This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, reluctant, painful sex, as well as themes of physical and emotional abuse. Proceed with caution.
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Dylan was gone now, completely obliterated, but his form still haunted the campus. A body that very much resembled Dylan could be found drifting vacantly between classes and dining halls and back to the frat house, rarely interacting with anyone, rarely noticed by anyone. Rose had asked Dolly a couple times now why she persisted in going back to the school, why she didn't just stay with Rose all the time.
Hard to say really. Dolly wasn't able to retain much from her classes, the words of the lecturers just washed over her. Maybe she should have been concerned about that, but she wasn't, she felt so gloriously free from concerns about her academic future. She felt free from concerns about most things, really. She would look at other girls walking around on campus... well, she'd look at girls, in any case, and notice that they didn't stir anything in her, not anymore. How could they, they weren't Rose.
Dylan had been so silly, Dolly would think sometimes. Dylan had been so horribly stressed out over what the pretty girls thought of him, obsessed with seeming smart and superior and big and strong and in control... and, Dolly winced to think about it now, but Dylan had so often resorted to making the people around him feel small and dumb so he could feel a bit bigger.
What a shitty way to be. In retrospect, Dylan had always hated being like that. Dylan had always had this horrible emptiness to him, and all the douchebaggery had been an attempt to cover up the emptiness. Now Dolly mostly wasn't acting like a douchebag, but all that seemed to remain was the emptiness.
When Dolly looked at other girls now, she mostly just thought about where they'd gotten their clothes, and whether they'd look good on her. Probably not. Probably, Rose and the other futas were the only ones freaky enough to think that Dolly actually looked good in the girl clothes. Or maybe they didn't even think that, maybe that was just another of their cruel jokes.
The cruelty, of course, the constant degradation and physical torment Rose inflicted, these were the biggest reasons Dolly didn't want to stay at Sodom House all the time. And the thing that kept her coming back was that it was the only thing that felt like anything anymore. And of course it wasn't all pain, Rose always made her cum, over and over, until the jizz hurt coming out.
It was the Monday before midterms and Dolly had walked in the direction of the library to do some studying, but when she'd gotten close to the building she found she didn't want to enter. It was a nice sunny day, unseasonably warm for late fall, and... the idea of being inside, a building teeming with people, maybe having to sit close to a bunch of other people, made Dolly feel claustrophobic. So she sat on a bench across from the library, reminiscing about the past weekend at Sodom House.
Dolly had been laying on the couch downstairs in the tatters of a cute frilly dress that Rose had put her in, face covered in smeared makeup, ass gaped and leaking cum from a vicious fucking, reeling in the edgy exhausted afterglow Rose left her with. Rose had gotten up immediately after cumming and gone off to the kitchen. Dolly didn't like when she did that, she preferred when Rose stayed to hold her. Rose was usually at her most affectionate after she came, sleepily running her hands over Dolly's body or showering her with kisses, saying things that were actually kind of nice about how hot she thought Dolly was. In those moments, Dolly felt kind of... loved. She didn't trust that feeling, but she still liked it, and she missed it when Rose wasn't near.
From the kitchen, she heard Rose say, "Heyyy Nickyboy!" followed by a sharp smacking sound and a girlish yelp from Nicky.
"What do you want, Rose?" asked Nicky, in a tired voice.
"Put some eggs on for Dolly and me, I'm fucking hungry and I'm sure she is too."
"Fine," Nicky said begrudgingly, then a few seconds later, in a sulky tone, "Why does he get to be called 'she', anyway?"
"Cause it bugs him," Rose said airily.
Oh. Okay. Huh.
Rose sauntered back into the living room, energy drink in hand. She set it on the table before giving Dolly's hair a sharp yank.
"Ow!"
"Move Dolly, I wanna get on the couch behind you," she demanded.
Dolly scooched forward on the couch, and as Rose climbed over her Dolly muttered, "Stop... stop calling me Dolly."
Rose gave her a greedy bite on the neck. "Never."
Dolly smiled at that. With Rose laying behind her on the couch, Dolly knew she couldn't see that smile. Probably for the best, she thought. She pressed her butt into Rose's crotch.
Ooh, Rose felt that for sure, distinct excited inhalation, arms tightening around Dolly's body, fingernails running up her chest. Dolly could feel Rose's cock start to get hard.
The turn came suddenly, and hard. One second they were laying on the couch together, Rose breathing heavily, her rock hard cock twitching against the small of Dolly's back, a hand in Dolly's hair, and then the world shifted and Dolly felt an awful crack on the head. A second later, Dolly worked out that Rose had slammed her head forward into the edge of the coffee table right in front of the couch. A second after that, Rose drove her cock deep into Dolly's gaping ass.
"OW! Nonono, too much-"
"Aw, c'mon Dolly," Rose smirked into Dolly's ear, "you wanted more, right? And I knew you'd be soooo bored if I was gentle with it," she paused here and withdrew her cock before slamming it all the way back in.
"HAH! Ohhhh fuck..."
"Cause you're a little whore for the rough stuff, aren't you?" Rose growled softly. She rolled forward so that the two of them tumbled off the couch onto the floor, Dolly's body trapped underneath Rose's, who then began fucking fast and rough down into Dolly.
"Ohhhh God, ohhhh fuck..." Dolly wheezed, trying to hold onto her composure.
"Hmmm I love messing with you Dolly," Rose rumbled. She pulled herself up off Dolly's back and rolled Dolly over so that her back was on the floor. Rose was looming over Dolly now, sucking in air excitedly through her teeth as she ran her hands over Dolly's torso. "You're so fucking cute," she murmured, before her hands slid up to give Dolly's nipples a hard squeeze.
"Nnh, nnh," Dolly shook her head furiously as she let out pained nasal whines.
"Mmm yeah whimper for me you little bitch," Rose growled delightedly. "You want me to stop?"
"Uh huh," Dolly nodded desperately.
"You want me to stop?" she said again, amused smirk on her face.
"Please!"
Alright..." and so she released Dolly's nipples. Dolly breathed a sigh of relief that turned into a yelp of pain as Rose drove her cock back inside.
Rose cackled at this. "Ohhh take it you little slut. God, I wish my dick was big enough to rip you apart. Would you like that?" She thrust in sharply again.
"Argh! No..."
"No?" She ran her hands up to Dolly's neck and squeezed her throat hard. "What if I just wrung your neck, huh? What if I crushed the life out of you? Would you like that?"
