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“Here’s the way this goes. You’re going to choke me out and fuck me until I’m satisfied, or I’m gonna tell campus safety you tried to rape me.” Lizzy puts her pipe down on the windowsill and leans back against her pile of stuffed animals nearly purring in triumph to herself. She’s wearing pajamas, a fuzzy onesie that barely contains her chest. She looks like the queen of the world, comfortable in her control.
Sammy, on the other hand, looks extremely uncomfortable. She’s wearing skimpy clothes, a small bra and a miniskirt with a tank top over it. Lizzy helped her pick out all these clothes. They’re her party outfit. It’s still stained with beer from when that frat bro bumped into her an hour ago. Sweaty hands clutching at her tanktop, black hair messy and undone on her shoulders, Sammy looks like a real goddamn mess. She feels like one too.
“I told you, I think you’re really cool and pretty but you know I have a girlfriend back home. I can’t…” Sammy’s face is ashen white, a creak in her voice cutting through her amateur voice training. Her face is hard to read in the shifting LED lights of Lizzy’s bedroom.
Lizzy snarls. “That’s your call. But I’ve got three witnesses in my group chat who are all willing to testify for me that you came in here trying to rape me. And the school will believe me. So it’s your call babygirl.”
Sammy starts crying. She knows it's pathetic but she can’t stop herself. Her makeup rolls down her cheeks in fat wet clumps. She’s always looked up to Lizzy. She’s the one who encouraged her to start estrogen, who took her clothes shopping when she first started transitioning. She’s the one who put this makeup on her face, for fuck’s sake!
“Have you been planning this the whole time? To force me to fuck you?”
“No, just when I realized you wouldn’t cheat on your girlfriend with me. I knew I could push you into a corner like this. But we both know how hard you get when you see me. This can all be consensual if you just behave yourself.”
Sammy flushes red. She couldn’t deny it — it’s true. Lizzy had made a point of changing in front of her, of helping her put on underwear, of pushing her chest close to Sammy’s face. In hindsight, it’s embarrassing that Sammy didn’t realize what was happening sooner. Sammy had always felt so humiliated when she would get aroused by her best friend’s body. The smell of Lizzy’s curly blonde hair would intoxicate her, and it’s a lot harder to hide a boner in panties. She thought she had hidden it, but apparently Lizzy knew and just…said nothing. Sammy wants to throw up.
“Fine.”
“What was that?” Lizzy perks up.
Sammy lets go of her shirt and wipes the tears out of her eyes. “Fine. I’ll have sex with you.”
“Good girl, I knew you’d come around.”
Sammy doesn’t even bother taking off her clothes. She comes over to the twin-sized blue mattress (the same in everyone’s dorm) and pulls out her limp cock. Lizzy smiles, grabs Sammy’s head by the back of her neck, and kisses her. Sammy had spent months fantasizing about Lizzy’s plump pink lips. The situation robs her of her fantasies. Her mouth moves cold and mechanically while Lizzy’s tongue explores her teeth. Lizzy wraps her hand around Sammy’s dick and massages it. Sammy hopes she can’t get it up. Sammy prays she’s too drunk, her body is too weak, the situation is too fucked—
Sammy’s hard cock rubs against the soft fabric of Lizzy’s onesie.
Lizzy pulls her hand away and unbuttons the fabric straining against her tits. “There you go, babydoll. What do you think? Better than your girlfriend’s?”
Sammy looks away, aware her twitching cock gives away her desire. “They’re bigger than Amanda’s, yeah.”
Lizzy smirks. “That’s the spirit. Pull off the rest of my onesie.”
Sammy pulls back and reluctantly grabs hold of the soft fuzzy fabric. She pulls Lizzy’s clothes away, revealing her round and voluptuous body. Lizzy is warm and soft, and part of Sammy burns with jealousy. Her round belly, her thick thighs, the stretch marks along her arms, all stunning in the soft LED light. Sammy looks down at herself. All angular sharp lines, rough skin, and patches of wiry black hair. Angular, repulsive, a failure. Her cock exemplifies all of these qualities: a jagged blade between her legs, only good for hurting other people.
