Girl For The Goths Pt 04

Hannah Thompson lay sprawled across her bed sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. The room was quiet aside from the faint sounds of campus life from outside the window. While Hannah slept naked, her body showed the marks of her nightlong ordeal with Leslie and her Goth clique, starting with her being used in the swimming pool locker room and ending with hours of torment at Sandra's house. She'd finally been dropped off, naked and in a daze, outside her dorm that morning. Black sharpie covered her bare skin all over. Forehead, tits, stomach,ass, arms legs, even the base of one foot had been marked with all sorts of degrading words and phrases. No part of her seemed to be left untouched. Each word was a brand, a reminder of what her tormentors thought of her. "Toy", "Use Me", "Slut", "Hole", "Fuck Me", and more.

Hannah had made it to her room and collapsed on her bed, feeling completely spent both physically and emotionally. Dreams, dark and twisted, flitted through her unconscious mind, echoes of the night spent at Sandra's house, where she had been pushed beyond her limits again and again.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she shifted, wincing in her sleep at the soreness that she felt in multiple places. After Leslie and Sharon had gone off to scheme, Sandra and Carla had wasted no time using Hannah as nothing but their personal sex doll. Her pussy and ass had remained sore and raw from the abuse, her nipples tender from being twisted and pinched mercilessly. She murmured softly into the quiet room as thoughts of the abuse flowed through her sleeping mind. She shifted and twisted in the sheets that were crumpled beneath her, lost to her dark thoughts.

The lock to the dormroom door clicked open and Hannah's roommate Lexie stepped into the dimly lit room. Her eyes fell on her disheveled, naked roomate and she paused in shock at the sight.

"Damn, Hannah," Lexie muttered under her breath as she dropped her backpack on the floor with a thud. She approached Hannah's bed quietly, staring down at her nude roommate as she slept. Although she'd been expecting something, based on an earlier conversation that morning with Leslie, the sight of Hannah naked and covered in all sorts of degrading words, was still a lot to process. Lexie had suspected Hannah had a wild side for a while, and knew she spent a good bit of time pleasuring herself. In fact, Lexie felt that at times she'd walked into the room just moments after Hannah had fucking herself.

"Fuck...what happened to you?" The question escaped Lexie's lips in a whisper, meant more for herself than for Hannah. The sight of Hannah's pussy swollen and raw, made her gasp softly. Whatever had happened, Hannah had clearly had a rough night. Leslie had given some details but nothing specific. Lexie let her eyes linger, roaming up and down Hannah's body, taking in every detail, reading every degrading word.

"Damn," Lexie exhaled slowly, her mind racing with thoughts she dared not voice aloud. Here was Hannah, transformed from an average, seemingly innocent freshman into a picture of submission and depravity. Lexie stood staring, debating her next move.

"Okay...wake up, we need to talk about this," Lexie finally said, her voice firm. She reached out, putting her hand on Hannah's bare shoulder and shaking her awake.

"Lex...is that you?" Hannah's voice was groggy, barely above a whisper as she began to stir.

"Yep," Lexie replied. "We need to talk."

"About what?" Hannah's eyes slowly opened, squinting up at her roommate.

"Well, about this." Lexie gestured vaguely towards Hannah's body, feeling heat stirring within her. She'd felt a dark thrill when Leslie had let her in on their scheme, to turn Hannah into the campus slut, a sex toy for anyone to use. It was depraved, sure, but the very idea sent a shiver of excitement through Lexie's body.

Hannah followed Lexie's hand, her eyes growing wide as she realized the full extent of her state. "Oh my God, Lex, I..."

"No, no, it's okay," Lexie interrupted, not wanting Hannah to spiral into despair. Not yet. "I know everything."

"W.wait..you do?" Hannah's voice trembled, and she attempted to cover herself with her sheet.

"Yep, Leslie told me." Lexie's words were calm, but her heart raced with anticipation. "She filled me in on the... arrangement."

"Arrangement?" Confusion clouded Hannah's features.

