Sarah's a Good Roommate
This is the first story I've ever actually written out - please feel free to give me any feedback. 'Happy' to take anything that's mean and misogynistic!
This story is inspired by the Good Roommate Roulette hosted on Fap Roulette written by the gorgeous Final Destination. There's also a chat about this on Final Destination's Discord Server - the Last Stop
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Sarah's a Good Roommate - Chapter 1
Thursday evening, 7pm
Sarah stood in the open plan living area of her flat. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she took a sip of water trying to wet her dry mouth. She had just buzzed him in through the building door downstairs wouldn't be long till...
*Knock knock knock*
She jumped a little, some of the water spilling over her fingers. Putting the glass down on her breakfast bar, she heads to the door, silently in her slippers on the hard wooden floor. Her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the flat door getting closer as she heads to it. Seeing her embarrassed face, but thankful that she decided to put her comfy tracksuit on this morning. Warm, grey, baggy and hiding her curves.
*knock knock knock*
Her hand shaking on the lock. She turns the handle and pulls the door inwards, stepping back a little. He is standing there. First thought is of relief. He must be in his late 20s, tall, and doesn't look too badly dressed in a jumper and jeans. This could have been a lot worse. Nice hair, clean shaven the type of guy she could see herself attracted to, if they weren't meeting like this. Their eyes meet his eyes having scanned her from foot to head. A nice friendly grin on his face.
She holds out her hand. 'Hi, I'm Sarah.'
Sarah had decided to treat this like it was a normal thing. A new potential roommate looking around. If she broke at all or let the reality of this creep in then she feared it would all be downhill from there. She certainly wasn't going to call him by his discord handle - 'CuntMaster'.
He smiled, a nice smile, maybe this wouldn't be that bad, maybe he was just after a flat.
'Of course you are you stupid fucking cunt.' He snapped, making Sarah's smile fade.
'Stand nose to the wall you fucking cunt, hands on your head'
She turns to face the wall, pressing her nose against the off-white wall her shaking hands on her head as the door closed. He moved to stand behind her, close, his breath on the side of her face.
'I can show myself around a flat. I'm not fucking stupid. Unlike you. What kind of stupid cunt thinks volunteering for something like this is a good idea. How fucking stupid are you. All that shit you were saying in the chat. fucking stupid. you stay here so you don't fuck anything else off'
Then he moved off. Sarah stood there, her cute little nose pressed to the wall, her eyes looking to the left as he walked into the flat.
Sarah stood there for what seemed an age but was probably only 5 or 10 mins flinching each time there was a loud crash of a door or something else. He seemed to be deliberately trying to be as noisy as possible.
'Sarah, come through here.'
She lowered her arms and walked down the short hallway, past the doors to the toilet, coat and laundry cupboard into the open plan living space early evening light streaming in through the floor ceilings windows leading out to the small terrace. Her flat has a large area with sitting area, nice sofa and armchair arranged around a coffee table facing and facing the wall mounted TV, a small round dining table with 4 chairs, an open plan kitchen separated from the rest of the space with a matching breakfast bar.
He was standing at the breakfast bar, some papers on the bar.
'Sign, cunt, then nose on the window, you know what to do with your hands' is all he says, she walks over taking the pen. The papers, the rental agreement? are a few pages but most are folded over. All Sarah can see is where she must sign. She fills in her name, the date and signs, and then walks to put her nose on the glass wall looking out over her balcony to the flats over the road. She can hear him shuffling, then he is behind her again.
'You can stay like this till I leave the flat, roommate. you are fucking stupid aren't you. Watching hypnosis videos to make sure you must follow this - yes, the moderator told me that was your idea. Stupid. That and not even reading the contract. I need to go - better things to do that talk to you. I'll be moving in on Saturday, and we'll have two very long years as roommates. I will have a lot of fun, you maybe not, but then you did say you wanted the 'volunteer' to be miserable. Well, I guess that's you, roomie. Don't worry about being here on Saturday, I grabbed your keys from the side. I trust you have a spare somewhere'
She squeaked, bashing her nose on the door as he spanked her ass hard. She heard his footsteps then the flat door slam. She relaxed, dashing to check he was gone and to double lock the door. Leaning against it, she felt the urge deep in her groin. Oh god, not now. Numb she walked into her bedroom and paused at the door. The bed sheets thrown back, contents from her walk-in wardrobe, mostly her underwear, scattered on the floor over her bedroom. A bit teary, she lays on her bed, one hand sliding into her tracksuit bottoms, into her panties to find her pussy. Groaning with pleasure, she opens the discord app on her phone as he fingers work on her hot needy engorged clit.
Opening her thread 'Sarah's a Good Roommate' she starts typing
<Update from today, I have a new roommate. He will be moving in in two days.>
She types, edging herself as the torrent of mocking abuse floods the thread.
