The CUNT Rapist

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story setup
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Alex fell asleep after raping Daniel. She woke up with a hurricane of emotions and at first agonized over what she did. Then, she overheard Daniel and a group of friends make fun of the situation. She realized anyone who talked wouldn't be taken seriously, and the darkness within her grew.

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Chapter 8 - The Morning After

Something didn’t feel right. I was naked in a large bed but not underneath the covers? My legs felt like I ran a marathon. There was also this sticky, sweaty feeling on my lady parts. “Ugh,” I groaned and felt something beside me. Not something, someone. I blinked, the memories of last night came flooding back to my brain. I forced myself onto one of my classmates at a frat house party, I thought to myself in amazement.

Daniel lay on his back with his eyes wide open. He just stared at the ceiling and kept blinking. A real life example of a catatonic state from my knowledge of psychology. His eyes looked haunted. “What did I do?” I whispered. My emotions mixed together in a melting pot of madness. A nauseating swirl of guilt gnawed at my conscience, the fear of getting caught prickled at the edge of my mind, a rush of triumphant power, and it all clashed in a hurricane of confusion inside me.

I quickly got dressed and pulled my phone from my pocket. It was 5:00 am. Daniel just continued to lay there like a rotting corpse, just staring at the ceiling. “Meh, someone will find him. He’ll be fine,” I told myself. Part of me knew that being in a stupor wasn’t actually fine, but I suppressed it. I left the room to find bodies strewn all over the frat house. These people partied hard. “Yeah,” I muttered to myself, “Daniel isn’t the only one here naked. He’ll be fine.” I continued to suppress the psychological part of me trying to scream out "no he's not fine." Aside from the occasional bump into trash, I managed to navigate my way out of the frat house with no trouble. A few people groaned, but nobody truly noticed me.

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“Socrates learned by asking questions!” Sums snapped awake when I entered our dorm room. My emotions were so warped that I accidentally slammed the door. I cringed “Sorry,” I said “didn’t mean to wake you.” She blinked. Once, twice, three times. Her nose sniffed the air and her eyes sparkled. “Ooo I know that smell,” she grinned. “Look at you! Coming out of your shell,” she praised now wide awake. “Who’s the lucky guy?” “Um…it’s…” I couldn’t look her in the eye, “complicated…” I quietly said. Sums’ face fell. “Oh. She paused for a moment and asked in a scared, quiet voice. “Did he…” she hesitated, “did he do it like Cook’s Creek.”

Goddamn Sums could read people well. She was nearly on the nose with that one. “No, no not like that,” I reassured her. “I just…don’t exactly remember his name…” I finished lamely. Sums eyebrows rose. I sighed, and didn't even have to fake a weary face. “Sorry, I’ve been scatterbrained ever since” an idea of deflection popped into my head, and it was brilliant because it was true. “Well,” I said “The therapist I saw, she didn’t listen to a word I said and at the end of the session she recommended her book.” Sums frowned. “You told her about your depression and…other things…yet all she did was recommend a book?” I nodded “A book she wrote,” I clarified.

Sums’ eyes flashed with fire, her face twisted with righteous anger. “Oh hell no! That’s not ok, Alex! You need to report that!” Uh oh, I thought, telling her this wasn’t such a good idea after all. “Yeah,” I agreed, then thought quickly, “but first bed. I didn’t exactly get any last night. Sleep that is, got plenty of the other.” Sums opened her mouth and paused. Her emotions warred on her face. Humor ended up winning, she couldn’t suppress a giggle at what I said. “Ok,” she agreed “But you report it after you’ve gotten your rest!”

Sums left to get an early start for the day since she was already awake, and she figured I wouldn’t want to be disturbed. That left me alone with my own warring emotions. Guilt gnawed at my conscience, guilt that I no longer had the energy to suppress. I hadn’t ever done something this big before and never felt so guilty. Every time I heard a bump I wondered if the bump was for me. At one point I thought I heard sirens, but I guess I imagined them. I hid underneath the covers in an illusion of safety. Eventually, exhaustion won and I went into a fitful sleep.

***

That Monday on the way to class, I saw Daniel around a group of three guys. They were talking in hushed tones near the library. One of them I recognized as Stan, the guy who nearly threw up on my shoes after the awful counseling session. I stayed out of sight and got within listening distance. “Guys, I’m being serious,” Daniel said sounding distraught. “This really fat chick forced herself on me.” Stan laughed, “Bro, there were like 20 people who remember you shouting about getting laid and that you sounded like Austin Powers.” “I heard it,” a second voice said then continued “You got laid dude you should be proud of knocking that off your college bucket list.”

“Dude,” Daniel insisted “I thought Tonya was upstairs. That’s what that fat chick said.” “Dan, Dan, Dan,” the voice of the third guy said “you’re confused man. You pretended to fuck Tonya while you fucked another girl. You went to bed at 2 with a 10 and woke up at 10 with a 2. That’s literally a song. Everyone who drinks does it at some point. That doesn’t mean it’s rape.” “Yeah,” Stan’s voice chimed in, “bad sex doesn’t mean rape dude. Don’t be a pussy and just own up to your mistake.” “Man fuck you guys, the fat chick really did it.” Daniel’s voice sounded loud at first then drifted further away. I peeked to see if he left the group. He did.

“What a weird guy,” Stan said. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do.” “Oh dude! I just got it!” the third guy sounded excited. “Bro is trying to make an urban legend of” he paused for a moment “The CUNT rapist!” The three guys howled with laughter, and I’m not ashamed to admit I found that one funny. I held in my laughter so I could sneak away inconspicuously, and it was not easy. “CUNT rapist at the CUNT party!” More howls of laughter thundered behind me, and I couldn’t help but laugh myself. Thankfully by the time I laughed I was far enough away where they didn't hear me. Or if they did, they didn't associate me with what happened.

The urban legend angle awoke something sinister in me. I had gotten away with it, I wasn’t the only “fat chick” at the college, and people would dismiss any report of a female rapist as part of a joke. My guilt faded, after all Daniel was fine! I should have been afraid of the darkness with in me. Instead, I relished in it. That day during classes I didn’t actually pay attention. I just sat there and took advantage of being unnoticed all the time. The whole day I was on autopilot. My brain went through the logistics of another victim, and it had to be soon. My pussy hungered for more.

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[Claire]

@RapeU Of all the stories I read from you up to this point, this is the best one by far for me. Even without you mentioning your personal history with depression, it's easy to recognize that this one is personal for you. Let me say what I really like about this.

