Girl For The Goths Pt 08

Hannah awoke to the sensation of pressure and gentle motion. Her body tensed instinctively as her mind registered the intrusion, a dildo plunged deep in her ass, moving slowly and methodically in and out of her. On her pussy, fingers danced teasingly, sliding over her clit and along her wet lips, driving her arousal further and further.

"Unnh...Lexie?" she murmured groggily, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her cheek.

"Shh," came the hushed reply, a note of playfulness barely concealed beneath the command.

She felt Lexie's hand press against the small of her back, signaling her not to move. Hannah's muscles obeyed, relaxing despite wanting to turn to look back at her roommate. The push kept her pinned down, her face pressed into the soft bedding, inhaling the mixed scent of lavender and sweat.

"Stay just like that," Lexie cooed from behind her, voice laced with an authority that made Hannah's heart race.

A shiver rolled through Hannah's body, a silent testament to how these secret mornings with Lexie had become her sweetest vice. The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and Hannah's own shallow breaths, which grew heavier as Lexie's fingers persisted in their intimate exploration.

"Sorry sweetie, I just can't get enough of watching that cute little butthole of yours stretch to take a toy. I know you love it too, don't you my little anal slut?" Lexie's voice was a sultry whisper, her breath hot against Hannah's skin.

Hannah's response was nothing but a series of soft whimpers, each one spilling out as Lexie worked the dildo with expert precision. The fingers at her pussy were relentless, stroking and circling with a rhythm that had Hannah's hips bucking for more despite being held firmly in place.

"Ah, Lex," she moaned, her words dissolving into breathy gasps. Lexie's touch was fire on her flesh, igniting a burn that spread from her core to every nerve ending. Her body was a symphony of sensation, each note played by Lexie's insistent hands.

"Look at you," Lexie murmured, an edge of delight in her tone. "So eager, so responsive. You're doing so well for me, Hannah."

Hannah could feel the pressure building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. Lexie's fingers were unyielding, teasing her closer to the brink with each pass. She tried to hold back, but Lexie knew her body too well, knew exactly how to draw out the exquisite tension until...

"Lexie!" Hannah cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, leaving her shaking and spent. Lexie's fingers continued their dance, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure until Hannah lay limp, a satisfied heap under the weight of her lover's hand.

Lexie gave Hannah's bottom a playful pat, a silent praise for being such a good little sex toy. She couldn't help but smile at the thought, basking in the afterglow of their morning play session as she listened to Lexie rummaging through her dresser.

"Come on babe, we have to get up and get ready for class," Lexie said, her tone tinged with regret.

Hannah groaned at the reminder, not wanting to leave the safe haven of their bed just yet. But she knew they couldn't stay there forever, as much as she wanted to.

With reluctance, Hannah pushed herself up and turned to face Lexie. Her roommate was already dressed in a pair of black leggings and a cropped t-shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places.

"You look hot," Hannah teased with a wink.

Lexie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the hint of pink that dusted her cheeks. "Shut up," she muttered with an embarrassed laugh.

As they both got dressed for their classes, Hannah couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. This was a BDSM relationship she could get used to. That thought immediately made her think of Leslie and her clique and Hannah felt her stomach flip nervously. She hadn't heard anything from them yet today but it was still early.

Just as the two were about to leave their room, Lexie stopped Hannah with a hand on her shoulder. "Wait," she said, reaching into her drawer and pulling out a small butt plug. "I almost forgot." Hannah's eyes widened in surprise as Lexie held up the toy between them, a small gleaming silver plug with a pink plastic gem on the top. "Leave this in all day," she instructed with a mischievous grin.

Hannah bit her lip nervously but nodded in agreement, feeling heat pool between her legs at the thought of wearing the plug all day long under her clothes. She'd done it before with the Hush but this felt different somehow.

"Well, hurry up we gotta get moving," Lexie prodded her. "Get your pants down and bend over, slut."

Blushing, Hannah did as instructed, quickly getting her pants down and bending over to grab her ankles. She heard Lexie behind her and felt her hands caress her bare ass. Closing her eyes, Hannah waited and a second later felt the cool tip of the plug press against her ass. Lexie pressed it in slowly but steadily until the wide part of the plug popped in and it was fully seated in place.

