Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the comments and suggestions. I'm having a lot of fun writing this series and have lots more thought out but I'm also sort of letting it go wherever feels right. I have a couple chapters I'm currently working on and a bunch more in mind already. No end planned at the moment...I'm just enjoying where the story takes me.
Hannah blinked the sleep from her eyes and rolled in bed. She stretched slowly and with a deep sigh, reached for her phone on the desk. She stared in surprise at the lack of notifications showing on the screen, no messages from Lexie, nothing at all from the group chat with Leslie and the others.
"Nothing," she murmured to herself, her stomach knotting slightly. The uncertainty was almost worse than knowing what debasements the day might bring. She let the phone slip from her fingers and onto the bed, laying back once more and just enjoying the silence. Hannah ran a hand lightly over her bare skin, idly brushing over one hardening nipple and circling around it. Being naked at all times in her room had seemed like it would be weird at first. But Hannah had to admit, it felt almost freeing. Her wandering hand trailed slowly down her stomach, bushing lightly across her skin. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of her fingers as she traced slowly along her hips and then farther down.
"Ahhh," she exhaled softly, her breath hitching as her fingers found the growing wetness of her pussy. Memories of her recent activities ran through her mind, a mix of submission, degradation, and pleasure. Bent over Professor Morris' desk, him behind her taking her hard. The bathroom with Pete, awkward and almost transactional. She slid her fingers in deeper and started to work them in and out, her movements becoming more purposeful, more insistent.
"Mmfuck yes..." she moaned, her free hand clutching at the sheets. Her mind swirled with thoughts of being taken, used, degraded over and over. Losing her freedom scared her but she couldn't deny the intensity of the pleasure it had also brought. The thrill of being used like an object ignited a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. One hand working her pussy faster and faster, her other slid up her body seeking out her nipples to tug and pinch them.
Hannah's breathing grew ragged as she edged closer, her muscles tensing. She imagined hands that weren't hers guiding her, touching her, pushing her to the edge. A low groan escaped her lips as she finally came, the release crashing over her and leaving her gasping and convulsing with pleasure.
The aftermath left her trembling, her heart pounding as she slowly brought her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean. For another few moments, she lay there, spent, enjoying the lingering pleasure from her orgasm.
"Another day," she sighed, rolling over and sitting up. "Guess I better get moving..."
She paused, looking at her phone, the weight of her dual life settling upon her. It had only been a few days but she felt like she was being crushed under the pressure or torn between the two paths of her life. College student...or total slut. Hannah rose from the bed and slowly, reluctantly started about her day. Gathering her bathroom essentials, she padded out the open door and up the hallway towel draped over her arm rather than around her naked form.
The shower's stream cascaded over Hannah, washing away the remnants of sleep and her morning playtime. She stood beneath the warm water, letting it flow down over her body as she tried to calm her thoughts. As she stood lost in thought, she felt a mix of vulnerability and shame as she considered everything that had happened to bring her to this point.
"Morning," a voice called out, muffled slightly by the sound of running water.
Hannah peeked around the curtain to see Lia and Kate, their expressions curious yet hesitant. They were girls she knew from the floor but with whom she didn't talk much aside from in passing.
"Hey," she responded, trying to sound more cheerful than she felt. "Good morning."
Done with her shower, Hannah toweled off as her thoughts drifted to Lexie and to Leslie's clique. Hard as it was to admit, the silence of her phone was frustrating. She knew it was a dangerous longing, one that was driving her to the ruin of whatever college life she'd pictured for herself. But she couldn't stop that eager, submissive side of herself from craving the abuse. Back in her room, Hannah checked her phone again, still finding no new messages. She tossed it onto her bed and went to get dressed.
"Still nothing," she sighed as she looked through her dresser. "Maybe they got bored and decided to move on."
She dressed slowly, a pair of jeans and a tight-fitted t-shirt with a hoodie over it. Looking in the mirror, she tried to see herself as others would, just a wholesome college freshman, not the girl who was quickly becoming the biggest slut on campus.
Hannah made her way through the crowds of students at the student union building, listening to the sounds of morning chatter and feeling drawn to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. After waiting in line, she grabbed her coffee and chose a blueberry muffin from the display. Walking back out into the common area, she looked around at the other students nervously, half-expecting whispers and pointed fingers.
"Everything's normal," she murmured to herself, setting her things down on a table by the window. No one seemed to pay her any heed, no sidelong glances or hushed conversations that could be about her. She was just any other boring college student getting ready for a day of boring lectures. With each sip of her coffee, Hannah dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, today would pass without incident.
"Hey, Hannah!" a voice called out. She turned, her heart skipping a beat, but it was only Jake from her calculus class waving hello before he disappeared into the crowd.
"Hey," she replied, but he was already gone. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Normalcy felt like a balm to her frayed nerves.
Hannah finished the last of her muffin, gathered her things and made her way out and across campus toward the journalism department and Professor Jamison's class. She looked forward to a normal lecture, sitting taking notes and letting herself sink into something other than her constant swirling thoughts.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, shattering the illusion of a peaceful day. Hannah glanced at the screen, her pulse accelerating as she read the message from Sharon in the group chat she shared with the Goth girls.
"Meet me in the women's bathroom across the hall before class," the text read simply.
"Shit," Hannah whispered, her feet carrying her forward even as her mind screamed for her to run the other way. Arriving at the classroom building, she reached the designated bathroom and paused outside, her hand hesitating on the handle. Taking a deep steadying breath she pushed the door open.
"Sharon?" Hannah's voice echoed off the tiles as she stepped inside. The room was mercifully empty except for the fiery-haired figure leaning against the far wall.
"Right on time, slut," Sharon said, her lips curling into a smirk. "Thought you could use a little excitement to spice up your day." The playful malice in Sharon's tone sent goosebumps rising along Hannah's arms.
"Let's get this over with," Hannah muttered, steeling herself for whatever Sharon had planned.
"Always so eager," Sharon teased, stepping closer, her eyes alight with an unsettling glee. "Good girl."
"Whatever," Hannah snapped back, though her defiance was belied by the quickening of her breath.