"Let's just say, they have a plan for you and have invited me along for the ride." Lexie couldn't help the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. This was it, the moment she'd fantasized about since the day they'd first shared this space. Lexie had always wanted Hannah, finding her incredibly hot from the day they'd moved in together. The dirty blonde hair, firm swimmer's build, tight ass and 32C tits. Lexie had had many masturbation sessions thinking about what it would be like to fuck Hannah. But she'd resigned herself to the fact that it wasn't something likely to ever happen. For one thing, Lexie had a boyfriend. And also, Hannah had never once shown any indication of being bisexual. So Lexie had put aside her desire, leaving it to her fantasies. But now...she finally saw a chance to get what she wanted.

"Lexie, I..."

"Shhh." Lexie placed a finger on Hannah's lips, silencing her. "You don't need to say anything. Just listen."

Hannah nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Lexie felt a twinge of something...pity? No, it was too entangled with her own desire to be defined so simply.

"Look at you," Lexie whispered, leaning closer. "So exposed, so slutty. You look like someone's wet dream. It's... it's hot as fuck."

"Lexie, please," Hannah whimpered, the reality of her situation crashing down on her again.

"Hey, look at me," Lexie said, her voice gentle yet commanding. Hannah's eyes met hers, searching for some kind of reassurance. "It's ok. We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I."

"Fun? What do you mean?" Hannah looked at her, confused.

"Whatever they want, whatever I want," Lexie continued, her voice laced with an authority she had never used with Hannah before. "That's how it's going to be."

"Lex...no...please," Hannah said. "I can't do this. It's going too far."

"Are you sure? Because I think secretly you've wanted this. I think part of you is excited for this, right?" Lexie's tone was coaxing, probing. She guessed the answer even before Hannah's reluctant nod.

"Mm...good girl," Lexie breathed, watching as Hannah lay back down, resigned to her fate. "Now rest up some more. I think you need it. I'll be back in a little bit and we can have some fun."

As Lexie turned away, a twisted sense of power coursed through her. This was beyond her wildest dreams , the chance to explore the hidden depths of Hannah's submission and her own darkest cravings.

An hour later, Lexie returned to the room, stepping in the doorway and stopping near Hannah's bed. She watched Hannah's chest rise and fall slightly as she slept. A slight pang of guilt tightened hit her as she took in the sight, Hannah vulnerable and unaware, her body a canvas of degrading words scrawled in Sharpie.

"God, what am I doing?" Lexie muttered under her breath, biting her lip. Her mind flashed back to the conversation with Leslie, their voices dripping with dark promises about Hannah's new role on campus. A role that Leslie promised was going to happen with or without Lexie's participation.

She shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the uneasiness that gnawed at her conscience. Despite her misgivings, Lexie couldn't deny the heat that stirred within her at the thought of her sweet, unsuspecting roommate transformed into nothing more than a sex object.

"Well," she whispered, her voice tinged with a growing excitement she couldn't quite suppress. "It's going to happen anyway, right? Why shouldn't I get some benefit out of this."

It was wrong, so wrong to want this, but Lexie couldn't help the way her body responded to the sight before her. Hannah's body screamed sex. Not just the writing that covered her, but her whole form. Lexie wanted her. Had wanted her all semester. And now she could have her.

"Biggest slut on campus, huh? Campus fuckdoll?" The words, spoken earlier by Leslie, slipped from Lexie's lips, half-mocking, half-admiring. "Yeah, you're going for a rough ride and I can't wait to see every step."

A small moan escaped Hannah's lips, a subconscious reaction to Lexie's proximity or perhaps the echoes of her recent degradation. Lexie's breath hitched, and she knew she had reached a decision. There was no turning back now, not when the opportunity to fulfill her own hidden desires lay so temptingly within reach.

"Eh, fuck it," Lexie decided, her resolve hardening. "I can't pass this up." She reached out, her fingers hovering just above Hannah's skin, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body. "Forgive me, Hannah," she breathed, giving in to the temptation that had been presented to her, "but you and I? We're going to explore some very dark places together."

Lexie's heart pounded with excitement as she again explored Hannah's nude body with her eyes. All those times catching peeks of her changing or coming back from the showers. Little glimpses here and there. And now she had all the time she wanted to just look, devouring every inch of exposed skin.

"God, you're sexy," she whispered to herself, feeling a thrill of power surge through her. There was no denying the excitement bubbling within her at the thought of finally claiming Hannah in as many ways as she could imagine.

Taking a steadying breath, Lexie reached out and gave Hannah's bare ass a few hard smacks.

"Up and at 'em, Hannah!" Lexie commanded, her voice firm and tinged with an excitement she couldn't conceal.

