The CUNT Rapist

[Vile8r]

I remember staring at a water stain on the ceiling, shaped vaguely like Texas, while he awkwardly thrust inside me. It was a strangled sound that wasn't quite pleasure, like he was forcing himself to try and feel good.

This little tidbit from Chapter 2 is so perfect! Such an awesome description of first-time awkward teenage sex. She stares at a water stain on the ceiling! LOL

Did you have this story posted on the old RU? I'm pretty sure I've read it before. But I like the original concept of making Alex a bigger girl. Not all girls are knock-dead gorgeous as many girls in stories usually are portrayed, so I like that you've made her a plainer, more ordinary girl. AND she's the rapist! That's even better!

[RapeU]

Did you have this story posted on the old RU? I'm pretty sure I've read it before.

Nope! A few weeks before I posted the first chapter was when the idea of a female rapist in college came to me. Unlike prior stories where I just started writing from an idea, I made this one a little different by planning the main points ahead of time. I even made a map of the town of Cook, but it got lost due to a computer update. I haven't felt like remaking it again.

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Vague descriptions of a rape.
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Sums shows up the next morning, and it isn't a pretty sight.

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Chapter 20 Best Friend Broken

At 7:00 am the next morning when I had to get up and pee Sums still hadn’t come back to the dorm. The communal restroom was thankfully empty. I didn’t want to have to deal with overly cheerful morning people, I just wanted to pee and go back to sleep. My mission was a success without seeing a single soul and I happily went back to bed.

Several hours later the door to the room burst open, snapping me awake. I sat up out of reflex to see that Sums had returned, but something was wrong. Her clothing was completely drenched with water. The makeup on her face was grotesque, black rivers of mascara ran down her cheeks. When I looked into her eyes, I saw a very familiar look. Haunted, vulnerable, broken, and shattered.

“Who did this to you?” My voice came out raspy with emotions tugging me in every direction. Sums stood there for a few long moments. Blank, lifeless. I crawled out of bed and reached out to hug her. She recoiled at first, her eyes told me she was elsewhere. Then they came back into focus, and she released the torrent of emotions inside of her. “I…ca…can’t b…be…believe I w…w…was so stupid,” she sobbed. “He…and…his…friends…” she couldn’t finish the rest and buried her face onto me.

“They hurt you,” I said as a statement not a question. “Drugged…me…then…I…woke…up…sticky…and…dirty…and…and…” she couldn’t talk any further as the sobs took hold of her. Stan and his friends drugged and probably raped Sums. My Sums. I felt an anger so intense that my vision became blood red. I held onto Sums tightly, probably too tightly, but if she noticed she didn’t seem to care.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” I said after I took a moment to ensure my voice wouldn’t drip with venomous anger. Sums shook her head “No…evidence,” she hiccupped, “…someone…sprayed…water…right…after…I…woke…up…” Tormented sobs flew out of her mouth. “It’s not your fault,” I whispered. “It’s never your fault.” I rocked her gently. My cheek pressed into her hair and the smell of her shampoo punched straight into my brainstem. I ran my hand up and down her back, mechanical, the same way my mom used to do when I was little and sick. We stayed like that for a long time. I felt her muscles start to uncoil, breath slow from panic to mere misery. My hand kept moving on autopilot, tracing the ridges of her spine. She made a sound that was almost a word, then stopped.

“It’s okay,” I told her again, softer. “You don’t have to say anything else. I’ll be here. I’ll stay here as long as you need.” She nodded, face smashed into my chest. Her hand bunched my shirt into a fist, tugging it tighter. We swayed together and the irony of a rapist comforting a rape victim wasn’t lost on me.

“I know I promised you we would go out today…” Sums said in a dead voice. “Stop,” I cut her off. “You don't have to do anything today," I whispered. "You don't have to do anything ever again, if you don't want." My voice was steady, shockingly calm, considering the violent urges to hurt Stan inside my skull. I held her until my knees burned from squatting on the carpet, then gently guided her to sit on my bed. She curled into a tight ball. Her hair clung to her face in wet, sticky fans and her teeth chattered out of rhythm, like her body couldn't decide if it wanted to shut down or explode. I sat next to her. "Do you want to talk about it? Or not talk at all?" She shook her head, "I just want to forget," she managed.

Once again I found myself spooning with Sums in my bed. “You’re safe now, and I’ll keep you safe.” I held her tight and wished it were under different circumstances. If only we were doing this as a legitimate couple instead of as best friends. Eventually, Sums fell into a fitful sleep. She would mumble and make noises like she was scared and each time I would gently rub her.

With Sums asleep, I was left alone with my dark thoughts. Stan needed to pay for what he had done. So far all my conquests have been random week prey. This time, I would be going after the alpha of Alpha house. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I had to snicker at that one. She also mentioned his friends, so I needed to know exactly who was involved. I didn’t want to stop holding Sums, but I realized I needed to start collecting information immediately. There was no way I was going to let this stand, not even for a day. Carefully I managed to retrieve her phone from her pocket and unlocked it with her face without disturbing her sleep. Then I took pictures of any text messages that looked useful on my phone.

A group chat with Stan and his friends caught my attention. “Bringing the good stuff tonight, ” this message from Wayne who didn’t have a profile picture. Rick had immediately replied “Yea we’ll get lucky tonight!” He had a profile picture of a guy with a mustache wearing a sombrero. I didn’t recognize the guy and wondered if it was his idea of a joke or if he was really being racist. Notably, when I scanned through messages from Stan only he had immediately downplayed Rick’s message. “Don’t worry the guys are all talk we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Obviously that was a lie.

After I took pictures I put her phone back in her pocket. She acted like she was having a nightmare as I did so and thankfully calmed down when I rubbed her body again. I used the time sitting with Sums to plan everything out the best I could without getting caught. As the thoughts raced inside my head, I realized I was about to become more monstrous than ever. And I would enjoy every moment of it.
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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
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Alex enlists the help of a friend and together they plan on getting revenge against Stan. Afterwards, Alex comforts Sums and continues to struggle with her moral compass.

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Chapter 21 A Plan For Stan

On Sunday evening Danielle cornered me when I was passing through the student union getting some snacks. “Something’s happened with Sums,” she said. “Suddenly she isn’t responding to texts normally. It’s like her personality is just…gone.” Concern poured out of her eyes. “You’re her best friend, what’s going on?” Best friend, there it was again. How I wished it was something more.

For a moment I considered brushing Danielle off, but then I considered I might need help to take Stan and his friends down. “Not here,” I whispered. “Let’s go somewhere private. Like your apartment.” Danielle agreed and we walked there in silence. Violet wasn’t home, presumably with her boyfriend. Part of me wondered why Danielle wasn’t with Tom, but there were more important things to worry about at the moment.

“Stan and his friends assaulted Sums,” I said once we settled into the apartment. Danielle shook her head as if she were trying to get water out of her ears. “What?” I repeated it and she shook her head again. “No wonder. Everyone already knows they broke up and that something is up, but nobody seemed to know why.” I allowed some of the emotions to bleed out as I said “now you know. And I need your help to do something about it.”

Danielle’s eyes narrowed with skepticism “By going to the police I hope?” I shook my head. “You know the only reason that football player got any kind of real consequence is because he was stupid enough to practically brag about it on social media multiple times. When the public got wind of it they pressured the university and police to give him consequences.” I angrily paced while Danielle sat on the couch. “Sums would have to go and tell them, otherwise it’s just hearsay. And she is barely able to leave the dorm to go to the restroom.”

“I hate to be devil’s advocate over here,” Danielle interrupted, “but if the police can’t do anything without Sums going to them, what can we do?” I smiled and allowed part of the darkness within me to show on my face. “Simple,” I crowed “I’m going to give Stan a taste of his own medicine.” Danielle blinked rapidly as her brain processed what I just said. “Wait, how is that going to even remotely work?” I rubbed my hands together “You know the rumor about the CUNT rapist?” Danielle nodded, unease painted on her features. “Think about it. If Stan really gets raped by a female and he tries to tell people…” Danielle’s eyes brightened as the lightbulb went off in her head “…no one will believe him and think he’s joking.” Something in her face flashed, and for a moment it was like staring at the darkness of my own reflection. “That’s diabolical,” she said with unusual enthusiasm.

I nodded “And who better to do it than me? So, are you in?” Danielle nodded without hesitation, “Absolutely. Stan probably wouldn’t get any real consequences if Sums went to the police anyway. That douchebag who did it at Cook’s Creek is still running around somewhere probably doing it again. The system doesn’t punish rapists enough.” Danielle’s resolve surprised me, and suddenly I was glad I asked her for help. “Ok, so I have a plan but I want to get Violet in on this first so I can tell it to you both.”

Danielle held up her hand. “No go.” I gave her a puzzled look. “Violet and Stan go way back. Same country club, same social circles,” she explained. “Her parents and his parents vacation together every winter. I think they’re either related or really good friends.” She sighed heavily, “Violet would probably side with Stan if she were given a choice.” That information was definitely good to know. “I’m glad you came to me first instead of Violet.” Danielle laughed “Violet lives in her own little world of spoils and riches. She wouldn’t have noticed something was off so quickly like I did.”

We spent the next half hour talking about the plan I had. Danielle’s eyes were firm with resolve. She threw in some good suggestions and pointed out possible flaws. I never thought Danielle would have been capable of such ideas. Then again, before I came to Cook College I wouldn’t have ever thought I would end up raping men. Was Danielle just like me, a monster underneath a mask, or did I corrupt her? After we settled on a solid plan I went back to our dorm to check on Sums.

The dorm door still creaked on its hinges. Sums hadn't moved since I left, her body still curled into a tight ball on her bed, one hand clutched beneath her chin like a child. Tear tracks had dried on her cheeks, leaving faint salty trails that caught the light. Her hair was matted against the pillow, tangled and dull where it had once shone. The room smelled of stale air and the cloying scent of her shampoo, a scent I usually found pleasant but now seemed to stick in my throat like something rotten.

Sums stirred slightly as I settled on the edge of the narrow bed. The mattress dipped beneath my weight, and she rolled toward me involuntarily. My breath caught in my throat. Her vulnerability was like a physical presence in the room. She had no defense against any kind of threat. I could feel my pulse quickening, a predatory instinct rising inside me that had nothing to do with vengeance and everything to do with hunger.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus. This was Sums. My friend. The only person who had truly seen me and still cared. And she had been hurt in the worst possible way by someone who was supposed to protect her. How could I allow the monster inside me to swallow her like Stan did? Plus, I still had no idea what to do to get pleasure with another woman.

My hand hovered over her shoulder, hesitant to wake her but needing to check on her. When I finally touched her, her skin was cool and clammy. She flinched in her sleep, a small whimper escaping her lips. “Shh, it's okay. It's just me,” I murmured, hating how my voice dripped with anger at Stan. “You're safe.” Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then widened with a flash of panic before recognition set in. “Alex?” Her voice was hoarse, barely audible. “What time is it?” I fished my phone out of my pocket. “A little after four,” I said and grabbed a bottle of water nearby. “Here, you should drink something.”

I helped her sit up, one arm around her shoulders. She felt fragile beneath my touch, as though her bones had hollowed overnight. She took the bottle with trembling hands and sipped slowly, wincing as though even swallowing hurt. “How are you feeling?” I asked and immediately regretted how stupid that sounded. She didn't answer directly. Instead, she stared into the water as though it might contain answers. “I keep thinking I should have known better,” she finally said.

My hand clenched into a fist at my side, out of her line of sight. The anger that surged through me was pure and clean, untainted by my darker impulses. In that moment, I hated Stan with every fiber of my being. “This is not your fault,” I said firmly, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. “None of it. Not one second.”

Her eyes filled with fresh tears. “Sometimes I can still feel it happening,” she whispered in a haunted voice. The image of Sums violated by who knows how many men made my stomach lurch. But alongside that revulsion came a wave of heat that pooled low in my body. The monster within had excitement at the thought of her naked and vulnerable. I hated myself in that moment more than I had ever hated anyone.

“He won’t hurt you again,” I promised, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the war raging inside me. Sums reached for my hand, her fingers cold and delicate as they wrapped around mine. The simple touch sent a jolt through me. I held perfectly still, afraid that if I moved, I might do something unforgivable. “Thank you,” she murmured, her eyes drifting closed again. “For being here. For being my best friend. For...” She trailed off and lay back down as exhaustion claimed her.

I sat there for a long time after her breathing deepened into sleep, my hand still clasped in hers. The desire to just take her was strong, but so was the desire to have her as more than a friend. Who was I becoming? The question echoed in my mind with no clear answer. The girl I had been would never have considered assaulting anyone, would have been horrified by the thoughts now crawling through my mind. But that girl had been weak, overlooked, powerless. This new version of me was none of those things.

I gently extricated my hand from Sums' grip and stood up. In the mirror, my silhouette seemed to grow larger, consuming the shadows around me. I was caught between my remaining humanity and the darkness threatening to consume me completely. Part of me still wanted to protect Sums because I cared for her. Another part wanted to possess her, to make her mine in the same violent way I had claimed the others.

I crawled into bed and focused on the plan to get even with Stan. He and his friends would pay for what they did. They took something I considered mine. No one, absolutely no one, was allowed to take what belonged to me. The predator inside me growled with satisfaction at the thought.
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There's a reason Danielle isn't with Tom when Violet is with her own boyfriend, but as Alex mentioned there were more important things to worry about at the time.

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
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Phase 1 of taking Stan down is to observe him in his classes to try and find a weakness. But the plan backfires when Alex is noticed by others. What will she do now?

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Chapter 22 Cover Blown

Monday morning I was all set to begin the plan to take down Stan. Danielle had found out Stan’s class schedule and texted it to me late Sunday night. Phase 1 of the plan was to silently stalk Stan from afar and note any possible weakness. I was the hunter and Stan my prey. The only downside was I would miss my own classes, but this would hopefully be quick and temporary.

Sums remained in bed when I left for the day and appeared to be asleep. Just in case she woke up while I was gone I sent her a quick text to let me know if she needed anything. I felt torn leaving Sums by herself, but told myself it would all be worth it to see the same haunted look in Stan’s face. As I walked out the door, I felt the monster inside me shift, grow, stretch its claws against the cage of my ribs. It wanted blood. Stan's blood. His humiliation. His pain. I would give it what it wanted, and in doing so, give Sums what she needed. Vengeance.

Stan’s first class of the day was Calculus I. I arrived before anyone else did and grabbed a seat in the back. The classroom was smaller than I had anticipated, and I just then remembered someone once told me that upper level classes have fewer people in them than freshman. Sure enough, only fifteen students came in the classroom all at once, including Stan. No one approached me or seemed to notice I was in the back.

My prey looked normal, but I could tell something was off about him. He wasn’t as flamboyant or talkative as I’d seen him be in the past. Perhaps he had a guilty conscience? Good. Guilt was something I could work with if that was the case, but I had to make sure so I didn’t end up overplaying my hand.

The professor entered the class after all the students did and everything seemed normal, though this was much higher level math than I had seen before. Mentally I slapped myself, I was supposed to be watching Stan not paying attention to the lecture damn it! After I got back on track and watched Stan take notes, I noticed something peculiar. A girl in front of me turned around and caught my eye. She tapped the shoulder of a girl next to her, whispered something, and they both glanced back at me. What the fuck? Since when did people start noticing me? I hunched lower in my seat, attempting to will myself to be invisible. This wasn't normal. People didn't notice me. I was furniture, background noise, easily forgotten.

“Forgive me,” the professor said, looking directly at me, “I have such an absent mind. What was your name again?” I felt my cheeks go hot. Every head in the lecture hall swiveled toward me. Including Stan's. Stan had a bewildered look on his face. This was completely wrong, I shouldn’t have been noticed. Why was I noticed? “I’m absent minded too, I went to the wrong classroom,” I said lamely. A few people snickered, then I heard someone whisper something terrifying. “Hey isn’t that Alex?”

My palms began to sweat, leaving damp marks on my notebook paper. The room seemed to shrink around me, the walls inching closer with each passing minute. My heartbeat accelerated, pounding in my ears so loudly I was certain everyone could hear it. The air grew thicker, harder to pull into my lungs. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be invisible. That was the whole point. How did a freaking junior know who I was? Somehow, I managed to navigate myself out of the classroom without tripping over anything or embarrassing myself further.

I ducked into the bathroom, face burning hot and sweat all over my body. No one was there. I stared at my red face in the mirror for quite some time. What was different about me? As I stared into my eyes, I quickly realized what had happened. My eyes were no longer masked with a generic look that hid the sadness of depression. Now what people saw when they looked into my eyes was confidence. The confidence of a predator. And then I realized it wasn’t just my eyes, but my whole body language shifted. This wasn’t ideal. I had become noticeable at the worst possible time.

I heard voices outside and the bathroom door start to open, and I had no desire for anyone to see me in my present state. Thinking quickly, I ducked into one of the stalls and locked the door. “Did you hear about the girl in Calculus class just now?” Me, they were talking about me. “Yeah I think I saw her at one of the parties. Doesn’t talk much, but she’s real intense looking.” My heart thudded in my chest so loud that I was afraid they would hear it. They noticed me at a party? What. The. Fuck.

“I hear she’s got a crush on a guy in the class.” They giggled for a while. “Wonder who it is. Someone should ask her.” I could practically feel the suggestion being shot down before it happened. “Are you joking? That’s someone you don’t want to mess with. There’s just something about her that’s…” she trailed off and I imagined her gesticulating something offensive.

Annoyed, I decided to make my presence known by coughing. The girls gasped and one of them said “we should probably get back to class.” I heard the door open and shut, but just to be safe I waited in the stall a little longer. When I was certain the bathroom was empty, I emerged from the stall on shaky legs. At the sink, I splashed cold water on my face, then forced myself to look in the mirror again. The girls were annoying, but they were at least far from the truth. Still, I had to be more careful. How long had people been noticing me?

I gripped the edge of the sink, feeling the cold porcelain bite into my palms. Should I abandon the surveillance? Go back to the dorm, check on Sums, pretend this was all a bad idea? My original plan had depended on my ability to watch Stan unnoticed, to learn his routines and vulnerabilities without raising suspicion. If I couldn't do that...

Sums' face flashed in my mind. Not the vibrant, laughing girl I'd first met, but the hollow eyed shell who hadn't left her bed, flinched at sudden movements, and cried in her sleep. Stan had done that to her. Him and his friends. They'd taken something precious and shattered it, and they thought they'd get away with it because that's what always happened. No. I couldn't give up. I'd just have to adapt. Be more careful. More strategic. But how?

One thing was certain, I couldn’t think in the bathroom where my thoughts could get interrupted at any moment by girls who were mentally still in high school. I decided to stick with my regular schedule and abandon the surveillance of Stan for now. Perhaps if I was in my normal routine I could come up with something.

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[Claire]

And I'm up to date on the story again!

I feel a little bad for suggesting the Sums gets raped plotline but I like the new dynamic this adds to the story. Alex conspiring with other girls for her revenge plan, her surveillance of Stan not working out as intended, that's good stuff. It's a smart choice to not have everything go smoothly for Alex.

At 7:00 am the next morning when I had to get up and pee Sums still hadn’t come back to the dorm. The communal restroom was thankfully empty. I didn’t want to have to deal with overly cheerful morning people, I just wanted to pee and go back to sleep. My mission was a success without seeing a single soul and I happily went back to bed.

Ah, yes, the great success of peeing in the morning without being noticed. I felt that!


There is one general thing about the story I find interesting. Not a criticism, just noteworthy. You emphasize a lot how Alex struggles with her weight and self-image in general. But you rarely show her eating. I would suspect that someone like Alex might eat as a coping mechanism for stress, to reward or maybe even punish herself. It would have been interesting to see whether raping these college kids or maybe even just the planning of her assaults would give her a differet outlet for her stress and reduce her stress eating.

[RapeU]

And I'm up to date on the story again!

I feel a little bad for suggesting the Sums gets raped plotline but I like the new dynamic this adds to the story. Alex conspiring with other girls for her revenge plan, her surveillance of Stan not working out as intended, that's good stuff. It's a smart choice to not have everything go smoothly for Alex.

The plotline helps tie in an event I had planned out before Sums' character was even created. Essentially, rumors of the CUNT rapist are going to soon spread like wildfire and I had in my mind a character losing their shit about people making a joke about a female rapist. Sums being that character will tug at Alex's emotional strings beautifully

Ah, yes, the great success of peeing in the morning without being noticed. I felt that!

When I lived with my parents, I would always dread the 6:00 am bathroom trips because if one of the dogs heard me, they would both come running and do what dogs do when they greet humans. That would wake me up more and if I tried to go back in my room they'd whine for a while. So it was always a win when I was able to sneak into the bathroom and sneak back in my room unnoticed by the dogs

There is one general thing about the story I find interesting. Not a criticism, just noteworthy. You emphasize a lot how Alex struggles with her weight and self-image in general. But you rarely show her eating. I would suspect that someone like Alex might eat as a coping mechanism for stress, to reward or maybe even punish herself. It would have been interesting to see whether raping these college kids or maybe even just the planning of her assaults would give her a differet outlet for her stress and reduce her stress eating.

I see where you're going with this, but the result of Alex being overweight is mostly genetics through no fault of her own. Her brother essentially got the good parts while she got the more undesirable parts. Part of that is due to their differences in sex as well. So no matter what Alex eats or does she's always going to struggle with weight. The food trope with someone large isn't something I wanted to do for this particular story, but that is something to think about in a future story somewhere down the road.

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
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Alex realizes Danielle could be the one to observe Stan in his classes. She agrees and has a few interesting details to report.

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Chapter 23 Not Acting Normal

The next morning I realized the solution to observing Stan unnoticed was simple. Danielle could do it instead of me. What was I thinking, going in and observing him myself? He knew who I was and that I wouldn’t have belonged in his class if he noticed I was there. Even though my plan was careful, illogical moments due to being emotional about what happened to Sums were still present. Thankfully, if Danielle agreed, this solution would be best. I sent her a text to meet me before classes and she agreed.

The student union had a quieter hum than normal. Dark storm clouds gathered outside, and everyone seemed to reflect that mood. Danielle and I grabbed a table at a corner to talk. “Ok, so I was noticed in Stan’s class yesterday.” Danielle’s eyes widened, “What happened?” I sighed “I tried to follow Stan to his classes, to watch him and learn his patterns. But people noticed me, Danielle.” My voice became irritated, reflective of the weather, “They fucking noticed me. The professor called me out in class. Some girls were talking about me in the bathroom afterward.” I shook my head in disbelief. “I used to always hate being invisible. Now when I need to be I’m not.”

Danielle nodded “I’ve noticed that lately you’re becoming different. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” I nodded “Sums has helped a lot.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. Danielle’s eyes softened “How is she doing?” I shook my head “She only emerges from the dorm room to go to the restroom. When she does, she acts like someone is going to come out and grab her.” Her face hardened. “Bastards,” she spat. I nodded in agreement. “Going back to the plan, I’m going to need you to be the one to observe Stan. You’re like how I used to be, no offense.”

Danielle paused for a few moments. Then, she nodded “Yeah, I’ll do it for Sums. It’ll help me take my mind off some things.” I looked at her questioningly, but she didn’t elaborate. Was it something I needed to address? No, Danielle wasn’t laying in bed at nearly all hours of the day like Sums was. She still seemed to be functioning. I made a mental note to ask her about whatever it was later since she didn’t seem to want to talk about it now. “Meet back here after classes.” I said after some uncomfortable silence. Danielle nodded and we both set off to tackle the day.

The day dragged on exceptionally slowly. I couldn’t focus in any of my classes and kept thinking about the revenge against Stan and his friends. Finally, after what felt like an eternity I found myself in the student union waiting for Danielle. Rain pattered on the windows and everyone’s mood seemed sour.

“What have you got,” I asked. Danielle glanced around before she sat down and said “Something’s definitely weird about Stan and a few of his friends. They’re not acting normal.” I nodded and said “I got that vibe too when I observed him before someone noticed me. What do you think is going on?” Danielle shrugged, “no idea, but a few of the guys are watching Stan’s every move. I think they’re acting as gatekeepers for people who want to talk to Stan while also preventing him from doing something.”

Something clicked in my brain. “They’re watching him in case he hurts himself.” Danielle looked thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe,” she said, “That would explain why they left him in the library and whispered something to one of the librarians.” She shook her head “I didn’t hear what it was, but the librarian watched him like a hawk.” “Interesting,” I rubbed my hands together. “Any reason they left him in the library?” Danielle nodded “I heard that part, they both had a lab to go to for a class that Stan isn’t in.” I snapped my fingers. “Then if the pattern holds, they will have the lab Thursday and we can get Stan alone then.”

Danielle’s eyes widened “You’re going to rape Stan in broad daylight at the library?” “Shhhhh,” I whispered and looked around. It didn’t look like anyone had heard us. “No, me assaulting Stan will happen later when there’s a party and everyone is distracted.” She got a curious look on her face and looked like she wanted to ask a question, but was too afraid to ask. I could see the question forming on her lips, so I smoothly lied, “I got the idea from the rumors of the CUNT rapist.” Danielle nodded and seemed to be fooled by the lie.

“We need to observe and find any weakness that we can use against him,” I explained. “It’s not enough to make him feel what Sums felt, his social status needs to be sabotaged.” Danielle smiled “I think I may know a way to do that tomorrow while I observe him.” She explained her plan. After Danielle walked me through her idea, I saw the spark in her eyes that I recognized in myself. She had gone from passive observer to active participant in less than a week. If I was the mastermind, she was becoming the loyal apprentice.

Back in my dorm, the lights were all off and Sums was still in bed, blankets wrapped around her tight. Her emptiness was so total that it seemed to weigh the room down as if gravity was pulling everything inward. I wondered when the last time she moved was. Using the backlight of my phone, I gently swept light over her form to see if she was awake. She didn’t appear to be.

I crawled into my own bed, letting the phone's glow fill my retinas until weird afterimages drifted across the wall. The room hummed with Sums' quiet, uneven breathing. She breathed like her body was fighting to pull air from a world that didn’t want her anymore. I thought about lying beside her and just holding her until the pain diluted enough for her to forget it ever happened at all, but I didn’t. Instead, I remained in bed and watched her, the way people watch a dying animal at the zoo when it’s too sad to keep pretending it’s not dying. And I told myself I’d make the dying stop.
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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Cyberbullying
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Don't cyberbully at home. Or anywhere for that matter.

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Chapter 24 - Cyberbullying

Danielle and Violet’s apartment was more secure for what we were about to do than the student union. I was skeptical about Violet interrupting us, but Danielle assured me Violet was preoccupied with her boy toy. Part of me wondered why Danielle wasn’t spending time with Tom, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Focus on one problem at a time.

“Ok, I’m fair with technology so you’ll need to explain what we’re doing to me again and tell me how to do it.” Danielle rolled her eyes. I didn’t blame her, I would have rolled my eyes at me too if she had asked me to repeat something multiple times like I had. Part of it was just nerves. Ok most of it. “You’re going to use a VPN network to mask your computer’s location. Any will do, just make sure it says anywhere but Texas.” I nodded, “Any recommendations?” She thought for a moment, “Opera browser is user friendly with a free built in VPN. You just have to switch it on.”

I completed the step. “VPN has me in Canada.” Danielle smiled, “Perfect, I’ve got mine set up for South Africa. Now you’re going to use gmail to create fake email addresses, which you will then use to create fake social media accounts.” My heart pounded in my ears from nerves even though what we were doing wasn’t technically illegal. Yet. “Ok, creating my first few accounts.” Danielle nodded, “Good, now my part is the trickiest of all.” I don’t remember exactly what she said, the technology was beyond my understanding, but it had something to do with making it look like a burner phone caller ID was Stan. We also had a secondary burner phone where the caller ID could somehow be cycled through different numbers or something.

For the next few hours, we worked in tandem, our heads bent close together over our devices. I crafted fake profiles and started posting false rumors about Stan in various places. Meanwhile, Danielle faked it to where “Stan” admitted to having chlamydia and herpes, carefully mimicking the way he and his buddies talked. My fingertips left sweaty prints as I worked.

“We need the rumor he has an STD seen by a sorority.” I suggested, my voice a throaty whisper. “They'll do the rest of the work for us.” Danielle nodded, “I’m already on it. One of the sisters owes me a favor that I’ve called in now.” She smirked “Actually, it’s Violet’s favor, but she probably won’t even remember it.” My computer dinged with notifications as people began responding to the fake profiles I'd created. Girls asking if the stories were true, guys tagging Stan with laughing emojis, some people already sharing the posts without questioning their authenticity. It was working.

“I’m going to hit the Cook Tribune’s social media pages next.” That was the town’s newspaper, and I had a feeling there existed an advertisement for the paper where someone put UN between the words. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and typed out a detailed account of Stan's supposed sexual inadequacies from the perspective of an anonymous hookup. I made sure to include just enough specific details about his appearance and habits to make it believable.

“Ok,” Danielle announced. “That should do it, now let’s see the damage.” She frowned. “hmmm,” her brow furrowed and then she sighed. “It didn’t work.” I blinked. “What do you mean it didn’t work? How can you tell so quickly?” She shook her head. “Stan’s friends are counter bullying.” Her eyes darted to the vibrating burner phone. “I’d avoid looking at that phone if I were you. It’s not pretty.”

I looked anyway, then smiled. “They were stupid enough to use their own accounts.” Danielle looked at me questioningly. My smile grew wider. “Doesn’t the university have an anti-bullying policy, including cyber bullying?” I saw my idea light up inside her eyes, “Oh! It does! You’re supposed to report bullying, not exacerbate it!” I let out a giggle of glee, “Now all we need to do is report it to the university and…”

Danielle put her hand up and cleared her throat. I let her interrupt my train of thought. “One of your fake emails needs to do it. Not us directly,” she explained. “Oh that’s even better,” I said. “They won’t be able to catch us right?” Danielle shook her head. “I’m going to scrub computer histories for today. Turn off the burner phones and toss them in a dumpster. No one will ever know.”

I sighed, “It's not enough, but it's a start at least.” Danielle nodded “They'll probably get a slap on the wrist, but after a while those slaps hurt.” She sighed too and looked like she was exhausted, “It’s a lot of work attacking someone online.” Her voice sounded like she was thinking about something in the past. “Sometimes things don’t happen the way you might think.” That was interesting. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything she beat me to it. “I used to do this all the time. It’s actually how I met Violet.” She avoided eye contact and said, “some people get addicted to porn, others drugs. Me? I got addicted to online bullying. And I was good at it.”

The monster inside me was thrilled that Danielle had a dark side. I wanted to encourage it, bring it out. But Danielle clearly felt conflicted with what she was doing, she even called it an addiction. “Stan and his friends deserve it,” I said. She looked at me and I saw a glimpse of remorse. “All of this is for Sums,” I encouraged. She nodded, “For Sums,” she repeated but the guilt hadn’t left her eyes. “It’s ok,” I said “I’m here to keep you grounded. We just bully these guys and then we stop once Stan gets what’s coming to him.” Yeah,” Danielle nodded, “We’ll stop,” she said in an uncertain voice. Even though she sounded uncertain, I knew she would continue. Because that’s exactly what I did with my own predatory desires.

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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Plotting of a future rape
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Violet becomes suspicious about Danielle and Alex. She confronts them in the apartment, and there's unexpected results!

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Chapter 25 Angry Outbursts

Thursday after classes Danielle and I met at the apartment again. “Well, they got suspended for a day. That’s something.” I said. Danielle nodded. “They won’t dare try bullying back today. We can mass attack Stan.” She paused for a moment. “How is Sums holding up?” I shook my head. “She isn’t, she just lays in bed all day. Thankfully she’s eating crackers and drinking water, so that’s something.”

Danielle’s eyes flashed with anger. “Bastards. I have an idea of how to…” the sound of a key in the lock interrupted her thoughts. I looked at her and noticed the panic in her eyes. The door swung open and Violet stormed into the apartment looking like she was about to murder someone. “What the hell are you two doing?” I gulped as she looked me right in the eyes with fire in hers. Danielle meekly spoke “We’re doing homework, right Alex?”

Violet laughed angrily “Oh that is such bullshit.” She loomed over us like a school teacher disciplining an unruly student. “You’re bullying people again, and not just anyone. Stan.” she said to Danielle who visibly gulped. “I know it’s you, I’m not stupid.” She then turned her gaze onto me. “And you, you were probably bullied yourself because of your weight.” Ouch, that one stung and I could feel myself visibly cringe. “Now, you’re going to tell me exactly what’s going on. It better not be mean girls type shit or I’ll report you to the university. And to my friend that you are bullying.”

The threat hit me like a bucket of ice water. My vision narrowed, tunneling until all I could see was Violet's face, her lips forming those damning words. The monster inside me surged forward, and for a terrifying moment, I imagined my hands around her throat, squeezing until that threat could never materialize. My body trembled with the effort of restraint. “Alex...” Danielle's frightened voice seemed to come from far away.

The words burst out like water from a broken dam. “Sums was raped by Stan and his friends.” The words hung in the air between us, heavy and poisonous. Violet blinked a few times, “What?” My hands shook and my voice trembled, “Sums. My roommate. Our friend. Stan’s supposed girlfriend. She was raped by them last Saturday at the party.” I felt hot tears come out of my eyes. “She came back Sunday looking like a zombie. She could barely speak. Just kept saying they drugged her, that she woke up sticky and dirty, and then someone sprayed her with water to wash away the evidence.”

Violet stood with an inscrutable stone faced expression. I kept talking, feeling the anger pour out of me in waves, “Do you know what it's like to hold someone while they sob so hard they can't breathe? To watch them flinch every time there's a noise in the hallway? She hasn't left her bed in days except to go to the bathroom. She's terrified, barely eating, barely alive.” My voice broke, and my cheeks were wet with angry tears. “Stan did that. Him and his friends. They destroyed her.”

“Well shit,” Violet whispered, “That explains everything. Why Stan is acting weird, why nobody has seen Sums in days, why she won’t answer her phone.” I couldn’t hide the emotions in my voice when I replied, “Yeah, her phone is just sitting there beside her. She doesn’t want to interact with anyone.”

Silence fell over the room, broken only by my ragged breathing as I tried to pull myself together. I hadn't meant to fall apart like that. The predator inside me didn't cry, didn't expose vulnerabilities. But when it came to Sums, my emotions were a tangled mess of protective rage and something deeper I still couldn't fully name.

“I want to help,” Violet said after a long pause. I could see Danielle mentally slapping herself out of the corner of my eye. “But,” Violet said “I will handle the online stuff. Danielle doesn’t need to be consumed by online bullying. Not again.” For a moment, I just stared at Violet, unable to process the shift that had occurred in mere seconds. The woman who had burst in ready to report us to Stan now sat before me, her face set in determination, offering to join our revenge plot.. “Excellent,” I said and I could tell Danielle was glad to have Violet on board too.

