Warning: Most of the story's I write are dark, and contain themes of rape and nonconsentual pregnancy. They are not for everyone, so if you don't enjoy that, please read something else. This particular story is darker than most of my other work. Reader discretion is advised.
The next month was one of the best of Amber's life. After a few days she got her period and put that risky night behind her. Why wouldn't she? She was hanging out with Hannah every few days, and sometimes she would stay the night at the athletic blond's apartment. They were practically dating. The only problem was that every once in a while Hannah would get her drunk or high and then force her into a threesome with Brian. Amber grew to dread it. It was never something she'd look forward to, but if he would just use protection she might have tolerated it for the sake of Hannah.
He didn't though. He never told her no of course, but Hannah always maneuvered her in such a way that she couldn't resist. The second time it was on a safe day, the third time it was just before her period, but the fourth time Hannah tied Amber down and let her boyfriend use her she was at her most fertile. She was terrified for a week she was going to be knocked up. After that test came back negative she told the two of them that she wouldn't fool around with them anymore without protection, and just like that Hannah stopped calling her.
For a few days Amber floated along in denial, sure that there'd just been some sort of misunderstanding and that would all work out. After almost a week of her messages being left on read, and Hannah finding ways to avoid her after the classes they shared, that hope decayed into depression. Before the strange events of the last month Amber had been perfectly happy to be single, but now she felt the pain like a missing limb. She tried to tell herself that in a month or two it would be fine, that all break ups were like this. This wasn't even a break up though. She couldn't really say what it was, and that uncertainty ate at her.
It was almost two weeks later when that misery turned into anger. Amber was sitting in the library pretending to study while she focused on moping when she saw Hannah come in with another girl she knew only by reputation: Isabella. She was a slender latina girl that had dated a few of the same girl's Amber had in the last couple years at college, and though they'd never spoken, she had a general idea of what she was like. Quiet, pensive, and queer; one of her ex's told Amber that she could be pretty moody, but that the way she babled in spanish as she came made it worth putting up with. It didn't matter who Hannah was with though, only that she was with someone else already.
Amber tuned out all the other sounds in the library, and focused on the conversation the other girls were having three tables down. She didn't pick up every word, but after a few moments it was clear: Hannah was arranging a study date with the girl back at her place. With rising outrage Amber realized that Hannah was going to run the same game on Isabella that she already had on Amber. For a moment she almost got up and told her off in front of everyone. She realized that would make her seem like a crazy person though, so she clenched her fists until her knuckles were white, and tried to listen to the friendly conversation over her pounding heart.
It was only when Hannah left that Amber finally worked up the courage to get up and go talk to Isabella. "Hey," she started, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness, "I-I know you don't know me, but I need to tell you something."
"Oh?" When Amber was walking over to the table, Isabella had the same goofy smile that Amber had worn herself many times last month, but now the look switched to confusion. "And you are..." Isabella paused, searching for her name, "Amy? April?"
"Amber," she corrected tersely, "I heard you were going to hang out with Hannah and..."
"You were eavesdropping on us?" Isabella sneered, "creeper."
"Just let me say what I need to say and then you can sail off into the sunset with your dream girl, ok?" Amber waited a few seconds for further interruptions, and when none came she continued. "Hannah invites girls over to her place more often than you think. She says it's for studying or to help with tests, but that's not why."
Amber blushed slightly as she glanced up at Isabella, and the latina girl was looking at her like she had three heads. She quickly looked back down at the table so she could keep her words straight long enough to finish, even though all she wanted to do was run and hide. "She invites queer girls over, gets them drunk, and forces them into threeways with her and her boyfriend."
"That doesn't sound so bad," Isabella said, smiling, "What's the matter, you didn't have fun?"
"The threeways... he doesn't use protection," Amber managed to stammer before she blushed hard enough that she had to lower her head to let her hair hide her and her shame.
"That sounds crazy," Isabella snapped, "And you sound crazy for saying it."
"I know but..." Amber started.
"Maybe next time you should mind your own business," Isabella said, getting up from the table and walking away, "And you won't sound like a crazy stalker."
