Kent was jogging when he first received the message. He had really started exercising more when his life hit the skids last month, and it helped him to relax and forget about things. First, his girlfriend April abruptly dumped him. Since they had only been going out for three weeks, he wasn't all that distraught. When his car was graffitied with a surprisingly detailed, though anatomically implausible scene of Ollie the Eagle, their school mascot, fucking him in the ass, he took it in stride. Fraternity pranks happen, and he had insurance. He figured it had to be payback from his enemy, Javier, for the beating he had given him, as well as the handful of racial slurs Kent had carved on Javier's door with his pocket knife in the days after the assholes at Alpha Delta had taken the thug's side over his.
Little things started to add up until it got way out of hand, though. On class days, Kent would return to find all his beer gone, or his hard drive erased; once, Kent even found a piece of shit in his bed. Living in the Delta Ep house, he couldn't understand how this kind of thing was happening. His brothers claimed never to see anyone entering or leaving his room. When he finally exploded in rage at the frat president for the way he was being treated, they bounced him immediately. Not Delta Ep material, they said.
At his lowest point, though, he had met Candace. Candace didn't scream sex like his last girlfriend April, but she was still hot, if a bit more demure. Candace wore her strawberry-blonde hair back in a pony tail and always seemed to be in athletic gear. Her short nylon running shorts always left her long, toned legs available for male students and more than a few female ones to gawk at when she jogged through campus. Those legs culminated in a truly fantastic ass; despite all the running, she never lost that soft feminine jiggle that drove Kent wild. Although she was actually a minister's daughter, Candace was anything but a prude. There was nothing more that Kent liked but to watch her cherry red lips slide up and down his cock. She didn't stay a virgin long when they met, and Kent initiated her, however clumsily, into the pleasures of sex. They had connected immediately, though, even before getting physical. The past few weeks had been much better. Candace was his perfect angel.
The second Kent pulled up the message and looked at the picture attached, he turned in the opposite direction and started running back towards campus. He broke into a sprint, hoping the physical exertion and adrenaline would clear his mind of thoughts. He ran all the way back to Ryerly Hall, the dorm where Candace lived. Banging on her door with what energy remained him, Kent looked like a lunatic when Candace opened the door, her warm smile replaced by an immediate look of alarm.
Out of breath and delirious with rage, Kent spit out in staccato:
"DON'T. FUCKING. TALK. TO. ME. AGAIN."
With the last word he held up the phone to Candace, sticking it close into her face, so her eyes momentarily had to adjust as she backpedaled to see the image.
Her concern melted into horror and confusion.
"Kent...I...I don't understand."
Kent, catching his breath, turned, slammed the door, and started to cry. The image of Candace, surrounded by cocks and coated in semen, was burned into his mind.
It must be that fucking Simon,
he thought.
***
There was only a week until Halloween and so much left to do. Simon shifted in his seat and leaned into whisper something into the ear of April Nelson. April was one of the "maids" for the Alpha Delta fraternity and a virtual addict to Effitol, the powerful hallucinogen-cum-aphrodisiac that had led her to physical euphoria but psychological torture.
"I have your costume picked out for Halloween. You're coming to the party," he told her directly, without a hint of asking.
"I'll go, but I'm not...," she hesitated. "You're not going to do anything to me. We had a deal."
"I've never forced you to do a goddamn thing," Simon reminded her. "But I have a feeling you'll enjoy this party one way or another."
"So, you've been busy, huh?"
April thought Simon was still talking to her and almost responded. She even felt a weird thrill for him to take any interest in her life. Although part of her hated him, she had developed a strange, shameful attraction to him over the past two months. He really had kept his word, even though her girlfriend Claire, another of Simon's "maids," ended up paying the price.
"Yeah, man, there's like ..." Javier paused as if counting a bit in his head, "six now."
He chuckled a bit but stifled it. They were in the middle of a lecture, after all, and though Professor Baker didn't seem the type to throw students out of class, there was still no point in drawing attention. April realized that, once again, Simon was ignoring her to talk to Javier.
Why did he make me sit with them anyway if he doesn't want to talk to me?
"You're sure they'll all be ready for the event?"
