Upstairoids
Chapter Four — Void Rage
The second thing Lexi did was to hit the books.
She was a slut now. Not just a slut, but the sort of girl-slut men fantasized about—a hot, easy piece of fuck meat who would pleasure them any way they wanted on command, who would cum with a hair trigger, never get enough, never say no. She was that.
However, she was also a student, and thanks to her new-found addiction, a bright one. The entire purpose of taking the upstairoids was to get an edge in her academics, and if they ceased to do that, she would stop taking it forthwith. Today would be the trial. Today, Saturday, she would cloister herself in her dorm room and study until she retained every scrap of information, made every connection, mastered every skill and data set she might face on her bio-chem final. The test was nine days away; Lexi had to be sure she could maintain her capacity to prepare for it even in the face of immense distraction.
That was how she chose to think of it. Sex was great, and she craved it constantly now. Her big tits—and they were big now, at least a D cup—and her dripping cunt and her fuckable face and slutty butt were distractions from her real goal. When that goal was achieved, she could lose herself in the frenzy of debauchery she now craved, but not before.
Still, they were one hell of a distraction. Her roommate was out somewhere—she didn’t know where, or much care—so she sat around in a sports bra that still barely fit, boobies bulging out everywhere but technically covered, and a pair of panties that used to be big saggy granny panties but now barely contained her swollen assets, clinging to her camel toe. She reasoned that then she would be free to fondle and tease herself with one hand while she turned pages and worked her highlighter with the other.
This proved too much for her. Two hours in, she had cum seven times and gotten through only four pages of notes.
So she made a bargan with herself. No touching until she finished a chapter or unit, and then she could give herself one little orgasm, then back to the books again. Then she found herself racing through texts, hampering memory retention in her haste, just to get back to masturbating, which she dragged out as best she was able. (Luckily, she came much more quickly now, so “as long as possible” was shorter than it used to be.)
Finally, she resorted to using a timer. Then there was still a definite end in sight when she could get some relief, but she couldn’t jeopardize her studies in the rush to get there. To her immense relief, this system seemed to do the trick. (For a while there, Lexi had worried she’d been turned into such a sexpot she was no longer capable of full rational thought! But nope, half an hour of quality studying later, she had time for a nice loud orgasm.)
She had a bit of food on hand, and so didn’t need to risk leaving the room for anything more serious than to head to the restroom occasonally. Going out for meals was too risky—too much of a chance she’d meet a guy, and let his sloppy come-ons turn into a six-hour fuckathon. She could use the money, but the opportunity cost of squandering her education was hardly worth it.
Saturday passed in a blur of finger-fucking herself silly and then buckling down to study. By day’s end, she was already looking at the mistakes she’d made on her mid-terms with a sense of disgust at what a fucking moron “Alexis” had been to miss such simple questions. Some of them were no more complex than mastering Greek and Latin roots, for crying out loud, but Alexis the idiot had had no goddamn clue about such simple techniques.
It had been a productive day. She’d probably taught herself more in that one day than she’d learned in a month of her old studying. It wasn’t easy, not yet, especially since her fingers were all poor substitutes for a man sticking his cock in her every which way he pleased (as was her hair brush handle, an empty coke bottle, a cucumber, and Jana’s vibrator). But it was still much easier. She began to feel confident.
She supposed she should be more worried about Jana; she’d not seen the girl in almost two days, but since not-worrying was a side effect of the upstairoids, it was hard to think of why she should care. Hell, even if the girl were raped and murdered and left in a ditch somewhere, not like a text from her roommate would have stopped any of it. Still, she knew Jana would appreciate the concern and perhaps give her grief if she didn’t reach out, and sent a worried-sounding text before tucking herself into bed.
Sunday passed much the same. After taking her pills, she resumed yesterday’s routine: frigging herself into a stupor, buckling down, repeat. With still no sign of Jana, she just let herself sit around naked, using her laptop to block her fingers from sneaking into her dripping cunt whenever she stopped concentrating on stopping them. Objectively, Lexi knew her snatch should have been sore as hell from the abuse she’d put it through, but apparently the skin improvements she’d been enjoying elsewhere extended to that as well.
God, I’m one perfectly fuckable piece of genius ass.
Food reserves were beginning to run low—after all, it was a dorm room, not a real apartment—but she would be able to ration it through the day, get another subject ready to ace. Which she would have done, if someone hadn’t rudely interrupted.
“Alexis!” her neighbor Terri yelled as she threw the door open.
“Lexi,” she corrected irritably, reaching for her bathrobe (ill-fitting now, but adequate) as Terri averted her eyes from where the newly-minted slut was pounding her pussy with the slender neck of a shampoo bottle.
“Jesus, sorry—I should’ve knocked. Just... get dressed. We found Jana, and she’s... just come quick, OK?”
Lexi was robed in moments, and with a regretful look at the shampoo bottle and a mental promise to her snatch to finish it off soon, she followed Terri, who lead her right into the bathroom and into one of the shower stalls.
There, on the floor, was what had become of Jana.
Lexi was barely recognizable as Alexis after her days of using atroneurinol. Jana was easily identified as such, but only because she’d already been so comely to begin with. The girl on the shower floor, however, looked like a parody of the college student, the sort of woman only a horny pubescent teenage boy could imagine into existence. Her tits were so enormous against her petite frame—definitely thinner at the waist than what she had been—that they seemed to have been borrowed from another woman’s body. Beneath that slender waist her body flared out again to a pair of hips nearly as wide as the girl’s shoulders, complemented with thighs and an ass that were just line after line of sensual curves. Like Lexi, her pussy was utterly smooth and beautifully sculpted.
At least so far as she could tell with Jana’s whole hand pumping in and out of it. Her face was a vapid smile, doll-like eyes staring off at nothing, not even shifting to register the arrival of Terri and Lexi. She was lying on the floor spread eagle, the streams of hot water pouring down onto her preposterously over-sexualized body.
Terri spoke in a low voice to the girl’s roommate, who listened with interest. “I came in to take a shower and thought I saw someone lying on the ground, you know, under the stall door. I’m no creeper or anything—I only peeked just to make sure someone wasn’t like passed out or dead or something, you know? But she didn’t respond to me, so I just sort of climbed under and opened the door, then ran to get you. I didn’t know what to do.”
Terri’s tone was frightened. She wasn’t close with Jana—only enough so to recognize her and exchange pleasantries in passing—and so she may not be so keenly aware of what had happened to her body. Lexi, however, began making deductions instantly.
“Oh yeah,” she said calmly, “Jana told me when we moved in together about her seizure disorder. I guess that’s what happened.”
Terri glanced down again, obviously feeling awkward about watching Jana more or less fist-fuck herself, then looked back to Lexi. “A seizure? I don’t think seizures make you do... that.” She made a face.
Lexi just nodded as if she agreed with the logic of her statement, then responded in a tone that made sense of it all. “Yeah, my cousin is epileptic. I mean, I never saw this specifically, but I know once the actual seizing ended, he’d always act really weird for a little while as his brain flushed out all the excess chemicals and everything that triggered it. So it’s weird, but normal weird, understand? Come on, we should help her back to our room.”
Terri was an art education major; the only biology class she’d ever taken had netted her a C—, five years earlier as a freshman in high school. She took her pre-med bookworm neighbor’s word as gospel—especially if it got her out of this extremely uncomfortable situation faster.
Lexi knelt down, caressed Jana’s face gently. The girl’s vacant stare shifted to look in her general direction, though seemed to be looking through her rather than at her. “Jana?”
Jana smiled and spoke softly, like she was dreaming. “Fuck me?” Her voice was at least an octave above what it had been, girlish and silly-sounding.
Lexi shook her head and shifted her enunciation to try to distort what had been said. “’Fuck me’ is right, hon—you had a nasty spill. Keep quiet now, everything’s fine. Terri and I are gonna get you back home.”
Jana just nodded, but from the look on her face she might as well have been nodding at being told she was on her way back from a mission to Neptune. Terri and Lexi each took a pruny hand (Lexi nobly taking the one that had been palm-deep in her cunt) and helped her to her feet. Jana didn’t really help, but she didn’t resist and kept to her feet once she was up. Seeing no towel or robe nearby, Terri wrapped the girl in the one she’d brought for herself, which barely fit around the titanic titties Jana now sported. They lead her in dainty, shuffling steps back toward their room.
They laid her in bed and covered her with her sheets, Terri taking her towel back but looking at it like it was something the conquistadors had used to give smallpox to the natives. “Is she going to be OK?” she asked nervously.
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. I’ll stay in tonight and keep an eye on her.”
Terri frowned. “All right. If you need anything, just come get me, OK?”
Lexi nodded, smiling appreciatively. “I will. Thanks Terri—you did awesome. We owe you one.”
Sufficiently flattered, Terri’s smile returned and she let herself back out. Lexi locked the door, then came and sat next to her roommate.
“Well, what happened to you, I wonder,” she said dryly.
“Fuck me?” Jana asked again, a note of hope in her lilting voice.
“Later,” Lexi said wryly. Even open to suggestion and lacking in paranoia as she knew she was, her wits were about her enough not to take anything this brain-damaged bimbo said seriously.
“Mmm, fuck me later,” Jana cooed as her hand snaked down and resumed pumping into herself. It honestly looked painful more than pleasurable, but just as Lexi had noted her own cunt’s elastic enhancement and stamina increase, the girl didn’t seem to mind it.
A few other cursory attempts at dialogue produced identical results (though one time Jana added a “please” into the script). Lexi was left to puzzle out how exactly this had happened. The side effects, the timing, all this was far too similar to her own side effects from the upstairoids to be coincidence. Still, Lexi hadn’t progressed nearly this far (if one could call it progress—Lexi was glad for her fucktastic new bod, but there was surely a line of taste somewhere).
It seemed unthinkable that Jana just happened to have begun before Lexi herself had, independently, yet counting her pills, she was certain her stash hadn’t been touched. How had this happened? And more chilling, would it happen to her? (Not that it wouldn’t be as easy or maybe even easier getting her holes stuffed with dicks looking like Jana, but obviously being a brainless smattering of fuck-slots would ruin her chances of passing her finals.)
After securely hiding her pills in case Jana snapped out of it and went looking for more, she went into research mode. Her masturbation having been interrupted by Terri, she was already at the point where she was so horny it was tricky to concentrate. Still, she would rise to meet this challenge.
She searched for “atroneurinol allergy,” “atroneurinol horny” (and then lost some time clicking through the pictures that popped up, fingering herself halfway back to orgasm before she noticed), but it was when she tried “atroneurinol overdose” that she finally hit pay dirt. It was an FAQ on a reputable-looking site for and by drug users, and she scanned the page until she found the relevant inquiry.
Q: Can I overdose on upstairoids?
A: You sure can. As a compound that has serious mental and physical side effects, atroneurinol should only be used in moderation or at the recommendation of your physician (if you live in a country where it has not yet been outlawed). Doses in excess of 1000mg daily can lead to irreversible physical alterations.
As Lexi herself had been taking nearly twice that, she was simultaneously relieved she hadn’t turned herself into Jana, while also being relieved to know her body wouldn’t revert if she stopped using—Alexis would have had such a harder time getting her cunny stuffed with dick compared to Lexi. She skimmed through the warnings until she found what she’d been looking for.
As a banned Schedule I substance, many users of atroneurinol may encounter so-called street variants, in which suppliers have diluted ingredients, added pollutants, or failed to adequately control for purity during production in order to reduce costs. The street variants vary significantly, but a common thread among them is failing to use true aluminum nitrate to eliminate tetrahydroparanax impurities, as this is one of the more costly aspects of production.