First, I think the story is a great example of an author writing a first person protagonist that's not their own gender. We had some discussions here and there about men writing female first person protagonists and how they worried that might be weird. I think your story is a great example of how to do that. You just write a person and stop viewing the other gender as some mystical being that's fundamentally incomprehensible to you and you just end up with a compelling character.

Second, I like the time you took for the buildup of this. I love how you actually give the dialogue room to breathe (could be even a little more sometimes) and how other characters like the roommate feel like a real person too and not just like an extra. This is really first and foremost a story and not just an excuse to write a sex/rape scene. I hope you keep that up and give us multiple chapters of no sex in between rapes from now on too.

Third, to further elaborate on the dialogue. Compared to your very early stories, the dialogue feels very natural here. Maybe that's because you're very familiar with the college setting, maybe it's just your growing experience as a writer. Whatever the reason is I think this is great.


I overall really enjoyed what I read so far - a lot - so take the following remarks as minor suggestions or wishes on my part, not as a devastating critique.

I think that the start of the story is ironically the weakest part. First you give us a lot of exposition and then you rush us a bit through to the "her prom date is gay" reveal (I did like the awkwardness of the first sex though). You have this great line during the dance scene in chapter 1.

I mumbled a thank you, not believing him for a second. The maroon dress I'd picked was the only one in the plus-size section that didn't make me look like I was wearing a tent. Still, the compliment made my heart flutter.

This brief reflection on Alex' part tells us almost all we need to know: She is overweight, has low self-esteem, struggles with her weight but is so starved for some genuine affection from a boy that even a compliment she identifies as hollow makes her heart flutter. Great line, does a lot of heavy lifting with very little. So my recommendation would be to throw the reader faster into this dance scene, communicate her insecurity about her weight through that reaction, and get rid of all this in the opening:

I felt out of place because I see myself as fat and unattractive. Each day I step onto the bathroom scale with a hopeful heart, wishing for numbers to dip below 200, but they stubbornly refuse to budge. What frustrates me the most are my breasts, they are small in comparison to my large frame. As a young child at water parks, I would always laugh at people who had “cottage cheese” arms, legs, and thighs. By the time I hit 6th grade I had become the punchline of my own joke. My weight wasn’t “cottage cheese” bad, but I had a feeling I’d get there eventually. Pretty much if you took all the undesirable body parts from both sides of my family and mixed it all together in a box of diarrhea as a grotesque concoction, you’d end up with me.

But that’s not the worst part, the worst was my twin brother J.J. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but he’s everything I’m not. He’s popular, a natural athlete, good looking with a dazzling smile that seems to light up a room, outgoing with a laugh that draws people in, and perfectly comfortable in his own skin. Imagine taking all the best features from our mom and dad, blending them with qualities that everyone admires, and you’d have my brother. My brother is genuinely the nicest guy you'll ever meet, always ready with a kind word or helping hand. He’s constantly looked out for me, even going so far as to try to pull me into the popular crowd, but it just wasn't meant to be my scene. I'm pretty sure his popularity shielded me from bullies, with his friends watching out for me, too, but it couldn’t stop me from being my own worst enemy. I still put myself down from time to time, especially after what I’ve done and what I’m afraid I might do next. Oops, I skipped ahead. Let’s go back to prom night.

You reveal all her insecurities about her weight through that simple reaction to the compliment. And the part about her brother you could include when she suspects that her date was set up by her brother. Shorten the exposition about J.J. a bit and add it when it would naturally occur to her when she feels rejected. Then we as readers would immediately be emotionally invested into learning about him rather than getting an exposition dump out of nowhere.


A second thing I would change is this: The bullying seems to come only from men in your story. But I would suspect that girls/women would give her a hard time, too. Not only would that feel more real to me, it would automatically elevate her roommate with her cheerful, accepting attitude in the eyes of the reader.

And third: You portray her depression really great. But you might be depicting Alex to be a bit one note. Other than her being overweight, socially awkward and being interested in psychology to understand herself we know little about her. You had this conversation between her and this guy during the party that seemed to go well until she asked for his number (nice touch btw to show her asking here rather than waiting for him to ask). You could have shown us how they shared an interest maybe. Maybe Alex had an interest she liked as a child like horse riding but gave it up because she thought an overweight woman riding a horse looks ridiculous? But she's still into horses? Maybe she's a Star Trek nerd? Whatever it is, add some flavor to her, I think it would do the story and her character well.

And finally: I would really like to get a hint how much of the rejection she feels is actual bullying (which is definitely there, I got that) and how much is her internalized lack of self-worth. Are there instances where she feels rejected, interprets a look or comment as mean that wasn't directed at her? Did she miss a boy's genuine attention in the past because she doesn't even consider that a possibility?

One suggestion for a future development: Once she has raped two or three guys, it might be interesting to introduce a guy who is genuinely attracted to her, maybe because he senses her new confidence. I think that could add some nice tension to the story if she finally gets what she wanted all along but now risks destroying it because she's so high on feeling powerful after the rapes that she can't stop. Oh, and I would also love to see the brother make an apeearance at some point.

I'm really into this, @RapeU. Keep going!

[RapeU]

@RapeU Of all the stories I read from you up to this point, this is the best one by far for me. Even without you mentioning your personal history with depression, it's easy to recognize that this one is personal for you. Let me say what I really like about this.

First, I think the story is a great example of an author writing a first person protagonist that's not their own gender. We had some discussions here and there about men writing female first person protagonists and how they worried that might be weird. I think your story is a great example of how to do that. You just write a person and stop viewing the other gender as some mystical being that's fundamentally incomprehensible to you and you just end up with a compelling character.

Second, I like the time you took for the buildup of this. I love how you actually give the dialogue room to breathe (could be even a little more sometimes) and how other characters like the roommate feel like a real person too and not just like an extra. This is really first and foremost a story and not just an excuse to write a sex/rape scene. I hope you keep that up and give us multiple chapters of no sex in between rapes from now on too.

Third, to further elaborate on the dialogue. Compared to your very early stories, the dialogue feels very natural here. Maybe that's because you're very familiar with the college setting, maybe it's just your growing experience as a writer. Whatever the reason is I think this is great.

Thank you, this helps motivate me to continue this. I feel like this story is going in just the right direction too. I put parts of myself into Alex, so it's easy to jump in her head and write from her perspective.