Hannah jolted awake, her eyes wide and dazed as she looked around. "Wha— Lexie?" she murmured, confusion clouding her features.

"Mmmhmm," Lexie replied, smiling. "Time to wake up. We have things to do, you and I." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she waited for Hannah to wake fully.

"So, Leslie had quite the story to tell," Lexie began. She paced slowly by the bed, every step deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. "I could hardly believe it at first. I thought there was no way. But hearing it from them and now seeing you here like this, well I guess it's all true and it's my lucky day. It seems I've been granted full privileges with you, my sweet roommate."

Hannah blinked, processing the words that felt like weights crashing down on her. A cold dread settled in her stomach. "Lex, I...what? F..full privileges? What do you mean...what are you..."

"Shh." Lexie cut her off with a sharp gesture, her finger pressed against her own lips.

"You... You can't be serious," Hannah stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lexie leaned in close, her breath hot against Hannah's ear. "Oh, but I am. I'm completely serious. And you, sweet Hannah, are going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Her hand traced a line down Hannah's arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The room felt impossibly small all of a sudden, walls closing in as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her. This was to be Hannah's safe haven, the one place where she could retreat from the world. And now, with Lexie a part of this, it was looking like just another stage for her humiliation. She looked into Lexie's eyes, searching for a hint of the friend she thought she knew, but all she found was desire and determination.

"Lex, please..." Hannah's plea hung in the air, frail and defeated.

"Please, what?" Lexie taunted, her eyebrow arching in mock curiosity. "Please use you? Take you? Fuck you? Please make you feel things you've never felt before? Or please show you exactly where you belong?"

Hannah's throat tightened, words failing her as tears welled up in her eyes. She'd been through so much in just the last day but this new twist sent her reeling, spiraling further into an abyss she no longer had the strength to resist. She felt naked in more ways than one, her soul laid bare for Lexie to toy with as she pleased.

"Good little slut," Lexie murmured, a smile playing on her lips as she stood back, observing the wreck of a woman before her. "You need to just accept it. I'm not your enemy here. Now let's see what we can do with you."

Lexie's movements were deliberate as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, peeling the fabric down with a slow, tantalizing motion as she moved away from Hannah's bed towards her own. Hannah watched, almost spellbound, as Lexie slid her pants to her feet and stepped out of them, then sat down on the edge of her bed, legs spread wide.

"Come here," Lexie beckoned, voice steady and laden with an edge that brooked no argument.

From her own bed Hannah looked first at her roommates expectant face and then down between her spread legs. Her pussy, topped by the smallest of landing strips, was visibly wet and glistening and Hannah swallowed hard knowing what was expected of her next. It had only been last night that she'd defiantly told Leslie that she wasn't a cunt licker. Yet she'd been made to lick pussy several times already and was about to find herself licking her roommate's.

Hannah hesitated briefly before feeling her resolve crumble as she once more gave in to submission. She slid from her bed to her knees and slowly made her way across the room. She reached Lexie's bed and moved up between her legs, the scent of her roommate's arousal a heady perfume that made her head swim.

"Get to work...slut" Lexie said, her tone was soft but laced with an expectation that sent a shiver down Hannah's spine.

Nervously, Hannah extended her trembling tongue. The first touch against Lexie's pussy sent a jolt to her senses. She began to move, closing her eyes as she gave in to the moment. As she started to hungrily lick her roommate she felt Lexie's legs slide over her shoulders and pull her in tighter.

"Mm...that's it, don't stop," Lexie commanded after a tremble of pleasure coursed through her body. Her voice was breathless but insistent, and Hannah redoubled her efforts, the taste of Lexie's arousal flooding over her tongue.

"Ohhh god, yes, just like that." Lexie's hands found their way into Hannah's hair, guiding her with an assertive pressure. The bed beneath them seemed to keep time with each pulse of pleasure that Hannah elicited from her roommate.

The air in the room grew thick with the scent of Lexie's arousal, punctuated by Lexie's moans which grew louder and louder as Hannah continued to lick at her pussy. Lexie's hands stayed wrapped in Hannah's hair, holding her head tight between her legs as she bucked her hips against her roommate's face. Finally, Hannah could feel Lexie stiffen, her moans louder, before her orgasm hit her hard. Crying out in pleasure, she held Hannah's mouth tight to her pussy, forcing her roommate to keep licking as she dropped down from one intense orgasm and quickly rose up to a second.