“I need a few minutes to think,” Violet said. “That shock of a bombshell shattered the anger in me, and I’m emotionally drained.” “We all feel drained,” Danielle observed. She wasn’t wrong. I had let out my emotions when I repeated what happened and I felt tired. After a few minutes pause Violet asked “Give me the details of your plan and what you’ve done so far.”

“We've been destroying his reputation online,” Danielle explained, turning the laptop so Violet could see better. She clicked through several tabs, showing Violet the fake profiles, the accusations, the rumors about STDs. “And we reported his friends to student conduct for cyber-bullying when they tried to defend him.”

“Yes, that’s the part that I saw and could tell was you,” Violet said. “Digital warfare is good, but not good enough. Do you have something else in mind?” I nodded. “Have you heard the rumor about the female rapist?” Violet’s eyes narrowed. “CUNT rapist, yeah.” I smiled “If a female really did assault Stan…” Her eyes widened, “Nobody would believe him because of that silly rumor. Holy shit that’s…that’s diabolical.” Danielle laughed “That’s what I called it too.”

“So,” Violet said “all we need is a female that Stan wouldn’t want to have sex with.” I pointed to myself “I’ve got that covered.” Violet stared at me for a few long moments “Sheer brilliance,” she finally said. “Are you one of those insane geniuses?” I shrugged “Probably. It was the best revenge I could think of. Eye for an eye.” Violet looked impressed. “You’re certainly not the person I originally thought you were,” she said then looked to Danielle “Glad she’s on our side.” “Me too,” Danielle agreed.

“I assume,” Violet said turning back to me “that you want to get Stan when he’s vulnerable.” “Yes,” I said, “I’m thinking either the library or their weekly party. He’s alone in the library on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I considered going today, but decided to do digital warfare instead.” Violet thought for a moment then said, “Library is too risky. Too many people will notice you. Weekly party is the best bet.” “We need to find the best moment to isolate him,” I said, the plan solidifying in my mind as I spoke. “Somewhere at the party where no one will interrupt but where he won't be so drunk he passes out. I want him to be impaired but able to remember what it feels like.”

“Stan always follows the same pattern at parties,” Violet said. “He starts with beer pong in the main room, then moves to taking shots with his inner circle.” She counted off on her fingers as she spoke. “There’s one person in his inner circle that doesn’t drink any alcohol and is on the lookout for a rival fraternity prank.” That was interesting, why hadn’t I noticed that before? “It’s not the same person each time, they rotate members. That person will be watching the place like a hawk.”

I raised my eyebrows, my turn to be impressed. “How do you know all this? I thought you were aloof and self centered, no offense.” Violet laughed “None taken. I learned a long time ago that people expected me to be the dumb bimbo girl with daddy’s money. When I’m what people expect me to be, they underestimate my intelligence and say or do things they normally wouldn’t do around someone smarter.” I nodded with respect “Now you’re not the person I thought you were.” She smiled and her eyes twinkled. “That makes us even.”

Danielle cleared her throat. “Back to the plan ladies?” “Right,” Violet said. “So anyway, the lookout will be watching the place like a hawk. Stan always needs to use the restroom, and he is one of those people who are self conscious even when drunk. He’ll go upstairs to use the restroom where no one will be able to hear him.”

“So that’s our window?” I asked. “Correct,” Violet nodded. “Take him from the restroom and guide him somewhere no one will notice. This apartment would actually do quite nicely, as long as no one sober sees you.” It felt wild to me that my plan to rape someone this week would be the exact same as last week. Except this time, I had help! “I doubt anyone sober will since most people will be asleep or drunk,” I said.

“So that leaves us with the lookout,” Danielle said. “How are we going to distract him?” “Easier than you might think,” Violet said with a smirk. “They may watch the place like a hawk, but all of the guys no matter who is the lookout are lazy. They’ll ask other people to get a drink for them.” She laughed “They’ll use the ‘I’m the lookout I’ve gotta be alert’ excuse if anyone pushes back.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she continued. “I’ll just go to the bartender, get a strong drink, and give it to the lookout. Not sure who it will be tomorrow, but I’ll be able to spot who it is by their behavior.”

Something about that seemed too easy. “Wait,” I said, “Won’t the lookout notice that it’s alcohol and just not drink it after a sip?” Violet shook her head. “Nope, they’ve got non alcoholic beer for the lookout. Bartender knows who the lookout is and will only give the lookout non alcoholic. If I get the drink and don’t tell him it’s for the lookout, or don’t tell him non alcoholic, then the bartender won’t think twice about it.”

“Solid plan,” Danielle said. “What should I do during it?” “Be our lookout,” I said. “Help make sure Stan gets wasted enough to need help getting home.” I paused for a moment in thought. “Also I could use some help getting Stan back here. It’s a pain to walk somewhere with someone who is that drunk.” Violet’s eyes flashed with intelligence “Sounds like that’s not your first time helping someone drunk.” Uh oh, I had to be really careful about Violet now that I knew she wasn’t a bimbo. Fortunately I had the perfect explanation already in my mind. “Yeah, my brother liked to drink in high school a lot. I’d be the one stuck taking him home.”
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