It had been a long hard night for me. The stench of Hannah's disgusting sweaty tights had been fully absorbed by my face, and still the coarse fabric felt rough upon my face with every movement a constant reminder of what was wrapped round my head. Even the smallest possible consolation of the fact that her knickers sitting in my mouth were no longer covered in shit was vastly overshadowed by the knowledge that it was my own mouth that had cleaned them, with the taste of Hannah's shit having soaked across my mouth over the long hours of the night before. Even the uncomfortable feeling of the wet fabric in my mouth elicited an uncomfortable groan from behind the makeshift gag of Hannah's kickers and tights.
Looking across to the other bed I shuddered in horror at the shapeless mound with its back to me, the bedclothes rising and falling from her laboured breathing, her loud snores piercing the otherwise silent room. Turning back to face the ceiling, I was glad that she was still asleep lest she take advantage of me for some more horrible abuse. But as the seconds turned to minutes with nothing to do but stare at the blankness above and listen to the deep roaring snores of the fat rapist next to me, I felt boredom creeping over me. I didn't even have my phone to distract me, knowing that it was still in the grasp of Hannah's ham-fist. The whole night before I could hear her chuckling as she read my most private messages and laughing maliciously as she formed some horrible plan. I wasn't sure what it was yet, but knowing she knew the most private and dark secrets of my friends, along with the disgustingly disturbing way she'd treated me over the last few days, I knew it wouldn't be pretty.
I couldn't bear it anymore. As quietly as I could I rose from the bed and slowly began unwrapping the tights from around my head, freeing my mouth to remove the disgusting red thong, wet from hours of soaking in my mouth. I flung it across the room in disgust, wiping the wetness off my fingers on the floor. I knew I would face reprisal from Hannah for freeing myself from the gag, that fear being the only reason I had even kept the thing on when she was awake across from me, but I had to get out of that room. I stared longingly at the bathroom, desperately hoping to wash away the filth and shame. Or at the very least relieve myself of, what I was horrified to realise, was probably a lot of Hannah's urine that had passed through my system. But turning back to look at her huge sleeping body, I sadly closed my mind to the possibility, knowing that the noise of the shower would likely awaken her and only hasten the, admittedly inevitable, punishment from her that would follow.
Instead I cautiously flitted around the room, gathering up yesterday's clothing. I would have preferred to put on a fresh uniform, but given that I could still smell the stench of Hannah's sweat on my face, the slightly used feel of my own clothes from yesterday was the least of my worries. Glancing down at the vanity mirror by the door, I gave my hair a quick brush, trying however vainly to make myself look somewhat presentable.
One last forlorn look at Hannah filled my body with dread as I heard the bed creak loudly as she shifted. I was terrified she was going to wake up then and there, but she was merely shifting in her sleep before releasing a loud nocturnal fart. I gagged on the smell as it wafted towards me but at least I could take some consolation that it wasn't with my nose inserted into her arse.
Is this what my life is now? Taking solace from the fact that there isn't a fat sweaty arse farting on my face, and knowing all too well what that felt like? Shaking my head in despair I closed the door, shutting away horrible Hannah, if only temporarily.
Despite the early hour, I could feel the heat of the day already beginning to creep over the campus grounds. Still able to smell myself, I was thankful that the majority of my schoolmates were still in their rooms. Glancing at my watch I realised I shouldn't have been surprised. Not only was it not even 8 o'clock yet, but all the horrible events of the past few days had made me lose track of time. Saturdays at Greenbrier were more relaxed than the rest of the week. With neither classes nor Sunday chapel to otherwise fill the day, students were left to their own devices. While normally I would enjoy the freedom of a day off with my friends, I knew that Hannah also had the freedom of the day to do whatever she wanted... The thought alone sent a chill down my spine, and I hurried off to find a bathroom, desperate to clean myself as much as possible to make the most of what little freedom I had that morning...
I sighed with relief as I reached a bathroom, trying not to think about how much of my own urine started off as Hannah's before being forced down my throat. Quickly followed by a whore's bath in the sink, scrubbing away at my pores with hand soap to try desperately to wash away the stench of sweat and shame it had absorbed over the night. Looking at myself in the mirror I was horrified at what I saw. The face staring back at me was a stranger. Gone was the bright and happy face that had found itself in every mirror I'd ever looked at throughout my life. Instead facing me was a sullen face of misery, with bags under the eyes, dripping with sink water from the whore bath. I sighed as I realised all too well how accurate that name now was for me. With one last longing look in the mirror, praying in vain to see the old face looking back at me again, I turned away and let the bathroom door slam shut behind me.
I slunk into the dining hall which was all but empty. A few catering staff were milling around setting up breakfast for the day, and there were a couple early rising students who were taking advantage of the calm before the breakfast rush, but it was a world away from the noisy hubbub that so often marked meal-time in the Greenbrier dining hall.
The peace and quiet was welcome to me, granting me a respite from the raging torrent of fear and stress in my head. The air was filled with the beautiful scents of the busy kitchen ready for breakfast, enough even to make me forget of the scent of sweat and shit I woke up in. Drifting across the dining hall I salivated at the array of delicious cooked breakfasts, fruits, and pastries. Piling my plate high with summer fruits and some croissants I carried my tray over to my regular table and sat down. And as the food passed through lips with a pleasurable sigh, I felt almost like my own self again.
Of course, it was always too good to last.
The dining hall slowly began to fill and the volume rise as my schoolmates woke and met with their groups of friends for breakfast. Everywhere I looked was happy smiling faces, and every sound was of laughter and excitement for the Saturday to come. I was alone. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised. Most of my friends and I didn't even get up this early on weekdays, I'm sure Katie and the twins were still comfortably asleep in bed. Joanna was the only one who would have even been close to waking since she often rose early for a morning horse-ride.
Almost on cue, I caught sight of Joanna's petite figure appeared across hall, catching my eye in the doorway. I smiled across at her, expecting her to smile back and join me for a quick breakfast. Instead I felt my heart sink as she looked straight at me, grimace in anger, then turn away with an aggressive swish of her bright pale blonde hair.
Clearly she still blamed me for her horribly humiliating experience on the roof yesterday, being forced to bow naked below old Ms. McLaughlin and kiss her feet. With a deep pang of shame in my heart, I felt responsible for it too. Her suffering was all my fault, and now that Hannah knew her darkest secret, what more suffering was she about to endure?
Dropping my head in shame my fearful mulling was interrupted with a loud "Ahem." from across the table.
I should have known, just when I was feeling my lowest, my horrible tormentor always showed up to remind me to sink even lower.
I looked up to see Hannah's pudgy face smirking down at me, half obscured behind a plate towering with greasy bacon and sausages.
