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Malicious Twisted Gratification (wip)

By Grey
Created: 2024-11-29 07:33:51
Updated: 2025-04-01 03:58:20
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  1. Warning: Contains (fictional) characters participating in exactly what the title says.
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  3. Derpy's secret prelude: https://ponepaste.org/10542
  4.  
  5. -Much earlier...-
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  7. >"Do we HAVE to make friends with people in our dorm building?"
  8. >The question that other student asked vibed so hard with you when you overheard it.
  9. >Had you itching to just go back to your room and go back to bed the entire time the R.A.s forced everyone to introduce one another.
  10. >Off campus housing could not have come fast enough, but it wasn't allowed in your first year.
  11. >So you had to share a bedroom with some rando you pretended to like just as much as necessary.
  12. >There weren't any harsh feelings about it, you've just always been the non-chatty type.
  13. >It's too bad guys in their 50s who would rather quietly sit there while fishing instead of manufacturing a conversation aren't living in this dorm building.
  14. >18-23 year olds are some of the smartest dumb people you've ever met.
  15. >Just old enough to not be fully naïve like 10-15 year olds who just snarl and say nobody understands them.
  16. >But not old enough to be actually mature enough to avoid being confidently wrong about a percentage of things that might be degree-earning-level on a report card.
  17. >Some of them mentally never develop past this stage until they're like 40.
  18. >But speaking of never really getting bright up in the noggin, there was one girl whom you met in your dorm building.
  19. >You think you remember her being at Canterlot High School too.
  20. >You swear this girl in particular was so behind that you have to ask how she even made it to college.
  21. >Thought it didn't make sense for all the fire escapes to be "so lonely and far apart" when the R.A.s were going over standard evacuation procedures in case the building caught on fire.
  22. >Asked if quiz scores would have deducted points halved as long as it was Christmas when the R.A.s talked about study hours in the building before final exams (classes aren't in session on Christmas).
  23. >Had this oddly crosseyed gaze that made you wonder if she really ever knew where she was going while surprisingly not bumping into walls.
  24. >You had never gotten her name at the time, but got damn she was kind of adorable when you were in your first year of college together.
  25. >Maybe it's a good thing someone might be pulling unfair strings because you never would have actually met this cutie if she never made it to college.
  26. >Is there anyone even supervising her?
  27. >What's the story behind *that*?
  28. >These questions never got a chance to mingle in your head as you had to talk to everyone on your floor, which would have been fine if some of them weren't so annoying.
  29. >At least you recognize some other people from high school who made it to the next level too.
  30. >But you're not really interested in socializing with anyone until it's time to go to late night parties and have some... fun...
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  32.  
  33. >And for solely this purpose, you befriended your roommate with intention of finding your way around.
  34. >It wasn't hard as soon as you got used to one another in your dorm room together in the first couple of weeks of classes.
  35. >But your whole world turned into classes so much with how much more complicated the work gets than what you were used to in high school.
  36. >Yeah, you get to sleep in and skip class if you want.
  37. >No more school buses or any of that shit.
  38. >Now you have to walk your own ass through the cold on foot just for a 55 minute lecture about two pages of that 400 dollar textbook you were required to buy.
  39. >The thing about 18-19 year olds is, they don't know anything about anything.
  40. >Even though at least half of them think otherwise.
  41. >You've been guilty of that, thinking that cross-eyed girl from a month or two ago being obviously dumber than you meant that you were sharp-witted like all of your guy friends you chilled in the dining commons with at the time.
  42. >It's no wonder people around this age are gaslit into becoming pop stars or something so long as they have a pretty face and nice body and ability to at least seem talented.
  43. >That popular Twitch Streamer ViVi talked about why she said no when someone offered her a contract and she had a lawyer read it for her and tell her what to do about it.
  44. >Though, you mainly just watch her because she's hot and hope she starts doing porn someday, but at least you learned a little bit about why Hollywood's trying to do something about this crazy livestreamer situation becoming more profitable than their side of the turf.
  45. >Regardless, off to Halloween parties you went.
  46. >Strolling on your merry little way over to the house with flashing lights in the windows after bullshitting through your calculus homework.
  47. >Nothing really felt important about college until this moment, because now you're not only doing something you want to do, but it's something you don't do anywhere nearly as often as jerk off or play video games.
  48. >Your roommate and the mutual friend you both share are here with you, all in an unspoken agreement to back one another up as friends.
  49. >As in, help the other land a date and maybe get laid or something, if getting lucky tonight is in the ballpark.
  50. >Chatting it up with everyone else would be the easiest part had it not been for the booming music making it hard to understand what was being said.
  51. >These people don't really listen that intently or say anything of much value, so it doesn't really matter.
  52. >Same goes for listening to the music: as long as it's some kind of noise that fits the vibe, it's all cool.
  53. >Everyone just wants to hang out.
  54.  
  55.  
  56. "Oh you know... just survivin'." You answer the girl with the southern accent who asked you how you're 'holdin' up' in your first semester of college.
  57. >"Coulda sworn we wouldn't have to worry 'bout gettin' homework done so much anymore. Don't know why ah thought that." She leans one strong wide hip to the side and sighs.
  58. >Yeah, you actually know this girl from high school... her name's Applejack.
  59. >No wonder she just sorta walked up to you and started sounding off almost as thought she knew you already... because she did.
  60. >Your friends from your dorm building start to talk to Applejack and she becomes occupied with bothering them.
  61. >And boy oh boy it's a good thing she did because she starts talking about a bunch of tractors and waking cattle up in the morning and a bunch of others things you couldn't give less of a shit about.
  62. >She probably figured that since she already knew you, not as much ice-breaking would be required as with the other guys.
  63. >You gotta admit she's got a nice body on her, though.
  64. >Curvy and noticeably fit as well.
  65. >You can automatically tell that by the way she's enthusiastically talking to both of your friends, she's talking to them like she would anyone else.
  66. >Didn't think this would mean much until you started walking away.
  67. >"Anon!" Applejack's voice is a rope around your ankle. "Come on back here!"
  68. >You not have to stand here "catching up" with Applejack as she she tells your bros all about what she knows about you.
  69. >It's not so much embarrassing and more just mildly annoying, but Applejack's extroverted demeanor had already reminded you of what kind of personality to expect form her.
  70. >You know not to leer her too much, otherwise, she's be far from shy to call you out and start accuse you of "counting her freckles".
  71. >Which you both would know the actual meaning of.
  72. >The way she talks about you in front of your friends indicates she might have more of an interest in you than them.
  73. >Though, you know you couldn't handle a girl like Applejack for even one date.
  74. >But your friends look at one another like they just found the first guy of the group a potential date.
  75. >The whole encounter quickly turns into a silent comedy between glances as you try to signal to your friends that you're actually looking for a girl not as fast-paced as Applejack, albeit not so much minding being in the throes of a strong blonde girl in general.
  76. >"Ah bet yer happy as a chicken that escaped the slaughterhouse now that ya don't have to worry 'bout bein' late anymore!" Chimes Applejack over the loud drill-beat rap song filling the living room.
  77. "I wasn't late THAT many times!" You respond.
  78. >"Well not every time." Smirks Applejack. "But ah can pick out a not-so-early-riser when I see one."
  79. >Across the room, your attention is caught by the same cockeyed girl from before.
  80. >Someone's letting her go out this late?
  81.  
  82.  
  83. >The living room is so crowded that you have to swim through people on your way over to that retarded girl trying to escape.
  84. >Though, you're not too concerned about her at the moment, plus Applejack still has you locked into inconvenient party chatter.
  85. >So you couldn't go far.
  86. >But that's alright, because you're already starting to warm up to the atmosphere of this place.
  87. >Barring the shitty music, it's pretty vibey here.
  88. >The longer you and your friends converse with Applejack, the more you realize how lewd her outing dress is.
  89. >The bottom does almost go down to her knees, but the fabric conforms to her hips... wonderfully.
  90. >Not to mention how easily you can make out how muscular her meaty thighs are through that black fabric.
  91. >Thoughts about envisioning those legs administering an iron grip around your waist must be kept out of your mind.
  92. >As well as the realization that you may or may not be able to see Applejack faintly... poking through the top of her black dress.
  93. >The back of it being mostly open and showing the rippled firmness of her freckled back proves that there is no bra between her dress and the goods that lie beneath.
  94. >But you shift your imagination to how her bright red lipstick vibrantly declares Applejack's joy in dressing so rebelliously for the first of these kinds of nights in her life.
  95. >A lot of the girls here got you feeling kinda pervy after several more minutes.
  96. >"Oh hey, there's mah friend now!" Applejack glances over at the door over your shoulder.
  97. "Who's your friend?" You turn around to try and see what she's seeing.
  98. >"Hey Rainbow! You remember Anon, right?" Applejack waves her hand.
  99. >Oh god damn it, it's THAT girl.
  100. >All of the braggadocios ways she found to annoy you in gym class resurface in your memory as you refuse to mull over the details once more.
  101. >The cockeyed girl must have already disappeared into the night like the dimwitted mystery she is.
  102. >"Oh." Rainbow Dash lets her brow furrow and her eyelids annoyedly lower as she gradually recognizes you.
  103. >The audacity of her to be as annoyed by your presence as you are annoyed by hers...
  104. >Her hid the truth within her expression more and more the closer she got to you.
  105. >Her choice of dress having such a lowcut top speaks volumes about her compensation for not having as much chestiness to offer as the other girls.
  106. >Compensation by offering more of what she has less of in total.
  107. >"Didn't know you went to parties." Rainbow Dash immediately reaches for that passive aggressiveness.
  108. >Applejack's eyes scold her softly, but not enough to ruin the vibe this party has set up.
  109.  
  110.  
  111. >"I mean... I didn't know you went to parties like this." Rainbow Dash backpedals her passive aggressiveness.
  112. >"What else are we gonna do as first years?" Your roommate shrugs at her.
  113. "Well I was having fun so far." You reply. "I bet you were too, right?"
  114. >"Eh, I'm not gonna lie, the last party I was at was boring, so I came here."
  115. "Well maybe it's more fun now that..." You start then stop yourself. "...it's later at night."
  116. >There was only one way Rainbow Dash was going to read into that pause in your sentence.
  117. >You can sense the bitch blazing up in her gaze.
  118. >"Nah, it was getting more boring by the minute." She responds.
  119. >"She did text me asking if ah was at a better party." Applejack informs. "So I have her the address a few minutes ago." She checks her phone. "Not even five minutes ago."
  120. "You must've left in a hurry."
  121. >"Uh, duh, cuz it was a boring party." Rainbow Dash immediately goes for the nearest red plastic cup she can find that isn't currently in use.
  122. >Guess this is how most of the parties are gonna go.
  123. >Standing around talking about nothing.
  124. >Drowned out by the loud DJ Rapper song anyway.
  125. >Oh well, the girls here are good looking enough for it to be worth it.
  126. >A little bit of mingling with them shows how friendly they are.
  127. >That one tall guy in the backwards baseball cap somehow already got shitfaced drunk and sounds like he's challenging the volume of the music with his slurring voice.
  128. >Ohhhhh, so that's the entertaining part of these parties.
  129. >Being drunk and/or watching other people be drunk.
  130. >Watching him almost trip over his feet every few steps got you hiding a smirk.
  131. >Yeah alright, this really is fun after all.
  132. >Everyone raises their red solo cups over their heads as the slow ballad song comes on the host's Spotify playlist.
  133. >Goofily singing along with their collective off-key chorus speckled with joyful laughter.
  134. >Didn't take long for it all to infect you and your friends into singing along with your own red solo cups now.
  135. >Integrating into this whole college party culture was... a lot easier than expected.
  136. >Rainbow Dash doesn't seem to be able to notice as much when you sneak glances at her.
  137. >Either that or she doesn't mind.
  138. >Could tie back into that whole compensation thing, watching her throw her arms into the air singing along with everyone else.
  139. >Her skin is really smooth too, molded by her own noticeable muscles that are smaller but tighter looking than Applejack's.
  140. >Your friends didn't even bother asking you about what you thought of Rainbow Dash; they could already sense it in the tension between you that you two weren't thrilled to see eachother.
  141. >So that rules out Applejack and Rainbow Dash... for now at least.
  142. >But that's only 2 girls out of like 100 the three you could possibly have some luck with.
  143. >Like an absolute dope, you already aren't caring about anything else when it comes to college except this and making it look like you did your work well enough to not flunk out.
  144.  
  145.  
  146. >The condensation on the glass of the windows tells you how chilly it's starting to get outside.
  147. >Everyone in here is having a grand old time being drunk and singing together, and Applejack had no problem showing off her tolerance to hard apple cider.
  148. >Spend a couple of minutes watching her flex her toned arms while raising an entire glass found in the kitchen instead of the usual red solo cup everyone else has.
  149. >Applejack insists on her preference for tradition.
  150. >Everyone else just sees it as that larger glass that challenges the drinker to chug more at a time.
  151. >Which doesn't take long to turn into a friendly contest where Applejack proves to Rainbow Dash just how different their weights are when it comes to handling the devil's nectar.
  152. >In your semi-clueless mind, it has a bit to do with Applejack being bustier than Rainbow Dash.
  153. >You've been starting to get used to sneaking glances at Applejack more and more without fear of being berated if she caught you.
  154. >You know enough about her personality to guess that she might not take hat kind of stuff lightly, being such a usually traditional girl and all that.
  155. >...A traditional girl with freckles on her natural C-cup tits...
  156. >You may not be able to see her cleavage right now solely on account on the design of her black dress, but you can tell she absolutely must have something like that going on there.
  157. >You noticed how much more she swings her wide hips when more tipsy than usual.
  158. >If you had the balls to go through with it, you'd have snuck pictures of both Applejack and Rainbow Dash in their night party attire.
  159. >But the risk of facing the brunt of a beatdown from both of them if they catch you isn't worth it.
  160. >Oh well, better off not being such a pervert anyway.
  161. >But you'll be damned if these girls aren't growing on you in a way already as they hang out with you and your current two friends.