I overall really enjoyed what I read so far - a lot - so take the following remarks as minor suggestions or wishes on my part, not as a devastating critique.

I think that the start of the story is ironically the weakest part. First you give us a lot of exposition and then you rush us a bit through to the "her prom date is gay" reveal (I did like the awkwardness of the first sex though).

Yeah, the hardest part of writing this was getting started. I drew a map of the town (that got lost because I forgot to save it before a computer update but I still have it in my head so it's ok) then wrote 3 or 4 different openings to the story. I couldn't decide between starting where she was already at college then doing a few flashbacks, or keeping the story on a linear timeline where we don't go back in time aside from "this character made me feel like this time I already mentioned." A linear timeline seemed more simple.

You reveal all her insecurities about her weight through that simple reaction to the compliment. And the part about her brother you could include when she suspects that her date was set up by her brother. Shorten the exposition about J.J. a bit and add it when it would naturally occur to her when she feels rejected. Then we as readers would immediately be emotionally invested into learning about him rather than getting an exposition dump out of nowhere.

Yeah, that was the opening struggle I had. How do I get the reader to know about how Alex feels about her relationship with J.J.? At the time of the first chapter, I hadn't created Sums' character yet. Now that I've gotten inside Sums' head I could shorten J.J.'s description in chapter 1 and tweak it into dialogue when Alex and Sums first meet. That way the reader gets a chance to know more about both characters.

A second thing I would change is this: The bullying seems to come only from men in your story. But I would suspect that girls/women would give her a hard time, too. Not only would that feel more real to me, it would automatically elevate her roommate with her cheerful, accepting attitude in the eyes of the reader.

Interestingly one of the openings to the story I wrote was a bathroom scene where two pretty girls walk in after Alex flushes the toilet and have a conversation. They notice Alex, but keep their distance like they're trying to not get sick from being too close to her. I abandoned that scene because I couldn't envision "what happens next." But now, that bathroom scene can fit right in as a time filler between raping men.

And third: You portray her depression really great. But you might be depicting Alex to be a bit one note. Other than her being overweight, socially awkward and being interested in psychology to understand herself we know little about her. You had this conversation between her and this guy during the party that seemed to go well until she asked for his number (nice touch btw to show her asking here rather than waiting for him to ask). You could have shown us how they shared an interest maybe. Maybe Alex had an interest she liked as a child like horse riding but gave it up because she thought an overweight woman riding a horse looks ridiculous? But she's still into horses? Maybe she's a Star Trek nerd? Whatever it is, add some flavor to her, I think it would do the story and her character well.

Mmm, that's a nice idea. I can use a real conversation I had with someone about Star Wars and slip a few lines of dialogue in that chapter.

And finally: I would really like to get a hint how much of the rejection she feels is actual bullying (which is definitely there, I got that) and how much is her internalized lack of self-worth. Are there instances where she feels rejected, interprets a look or comment as mean that wasn't directed at her?

A good bit is internalized. This part for example:

One of them caught sight of me and nudged his buddy. "Dude, check out the fat chick," he snickered, his voice carrying despite the background noise. "Bet she could drink us all under the table."

We're hearing this from Alex's perspective, which is a warped version of events because she feels so out of place at the moment and her thoughts are poison to her mental state. She assumes the guy was making fun of her just like she assumes when people refer to her as J.J.'s sister they think "ugly sister."

But for that particular frat guy, a drinking contest could have been in his mind a reason to admire Alex instead of make fun of her, and that partially answers your next question:

Did she miss a boy's genuine attention in the past because she doesn't even consider that a possibility?

Oh yeah, that's a certainty.

One suggestion for a future development: Once she has raped two or three guys, it might be interesting to introduce a guy who is genuinely attracted to her, maybe because he senses her new confidence. I think that could add some nice tension to the story if she finally gets what she wanted all along but now risks destroying it because she's so high on feeling powerful after the rapes that she can't stop.

Yes! That's in my head. Having sex changes your disposition, Alex having confidence will have the effect of more and more people noticing her - which is not ideal because she now wants to stay unnoticed.

Oh, and I would also love to see the brother make an apeearance at some point.

Another part in my head. How when she gets caught and thrown in jail her parents are too ashamed to come see her, so they send J.J. to express their disapproval at her instead.

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: F solo masturbation
Content Warnings: Fantasizing about rape
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Alex can't help but fantasize and draw lewd drawings in her notebook during class. Then she goes to the bathroom to have some "her" time. Then Sums tells her about a party the next night.

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Chapter 9 - Feeling Myself

On Tuesday I sat in my U.S. History class and pretended to take notes. I thought about what I did to Daniel while the professor droned on about something. There was this burning desire to rape someone again, but not with Daniel. He probably wouldn’t fall for the same bait twice even if he was drunk. Maybe the professor would make a nice victim. He wasn’t bad looking and even had a wedding ring on his finger. But how could I trick this older, yet still pleasing to the eye, man?

‘Hmmmmm…’ I thought to myself ‘Should I stay after class?’ I discretely drew a dick inside my notebook. ‘No, that wouldn’t work.’ I tried drawing a guy around the dick and it didn’t work quite right, so I turned the page to try again. ‘Students that passed by would be able to hear any commotion. Office hours?’ This time I started with the face of the guy and head surrounding the face. ‘Other people might be around so that’s a no go.’ I tried to draw tape instead of a mouth to show the guy was gagged. It didn’t look perfect, but it wasn’t bad. 'I don't know where he lives, but the university probably has a database with that info.' I managed to draw the neck and the torso. It was better than the stick figures I normally drew. 'No, that would be too risky and could leave a trail right to me.' I drew a floppy dick at his midsection. This one wasn't bad, not bad at all.

I doodled and schemed possibilities until I noticed my classmates leaving. It took a moment for my brain to snap back to reality. Did anyone see my drawings? No one looked like they had seen anything out of the ordinary. I quickly tucked the notebook in my backpack then left the class without looking at anyone in the eye. My emotions were a hurricane of chaos again. Something was wrong with me, I shouldn’t have these kind of thoughts. I felt myself start to breathe heavy in panic. What was I becoming?

Instead of going to my next class, I took a detour to the restroom. No one else was inside. Perfect. I went in a stall, dropped my backpack, pants and panties, sat on the toilet, locked the door, and took a few deep breaths. My panties were a little wet, I realized, along with my womanhood. It still burned with desire. ‘Maybe if I play with myself,’ I thought. My hand went down there and I slowly started to rub myself while replaying the events of the frat house party in my head.

