------JESSICA------
All I wanted to do was spend time with James. It had been such a confusing past few days. I wanted the safety and security of my boyfriend so badly.
He seemed so... sad, for some reason. Maybe the workload from school and not seeing each other much was starting to get to him? A nervous, paranoid, part of me thought maybe he knew about Kappa Phi. Knew what happened at the party. But there's just no way, right? He would have said something certainly.
God, and the way his hands felt on me. Despite having hours and hours and hours of constant sex the night prior, I was so deeply aroused when he touched me. When I felt his boner pushing into me from behind, and his hands exploring my body. It felt so much different from the sex I had performed with the different men. There was a connection there that just lit me up inside.
But I couldn't let him see me as any different. I needed to enforce boundaries, remain pure in his eyes. And I didn't want to sacrifice his purity as well. I know it sounds stupid, considering what I've done, and what I knew I would continue doing. But that purity and virtue still mattered to me. I loved that he wanted to save himself for me, and if my mother and Kappa Phi hadn't convinced me that their methods are so effective at pleasing a man, I would still be saving myself for him.
It made me feel special in his eyes. I knew, to these random men I was with, I was just an object to use. And to some extent, they were just training dummies to me as well. Placeholders and training partners for the skills I would eventually use for James. But to have him save himself for me? It kept some level of purity alive in our relationship. If we had sex before we got married, then what was the point of all of this? We would be like any other godless couple.
I'm sure you can say it's hypocritical of me. To think about purity on my way to get fucked again. To leave the dorm of my boyfriend, the man I love, to prove my worth to Kim and her fiance, Travis. But I had to do what I had to do. I was too far in to back out now. I needed to commit.
There was no text from my roommate. No one locked out of the dorm. The text I received at James' dorm while he touched me was from Kim and it read:
"Sorry sweetie, I know you're sore. But Travis wants you now. I'll be home in about an hour but he wants you there ASAP."
She included their address, and a few emojis. But the point was clear.
I needed to go to Kim's fiance. I needed his approval to be Kim's protege. I wanted to make her proud, make my mom proud, and receive the training I would need to keep James forever.
They didn't live far. Walking distance from the dorms. It took about 20 minutes for me to get there. As I approached their house I tried to recall what kim said this morning.
He likes to be rough. Likely rougher than what I experienced last night, which was already quite an adjustment. How can someone be rougher than the painful spanks I received? The powerful thrusts? My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest and I gulped down the nerves.
She also said he likes when a woman takes charge though, and she suggested I take charge but allow him the time to rough me up as well. I didn't know what all of that was supposed to look like. I figured I'd try to start by taking charge. Walk in his house and immediately drop to my knees, take him out and pleasure him. Maybe guide him to a bed and allow him to enter me? Is that what taking charge means?
I didn't know. It didn't matter.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door flew open and Travis stood there with a wide smile on his face. We locked eyes, I felt like a deer in headlights trying to decide what to do, when his arm shot out towards me and grabbed a fistful of fabric on my top. Before I had time to process what was happening he had yanked me forward into the house and slammed the door behind me.
He pulled me tightly towards him and said through grit teeth, "You gonna be a good girl for me?"
"Yes Sir." I squeaked out, scared. But something about the fear lit my body on fire. I felt like I was in danger, and in reaction I felt a wetness begin to form between my legs.
"I'm gonna fuck you up, Slut."
"Thank you, Sir."
------JAMES------
The video Phil sent of Jess was short. Less than a minute. But it was immediately seared into my brain. I couldn't have my girlfriend in the way Phil had her in this video. But, I did have the video. I could at least see her naked, and in the throes of lust. I was obsessed with Jess, in every way. The rejection of my advances hurt. But I couldn't help how turned on it was seeing her like this. Seeing her sexuality unleashed. I only wished I could be the target of that energy.
Less than a minute after Jessica had left my dorm, I had my cock out and was stroking it to the best friend I had made at college fucking my girlfriend, a few repeats of the video later. I was shooting another load into a bundled up set of boxer briefs.