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The day before, Wednesday
Sarah had got home on time for this even though the big event was going to be at 10pm. She worked for an accounting firm in London and made sure she left exactly on time at 5pm despite a few strange looks and had skipped her usual Wednesday night gym class for this. After she got home, she showered changed into her PJs getting everything laid out and read for the evening's fun. She delayed turning her iPad joining the chat.
She put this off till about 7:30, by which time it was twilight outside and her blinds closed. Her TV was on but not being watch attention to as she curled up on her sofa under a blanket. Her iPad on her lap, one hand delaying with the glass of wine and her other iPad down her shorts gently caressing her intimate lips.
The channel on Discord was very active. A counter at the top of the screen counting down to 10pm, the counter started a month ago. She'd found this site a while ago and been... well obsessed was the right word. Every month some stupid volunteers started doing one of the 'roulettes' the site promoted. Very stupid volunteers to be honest, but that was their problem. She struggled to see why they did it and went through what they did. But she didn't mind, instead she found the idea incredibly arousing. Very arousing, she'd been watching this channel for a few months, but this was the first time she was an active 'supporter'. Getting to chat to the volunteer, discuss with others how to make the 'experience the most memorable possible' for the volunteer
She was so excited, carefully putting the glass down she taps out [I hope she's fucking miserable, hope its straight 6s.]
'depends on the roles, luck or not of the dice' 'We should get the volunteer to have Bad Gambler set'
Her hand busy in her shorts as she taps away. [there should be a setting for very, very stupid and incredibly bad luck gambler. Imagine our volunteer having to put that on and still roll, knowing everything will be a 6 anyway! Bet they'd cry]
Sarah decides to stop typing, instead watching the steady flow of nasty comments down the screen. The clock at the top of the screen now at 5mins. 5 more minutes till this month's stupid volunteer is revealed. She downs the remains of her glass and then sits up a little to top it up. Putting it down on the side, she lays back, her legs spread and her hands caressing her body. She's very close. Biting her lip as she moans not yet. She's going to wait. When the clock gets to zero and then new volunteer is introduced. Then she'd cum and cum hard. A hand snaking under her top to get to her breast. The clock is very close, she's very close.
1min left... blink...
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2 and a half months ago
Sarah always thought of herself as a good girl, and most people she ever met thought the same. Most people liked her, but many found her annoying Good looking but never needed to trade on this. She was naturally smart and intelligent - success came easy at her private school and top uni. Athletic and sporty, a natural leader at school and since. A young feminist, with a trust fund - she was going to be very successful in life.
But Sarah had a dark side that sometimes reared its ugly head. Sometimes, with being the best with everything she did came the thought that she was better than most. When she was 15, she spent a term bullying a new girl. Although it was something she was ashamed of and had never really spoken about; it also gave her a little bit of a thrill - the enjoyment of being the best, in control, tormenting other people. Didn't think about it a lot, but the shame that came with it now was more about the pleasure of putting someone down. She'd moved on from that when she discovered sex just after her 16th birthday, sex and self-pleasure. She'd had a few semi-serious boyfriends since, only going for the best and being thoughtful about her urges.
Then she got back home on Friday evening after drinking with friends. She'd been single for 5 months mainly due to a mixture of being busy at work and high standards. Tipsy she decided she was going to play with herself, but maybe first she should get some inspiration from the internet
It was that night she discovered the discord site. Led there via a trail of increasingly kinky and dangerous links from her first google search 'teen bullied'. It was sometime after 3am when she fell asleep on her sofa, having orgasmed 4 or maybe 5 times so intensely whilst reading the roulettes and the report from a volunteer being a doormat
A week later, the following Friday, she was back at the site, drink in hand, reading the roulettes and more reports.
She returned the following Tuesday drawn back by the site; she started chatting with the other
Watchers. That evening she registered what she thought was a fun name Miserycordia - her fun take on a word meaning mercy and compassion, of which she showed none to the volunteers reporting their roulettes. The site had 7 women, and they were always female currently going through roulettes, one of whom had been playing for over a year. Some of the girls' experiences were vanilla so far, but most of the reports were pretty bad and you could almost sense the tears in the updates. Instead of sympathy, Sarah enjoying teasing, mocking, demeaning them - after all they consented to this and kept doing what was asked of them!
A week after that she discovered the next layer in the discord server. The chat was all full of a new volunteer starting in a month's time, and some of the regulars she'd struck up chats with saying they were applying to be supervisors. As she chatted that night Sarah discovered she'd been one of the 'watchers' so far. A valued but low level of the community that read the reports, enjoyed them and chatted about them. But, for every volunteer there were eight supervisors - they got to select the roulette, had more access to the volunteers and got to figure out how where to set the right balance of fun to mean. Sarah went to sleep that night feeling like she was missing out on something fun.
Sarah was on the site a week later, when the notification came up asking for people who wanted to be supervisors for the next volunteer. Eagerly Sarah clicked and after watching a short introductory video she submitted her application.
