Girl For The Goths Pt 12

Hannah's eyes slowly opened, the pale morning light shining in through the window pulling her out of a series of nightmares filled with public shame and degradation. She lay there for a moment, slowly waking, and staring up at the blank white ceiling. Her body ached from the night before, and the room bore the stale scent of sex. Hannah could feel dried cum coating her thighs and ass and reaching down between her legs found her pussy soaking wet, her body's reaction to those degrading dreams.

She thought about the two drunk guys, her waking in the middle of the night to them using her, fucking her as if she had no say in it at all. Just a toy for them to use to get themselves off. Followed by Allison, everything she'd said and threatened, and being made to masturbate in front of her.

Shaking off the memories, Hannah pulled herself out of bed and made her way up the hall. Before anything else, she wanted to scrub herself clean under the hottest shower she could tolerate. She knew she couldn't wash away how she felt inside, but she could at least get herself cleaned up and get rid of the remnants of her most recent debasement. Walking by Allison's room, she heard a taunting voice shout out to her.

"Morning, slut. Have any dreams about getting spit-roasted again?"

Hannah paused briefly, not daring to look in Allison's direction. Taking a breath, she continued up to the bathroom.

After her shower and once back in her room, Hannah grabbed some clothes, methodically slipping into a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt. Her thoughts swam with images of the night before but also of everything else that had come before that. And she dreaded what fresh nightmares were still to come. She knew she shouldn't dwell on it now, though. What was the point? She just wanted to face the day, to blend into the normalcy that surrounded her. Glancing at her phone and seeing no new messages, Hannah grabbed her things and headed out of her room.

The dining hall buzzed with the chatter of students, the clatter of dishes punctuating conversations as Hannah wove through tables with her tray looking for a quiet place to sit. Staci, a girl Hannah had befriended earlier in the semester, saw her and waved from a spot by the window, her smile bright and oblivious to the storm brewing within Hannah. The two had hit it off during freshman orientation and hung out a little bit at the start of the year, a time that seemed like a lifetime ago to Hannah. Torn between wanting solitude and wanting some sort of normal interaction, Hannah hesitated before finally heading over and dropping into a seat next to Staci.

"Morning, gorgeous!" Staci greeted, "How've you been? I feel like I haven't seen you around in forever!"

"Hey," Hannah managed, her voice quiet and tired as she took a sip of her coffee. "Doing ok. Yeah it's been a crazy semester I guess. How're things with you?"

Staci grinned and shared some updates from her life, her energy and cheerfulness contagious even to Hannah. As they talked, Hannah found herself listening with half her attention, her mind drifting back to the previous night and all that had happened. Her heart still raced a little as she thought about the humiliation she'd experienced, but at least it was more manageable now. She'd become numb to the shame, to the idea that she'd let herself be used like that.

As their conversation went on, the two girls laughed and shared stories and after everything Hannah had gone through, the normalcy of it all felt comforting. And while she knew her life was far from normal, for a moment she could pretend that it might somehow be possible to find balance between her dark desires and her need for normalcy.

"So, I'm glad I ran into you...and um, I'm not really sure how to ask this...but is it true what I've been hearing?" Staci said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Hannah's heart skipped a beat. She knew it was probably too much to hope she could get through one normal conversation without it turning to sex. "Hearing about what?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Staci leaned in, her eyes wide. "Well...it's been a lot of stories actually and they just didn't seem like the girl I met before. Like...you're a cam girl, you've been having sex with like every guy on campus, you run around naked cause you don't care who sees you. There's probably more. I've heard a lot! But...yeah. Is all that really true? I figured there's no way! Someone's just spreading hateful rumors or something..."

Hannah's cheeks flushed crimson as she listened, unable to meet Staci's eyes. No point in hiding it, she figured. The cam site was out there for anyone to find and with that verification any of the other stories would be believable. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the inevitable rejection and judgment. "Y-yes," she whispered, staring down at her coffee cup. "It's true. I... I did those things."

Silence hung heavy in the air between them, and Hannah braced herself for the rejection she knew was coming. But when Staci finally spoke, her voice was surprisingly understanding.

"Well, you know what they say, don't you?" she said with a wink. "The quiet, normal ones are always the kinkiest."