“Mmmm” I involuntarily moaned. My index finger slid in and I gasped. With my other hand I covered my mouth using the side of my thumb and index finger to simulate how I had kissed Daniel. “mm mm mm mm mm mm mm” I panted and moaned as I fingered my hungry pussy. It was nowhere near as good as cock, but it would do for now. In out, in out, faster, faster, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I pictured Daniel underneath my heavy body, unable to push me off of him. MM, MM, MM, MMMM. His cock deep inside me. MMMM, MMMMMM, MMMMM. So close, I was so close, yeah, yeah, yeah YEAH, MMMMMMMMMMM! Juices exploded all over my hand and onto the toilet.

I took one last deep breath and realized I felt a lot better. Did anyone hear me? I peaked out of the stall to find no one around. My hands needed to be washed. Well, one hand anyway. I put my backpack on with one strap so I wouldn't get gunk on it. It was annoying to carry it this way, but more annoying to have to clean the gunk off. As I approached the sink, two girls that looked like the plastics from Mean Girls came giggling into the bathroom. They paused for a moment when they saw me. “Ew,” I heard one of them whisper. I let out an annoyed sigh and washed as fast as possible.

When I left the sink to get paper towels, they both filled the space I was just in as if I were never there. “People like that are so gross,” one of them whispered. “Shhh, someone might hear you,” the other whispered. Irritated, I crumpled up the paper towel and left the bathroom in a huff. As I left I heard the second one go “Eeeew, gross someone peed all over one of the toilet seats.” I thought I heard the other one vomit. “Serves you right bitches,” I said and felt proud of myself. Usually an encounter like that would have made me feel like someone stabbed me in the gut. Today I barely cared.

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“Alex, you seem different somehow,” Sums said when I walked into the dorm later that night. “Yeah,” I agreed and nodded. “I feel different after I came out of my shell last weekend.” She squealed and gave me a big hug. I’m not normally a huggy person, but you really couldn’t say no to a hug from Sums. “Ok, so” she said with glitter in her eyes, “there’s supposed to be a mid week party at the old abandoned mansion across from the railroad tracks tomorrow night.” I frowned and furrowed my brow. “Isn’t Cook Manor supposed to be haunted by the ghost of a cook?” Who comes up with this kind of stuff? I wondered as I repeated the legend. Sums shrugged “I dunno. I heard that too. That’s why I’m going to see for myself.” I blinked, “Wait are we even allowed there?” She grinned, eyes sparkled with hidden knowledge. “It’s owned by Cook College and I've heard they milk that mansion like a cow during Halloween," she explained. Her grin grew wider "So, it's not like other abandoned places that nobody ever goes to. As long as we leave it the way we found it we should be ok.”

I thought about something then let out a quick giggle before suppressing it. A questioning look painted itself on Sums’ face. “What?” It was my turn for my eyes to sparkle. “If it’s owned by the college,” I said while I managed to suppress the laughter I was holding in, “and it’s also hump day, then…” I paused just like the guy did yesterday, “it’s a CUNT day party!” Sums’ mouth opened in surprise “OMG” she couldn’t hold in the laughter, and we both laughed for so long it hurt. “Yeah,” I said after we both managed to pause long enough without one of us starting fits of laughter, “I’m in.” And maybe, just maybe I would get a chance with raping a guy like I did at the frat party.

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I tweaked a few of the earlier chapters based on @Claire's suggestions. It's the right move for the story.

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex story setup
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Alex and Sums walk to Cook Manor for a party, but it doesn't quite work out as either expected it to.

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Chapter 10 - Manor Misadventure

“Favorite type of music?” Sums asked as we walked across campus to the manor. The railroad tracks were south of the campus and the manor further south from that. “Melodic death metal.” Her eyes widened. “Woah,” she said in awe “like Slipknot?” I shook my head “Not like Slipknot, though they are good. Melodic death metal is more hardcore than Slipknot. Arch Enemy, Amon Amarth, and Dark Tranquility are some of my favorites.” Sums looked like she was thinking, “I never heard about any of them.” I nodded “Yeah I’m not surprised. It’s not mainstream stuff that would go on the radio or tv. An online friend randomly sent me a music video one day through AIM and I’ve been hooked on that genre ever since.” There wasn’t a paved path to the mansion, so we had to walk in some light brush after we reached the edge of the campus.

“I like a little of everything that’s on the radio,” Sums said as our shoes crunched through the brush. “Right now my mood is rock. Evanescence, Three Days Grace, Linkin Park. Generally I’ll listen to anything from the 90’s to early 2000’s.” I nodded, “That early millennium era was a great time for music,” I said. “Back when there was actually music on MTV instead of shows that promise reality but are totally fake.” Sums nodded in agreement.

The railroad tracks popped into view. “If the college owns the mansion, why isn’t there a path between the two,” I asked. She shrugged “Good question. Maybe everyone going there on Halloween just drives.” We hopped over the railroad tracks and headed toward the mansion. I nodded “Makes sense, we probably should have driven come to think about it.” She shook her head “That would draw attention, and this is supposed to be a subtle party.” There was an old iron fence that surrounded the property. A section of it was missing that was wide enough for even me to pass through.

The atmosphere was certainly creepy once we passed through. A bird cawed out eerily. Sums shivered. No one else was around. Cook Manor loomed before us, a gothic monstrosity that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. Three stories of weathered limestone with gargoyles perched at each corner of the roof, their stone faces twisted in silent screams. The mansion even had towers on each side like a castle. There didn’t appear to be a door at first glance, but our approach was from the back of the manor.

“Sums! What are you doing here?” The voice nearly made me jump out of my skin. Sums was equally frightened for a brief moment, but she appeared to recognize the voice. We both turned around to find two women behind us. One had sandy blonde hair in a ponytail and the other had brown wavy hair that cascaded loosely onto her shoulders. “Danielle! Violet!” Sums exclaimed, “you scared us! Oh, right you three don’t know each other,” Sums quickly realized. She gestured to me “This is my roommate and best friend Alex,” the best friend part made me feel good like last time. “And this is Danielle” she waved her hand towards the blonde. “Which makes you Violet” I said to the brunette who nodded. “Sorry,” Danielle said after we all did polite ‘nice to meet you’s,’ “we didn’t mean to scare you. You both scared us too. We weren’t expecting others to be here.”