  162. >Maybe it's the beer.
  163. >Maybe it's your hormones.
  164. >Maybe it's both of them ganging up on your former attitude of disinterest towards Rainbow Dash and Applejack.
  165. >You're still not so fond of Rainbow Dash but the way the bumps from underneath the skimpy top of her dress stiffen and react to the chilly outside air as soon as you all finally leave the party has your mind second-guessing your previous approach...
  166. >RD's body is also quite... tight and petite...
  167. >Nah, it's gotta be the booze talking; these girls are too smart anyway.
  168.  
  169.  
  170. >You'd have sworn by the way everyone out here walks around in black out here that this was a funeral march.
  171. >Or at least some nighttime variant of one.
  172. >Your eyes are hesitant to wander to Applejack's body, but the cold of the air is putting your survival instincts first in your mind when goosebumps make their way to your arms and you eventually cross those arms.
  173. >For some reason, everyone sort of decided that the first party was getting boring, so you all agreed to head on out and find another even though it's late enough to have a valid excuse to go back to your dorm.
  174. >But your lack of "luckiness" so far tonight has you thirsting for more Applejack and Rainbow Dash, whom you weren't initially interested in until you started getting a little tipsy with them.
  175. >You don't even care if these girls aren't anywhere near as easy as you'd like them to be for a quick fling in the night on whoever's bed, maybe they'll agree to some fun with you and give you some practice before you find someone who "matters more".
  176. >That's probably just your horniness talking or, again, the booze.
  177. >But the way your shadow grows taller the further away you walk from the streetlight spooks you a tiny bit and you're starting to shiver a little more from the cold.
  178. >Yeah, maybe you should just take whatever you've gathered from tonight so far and head back.
  179. >You'll find a nice girl in your dorm building, probably, one who's not as rigid in her personality as Rainbow Dash or Applejack.
  180. >A whole lot of possibilities run through your mind, but none of them feel like they hold any water.
  181. >That concern for having fun tonight somehow grew a lot outside of your watch, or at least under your tame and inattentive watch.
  182. >"Ah'm gonna regret getting up early tomorrow mornin'." Complains Applejack as the wooziness begins to catch up with her stride that wasn't fast enough to outpace it.
  183. >She's finally out of it enough to fail to notice you watching her big soft boobs and butt react accordingly to her heavy footfalls across the asphalt.
  184. >The cold air is making those bumps poking through the chest of her dress too obvious to ignore, but then you looked over at Rainbow Dash.
  185. >And the way this chilly air is proving to everyone around her just how perky she's GOT to be under that dress puts down any remaining contentions you had about Rainbow Dash on this night.
  186. >"Ah fuck, yeah, we should probably go." Rainbow Dash groans. "I just remembered I have practice tomorrow."
  187. >The group had already been planning the retreat under silent winces against the breeze, but it was unsurprisingly the girl who are wearing less to actually vocalize what was being felt.
  188. >Whatever you've had boiling up inside of you, it has to be released with someone in your dorm building instead...
  189.  
  190.  
  191. >It's hard for you to think about who's there in your dorm building.
  192. >There was some really skinny chick with thick rimmed glasses and her hair dyed dark red.
  193. >You noticed how pale her skin was, and honestly that was a bit of a turn-on for you.
  194. >But you're not even thinking about how you're gonna "bag" that chick anyhow, not like it matters on the first night you and your friends actually went partying.
  195. >Speaking of which, this first night really did turn out to result in wandering around in the cold breeze in the dark looking for a new party because there was nothing new to do at he first one (second one for Rainbow Dash).
  196. >"You sure you can just up an' run off like that? At THIS time?" Applejack gives Rainbow Dash a questioning eyebrow raise.
  197. >"What? If some perv out there wants to try me, I can just outrun him anyway."
  198. >"Ah don't think that's a really good way to be thinkin' about it." Rebuts Applejack with a glance over to the dark patches between the illuminated sidewalks under the streetlights.
  199. >Your own semi-sober glances are more concerned about the bellybutton indentations showing through Applejack's dress fabric.
  200. >But she walks away too as she pursues Rainbow Dash out of valid genuine concern for her friend.
  201. >Not surprising that they'd only stick with eachother when you and your friends have to go in the opposite direction to get back to your dorm areas anyway.
  202. >You watch the two girls disappear over the horizon of the curve of the street going over a small hill, along with your infatuation with them for the night.
  203. >It really must have included a proximity factor as well with those two.
  204. >Having less to look at got your mind thinking as clearly again as it can, at least as much so as whatever sobriety you have left will allow.
  205. >"It's cold out here, man. Wanna see if there's anyone in the dorms throwing a party?"
  206. "Oh shit... you're right. I didn't even think about dorm parties."
  207. >Had you the foresight to consider this back in your room, you'd have suggested no one even come out here and instead try something a little bit closer to your bed, or at least a bed that is less far away.
  208. >You may be newly 18 years old, but it'll take at least another 5 years until your brain actually becomes one that thinks logically on a level that matters.
  209. >The possibility of consequences, seeing the future first, among other things, are all reserved until after the point in time when you'll hopefully not have made any life-ruining mistakes yet.
  210. >The consideration of all of this didn't even survive halfway to the dorm building yet, and your young mind snaps back to having some *real* fun tonight.
  211. >But it seems almost everyone in the dorm building is too cool to stick around on a party night.
  212. >Almost.
  213.  
  214. >A cozy tingling finds its way to your cheeks on you face shortly after you enter the well-heated building where your dorm is.
  215. >A brief pause to breath is had as the echoes of everyone's footsteps scour up and down the stairway leading to each floor.
  216. >In the pale light you lean against the wall, rubbing your ears to make the pain from the cold go away.
  217. "I can see why they wanted to go inside now. It's not even Halloween yet and this weather feels like Christmas."
  218. >It's relieving to finally make it to your floor after climbing the stairs.
  219. >Pulling your keycard out, you look around in search of any open doors to the dorms of fellow classmates.
  220. >Everyone must be either asleep or out somewhere, because there's no indication that someone has an open door inviting other students to come hang out with wall-ceiling lights hung up inside.
  221. >A short moment of walking later and you're back in your dorm room with your two other male friends with your own door being the one that's wide open.
  222. >"You sure you don't wanna just go to bed, man?" Your roommate asks.
  223. "Eh, I can get my stupid homework done while we're doing this."
  224. >Having already forgotten about Applejack and Rainbow Dash, you pull out the notebooks you wouldn't have touched otherwise and start jotting down key points your professor asked you to write about.
  225. >While this makeshift "party" is going on, you use the time to press fast forward on the time it would take to get your grade in class higher up than it would have been.
  226. >It sure is some party being spent with your pencil scraping against the paper being the soundtrack to it instead of whatever music your guests would want playing to liven up the atmosphere.
  227. >There's probably nothing good on the radio that a lot of other people would like anyway.
  228. >"I guess the building's empty right now." Your other friend from elsewhere starts up. "Looks like it's just us unless a girl decides to show up."
  229. "C'mon, you think that's more likely than a guy showing up?" You open YouTube and hook your laptop up to a small speaker on your desk while bullshitting through your homework with your other hand.
  230. >"Why the hell are you doing your homework right now?" Your roommate smirks.
  231. "Might as well multitask instead of procrastinate." You respond. "If I'm not gonna eat my vegetables on their own, might as well mix them with something tasty and fun."
  232. >"...Huh..." He nods in response. "So uh... damn, we're not in the same class, so I can't copy your answers."
  233. >Right as you were about to respond, there's a knock at the already open door.
  234. >The lot of you turn to find a cute orange-haired girl standing in the doorway.
  235.  
  236. >"Oh, uh..." Your roommate stammers.
  237. "Well that was quick." You stand up. "Didn't expect anyone to come join us. Heya."
  238. >You don't walk towards her in order to keep it from looking like she might be walking into a situation she really doesn't want to be in.
  239. >Lots of uncomfortable implications that come with a girl going about alone in her first year at college one can't just ignore like they aren't there, which is why you're actually surprised she walked up to an open dorm room door with three guys inside.
  240. >These male classmates she never met could be a pack of creeps for all she knows, but at least she's trying to make friends, so whatever.
  241. "Got any friends with you?" You ask, referring to both guys and girls. "It's not a party until it's cramped in here."
  242. >"Nah, my roommate is just kinda being lame, and no one else is doing anything tonight it looks like, so I figured I might as well see what's going on over here."
  243. "Fair enough. Wanna pick better music that what I chose?" You assume she's gonna prefer something more recent and laid back than 80's speed metal.
  244. >"It's fine, you can play the music you like."
  245. "Well i'm just blasting through my homework regardless. This just keeps me focused and these guys only tolerate it because they don't mind."
  246. >"I'm a little bit of a metalhead sometimes too." Your roommate shrugs.
  247. >The discussion only briefly turns into 'what's your favorite music' for a few minutes before you all introduce yourselves by name.
  248. >This girl's name is Carrot Top.
  249. >"Wait, you've never heard of the comedian with that name, have you?" Your roommate pulls a small drink out of the mini fridge while you continue sneaking completion of your homework through fun time.
  250. >"No. Who's that?"
  251. "That guy's more known by millennials though, right?"
  252. >"Yeah, but I used to watch him a lot on TV with my older cousin."
  253. >"That's pretty cool." The girl responds. "That's still just my nickname though. I'm golden Harvest, but my friends all decided I'm Carrot Top because it sounds better."
  254. >You're not sure if it's a reference they didn't let her in on or if it's just a funny coincidence.
  255. >This girl's kinda hot though, you have to admit.
  256.  
  257.  
  258. >”I mean, I was called Goldie Locks at one point too. So you can call me Goldie if that works.” She says to the three of you.
  259. >Calling this Carrot Top girl Goldie already seems appealing.
  260. >The music playing on your tiny little speaker next to your laptop has now been switched to some pop music, which Goldie seems to enjoy more despite her unwillingness to say that she wasn’t into the heavier metal music.
  261. >”So what’s your roommate doing that was lame?” Asks your friend as you continue your homework.
  262. >”Well funny thing about it is that she apparently wanted to do her homework while I wanted to throw a party.”
  263. “What a coincidence.” You smirk with your eyes locked onto your paper.
  264. >”I won't gossip though, it *was* her own choice, after all.” Goldie explains as she ventures further into the dorm room. “She wouldn’t let me see what she was doing on her screen but it was something online.”
  265. >”Damn at least you get to have online courses in your first year.” Chuckles your roommate. “Didn’t know we could do that as first-years.”
  266. “I remember seeing the option to choose online courses.” You begin to feel a little bothered that this curriculum is bleeding into everyone’s schedule so much that they’ll even talk about school work when trying to drink and party.
  267. >You finish up what remains of your homework that you wouldn’t be able to quickly jot down 5 minutes before class starts on the day it’s due.
  268. >”I didn’t take the option since I thought it’d complicate things.” Goldie says to you as she leans against the mini fridge.
  269. >You’re starting to feel warmed by her presence a little bit.
  270. >It was cold outside when you last saw Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
  271. >Being inside and away from the chill of that air that hurt your face has your priorities finally no longer distracted by shivering and trying to get to warmth as quickly as possible.
  272. >Why the fuck did the weather get so cold so fast anyway? It’s not like this campus is in the Midwest or anything.
  273. >You get ready to talk about that next as you start to check Goldie out.
  274. >She’s not dressed to go to any of those house parties, instead donning a regular jacket and sweatpants combo.
  275. >But you’re checking her out anyway after she unzips her jacket due to how much warmer it is in here than the hallway.
  276. >Through her T-shirt is a visible indentation of her bra cups.
  277. >You might have been paying more attention than your two roommates to these kinds of things.
  278. >You might also be the only one thinking of getting her to drink a little.
  279.  
  280.  
  281. >”So Anon,” Goldie turns to you. “Were you doing your homework at the place you guys just got back from?”
  282. “Unfortunately no. We were at a house party.” You sigh with a hint of sarcasm. “I wasn’t enough of a nerd to think of bringing my homework there.”
  283. >”Oh so you weren’t at the library or anything.”
  284. >”Nah. I think it’s closed now anyway.” Your roommate guesses with a small beer in hand he fetched from the mini fridge.
  285. “Shit, if we went there I’d be done with this already.” You jokingly complain.
  286. >Goldie turns her face to the side a little bit as she laughs along.
  287. >The door of you in the dorm room take in the vibe you’re all sharing as you continue to think about Goldie in ways you might not want to clue her in on.
  288. >You’ve stopped doing you homework that’s due next time in class, and started doing homework on what you think Goldie looks and feels like underneath those clothes.
  289. >The way her bright locks of hair fall over her shoulders really piques you interest in her.
  290. >There's a tiny bit of a strain in her voice at the beginning of the first word of what she says next: "Ugh, nothing fun ever happens on this side of campus!"
  291. >Goldie stretches her arms up to unintentionally emphasize how busty she is.
  292. >You have no idea who this girl's roommate is, but she must have gotten an even better show than the one you're currently getting whenever Goldie changes her clothes.
  293. >Maybe you could get in on that as well.
  294. >Nah, don't think that.
  295. >How's that even going to happen anyway?
  296. >She just came here to be nice and hang out, and you're thinking about getting into her pants after she hypothetically had a few drinks.
  297. >This is the kind of circumstances one's parents warn them about; you never thought the root of it would be in you as much as it would be in some other guy.
  298. >But if you *are* going to get into Goldie's pants, you're gonna do it consensually.
  299. >She continues to talk about a bunch of thing, but you decide to take the conversation closer towards the weather.
  300. "We've been getting some midwest-tier weather lately." You complain, turning the heat in the room up even more.
  301. >"You sure it's not just because it got late at night?"
  302. "Good point. But it kinda happened extra fast too."
  303. >It shouldn't take very long to get this room warm enough to get Goldie to take her jacket all the way off and show more.
  304. >There are a couple of more beers in the mini fridge, right?
  305. >You imagine she might react if you close the door after a few minutes.
  306. >You think you remember it automatically locking too.
  307. >But Goldie doesn't seem to mind being here at all, almost like it's her own intention.