Hannah's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Y-you... you don't think less of me?"

Staci shook her head, her expression sympathetic. "Hey, I get it. Everyone has their kinks, right? Plus, you should have seen some of the stuff my ex-boyfriend used to get up to," she said with a laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "I don't judge. What you choose to do is up to you, doesn't affect me any."

Hannah let out a shaky sigh of relief. She hadn't been expecting such understanding, but it felt good to finally unburden herself with somebody who wasn't an active participant in any of what had been going on. "Thank you for being so... accepting," she said, her voice shaky but grateful.

"Hey, no problem," Staci said, patting her on the back. "Just remember, you can always talk to me if you need to, okay? I won't judge."

Hannah smiled weakly, touched by her friend's support. Maybe, just maybe, she thought to herself, she could find a way to navigate this new role in her without losing herself entirely.

As they continued their breakfast, Hannah couldn't help but notice the looks she was getting from the other students in the dining hall. She knew that a lot of people were talking about her, spreading stories and gossip, but there wasn't anything she could do about that.

Staci finished eating and started to gather her things, getting ready to head off to wherever she needed to be. As she picked up her tray she paused, smiling brightly at Hannah.

"One other thing?" she added, reaching down to put a friendly hand on Hannah's shoulder. "I wanted to tell you you looked so hot on your last cam show. And the sounds you made riding those toys...fuck. No wonder you have such a big audience. My boyfriend and I have been really loving your performances."

Hannah blushed, the normalcy of her morning crumbling around her as she realized that while Staci may have been a friend, she was also someone who was very familiar with Hannah's new life.

"Um...th.thank you," Hannah managed to say finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh no problem!" Staci winked before giving Hannah's shoulder one last squeeze and walking away, leaving Hannah alone with her thoughts.

Hannah's fingers trembled as she turned the key in the lock of her dorm room. With mechanical movements, she peeled off her clothes, dropping everything in a small pile next to her dresser.

Naked once again, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, wondering at the girl she saw reflected there. The writing that she'd once had all over her body from Sandra and Carla was long gone, but she could still picture it and all of those words seemed a perfect description of the slut she had become. Toy, hole, fuckdoll, slave, pet, pathetic, whore, cum dumpster. She'd lived up to each degrading scrawl and was sure there was plenty more to come.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the open door. Hannah took a steadying breath, brushing a loose strand of hair back from her face, her heart racing with a conflicting mixture of fear and an all-too-familiar thrill. Hannah turned towards the open door, where Jenna from a couple doors down the hall stood smiling at her. She was confident, her gaze roaming freely over Hannah's exposed body, as she stepped into the room.

"Hey, Hannah," Jenna said, "Have some free time I could use up?"

"Of course," Hannah replied, wanting badly to say no, fuck off, get out, or anything else but knowing that she couldn't.

"Great!" Jenna smiled, and there was a softness in her tone despite the fact she was coming simply to make use of Hannah like she would any other object. She approached, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of Hannah's shoulder, sliding down her bare back and lightly over her ass.

"Ok..stand still," Jenna instructed gently.

Hannah obeyed, holding still as she felt Jenna's hands roaming her body, touching her, exploring.

"Just relax, you have such an amazing body." Jenna murmured, her hands now gliding down Hannah's arms, bringing them behind her back. "I'm not here to hurt you, Hannah. I just want to feel good."

And for a moment, caught in the web of Jenna's caress, Hannah could almost believe that this was just another encounter, just two people exploring and having fun together by mutual consent. Jenna's lips pressed against her shoulder blade, soft and warm, and Hannah closed her eyes.

"Please, can we...?" Jenna breathed sweetly.

"Anything...whatever you want...," Hannah gave in, her voice barely a whisper.

Jenna gently guided Hannah down onto her bed. Hannah watched as Jenna's clothes quickly fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, lightly-tanned skin and toned body. Her movements were graceful and fluid as she climbed onto the bed and pressed herself against Hannah's body.

Hannah's heart raced as she lay still, feeling Jenna's lips and tongue work their way over her skin. Jenna's hands roamed Hannah's body, tracing every curve and dip with a maddening slowness that made Hannah squirm. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Jenna's lips trailed down the center of her chest, leaving a wet trail behind them.

