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I was stood in the corridor, one door down from my room, with my forehead pressed painfully against the neighbouring door. Press any harder, I thought, and I’d knock it off its hinges. That didn’t actually happen, of course. My powers are only so tremendous.
Cherry was behind there. I knew it. I wished I could think of what to say to her. How I could even begin to apologise. Hopelessness pervaded. I barely knew her – she wasn’t a friend, really, certainly not a best friend, but she could have been and the obvious loss of that still hurt. I sighed against the wood and, slowly, stood up straight, fixing my posture as someone came down the corridor without a glance to me. I really needed to hurry up with moving out.
Back in my room, I lounged on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore my stinging hand. The images of today tried to play out in my mind, like some horny cassette tape, but I suppressed them as best as I could. I wasn’t feeling particularly demonic. Then, there came a knock at my door. Slowly, I rose, knowing it wouldn’t be Cherry and so unsure of who else could be wanting my attention. Unless…
I opened the door – there, again, stood the two girls. One with flowing brown hair and a stern, almost square jaw, and the other shorter, rounder, and brightly blonde. Both, still, had their nose rings.
“What?” I sighed. The taller one glared at me – a glare so fierce it tried to burn right through me. I didn’t imagine they came bearing friendship.
“You know Zara came home crying, right?” she asked. I shrugged.
“What do you want me to do about that?”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m not having this conversation every day,” I said, my patience entirely dried up. “If you break the rules then you get punished according to the contract you signed. Nobody made you sign it.”
“ You don’t have to enjoy doing it!” squeaked the other girl, stood behind the other. “ Everyone says you’re loving it.”
“Well, maybe you should stop listening to everyone,” I replied, moving to close the door. “Goodnight.”
“ No you fuckin’ don’t,” hissed the taller girl, shoving my door back. I took a step backwards – not having tried to halt it, the door flew open and slammed loudly against the wall. I thought I felt my room shake. She stepped into the confines of my room – the other, after a moment’s meek hesitation, followed. I looked from one to the other – I don’t remember in which order. “You can’t treat people like that and expect to get away with it.”
“It’s my job,” I said, quieter now, my whole body tense.
“Ah… ” She laughed, bitterly. “Just following orders, is it? With that you’ve just lost the right to even talk to me.”
“Please get out of my room,” I said, trying to sound as calm as I could, but I could feel my voice shaking. And they could hear it.
“God, look at you,” the girl cackled . “ You’re pathetic.”
“She’s gonna cry!” said the other. “ Haven’t even touched her and she’s gonna cry like a little bitch!”
“ I’m not gonna cry – I just want you to leave me alone.”
“No.” The taller girl looked at her friend. “Lock the door.”
“ You got it, Veronica.” Her friend did – I just watched.
“Are you gonna beat me up?” I asked, suddenly. “Cause that’ll just get you expelled.”
“ You know what?” said the girl called Veronica, as the door closed behind her, the lock clicked, and the key chain slid into place, just for good measure . “I don’t even know what I’m gonna do. I’m just very drunk on anger right now. You assaulted my friend.”
“Your friend agreed to everything that happened to her,” I insisted. “If you don’t like it there’s plenty of other universities.”
“ I don’t care.”
“You know you sound like the villain, right?” asked Veronica’s friend, stood leaning against the door.
“ Good point, Karla,” said Veronica. “ Very good point. I mean… come on. Clearly you’re the bad guy, here. You stripped and beat my friend. And others.”
“And I got stripped and beat for not doing it,” I snapped. The two of them stared at me.
“Ey?” asked Veronica, uncertainty on her face for the first time.
“You know Professor Ellsworth?”
“Yes, obviously,” sneered Karla.
“ When I tried to stop doing things her way, just for a second, you know what she did? She stripped me completely naked and thrashed me to within an inch of my life. Then she made me do that to my friend and told me it was a good learning experience.” Veronica’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re not trying to play the victim, are you?”
“ I deserved it,” I said, blankly. “I didn’t follow the rules and I got the appropriate punishment.”
“How is that in any way an appropriate punishment?” Veronica despaired. “You’re under fuckin’ hypnosis. Or Stockholm syndrome. Or something !”
“ No, I just get how this place works.” Veronica looked away, glancing to the window. It was getting dark outside.
“ You know what? Maybe you did deserve it. But nobody else did. Least of all Zara. And you know what else ?” She took a step closer. “Maybe you deserve a bit more.”
“ Huh?” Without a word, Veronica stepped forward and shoved me, with all her might, against the sofa. I fell backwards over the armrest, landing on the cushions, and heard her urgent voice.
“Klara,” Veronica was snapping, “fuckin’ hold her down.” The two advanced on me, fast, and as I was trying to get up, Klara was on top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them against the cushions. I stared up at her blue eyes in horror.
“What’re you doing?!” I cried. “ You can’t!”