After what felt like an eternity to Hannah, Lexie finally pulled away, panting heavily. "Enough," she whispered raggedly, "your turn."

With an unexpected gentleness, Lexie pulled Hannah onto the bed and had her lay back. As Lexie's head descended between Hannah's thighs, she looked up, smiling deviously at her roommate.

"Relax," Lexie murmured before her tongue made contact, sending sparks of sensation radiating across Hannah's skin. Lexie's tongue attacked her pussy with expert skill. Each lick, nibble, and kiss sending shockwaves of pleasure, each caress drawing out moans she couldn't control. Hannah's arousal built steadily within her, finally crashing over her in intense waves until she was left breathless and quivering.

As the room settled into silence, Lexie slid off the bed and stood up, picking up her pants from the floor, and beginning to dress. "Mm that was so fucking amazing. I've wanted to taste you all semester and it was well worth the wait." Grabbing her backpack from the floor, Lexie stepped towards the door. "So...I really hate to fuck and run," she laughed. "But I do need to get to my afternoon classes. Stupid profs actually take attendance. We'll have plenty of time for more later, though. This is just the start!"

Hannah, still dazed from the intensity of her orgasm and the sudden change in relationship dynamic with her roommate, moved to cover herself, heading towards her dresser on trembling legs and reaching for some clothes.

"Nope," Lexie interjected sharply. "Stay naked. That's how you'll be in our room from now on. I'm sure we'll come up with some more rules as we go but that'll do for now. I want you naked in here at all times."

Hannah paused, her t-shirt slipping through her fingers as she registered Lexie's words. The command cemented her new reality, one where her once private sanctuary had been stripped away under Lexie's newfound dominance.

"Seriously, look at you," Lexie cooed with a sly grin, her eyes scanning over Hannah's body. She took a deliberate step closer, her gaze lingering on the sharpie scrawls that covered Hannah's body. "You're the perfect picture of a slut, aren't you? All that writing, hard little nipples, hair a complete wreck... and your face..." She reached out, her thumb caressing Hannah's cheek, smearing the glistening residue that clung there. "Dripping with my pussy juice."

Hannah's breath hitched in her throat, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade as Lexie's words sank in. She felt excited, sensual, slutty, and confused. Speechless, she could only look back at Leslie.

"Look at yourself," Lexie commanded, motioning toward the full-length mirror on the closet door. With a mixture of reluctance and obedience, Hannah's gaze followed Lexie's gesture, landing on her own reflection. The sight of herself made her stomach knot, but a strange heat uncoiled within her too.

"Lex, I..." Hannah started, her voice faltering.

"Shh," Lexie interrupted. "No need for words, sweetheart. This is just the beginning for us."

With that, Lexie stepped back, her laughter light and airy as she moved toward the door. "This is going to be amazing, Hannah. You'll see. Now be good and I'll see you soon."

And as the door clicked shut behind Lexie, leaving Hannah alone with her reflection, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life had once again changed irrevocably.

Hannah stood motionless, Lexie's words still hanging in the air and the taste of her still on her lips. She was acutely aware of her nakedness, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh. She looked towards her dresser, thinking she should just grab something and get dressed, but couldn't quite bring herself to move in that direction.

"Damn it," she whispered, her voice a shaky mix of disbelief and vulnerability. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover what she could, but there was no hiding from the truth etched onto her skin in bold, vulgar words.

She moved stiffly to the mirror, her legs wobbly as though they might give way beneath her. The reflection staring back at her didn't feel like her. This was a girl marked and exposed, just a slut who had been used in the past day by five different women, one of them her own roommate. The black ink seemed to scream the words 'property' and 'use me,' each one a brand that seared into her mind.

"Is this really me?" Hannah murmured, tracing a finger over the word 'toy' inscribed above her left breast. "Is this really what my life is now?" The touch sent a shiver through her body. It seemed like another lifetime when she'd been playing around online. She'd been so naive. Talking about kink, about submission as if she really knew. Following orders from some guy miles away while she sat safely in her own dorm room. It had been fun, sure. But looking back at it now, it had all been pretty safe and tame compared to what she'd experienced in the past day.