Sums frowned “Wasn’t there supposed to be a party here tonight? I thought I heard…” The blonde looked confused, “No this is a dare between me and Violet to see if we could spend the night in the haunted mansion.” Violet cringed “Oh, someone must have overheard me joke about it becoming a party. That’s…going to be a problem…” “Why is that a problem?” I asked, though part of me already suspected the answer. My stomach twisted as the implications began to sink in.

Violet shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darted between us and the looming mansion. “The college doesn’t care about one or two people at the mansion when it isn’t Halloween. It keeps the ghost mystery alive.” She paused and wrapped her arms around herself against the cool night air. “A full blown party though? That has disaster and property damage written all over it.” Danielle nodded grimly. “That’s the kind of trouble where you get suspended or expelled.” “Yeah,” Violet continued, “hopefully anyone else who heard me say party knew it was a joke and not serious.” Sums shook her head “I think I’m the only one who thought it was serious since it’s just the four of us here.” She turned to me “I’m sorry, Alex.”

“No harm done,” I said even though I was mildly annoyed that the day went by agonizingly slow in anticipation for a possible victim. “We could just chill here the four of us.” As soon as the words left my mouth I heard a siren. Blue and red lights flashed from the opposite side of the mansion. “Shit!” Danielle exclaimed. “Run!” Violet cried. I absolutely, positively, without a shadow of a doubt hate, hate, hate, HATE running. My thighs chafe together, I get under boob sweat, and I’m generally the slowest runner in a race. That night though? I ran faster than I had ever run before, and even beat Sums back to the college campus right behind Danielle and Violet. I even ran over the railroad tracks without falling!

“Close one,” I said while I breathed heavily. The four of us ducked behind a maintenance building, our breathing ragged and hearts pounding. Sweat dripped down my face despite the cool night air. "Did they see us?" Violet whispered, her voice barely audible over our collective panting. Danielle peered around the corner toward the manor. The police lights still flashed in the distance, but they seemed stationary. "They didn't," Danielle said firmly, though her voice shook slightly. "We're fine. We're all fine." She looked around at each of us, as if making sure we were all still there. "But we can't go back there. Not tonight."

Sums nodded “Agreed,” she managed to breathe out. After she paused for a moment she apologized again “I’m so sorry I messed this up.” Violet shook her head “No, that was more my fault for saying the p word. Someone else probably heard it and called ahead.” Danielle shrugged, “or someone could have just seen us walk to the mansion. Hard to say without knowing what triggered the police. You shouldn’t blame yourselves.” “Agreed,” I managed to breathlessly chime in. “Let’s rest here for a little longer then head back to our dorms.”

The evening didn't unfold exactly as I had hoped. My pussy yearned for cock. Yet I could be patient and play with myself for now. The night wasn’t a total waste because I ended up making two new friends. The darkness within me intended to use these friendships as avenues to find more victims.
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I'm not sure how much further Danielle and Violet will play a role within the story yet, but in either case this chapter was a good way to introduce a few more characters. And we get to know more about Alex and Sums.

[chloevee]

I'm only four chapters in so far, but I wanted to say--this is really well written and intriguing. I look forward to catching up with the rest of the story!

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story setup
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Danielle and Violet invite Alex and Sums to their dorm room. It's larger than theirs because they paid extra for it. The spacious dorm room gives Alex an idea that feeds the darkness within her.

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Chapter 11 - The Agreement

The next day after classes the four of us gathered together in Danielle and Violet’s dorm room. “Your room is way bigger than ours,” Sums noted with her arms folded. She wasn’t wrong, their room was more like a hotel suite. “That’s because we had to pay extra. A lot extra,” Danielle said. She rubbed the back of her neck and her cheeks flushed with what appeared to be embarrassment. “It’s worth it,” Violet added with conviction. We have our own bathroom, showers, and fridge,” she said, her chest lifted with pride.

A lightbulb moment instantly clicked in my head. If I framed this right… “Hey,” I said with a hint of sadness behind it. “Can I ask for a favor from you two?” I gestured to Danielle and Violet. They both looked at each other then nodded at me. “Well…” I hesitated for show “I don’t like public showers for obvious reasons.” They both looked at each other again. “Can I come and use the shower from time to time?” After a momentary pause Violet spoke “That’s fine with me,” she nodded. Danielle’s eyes lit up with a lightbulb moment herself “Violet and I both hate cleaning the bathroom, so we rotate the chore every week. If you’re ok cleaning the bathroom in a rotation schedule with us it’s fine with me.” I nodded. Satisfaction that my idea worked rushed through me “That sounds totally fair, thank you both so much,” I gushed.

“Want in on the deal, Sums?” Danielle asked. Sums thought about it for a moment. “I don’t mind public showers or bathrooms,” she said with a shrug. “You never know who you might meet.” I frowned, “You meet people in the shower and the bathroom?” Sums blinked. Her face turned bright red. She opened her mouth, then closed it. A sudden tension stiffened her shoulders and throat. Danielle and Violet exchanged glances and their smiles wavered.

“I…uh…I…” Sums stammered. Now it was my turn to blink with surprise. I hadn’t seen Sums so rattled. Normally if anyone got rattled or caused an awkward moment it was me! This was out of character for her. “We all say silly stuff sometimes,” I quickly said and laughed. “Sorry Sums,” I apologized “I didn’t mean it to sound like a creep or stalker.” Mentally I made a note to ask her about this later.

My deflection worked. “You’re fine,” Sums said and relaxed like a deflated balloon. “Yeah, I think I’ll get in on the cleaning rotation.” “Awesome,” Danielle smiled “that means almost a full month without having to clean the bathroom. Life is good.” Violet smiled in return “Just text one of us when you plan on using the bathroom here.” I nodded and thanked them for their kindness.

The afternoon continued on and I essentially put myself on autopilot while I considered possibilities. If I could get a key from them then I could bring an impaired guy over and take advantage of him. Cleanup would be the only issue, I wouldn’t want Danielle or Violet to notice a cum splattered mess on one of their beds. Of course it also depended on both of them being away from the room for a long time. That’s something I would have to carefully plan instead of mostly winging it like I did with my first assault.

