finally hit her limit and she came with a loud scream of ecstasy before falling against me becoming suspended by my legs and her resting on my panties. At this point the door to our room opened. I had figured at the time that someone had heard her scream and had come to investigate. I had figured I was saved. Unfortunately for both of us only the first part was true. What entered the room was another student. She was naked and covered in blood. Specifically her face around the mouth and her arms from her hands to her elbows. She eyed us with obvious pleasure. I began to struggle desperately realizing that this was not a saviour and getting very disturbing implications from the areas the blood covered. These were quickly proven right as the student grabbed my roommate by the hair pulling her off of me and to the floor before biting into her neck My roommate struggled for a few seconds then began twitching before becoming still. It was a textbook kill.
The kind you see wild animals pull off in nature documentaries. I was then forced to watch, horrified and knowing that I was seeing my own future, as the student calmly began devouring her. She started by peeling off pieces of skin and eating them before moving onto hand fulls of meat and guts. It took her less than an hour to reduce my roommate to a bloody pile of bones. She then moved on to me. All this time I of course had not been idle. I had been trying desperately to free my bonds. She moved beside the bed and began examining me curiously apparently trying to decide where to begin. At this moment I managed to free one of my hands and I desperately swung at her. This proved to be a mistake as she caught my hand pulled it towards her and then bit into my wrist. She tore out the veins in my wrists with her teeth and then let go, my arm falling to the bed gushing blood. I screamed in pain but was cut off as she stabbed her hand into my stomach and began tearing out my guts. I mercifully fell into unconsciousness at this point.
I died there and then I woke up in The Midnight Hotel. This will take some explaining. See it turns out I wasn't unaffected by the change. I wasn't made an unfettered. I was made an illustrious. My power was the power to revive upon death. Every time I die I wake up at The Midnight Hotel the following day. The first time I died was August 16th 2015 at 4:30 PM. I woke up August 17th 2015 at 12:00 AM. The hotel itself is strange. There are only two rooms. My room contains nothing but a small bed and I can't seem to enter the other room. The entire hotel, I assume, is painted a dull grey colour and the front lobby consists of just the exit door and a table with a check in/check out book on it. There are two names in the book. One is mine the other I don't know and for some strange reason every time I read it I immediately forget it. Both names though are registered for 24 check ins. No dates given. The first one under my name had a tick in the checked in column. I ticked the checked out column before leaving. That was a year ago.
I spent some time learning about the world after that. Found out about the cryptic statement I quoted above and met some other benign people. Mostly normals with a few illustrious. I have no idea what happened to my real family but I was "adopted" into a new family. A small group of normals and my new sister Katherine. She's an Illustrious with the power to age others rapidly with a touch. As a result she constantly wears a full leather bodysuit and face mask with attached cowl. It looks pretty bad ass. Aside from her the family consists of my niece, Sera, who was a gamer before the change and thus coined the term respawn to describe my power, My brother in law, Mark, who's coincidentally an expert marksman, and others who I haven't really had the honour of meeting. They don't trust me entirely and given most of the other illustrious I met I can't really blame them.
We call ourselves the unchanging. For the most part we just try to survive but I've realized with my power I can do more. I can fight. Maybe I can even find out how to turn the world back the way it once was.
You're probably wondering who I am. Well after I died things like my name and age stopped seeming as important. I suppose if one needs to refer to me they can just call me Rise.