  308.  
  309.  
  310. >"I just can't believe so many other girls will just walk around out there with like nothing on." Goldie comments with a quick glance out the window.
  311. >Applejack and Rainbow Dash at least were the stronger and tougher type of girl when going out there.
  312. >You yourself might have complained before they did if you were more honest.
  313. >But guys your age aren't as interested in going about it like that when you're wandering about trying to have a good time at night.
  314. >"I don't wanna think about all the time's we'll have to turn up the heat in like January if it's already this cold right now." Your roommate complains.
  315. >This small talk over nothing important comes to a close when your friend from another building decides he should head off to get some shuteye, but you and your roommate aren't too keen on letting the upcoming Monday morning bring you down in your moment of chilling together.
  316. >"Hey, you got any more of those?" Goldie finally points to the beer your roommate is holding in his hand.
  317. >The two of you share a long silent pause, knowing exactly what the other is thinking.
  318. >If anything, Goldie is thinking the exact same thing you two are thinking, but she's not going to be vocal about that due to it being somewhat awkward to bring up at the very least.
  319. >"You want a beer?" He asks her, remembering that there's three of you in the room now.
  320. "We uh, have more, right?"
  321. >"Yeah, but I can't get my buddy to buy another pack for me until a couple of weeks from now. Plus..." He turns to Goldie, keeping his tone reasonably lighthearted. "You sure you wanna randomly just start drinking with a couple of guys you just met?"
  322. >You almost throw in a "dude wtf" response, but figure he isn't wrong to consider possibilities of things going somewhere regrettable.
  323. >...Probably should have thought of that before bringing beer into the dorm room, but not-yet-25-brain gonna not-yet-25-brain.
  324. >"I'll just have one, it's fine." The girl reassures with certainty in her tone you're not sure is going to last.
  325. >She has a can in her hand within the next thirty seconds, with the condensation spreading across the cold metal surface from where her warm fingers lightly clench it.
  326. >You watch those same fingers open the small hole to drink from.
  327. >"Gaah!" Goldie flinches when some of it shoots out and gets her in the face after having been shaken up prior to being opened tonight.
  328.  
  329.  
  330. >You are not going to comment on how that looked in your dirty imagination: watching that stream of fizz gently splatter against Goldie's face like...
  331. >You know the other two guys are thinking it too, the obviousness of this is all over your faces even more than the beer residue drips off of Goldie's chin before she wiped it off with her sleeve.
  332. >"I'm so sorry! I didn't know that was gonna happen." Your roommate offers a nearby roll of paper towels that only has like 10 squares left.
  333. >Goldie seems fine after slipping her jacket off of her shoulders and letting it fall to her hands that place it onto the bedside. "I'm not mad... is it... is it in my hair though?"
  334. >"Just a couple of... here..." He reaches out his hand with the paper towel pointed towards her face.
  335. >"Give it here!" Goldie gripes with her tone still retaining some playfulness in it. "Lemme do it myself, you'll mess up my hair!"
  336. >"I won't, I promise."
  337. >She lets out a cute grunt while your roommate pats the side of her hair where a couple of drops of beer have already begun to soak in.
  338. >In the air, you can sense something that must be her distant roommate getting mad about some random guy touching Goldie's locks.
  339. >Would she have a problem seeing her roommate's face all shiny like this?
  340. >Would she want to stop your roommate from grinning in her direction from behind from behind.
  341. >Meanwhile, you notice Goldie sending a grin of hers your way, but it's brief enough to keep you from thinking about it twice.
  342. >She's probably just having fun in the moment of having alcohol spilled out into her face lik-
  343. >"Hurry, I don't wanna get all sticky!" Goldie complains.
  344. >She jolts away from your friend before grabbing a new square of paper towel and handing it to you.
  345. "Eh?"
  346. >"You do it."
  347. "Me? Why, though? It's HIS mess!" You point accusatorially at the other strapping young lad in the room.
  348. >The other two smirk at you as Goldie insists you be the one to wipe the rest of the sweet moisture off of her face.
  349. >That same face you're being tasked with is also trying to hold back another grin.
  350. >Damn, there really is something going on with this girl...
  351. >The trifecta of her charming looks and situation, her fortunate proximity to you and your dorm, and her somewhat subtle signals she's sending to you is really starting to persuade you to feel... interested in her.
  352. >Interested in Goldie~
  353.  
  354.  
  355. >Before you know it, you’re dabbing the paper towel all over Goldie’s hair.
  356. >The giggle she lets out is cuter than you would have found it 20 minutes ago.
  357. >It takes only a minute or two, but her lustrous hair is looking pristine once again.
  358. >Damn, she’s even hotter than you realized, now that you’re up close and personal with her.
  359. >Those deep green eyes of hers silently say something to you by locking with your gaze.
  360. >It’s up to your imagination to decode what was said between this shared glance between the two of you.
  361. >Something about that had an impact on your eyes, because they’re really upping their attention to Goldie now.
  362. >Your two friends converse as you watch the orange haired girl in your dorm room begin to down the can of beer.
  363. >She leans back a little bit while showing off that this definitely isn’t the first beer in her life she’s gulped down.
  364. >Those soft locks of hair draping from her head gently fall away from her shoulders and dangle behind her back.
  365. >The pair of mounds of her chest stick out the more she arches her spine.
  366. >Indentations from her bra cups being enough to keep you invested in everything Goldie is doing.
  367. >A funny feeling enters you while watching the front of her throat pulsate with each swallow.
  368. >The beer being gulped down can faintly be heard.
  369. >It’s a good thing you already wrapped up your homework session; no way you’d pay attention to that now that there’s a great looking girl getting buzzed in your dorm room.
  370. >Even if she’s not looking, you have a hunch that Goldie knows you’re checking her out.
  371. >Maybe she’s reveling in it.
  372. >Did she already finish her beer?
  373. >She actually did?!
  374. >Already?!
  375. >”Damn, sister.” Your roommate picks up on the green light to get comfortable with a chick that won’t shy away from downing a whole beer in front of three guys she just met.
  376. >Maybe you lost track of how many minutes have actually gone by, maybe you all have.
  377. >Maybe this whole thing is some kind of set-up and you’re actually the one potentially walking towards a dangerous set of circumstances.
  378. “That was the last beer too, I think.” You comment with your eyes politely averting themselves as soon as Goldie sees where they’re looking.
  379. >”There’s two more beer cans in the mini fridge.” Announces your roommate in an unintentionally dopey tone, having officially counted them this time.
  380. >College moment.
  381. >”Well we’re kind of already fucked up.” Slurs your other friend, responsible for the absence of… a few… of the other 9 beers no longer accounted for.
  382. >”Wrong, YOU’RE already fucked up. I’m still sober, and Goldie here still had the least beers out of all of us, right?” Your roommate peers around the tiny dorm room.
  383. >He sure said that loud enough to be heard from the hallway.
  384.  
  385.  
  386. >Good thing the only other ears in the whole building are asleep and/or behind closed doors.
  387. >You really want your own door to close after your drunk friend leaves with the assistance of your less drunk roommate walking him back to his dorm building on campus… with Goldie still in the room with you.
  388. >But you already know that’s crossing a line no matter which way you choose to look at it.
  389. >However, this sentiment gets swept closer to the rug after Goldie takes it upon herself to snag the other two beers from the chilly mini fridge shelf.
  390. >”Sorry, I’ve just been thirsty all day.” She murmurs what may or may not just be a weak excuse to get actually drunk.
  391. >That scenario of your roommate and friend leaving for the other part of campus together still might not happen on account of you having to go with them.
  392. >Unless that friendly approach from before bleeds over into now and they encourage you to spend some “alone time” with this chick.
  393. >Regardless of how her supposed roommate would feel about that.
  394. >You got two prying eyes trying to pierce through Goldie's clothing as she continues with her second beer.
  395. >The next batch of things you talk about with her go in one ear and out the other.
  396. >Still, you managed to keep the vibe going with the idea that you're not checking this girl out as you can almost sense her judgement eroding in the very air of the dorm itself.
  397. >Eroding to the combo of time and alcohol like ocean waves softening a rocky ledge over thousands of years.
  398. >Your friend and roommate figure that you're not going to go back outside with them if you don't have to, but they've already pieced together the implications of you staying behind alone with Goldie.
  399. >But they don't seem to be saying much, despite reading the demeanor you've been giving off that Goldie seems to be less and less able to pick up on despite being less drunk than your friend (for now at least).
  400. >"Fuck, my hangover tomorrow's gonna be a pain in the ass..." Your drunk friend makes an effort to climb back up the side of your bed and succeeds.
  401. >Goldie giggles at him, blushing a little bit after glancing over at you.
  402. >That grin of hers says a lot more than her tongue ever could, at least while it's outside of your mouth.
  403. >The two other guys are too caught up in the atmosphere of "maybe this girl actually wants it with our bro and we should let our home-dawg score his bone in peace" to care at this point, it seems.
  404.  
  405.  
  406. >The drunken singing doesn't start until the voices, of course, they are coming form the hallway.
  407. >Your friend and roommate are drawing too much attention to themselves and could spoil your moment.
  408. >Nag them to shut their pie holes through gritted teeth, and they clumsily obey with only a few seconds of delay on their part.
  409. >Somewhere within yourself, you'll have to find forgiveness for them.
  410. >For they are but a couple of drunken young men stumbling their way back to one of their dorm rooms on party night.
  411. >Hopefully, no one prone to suspicion got woken up enough to peek their heads out their doors.
  412. >No one does.
  413. >You sit alongside the edge of your bed with this girl you just met as she's over halfway through her second beer.
  414. "So you just came over here to chill and hang out?" You dangle your shoes above the floor.
  415. >"Yeah... my roommate can be quite the handful sometimes." She tells you.
  416. "Well what is she doing right now?"
  417. >"Probably something on her computer."
  418. "So she's that type?"
  419. >"Kinda... it's hard to explain, but I don't wanna talk about my roommate right now." Goldie shrugs it off like it's not worth discussing further.
  420. >You sit with Goldie on the edge of your dorm room bed for several more minutes, the two of you like two birds on a power line.
  421. >She starts to eye the mini fridge as she finishes her second beer, visibly swaying at first, then swaying even more to the point where she's starting to gently bump into you.
  422. >You want to talk about her roommate some more to distract her with some more conversation until you can find an opportunity to shut the door with her inside the dorm room with you.
  423. >But there's nowhere else that topic can go despite there being probably a lot to do with that.
  424. "You like to listen to metal?" You ask her.
  425. >"Eh... yeah. Not my favorite genre though." Her lidded eyes start to carry a glazed appearance to them.
  426. >You give her a nod while noticing the brand new absence of tiny little splashing noises inside the beer can she's holding.
  427. >She really did come here to unwind while her roommate is apparently distracted with something.
  428. >You take a look at the open door and consider your next course of action while Goldie eyes the mini fridge again.
  429. >The little voice in your brain telling you that this isn't right loses its fuel when the blood from your brain rushes down to somewhere else.
  430. >Causing a tension to start up in the front of your pants a little more every time you feel Goldie's soft shoulder brush up against you.
  431.  
  432.  
  433. >"Well it's great to get to unwind a little bit every once in a while." Goldie sways back and forth a little more.
  434. >She had to have willingly gotten this drunk in front of a guy she just met, there's no way she wasn't aware of the implications.
  435. >Your friend and roommate are gone, she's probably sending signals you're missing, just fucking close the door already, Anon.
  436. >You're not about to miss out on this rare opportunity, are you?!
  437. >Goldie's smile warms you as she peers across the whole distance of like half an arm's reach at you.
  438. >Her soft lips are looking more kissable by the minute as they latch onto the beer can to sip down more of that defense-eroding nectar from the devil's creation.
  439. >There's a dry joke you tell Goldie that you already forget just a minute or so after you tell it, but she's drunkenly laughing and cutely snorting at it even several minutes after.
  440. >Covering her face with her hand and shutting her eyes with her back hunched and bright tresses of hair bobbing slightly to the gentle little movements of her laughter.
  441. >Her adorable giggling soon subsides, and the last song on your playlist concludes, and the two of you sit here in silence at the edge of your bed waiting for something new to happen next.
  442. >The intensity floods into the room like it's coming from a faucet that has no dial.
  443. >All Goldie has to do is look down at your lap and notice the truth of what you're feeling right now as told by your body despite whatever words that come out of your mouth.
  444. >You're a smooth talker, but human nature is an even smoother show-er.
  445. >A sly way of subverting the noise and getting to the point that can only come from countless years of mating-driven evolution.
  446. >And this nature becomes more and more untamable as the civil sides of you and her are drowned in alcohol.
  447. >It's not long before Goldie is on her third beer.
  448. >It may be both the third and final beer she has tonight, but it was certainly enough to count.
  449. >"You're pretty funny, Anon." Goldie now fully leans up against you with a wide smile spanning across her face.
  450. >She probably needs you to keep her balance, but still doesn't put an arm around you.
  451. >Instead, you're the one to make this move first, hesitantly extending your arm behind Goldie's back and letting her soft dangling locks of hair tickle your forearm.
  452. >She has to have felt you put your arm behind her, right up against her back.
  453. >But she doesn't really act like this is the case.
  454. >As in, she doesn't seem to react to it even after you complete the move and plant your hand on her arm on the opposite side of her from yourself.
  455.  
  456.  
  457. >You feel your excitement building as Goldie seems to become more and more affected by the alcohol.
  458. >She only finally notices that you wrapped your arm around her after you start caressing your hand up and down her arm.
  459. >The more affected by the three beers she officially finished, the more Goldie seems to be not all the way coherent.
  460. >Consistently holding onto the arm of a cute drunk girl who's also sitting right up against you has you now pitching a full erection in your boxers.
  461. >It'd be easy for her to figure out you're getting completely hard and connect the dots if she just looked down to see how obviously the stiff bulge is showing.
  462. >Your friend and roommate haven't come back for some time now, and there's no texts on your phone from them begging you to drive over and pick them up from whatever predicament they might have gotten into.
  463. >If you get up and close the door now before she says anything about what's going on in your pants, things might be able to go along smoothly between you two.
  464. >"You don't have any more beers though, right?" Goldie asks you, eyeing the mini fridge again.
  465. "Why you ask"
  466. >"Well, I've been looking to de-stress after dealing with my roommate all week." Goldie finally elaborates with a little bit of wooziness in her voice. "And I guess I figured it's be easier to be annoyed by her if I had a few in me."
  467. "Well it certainly helped you be annoyed by me so far, eh?"
  468. >"Oh stop it, you're a sweet guy!" Goldie speaks through the beers in her.
  469. >Smelling the thick scent of alcohol in her breath, you begin to get a little intoxicated by that yourself.
  470. >"I figured if you didn't want me to stay her a little longer, I could take an extra beer or two back to my dorm, not to share them with her, though."
  471. "You can stay if you want." You slink off of the bed and make your way to the mini fridge.
  472. >It's hard to remember when it was Goldie started signaling possible interest in taking this somewhere with you.
  473. >Was it before or after she started drinking?
  474. >Goldie continues to sip the next beer down right away, not even waiting for you to give her permission to start drinking it.
  475. >She laughs and chats with you, slurring her words slightly more after another half an hour of waiting for your roommate to return.
  476. >No texts come in on your phone yet, and this music has been playing on and on into the hallway out the open door.
  477. >”I haven’t seen anything actually good on TV in forever…” Goldie leans against you by accident for the fifth or sixth time.
  478. >The scent of alcohol is thick in her breath now, and she doesn’t seem to notice your hand stroking her bare arm from around her back.
  479. >Her bright locks of hair still drape over her shoulders ever so gently.
  480. >She finds it funny that you started to play with them.
  481.  
  482.  
  483. >The giddy giggling that escapes her to your fingers twirling her soft orange locks soothe you into feeling more comfortable.
  484. >”So many shows are just goofy now…” Goldie cites no sources for this. “I… I mean… yeah I’ll watch them for fun but it’s all the same. I love it though.”
  485. >You watch the way her throat moves to her gulping down more of the beer that your roommate will never miss if he never knew he still had it.
  486. >Goldie may be the one getting drunk, but you’re still finding her more and more attractive as the minutes go on.
  487. >Might have something to do with prolonged close proximity to her or whatever.
  488. >All you know is that she’s wearing clothes that are a lot more concealing than the open-back type of deal Rainbow Dash and/or Applejack had going on a few hours ago.
  489. >A T-shirt and sweatpants, but even that’s becoming lewder the more you pay attention to her.
  490. >Goldie still can’t help having boobs big enough to slightly sway side to side if she jolts just enough, despite the bra she’s wearing under her top you can see the outline of.
  491. >She’s becoming too inebriated to read your eyes or follow your gaze properly.
  492. >And the way her soft chest stuffs her shirt now has your full attention.
  493. >She isn’t dressed for your eyes to notice and enjoy her body’s certain features, but your eyes found a way.
  494. >Each new song playing from your speakers has you wondering: “Is this the song I’m gonna close the door to?”
  495. >Your moral compass forces you to sit to the end of each song, too hesitant to go through with it.
  496. >But there’s no direction your eyes would rather go than back to Goldie.
  497. >”When’s the last time you… y’now… sat down and really WATCHED something?” Slurs Goldie, her breath thick with the aroma of beer that would instantly get her a DUI, dare she drive home like this for the holidays.
  498. “I can’t think of anything recent.” You lie as you currently watch her beautiful body just sit there in your bed, wonderfully wrapped up in clothes that would be easy to unwrap.
  499. >Forget the song you might close and lock the door to.
  500. >What song are you going to begin to strip her to?
  501. >At that point, you might as well turn the music off.
  502. >Don’t want the guilt to rush back into your conscience whenever you hear that song again.
  503. >Don’t want any reminders of what’s currently in the super near future as something on the other side of a ‘do NOT cross’ line, soon to be a purposely erased secret in your past from the vantage point of whatever song that might play again months from now.
  504. >”You wanna… watch a movie with me sometime?” Goldie suggests with her eyelids gently shut. “Or binge watch a TV show?”
  505. “There’s nothing good on though.” You scoot right up against her.
  506. >The feeling of her hip pressed onto yours sends your sex drive into overdrive.
  507.  
  508.  
  509. >The growing bulge in the front of your pants is no longer able to be hidden, especially should you ever stand up to reach the still open door.
  510. >Ain’t no reason to shut the music off until no one walking by can see into here.
  511. >And your moral compass warns you not to touch that door.
  512. >But Goldie’s curves barely showing through her casual T-shirt and pants whisper “get up… do evil, it’ll feel good”.
  513. >Do evil, the devil on your shoulder cooed inches away from your brain contracting his sickness.
  514. >Pretending that the good feeling isn't akin to that of the delicious taste of 20 cookies in 30 minutes before the 6 hour stomach ache.
  515. >Goldie’s drunken laugh is so sweet.
  516. >How could you possibly think about taking that away from her in this moment?
  517. >”I’ll let you choose!” Goldie promises you. “We won’t even ha… have to deal with my annoying roommate… she’s a… I don’t wanna say bitch cuz that’s mean…”
  518. “Mean is okay…”
  519. >”No it’s nooooooooot!” Goldie puffs her cheeks into an adorable drunk-blushing pout.
  520. >She playfully pokes your arm with a sappy smile.
  521. >”But let’s watch a movie toghetherrr!!” Goldie persists with the alcohol in her breath strong enough to intoxicate you if you kissed her… which she was close to making happen just now.
  522. >The longer you feel her leaning into you, the faster your moral compass’s needle spins out of control.
  523. >You’re becoming almost as disoriented as she is, at least when it comes to finding the decency in your heart not to touch that door.
  524. >Should that door close, something else in your mind will swing wide open:
  525. >The floodgates.
  526. >”Dontcha wanna watch a movie with me sometime?”
  527. >Wait a minute… didn’t your roommate already text you that he’s crashing at your friend’s place for the night?
  528. >How did you already forget about that?
  529. >Too lost in your own young lust, you have to check your phone for proof, for messages that confirm you didn’t just invent that and aren’t going crazy or something.
  530. >There it is, clear as day to your mostly sober eyes, and illegible to Goldie’s lidded drunk eyes.
  531. >Even that has put cracks in the dam.
  532. >Control is trickling away from you as you eye the door with tragically misplaced ambitiousness.
  533. >Where’s your self control? Where’s your humanity? Where’s your fucking shame?
  534. >Goldie nuzzles her face into your shoulder with her chest firmly yet softly pressed against your arm.
  535. >You’ve never seen a woman’s or girl’s breasts in person before, just in movies and porn.
  536. >Simply feeling how soft these things are, how fun they’d be to play with, gives you a horrible, wonderful taste of the temporary rewards of shutting that door.
  537.  
  538.  
  539. >”My roommate won’t be around next weekend.” Goldie says to you. “We can watch something nice together in my dorm… just you and me. I can bring snacks and we can get all cozy on the couch.”
  540. >Her drunken ramblings don’t hold a lot of promises for even tomorrow.
  541. >But it’s as though she just read your mind.
  542. >”I’m kinda drunk right now but I mean it… you’re such a sweet guy. We can plan it better tomorrow when I can think straight…”
  543. >Goldie can’t believe she just stumbled on a goldmine with this random guy.
  544. >He’s so nice and funny and sweet to her, and she thinks he probably already has a crush on her.
  545. >It’d be a great breath of fresh air to share movie night with him instead of her dim witted roommate who annoys her day in and day out.
  546. >There’s a (probably alcohol induced) warmth that starts in her heart and spreads through the rest of her body when she gives you a quick friendly hug while sitting on the side of your bed with you.
  547. >There’s something special about the way you instantly trusted her and let her into your dorm room.
  548. >Something that makes her smile from spending time with such a nice guy who didn’t get annoyed by her smarmy drunkenness.
  549. >And instead let her successfully escape her roommate who’s probably wondering where she ran off to.
  550. >There was not a single other person in this whole building as far as Goldie could tell.
  551. >She can probably feel your fingertips trailing the indentations of the back of her bra through her T-shirt by now.
  552. >She should be able to, right?
  553. >At least she’s not reacting negatively to it, still giggling and maybe even flirting with you.
  554. >She finished her most recent beer without noticing you intently watching her gulp it down before averting your eyes back to her busty chest that stuffs her top.
  555. >Goldie’s widely grinning face deeply blushes as her body drunkenly leans against yours.
  556. >Kicking your legs that dangle off of the side of the bed, you lost count of how many beers Goldie has downed, and she probably has too.
  557. >There’s no one walking by in the hallway at this very second at least, but you know that could change at any moment.
  558. >A little voice in your head pleads you to just keep the door open, and keep the final thread of your self restraint intact.
  559. >But that thread is holding up a goddamn piano.
  560. >The impact of your feet against the floor feels heavy and harrowing.
  561. >Every footstep over to the door feels heavier than the last.
  562. >Almost seems like you’re walking across those piano keys with every note getting lower and darker.
  563. >The doorstop didn’t put up as much of a fight as it should have; the piano keys can no longer be played after the cover is closed over them almost as ominously as the shutting door to your dorm room.
  564. >The music stops.
  565. >Funny how, in a weird way, every single note plays in unison together one last time upon the piano’s final impact.
  566. >That’s what the click of the door’s lock sounded like, but Goldie doesn’t hear any of the danger yet.
  567.  
  568.  
  569. >She’s too disoriented to notice the unsubtle tent in the front of your pants that shamelessly juts forward as you stand before her without hunching over.
  570. >”You’re ssssso sweet!” She repeats in a slurred voice before the impact from you hopping back onto your bed makes her rise and fall a little. “Hey did the uh… music turn off?”
  571. >There’s nothing in you that can answer her, and you just put your arm back around her once more in the now deafening silence.
  572. >Goldie’s soft tits are right there inside of her shirt, they always were this whole time.
  573. >There was a primal side of you that had to ignore the natural urge to touch them.
  574. >It’s no longer just a side of you right now, it’s the entirety of you with everything else simply not here anymore until you ejaculate the urges away.
  575. >”Hmmph… it’s quiet…” Goldie chimes with her eyes closed. “So different than being alone with my roommate…”
  576. >Your hand dives underneath her arm and plants itself into her body, eyes on the mounds of her endowed chest.
  577. >”That’s pretty nice. I like some alone time with peace and quiet.” Goldie notices your hand gently running up and down the side of her torso. “We could probably go watch a movie now if you’d like to…”
  578. >The opportunity to grope her soft chest couldn’t be passed up now.
  579. >You just had to know what a soft female asset felt like in your grabbing hand like this… and it feels *wonderful~*
  580. >Such a lucky opportunity to have a girl sitting right next to you, plastered as a wanted poster and openly available for you to explore what her body feels like.
  581. >This time, it doesn’t take long for it to be clear that she noticed what your hand is doing.
  582. >Goldie feels your hand groping her tit with eager fingers gently squeezing inward upon her soft flesh through her shirt’s fabric and her bra cup underneath.
  583. >”Oh… I…”
  584. >Goldie’s face now turns confused, trying to figure out why you’re massaging her there or what’s about to happen next.
  585. >The softness of Goldie’s tits feels just right, with one taste of this feeling screaming for everything else to come afterward.
  586. >She looks at you through her lidded eyes, but you just had to feel what both of them felt like in both of your hands at the same time.
  587. >The alcohol in her breath becomes more apparent as she breathes harder.
  588. >Trying to figure out how much she actually welcomes this, Goldie falls as silent as the cramped dorm room around her.
  589. >The only sound is your hands sliding against her clothes while feeling her up… followed by rustling of the bedsheets when she reacts to your groping becoming hungrier.
  590. >Goldie’s lidded eyes dart around the room, now realizing why you locked the door.
  591. >You weren’t interested in a movie.
  592.  
  593.  
  594. >Goldie’s breaths become faster and louder as her heart rate surely must be increasing as well.
  595. >Under normal circumstances, a guy putting his hands on her chest like this without her permission would have been stopped by now.
  596. >Which is the very thing that sparks a drunken but morally sober alarm in her mind that screams “he’s not supposed to be grabbing your breasts like this”
  597. >”H-hey…!” Goldie sluggishly squirms against the advances that only intensify the more those groping hands feel her soft pair of breasts through the suddenly feeble layers of her T-shirt and bra…
  598. >It’s like realizing how thin and flimsy the fabric of a camping tent is as soon as a vicious hungry bear trying to find its way in from the outside.
  599. >Goldie grabs the wrists attached to the hands severely violating her personal space and tries to pull them away.
  600. >She’s just not strong enough, and the fingers continue to give her chest more and more sensual squeezes she did not ask for.
  601. >”No… wait…” Goldie shakes her head with a panicked slur. “D-don’t touch me like that!”
  602. >Her repeated rejecting falls upon deaf ears while the mere softness of her pair of breasts through her clothes convinces him to double down on his efforts.
  603. >”No! No, stop! Don’t! Please, don’t! No!” Goldie raises her slurring tone the best she can while the groping only becomes bolder and bolder anyway. “I said no!! NO!!”
  604. >That word doesn’t mean a damn thing right now other than a grim confirmation of how serious this is.
  605. >Goldie’s racing heart sinks into a deep cold lake of betrayal as it slowly dawns on her where this is eventually going.
  606. >A desperate bargain shivering in the back of her mind wagers that maybe he’ll just leave it at this; he’ll just grope a drunk girl without her consent for a little bit and then he’ll be satisfied.
  607. >But he consciously and deliberately locked her in here with him.
  608. >Goldie’s attempts to get off of the bed become more forceful, but they aren’t as forceful as the arms pulling her further onto the bed.
  609. >Goldie’s mind expected her feet to be firmly planted on the floor by now, racing over to the door while her hands swiftly unlock it and swing it open… somehow all before he would have caught up to her.
  610. >But merciless hands continue to snake past her squirming and swatting at them to physically enjoy her body’s assets she never offered.
  611. >”No! No! NO!!” Goldie hisses in a breaking voice. “Don’t…”
  612. >There’s no excuse for the groping to have spread all over her curvy body like this.
  613.  
  614.  
  615. >She jerks her hips forward when a hand grabs her soft butt.
  616. >Her heavy breathing blares how terrified she is.
  617. >Her grunts turn to whimpers as she realizes he’s fully aware that she doesn’t want this, but is still continuing anyway.
  618. >Bodyweight pinning hers to the bed, he’s too strong and sober for her to stand a chance at escaping his hold on her.
  619. >Goldie’s whimpering turns back into aggressive grunting when his hands snake up inside her shirt and feel up her bare midriff.
  620. >Those hands get supercharged with horny arousal gliding all over her smooth skin.
  621. >Her smooth skin gets supercharged with fear and violation feeling those hands gliding all over her midriff that gets exposed as her shirt is dragged up.
  622. >”NO!! Get OFF!!” Goldie still makes it clear she does *not* want this, even though that’s no longer part of the equation of where this is going at this point. “Stop!! … Please! STOP!!”
  623. >She knew the groping was only the beginning.
  624. >Electric jolts of desperate mortification sprout from getting felt up all over inside of her T-shirt.
  625. >Feeling hands roaming along her bare skin without her consent fills her with dread.
  626. >Goldie twists her body back and forth underneath her attacker’s bodyweight in a bid for the luck needed to slink free and make a break for the door somehow.
  627. >She tries hitting and slapping him whenever possible.
  628. >But her arm movements are sluggish and uncoordinated.
  629. >The struggle drags on, only soon resulting in more of Goldie’s bare skin becoming exposed every couple of seconds as her T-shirt is gradually forced further up her body…
  630. >Goldie doesn’t want to be sexy for her attacker, but she currently lost autonomy over her body.
  631. >Her attacker decided that she’s showing off her full midriff now, running his hands up and down her exposed skin.
  632. >Goldie keeps jolting and twisting her body in resistance to no avail, only turning her attacker on even more as she moves her body around with his hands grazing her exposed bellybutton and curvy sides and smooth lower back.
  633. >Her attacker is forcing her to be sexy for him against her will.
  634. >”NO! Stop!!” She defensively crosses her arms over her busty chest that only provides a little tension for her shirt’s fabric to stop being pulled up even further before her bra can get unveiled. “Please don’t…”
  635. >His hands roam her exposed skin as they please, gathering even more arousal from the wonderful touch only enjoyed one way.
  636. >”I don’t want this!” Goldie tries her best to keep her slurring voice from breaking. “Not like this. Please not like this!”
  637.  
  638.  
  639. >Those hands are nearly magnetically attached to her smooth soft skin she’s showing against her will.
  640. >Pairs of lips are getting closer together, Goldie tries to turn her face away but only ends up receiving kisses up and down her neck now.
  641. >A hand glides up her bare tummy and starts to infiltrate her hiked up T-shirt.
  642. >Goldie squirms in desperation as a bargain to do this consensually another night after a movie like she might have wanted flies out the window.
  643. >Goldie turns her head to face her attacker to let him kiss her on the lips to maybe distract him or something.
  644. >She didn’t want him to kiss her this soon after they just met, but obviously she wants to get raped even less, even when she is drunk.
  645. >Outside of that simple priority, she doesn’t know what she’s thinking anymore.
  646. >Palms and fingertips freely glide along Goldie’s fully exposed tummy and lower back, delighted by her smooth bare skin’s intoxicating warmth.
  647. >One hand makes its way further up her back and unsuccessfully tries to unclasp her bra.
  648. >Goldie lets out a defiant squeal into your mouth and makes your hand lose its spot with a few twists of her body.
  649. >She only finds that same hand trail along her bra to the front, making her shudder with mortification as your fingertips graze along her smooth skin higher up that before.
  650. >She responds to another gentle unwanted assault on her chest with words that get lost in the kiss you keep planted onto her lips before it breaks with a soft smooching noise.
  651. >Her pleas are suspended by disbelief but then brought out by horrified urgency in as she feels what happens next…
  652. >One of Goldie’s soft breasts is pushed upward by one of her attacker’s hands as if to stop the fingers from spearing underneath her bra cup, but it won’t be enough.
  653. >”You don’t have to do this!” Goldie bargains in drunken desperation, barely thinking about the movie you could spend time watching together while cuddling on her couch and then getting intimate the right way when the consent is mutual. “We can do this another time! Please, I promise! I’ll do it with you then, just… please don’t… not now. Not like this…”
  654. >The alarms inside Goldie’s panicking mind are set off so hard that they break as soon as she feels the unwelcome fingers breach underneath one of her bra cups… slowly, clumsily finding Goldie’s nipple.
  655. >The intruding fingers curiously rub in circles along Goldie’s sensitive areola, forcing her nipple to stiffen against the sensual motions.
  656. >It was already pretty much too late to say no, but now it’s definitely too late to say no.
  657. >This got too intimate and her attacker is too excited to turn back.
  658.  
  659.  
  660. >Feeling this complete loss of control of her situation, Goldie nearly breaks down and quietly sobs into another unwanted liplock, letting her attacker kiss her deeper.
  661. >At the same time, Goldie’s panic becomes extremely intense as her gentle drunken hands’ swatting at the stronger hand invading underneath her bra cup becomes fierce.
  662. >You’re too carried away by how hard you can feel Goldie’s nipples are getting, now having forced your hands under both of her bra cups…
  663. >Goldie’s soft bare breasts are everything you imagined they’d be and more, the tender flesh delightfully giving way to your directly groping fingers…
  664. >In response to feeling her body being on the receiving end of this unwanted sexual assault, Goldie contorts her face into a twisted distressed frown as a lump forms in her throat and traumatized tears leak out of her eyes, and she locks gazes with you.
  665. >Even through that drunken lidded gaze, you can see the expression of betrayal in those panicking eyes.
  666. >An expression of psychological and emotional pain she is being put through, a violation of her very person that trembles her to her core.
  667. >”Please…” Goldie croaks as she trembles in fear, staring into your eyes soul-to-soul. “Don’t do this to me. I’m begging you.”
  668.  
  669.  
  670.  
  671. >From start to finish, this awful experience for Goldie and absent-mindedly intoxicating experience for her attacker is going to feel never-ending and drawn-out, as if it lasted longer than any movie they could have watched together.
  672. >Every little detail is going to be mulled over from the intensity each feels for polarizingly opposite reasons.
  673. >Slow and gratifying for Goldie's attacker, slow and painful for Goldie.
  674. >Full of off-ramps you're too horny to change course with as they pass by.
  675. >It’s easy to see in Goldie’s eyes that she’s about to break down sobbing completely.
  676. >This moment has turned into a horrifying nightmare for her.
  677. >And the only way to escape it is the impossible task of convincing her rapist to show her mercy.
  678. >But your empathy has been put on hold; your raging diamond-hard erection has never been this excited in your whole life.
  679. >Nature hardwired into your biology is mixing chemicals and killing hesitation in your brain, where lots of blood left for your dick.
  680. >Left for your manhood that’s about to be misused for mating practices that society was meant to make obsolete.
  681. >But the instincts and anatomy people have evolved with are still taking the reins anyway, and it feels too right in the moment to stop.
  682. >Consequences feel too far away to matter, you can only sense what you see right in front of you.
  683. >The lights are still on in here but it’s still too dark in your nature to see anything other than what you want.
  684. >Goldie’s bare smooth midriff and hips jerking around in response to the assault she feels only stokes the inferno of your horny urges that now need release at all costs.
  685. >Your eager fingers continue teasing her nipples into full stiffness up against your unwelcome touch.
  686. >Goldie’s terrified glare into your eyes only starts to leak tears instead of saying anything convincing to you as your hands give her soft naked breasts inside her clothes a couple more predatory squeezes.
  687. >Breaths pushing back up against you faster and faster in panic as your unwanted mockery of true intimacy wrings all of Goldie’s sense of security out of her.
  688. >Her sexy body is yours to claim.
  689. >”I’ll do it with you in the future, I promise!” Her desperate voice is trembling with horror, sharp frown staying present as she speaks. “Just… Please don’t… hurt me…”
  690. >She then goes right back to trying to pull your hands away from her breasts.
  691. >She squeals and slaps at your wrists in desperate rejection of your hands’ unwelcome squeezing she can feel continuing.
  692. >Gritting her teeth, Goldie hates it.
  693. >She hates this dehumanizing violation of her person she said no to.
  694. >She doesn’t want you touching her like this.
  695. >She doesn’t want to show you her nipples… but you’ve started to yank her shirt and bra further up her bare smooth back.
  696. >”Get you hands off of me, PLEASE!” Goldie gets stuck somewhere between ordering you and begging you out of extreme desperation for escape scrambling her remaining rational thought.
  697. >Goldie does all she can not to show anything else to her attacker.
  698. >But she knows it’s not up to her anymore.
  699. >Inside of your underwear and thinking on your behalf, your cock is fully erect and anxious to leave its fabric prison so it can stand to attention for its desperately desired siege of Goldie.
  700. >You got the back of her shirt and bra up past her bare shoulders.
  701. >”No!” Goldie croaks as a tear swells in the corner of her eye, obviously having no way to convince you but tries anyway due to how much she doesn’t want this. “Please don’t…”
  702. >Goldie’s arms desperately clamp down at her sides trying to keep the front of the scrunching fabric from exposing her tits to you.
  703. >”I won’t tell anyone, I’ll stay, just p…p-please don’t… don’t…” Her voice starts to break down even more as that same tear of dread rolls down her face.
  704. >She is not giving you permission even though that means absolutely nothing now and her drunken mind knows that.
  705. >But she must NOT let you even strip her any further by force against her will.
  706. >Goldie will never allow or accept any further violation of her body like this.
  707. >”STOP!!”
  708. >The remaining tension from her mangled clothes weakens as the soft undersides of Goldie’s tits are forced out of her bra cups one by one.
  709. >”Not like this! Please, don’t do it like this!” Goldie feels the edge of her bra cups drag up her areolae, exposing them. “I’ll do whatever you want! Anything!”
  710. >Her bargain didn’t imply an alternative.
  711. >Those words hang in the air as the fabric’s tension finally breaks.
  712. >Goldie’s soft pair of breasts deliciously bounce free out of their pale bra cups.
  713. >She shrieks through gritted teeth while you lay your eyes upon her stiffening, murky-pink exposed nipples.
  714. >Giving off an enticing bounce from falling out then freely wobbling and jiggling in response to a new burst of desperate struggling, Goldie’s naked breasts put on a naturally arousing show for you she is actively disapproving of but can do nothing to stop it from happening.
  715. >Nothing she ever says could hope to convince you to even think twice about this now.
  716. >What you’ve devolved to be motivated by has taken over, you’re not even really you anymore until this is over.
  717. >For Goldie, every new moment of this degrading nightmare feels like yet another complete loss of autonomy over her own body.
  718. >Goldie fiercely but hopelessly tries to squirm away from your overpowering strength, or maybe flip over or something, just anything to hide her swaying naked breasts from you.
  719. >Only serving to shake her exposed tits for you even more and feed into your arousal for her.
  720. >The horrific reality cannot be escaped as it sinks in further and further, piercing its venomous teeth into the tenderness of Goldie’s dignity and self-respect.
  721. >And the pain that penetration causes her soul is too much to bear, especially when Goldie knows the other penetration she knows is coming will pierce her soul a thousand times deeper than this.
  722. >With even a hint of that in her mind, Goldie begins to violently thrash around in not just protest but every ounce of resistance she can pull out of the deepest corners of within herself that will inevitably get violated in a matter of minutes.
  723. >Just one final battle for her very person, Goldie must allow her body to put on a show for you as long as she’s putting up a fight as well.
  724. >She reluctantly but desperately accepts that it’s too necessary to not do.
  725. >Goldie may be drunk and more horrified than she’s even been in her life, but she still knows she will NEVER allow her own virginity to be ripped away from her by cruel force like this.
  726. >Her self-worth and happiness of the rest of her life depends on this moment.
  727. >Goldie can’t just bargain to let you enjoy her tits until you’re satisfied, in exchange for you leaving it at that.
  728. >You both know too well it’s not going to stop there.
  729. >The two of you could have been watching a movie together even right now.
  730. >You could have pulled one up on your laptop and you and Goldie would sit in the same chair together maybe sharing one of the beers.
  731. >She could be putting her arm around this guy she just met and feel as though she’s taking things a little too fast with him as you both begin getting more drunkenly curious caressing eachother’s arms.
  732. >She could have started to giggle after another sip before the good part of the movie starts, clinging onto you tighter as the tension from the action on the screen startles her.
  733. >And you’d be right there comforting her as she presses her cheek against your shoulder while the heat emitting from your laptop keeps you both safe from the cold world outside your dorm room’s window.
  734. >She’d feel safe and protected by you, sharing the making of a memory that could turn into maybe something more the longer you two spent together…
  735. >But reality sees you aggressively giving her naked jiggling breasts a predatory gaze… and instead of letting her cover them back up, you force another kiss onto her lips while she weakly screams the scent of alcohol into your mouth.
  736. >Goldie’s scared mind rapidly spins while her quickened breaths become more high-pitched.
  737. >She growls and glares at you with tears streaming out of both eyes now while her weak but violently protective slaps do what they can to deter you.
  738. >She jolts and twists her exposed body around, squirming with every drop left of her stamina against you.
  739. >You don’t hit her back, just pin her down onto your bed as her terrified and enraged rejection of this forced one-sided intimacy does practically nothing to hurt you anyway, let alone deter you.
  740. >Goldie’s supple exposed tits only continue to freely jiggle for you against her will, doing the opposite of deterring you and arousing you more.
  741. >They only stop jiggling when you continue to grope them this time with your hands squeezing her naked flesh and fingers grazing her bare skin.
  742. >It sparks even more panic in her than before.
  743. >”SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” Goldie tries to scream as loud as she can but can’t raise her voice enough for it to matter. PLEASE, ANYBODY!”