“Hey, you ok Alex?” Sums looked concerned. Apparently I hadn’t answered a question or something. I nodded “Just thinking about school stuff,” I lied. Her eyes bore into me with skepticism. She knew I had just lied to her. Damn it. Thankfully she didn’t push the issue further. She probably would once we were alone. “Yeah I should probably get some stuff done,” Violet said after a few moments. “Do any of you have Professor Lawrence for U.S. History?” Without thinking I chimed in “Yeah I have him Tuesdays and Thursdays.” “Great,” Violet looked relieved “I have him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I missed a day and need to get the notes.” Uh oh, if she missed earlier this week I wouldn’t have those notes because I doodled and fantasized about possible ways to rape the professor. “What day did you miss?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t say earlier this week.

Nope, she said “I missed Monday this week. Overslept.” I cringed and a knot formed in my stomach. “Sorry,” I sad with a genuine apology. “I couldn’t focus that day I had him and didn’t take any notes. So I’m in the same boat as you. Just mentally not present instead of physically.” Violet shrugged “I’ll find someone to help me out. I usually do.” I caught a subtle flinch from Danielle at that statement and filed it in the back of my mind in case it became useful information later.

Surprisingly, Sums didn’t push the issue that I had lied to her when we got back to our dorm room. I had expected it, and when it didn’t come it was a nice surprise. Then I realized she probably didn’t want me asking about her own stumble. I decided to keep that in the back of my mind for later use as well. I went to bed that night hoping the following morning and afternoon would roll by quickly. There was probably going to be a party since it would be Friday. A party meant more drunk men to take advantage of!

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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: MF, noncon, outdoor
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Alex hunts for a victim during a Friday night party and rapes him behind the bushes of the frat house.

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Chapter 12 - The Great Outdoors

Another weekend night, another weekend party. I found myself right where I wanted to be Friday night as I scanned for possible targets at the Alpha whatever house. “Think you’ll see him again tonight?” Sums asked over the loud music and winked at me. That night the music was some rap group that I didn’t know or care for, but was able to tune out easily. I shrugged “Maybe, or maybe I’ll get someone different.” “Get it girl!” She laughed then made a phone motion with her hand to her head. I nodded at her and she headed down to the basement.

Danielle and Violet made their entrance to the party shortly after. They saw me and waved. I waved back and they came over to where I chilled in the corner. “You doing ok?” Danielle asked me. I nodded. Danielle looked like she didn’t belong here and probably felt like I did the first time I came to one of these parties. Violet said something to Danielle that I couldn’t hear over the music. She then disappeared into the dancing crowd.

Danielle looked uncomfortable like she didn’t belong. In a twisted way her discomfort made me feel superior to her. As she stood beside me, I considered the possibility of assaulting her. Would I enjoy it? I wasn’t sure, I hadn’t ever tried anything sexual with another woman. Aside from one time where I kissed my cousin on the lips, but we were both kids who didn’t really know any better. I didn’t think that counted. There was a small part of me that felt dirty for even thinking those thoughts. I noticed that part of me was not as prominent as it had been. It was like I had boxed that part of me up along with my depression and taped the lid shut. My conscience had to scream loudly just to be heard from the depths of the bottomless pit.

“Who sings this?” Danielle asked when the song changed. I shrugged “No idea. I’m not into rap, I’m more of a metal girl.” She looked surprised “Could have fooled me! I don’t like it either!” Ah, an excuse to get Danielle away. Should I? No, no the point was to assault someone I didn’t know, and someone much more vulnerable. “Try the basement,” I suggested. “Sums is down there. It’s more chill than up here. Not much sound from here invades the basement.” She smiled “Thanks, you going to be ok here by yourself?” I nodded “Yeah I’m just looking for someone.” I gave her a wink. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Good luck” she said then left to join Sums.

I wove through the party like a lioness in the savannah grass, hidden and silent. There were so many to choose from. My conscience chose that moment to scream out in my head ‘You’re targeting people who feel just like you used to!’ The irony wasn’t lost on me. I ignored my conscience because this feeling I now had, the feeling of the hunt, made me feel so alive. That’s when my eyes locked onto my next target.

A skinny guy about my height with brown hair stumbled his way out of the crowd. “Yeaa I’ll be aite. Juzz gonna walk to bed,” he slurred to someone I didn’t see. Perfect. I weaved through the crowd unnoticed as people partied their way into the night. “Let me help you,” I gently said to the guy. “You’re stumbling I don’t want you to get hurt.” He looked at me, got a confused look on his face, and said “Whoare?” I smiled “I’m a friend. Who are you?” “Mark,” the name popped out of his mouth with a classic Rick Sanchez burp.

I fake laughed and led Mark out of the Alpha whatever house. For a moment I had considered going upstairs like I had last week, but decided against that for two reasons. One I didn’t want to establish a predictable pattern in case someone caught onto what I was doing. Two, I was curious if outdoor assault affected how I felt. Mark pouted when I pulled him in the wrong direction toward the side of the frat house, but I insisted he was drunk and I was only trying to help him get to bed faster. The side of the frat house had bushes and trees around it. We ducked behind some bushes and I checked my surroundings. No one was around, and I could barely hear the music. “Here lean against the wall Mark, I want to check something.” “Otaaaay” he slurred.

I quickly emerged from the bushes and checked possible vantage points. After I was satisfied that the location would be sufficient where we wouldn’t be seen, I went back to where I left Mark. He had nearly fallen asleep leaning on the wall. I took the opportunity while I had it to unbutton and unzip his pants. “We close to my bed?” He asked woozy on his feet. “Yes,” I whispered in his ear then tugged at his underwear. “Wha? Whadarya?” “Shhhh,” I whispered “You just need help getting undressed.” He was drunk enough that I was able to, with some prompting and false assurance that he wasn’t in any danger, fully take his clothes off.

Mark sat on his clothes against the wall of the building. His head lolled back and forth as he attempted to sleep but couldn’t find a comfortable position. I stripped my clothes and fingered myself a little just to get my pussy lubricated. It didn’t take long with a naked vulnerable man right in front of me. My pussy burned for that cock to go in.

How should I do this? Could I fuck him on the wall while sitting down? No, that would be such an awkward position for me to try and get it inside. Standing up? I wasn’t sure that one would work. I’d have to find some kind of leverage point but there didn’t seem to be anything to help me here. Then the answer just came to me, ‘just lay him down and do a cowgirl on the ground like last week silly.’

I lay Mark down on the ground and told him it was his bed. He wasn’t lucid enough to tell the difference. Then, I worked on making his cock hard through a hand job. That got his attention through the alcohol fog. “Whataareya doin,” he slurred. I ignored him and closed my lips around his member. He tried to push on my head. I let out a wicked giggle and kept working that cock with my mouth until it got hard.