Hannah slid into a pair of jeans, the sensation of the denim on her pantyless ass and crotch, combined with the feeling of the plug filling her ass was a new thrill. Her pussy twitched slightly as her thoughts went from the feel of the plug to the feel of Lexie taking her ass with the strapon that morning, and Hannah couldn't help but smile.

"Ready?" Lexie asked, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading for the door.

"Yep, let's go," Hannah confirmed as she grabbed her own bag.

The two headed down to the building lobby and out the front doors, pausing for a minute on the sidewalk.

"See you after class," Lexie said, as she leaned in and gave Hannah a quick, tender kiss.

"Mm...bye, Lex," Hannah replied as they separated. She watched Lexie walking away for a few seconds, feeling a mixture of excitement and longing, before turning to walk in the opposite direction.

Hannah grabbed some coffee and a bagel as she found a quiet corner in the busy student union and tried to settle once more into her school routine. Sipping from her cup and eating, she flipped open her notebook, the words blurring together as she shifted subtly in her chair feeling the plug inside her and immediately flushing as she thought again of that morning's fun.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment to indulge in the memory of that morning with Lex, waking up to her fucking her, her assertive hands, her whispered commands, the feel of the strapon sliding in and out. A soft sigh escaped Hannah's lips as she clenched her ass around the plug.

Her thoughts were shattered by the sharp buzz of her phone in front of her. Hannah's eyes snapped open, and she snatched it from the table, her heart hammering in her chest. A message from Carla, terse and commanding, wiped out any lingering positive thoughts.

"Humanities Center, basement level men's room, far stall, NOW."

Hannah's anxiety immediately increased as she wondered at the text and what Carla might be planning.

"Shit...ok, well whatever it is, I'll get through it," Hannah thought as she slipped her phone into her pocket, collected her things, and headed towards the building exit. Hannah walked quickly across campus toward whatever Carla had in store for her. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity, fueled by Carla's abrupt text. She gulped down the remnants of her coffee, the warmth doing little to soothe the chill of fear that had settled in her bones.

The Humanities Center loomed ahead, and Hannah quickened her pace, dreading whatever was to come but also not wanting to make Carla mad by taking too long to get there. The doors to the center swung open and Hannah slipped inside, greeted by the muted hum of academia. She bypassed the main floor and made a beeline for the basement stairs, heading down to the lower level. At the bottom, she paused, surveying the quiet corridor. To her left, a couple of classrooms sat dark and empty, while muted clicks and soft murmurs drifted from the computer lab straight ahead at the end of the hall. Through the open door, she glimpsed students hunched over keyboards, focused on their work, oblivious to the world around them.

Hannah stood silently for a moment, feeling the weight of the plug shift inside her and once again thinking about Lexie. She took a breath, trying to clear the fog of desire clouding her thoughts and forced herself to move forward down the hallway. Reaching the Men's Room door, Hannah glanced up and down the hall to make sure nobody was watching. Taking one more calming breath, she pushed the door open and slipped inside.

The stark fluorescent lights of the bathroom flickered overhead, the air tinged with a mixture of urine, soap, and water. Hannah's gaze swept over the row of urinals, the sinks with their dripping faucets, and finally settled on the line of stalls at the far end.

Steeling herself for what lay ahead, Hannah approached the last stall and with a trembling hand, nudged the door open. There, leaning casually against the side panel and looking at her phone, was Carla. Her dark eyes looked up and fixed on Hannah with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Finally decided to show up?" Carla's voice was cool and detached, yet it held an edge that made Hannah's insides flutter with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Carla," Hannah acknowledged, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind her with a definitive click that seemed to seal her fate.

"Took you long enough, bitch." The words slithered through the air, as Carla's taunt echoed off the tiled walls. She flicked her wrist, causing the black trash bag she held to unfurl with a snap. "Strip. Everything in the bag. Now."

Hannah froze, staring at the bag and then back at Carla's demanding gaze. Heat bloomed across her cheeks as she clutched at the fabric of her shirt, a silent plea shimmering in her eyes. "Carla, please, I..."

"Shut up!" Carla's interruption was as sharp as broken glass. Her face twisted into a scowl, dark lipstick framing her snarl. "I won't ask again. Get moving or it gets worse. Much worse."

