Hannah sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the pictures on her phone. She could hardly believe it was her. The girl in those pictures looked like someone out of one of the porn clips on the kink websites Hannah had frequented. Five o'clock, Leslie had instructed. At the library. "What could that bitch possibly have planned for me next," Hannah thought. She glanced slowly around the room, licking her lips and tasting her roommate, Lexie's, pussy still on her. Hannah smiled at the memory. She'd never thought of her roommate in any way other than as a friend, but had to admit she was gorgeous and having to spend time licking her was definitely not the worst thing she could be made to do.
"Stay naked," Lexie's voice echoed in her mind, teasing and authoritative all at once, "that's how you'll be in our room from now on."
The memory of Lexie standing in the doorway, backpack slung over one shoulder, her eyes fixed on Hannah with an undisguised hunger, sent a conflicting surge of humiliation and arousal through Hannah's body. She wrapped her arms around herself as she sat on her bed, her mind racing with a million different thoughts about the last day. First the locker room, then Sandra's house, and then to wake up to having her roommate also claim control over her. It was a lot to take in all at once.
Hannah rose, her movements deliberate and slow, and paced around the room. Although being naked in the room was nothing new to her, with her new rule from Lexie in place she felt more aware of her nudity than before. She looked over at her desk, her laptop sitting there asleep. Just yesterday she'd been on there eagerly searching out all sorts of degrading porn and hoping to get to chat with her online Master. A kinky, but safe, release for her desires. Now here she was, naked, having been used repeatedly, waiting for 5 o'clock so she could, most likely, be used yet again.
"Is this what you want?" Hannah whispered to the empty room, her voice barely audible. It wasn't a question directed at Lexie or Leslie and her clique though. Hannah was directing it towards herself. She'd always fantasized about degradation, about being taken and used. Her beach adventure flashed through her mind. Drunk, bound to a bed, and used for a couple days. It had be hot and she'd certainly thought about it many times since. She'd fantasized about having it happen again or go farther even. But did she really want this to be her life? Did she want her secret kinks and fantasies to become her reality?
With each passing moment, the silence of the dorm room became more oppressive, a stark contrast to the chaos of emotions inside her. She wanted to cover up, just ignore Lexie's rule, say fuck it, and go back to her regular routines. But the submissive part of her mind that was growing louder wouldn't allow it. Lexie's rule was clear, and Hannah knew better than to disobey.
"Always naked," she murmured, repeating Lexie's decree like a mantra, allowing it to sink into her flesh, into her bones. "Maybe I'll at least have less laundry to do."
Hannah glanced over at the clock. Time crawled forward steadily and she found herself again dreading whatever was to come from her meeting at the library. It was the library though. Surely there wasn't a lot that they could do to her there with everybody around.
Walking back over to the mirror as she paced, Hannah paused and ran her hands up and down her body, staring at the black lettering again and taking a deep breath. "I can get through this," she told her reflection, trying to sound more convincing than she felt. Hannah's voice trailed off, her thoughts drifting to what awaited her, to whatever Leslie and her group of evil bitches had planned.
Finally, Hannah decided she'd better get herself ready. Whatever was coming, she'd have to find a way to face it. The first step was to get a shower and try to feel somewhat normal. No amount of scrubbing was going to clean her from the dirty, degraded feeling she had but she could at least clean the dried pussy juice off her body and hopefully wash off some of the sharpie writing as well. Grabbing a towel and her shower caddy, she stepped to the door and looked up and down the hall.
"Fuck," Hannah whispered to herself, thinking about how she must look. Body covered in all sorts of degrading, dirty scrawls, hair a touseled mess from sleep and from Lexie's hands holding her head, body covered in various marks and small bruises from her night of abuse at the hands of Sandra and Carla. There wasn't much she could do about it though other than hope nobody would take notice. She wrapped her towel tightly around herself and hurried up the hall towards the bathroom.
"Nobody will see," she muttered, trying to convince herself as much as anyone. Her bare feet padded softly on the cool hall tiles. Reaching the relative safety of the bathrooms, Hannah hurried inside. The dorms had two single-person stalls and one large communal shower with multiple shower heads. Due to the privacy, the single person ones always got taken first. Typically, Hannah wasn't too concerned if she had to resort to the communal shower. Being nude and showering with another girl there wasn't ideal, but she didn't feel overly self-conscious about it. Today though, her circumstances were much different than normal and Hannah was thankful to see one of the single stalls free. Letting out a sigh of relief at nobody seeing her, Hannah turned on the shower and let the water heat up.
The warmth of the shower was a small comfort, and she wasted no time turning the water up until it was almost scalding. Hannah began to scrub at the ink on her skin, wincing as her loofah dragged over tender flesh. The words faded, but barely, and eventually Hannah had to accept the fact that she'd just have to wait until the ink faded on it's own.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of scrubbing, she stood under the stream of water, simply letting it flow down over her body. Her skin was raw, reddened from her attempts to scrub herself clean, but she felt a little better, a little more herself.
She wrapped herself in the towel once again and finished her bathroom routine. Grabbing her plastic caddy, she headed back to her room to get dressed. Whatever Leslie had planned, Hannah was determined to face it and do her best to get through it.
Back in her room, Hannah paced back and forth nervously, still naked as per Lexie's instructions. She wasn't sure at what point she was allowed to dress prior to leaving but figured Lexie's intent was for it to be just before leaving the room. Each passing minute was a countdown to an unknown fate at the hands of Leslie and her group. She had tried to distract herself with textbooks and mindlessly scrolling through her phone, but her thoughts kept returning to the impending 5 o'clock meeting.
"Ok, get it together, Hannah," she muttered under her breath. "You can't do anything about this right now so best to just stop freaking out and go with it." As nervous and scared as she was, she also couldn't deny the heat that flushed through her at the mere thought of surrendering control again.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was time to leave. With a deep breath, she slowly dressed, slipped into her sneakers, grabbed her phone, and then reluctantly headed for the door. Lexie's rule echoed in her ears, always naked when in their room. It had only been a few hours, but the hoodie, tshirt, and yoga pants she was currently wearing suddenly felt wrong.
Stepping out into the hall, she kept her head down and made her way down to the lobby and out of the building. The campus was bustling with students moving to and fro, heading to dinner, class, or wherever else their schedule demanded. A few girls Hannah knew shouted hellos as they passed, unaware of the turmoil that gripped her. Making her way quickly across campus, Hannah looked ahead to where the library loomed. Never before had a building so innocent, unassuming, and almost boring held so much foreboding.
"Here we go," she whispered, steeling herself as she made it to the front doors and headed into the cool, hushed atmosphere of the stacks. Her phone buzzed, and she fumbled to read the message from Leslie:
