The CUNT Rapist

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Your story continues to be unique. Can’t say that chopped off dicks are exactly enticing to me.

[RapeU]

Your story continues to be unique. Can’t say that chopped off dicks are exactly enticing to me.

They don't do anything for me either, and a real chopped off dick would probably horrify Alex. She's just using hyperbole to describe how she feels, and she couldn't help having weird dreams.

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Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
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On Monday Alex overhears a group of guys talk about Mark. They aren't even close to realizing the truth. She goes to her college algebra class and subtly triggers her first victim Daniel.

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Chapter 15 - Whispers of Trauma

On Monday I walked through the student union and heard laughter. Usually I would just ignore it or burn with silent embarrassment if it seemed like the laughter was directed at me. This time, I heard the name Mark. Was it my Mark? I silently slipped into a chair where I could overhear the conversation and pretended to be just another girl browsing her phone.

“That’s pretty lightweight stuff man.” Shoot, I missed the part where they talked about Mark. Then I saw Stan in my peripheral vision heading toward the group of guys. Maybe my timing wasn’t so bad after all. “What up, fellas?” “Dude, Stan, did you hear about Mark Friday night?” Stan bellowed a laugh, “Everyone by now has heard. Dude got so drunk he took off his clothes outside the fraternity house and then wanked himself into a coma.” A smile of sweet satisfaction curled my lips. That wasn’t what happened at all, these guys had no idea I assaulted Mark. I continued the appearance of scrolling through social media while my ears caught every word.

“I heard he was traumatized by something. Someone said he had the look of a wounded gazelle,” one of the guys said solemnly. Stan laughed louder “I’d be traumatized too if I was found butt ass naked with my junk in my hands outdoors. Bro clearly can’t handle his alcohol and is probably addicted to porno.” A third guy spoke up. “Who isn’t addicted to porno?” That statement elicited bellowing laughter from all the guys in the group. “You know what I mean,” Stan said after he regained his composure “so addicted that you fuck a wall while drunk.” Even I had to laugh at that one. The guys roared so loud that no one noticed I was laughing too.

I settled back in my chair and reveled in their complete ignorance. They had constructed their own narrative about what happened to Mark, one that painted him as a pathetic drunk who couldn't control himself. Perfect. The further from the truth they were, the safer I was. “Maybe we should check on him though,” the solemn voiced guy from earlier suggested, his voice carried a note of genuine concern. “I mean, he wasn’t at the party Saturday and I heard he didn’t leave his room Sunday.” The concern in that one guy's voice should have made me feel something. Guilt, maybe, or some kind of remorse. Instead, I felt a twisted sense of pride. Mark was so broken by what I'd done to him that he couldn't even function normally. Part of me shuddered. What kind of creature had I become?

Stan laughed and replied “Bro’s probably just embarrassed as hell. He’s probably gonna lay low for a week until someone else who can’t handle their alcohol gets too fucked up and does something worse.” A fourth gruff voice chimed in “Dude, what’s worse than fucking a wall and passing out naked?” Solemn voiced guy chimed in “Fucking poison ivy and getting a rash on your junk.” Laughter bellowed out. “Wait wait, what if he didn’t fuck the wall,” Gruff Voice said after their laughter died down “what if it was the ghost of Cook Manor.” More laughter. I nearly choked as I suppressed the urge to laugh uncontrollably to the point I would be noticed.

The group then dispersed because it was time to head to different classes. I headed to my college algebra class. My body tingled with delight. I had gotten away with it again. This time nobody even said the r word. A feeling of invincibility radiated through my core. I took my seat and saw Daniel in his own. My Daniel, my very first victim. He looked like he wasn’t really present. My body hummed in satisfaction as I remembered him as my rape cherry.

A devilishly wicked idea came to mind after I saw him, and I acted on impulse. Slowly I rose from my seat and sat next to him in the back row. He had his head down and didn’t notice me. “Hey,” I said “noticed you haven’t been in class. Do you need the notes?” Daniel looked up. His eyes flashed through multiple emotions when he saw me, too fast for me to catch them. “N…n…no I’m ok…” he stuttered, “g…g…got them already.” I faked a nice smile, then whispered “I’ve got a secret.”

Daniel’s reaction was immediate. The color drained from his face. His hands shook. Fear radiated out of his eyes. Sweat became visible on his brow. “Professor,” I said in my best fake concerned voice. “I think Daniel’s having a panic attack.” “Dang it,” another male classmate said “not again,” then he muttered under his breath “Ever since last week.” Louder he told the professor “I’m his friend I’ll take him to the nurse and come back.”

I quickly slipped back to my seat, the darkness within me overjoyed at what I had done. Three simple words, “I've got a secret,” and I'd reduced him to a quivering mess. The power was intoxicating. I felt like I could walk through walls, like nothing could touch me. Daniel was practically carried out of the classroom by two guys, and nobody looked like they suspected me at all!

“Alright, let's get started, I’ll go a little slower until they get back.” the professor said as he slowly wrote an equation down. I barely heard a word for the rest of class. My mind was too busy on Daniel’s reaction. The rush of power from seeing Daniel's breakdown carried me through the rest of that Monday. Even when the professor droned on about quadratic equations, I couldn't stop remembering the moment over and over. The memory made my pussy tingle.

That evening, Sums noticed my unusually good mood. "You seem different today," she said, quite chipper herself. "Like, really happy about something." I shrugged and played it casual. “Just had a good day in all my classes.” Sums then proceeded to tell me about her day. I smiled and nodded along, my mind invigorated with the knowledge I had gotten away unscathed.
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[Claire]

The story keeps delivering. I really want to see where you are going with this. I envy you a little for how fast you are able to write these new chapters. I wish you got more feedback on this. :/

The story is starting to give me Life is Strange vibes, just with a darker touch to it. I also like many of the small details you included here, whether it's her taste in music or that her fantasy of smelling the worn underwear of her victim turned out to be just gross.

The one thing that personally didn't work for me are paragraphs like this:

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.

Maybe that's a me thing, but he exaggerated moaning as part of the narration has never been able to convey the feeling of frantic desperation as a climax draws near. I would prefer more "normal" prose here that mirrored the buildup through the chosen words and sentence structure.

I have a suggestion for an arc in your story. I think I would enjoy a storyline where Sums gets raped and Alex maybe sees it and let's it happen because she gets off on it. But afterwards, she has to really confront how much this hurts Sums when she confidesin her. And that makes her reflect on what she did to her own victims, understanding for the first time how traumatic this is. But Alex' ultimate conclusion is that she decides to revenge rape Sums' rapist. And you could make that rape really difficult. Maybe he is a tall and physically fit guy who doesn't get wasted easily and can't be overpowered by her through strength alone. So she has to get creative. You turn the revenge rape essentially into a carefully planned heist with things going wrong while she's trying to execute her plan and then has to improvise: He almost gets away, he doesn't get hard once she has him tied up in a bed or whatever, etc. I think something like that would be a nice storyline to further dive deep into Alex' psychology and to give her some obstacles and setbacks to add a bit of narrative tension to the mix.

[RapeU]

The story keeps delivering. I really want to see where you are going with this. I envy you a little for how fast you are able to write these new chapters. I wish you got more feedback on this. :/

Yeah me too, the hardest part now is "what's happening in between." I'm actually stuck on the next chapter wondering what to write about on a Tuesday.

The story is starting to give me Life is Strange vibes, just with a darker touch to it.

I'm not familiar with that, looked it up and saw it was a video game. Looks like an interesting one too.

I also like many of the small details you included here, whether it's her taste in music or that her fantasy of smelling the worn underwear of her victim turned out to be just gross.

Yes, I wanted to throw in a slow escalation of her desires. Keep a memento of the occasion, except oops the guy either didn't wipe well or accidentally shat himself. Sometimes reality changes your plans!

The one thing that personally didn't work for me are paragraphs like this:

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.

Maybe that's a me thing, but he exaggerated moaning as part of the narration has never been able to convey the feeling of frantic desperation as a climax draws near. I would prefer more "normal" prose here that mirrored the buildup through the chosen words and sentence structure.

I agree with you here. I think it worked the first time and didn't quite work the second. I'll have to work on something different for subsequent rapes, and maybe rewrite the second one.

I have a suggestion for an arc in your story. I think I would enjoy a storyline where Sums gets raped and Alex maybe sees it and let's it happen because she gets off on it. But afterwards, she has to really confront how much this hurts Sums when she confidesin her. And that makes her reflect on what she did to her own victims, understanding for the first time how traumatic this is. But Alex' ultimate conclusion is that she decides to revenge rape Sums' rapist. And you could make that rape really difficult. Maybe he is a tall and physically fit guy who doesn't get wasted easily and can't be overpowered by her through strength alone. So she has to get creative. You turn the revenge rape essentially into a carefully planned heist with things going wrong while she's trying to execute her plan and then has to improvise: He almost gets away, he doesn't get hard once she has him tied up in a bed or whatever, etc. I think something like that would be a nice storyline to further dive deep into Alex' psychology and to give her some obstacles and setbacks to add a bit of narrative tension to the mix.

This is such a great idea, and it could add so much to Alex's struggle with whether or not she's really bisexual or if she just wants to dominate anyone she can for the sake of power. It also partially solves the problem of "how is Alex going to distance herself from her girl friends without arousing suspicion so that she can go rape a guy."

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Chapter Tags: Nosex, story setup
Content Warnings: Predatory thoughts
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Alex realizes she's falling behind in all of her classes and strives to maintain a sense of normalcy to hide the monster inside of her. By day she is the normal average college girl. By evening she's a hungry predator looking for prey. Sums also has an announcement!

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Chapter 16 A Double Life

I woke up on Tuesday no longer afraid of my dark thoughts. Instead, I embraced them and welcomed the darkness within me. The predator beneath was hidden just like I hid my depression away from everyone else. Sums could tell something was different about me because of course she’s still Sums. The truth though? Sums wasn’t even close, and because it was no longer crippling depression she wasn’t worried enough to hyperfocus on me.

No one seemed to care about Daniel’s panic attack yesterday. The college had a typical Tuesday morning vibe. Students hurried past with coffee cups and backpacks just like always. Conversations droned on. People focused on deadlines they forgot about or a test they had to study for. Normally I would be worried about those things too, but now? Now I was a hidden predator where anyone could be prey.

Did it make me bisexual to include women in my predatory gaze? I was still confused and torn by that part. Part of me really wanted to find out, but I suppressed it. What my pussy really ached for was cock. Women didn’t have cocks. Unless they were transgender. Hmmm, did we have anyone transgender on campus? Hard to say, and inquiries about that sort of thing tend to be noticeable. I couldn’t have someone noticing me for asking odd sorts of questions. The illusion of normalcy needed to be maintained.

Normalcy, the word echoed in my head. It wouldn’t be normal for me to fall behind in class, and was behind in all of them thanks to my obsessive thoughts. But how could I get rid of them now that I entertained them? The answer came to me pretty easily. If I entertained them outside of class time I could live a double life. By day I would be the normal average college girl, but by the evening I’d be a malicious predator searching for prey.

Thankfully I went through that whole thought process before my first class, so I was able to ask someone in each of my classes for a copy of their notes. In my history class, a guy acted a little weird when I came up to him to ask, like he was scared of me or something. The old me would have been bothered by it, but the new predator me shrugged it off since he gave me his notes to copy anyway. Maybe he suspected I did something with Daniel? I made a mental note to not do anything out of the ordinary anymore in history class. Should I consider the guy a potential victim? No, he might already suspect something. I’d better be careful with him around.

In a different class one girl rolled her eyes at me but let me copy the notes I had missed. I spent the rest of the day working on getting caught up in all my classes the best I could. Fortunately the darkness within me cooperated. My dark side loved the idea of living a double life. After I got reasonably caught up and all my classes were done for the day I entertained the dark thoughts like never before.

I found myself in the student union pretending to browse my phone after dinner. Everyone was a potential target, ripe for the taking. The well dressed professor with a suit and tie working on his laptop. He had authority and it would be fun to bring him to his knees. How would he react underneath me? Could I get him inebriated easily? My attention turned towards a fat guy with a neckbeard eating a snack. He looked like an invisible me a few weeks ago. What would it be like to shatter his illusion of invisibility? Would anyone notice two invisible people having sex with each other? My pussy tingled in excitement with that last thought.

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“I have some news,” Sums squealed with excitement when I walked into our dorm room. “Must be good because you’re bouncing all over the walls,” I said with a cracked smile. Sums jumped up and down as she nodded. “I have a boyfriend!” Her face melted into a lovestruck grin. Why did my chest suddenly feel heavy? Was I, was I jealous? “He better treat you right,” I said with the jealously bleeding out. Fortunately she mistook jealousy for me being protective. “I think he will,” she said. “He’s president of the Alpha whatever house so he has a reputation to maintain.” I frowned, “that could go either way,” I pointed out, “he could be a total asshole just to get laughs or he could be a total saint.”

Sums thought about it for a moment. “Good point,” she conceded. “He strikes me as the joking type but I don’t think he’s a total asshole. I’ll be on the lookout though.” “Is it a guy I know,” I asked Sums out of curiosity. She shook her head “Probably not, he’s a junior, his name is Stan.” My eyes widened. Shit. “Blonde guy? About this big?” I gesticulated the height of the Stan I knew in passing. Sums nodded apprehensively. “Did you guys meet already?” My body tensed as I slowly nodded “After my first therapy session he thought I was two girls hugging and almost threw up on my shoes.”

Sums cringed. “Ok that’s pretty bad. Was he drunk?” I nodded, “Yeah his friends were all carrying red solo cups and they teased both him and me about it.” Her body relaxed “Ok, that’s not as bad. It still doesn’t excuse what he did of course.” Her face turned serious “I’ll talk to him about it, what he does next is a great test to see his character.” I felt the tension leave my body. “That’s reasonable.” Sums squealed with delight and gave me a hug. “I feel like he’s a good guy. I hope I’m right.” She withdrew from me then said “Hey, maybe you can get your guy friend you’ve been seeing and we can go on a double date!”

I coughed. “Well…that’s…uuuuh…” Her face softened “Too much?” Phew, I didn’t have to explain myself. “Yes,” I nodded, “that’s a lot of changes at once for someone who was just a few weeks ago mostly isolated.” I don’t know why I had a hard time lying to Sums, but there was just enough truth in there that it didn’t feel like a lie. “Sorry I pushed too hard,” she apologized her face contrite. “Sometimes I don’t know when to quit, so don’t be afraid to stop me if I get that way.” I smiled “Noted, you’re fine. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.”

My heart fluttered as I said that last part. Ok, that combined with the jealous feeling earlier settled it. I had feelings for Sums. Were they romantic feelings? I still wasn’t quite sure of that one because I didn’t think I ever actually had romantic feelings before. Crushes sure, but true love? How do you know when it’s true love? The confusing emotions and thoughts swirled through my head until I fell into a fitful sleep.
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Stan's a good guy - when he's sober

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Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Dark swirling thoughts
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Stan apologizes and for a moment sees the darkness within Alex.

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Chapter 17 Mixed Emotions

The questions continued to buzz through my head like hornets when I woke up the next morning. Everything I did was completely on autopilot as I contemplated the complexities of my feelings. I never thought of myself as bisexual. My parents would throw a major fit if they knew, but then again they would throw a major fit if they heard I was forcing myself on men. So then what was stopping me from just telling Sums how I feel? Fear. I couldn’t have her reject me. What if she didn’t feel the same way?

My thoughts were interrupted when I walked in slightly late into College Algebra. Daniel wasn’t in the room. The professor didn’t even give me a glance as I sat down. Instead he continued droning on about something I don’t even remember. I was too busy remembering Daniel’s terror to focus on whatever the lesson was. It wasn’t enough. The predator within me wanted more.

After classes ended I made my way to the student union and grabbed a cup of coffee. I scanned the crowd while I sat at a table and pretended to read one of my textbooks. Should I embrace my bisexuality? Is everyone a potential victim? No, I couldn’t go after just anyone yet. A predator goes after the weak, the sick, or the hurt.

I scanned the room with peripheral vision to try and find a good target. Would one of the sorority girls that giggled and mostly paid attention to their phones be a good choice? No, I don’t really want those girls up in my groin. Perhaps either of the two boys playing chess would be a good target?

“Mind if I sit here?” I blinked and looked in front of me. Stan hovered beside the table with an uncertain expression on his face. Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off for interrupting my hunt for a next victim. My body tensed, but then I thought about what Sums would do if I didn’t at least try to get along. I sighed “Go ahead.”

Stan hesitated a few moments then sat in front of me. I closed the textbook I was pretending to read and gave him my attention. “Look, I wanted to apologize properly for what happened the other night,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “When I was drunk and said those things. Sums told me how awful I was to you.” “Yeah, that was pretty bad. It hurt,” I admitted. So far he was passing his character test. Should I bring it up? No, what would Sums say if I brought it up? Stan nodded “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

I studied Stan’s face. He seemed to have genuine remorse in his eyes. “How can you be sure? What if you get drunk again?” My eyes bore into him, looking for any hint of malice. Stan shook his head. “Before it didn’t matter because I wasn’t with anyone but my buddies. Now that I’m with Sums if I get that drunk again I might do something stupid and ruin the relationship.” A flash of fear flickered in his eyes. Trust me, I know my limits,” he finished confidently.

I thought for a few moments. Stan seemed to be genuinely trying to be decent and prove his worth. Something inside me twisted with an emotion I couldn't immediately identify. Jealousy? Contempt? Amusement? “It's fine,” I said. Stan’s body visibly relaxed and I could practically see the relief flowing through him. “You were drunk. People say stupid things when they're drunk.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Sums really likes you and I don’t want to mess things up by being an asshole to her best friend.” Best friend. There it was again. The phrase made something flutter in my chest, a feeling that clashed violently with the predatory desire of a new victim. “So are we ok?” He smiled. I nodded “We’re good.” He rubbed his hands together. “Excellent, I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing.”

He started to get up, but something made him pause. His eyes caught mine and I saw confusion in them. I realized he had seen a glimpse of the darkness within me through my eyes. The predator within me was wild with desire, but I knew I had to be subtle. “Wait,” I said in a soft tone. “I have a question.” Stan settled back into his chair “What’s up?” I twirled some of my hair with my finger. “What do you really think of me?” I asked. This time I purposefully let him see the darkness within me instead of inadvertently.

Stan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His eyes darted around the room then settled back on me. “I think you're,” he paused in thought, “nice?" he hesitantly said. “Sums talks about you all the time,” his hands fidgeted with his phone. “She says you're smarter than you let on.” I smiled “Yeah, Sums is quite perceptive,” I said with a nod, “but you just told me what she thinks,” I pointed out. “What do you think?” My eyes bore into his.

Stan swallowed visibly. “Honestly?” His brow furrowed, “I don't really know you yet. But you seem…” he paused as if he were looking for the right word, “intense,” he finally said after a few moments. “Not in a bad way," he added quickly. “Just…there's something about you that's hard to read.” The predator in me felt delighted at his assessment. He sensed something different about me but couldn't quite put his finger on it. “I'm flattered,” I said with a genuine smile. Stan’s face slightly flushed. “Most people don't notice me at all.”

The predatory hunger inside me begged to be released as I watched Stan fidget. I really wanted to take him right then and there, but what would Sums think? I would have to get him drunk enough to where he wouldn’t remember, but how could I when he just said he knew his limits?

“Well, I should get going,” Stan said interrupting my dark thoughts. “Gotta plan for the theme of this weekend’s party, then have a date with Sums.” Date with Sums, oh how I wanted to be a praying mantis right then so that I could bite his head off. “Enjoy,” I said with a cheer I didn’t feel and faked a smile. Fear flashed in his eyes. He could tell something was off. He hesitated only for a moment then quickly rose from the table and walked out of eyesight.

My mind raced as I watched Stan leave. I'd scared him, and that knowledge sent a thrill through my veins. Maybe I couldn't take him tonight, but he was definitely a target now. The perfect target. Not only would I get to experience that delicious power again, but I'd be taking something that belonged to Sums. The thought made me pause. Did I want to hurt Sums? No. The confusion returned, making my head throb. I wanted Sums for myself, but I also wanted to eliminate Stan from the picture. Was it possible to have both?
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[Claire]

It seems like Alex is giving in to the dark side more and more. I'm curious to see where you're taking this Stan storyline. I'm glad you're still taking your time for a proper buildup of the next big moment in the story and flesh out the dialogue so much. And I feel for Sums. Even if Alex wasn't, well, Alex, she seems to be to trusting.

I kind of like the idea of Alex going after one of her professors! College boys are such easy targets for her by now... but an authority figure like that, could be interesting!

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Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Dark thoughts
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Danielle and Violet have boyfriends now, making Alex feel like the odd one out.

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Chapter 18 Everyone Has Someone But Me!

After classes Thursday I sat at the same spot in the student union, a predator scanning for prey. I was also using my phone for research on how women could get each other off while pretending to study a textbook. At least, that’s what I did until a couple holding hands caught my eye. Danielle and Tom. The Tom that rejected me at the first frat party I went to.

“What the actual hell,” I found myself speaking aloud without meaning to. Why did this always happen? Every time I started having feelings for someone they ended up with someone else. Each and every time. I bet anything they met at a party and she asked him out just like I did. And of course he’d say yes to Danielle because she wasn’t a boulder like me.

Danielle waved at someone enthusiastically and I turned in the direction she was looking at. There was Violet holding hands with a guy I recognized. I knew he was in one of my classes and couldn’t remember which one at that point. So, it’s just like high school all over again. Everyone has someone, except me. I thought to myself in anger. I bet there’s a gay guy who tries to get with me next few days just like Max...

“Hey.” A hand dropped on my shoulder. My entire body jolted. I whipped my head around to find Sums, her expression open and concerned. “You look tense. Everything ok?” I plastered a smile on my face, the one I’d practiced in the mirror for years. “Yeah. I’m fine.” She frowned and spoke softer so her voice wouldn’t carry with the ambient noise “Don’t give me that fake smile you give everyone else. Something’s bothering you.” I sighed in defeat. I could fool everyone but her. “We can go back to the dorm if you don’t feel comfortable talking here.”

I shook my head “It’s just, Danielle and Tom are together and Violet has someone and you have someone,” I managed to hold back my tears and kept my voice down, barely. Sums’ eyes flickered with recognition. “Is Danielle with the guy you wanted to hook up with the first time you came to a party?” I nodded and couldn’t stop a tear sliding down my cheek. She gave me a side hug. The scent of her shampoo filled my nostrils and my heart fluttered. “Someone someday will say yes to you. I’m here for you until that day comes.” “Thanks,” I mumbled.

I suddenly wondered what she would say if I asked that she be the one to say yes to me. But what if she said no? Would she feel like it would be cheating on Stan if she and I were intimate together? Intimate. What would it be like to kiss her mouth? Would she push me away or pull me closer? I wanted her, but I was so terrified of history repeating itself. What if Sums says yes then later tells me that she isn’t gay or bisexual? That would be the cruelest of ironies out of everything that’s ironic!

“You’re really in a funk huh,” Sums said when I was silent due to the predatory thoughts. I blinked and came back to reality. “Yeah,” I nodded. “Tell you what,” Sums said, “Tomorrow I’ve got plans with Stan at a frat party but Saturday we didn’t plan on anything.” She smiled sweetly. “He’s probably going to be a little hungover or want to sleep in. Let’s go out away from campus and have some fun, just the two of us.” My brain immediately thought ‘like a date,’ but I didn’t dare say the thought aloud.

“And,” Sums added, “Stan’s busy tonight with the fraternity planning the party so after I eat dinner with him we can watch something dumb on youtube. Be part of other people’s drama instead of your own junk.” Now it was my turn to smile. “You’re an amazing friend, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I don’t remember what we ended up watching in the dorm. Once again I had Sums right in front of me, and once again I was too afraid to do anything because I didn’t want to be rejected. Sure, I could have just forced myself onto Sums like I did the other guys, but I didn’t really care about the other guys. I just wanted their cock. How could I take advantage of Sums and keep the friendship at the same time? It would have to be without her knowledge, but how? I didn’t know anything about drugs and she would see right through me if I tried to get her to drink too much alcohol.

“I know you’re not telling me everything that’s bothering you,” Sums said, jarring me from my thoughts. “I…” I started to stammer. She put a finger on her lips then said, “That’s ok, you don’t have to. Talk to me when you’re ready, but at least tell me this: are you planning on doing anything to hurt yourself?”

The depression, she still thought I was suffering from it. In a way I was, but not the suicidal way. Suddenly I wanted the world of darkness inside me to burst like a balloon. I wanted to confess that every cell in my body vibrated with the urge to dominate, to hurt, to fuck or be fucked, to shatter every boundary that held me together. Wanted to tell her that I’d already raped guys and was plotting my next victim. That I had a burning desire to destroy Stan for even thinking he could put his hands on her because I had feelings for her. I wanted to scream that I was a monster, and the only time I felt alive was when I was taking something that wasn’t mine. Instead, I just said, “No, I’m not going to hurt myself. I am not ok, but I’m not in danger and I will talk to you about it before it gets to that danger point.” Sums stared intently at me for a few brief moments, then I saw relief in her eyes. “Good,” she said.

Sums didn’t fall asleep next to me this time. She managed to be awake enough to crawl into her bed. I lay in the darkness, my womanhood hummed with anticipation. It had been too long since I’d satisfied my dark desires. I had to find a cock to fuck. I had to. Otherwise, I’d implode. As I began to fall asleep, I felt the monster inside me laugh with glee at the decision to rape again the next day. And the laughter sounded just like me.
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Chapter Tags: MF, Noncon
Content Warnings: Unconscious drunk sex
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Recall that Alex has a key to Danielle and Violet's apartment so she could shower in their more expensive apartment without having to use the communal showers since Alex and Sums rent a cheaper dorm. Alex decides to take her prey there and have some fun!

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Chapter 19 Apartment Rape

The frat house was alive with the smell of cheap beer and desperation when I got there Friday evening. Someone had decided on a “Heroes vs. Villains” theme and the place was a mess of plastic capes, colored masks, and people running around in their underwear. I navigated through the writhing crowd. My eyes scanned for the weakest links that no one would miss right away. The music was some thumping remix of a rap song that vibrated my bones. Or that vibration could have just been the anticipation of another conquest.

Some girls danced on a table and posed for Snapchat or TikTok or whatever social media they were using. In the kitchen, a group of guys in football jerseys played beer pong and shouted every time a cup got hit. A few couples had already paired off and were making out with sloppy abandon in shadowy corners, neither hiding nor caring who watched. I felt a gnawing hunger around my womanhood. This was the ideal hunting ground.

I took my time, just like how a real lioness in the wild would stalk her prey. My feet shuffled slowly through the sea of people in the main rooms. Stan was in one of them and looked like he was in a Captain America costume a size or two small for him. He saw me and gave an awkward wave. I gave a half hearted wave back and continued onward. Stan was too visible of a target, surrounded by his friends and Sums. Sums gave me a wave too and I waved back more enthusiastically than I did with Stan.

I found my quarry soon after. Jacob? No, Jason was his name. He was a classmate in math? History? I couldn’t remember, but that tiny detail wouldn’t matter for what I was about to do. Jason clung to a half full Solo cup and his head bobbed to the music, but not in any real rhythm. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and there was already a damp patch running down the back of his shirt. He was alone. Occasionally, a group would pass by and someone would clap him on the shoulder or shout a joke, but he seemed barely present. Something was bothering him, or someone, and I was going to make it so much worse for him.

“Jason, right?” I said, sliding next to him like a shadow. “We go to the same class.” He blinked and turned his head, face slack. “Oh, hey. You’re… Alex?” “Yes,” I nodded. “Need another drink?” Jason made a vague gesture with his cup then handed it to me. I found a bartender with a batman mask to top his drink off with the strongest stuff he had then returned it to Jason. He took the cup from me and chugged half of it. Then he made a face like someone had punched him in the stomach.

“Whashooo put in da” he slurred, clearly inebriated. He leaned against the wall and looked like he was having trouble staying upright. I guided the cup to his lips and helped him finish the drink. I could see the change in him with every swallow: his face grew pink, his lips got looser, and his eyes turned to mush. “You in the mood to hook up with a friend?” I asked, tilting my head like I was confiding a secret. “She told me she really likes you.”

Jason squinted at me, then giggled. “Whuz frien.” “Violet wants to hook up with you,” I whispered. He looked around, eyes unfocused. “Whereshe?” I smiled, “Her place. I’ll help you walk there. It’s not far.” I watched him process the words, the way they wobbled inside his skull. Jason shook his head in an attempt to clear it. “Suppo ta remember sonthing. Needa lookie looo fer adding dayskin underug. Ferget da lezgo Violet.”

I got him out the side door and into the chill night air as he babbled on in drunk speak. He shivered, not used to the cold after the oven heat of the party. I kept an arm around his waist, supporting him as he lurched forward with every step. He staggered and almost went down once, but I caught him before he hit the ground. It was like walking a dog that had no concept of leashes. Nobody paid any attention to us. Everyone was too busy enjoying the party in their own little world.

We made it all the way across campus, Jason stumbling and mumbling the whole way. I let him talk, which at that point was more babbling sounds than actual words. I didn’t try to make sense of the nonsense. I just watched his eyes glaze further and further. By the time we got to Danielle and Violet's apartment Jason was essentially dead weight. My body ached from practically carrying him. It also took a few tries with the keycard to get the door open without Jason collapsing onto the floor.

Violet’s bedroom was my destination. Her bed was always messy because she never made it and would make the perfect spot to do the deed unnoticed. I huffed and puffed my way there, dragging Jason along as he continued to babble in the nonsense language of the drunks. Somehow I managed to haul Jason to the bed and flopped him face first onto the messy sheets. His legs dangled off the side, shoes and all. His head lolled to the side and his cheek mashed into the pillow, eyes unfocused.

I stood over him, listening to the sound of his heavy breathing. My own heart thudded in my chest like a bass drum. This was the part where a normal person might feel sympathy, or doubt, or any of those things that get drilled into you in psych class. I felt nothing but anticipation, especially now that the hard part was over. From the bathroom closet I fetched a towel and placed it beside Jason with intent to roll him on top of it. If I did this right, any mess made during the deed would get the towel dirty and not the bed. Violet would probably not notice her bed messier than normal, but she definitely would notice if it smelled like sex or her sheets had unusual spots.

With the towel in place beside him, I rolled him over and noticed he had passed out. Would I still be able to have sex with him? Could I get his cock hard while unconscious? I wasn’t sure, but I was definitely willing to find out! My sex hummed with desire as I stripped him. Stripping someone while they’re fully unconscious is not as easy as it looks on movies or television. I broke a nail while trying to force his pants down. Once he was naked enough, I wasn’t going to bother with trying to get him fully naked, I undressed.