Sammy climbs on top of Lizzy and shoves her hard cock deep into her hairless pussy. Lizzy moans in pleasure, wrapping her legs around Sammy’s thighs. Sammy shoves again, and again, settling into a forceful rhythm. Lizzy is cackling and grinning, her sharp nails digging into Sammy’s back.
“Yes, bitch, yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me daddy, fuck yes! Choke me!”
Sammy keeps thrusting. She wraps both hands around Lizzy’s neck, struggling to maintain her body’s rhythm without falling over. The sides of her hands press against Lizzy’s neck, and she gasps in pleasure.
“I’m cumming baby, keep going! Yes! Fuck yes! I’ve been your naughty slut! Yes!”
Sammy stares down at her, her hips continuing to move of their own accord, her hair hanging down in long tangled lines over her face and onto Lizzy’s chest. Lizzy’s eyes roll back into her head and she screams in pleasure. The moans reverberate from her body for several seconds until she finally stops, struggling to catch her breath.
“Oh, oh you’re still going. Oh, oh baby it’s okay, you can stop now, you… let go of me!”
Lizzy’s arms try to push back against Sammy, but she doesn’t have enough oxygen. Her legs pathetically flail underneath Sammy’s body as she continues to slam her hips in and out of Lizzy’s sopping wet cunt. Sammy’s eyes gleam in the darkness. She lifts Lizzy’s head up and slams it against the pillow, and Lizzy screams in pain.
“Get off of me you freak! You rapist!”
Lizzy can hardly breathe now. Her eyes are bloodshot and bruises roll up from her neck along the side of her face. Sammy grabs the glass pipe from the windowsill and slams it into Lizzy’s face. The pipe shatters into shards of glass, hot blood bursts from her cheek and neck, all over the stuffed animals.
Sammy keeps going. She brings her hand back in for another strike, driving broken glass deeper into Lizzy’s face. A burst of adrenaline fills Lizzy’s body, and she uses her left hand to try and push Sammy off. Sammy grabs Lizzy’s hair and shoves the other girl’s face into the broken glass. Lizzy coughs up blood and slams her other hand into Sammy’s face. Sammy pulls her cock out of Lizzy’s cunt and stumbles back, trying to steady herself on the floor. She picks up the unplugged lamp on her bedside table and slams it into Lizzy’s pretty blonde hair. Again. Again.
Lizzy’s body spasms.
The room is silent.
Outside, the first morning bird calls. The sun must be rising. Sammy drops the lamp and sits down on Lizzy’s bed. Her party clothes are stained with wet, sticky blood. She looks down at Lizzy’s corpse. It’s still beautiful. Sammy grabs Lizzy’s bloodslick hair and pulls her mangled face closer to her.
“Hey babydoll.”
Sammy smirks and pulls the corpse’s mouth open. Multiple teeth have been dislodged by the force of the impact. She reaches in and explores the wet cavity of her corpse’s mouth. She fishes as many teeth as she can out of the way. Sammy pulls out her cock, still hard, and shoves it deep inside the corpse’s mouth. Sammy doesn’t even last five seconds before cumming down her throat. The goopy cum mixes with the blood pouring out of the corpse and onto Sammy’s clothes.
Sammy wipes the rest of her cum off on the corpse’s face like it's a dirty rag. In a daze, she stumbles over to her purse and pulls out her phone. She pulls up her texts with Amanda. She doesn’t know what to say — an apology? An alibi? An explanation? But when she looks at the notifications, all she can do is sit on the floor and laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
SAMMY: hey bb sorry i didnt text earlier, some drunk asshole was trying to flirt with me and spilled beer on my shirt
AMANDA: eww lol. that’s what parties are NGL!
AMANDA: now you know what it’s like
AMANDA: welcome to womanhood
AMANDA: lol