As always, April tried to be discrete about listening in when Simon spoke.
"Well, your boys got homegirl last night, you know, Kent's new bitch? Fuckers nutted all over her sent him a picture. I thought
you
were rough."
Javier continued. "You got the rug munchers—" here he gestured to April—"and the German chick, Steffi. Then the blonde one, Chastity, makes five. Shit, I was counting those Chinese girls as one, Hannah and... the other one. So, it's seven. "
More girls to humiliate and degrade,
April thought.
I ended up lucky.
Though she was just as hooked on getting high and fucking on F as ever before, she had found the perfect situation: April kicked in her one pill a week and Claire her three. They always took them together, and from there the hours-long fuckfest would begin.
For April, this was a safe, effective way to get her fix and get off. The problem was that, unlike Claire, she wasn't really even bi-sexual. Without drugs, she had little interest in sex with Claire. When she went down on Claire, which had become an almost daily occurrence at this point, it was largely from a sense of obligation. April knew that those two extra pills a week meant that Claire wasn't just cleaning the Alpha Delta house in a skimpy maid's uniform—she was in all likelihood sucking a lot of cock, or worse.
What was even more ironic about the situation was that Claire, who April thought might actually be a full-on gay, never ate pussy. Instead, she preferred bending April over the bed and using her strap-on to fuck her doggystyle, like a man would. The sight of tiny, girlish Claire dominating the taller, curvier April would have been a little funny if it hadn't been so erotic. April actually preferred it that way too, as this way she could imagine that it wasn't the tiny girl fucking her, but instead a strong, powerful man. Increasingly, she had even come to fantasize that it was Simon who was stuffing her pussy with his cock, even though April had never even seen Simon nude.
"Good work," Simon told Javier. "I've already got their sizes and picked out their costumes. You just need to get them to the house on time next week."
"A'ight," Javier said. He leaned across Simon to look at April, grabbing her attention.
"You know your girl's gettin' it double today. She's got next week off."
April silently trembled. She didn't want to imagine what Simon had Claire doing in the filthy frat house today. She was a little happy, though, to know that Claire wouldn't have to work on Halloween, even though they were both required to go to the party.
"We do have one problem," Javier told Simon, slouching back into his seat. "The Friday girl is losing it, I hear."
Chastity Summers, Simon's Friday maid, had been active in the campus Christian community and a fairly innocent girl before Simon seduced her and turned her into a cum dumpster for the fraternity. Although by that point she had probably swallowed a gallon of semen, she never adjusted to the taste. More than once, she had rushed into the frat's bathroom and violently expelled large quantities of cum into the toilet. After vomiting, she would be forced to compose herself and quickly return to the thankless task of sucking off the frat brothers, or rimming them and letting them cum in her mouth—
countless depraved acts that her mind could never have conceived of before Simon got to her.
"I think you mighta pushed her too hard," Javier continued. "She don't go to Church Club anymore, she looks like shit now. She's not—" Javier looked for the right word "—
adjusting. She's getting worse."
Dealing with this problem was the last thing Simon needed right now. In just a week, the national trustees of Alpha Delta would be visiting the Armstrong chapter. Since AD was founded at Armstrong, they always paid special attention to what went on there. Simon's father would be among the group of elder statesmen, officially there to assess Chad's tenure as president. Simon knew that instead the inspection was about him, his actions in seizing power in the fraternity and, eventually, the college at large. If the trustees approved of his actions, it would set him on the path to power he had always imagined. Simon's plans for the Halloween party, his work "re-purposing" the sub-basement, the maids, even his sham relationship with Katie: all of it was leading up to this visit.
"Look," Simon barked at Javier, before relaizing the venom in his voice and modulating his tone. "I could use your help here."
"I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do. I ain't exactly her favorite person."
Simon realized that Javier didn't get it. He was operating under the assumption that turning Chastity into the frat's personal cum bucket made her hate him. Simon didn't see normals that way—they all wanted, one or another, to be used by someone greater than themselves. Even Javier was an example of that. Javier only needed to ease the transition for her, help her come to accept her place in the world without the kind of shame and self-hatred that could lead her to dangerous and unpredictable acting out.