Jason’s cock was tiny. Real tiny. Smaller than my ring finger tiny. Was this how cocks looked like when they weren’t hard? I touched it experimentally. It moved a little but didn’t grow. How was this supposed to work? Mark’s cock needed a little coaxing to get hard, but it wasn’t this small. Intrigued at the unexpected problem, I decided to start slow at first by rubbing the tiny cock as best I could between two fingers.

After a little while I noticed the cock start to take shape and grow. I was able to use more fingers and eventually the cock got large enough to jerk in my hand. It still wasn’t fully hard though, but I figured a little oral would fix that. Finally, after what felt like forever, the cock was fully erect. Not impressive, but it would do.

I climbed back on top of him, gripping his cock with one hand and lining it up with my cunt. The first push sent a jolt through my body, a spasm that made me gasp. I rode him, slow at first, savoring the sensation. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, my pelvis slapping his with an urgent, desperate rhythm. I looked down at his unconscious form. He was completely helpless and all mine.

The orgasm snuck up on me, exploding out of nowhere and ripping through my body like a bolt of lightning. I arched my back and let out a guttural moan, clenching around him so hard I thought I might snap him in half. For a moment, time stopped. There was only the sound of my own heartbeat and the wild, animal joy of power. When the wave subsided I kept going. This time I was prepared for the after orgasm sensitivity and worked through it. I kept riding him through a second orgasm. My thighs trembled and sweat beaded at my hairline as I pushed through the hypersensitivity. His body suddenly tensed beneath me, and I felt the warm, rhythmic pulse of him emptying inside me just as my third orgasm crashed down, turning my muscles to liquid fire. I climbed off with shaky legs and stood at the foot of the bed. My thighs trembled, not from weakness, but from something close to ecstasy. I looked down at Jason, the pathetic lump of flesh on the sheets, and felt elated from the conquest.

Then I sighed an exasperated sigh when I realized I had to carry him out of the apartment. Dressing someone who is complete dead weight is harder than undressing them. Or maybe it was because my body was crashing from the endorphin high. Either way, getting Jason dressed again sucked and seemed to take forever. My arms felt like heavy rubber as I put my own clothes back on.

Somehow I managed to drag Jason out of the bed and propped him against my side, his arm around my shoulders like we were just two drunk friends helping each other home. I staggered him into the hallway and down the stairs to the service corridor, where the janitors left their carts and garbage bins. There was a ratty old couch there, probably rescued from the dorm dumpster, and I dumped Jason onto it, positioning him so it looked like he’d passed out on his own. I checked his pulse, just to be sure. Still alive. Satisfied, I returned to the apartment.

The towel underneath Jason did have a spot on it. I carefully removed it and inspected the other side of the towel. It didn’t appear to have gone all the way through, so I could still use the towel to dry off after a shower. And maybe the spot wouldn’t be noticed. I went to Danielle and Violet’s bathroom, stripped naked, and stepped into the shower. The water was nice and hot. I scrubbed every inch of myself, watching the suds swirl down the drain. I washed my hair, then just stood there, letting the heat soak into my bones. The heat felt rejuvenating and refreshing.

After my shower I went back to my dorm. Inside, the room was oddly empty. Sums hadn’t come back from the party. Didn’t she say she wanted to do something together Saturday to cheer me up? The thought of everyone having someone but me seemed silly to be upset about now that I had gotten what I wanted. But did I truly get what I wanted? No, not really. It was only a matter of time before my womanhood ached with desire again. The monster inside me would softly cry out “feed me,” getting louder and louder each time until it couldn’t be ignored. I flopped down on my bed and wondered what would come next. How long until someone got suspicious? How long could I use Danielle and Violet’s apartment without being caught by them? How long until Sums looked at me and saw not her best friend, but the hungry thing I really was?

I listened to the silence of the room and the slow, steady beat of my heart. I thought about Jason, limp and helpless on a janitor’s couch, and I wondered if he would ever figure out what happened to him. I also wondered if I would ever get caught, or if I would just keep going, racking up bodies and secrets and memories, until the pit inside me finally filled up or swallowed me whole.

I rolled over and pressed my face into the pillow, feeling the roughness of the fabric against my skin. I inhaled deeply, searching for the faintest trace of bleach or sweat or sex, but there was nothing. Only clean air and the ghost of what I’d done. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come, but it didn’t. I lay awake for hours, feeling the hunger grow, knowing that I would never be able to satisfy it, not really. Not until the whole world was inside me, screaming and crying and begging for mercy.

And even then, I knew, I would want more.

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The rape prior to this one in Chapter 12 has been edited to better fit the story. Also, yes there's a reason Sums hasn't come back to the dorm yet.