In practice, this amplifies the psychological side effects of the drug, resulting in extreme suggestibility that in extreme cases (upwards of 3000mg) may become permanent, as well as greatly heightening libido. In the 1980’s, a trend circulated in which users would deliberately overdose on upstairoids containing the heightened tetrahydroparanax levels to induce states of extreme arousal, lasting hours or sometimes days. During this period users enter a low-brain-function state driven only to seek sexual gratification to the exclusion of all other activities. This state was commonly referred to as ‘void rage’ in reference to the fixated, mindless behavior. Soon, the danger inherent in this state drove state and eventually federal legislatures to ban the use of atroneurinol in the United States, imposing felony-level penalties on those found distributing it.
“Well, I guess Kendra wasn’t kidding about the impurities. I wonder how the hell much Jana had to take to wind up like this?” She studied her contentedly-masturbating roomie a while; her only movement aside from breathing was the steady pumping of her hand.
Lexi had never really explored the possibility of bisexuality—she’d had a hard enough time getting boys to consider venturing down the lonelier-seeming road of lesbianism. Still, with this porno-made-flesh in front of her, and it having been over two hours since she’d let herself cum (which was Jana’s fault anyway, she reasoned)...
She could call it an experiment.
“Jana, do you want to get fucked?”
Jana tilted her head to look at Lexi, hand never slowing. “I want to get fucked,” she said in her new pixie-like voice.
“If I said I would fuck you, would you do me a favor and stand up?”
“I want to get fucked,” Jana repeated informatively. Her smile brightened.
Why the hell am I wasting breath asking this imbecile questions? “Jana, if you do everything I tell you to do, like a good girl, I’ll fuck you. OK?”
“OK,” Jana said. “I want to get fucked.”
“Stand up,” Lexi said. Here goes nothing.
Jana stood up, having a little difficulty as she continued her masturbation as she did so. She looked at Lexi hopefully.
“Stop playing with yourself.” Lexi was feeling her own pussy ache just from watching it. Jana stopped, though her fingers fidgeted at her hips as if trying to reach out and graze her pussy in desperation. “Do you like eating pussy?”
“I like fucking,” Jana said unhelpfully. “Fuck me?”
“You love eating pussy,” Lexi said. A handful of stray suggestions had turned her into a foul-mouthed insatiable nymphomaniac whore; surely Jana was even more biddable still.
And sure enough, the girl nearly echoed her words back to her. “I love eating pussy,” she said. Her eyes looked down to Lexi’s crotch and she licked her lips without even a hint of vagueness.
“You love eating your roommate’s pussy better than any other,” she said, and again, Jana repeated it back. Emboldened, maddeningly horny, and eager for a bit of turnabout after being made into a prostitute and a fuck toy, the commands kept tumbling out of her mouth. Jana repeated each of them, unhesitatingly.
“If Lexi tells you to do something, you obey instantly.”
“Only Lexi can get you fucked, so you won’t listen to anyone else’s commands.”
“Nothing is better than fucking and sucking Lexi.”
“You obey Lexi.”
“Lexi controls you.”
“You enjoy obeying Lexi.”
“Lexi owns you.”
“You belong to Lexi.”
“You will do everything you can to aid and protect Lexi in any way you can.”
“You are Lexi’s slave.”
As “I am Lexi’s slave” tumbled from Jana’s lips, Lexi figured she’d done her work. She’d never hated Jana, not really, but envy had always tainted their relationship. Jana was much prettier than she had been, had more money, more friends, more luck and experience with guys. Hell, she was probably smarter than Alexis was—she got the same grades with a fraction of the effort. Now... the tables were turned.
“Take my robe off, bitch, and hang it up neatly.” Jana smiled and complied, undoing the simple knot on the belt sliding off her roommate’s shoulders, then hung it on the hook it usually hung from.
“Lie down,” Lexi commanded. Jana dropped to the floor quickly, and she wondered if the girl was eager to get to the fucking, or just took to her new obedience with such urgency. “On the bed, moron,” she corrected, annoyed. Jana hopped back up and flopped down on her bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling.
“You ready, tits for brains?”
“I love fucking. Fuck me, please.”
“Jesus, I can’t handle hearing another goddamn word,” Lexi grumbled as she hopped over Jana’s enormous tits and ground her pussy into the girl’s mouth.
A moment later, Lexi learned she was bi. For a time, she’d worried it would feel strange or uncomfortable being intimate with another woman, but the second Jana’s slender pink tongue started lapping at her tender nether folds, Lexi sunk her talons into the sheets and fought not to screech like a banshee. (Not that she gave a shit about her neighbor’s peace and quiet, but the last thing she needed was Terri’s nosey ass coming back and finding Jana being suffocated by her crotch.)
With no incentive to be gentle, she ground and humped herself on her roommate’s face, tilting, twisting and spinning this way and that to see what worked. She eventually found a place where, if she was careful, she could rub her clitty on Jana’s nose while her tongue was still in position to tend to her slit. She tried riding her sideways, where the girl’s tongue could more easily glide across the full length of her slit. Lexi flopped on her back and ordered Jana to crawl into position, amiably smacking her swollen ass to get her moving. The heavily-padded thing jiggled like it was stuffed with pudding.
She came and came and came, and Jana never slowed down. Lexi’s mind entered hyperactivity again, but this time, all she could think about was all the girls she should have been doing this with all her life.
It was nearly three hours later when a knock at the door interrupted Lexi’s fun. “Lexi? Jana? It’s me, Terri.”
Lexi scowled and grudgingly rolled off her roommate, who was still smiling even with her face liberally coated in girl cum. “Close your eyes, stupid,” she whispered.
“I’m stupid,” Jana parroted back. “Want to keep fucking me?”
But her eyes closed, so Lexi just told her to keep quiet as she tossed the sheets over her. She then donned her robe and shut out her desk lamp, leaving the room in darkness, and opened the door, feigning a tired yawn and bleary eyes.
Terri peered in, seeing only a dimly lit silhouette of Jana lying still in her bed. “Hey—sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to make sure she was OK.”
“Yeah, she’s good. We did our pilates tonight and everything. Wore her right out.”
Their neighbor nodded. “Ah, so that’s what that noise was.”
“Yep. Pilates. I’m heading to bed myself now—thanks again, Ter.”
The door shut before the end of Terri’s clipped “good night” got out of her mouth.
Realizing how much time she’d lost, Lexi looked at her books defeatedly. To get back on track with her regimen, she’d be up half the night—and no more cum breaks! It was horrible to think of studying the old fashioned way, with nothing ever going into her cunt. Then again, she unhappily conceded that by now she was too exhausted for quality studying anyway.
Still, she had an idea to get back on track.
Jana’s wits had returned by morning. She woke up groggily sometime shortly after sun-up, rubbing a sore jaw and grunting at feeling her tongue as fatigued as if it had run a half marathon. Had it? Her recollections of the past couple days were so jumbled. She had flashes of eating out a girl—Alexis?—at considerable length.
She sure hoped it was Alexis, at least. Jana was as straight as they came. She’d broken up with a boyfriend of ten months once just for suggesting the idea of a two-girl threesome. Strangely, the idea of being with a girl now wasn’t quite as bad—it was wrong, and immoral, and disgusting, but she did love to eat pussy. Especially Lexi’s pussy. There was nothing better than sucking and fucking it.
Then Jana sat up and started to realize just how incredibly wrong things were. Her breasts were... they were cartoonish. Not freakish, quite, though waking up to them without warning certainly gave that impression of them. They were proud, high, outward-jutting mammoth tits, the sort she’d never have believed weren’t the result of surgery if she weren’t sure she hadn’t had one. She darted to the mirror, wailing in panic as the full picture sunk in. Her hips, her ass, her waist, her skin, her hair... she looked like the kind of mega-whore porn stars wished they could look like. She was so dismayed by it all she didn’t even notice her face encrusted in Lexi’s cum.
The noise awakened Lexi, who took a look at her panicking roommate and just growled a tired-sounding “shut up and go back to bed.”
Jana turned to look at her, a hundred desires warring in her. Panic, despair, puzzlement, anxiety, lust, curiosity, anger... but the one that won out was obedience.
She closed her mouth and silenced her wailing with an effort, then returned to bed, fidgeting in terror as quietly as possible.
Lexi herself woke up around ten that Monday. It was now officially Dead Week, where classes were by and large canceled to give students time to study for exams and complete final projects and papers. A couple professors were holding study sessions later in the week, but otherwise, her time was her own.
Jana was in bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. Ugh, I’ll have to deal with that sooner or later, won’t I.. First, she went through her new morning routine. Pop four pills, take her memory test, record observations in her journal.
She was realizing the memory test was a poor metric for intelligence enhancement, but still, she could find something more suitable to use next semester. For now, she was up to a 155. The changes in her body were becoming more subtle now, perhaps even leveling off. Her hips had widened over two centimeters in circumference, her waist diminished by one. She didn’t have a means of testing cup size handily, but they looked to be about the same as yesterday, and she compared her reflection to yesterday’s photo. About the same. Huge, awesome, jaw-droppingly fuckable tits, now with most of a centimeter more around. Once she finished studying, these puppies were her ticket to the parade of hard cocks she’d been fantasizing about non-stop since she’d become a complete whore a few days back.
Murmuring aloud as she wrote down her notes, she noticed her voice had significantly increased in pitch; she wished she’d thought to collect data on that earlier. But then, Alexis had been a fucking moron compared to Lexi, and it wasn’t fair to berate the poor simpleton for not thinking of everything. After all, at least she’d hadn’t been as fucking stupid as her roommate and turned herself into someone’s sex slave.
(Not that Lexi wasn’t an eager fuck toy for any man who wanted to nail her, but at least she could make some cash off of it.)
Speaking of her roommate, once she completed her morning routine, she turned her attention on Jana. Well, her life was probably ruined. Short of surgically modifying herself back to normal, she now had the body of an over-ambitious porn star and a libido to match. Atroneurinol deprivation might reduce the latter, but the former... her body had changed, and even quitting cold turkey wouldn’t send her back to normal any more than it would repair a meth head’s rotted teeth.
She considered it had been well over half a day since she’d been found in the shower. “Do you need to use the restroom?”
Jana nodded.
“Go ahead. Take care of your morning stuff while you’re down there.”
Jana stood, still not speaking, and grabbed her shower caddy and make-up kit. Then, completely nude, she headed out the door. Lexi almost stopped her, but... meh.
She returned some twenty minutes later, dripping wet (having not brought a towel). Another girl on the floor walked by as she opened the door, eyeing Jana with incredulity and envy, then seeing Lexi, just as naked and nearly as hot, looking back. The girl hurried away.
“Let’s talk, hon,” said Lexi.
The floodgates opened. “Holy shit, Alexis, I don’t know what happened but I woke up this morning with my boobs all swollen and my butt and my hips and just everything looks wrong! and I can’t remember things and I think I blacked out and I knew I shouldn’t have taken so much but I didn’t think it was dangerous and—”
“Shhh,” Lexi interjected, and Jana immediately fell silent. “OK, now what I meant was, how about you answer some questions for me, and otherwise don’t talk unless I tell you to. Can you do that for me?”
Jana nodded. “All right, good. Why don’t you start by telling me about the atroneurinol you took.”
“You mean the upstairoids? Well, when I saw how much better you’d started looking, I got curious about those pills you said you’d gotten from the dermitologist or whatever. Then I found that woman Kendra’s business card in your trash can, and guessed maybe that was it?
“So I called and we talked and then we met and she told me what she was selling and it sounded good, so I bought some. A lot. And you said you’d been taking a lot of them, ‘down to four’ you said, so I started myself with six, and I didn’t know if it was once a day or what so I took a couple more that night, then six more the next morning and...
“Somewhere along the way I kind of lost myself? It’s all really blurry. I remember getting really horny, and just wandering around begging guys to have sex with me, feeling really great about it, popping more pills at random, until I wound up somewhere where I didn’t know where my purse or my clothes were. For days, maybe? I didn’t even know what day it was until I asked someone in the bathroom just now, so yeah, for days I guess. A lot of guys took me up on it, I think. I don’t even know how I got back here to be honest. I think once everyone was done with me they just wanted to get rid of me somewhere, and I told them where I lived? I don’t know for sure. Then last night... well, I guess you know what happened.”
“Terri found you fist-fucking yourself on the bathroom floor. I brought you back to the room and tried to fix you.”
Jana nodded. “Yeah. You... said some things to me, right? I feel different. About us, I guess.”
“What’s different?” If the commands hadn’t held, at least hopefully this stupid piece of ass had been too drugged out of her mind to remember it.
“You’re... my owner? Right? And I’m your slave. I obey you. You control me,” Jana said, uncertainly.
“Are you saying you remember me saying those things, or that’s what your feeling right now?”
“Feelings.”
“Would you do something if I told you to do it?”
“I think so,” Jana said. “It feels like the right thing to do.”
“Kneel,” Lexi ordered.
Jana dropped to her knees in the puddle of water that had been dripping off her whore-proportioned body.
“Lick me.”
Lexi planted a leg on Jana’s bed as the girl crawled across the cold tile floor, stopped at her feet to sit upright and start licking her pussy. She wasn’t great at it—only Lexi’s frantically firing nerve endings made seem as if she were—but Lexi simply adjusted her technique verbally each time she recognized room for improvement.
“Don’t just lick—suck softly on my clit.”
“You have hands for a reason, dumb-dumb—use them.”
“Make your tongue go deeper.”
“Moan a little—don’t make it seem like such a chore, bitch.”
“Whoa, go easy on my butt—the pinky is plenty.”
When Lexi finally released the vice grip her thighs had siezed on Jana’s face, the girl fell backwards gasping for air, nearly having suffocated in the process of pleasuring her owner. Lexi just sighed contentedly, then looked to her desk.
“Well done, Jana.” Jana smiled in relief. Alexis—Lexi now, she’d been corrected with a half-dozen hard spanks on the ass, apologizing after each for being such a stupid bitch—had insulted her and mocked her so many times, she’d worried she wasn’t doing a good enough job. Maybe even couldn’t do a good enough job.
“Now, I’m going to study for the rest of the day.”
Jana’s words came with difficulty given her achingly sore jaw, worn out from the hours and hours of pussy-eating. “Yeah, me too. I lost a ton of time this weekend.” Her tongue was so sore it felt like someone had stepped on it.
“No you’re not. You’re going to help me study, actually.”
“Oh,” Jana said simply. That was inconvenient, and she was sure she didn’t know the first thing about any of the stuff Lexi was studying. Still, she wanted to help her any way she could.
Lexi smiled at her roommate, patting her still-damp hair softly. “Thanks to the upstairoids, my mind becomes more receptive when I’m cumming. So your job, until I tell you to stop, is to keep me cumming.”
Jana swallowed. “For how long?”
“Until I tell you to stop. Now lie down, and shut up.”
Jana complied. She watched as Lexi retrieved a stack of texts and notebooks and hauled them over to Jana’s bedside table. One book she opened to a particular chapter, then set it upside down on Jana’s stomach.
Lexi mounted her face, her pussy still wet and dripping. It was insatiable—as much so as Jana’s own, which had been screaming for someone to fuck it since the second she’d woken up. But not yet. Lexi controlled her.
“Let’s get to work—and do try to hold still.”
Jana started to lick.