“Staaap,” he slurred “I gottagirl you ain her.” I slapped his face and he started crying. “Well you’re getting me tonight,” I taunted as I lined my pussy up against his hard cock. “Nooooooooo” he cried as I shoved myself down on his shaft. Oh God, oh YES, oh this felt so good. His arms and legs flailed uselessly around him as I rode that cock up and down up and down, faster, faster, faster. Mark put his hands over his eyes as he bawled uncontrollably.

I kept going. Faster, faster, oh that’s the spot, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh UH, UH. “Geooff me” he cried and tried to push me off of him. I wrestled his wrists to the ground and pinned them beside him, then kept going. Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, UH, UUUUH, UUUUUH, UUUUH, UUUUH, YES! YES! YES! Up, down, up down, so close. I’M SO CLOSE, YEAH, YEAH, UUUUUH, UUUUUUH, UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH. My body exploded in pure pleasure, more so than the last time.

I breathed heavily, pulled my cunt away from his body, then stood on wobbly shaky legs. This time I didn’t want to fall asleep, it was lucky last week I didn’t get caught. Mark avoided eye contact with me. He didn’t cum inside me, I realized. The thought made my sex tingle. Then I wondered…could I get more than one orgasm at a time? Was it possible or just a myth that pornos made up for money? I decided to find out.

Mark’s eyes were dead in a thousand yard stare as I got on top of him again. His mind was elsewhere, and that knowledge made my pussy yearn for his cock even more. My pussy lined up with his cock again and it was so, sooo, sooooo sensitive. I gasped at how sensitive my sex was. Yet the sensitivity somehow enhanced the pleasure even more. Oh GOD, OH YES! MMM, MMMM, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM! Up down up down faster and faster, UUUH, UUUH, UUUUH, UUUH, UUUH, GAAAA, GAAAA. His cock pulsated inside me and I felt the warm sticky fluid coat all inside of me. My pussy exploded again shortly after in a tidal wave of rapture felt all over my body.
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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex Story setup
Content Warnings: It's Alex's time of the month, also shit stains on boxers....eeeeeew
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After Alex raped Mark, she felt the beginnings of her period. Sums helps her get through the rough patches of the period while Alex deals with weird, complex emotions and questions.

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Chapter 13 That Time of Month

I sat against the wall after that last orgasm, breathing heavily and hoping that I wouldn’t fall asleep. There was something in the grass that poked my naked ass and was annoying enough to prevent me from crashing out. Mark rolled to a fetal position to cover his nakedness. I stood up after I got my breathing under control, pulled the burr out of my ass, then dressed myself quickly.

Mark’s clothes were still beside him, and I thought for a moment about keeping his boxers. It would add to his humiliation, and it would give me a smell to remember. Should I take the risk? I picked them up and took a whiff. The boxers made me gag because they smelled like shit. My stomach churned as I saw with aid of my phone light he had a large shit stain on his boxers. Either he didn’t wipe well enough or he accidentally shit himself while trying to fart and was too drunk to notice. Nope, definitely wasn’t going to keep them. I tossed the boxers next to him on the grass and gagged one more time. Acid threatened to spew out of my mouth, but I managed to control my stomach, aside from an oh so familiar feeling in my abdomen.

Sums caught up with me when I was almost to the dorms. “You look like you had a fun night,” she winked. I nodded, my face grimaced from discomfort. “Hey,” Sums said in a concerned voice “you ok?” I shook my head, “It’s because I’m starting.” She raised an eyebrow, “You got pain meds?” I thought about it for a moment, “Yes.” We reached the building for our dorm. “Need any products?” I shook my head “Not yet. I’ve got plenty for now.” I used my keycard to unlock the dorm room and we both entered. “Need a heating pad in case it’s a rough one?” I snapped my fingers “That’s what I forgot to bring with me! I knew I was forgetting something when I packed for college, but couldn’t figure out what.” She patted my back “I’ve got you, you can use mine.” “Thank you,” I said with relief.

I took my toiletries and product with me to the communal restroom and quickly got ready for bed. While I could have used Danielle and Violet’s bathroom, I felt like under the circumstances I was too exhausted and bloated for it to have been worth the effort. When I returned to our dorm I took meds to help and crashed into bed. Thankfully, I was exhausted enough to sleep through the discomfort.

That Saturday morning I woke up annoyed, grumpy, in pain, bloated, and I wanted to bite someone’s dick off. In addition to the hormones, my mood was also influenced by different parts of me. Like last week, I felt a hurricane of emotions that were jumbled and confusing. Guilt was still there, but it was less pronounced than it had been last week. I also worried if Mark didn’t get found. Would he just lay there until he perished? I dismissed that thought quickly. It wouldn’t be my fault if he didn’t get found, he chose to drink after all. Plus he wasn’t that far into the brush, someone would see him eventually. The largest emotions fed the darkest depths of my soul: power, satisfaction, and success all blended together in a harmonized feeling of epic corruption.

Did I mention I also felt like biting someone’s dick off? Actually what I really wanted was a dick up my sex, but was I capable of raping a guy when I felt this bad? Even if the guy was drunk? No, I needed to be at my best, or close enough to it, in case anyone caught onto what I was doing. If I got too cocky, giggidy, there was a greater chance I’d make a mistake. It was better to bide my time until everything passed.

“You look like you’re about to bite someone’s head off,” Sums said cautiously. Her statement nearly made me laugh, but I was afraid I’d snap if I opened my mouth. “Maybe a shower will help? Sometimes that helps me get the grump out.” I thought about it for a moment then said in a cranky voice “Yeah, good idea.” Sums’ eyes twinkled, “Good because, Alex, I love you, but you stink.” I rolled my eyes at her, “Asshole,” I half crankily said. She wasn’t wrong though. “Take your time in the shower,” Sums advised “I’ll help you out by washing your sheets. I was going to do mine today anyway.” “How kind of you” I said with a little crankiness slipping out. I cringed after I said it. Sums laughed, her eyes twinkled with stars “You’re welcome, that’s what best friends are for!” There it was again, best friends.

I texted Danielle and Violet about the need to shower. They were both home studying and were fine with me taking a while since I had my monthly visitor. The shower itself was wonderful. I laughed to myself when I realized if I hadn’t been devious I would probably be in the communal shower bleeding where anyone could walk in and notice me. Lord that would have been totally embarrassing. The thought gave me vibes about Stephen King’s Carrie, and I shuddered even though the water was warm.

