This story contains graphic details of a 19 year old college girl being physically, emotionally and sexually abused by her 19 year old college roommate in a dominant/submissive relationship.
If you find that type of material offensive, then this story isn't for you!
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"Holy shit she is tall!"
That was the very first thought that came into my head as I walked into my brand new dorm room and laid eyes upon my roommate for the very first time.
It wasn't just that she was tall, she was buff! She had large masculine shoulder muscles, toned arms, bulging biceps, and thighs so wide you could land a plane on them.
I stood frozen in my tracks just staring at her. She had her back turned towards me, with headphones on, blasting country music so loud I could hear it before I even walked in the door.
Her dirty blonde hair was braided military style, she was wearing a camouflaged tank top to go along with her camouflaged sweatpants and large black army boots that made an already 6 foot tall girl look even taller.
I was instantly intimidated. The size difference between us was beyond comical.
The contrast in our choice of clothing couldn't be more different either. I was wearing a short white top that left my belly button exposed to go along with a short black mini skirt that showed off my summer tanned legs.
I was nearly an entire foot shorter than her with absolutely no muscle mass to speak of. I am the dictionary definition of petite, and I was perfectly happy that way. I always thought it was weird when girls worked out and gained muscle mass, in my opinion it made them look unfeminine and freakish looking. But she was different, while she was big and strong and had clear defined muscles that made her look masculine, she still had a feminine aura about her, not to mention large breasts and a big plump ass that would leave no doubt that she was still, in fact, a woman.
"God I hope she's nice!" was the second thought that entered my head. Having a giantess for a roommate who was a total bitch would be a complete nightmare of a way to start my college life.
Fingers crossed! "Never judge a book by its cover." I thought to myself as I slowly walked further into the room. That is how I was raised at least, I was raised to never judge anyone by the way they looked.
But yet... I was still feeling intimidated just looking at her, I was even shaking a little bit. It was completely obvious that I was nervous. Damnit! Now I'm worried she will instantly know I am afraid of her, that is a horrible first impression to give off, I thought.
I was half way into the room when I thought about just turning around and leaving. Forget about all the progressive values I was raised on. I did NOT want to be roommates with someone who looked and dressed like this!
I was frozen. Stopped cold in my tracks, just thinking. Thinking if it would make me a bad person to just turn around and leave to immediately apply for a new roommate just based off of someone's physical appearance and how they dressed.
I was also staring. I couldn't look away. My eyes were completely fixated on this person, I can honestly say I have never seen a girl who looked quite the way she does. She was taller than all the men in my family I thought to myself.
I was standing there staring at her for what seemed like hours, studying her body, her mannerisms, her choice of clothing (who the hell dresses like that anyway? no one from where I come from at least), before it finally dawned on me, she was almost done hanging up her clothing in the closet. I need to make a decision and fast!
But I found myself unable to move, I was completely stuck in two different states of mind. One half wanted me to just run out the door and find a new roommate immediately even if it wasn't practical. The other half of me knew better, it knew to never judge anyone by how they looked or dressed, and doing so was simply bigotry. There was also a small part of me that was undeniably intrigued by her. The way she looked, how tall she was, her clothing, it was just different from anything I was use to from attending preppy private schools all my life.
TOO LATE NOW!
After what seemed like an eternity the giantess finally turned around and laid her eyes upon me for the first time.
Her face lit up when she saw me.
"Oh my goodness, look at you! Wow! Just look. at. you!" She excitedly said, as she looked me up and down for an uncomfortably long time.
Her voice matched her physique. It was deep, naturally loud and clear, while at the same time retaining some feminine qualities so you would never mistake it for being a man's voice.
She tossed her headphones to the ground and walked towards me in powerful, confident, giant strides, extending her hand and introducing herself. "The name is Courtney, but everyone just calls me Big C!"
Fuck! Even the way she walked and talked was intimidating! My best efforts to not look frightened or nervous were beyond pathetic. I looked like a deer in headlights, so visibly startled that you would have to be an alien to not notice it from my body language.
So flustered in the moment, I held out my hand to meet hers while completely forgetting to introduce myself. Awkward!
I couldn't even look her in the eyes! Instead my gaze was fixated on our hands. I could not believe how massive her hands were compared to mine. I seriously looked like a little girl shaking the hands of a powerful weight lifter when we shook. I've never been made to feel so tiny by another girl in my entire life.
"Awwhh, don't be shy! do you have a name, or should I just call you mini skirt?" She quirked with a sort of sadistic laugh.
I finally snapped out of my daze and regained just enough coherent ability to stutter out my name.
"Oh sorry my name is G-Gabriella! But everyone just c-calls me Gabby!" I say without having the courage to look her in the eyes at all.