Hannah couldn't help but moan softly at the sensation, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her. Jenna's mouth moved lower, taking one of Hannah's nipples into her mouth and lightly biting.

Hannah arched her back, her body aching for Jenna's touch. As their bare skin pressed together, a shiver of anticipation ran through her. The feeling of Jenna's warm tongue swirling around her nipple sent a shiver through her body, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Hannah could feel the heat growing between her thighs and she instinctively ground up against Jenna's leg seeking more.

Jenna pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile crossing over her lips. "Not yet," she murmured before moving downward once again.

Hannah let out an involuntary whimper as Jenna's mouth descended upon her core. Her hips bucked up instinctively, seeking more contact and release.

But Jenna wasn't done teasing yet, she instead used slow circular motions with just enough pressure to keep Hannah on edge without allowing for any real relief.

Hannah was quickly losing herself in the sensations that were coursing through her body. Between the way Jenna expertly used both her hands and mouth to please every inch of skin under which they roamed; it was overwhelming.

Jenna continued to kiss, lick and caress every inch of Hannah's body, using every part of her mouth to explore every curve. The intensity grew with each passing second until finally it felt like everything inside of Hannah was boiling over.

She could feel Jenna's fingers slipping inside her, moving in and out with determination. Hannah groaned, feeling herself build closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was reaching the edge though, Jenna suddenly stopped, slipping her fingers out of Hannah's pussy. Jenna slid up the bed, moving along Hannah's body until she was straddling her head. She looked down at Hannah briefly before lowering her pussy directly onto her waiting mouth.

Knowing what was expected of her, Hannah began licking Jenna's pussy. She could hear Jenna's moans above her as she quickly darted her tongue in and out, tasting her. With each lick, she found herself going faster and finding the spots that made Jenna gasp and writhe above her.

As she continued to explore with her tongue, Hannah felt Jenna start to tense up. Her moans became louder and more urgent until finally she cried out in pleasure, grinding her pussy down harder onto Hannah's mouth.

Hannah hungrily lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of Jenna on her tongue as she continued to lick. Finally, Jenna slipped off Hannah's face, falling off to the side beside her, panting and trembling.

"Oh my god thank you, Hannah," Jenna sighed contentedly, her breath hitching as she reached her crescendo. "You're amazing! That felt incredible."

"Anytime," Hannah replied with a slight smile. The words were automatic by now. But she found she meant them.

As Jenna left, with a final, lingering glance thrown over her shoulder, Hannah remained still, the silence of the room wrapping around her like a blanket. She was alone again, but the echoes of touch still lingered on her skin and the taste of Jenna's pussy remained on her lips.

As Hannah lay on her back once again staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts swirled and she debated what she wanted to do next. One thing was certain, she still felt a deep longing for release after Jenna's teasing. Moving one hand down between her legs, Hannah slid her fingers up over her soaked pussy, feeling the slick wetness that had built up. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the pleasure as she slowly inserted her fingers into herself. As her pace picked up, so did the intensity of her moans, echoing off the walls of the room. Her movements became more urgent and forceful as she fucked herself harder and faster.

Feeling herself reaching the edge again, Hannah went harder, biting down on her bottom lip as she groaned in pleasure. Her fingers pumping in and out, Hannah used her other hand to reach up and seek out a nipple, twisting and pinching. Moments later, her orgasm hit, causing Hannah to cry out loudly, lifting her hips, her entire body tensing and spasming in pleasure. Hannah whimpered softly as she slowly came back down to earth after cumming. She was still trying to catch her breath as Marissa, another girl from up the hall, sauntered in with an air of entitlement that filled the small dorm room.

"Hey there," Marissa said, her voice a low purr as she closed the door behind her. Her eyes raked over Hannah's bare form, her fingers still deep inside her pussy, with a hungry, almost possessive look.

"Uh...hi," Hannah replied shakily, still catching her breath after her orgasm.

"So let's not waste time here, ok?" Marissa stated simply, still running her eyes up and down Hannah's body. "I know you get off doing what you're told and I want to get my pussy licked."

