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.
