Hi Everyone! I appreciate all the feedback I've gotten so far, both good and bad. I do have a plan for where I want this story to go and have a few more chapters I'm already working on. This one is a little bit of a shorter chapter but I saw it as a little bit of a break after the intensity of the last chapter. If you've been enjoying this series, thank you for following along!! There is a lot more coming for Hannah. If this hasn't been for you, I can understand that and appreciate you taking the time to read my work.
The next morning, Hannah tossed around in bed, trying to get herself back to sleep but struggling as her mind kept running through the events of the previous day. Sobbing softly to herself, she turned, burying her face in her pillow in an attempt to shut out the world. As much as she wanted though, the memories wouldn't fade.
Her phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand but Hannah kept her eyes shut, deciding to ignore it. At some point she'd have to face things, but not now, not yet. Hearing another text notification, Hannah could only assume they were coming from Leslie and the others in her group. She pictured Leslie's piercing gaze in her mind, lips curled in an evil smirk, sending out each text as another command, another step in Hannah's ruin. The thought sent a chill down her spine.
"Lexie...Lex...are you here?" she called out weakly, though she already knew the answer. More than likely Lexie was off at class, or possibly spending time with her boyfriend. There was no comfort to be found from her right then. And, Hannah thought, for all she knew Lexie would find the story of her bathroom abuse hot. It's not like she wasn't playing her own part in Hannah's steady destruction.
Alone, she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "What am I doing?" she wondered silently. The question hung in the air, unanswered. Hannah's whole body ached from the events of the previous day, one of the longest of her life. As sore as her body was though, her mind and soul seemed to ache just as badly.
She tried to imagine standing up to Leslie, telling her no, reclaiming her freedom. But even in her fantasy, Leslie's laugh echoed, cold and mocking. Hannah knew Leslie and her group wouldn't just let her go. Their dislike of her was too strong and they seemed determined to wreck her life.
"Damn it," she cursed under her breath, throwing the covers off her body with a sudden movement. She eased her sore body off her bed and slowly paced around the room in frustration. The buzzing of her phone resumed, several more notifications coming through. Hannah ignored it, feeling defiant although she knew deep down that wouldn't last long.
"Maybe I'm just tired of being their toy," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But did she truly believe that? She'd endured so much the past few days, public and private humiliation. She hated what Leslie and the rest of her clique were doing. Hated their smirks, their taunts, and feeling like a puppet in their twisted game. But there was a part of her that craved the debasement, the loss of control. That part of her scared her, because despite everything she felt herself drawn to it. Blowing a stray hair out of her eye in frustration, Hannah grabbed her shower supplies and headed, naked, up the hall.
The scalding water cascaded over Hannah's bare shoulders, steam enveloping the shower stall. She stood still, eyes closed, after having scrubbed herself all over trying to wash away the lingering feeling of violation from the day before. She couldn't help replaying the events of the previous day in her mind, thinking about the multiple unnamed guys who had used her. Blinking away a tear of shame and frustration, Hannah slid a trembling hand between her legs. Unable to resist the pull of her arousal as well as reminding herself of one of Lexie's new rules, Hannah slowly started to rub her aching pussy.
Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, seeking out her clit, sliding up between her lips and sinking slowly into her. Moaning softly under the steady stream of water, she let herself go, gradually working herself up more and more. With a shuddering breath, Hannah leaned against the tiled wall, fingers moving faster and falling into a well-practiced rhythm. Fucking herself faster, fingers sliding in and out, Hannah brought herself to the edge of orgasm, pausing for just a minute before giving in, letting herself cum hard. She continued to slide her fingers in and out as she rode the wave of her orgasm, finally stopping when she felt her body slowly coming back down.
Hannah made her way back down the hall after her shower, hanging up her towel once inside her room and reluctantly heading over to grab her phone. Hannah's heart sank as she scrolled through the messages. There were a few from Lexie, letting her know she probably wouldn't be back much that day, wondering where Hannah was and if she was up to anything fun for Leslie. There were also a lot of messages from unknown numbers, various other students that had somehow gotten her number. Some were clearly from horny guys looking to fuck. They let her know things they'd heard about her and were probably hoping for their own chance. Some seemed to be from people who'd used her, calling her cocksleeve, praising her oral skills or the feel of her pussy. Others spewed hate and debasement, calling her slut, cunt, bitch, skank, and worse.
Hannah's eyes finally made their way to the group text she shared with Leslie, Sharon, Sandra, and Carla. What had started out as a morning check in after the previous day had built, text after text, into threats of how much they'd make Hannah regret her decision if she thought she was going to ghost them. They'd shared more pictures of Hannah from her various endeavors and talked about what websites they'd be best shared on. Finally, around lunchtime, there were two more texts from Leslie.
"7pm. Don't be late."
The address that followed was unfamiliar, on a street not far from campus. Hannah felt dread settling on her as she sat down heavily on the edge of her bed and stared at the text chain.
"What now?" she whispered to herself. "What more could they possibly do?"
Hannah sat on the edge of her bed, debating her next move. There didn't seem to be much to debate though. She felt trapped and when it came time, she knew she'd show up when and where Leslie demanded. Besides, she thought, it couldn't get much worse after the previous day. She glanced at her phone, the clock showing only 12:23pm. At least she had some time to prepare herself mentally for whatever was coming, even if it was an unknown.
"Thinking hard or hardly thinking?" The voice sliced through Hannah's reverie like a blade, making her jump in surprise. She looked up to see Allison, one of the girls whose room was a few doors up the hall, leaning against the doorway smiling at her.
"Oh...hey Allison," Hannah stammered. "What's up?"
Allison stepped farther into the room, her eyes glinting with mischief as she looked blatantly at Hannah's nude form. "I hear you're quite the slut these days."
Hannah felt herself flushing, unable to think of any sort of worthwhile reply. She looked once more up at Allison and then hung her head.
"Haha...that's what I thought," Allison said. "I heard some rumors about you around campus. Then I talked to Lexie and she let me know all about that submissive side of yours. Since you're on your way to being the entire school's plaything, I figured I'd take my turn. Crawl to my room."
"Wh-what?" Hannah balked, her heart thudding as she looked up at Allison.
"You heard me," Allison replied. "Don't make me say it again. I might have to let Lexie know you're not being a good girl."
Hannah's mouth went dry as she weighed her options. She could refuse and face the consequences, but the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of submission was undeniable. With a shaky breath, she slid off the bed and onto all fours.
"Excellent choice," Allison said, stepping backwards into the hallway. "Lead the way."
Crawling on hands and knees, Hannah made her way slowly up the hall. She passed a few other rooms, their doors open and knew she was seen.
"Keep moving, slut," Allison said impatiently. Stepping closer behind Hannah she lifted one foot and planted it on Hannah's bare ass, pushing her forward. "Almost there."