  744. >Her crying and contorting face is briefly covered by her forced up shirt.
  745. >Her weak slender arms are restrained by the upward motion of you forcing the whole bundle of fabric to her wrists.
  746. >...That chair...
  747. >The empty chair in front of your dorm room desk could have has you sitting with her in it.
  748. >Playing with Goldie’s soft tresses of hair, while she hugs you without care if you get turned on from feeling her tits smush against your arm.
  749. >She’d underhandedly want you to feel a bit enticed by her presence, maybe wanting to start up a mood for a late night drunken “encounter” with you where the two of you have a little bit of college fun together.
  750. >Just having a fun movie night with a cute guy she met.
  751. >Sending him signals that she’s starting to become interested in taking things a little further with his company.
  752. >Dropping little hints like a sultry grin or maybe running her hand along his chest during a boring talk scene in the movie to indicate he could do it back to her if he wants to.
  753. >Since she’d have done it first with that grin on her face.
  754. >But that chair is empty.
  755. >Goldie’s tresses of hair are made messy by her inside-out shirt’s collar dragging across her frantically shaking head.
  756. >”P-please… no…” Goldie’s voice against the fabric over her mouth breaks all the way down in horrified, ashamed defeat when she feels your lips latch onto her defenseless hardened nipples one by one.
  757. >The slightly salty taste makes your eyes light up.
  758. >Goldie instinctively reacts by trying to pull her swaying tits away from your mouth but you eventually capture her nipples between your lips again anyway.
  759. >Hiding her face lets you only communicate with her body.
  760. >Goldie starts to sway her hips for you without realizing it as your hands glide along the sides of her bare torso.
  761. >Her still clothed legs try to plant her feet onto you so she could kick you away from herself, but you’re already wedged too far up between her thighs for that the be possible.
  762. >Restrain Goldie’s hands inside of her shirt scrunched over her face with one hand while your other hand caresses her smooth exposed skin up and down her completely bare torso.
  763. >You watch her frightened jolts become weaker every time you run your hand along her tummy, watching her bellybutton sink down with it to every sob she lets out into her shirt.
  764. >Trying to retract the enchanting touch of her smooth skin away from the unforgiving touch of your hand.
  765. >Your hand that then goes back to cupping her naked breasts in a few more gropes, making her shudder and twist around in increasingly weakened desperation to escape this horrific nightmare somehow.
  766. >She just knows there HAS to be a way to escape the sickening feeling of these perverted hands directly molesting her bare assets skin-to-skin.
  767. >Goldie’s panic begs for a way to make it stop.
  768. >Goldie knows her soul is under siege, and you’ve subconsciously put your own soul on hold in favor of obeying the ugly side of human nature.
  769. >Society could never be perfect enough to truly fix horrible flaws evolution had brought.
  770. >Just has to do its best with what it has, but little predicaments like yours slip through the cracks when a girl isn’t careful in the slightest, and a depraved guy loses sight of who he’s supposed to be as a civilized human being with basic humanity and empathy for others.
  771. >Goldie’s body shudders in response to your continuous touch, slowing its motions now that Goldie’s face is covered and she isn’t watching the worst moment of her life take place.
  772. >Still doesn’t take away the unacceptable fact that your hands can be felt feeling her up and enjoying her exposed body without her consent.
  773. >Goldie breaks down in a new series of distraught sobbing as one-way intimacy is had with her body against her will.
  774. >She can only take some pitiful solace in the fact that she can’t see it happening.
  775. >But you even rob her of that when the mangled shirt is forced along her raised arms to her wrists.
  776. >Goldie’s beautiful hair was the second last thing to hold onto her shirt before the last attempt of her hands themselves, that long hair made messy in the process before the garment is tossed far out of reach across the room…
  777. >The back of Goldie’s bra came undone from the force of the whole moment, and she can’t get it to cover anything the right way before you force it down her arms to her wrists too.
  778. >”Please… I’m sorry…” A topless Goldie can only cover her stiff perky nipples with her hands and tangled ruffled locks of hair now.
  779. >You stare at her state of complete toplessness, mind vacant of anything other than overpowering lust driving you to continue as Goldie can’t think of anything reasonable to say anymore.
  780. >She trembles violently, still instinctively covering her breasts with her hands until your stronger hands grab her gentle wrists and…
  781. >”You don’t have to do this…” She blubbers between sniffles in a broken voice. “I won’t tell, I promise. We c-can start over… and do it right. I’ll let you, I promise. Please!”
  782. >Tears of desperation flood out of Goldie’s eyes as her irrational bargain fails to make sense to even her.
  783. >The only thing that makes sense to you right now is how horny you are for Goldie and what your bodies are designed to do together.
  784. >Sexy and topless against her will, Goldie has her hands pinned over her head on either side of the pillow.
  785. >”Please don’t rape me…” She nearly choked out the words. “I’ll let you do what you want with… w-with these but please don’t do anything else…”
  786. >Her naked tits keep enticingly swaying and shaking as she blurts out the bargain that disgusts her to even say.
  787. >She hates herself for stooping to this, but she’ll try anything.
  788. >”Please… I won’t fight back, just… do what you want with my… m-my…” This desperate concession still sickens her but she forces the words out anyway. “Y-you can play with my tits… jerk off to them, I won’t fight you, I’ll let you do that. Please j-just… anything but…” Like a maytag hanging from the top bunk, she can’t even finish the sentence now.
  789. >Too horny to process anything properly, you primally accept Goldie’s reluctant and ashamed invitation to the forcefully stripped top half of her body.
  790. >Connecting lips with an intense kiss Goldie has to force herself not to turn her face away from and just let you wildly liplock her.
  791. >It should have happened in front of a movie playing.
  792. >It could have.
  793. >The moment could have been so sweet between you two, even with Goldie being drunk off her ass.
  794. >The pause between your lips meeting might have been gentler, lasting longer, the corners of your mouths curving up into smiles before you got closer.
  795. >Trading eachother’s first kiss as curious love fluttered in the air.
  796. >All of that can never exist now, as Goldie lets out more distressed, defeated sobs into your mouth in response to you jutting your tongue up against hers.
  797. >Her mind screams in searing panic, having to hold it all back as a terrified voice in the back of her head urges her not to fight her attacker and instead let him kiss.
  798. >Goldie didn’t intend for her tongue to wrestle back against yours in some subconscious encouragement of intensifying this lustful liplock.
  799. >It just kind of… happened, Goldie can’t figure out why.
  800. >But she hates herself so much for playing into the kiss like that while she allows your hands to knead her soft naked breasts to your heart’s content.
  801. >Your mind spins with increasingly out of control lust while her flesh gives way to your stern touch.
  802. >Goldie wheezes and sobs in self-loathing sorrow from letting her attacker win anything in this sexual assault against her innocence, indescribably regretting her own choices that led to you locking her in here with yourself.
  803. >Every ounce of her well-being wants to jump back in time and stop her from ever setting foot into this dorm room.
  804. >Why didn’t she consider the danger back when it mattered?
  805. >This deep seated hatred and disgust for her ignorance is going to haunt Goldie for the rest of her days.
  806. >Goldie sobs again in disgusted shame when you give her bare nipples a few more sucks.
  807. >Knowing this degrading appeasement will not be enough to stop you from going further.
  808. >You know that as soon as you let her leave, nothing is stopping her from going straight to the cops for what you’ve already done to her.
  809. >As soon as she leaves your control, your life is fucking over.
  810. >You know it.
  811. >And she’s going to be fucking PLEASED to get you thrown behind bars the very nanosecond she sobers up.
  812. >Hoping the inmates do you worse than you could ever do her.
  813. >You can sense her vengeance already in your horrific actions against her themselves.
  814. >You know you can’t see it now, but the person you’ll go back to being after cumming will agree that Goldie deserves her revenge.
  815. >If you right now decide she doesn’t deserve her dignity, then you both will agree she deserves her revenge.
  816. >There’s no way you could keep her here for long before people start finding out or asking where she is.
  817. >Before a missing person’s report is filed.
  818. >There’s no way out of this now.
  819. >You’ve simultaneously locked yourself into the end of your life as well by doing this.
  820. >So as you continue to enjoy kissing Goldie’s sexy topless body up and down…
  821. >Sucking her nipples, tangling tongues with her until saliva strands stretch between your mouths…
  822. >Caressing her smooth skin as she begrudgingly endures it all for seemingly forever and cries in emotional agony from you enthusiastically violating her decency without her consent…
  823. >An even darker side of you awakens.
  824. >You love the feel, the taste, the everything of this girl so much… and you know you’ll never get this again.
  825. >Goldie is all you’re ever going to fucking get.
  826. >Your life is over the moment you let her go, you just know it.
  827. >Would you rather lose your virginity here with Goldie… or watch it go down the drain in a prison shower?
  828. >Too horny to think beyond living in the moment and mating, the tragic side of your base urges takes over completely.
  829. >There’s already panic showing in Goldie’s flailing limbs when you start maneuvering her around the bed.
  830. >Manipulating her topless body into whatever position you want with fierce manhandling that displays how much stronger you are than she is.
  831. >She already knows where this is going, and so do you.
  832. >”No! No… no no… no NO NO!!” Goldie goes back to clumsily slapping at you in terrified rejection of your lust for her.
  833. >Her soft naked tits shake and wobble around from each and every jolt and twist of her sexy topless body you easily overpower from one end of the bed to the other.
  834. >Goldie needs an escape, a way to be rescued, ANYTHING.
  835. >Anything but rape.
  836. >She will even die as long at it means you won’t continue to commit this unforgivable act against her body and innocence while she's alive to experience it.
  837. >There’s no doubt about it now… your hands have ambushed the front of her pants and got the front unbuttoned and her fly undone before she could notice.
  838. >Goldie starts clawing at you as soon as she does notice, trying to punch you, bite you, anything she can to at least get you to attack and kill her before you could penetrate her most sacred area.
  839. >To Goldie’s dismay, you peel the loosened waistline of her pants further open and expose her frilly panties you weren’t supposed to see.
  840. >Goldie fiercely bucks her hips and twists her bare torso as her undone pants fail to stay in place and are forced down her wide hips with your horny assistance.
  841. >Putting panic in Goldie’s racing heart after her soft buttcheeks only feel the thin fabric of her panties in the way of your hand groping them.
  842. >”NOO!!” She tries kicking you next.
  843. >A massive swell of desperate stamina erupts in Goldie with a pending tax of crippling exhaustion for whenever she finishes spending it.
  844. >Adrenaline crashes through her veins, fire burns in her heart and eyes glaring daggers at you.
  845. >She will NOT allow you to defile her in such an unacceptable way.
  846. >Not without the biggest fight she will ever put up in her life.
  847. >It *should* have started with her bra.
  848. >Her shirt being forced off warranted a fight from her that was nothing compared to the fight her pants and panties being forced off is sparking.
  849. >Giving this everything she has left and almost forgetting she’s already topless, Goldie cries out in a sustained shriek with weakly balled fists slamming into you.
  850. >Her eyes filled with primal rage, she does everything she can to throw you off balance.
  851. >Ideally pushing you off the bed and killing you or at least knocking you unconscious.
  852. >But she’s still too drunk to coordinate her actions properly.
  853. >And judging by the crazed horny look in your piercing stare she sees, you’re too determined and locked-in.
  854. >Even with this new rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins, Goldie still finds you managing to force the top of her pants down her smooth thighs.
  855. >”NOOOOO!! DON’T!” Goldie grits her teeth hard enough to risk chipping one of them.
  856. >Holding into the top of her pants only proves to be an unwinnable tug of war.
  857. >Goldie’s soft creamy thighs become fully bare on account of your overwhelming strength; Goldie’s jiggling naked pair of tits are smushed together between her arms for your sexual amusement.
  858. >Her rapid wheezing breaths let out frustrated moans after she loses grip of her pants completely to you forcing them to her ankles.
  859. >She tries to sit up, but you violently, in an animalistic fashion, slam her back down onto the soft bed.
  860. >Her once lustrous hair has become mangled and unkempt from her fight, and her punches and kicks are quickly overshadowed by your unforgiving brute force.
  861. >She knows what it means if she lets herself stay on her back underneath you, wearing nothing on her quickly-tiring body but her thin little panties.
  862. >Underneath the powerful monster looming over her.
  863. >She’s horrified enough to keep fighting, but too terrified of that primal male strength to ignore how exhausted she’s becoming.
  864. >Once this stamina delaying the inevitable runs out, it’s even more over than it already was.
  865. >She’d rather you beat her to death for hurting you enough, but now she’s too scared to egg you on after truly feeling how strong you are.
  866. >After being in the throes of a monster who has no problem lifting her entire bodyweight and slamming her onto the sheets.
  867. >She’s having a hard time choosing between letting her rapist get exactly what he wants, or making him end her life in a way she realizes would bring more pain and suffering she could imagine.
  868. >She doesn’t want either one, but one of which is going to happen and there isn’t a damn thing she can do about it.
  869. >After getting between Goldie’s legs as the shackles of her scrunched down pants bunch around her ankles and keep her feet close together behind your back, you lean down and give Goldie a sustained smooch on the lips once more.
  870. >She knows she can’t stop you from forcing her panties out of the way if the state of her pants indicate anything.
  871. >After feeling your strong hand groping her chest yet again, Goldie fears the repercussions of biting your tongue as you joust it back into her mouth.
  872. >Clinched on to her panties, her hands were already bracing to lose the battle to hold them in place, but you went back to kissing and groping her instead.
  873. >Goldie’s spinning confused mind can’t think of anything once more as she again lets you grope and kiss.
  874. >She even kisses you back to try and appease you, hating herself for not having already bit down on your tongue dancing with hers.
  875. >You love the taste of her saliva, she hates the taste of yours.
  876. >But Goldie endures.
  877. >Endures but not without whimpering and aimlessly struggling with hopeless reluctance.
  878. >Can’t help but keep fighting anyway.
  879. >She’s still trying to escape somehow, with the desperate goal of at least making it TO the locked door in the back of her mind.
  880. >But Goldie already knows there’s no way out of this.
  881. >Not with how weak and drunk and already topless in her lacy little panties she is, unwillingly putting on a sexy show for her strong horny male attacker on top of her… pinning her to the bed with his superior strength.
  882. >Your extra-muscle-mass bodyweight pins Goldie’s slender nearly-nude feminine curves in place, aroused strength only fed into by Goldie squirming and twisting her bare body around underneath you with distressed wheezing sobs lifting and sinking her tummy…
  883. >Her voice croaks into your mouth while she reluctantly kisses back up into your lips.
  884. >Reluctantly letting your tongue do what it will with hers.
  885. >Reluctantly letting her soft naked tits shake and jiggle for your horny excitement when she twists her topless form around in blind hopes that it’ll result in escape somehow.
  886. >Reluctantly endures your stronger hands subverting the weakening scrambling from hers and grabbing and groping her nearly defenseless assets all over her body.
  887. >Every alarm has been deafeningly sounding off on Goldie’s head as loudly as she’d scream if she still had the energy.
  888. >This is *her* body under attack.
  889. >This should NOT be happening, this isn’t right.
  890. >”PLEEEhhEhhEASE!! D-Don’t do this to me! I’m sorry!” Goldie stares with tear-soaked dread in her eyes back up at you into yours. “I won’t tell anyone and I’ll come back! Don’t rape me!” Her croaking voice breaks down completely into wordless sobbing at the end of her final plea as she shuts her eyes.
  891. >You hold her wrists to the softness of the sheets and muffle her bawling with a kiss, too out of touch with reality to want anything other than what’s right underneath you.
  892. >Goldie thinks to apologize for hitting you, since you did nothing more painful than slam her down to the soft bed.
  893. >Though, what you’re about to do is going to hurt her forever more than any physical blow ever could.
  894. >The fact that you’re letting her be the one to strike you in self-defense makes it feel even more insulting somehow.
  895. >And Goldie is more than willing to just take that insult as long as you don’t go all the way through with this inhumane act upon her person.
  896. >But after the next deep tongue kiss finally breaks, your fingers slide up her smooth curvy hips and curl around the straps of her panties…
  897. >A new and final surge of panicked energy erupts in Goldie at this feeling.
  898. >Everything she has left must save her.
  899. >Goldie’s hands go back to gripping the sides of her panties, knowing she’s nowhere near strong enough.
  900. >”W-we could still watch a…” Goldie doesn’t even know where that came from as her tangling mind processes her panties being felt getting forced down her wide hips.
  901. >As Goldie’s attempts at kicking her legs does nothing with your waist between her thighs and pants still shackling her ankles together, the front of her panties are dragged down to reveal her small trimmed patch of pubic hair that’s no longer a secret.
  902. >Goldie squeals in protest with tears soaking either side of her face before her panties are then flipped down inside out to completely expose her pussy.
  903. >”NOO!!!” She screams hoarsely as her panties are taken further down her thighs, drunken voice already going from so much strain. “Nooooo!!… No no… noo… nooo!”
  904. >You give her soft naked buttcheeks a brief squeeze in the middle of Goldie trying to arch her back to somehow change the situation of her position.
  905. >The maneuver does nothing.
  906. >You could have ducked underneath her panties to get past them, but instead pull to break one of the straps.
  907. >”I’ll… never forgive you for this…” Goldie groans quietly with no more begging inside of her, let alone desire to watch a movie with you.
  908. >She knows it’s already over with the worst part just beginning.
  909. >The straps of her panties are stubborn at first as Goldie covers her bare womanhood from you with one hand and slaps your arm with another, then with enough brute force, the silky fabric finally gives in.
  910. >The final shred of decency she had left, her panties dangle over one of her knees before limply slipping down to the ankle.
  911. >Goldie watches in dread as you undo the front of your own pants, widening her eyes as the massive tent of your full-on erection pierces out of your unzipped fly.
  912. >Slip your pants down, then your underwear and let your diamond hard erection violently spring free over the elastic waistband.
  913. >Goldie doesn’t know what to process first, your throbbing length, the amount you’ve already been leaking pre, the way it wobbles slightly, there’s too much for her to think about.
  914. >Too much for her to accept… Goldie will NOT let it inside of her, but she doesn’t have a choice…
  915. >She growls in humiliated feral rage with no energy to back it up as you force her arms to the side.
  916. >”NO! NO!!” Goldie violently thrashes around again upon feeling you work your way up between her naked thighs. “NOOO!!!”
  917. >The heartbroken pain in her voice strains her throat.
  918. >Despite being already drained, She fights and fights and fights, only shaking her naked assets around for you and exhausting herself even more.
  919. >Her desperation wishes it could afford to fuel her more as she feels your tip begin to prod her naked crotch.
  920. >”I… I h-hate you…” Growls Goldie with a frightened but unwillingly aroused shudder creep up her spine the instant she feels your glans pressing and slipping along her soft vulva lips, seeking entrance as desperately as Goldie sought escape back when she had hope in her shattered heart.
  921. >Now Goldie fights without hope, knowing it’s inevitable but even then, that thing must NOT get inside her.
  922. >Strains, squirms, fights tooth and nail for the very core of her innocence.
  923. >The way that leaking glans slides around proves that the precum is interacting with already present clear juices Goldie must have been leaking already.
  924. >To her insulted surprise, Goldie notices a shining glint on her fingers that no longer cover her naked pussy, confirming she’s already been getting wet herself during this.
  925. >Goldie’s eyes fill with enraged fire and again glare daggers at her rapist, but her terrified and broken voice doesn’t match their energy: “Fuck you…” The feeling of your manhood prodding between the slippery lips of her womanhood makes Goldie tremble. “No… NO!!!”
  926. >That thing is NOT going inside of her.
  927. >She shrieks in horror when she feels it push its way inside.
  928. >Legs frantically trying to free their ankles in desperation, Goldie sobs in sexual defeat when your unwelcome length drives inside deeper and deeper.
  929. >Her ankles are too tightly wrapped and tangled to get free, and her sleek folds and inner walls continue to get forced to accommodate your erect cock that makes them clamp and stretch around it without her consent.
  930. >Goldie’s clit slides along your shaft that persists on, and her vulva and labia grip your width all the way down your length until they mash onto you around the base.
  931. >That feeling of Goldie’s body accommodating you like this is unlike anything you could even imagine.
  932. >Your nature has your brain hardwired to shut off from anything else in this moment.
  933. >And the thrusts begin on their own, sparking so much more of this delightful feeling of her slick gripping channel stroking your erect enveloped shaft like it’s naturally designed to with each new thrust.
  934. >With several quiet sobs of absolute misery, Goldie weakly slaps at you and tries to push you away or off her.
  935. >Shaking her head with her tangles of once-lustrous messy hair softly grinding against the pillow.
  936. >The horror on her face is clear while your hips continue to grind more and more firmly up against her crotch.
  937. >Leaking the wonderful sensation you’re feeling into her one thrust at a time, drop by drop.
  938. >Leaving Goldie wanting to continue to hate this as the plowing threatens to begin eroding her endless disapproval for this intimacy.
  939. >At this point, Goldie can’t decide if she wants to continue acknowledging that this is nonconsensual and she is being brutally raped, or if she wants to stop hating it in order to extinguish her suffering in this lowest moment of her life.
  940. >Part of her doesn’t want to stop hating it, part of her does, but both of them still die inside while all of her wants this misery to end.
  941. >Goldie was ready to just curl up into a fetal position and die as soon as she discovered getting stripped naked against her will and manhandled like a cheap piece of meat had made her become moist in her panties.
  942. >The same moisture that eased the sickening, horrific… wonderful penetration of this now full-fledged rape.
  943. >Goldie feels betrayed by her own body.
  944. >Insulted and betrayed, backstabbed by her own unintentional reaction to experiencing a sexual assault.
  945. >Is she sure of who she is anymore?
  946. >How couldn’t she hate herself after such an unexpected betrayal of her person BY her person?
  947. >Goldie lies on her back while you continue to plow her like a worthless whore, doing everything she can inside to stay focused on hating every second of this unforgivable defilement of her body.
  948. >Your breathing, the soft slaps of skin against skin between the two of you atop the rustling sheets, and Goldie’s breathy sobs fill the room.
  949. >Her wailing sobs grow louder at first, mourning the loss of her innocence in real time.
  950. >Mourning her loss of self.
  951. >Then she has to try to stop them from sneaking out soft moans between them.
  952. >Moans Goldie doesn’t want to exist, but an unwanted heat slowly accumulates in her core little by little after each wet plap that echoes off the walls.
  953. >Fueled by the feeling of your manhood buried deep into her womanhood.
  954. >The long thrusting hard mass of your erect cock forcing its shaft up and down her unwilling walls makes them start to react with a few autonomic clenches to try to expend what the heat is doing to them.
  955. >But what they get out is only replaced by slightly more aroused heat than they got rid of.
  956. >As soon as the inescapable presence of this heat introduces itself to Goldie's awareness, the shards of her shattered heart break down into grains of dust as she hates herself even more.
  957. >Her weak slaps against your chest linger with grabs on your shirt, her knuckles gently poking into your pecs while you continue thrusting away inside of her without her consent.
  958. >Goldie needs to push you off of her before you force her body to like this too much to ignore.
  959. >She can’t believe her body is reacting positively to this, she KNOWS it’s positive because it reminds her of when she was masturbating in the past.
  960. >Now deeper and more thorough than ever before with the help of her rapist.
  961. >Mortified that you’re making her body betray her further and start enjoy this, Goldie more desperately tries to push you off of herself.
  962. >Feeling the unwanted sensation become more intense the more she tries to bottle it up against the thrusts continuing and overriding her common sense.
  963. >The death of common sense that plagues you now slowly spreads to Goldie through this fantastic sensation of your thrusting cock stuffing her pussy and making the slippery-ness, friction, skin against skin and mutual twitching and clenching interacting together do all the real talking.
  964. >Goldie shudders and trembles to the sensation you’re forcing her to fall victim to… it becomes overpowering the longer this goes on.
  965. >*thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust*… it just doesn’t let up…
  966. >Goldie is mentally falling victim to your cock, only able to cling to the final vestiges of her own sanity and self-respect for so long as you still continue over the next minute or so.
  967. >Her entire life so far converges into this one cruel, awful moment to her.
  968. >If only she could start her life over and keep this miserable feeling staining her soul from coming to be...
  969. >To go back to her humble beginnings in life and go down a different path in life that won't eventually lead to... this...
  970. >The increasingly wonderfully horrifyingly fantastically soul-crushingly intimate thrusts continue and continue.
  971. >”…I want… my… mommy…” Goldie squeaks almost inaudibly, now lidded eyes full of horrified despair with tears still running down her cheeks onto the sheets as she cries out louder. “Mommy… mooommyyy!” Her sorrowful sobs creak out of her throat in between her solemn cries for her mother.
  972. >The fact that she’s somebody’s daughter is going to hit you like a freight train later.
  973. >Just like how her trying to push you away as the thrusting continues feels like trying to stop one.
  974. >The plowing and plapping unapologetically continues, gradually forcing Goldie to like it more little by little.
  975. >Shame smothers her soul like a wet towel over a candle as Goldie hates herself more and more for feeling reluctant arousal now roaring higher in her core in response to being raped.
  976. >She wanted anything but to give her rapist the satisfaction of witnessing her becoming turned on by this.
  977. >She doesn’t even have it in her to grit her teeth anymore.
  978. >Doesn’t realize her legs have been locked around your waist for a while now, until twenty-something thrusts after her whimpering cries for her mother.
  979. >Her walls clamp down upon your hard member with no first thought, let alone second thought.
  980. >Goldie sobs, wails and moans as the stimulating sensation overtakes her against her will.
  981. >Her blind, aimless batting of hands against you are almost weak enough to go unnoticed now, but she’s still fighting.
  982. >Even if the fight she’s putting up has been reduced to practically nothing.
  983. >Horny dread buzzes around in Goldie’s head like a swarm of locusts.
  984. >She sighs and moans while you use her body in this cruel evil intimacy that refuses to stay one-sided any longer.
  985. >Goldie’s self-loathing erodes underneath the crashing waves of the insurmountable pleasure you have forced her to experience.
  986. >Her most sacred place has been and continues to be desecrated by your invading cock.
  987. >Forced to do what it was naturally designed to do without Goldie’s consent.
  988. >She hollers quietly in a hoarse voice while tightening her leglock around you.
  989. >She’s drooling and shuddering, now losing grip of only how ashamed of herself she feels when the inferno of unwelcome lust starts to become welcomed.
  990. >Goldie trembles harder as your thrusting on top of her sexy naked body intensifies, surrendering to her shameful lust one little noise at a time.
  991. >She entered this room with her virginity, and here will always be where her virginity died.
  992. >Goldie starts to angle her waist up to let the thrusts happen with less difficulty.
  993. >Her mind doesn’t understand anything at all right now; she doesn’t understand what her emotions are doing.
  994. >But her openly traitorous body understands everything.
  995. >Her body has learned to love being raped.
  996. >Goldie’s tight wet pussy greedily clings itself around your thrusting cock, begging for more and BEGGING for you to cum.
  997. >And she knows too well that eventually, your big sexy erect cock is going to respond accordingly.
  998. >The load packed into your heavy swinging balls is ready to go.
  999. >Both of you bite your own lips while heavily breathing right into eachother’s faces.
  1000. >Staring into one another’s eyes.
  1001. >You watch the person Goldie once was drain herself out of her eyes, rinsed away with her tears.
  1002. >But even as she feels your cock start to wildly convulse in response to her pussy’s reaction to it, Goldie start to fight you again the best she can.
  1003. >It’s not much at all, but she lightly presses her delicate hands against your strong chest.
  1004. >Trying to get you off of her before you can finish getting off in her.
  1005. >But it’s useless.
  1006. >You’re too strong and crossing the brink of ejaculation.
  1007. >Not only this, but Goldie is fighting back against the tightening tension born out of her own heat as well.
