Hello Literotica! After being an avid reader of all sorts of smut on this wonderful website for as far as I can remember, I've decided to publish my own first story. Well, technically this isn't my first attempt at writing erotica, but it is my first work that hasn't been written completely disjointed. I'm almost done with Chapter 2 and have some good ideas for the story, but I'm always open for suggestions and critique! You can expect this story to have elements of non-consent and draw inspiration from internet pornography culture, but I will do my best to explore some human connection as well. Just don't expect too much from a novice writer, but do enjoy! Thank you.
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Chapter 1:
Erin wore a smirk on her face as she went through the motions of driving home from work. This afternoon she had left work early, so there was considerably much less traffic than usual. In fact, Erin hardly had to focus on the road in front of her, so she was gleefully lost in thought about the long weekend she had planned for herself and her bitch of a roommate, Amy.
The two girls had been roommates for well over eight months, and they had gotten along well for about the first four. Then, some time around the past Christmas season, Amy's long-time boyfriend broke up with her and Amy began to change for the worst.
Amy fell into a funk, and over the course of the next few months, became a slob of a roommate and got fired from her retail job. These days, Amy lazed around their apartment, doing anything but contributing to household chores. Amy had also begun to abuse alcohol and drank wine from the moment she awoke, until the moment she inevitably passed out--often on the living room couch. Erin wondered how Amy afforded all her Doordash orders of food and wine, while still being able to make her share of the rent. That was until this past month, when Amy begged Erin to cover her on rent too. Amy promised that she had applied to jobs and would make up for falling short next month. Erin knew that was a lie.
When all of this had started, Erin had felt bad for Amy and gave her gentle reminders that she was living in a shared space. But as the weeks and months went on, Erin began to harbor resentment for Amy. She became more snappy with her remarks, which seemed to have worked at first. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Amy to go back to being useless. At some point, Erin stopped trying to change Amy and began enacting a plan that would not only get her some revenge, but maybe even help Amy in the long-run.
Erin had very quickly learned of some of Amy's demons when she began to monitor Amy's internet activity two months ago. Erin had had suspicions about Amy's claims of her job hunt, and had realized that as the account holder of the apartment's WiFi, she could gain access to Amy's internet searches. Unable to resist her curiosity, Erin found herself sifting through weeks of their shared digital footprint.
Unsurprisingly, Amy's last job search had been non-existent. What Erin didn't expect to learn was that her roommate had a nasty porn habit. Hours upon hours of porn had been streamed by Amy, typically during the hours Erin was at work, or late at night when Erin slept. At first, the revelation had been shocking to Erin. She felt guilty for snooping on Amy's browsing habits. Her curiosity got the better of her, however, and she kept looking into the porn that Amy was consuming so much of. Erin learned that Amy had a strong interest in dominant-submissive relationships and had no reservations about straight, lesbian, or even gay porn. From solo scenes to gangbang orgies, the pathetic slut watched it all!
Learning all of this made Erin even angrier at her roommate. Instead of contributing to chores or getting out and finding a job, Amy was getting drunk and cumming her brains out all day. Meanwhile, Erin cleaned up after Amy's messes just to maintain her own sanity. It didn't sit right with her.
In fact, over the next few weeks, this began to bother Erin so much, she was finding it difficult to sleep. Erin would stay up, waiting until she'd hear the moans and squeals start in the next room over. Some nights she even found herself trying to count how many times she thought Amy had cum. Each crescendo of Amy's moans made Erin's disdain for her roommate stronger. How dare she spend her days in such throes of passion while Erin got little rest at work or home?
Inevitably, Erin's dreams had been impacted too. She'd dream of dominating Amy like she'd seen in some of those videos. Making Amy bow at her feet and beg to please her Mistress. After weeks of these dreams that left her underwear soaked by the morning, Erin had an idea of how she could make her fantasy a reality.
You see, Erin worked for a pharmaceutical company that was at the forefront of pharmacological innovation. Some of the best of modern medicine that was available on the market had come from the laboratories of her employers. But as successful as many of their creations had been, there were also drugs that failed to produce the desired results. Or, the development of such drugs had taken a backseat to allow the chemists to focus on other more promising creations. These compounds were not often destroyed, especially if the company felt that research could resume at a later date. Instead, these drugs were stored in a secure room within the lab and were periodically audited by Erin herself.
One such drug that had lost its funding, was first being developed to aid in increasing libido for both men and women. And it had worked to do just that in the rats it was tested on. The rats, young or old, seemed to want to do nothing but mate once consuming the drug.
The problem with this drug presented itself when researchers realized that the rats could not seem to finish. The rats remained in this frenzied state until they became too exhausted to continue mating, then resumed sexual activity after waking. Just a miniscule amount of this experimental drug had shown to affect the rats for weeks at a time. The researchers recorded having to go as far as separating the rats just so they'd finally eat and drink water. Scientists behind the compound struggled for months to find a solution, but ultimately the project was shelved. And it had been shelved for at least a decade at this point, so the likelihood of the project resuming was nearly zero.
Erin knew it was crazy and that she could face very serious repercussions if she were caught, but the thrill of it all had pushed her into stealing a small amount of the drug. A negligible amount, that she hoped could be explained as the product degrading over time, in the rare case anyone bothered to double-check her paperwork. In the two years Erin had worked there, the consistency of her logs had only been checked by her boss once. Her boss trusted her, and that worked for Erin.
In fact, Erin was grinning as she pulled into her apartment complex's parkade. She had already enacted the first part of her plan the night before.
She had not only already stolen the drug she needed, but had slipped it into Amy's wine bottle while Amy was in the washroom. And Erin was certain it had worked when Amy suddenly went red in the face and dismissed herself to her room during dinner, a mere twenty minutes later. As Erin readied herself for bed, she could hear Amy through her door. Amy had not bothered to wait for Erin to go to bed before beginning her session that night. When Erin woke up for work early this morning, she had been delighted to hear that Amy was still going. Had the poor slut been able to sleep at all?
At work, Erin had been unable to focus on much else but how the drug might be affecting Amy at that moment. Erin worried that the effects would wear off too soon and that Amy would already be enjoying orgasm after orgasm. The drug had never been tested on humans, afterall.
Erin's worries had quickly been squashed when she checked Amy's search history and found, "can't reach orgasm" and "can't stop masturbating," among the seemingly endless number of porn videos streamed since the drug had been administered. Erin realized how wet her own panties had become and decided that she would leave work early before the long weekend. Now that she was taking the elevator up to her floor, her heart was beating out of her chest almost as hard as it had been when she stole the experimental drug.
Erin had spent countless hours thinking on how she would confront Amy and make Amy her bitch, but realized that she'd have to play it by ear. She'd have to make up lies to gain control over the situation. But none of her mental simulations would have prepared her for what she witnessed as she opened her front door.
As Erin stepped into her apartment, the smell of sex and sweat shot to her nose before she to registered the sounds as well. A cacophony of moans, squelches and smacks barraged Erin's ears as she stepped further into the apartment. Amy was writhing on the living room couch, drilling a dildo into herself with one hand and holding a wand vibrator to her clit with the other. Loud porn played on the TV, Amy's laptop, and even her phone. Erin froze, shocked by the brazen and raw nature of Amy's self-indulgence. Amy didn't even seem to notice Erin was there. Instead she had her eyes closed, muttering, "please," repeatedly through gritted teeth. When Erin noticed the damp patches all over her expensive couch, she finally spoke.