When I arrived back at the dorm after my shower, Sums had a suggestion. “Ok so there’s a party at Alpha Whatever house.” (She didn’t actually say whatever, I just can’t ever remember the second name of it.) “I’d rather stay here and keep you company though. We can go to the common room and watch a movie. Most people will probably be at the party or studying if not. If too many people end up annoying you we can always come back here and watch something on one of our laptops.”

I don’t remember what movie we ended up watching. All I remember was sitting on the couch next to Sums. Like I had with Danielle the prior night, I considered assaulting Sums. The dark thoughts gave me twisted pictures in my mind of her underneath me instead of Daniel or Mark. No, I couldn’t do that to my friend. Besides, she didn’t have what I wanted anyway. I wanted a thick hard cock to squirt up inside me. Better to keep doing it the way I’m doing it with random guys I don’t really know. Less of a chance of getting caught.

With that last thought I successfully resisted the urge to assault Sums. When the movie was over we watched another. Well, she watched the movie. I just pretended to watch as I dealt with emotions and thoughts that were weird and confusing. After the second movie people started to filter into the dorm, a few of them drunk. We both took that as a cue to go to bed. Sleep did not come for me easily because I tried to sort through my weird emotions and feelings. Did wanting to assault Danielle and Sums make me bisexual? Would sex with a woman be as good as sex with a man? Eventually I finally fell into a restless sleep, the pondered questions left unanswered.
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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: A small amount of FF touching, dark thoughts.
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Alex continues to deal with her time of month and other emotions toward Sums that make her feel weird and confused.

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Chapter 14 - Damn Hormones

It was Sunday morning. The university as a rule made Sunday a “dry day” where no alcohol could be consumed on campus or any campus related activities from sunrise on Sunday to sunrise on Monday. Markus, the RA, told us about this rule right after freshman orientation. He had said, “I don’t want to see any alcohol in the dorms,” with a strong emphasis on the word see. Most people got the hint that Markus would turn a blind eye to drinking inside the dorms as long as you weren’t obvious about it.

I still wanted to bite someone’s dick off, have one explode in my sex, and felt the cramps punch my gut into submission. Did I want to deal with people subtly drinking in the common area because there wouldn’t be an alcoholic party that day? Hell no. Sums kept me company by watching movies on her laptop in our dorm room, which was both a blessing and a curse.

My best friend laying with me in bed to help me through the suffering was great. The temptation to assault my best friend, not so much. Was I bisexual from the thoughts, or would I be bisexual if I acted on those thoughts? Sums of course could tell something wasn’t right with me, but I played it off as raging hormones.

As I continued to have thoughts and feelings about Sums, I realized with her right in front of me on my bed, we were practically spooning with me on the outside, I could easily do small actions and slowly work my way up. But that still didn’t solve the problem of a dick up my womanhood. Did I really want to take Sums sexually, or was it just for the sake of power? For the two I raped so far the answer was easy, both! When it came to Sums, I wasn’t sure.

Why not find out? Sums was snoring softly in front of me, asleep and unaware of my inner turmoil. It was the perfect time! Encouraged by my thoughts, I lightly brushed her face. My body tingled and ached at the same time, but was any part of that sexual? I still wasn’t sure. My hand drifted to her stomach and slowly, carefully slid underneath her shirt. Since we were in our dorm room, neither of us were wearing a bra so it would be easy to feel her girls. Sure enough, I lightly brushed part of her chest.

Sums didn’t stir, but I felt a stirring deep within me. The stirring was a familiar feeling of power but mixed with something else that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. As a large woman, I don’t particularly find boobs erotic. They aren’t anything special and just serve the purpose of feeding a baby. So what was different about Sums’ boobs that caused my womanhood to churn? Or did my womanhood churn because of hormones unrelated to Sums?

My hand withdrew from her bosom, and what happened next surprised me. “Don’t be afraid. I like it there,” Sums softly mumbled. I gasped “I thought you were asleep,” I whispered. “Almost,” she quietly whispered back. “Hold me there, press against me. Make me feel safe,” she mumbled. Then what she said next made me feel weirder, “I’ve missed you Chad.” Ok, so Sums was indeed asleep and just sleep talking. But who was Chad? Was that jealousy I felt? Why was I feeling jealous? I really, really wanted to chop off Chad’s dick right then even though I had no idea who he was.

I sighed in annoyance. Why did hormones have to make me feel so damn complicated? My phone beeped. It was thankfully time to take medication for the cramping and pain. Yay. Unfortunately I had to disturb Sums in order to get the medication. Not yay. Suddenly I remembered a country song about a guy who had a girl fall asleep on his arm and his arm also fell asleep. The guy in the song didn’t move through the pins and needle feeling in his arm. It was a sweet song, one of the few country songs I liked. But I was hormonal and hurting worse damn it!

“Wait don’t leave, I…” Sums blinked a few times before she realized she was just dreaming. “Oh,” she sadly said. “Bad dream?” I asked with as much sympathy as I could, which wasn’t much. She shook her head “Sad dream.” I took the meds I needed with a swig of soda “Need to talk about it?” She nodded “Yeah, I had a boyfriend dump me last year. He hooked up with my now former best friend in the bathroom after school one day.” So, that’s why Sums got flustered when I mentioned meeting people in the bathroom. She probably didn’t even link what she said to her ex boyfriend until I said something.

“I can top that,” I said and told her about Max and high school prom night. Sums’ eyes widened, “Ok, yeah that’s way worse.” She didn’t look too happy. “Sorry,” I cringed “was trying to relate and help you feel better.” Sums shrugged, “It was a nice thought. I’m mostly over it, but there’s still times where it just hurts.” “Worse than period cramps?” I cracked. Sums laughed, “definitely not, there’s not many things that are worse than that.”

We watched another movie, I don’t remember which one. The dark thoughts of assaulting Sums still swirled within my head. My feelings and hormones continued to make me feel like I was spinning out of control. Thankfully the meds began to work and I drifted off into a sleep. I dreamt I was in some sort of Pack Man simulation where the round pellet things were actually chopped off dicks.
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I was originally planning on Alex going through these thoughts while she was in jail after she gets caught with a cell mate, but then the story just spoke to me that Alex should have these thoughts right now while she's new to exploring her sexually deviant behavior. I think this adds another layer of spice to the story. What do you think?