She sat on the edge of Hannah's bed and slid her tights down, spreading her legs and exposing her bare pussy. Hannah obediently slid off her bed to kneel in front of her, still feeling horny after her orgasm and staring hungrily up at Marissa's pussy. Reaching down, Marissa's hand found its way to the back of Hannah's head, fingers tangling in her dirty-blonde hair, applying gentle pressure that directed her face to the warmth between her legs.

"Well, lick my pussy, slut," Marissa whispered, her tone soft but laced with an underlying steel.

Obediently, Hannah moved between Marissa's legs, bringing her tongue to her pussy and licking. In no time, Marissa's moans filled the room as she held Hannah's head steady between her legs. With Hannah's well-practiced skill, she found what caused the loudest moans and most intense reactions from Marissa and focused her attention. Before long, Marissa reached her climax, screaming loudly as she pushed Hannah's face hard against her pussy and ground against her.

"Fuck...ah fuck. Good girl," Marissa breathed out as she caught her breath and then stood shakily, composing herself with quick efficiency before striding out of the room, leaving Hannah still kneeling on the floor licking her lips.

As the day wore on, the encounters blurred into one another, each different but all demanding a piece of Hannah's soul. There was Lia, whose touch was tentative, almost shy, as if unsure of her right to be there. Hannah guided her gently, finding some solace and comfort in the softness of their exchange.

Then came Sienna, brash and unapologetic, who pushed Hannah's boundaries with a roughness that made her gasp. She had tied a scarf around Hannah's neck like a leash and forced her to crawl up the hallway to her room while she led the way.

Sienna's room was a chaotic mess, clothes piled beside the closet, books and notebooks stacked precariously on the desk where one gentle nudge might send the whole thing toppling. She led Hannah by her makeshift leash over towards the bed before sitting on the edge, her feet dangling off the side.

"On your knees, bitch," Sienna commanded, her voice harsh and demanding.

Hannah did as she was told, kneeling in front of Sienna's feet. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of what to do. But then Sienna brought one foot up to rest on her shoulder, her toes grazing Hannah's chin.

"Lick them clean," she ordered with a smirk.

Hannah tentatively ran her tongue along Sienna's sole, feeling a mixture of disgust and arousal at the situation.

As if sensing her hesitation, Sienna grabbed a handful of Hannah's hair and pulled her face closer to her foot.

"Deeper," she growled. "I want you to worship my feet like the pathetic little slut that you are."

Hannah closed her eyes and complied, letting out small whimpering sounds as she licked every inch of skin presented to her. She felt degraded and humiliated but also increasingly turned on, a feeling she'd by now gotten used to.

Once Sienna was satisfied with Hannah's work on one foot, she switched to the other one, pushing it against Hannah's lips more forcefully this time. As Hannah continued her task obediently, Sienna let out a low moan of pleasure.

"You like being my little foot slave?" She taunted, running her other foot up and down Hannah's back teasingly.

Hannah didn't respond verbally but couldn't stop herself from nodding as she continued to worship at Sienna's feet. She had never been into feet but the humiliation she felt at performing the task had her pussy dripping.

Sienna finally pushed Hannah backwards with one foot, pressing it against her forehead and knocking her back. Standing then and quickly removing her shorts, she sat back down, spreading her legs wide. Hannah recovered her balance, moving back to a kneeling position before Sienna grabbed hold of the leash and pulled hard, dragging Hannah's face between her legs.

"Now lick, bitch. Get that tongue in there like a good little pussy-slut," Sienna laughed.

Hannah obeyed, licking her pussy until she'd had at least four orgasms by Hannah's estimation. Her thighs were shaking and her tongue was sore, but Sienna showed no signs of stopping. She grabbed Hannah's hair once again, pulling her head back so that she could look into her exhausted eyes.

"Mm you're a natural at this," Sienna purred, running her fingers through Hannah's hair. "Such a good fucking slut. No wonder everyone wants to use you."

After being dismissed by Sienna, Hannah had barely made it back into the hallway before she heard her name being called from farther down the hall. Not even bothering to stand up, she crawled to the sound of the voice, finding herself in a room with Jess and Kara, two girls she'd never really talked to much before.