This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, painful sex. Proceed with caution.
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Rose woke up around 12:45 in the afternoon with seven new texts from an unknown number. Interesting...
"Hey is this Rose? This is Bray. Would really like to see you again."
"Pls... been thinking about you."
"Hello?"
"I want your cock again baby"
"Fuck me pls fuck me need it so bad."
"Hello? It's Bray"
"Hello?"
She smirked. One of these days, huh?
"Lol who the fuck are you?" she replied. The name rang a bell, a very specific bell...
Seconds later a face pic with the message, "It's Bray. Don't you remember me?" Ah yes, from the frat house.
"Lol, I'm surprised you remember me. Didn't I fuck your throat until you passed out? And you wanna see me again? Ok dude..."
"So, do you want to come? C'mon baby please I'll do anything," came the response.
Oooh, she liked the sound of that. "Lol you're sure you wanna say you'll do anything? I can get pretty nasty you know."
"I need it baby, please." Like a broken record, she thought. Still, the prospect of a willing victim was always enticing.
"First of all," she began typing, "I'm not your baby. You'll address me as Mistress."
"Sure mistress," he replied. Her eye twitched a little at that, the lower case "m", the "sure" instead of "yes".
"Second of all, when are you free to come over?"
"Can you come here to the frat house? My room will be private."
"Lol you sure you want your brothers to hear you when I'm over there?"
"I'm pretty quiet," he said.
"Not today you won't be 😈"
"Pls can you come here?"
"Ugh, fine. Omw. Brace yourself bitch 😈"
She stuffed some supplies into her old backpack and bounded down the stairs. On the main level, her three housemates were all passed out on the couch with the TV on, Iris on the left leaning her head on the arm of the couch, Ganza in the center, head over the back of the couch, snoring loudly, sweatpants slid halfway off her body so that her massive hard cock was fully exposed, Skye on the left side, curled into a little ball, snuggled up against Ganza. Rose frowned at them for a moment, then fished around on the table in front of them until she found her air horn, which she put very close to Ganza and Skye's faces and then honked.
The three jolted awake, overlapping groggy mutterings to the effect of "what the fuck, Jesus..."
"Hey guys, try not to leave the fucking TV on all night, okay?" Rose said, "And put your cock away, Ganza."
"Yeah, whatever," Ganza pulled her sweatpants up over her crotch, "you're just mad cause mine is bigger."
"Pft," Rose rolled her eyes, "my dick is ideal in every way. Yours is large enough that it's, like, a problem."
"Still mad it's bigger," Ganza said, looking at her phone.
Skye rubbed Ganza's shoulder. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, "it's looking real hard, you want some help with that?"
"Nah, I'd rather find a boy," Ganza said, still looking at her phone.
Skye rolled her eyes. "They spent all night trying to get a boy over. No luck."
"Sounds rough," Rose shrugged, "I on the other hand am beating the offers off with a stick right now, just had one boy show up last night, another one invited me over. But yeah, it must suck to suck I guess."
"Yeah, fuck you too," Iris muttered, adjusting herself on the couch.
"Anyway, I'm off to teach this poor boy a lesson about telling me he'll do anything," she said, shooting them a wink. "Good luck or whatever. Bye!"
Since they were all downstairs, she didn't even think about locking the door behind her. If she had, she might have noticed her house key was missing.
"Well," Skye said, sitting up, rubbing her eyes, "I'm gonna go up to my room, before either of you, you know, try to use me as a cumdump." She stood up and walked around the table in the direction of the stairs up to her room. She paused. "Sure would hate," she said, and gave her ass a shake, "if that happened..." She looked behind her. No evidence they'd noticed, both of them on their phones. She sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Rose grabbed the door to the frat house after a boy exited the building, and made her way up the stairs to Bray's room. A few seconds after she knocked on the door, Bray opened it. He stood in the doorway, big eager grin on his face. "Hey," he said softly, an edge of nervousness in his voice.
"Hey there stud," Rose said, smirking, "you gonna let me in or just stand there all day?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, come in," he rubbed the back of his head and shuffled out of the way. Rose strode into the room and dropped her backpack on the bed. Bray lingered near the door, unsure how to proceed. "So, uh, yeah, how have you b-"
She closed the distance between them and pressed herself against his body, stuffing her tongue into his mouth and putting her hands in his curly hair. Bray made a quiet surprised little "Mmf!" noise before relaxing, basking in the sensation of her tongue exploring his mouth.
After a moment Rose pulled her face away from his. Bray stood there a moment, dazed smile on his face, before murmuring, "Fuck yeah."
Rose bit her lip, looked him over, lust burning in her eyes. "Fuck yeah," she said back. She ran her hands greedily over his shoulders. Ooh, she liked this shirt, yes, deep red long sleeved V-neck, very soft material. She liked it a lot, yeah, but she still wanted to...
"Hey, don't tug on it like that, it was expensive," Bray said as he noticed her hands gripping the collar of the shirt tightly.