Sweat beaded on Hannah's brow, her hands trembling as she began to lift her shirt. Each piece of clothing seemed to weigh more than the last, gravity pulling at them and at her spirit with equal force.

"Faster," Carla snapped, tapping one foot impatiently. "Unlike some of us, I have places to be."

Hannah methodically started slipping out of her clothes, her shirt first, followed by her jeans. She felt driven by fear of Carla but also an underlying tremor of excitement that she couldn't quite ignore. Piece by piece, her clothes dropped into the void of the black bag, sealing away the last fragments of her dignity.

Hannah stripped away the last of her clothing, a pair of delicate panties that she slid down her toned legs. She stepped out of them and an involuntary shiver coursed through her body. Fully naked, with all of her clothes now a heap inside it, she handed the bag over to Carla.

"See, that wasn't so hard," Carla sneered, snatching the bag away. "Besides, you should be used to being naked by now. Now, turn around and put your hands behind your back."

The command was cold, devoid of any gentleness. Hannah's chest tightened as she obeyed, turning her back to Carla.

"Stay still," Carla ordered, as she pulled Hannah's wrists together.

A zip tie looped around them, the ratcheting sound loud in the quiet bathroom. It cinched tight, biting into her delicate skin with a harsh embrace. Hannah tested the restraint subtly, finding no give, no escape. Carla had her trapped, bound, and vulnerable.

"Perfect," Carla said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "This is how you should always look, so ready to be used."

Hannah swallowed hard, the reality of her situation settling in her stomach like a stone. She was at Carla's mercy, her body once again no longer hers to control.

Carla fished a sharpie from the depths of her leather jacket, the click of the cap snapping off echoing in the stall. With a malicious grin, she scrawled "Cocksleeve" in bold, dark letters across Hannah's forehead.

"Keep still," Carla commanded, her voice laced with disdain as she pressed the tip of the sharpie to Hannah's chest. With deliberate strokes, she emblazoned "Use Me" just above Hannah's breasts in large print.

"Ok now kneel," Carla ordered next, stepping back to admire her work.

Hannah's knees met the floor with a soft thud, her heart pounding as she awkwardly dropped down into position. She felt helpless and exposed, staring up at Carla waiting to find out what fresh degradation was coming for her next.

"Someone will be back for you... eventually," Carla said, her tone casual, almost bored, as if she were discussing the weather instead of abandoning a bound and naked girl. "In the meantime, just sit tight. You'll know what to do when it's time."

Hannah's breath hitched, her mind racing with the possibilities of what 'when it's time' meant. She felt small and exposed, a pawn in a cruel game.

A click sounded, and Hannah's stomach dropped as she realized Carla was taking pictures with her phone. Flash after flash blinded her, each one capturing her degradation. Carla's laughter pierced the air, cruel and triumphant.

"Smile for the camera, my little public slut," Carla mocked between clicks.

With one last cackle, Carla snatched up the bag of Hannah's belongings. The door swung shut behind her, leaving Hannah alone in the silence, branded and waiting.

"Enjoy your day bitch," Carla's voice echoed from the other side, followed by the fading sound of her footsteps. "You're going to be here a while."

Hannah's knees ached against the cold hardness of the tile, the sound of her own shallow breaths amplified by the confined space of the stall. She was naked, exposed, vulnerable in a way she had only fantasized about but never truly experienced. Her wrists ached from the tight zip ties, but it was the fullness of the plug snug inside her that teased at her senses, pulling at the dark thread of arousal woven through her fear.

"Fuck, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. She took a few deep breaths trying to calm down but couldn't stop her mind from thinking about her helpless situation and what lay ahead. Every minute felt like an hour as she knelt, waiting for whatever inevitable degradation Carla had set up.

Finally, the creak of the door broke through her thoughts and Hannah held her breath, as she listened to the echo of footsteps on the tiled floor. She listened and waited as the stranger relieved himself, zipped up, washed his hands, and left the bathroom, oblivious to the naked girl kneeling several feet away. Once he was gone, Hannah let out a shaky sigh, silently hoping that this would be the extent of her ordeal.

