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.