“Yes we can,” sniggered Veronica, stood beside me. My legs kicked out spasmodically as she went for the buttons of my jeans. “I think you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”
“Wait!” I insisted. “Wait, wait, wait!”
“Aw, look at her,” Veronica sighed, struggling to get a hold of the buttons as I thrashed about , “ she doesn’t think she deserves it!”
“Delusional,” agreed Klara, grinning down at me, her breath hot on my face . I kicked as hard as I could, panic driving my motor functions, becoming ever stronger as I felt my jeans loosen around my waist . Hair fell into my eyes and mouth.
“ Stop it!” I wailed, bending my legs, trying to put them between Veronica and the buttons of my jeans . Hot fear flowed in my blood “Stop it!”
“ You need to know what it’s like!” Veronica yelled, almost hysterical, fighting to pull my legs apart. “Fuck this – Klara, roll her over.”
Klara let go of my hands, trying to do so, and that was my chance.
There weren’t enough of them – if they had a third, someone to hold my legs , too, maybe I’d be restrained enough for anything to happen. But they didn’t – and, with a kick to Veronica’s shoulder, I pushed her away and, freed from Klara’s sweaty grip, I scrambled onto the floor, Veronica grabbing my ankle as I went.
“Well, fuckin’ stop her then!” Veronica yelled.
“ I’m trying,” Klara insisted, and I felt her fingers grab my ass, going beneath my jeans.
“Pull ‘em down,” Veronica instructed. “I’ll sit on her back and you pull ‘em down.” I felt her weight between my shoulders and, suddenly, I was pinned, the breath leaving my lungs with Veronica heavy on top of me. Then, I felt my jeans wrenched down, pulled to my legs, and a triumphant laugh erupted from Veronica.
“ Look at her arse,” she said, softly. “You really did get it good, ey?”
“I told you,” I whimpered, trying to drag myself away and entirely unable to. “You’re gonna get expelled. Both of you.” From the deadening of my volume, I knew I’d given up.
“Like we care,” Klara s aid.
“ This is people power,” Veronica added, and I felt her hand on my butt, squeezing a cheek. Pain, made worse by Ellsworth’s fresh marks, shot through me. “I think we should get her knickers off, don’t you?”
“Definitely,” agreed Klara.
“Maybe even invite the whole dorm to come and watch?” White hot dread burst through me.
“Please don’t,” I whimpered. “I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”
“Well, maybe not this time, then,” said Veronica, sarcastically patting my rear. “But those knickers are coming off.” I felt Klara’s eager hands slip beneath my white bikini and tear it down, like wrapping paper, felt myself exposed, cool air on my bared rear. I could only press my forehead against the floor and try to ride out the shame. I’d been feeling plenty of it today.
“What a pretty bottom!” Klara giggled, grabbing my cheeks with both hands, squeezing them again. I whimpered in pain, my feet trying to kick, but let it happen. Just tried to ride it out.
“ I’ll take this cheek, you take this one,” Veronica instructed, and Klara just laughed. Then, suddenly, they were spanking me. There was no rhythm to it – just painful, searing smacks against my raw butt, eliciting squeaks and whines of pain from me, but no words. I didn’t bother to plead.
Soon, the tears came, and I heard delight in their laughs when they heard me quietly sobbing – not from the embarrassment, as perhaps they thought, but just the pain, searing me as if I were being branded.
“ Can we stop?” Klara eventually asked. “My hand hurts.”
“Hmm…” I felt Veronica’s hand on my butt, stroking it, and I whimpered again. “ I think we’ve taught her a little lesson. Haven’t we, Kelly?” I didn’t answer. “Oi. I said ‘haven’t we?’ Answer me.”
“Yeah…” I murmured against the floor. “Yeah, you have.”
“Excellent.” Her weight shifted, and she stood up. Relief, and oxygen, gushed through my lungs. I turned onto my side, balancing on my hip, and navigated my underwear back up my legs and into place, followed by my jeans, my cheeks stained with tears. My assailants just stood and watched, grinning from ear to ear.
“So…” said Klara. “What’s next?”
“Huh?” My eyes widened. What else could they have planned for me?
“I think we’ll just wait ‘til next time you decide you need to ‘do your job,’ right?” said Veronica, smiling. “ Maybe I’ll do an Ellsworth. Count yourself lucky I didn’t this time.”
“Agreed,” said Klara. Then, Veronica knelt down, almost blurry through the tears as she got close to me.
“ Maybe next time,” she sighed, “I’ll do even more than that. Maybe I’ll just fuck you. In front of everyone. I’ve got the strapon for it.”
“You won’t do that,” I mumbled.
“Won’t I?” She grinned. “Maybe everyone’ll take a turn on you. That’d be fun. Leave your pussy as raw as your tight little arse . Whatever we do – you’ll deserve it. You know you will.” She leaned in and kissed my forehead. I stared at her as she stood up straight again. “See you later, Kelly.” They went to the door, unlocked it, and vanished.
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