  1008. >Your cock excites her more than any masturbation she’s done could ever hope to.
  1009. >It’s a mutually ensured intensification.
  1010. >And She feels your cock excitingly tense up and wantonly jerk around inside the tight, wet and hot grip of her pussy.
  1011. >Feeling this is too much to bear, and Goldie’s resistance crashes down under the pressure of her female orgasm your thrusting and jerking forced to happen.
  1012. >Presses her hands harder onto you but it’s far too late. “No…”
  1013. >She wishes she could discourage your cock from at least going over the edge, but she went over hers first.
  1014. >She ejaculated first… to her own rape…
  1015. >Horny humiliation makes Goldie tremble and groan as she knows your cock can feel her pussy spasming and orgasming all around it, forced to herself activate that hair trigger for ejaculation you’re teetering on.
  1016. >She feels your cock instantly respond to her orgasm with your own orgasm.
  1017. >The first jet of your hot seed makes your cock’s underside swell onto Goldie’s vaginal channel, as the thick creamy load charges out deeper than anything has ever gone.
  1018. >The second jet is even thicker and larger, brought out by the wild clenching of Her tight inner walls being made to massage your twitching, throbbing length outside of its own control.
  1019. >”No no no no no no noo…” Goldie feels every last bit of it happening, croaking the word out again and again in near silence.
  1020. >The look in her eyes is no longer hatred, just sorrow and betrayal mixed with reluctant, regretful arousal.
  1021. >She doesn’t want to feel horny, but the way that third jet of your cum gushes out into her turns her on enough to push her over the edge even further.
  1022. >Her mournful look of betrayal is redirected towards herself as she feels her sexy traitorous body continue to lock up with endless shudders shooting up and down her spine.
  1023. >Muscles wildly, wantingly clenching around your convulsing cock for every last drop of her rapist's essence.
  1024. >Her orgasm sparks itself higher in response to your orgasm.
  1025. >She LOVES it.
  1026. >ALL of it.
  1027. >Surge after surge of your hot thick cum shoots deep into Goldie as her orgasm and your ejaculation spur one another on.
  1028. >Locked together, exploding back and forth against one another, one explosion triggering the next responding one, Mutually Assisted Destruction.
  1029. >And again and again, surge after surge of your hot thick cum shoots deep into Goldie as her orgasm and your ejaculation spur one another on.
  1030. >Unwillingly horny in this moment, Goldie is also irrevocably traumatized.
  1031. >"...I trusted you..."
  1032. >---
  1033. >Back in another dorm room, Goldie's roommate Derpy Hooves wonders where her annoyed friend went.
  1034. >Completely unaware of the situation and not yet considering the repercussions of crossing the wrong line.
  1035. >If this is what the cruel universe would do to Derpy's roommate, then there's no imagining what it would do to Derpy herself.
  1036. >The endless possibilities...
  1037. ~
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  1044. ~
  1045. >The night has been a doozy.
  1046. >All you mostly remembered is how you felt, at different points.
  1047. >The way you felt before the act of sexual brutality and the way you felt after it.
  1048. >And the way Goldie's eyes lost all the remaining life they had that shone through the ripples of her tears as she felt your cock twitching and jerking around inside of her most sacred, intimate temple it just unapologetically desecrated.
  1049. >She heard herself talking when she whispered that she trusted you.
  1050. >She sounded so ashamed of that former trust of hers that you ruthlessly betrayed with your hormone-driven ambition that couldn't be held back any longer.
  1051. >The agonized betrayal in Goldie's voice made her tone flutter in sadness and horrified disbelief.
  1052. >Her resistance no longer had a purpose once she started feeling spurt after spurt of your load charging deep into her.
  1053. >Right into where it would have belonged had she consented, but this was pretty fucking far from consensual.
  1054. >Her body reels in a mix of disgust and lustful excitement, the waves of what you brought and waves from her inner self your violation stirred up crash against one another.
  1055. >In a frenzy of conflicting emotions.
  1056. >Goldie's eyes are staring directly into yours, their energy now stoic and defeated while you continue thrusting inside of her without her consent.
  1057. >Without a drop of her consent, but every drop of your essence is sent into her-
  1058. >Goldie feels disrespected by not only you but by herself by feeling physical arousal from this horrific act she had no control over.
  1059. >Had she any say, she'd have watched you die the second she found out what this was.
  1060. >Knowing she'd have suffered the repercussions of letting you snake through the gap in her usual common sense beers had opened up.
  1061. >The consequences of such have been unacceptable yet irreversible.
  1062. >The only thing Goldie can do now is disassociate.
  1063. >From herself, from you, from this moment she wants no part in, from this life she no longer wants, from this room, from this campus, from the horrifying wonderful feeling blooming in her shattered heart.
  1064. >She hates herself as much as she hates you, but can't express either side of that.
  1065. >She's not herself, she can never be herself again, and she doesn't even want to.
  1066. >Goldie doesn't want to be Goldie anymore.
  1067. >She wants her soul to escape her own skin and leave this ruined, cursed life that cannot continue.
  1068. >Nothing will ever go back to the way things were.
  1069. >And your own mind is only spinning on the same point like a top: breed, breed, breed, cum, cum, cum...
  1070. >Immerse into Goldie's lovely presence, now without a shred of reaction coming from her, let alone resistance.
  1071. >Goldie's absolute surrender has become clear, she's now just letting your barbaric lust run its course, all the way to the end and past it.
  1072. >You put your hands all over her beautiful naked body and she no longer puts up even the slightest protest to it.
  1073. >She simply lets her body reflexively, positively react to you as it does.
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  1076.  
  1077.  
  1078. >You continue to deeply kiss Goldie as the aftershocks of your ejaculation make your cock twitch against her pussy enveloping it.
  1079. >You can feel her pussy clenching back onto your twitching cock.
  1080. >Both your manhood and her womanhood are echoing back and forth the much more intense version of this physical exchange from a minute ago.
  1081. >Goldie softly moans into your mouth once more, the mourning tone of her voice still present, but weaker.
  1082. >Her voice became a little more sensual.
  1083. >Her own tongue initiates the jousting this time, knowing it was coming either way.
  1084. >Goldie endures the taste of you in her mouth once again while you distract yourself with the taste of her in your mouth.
  1085. >The initial surge of lust has gone by already, and your normal self begins to come creeping back.
  1086. >And with him comes an even larger surge of guilt and shame.
  1087. >Except the surge of lust was so compressed into one moment that it overpowered who you truly are.
  1088. >Redefining your character with an archaic built in urge that society had rendered obsolete, and ever since did and does its best to discourage to say the least.
  1089. >Your normal self feels like he’s entering the room and discovering the scene of a crime.
  1090. >Except this was a crime he committed, he just can’t bring himself to believe it.
  1091. >YOU just can’t bring yourself to believe it, that you just did that to her.
  1092. >Goldie kissing you back provides a very temporary solace from it all, but it won’t last.
  1093. >She can’t close her thighs, because a male is still between them.
  1094. >A male who would better belong in a time before society got rid of the normality of what he just did.
  1095. >He was too weak to keep his decency in tact, then used his strength to overpower Goldie as she failed to keep her own decency in tact against him.
  1096. >Now she’s naked with you on top of her, you’re deeply making out with her with hands freely roaming all over her beautiful state of nudity.
  1097. >Mapping out her assets and curves, sharing saliva with her tongue-to-tongue, and thrusting your still erect manmeat deep inside of her womanhood once again.
  1098. >Fatigue weighing her eyelids down, Goldie is ashamed of the fact that she now loves this sensation just as much as you do.
  1099. >The way your shaft moves back and forth against her clamping walls that help stroke it the way it’s supposed to be stroked…
  1100. >That hardened meat strokes the inside of her channel just the right way as well, and Goldie makes no effort to hide her moans this time.
  1101. >The swell of erotic joy this brings has already proven itself to be irresistible just a few minutes ago.
  1102. >And everything’s already still sensitive from that previous explosion of lust.
  1103. >What chance does Goldie even have of resisting it this time?
  1104. >It’s impossible to reject the inescapable feeling this brings sooner or later.
  1105.  
  1106.  
  1107.  
  1108.  
  1109. >Goldie has already locked her legs back around you in anticipation of what’s about to come.
  1110. >She wildly kisses you back, no longer internally opposed to appeasing her horny rapist.
  1111. >Your tongues dance together while you buck your hips faster and faster.
  1112. >Goldie obediently raises her hips and angles them to makes this as easy as possible.
  1113. >The plapping of skin against skin punctuates the rising intensity of breathing between both of you.
  1114. >It’s even wetter this time.
  1115. >A deluge of clear lust juices ease the plapping so much and make it feel even more sublime; Goldie just can’t help it anymore…
  1116. >Her obedient, cooperating body is horny beyond her control.
  1117. >But it feels SO amazing, and Goldie’s broken mind can’t pick up its own pieces fast enough to construct a principle-led protest to this sensation before another plapping impact quakes her entire body with aroused shudders.
  1118. >Her brain crumbles again and again trying to process everything about this overwhelming sensation happening to her forced but uncontrollably horny body~
  1119. >Can’t even begin to pick up the shattered pieces of itself fast enough before they’re broken down and apart even further than before from another rapidly arriving blow to any possible internal rejection of this sensation.
  1120. >Goldie can’t even begin to form a coherent protest to this anymore… it simply feels too amazing.
  1121. >Her excited breaths make her smooth flat tummy rise and fall.
  1122. >Her wide sexy hips willfully rock in sync with your relentless thrusting.
  1123. >Her soft warm thighs clamp hard on either side of you in a needy leglock that both shamefully and shamelessly embraces her own continued rape.
  1124. >Goldie’s sensitive and drooling pussy spastically craves more and more and more, dripping wet vulva lips planting excited sloppy kisses around your base each time the meet there after sliding up and down the shaft they deliciously wrap around~
  1125. >The only way Goldie can begin to process any of this is by accepting it and gradually welcoming it little by little.
  1126. >Her self-loathing gets temporarily drowned out by that fact she can at least understand her own self-betrayal now…
  1127. >This feels too amazing to reject, how could she continue hating this?
  1128. >Maybe this was a blessing given to her in order to cease her suffering in this moment.
  1129. >The sensation is forcing her to consent.
  1130. >But she… likes that… a lot…
  1131. >She LOVES this… so much~
  1132. >Goldie begins to lustfully groan more pleadingly, having already surrendered completely anyway…
  1133. >The heat pooling in her body between her thighs and her belly has returned to the level it was a few minutes ago.
  1134. >Goldie welcomes it back, kissing you more casually as your faces move back and forth too much to keep your lips locked as firmly.
  1135.  
  1136.  
  1137. >Goldie keeps her sexy hips angled perfectly to accommodate your thrusting length with as much alignment as she can.
  1138. >Her body is still acting on her behalf, but she hesitantly agrees with it now after being shown such an irresistible sensation that rocked her senses.
  1139. >Goldie’s bellybutton rises and falls with each hasty breath as a very slight bulge in her sexy tummy forms every time you thrust your driving length balls-deep into her slick channel.
  1140. >”Ngh~…” Utters Goldie, almost ready to ask you to keep going.
  1141. >Goldie feels completely and utterly conquered, but she doesn’t mind anymore…
  1142. >Her mind is lost.
  1143. >And when she finally finds it again, it’ll be in a new way and with your help.
  1144. >Another ejaculation is getting closer and closer…
  1145. >Much faster than the last, having been off the back of it.
  1146. >The tingling and sensitivity of everything has already been set up.
  1147. >Every little movement stokes the flames of this mutual arousal and mutual stimulation the two of you share.
  1148. >Your non-stop thrusting leaves wet plapping noises reverberating off the dorm room walls.
  1149. >Goldie’s hot soaked pussy grips your erect thrusting cock inside of it.
  1150. >You can tell now that she’s feeling what you’re feeling.
  1151. >The insistent interactions between each of your sets of pent-up private parts~
  1152. >Goldie’s shuddering moans become embarrassingly inviting towards the feeling of this coupling to intensify.
  1153. >Her pussy has already been sensitive from the previous rape, and now it physically celebrates and encourages a repeat of this feeling like she NEEDED it again.
  1154. >”D-don’t stop~…” Blubbers Goldie, unable to hold the horny command inside any longer.
  1155. >It just sort of spilled out of her… she’s so horny and embarrassed by how horny she is~
  1156. >But that only makes it feel better to be this uncontrollably horny.
  1157. >It all motivates you to plap her faster, ready to orgasm again.
  1158. >”Cum… cum, please just cum… cum cu-CUM~! I’M CUMMING AGAIN, FUCKING CUM IN ME JUST CUM~!”
  1159. >The two of you have already become so familiar with the sinful language your bodies share.
  1160. >You feel Goldie’s pussy spasming out of any control and thirstily clamping down on your shaft and tip, dragging you down with it into another mutual ejaculation, celebrating with horny fluttering squeezes upon your jolting erect manmeat after getting the irrevocable indication right back that you’re at the mercy of your own ejaculation just like she is with hers~
  1161. >Can’t stop yourself from obeying:
  1162. >”CUM~! CUM!~” Goldie mindlessly commands.
  1163. ~
  1164.  
  1165.  
  1166. ~
  1167. >That's pretty much all you remember for the time being.
  1168. >The room is overtaken by a deathly silence that reasserts itself between the ending of the passionate moans and the return of Goldies' gasping crying.
  1169. >That genuine enjoyment you forced her to feel was only short-lived.
  1170. >Remembering how she was reacting to you in the second time, she feels even more sickened.
  1171. >Your consciousness starts to lose against your fatigue, but the same fate happens to Goldie as trauma and exhaustion take their long awaited toll on her.
  1172. >Her scrambled mind is a mangled mess of drunkenness, lethargic exhaustion and an un-requested afterglow of too many different feelings locking horns in her mind as it shuts down from being puled in too many intoxicating directions at once.
  1173. >You don't remember if she falls asleep before you do.
  1174. >But part of you figures that it's a good idea to wake up before she does.
  1175. ~

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