The plug within her shifted slightly as she moved, and she thought back to that morning and the feeling of Lexie pumping the strapon in and out of her ass. Her pussy twitched at the memory and despite her fear, her arousal seemed only to grow with every memory, every thought of being seen, used, degraded. She knew that Leslie, Sharon, Carla, and Sandra sought to reduce her to nothing more than an object, a toy, a thing for pleasure and ridicule. Yet despite that knowledge, she found herself craving more and more.

She shuddered, not with cold, but with the perverse thrill of her own degradation, hating and craving the feelings swirling tumultuously inside her. A part of her wanted to be found, to be used as promised, while another part prayed for getting through this without further humiliation. The bathroom echoed with the quiet drip of a faulty faucet, and Hannah leaned up against the cool metal stall partition trying to relieve some of the pressure from her sore knees.

The door creaked open once again and Hannah listened intently as someone entered the bathroom, heading directly towards the stall where she knelt. A shadow fell across the gap beneath the stall, and without ceremony, the door swung wide to reveal an upperclassman looming over her.

"Well hey there," he said, his voice low and casual, as if finding a naked girl in a bathroom stall was the most ordinary thing. His grin was self-assured as his eyes roamed over every inch of her exposed body.

Hannah felt the plug shift again as she tensed, her heart pounding nervously. He stepped into the stall and locked eyes with hers, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down along with his boxers. His already hardened erection bobbed slightly in front of her face as he reached down to place a hand on top of her head.

Carla's mocking words, "You'll know what to do when the time comes," echoed in Hannah's mind. Resigned, she tilted her chin up and parted her lips, allowing him to quickly slide his cock into her waiting mouth.

"Mm, good girl," he murmured, almost absentmindedly, as if praising an obedient pet.

Hannah closed her eyes, focusing on the task at hand. The scent of musk and soap assaulted her senses as she took him deeper, wrapping her tongue around him, sucking rhythmically. He groaned appreciatively, gripping the back of her head to steady himself as he began to thrust.

"Fuck... yeah," he breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe and lust.

Hannah's cheeks hollowed with each motion, the slurping sounds of her mouth working around him filling the otherwise silent bathroom. Her own arousal flared, a guilty pleasure in the midst of her degradation. She could taste him, bitter and salty, and it only spurred her on, desperate to prove her worth, even under such degrading circumstances.

"Take it all," he commanded, his voice thickening with desire.

And she did, swallowing him whole, pride and shame forgotten in the mechanics of pleasure and power. Hannah's world was reduced to that small gray stall and the cock pumping quickly in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck!" His grip tightened as he neared the edge, his movements growing erratic, desperate.

There, in the shadowy confines of a public bathroom, with the taste of him on her tongue and her dignity in tatters, Hannah realized the depth of her fall. Was this all she would ever be now? Just a horny, degraded slut for everyone to take? But even as the thought surfaced, it was drowned out by the primal satisfaction of serving, of being used, of fulfilling the role that had so cruelly been assigned her.

"Such a good cocksleeve," he gasped, a mimicry of the taunts scrawled upon her skin, fueling the fire that burned inside her with every shameful stroke.

The final throes of his release subsided, and he withdrew from the warmth of Hannah's mouth. A thick silence enveloped the stall as he mechanically refastened his belt, his eyes never meeting hers. The door swung shut with a soft click, leaving Hannah alone once more in her den of humiliation.

She swallowed hard, the salty residue a reminder of her submission. Her knees ached against the unyielding tile, yet she remained poised on the edge of anticipation and dread, each new visitor a faceless claimant to her debasement.

"Good girl," murmured the next one, a disembodied voice, as he stepped forward. His hands fumbled with a zipper that sounded loud in the confined space. Hannah braced herself, the routine now agonizingly familiar. She opened her mouth without prompt, accepting him as he slipped between her lips, another silent transaction in this carousel of anonymity.

"God, yes," he sighed, his breath catching as she worked. There was no pleasure for her in the act, only the relentless pursuit of others' gratification. With practiced movements, she drew him deeper, her tongue tracing contours, committing them to memory in an unwanted catalog of encounters.

"Fuck..." The word was a whisper, a secret shared between strangers. His climax arrived swiftly, a hot rush that she accepted with quiet resignation. And then, he too was gone, zipping up and stepping out into the world without another glance back at her.