Amber buried her head in her arms and sat there until her cheeks cooled. She'd rarely felt so embarrassed, and she wasn't sure her pride would ever recover from the ordeal. For the rest of the day Amber couldn't help but imagine the three of them making fun of her for being such a loser during the mini orgy they would no doubt be having soon. The longer she thought about it, the more she doubted herself; maybe she was the problem. Maybe a different girl would love the experience in all the ways she didn't, instead of just tolerating it to keep Hannah happy.
Less than a week later, that bubble popped when Isabella cornered her after one of her classes and led her to a quiet place under an old ash tree to tell her story. It played out just like Amber had warned. The first time she had been pinned down during a lesbian makeout session, and once she was distracted and helpless it quickly became an unprotected threesome. She'd given the couple the benefit of the doubt and met with them again a few days later, but this time when they tried the same act, Isabella had screamed bloody murder until they stopped. She'd been out of sorts ever since. She didn't know if she was pregnant, but she knew she could never consider an abortion.
That was awful, but the bigger problem for both of them was the predatory behavior. How many other girls had they done this to? How many more would get used like this, and could anything be done to stop the pair from finding shy girls on campus, seducing them, making them feel special, and then using them so heartlessly? Isabella wanted to go to the police, but Amber talked her down. She said they needed more information first, but the real reason was that Amber didn't want her to be punished - she wanted revenge.
They spent a few days asking girls in their circles and other likely women in their classes: had they ever gone back to Hannah's for a study date that led to more. Amber found four girls, and Isabella found another three; after they found out they weren't alone a couple of the girls admitted to needing abortions after their time with the pair. Hannah and Brian were slowly but surely cutting a swath through the queer girls on campus that were pretty enough for Brian to fuck, but shy enough not to fight back too much when things suddenly got crazy. A few of the girls wanted to take this to the police, a couple said they would never do that under any circumstances, and the rest just wanted to forget it had ever happened. After a little argument and debate, Amber eventually convinced everyone that there was a third option.
The following Friday Amber sent Hannah a text message telling her that she was pregnant, that it was Brian's, and that she'd decided she was going to keep the baby. Hannah had ignored Amber's texts for weeks now, but she answered this one in minutes. Suddenly she was full of concern, and wanted to see her - to make sure she was okay. Amber played coy for a bit, telling her mind was made up and that she just wanted to be alone now before finally relenting and giving her an address she could meet her at. Hannah was there an hour later. She had no way of knowing that the door she was knocking on wasn't Amber's actual house though, or that it was just the stage for an elaborate revenge. Maybe if she'd actually cared enough about Amber to go back to her apartment or even learn about her she would have sensed the problem, but instead when Amber opened the door she was greeted with a hug and tears.
"I'm so sorry you're going through this," were Hannah's first words. "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you."
Amber nodded solemnly, playing her part as they walked to the living room. After the forced sympathy was played out, Hannah tried a few different tactics to get the vulnerable and scared young Amber to change her mind. First she tried to subtly imply she'd pay for the procedure, and when that didn't work she played up the fear. Fear that Amber was too young, and that this could ruin her life. Fear that she'd have to drop out of college and she'd become just another statistic. Finally, when none of these worked, she did what Amber had only speculated an evil manipulative cunt like her might do.
"I almost forgot," she said, pulling a sports drink out of her purse, "This is for you. You like this flavor, right?"
Amber had lain awake at night wondering what someone evil enough to arrange for the rape of a string of girls might do if she was cornered. First she'd try to charm, then she'd try to bully, and if none of those worked, she'd use trickery. As Amber looked at the tamper protection seal on the drink and saw it had been previously opened she knew that she'd been right; you forced someone who was pregnant to abort with poison. A disney villain would use a poison apple, but a wicked cunt like Hannah would use something innocuous that had been drugged to cause a miscarriage.
"You really are a piece of work, you know that Hannah?" Amber said resignedly, "How could I ever have liked you?"
"Amber, what are you saying?" She asked, looking nervously between the girl and the bottle, fearing discovery.
"Will you at least tell me why you did it?" Amber asked, "Was it your kink to seduce innocent young girls, or did your boyfriend have a breeding fantasy and you just didn't want to risk your future on a roll of those dice?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hannah snapped, standing, "But I can see coming here to try to talk some sense into you was a mistake."
"You ain't going nowhere, puta," Isabella said, stepping out from a side room to block the exit. All the color drained from Hannah's face in that instant, as she realized she'd been figured out. "Your sins just came home to roost."