Before all of this, I rarely masturbated. But I couldn't stop doing it now. I had never been so turned on in my life, and for such a long period of time. Did I actually enjoy watching other men fuck my girlfriend, or was I just so desperate for some kind of sexual interaction with Jess that I was content with this as my only option?
My cock was growing hard again, and I started the video back up, softly stroking myself back to full hardness. I used the video to fuel my fantasies. Watching her body move in real time to apply a visual factor to the horrible things she might have done or might do.
God, what if she left the dorm just now to go get fucked.
"Oh sorry James, I don't want to fuck you, but Phil's big cock feels so good so I have to go, okay I love you!"
I imagined her saying it and my cock tightened.
Wait. Actually, I could check.
My heart started pounding as my fantasies briefly bled into reality. I pulled up the tracking tool we use for each other. We both downloaded it awhile ago, worried that one of us might get in trouble or lose our phones or something and we could use it to find each other. I had completely forgotten about it.
I opened the app and let it update before clicking on Jessica's name.
She wasn't at her dorm. She was heading the opposite direction. Over to the housing complex where some of the older students lived in houses they rented.
I'm not saying it was right, to spy on her, to track her. It certainly wasn't right to follow her. But in some sick way. I'm glad I did.
I threw some pants on and ran out the door, keeping the tracking app up and walking her direction. After a few minutes of walking, her little dot stopped and looked like it was positioned in one house in particular. I know there's some drift on these types of apps as far as precise locations go, but when I came up to the house I knew she was inside. The yard was large, and the nearest houses on each side were far enough apart that I could be certain.
I didn't think this far ahead.
Obviously, now, I knew she wasn't telling the truth about who had texted her and why. But whose house was this? Why was she here? And what did I think I was actually going to do about it? I considered going home. Turning around and walking away. But the pounding in my pants and the haze in my brain pushed me forward.
I peeked around one side of the house and saw a few windows. Creeping along the side of the house and looking around the area, it looked like I was alone. Due to the privacy fence I could only really be seen from the street and it seemed pretty unpopulated. I felt safe. I inched closer and tried to peek through a window.
Nothing. Blinds covered the whole window. I crept down to the next window and saw the same thing. Briefly, I considered just leaving again. I was acting like a fucking crazy person. But I assumed there were windows on the other side of the house too. Might as well take a peek.
I strolled around the front of the house and to the other side and peeked through the first window. No blinds, but I didn't see anything. Just a relatively empty bedroom, must be a guest room of some sort. As I crept to the next window, I heard it.
"MMMMM Yeah." a deep voice groaned, muffled by the walls and windows.
I leaned slightly over and peeked through the window. The blinds were drawn up slightly, beginning to group together at the top of the window, but I could peek through two of the blades at the top.
A tall, muscular, naked, man stood. His head thrown back and body gyrating. I let my eyes trail down his body but due to the blinds I couldn't see below a certain point. I would need to get lower, try to see under the blinds. I crouched down and got a much better view.
There she was. Naked. Her back was to me and she was on her knees, I could see her ass softly spill over her legs and ankles. God her ass was so much fucking bigger than I thought it was. I had never seen something like what was on display before me.
It was like a blowjob. Which I was obviously aware of. But so much more brutal.
This man had Jessica's hair wrapped around his hand and he was very violently shoving her mouth down on his cock as he thrust forward. It's like my beautiful girlfriend's head was a toy that he was throwing back and forth and thrusting into. No care for how she felt. How could she even fucking breathe like that!
As if reading my mind. He showed me.
He tore her head from his cock and pulled her hair down while he bent over her so she was looking up at him. Her mouth was open and her body heaving with heavy breaths. I thought this was so she could breathe, I was wrong.
He spat on her face. And while I was still reeling from the shock of that, he slapped her - hard. Her body shook and then twitched. Insanity. The way he brutalized the woman I loved, abused her, fucked her face like a toy. It hurt, I hated it. I took my cock out.
I stroked myself as he ripped her up off of the ground by her hair and threw her onto the bed in the room, now facing the window. I ducked down briefly, but quickly realized she wouldn't be looking my direction.
