Title: White Holes and Other Problems
by Jeremy Mathews
Chapter 9: Marching to the Band’s Music
Jeremy made his way back to Alice’s dorm. He wanted to check on Mei, and see how she was doing. He was genuinely worried about her. Thankfully, it was easy to sneak into the building and they had left the front door to their dorm room unlocked.
“So who have you been fucking?” Alice greeted him.
“Uh...” Jeremy stuttered.
“Don’t play coy Scofield, your class was over an hour ago and you reek of sex.” Alice smiled.
“Um... Ashley Carter.” he said hesitantly.
“Oh, not that bitch. She is good looking enough I suppose, but Christ she is such a stuck up pain in the ass.”
“That’s my point exactly!” Jeremy said. “She was giving Mei a hard time, so I decided she needed a lesson in humility.”
“And you accomplish this by fucking her?”
“No, that was for fun. Let’s just say that now she has a few new kinks to explore.”
“That’s more like it.” Alice smiled “Wait, when was she giving Mei a hard time.”
Just then Mei came in. “Oh. Hi, Dr. Scofield!” she beamed.
“Please, outside of class and office hours ‘Jeremy’ will do just fine.”
“Wait, you can see him?” Alice interrupted.
“Yes, turns out she is in my Calc class and things were going to get tricky if I didn’t figure something out. I cannot undue anything, but I can add to the existing thoughts, as long as they don’t contradict anything done previously.”
“So you cannot undue anything you’ve done to me?” Alice asked looking a little concerned.
“Not yet. But with Mei I have made things a bit easier.”
“Yeah,” chipped in Mei. “I find it really easy to learn in Prof. Scofield’s class, even though the whole time I am really, REALLY...” and she added in a whisper “horny.”
“That’s just GRRREAAATT!” Alice said sarcastically. And went off to her room.
Mei and Jeremy exchanged an confused glance. Mei started to go after her, but Jeremy stopped her. “Give us a minute alone, would you?”
“Sure” Mei said uncertainly.
Jeremy found Alice in a fetal position on her bed silently crying. “Hey, I am sorry I did this, I really am. I promise that I’ll find a way to make you better.”
“It’s not even that.” Alice said. The bright head strong woman of a few minutes ago seemed exhausted and utterly depressed now. Jeremy didn’t understand how things turned on a dime like that, and not for the first time.
“What is it, Alice?”
“I love you and I could never keep a secret from you” she started.
Jeremy felt another pit of guilt form in his stomach as he recognized echos of his own rants. “How many weeks did I fuck with her head?” he wondered, “What have I really done?”
“But,” Alice continued “I don’t know how... to.. It’s just so... so fucked up.” She started to sob hard.
“Just tell me. What ever I did, I will do everything I can to make it better.”
“It’s not you, you fucking ASSHOLE.” she screamed. Oddly that seemed to bring her down to earth a bit, and she said more calmly. “It’s my ex-boyfriend Johnny. Well my boyfriend before you... before you saved me..”
“Has he been hitting you? I could go give his ass a beat down he never saw coming...”
“No.” she scoffed. “It’s so much fucking worse that... he... he...” and she started to sob hard again. Jeremy just held her until she found the ability to go on. “Let me just show you.”
She picked up a fedex box from next to the computer and handed it to Jeremy. It had a small wooden box inside, and when he flipped it open there was a syringe filled with some amber colored liquid, and a note that read: “Red, Can’t wait to get inside you. xoxo J” On the flip side of the note was the url from some website “http://fucktheclutch.com”
Jeremy gave Alice a puzzled look. She just handed him her laptop. “Go on.” she said.
Of course, he went to the site immediately and discovered it was a website of self made porn videos of the band members screwing groupies six ways to Sunday. Every video had a description was tagged with positions, participants, and fetishes.
The lead guitarist/vocals was “Johnny Kilslug” and Jeremy figured this was Alice’s boyfriend. (If Jeremy hadn’t already hated the man, the name would have been enough to push him over.)
After clicking on Johnny’s tag, he was greeted with a list of 289 videos. Immediately he noticed most carried a #inflamed tag, and a few had #nc. Curiosity got the better of Jeremy. He clicked on #nc, clicked on the button to take him to the first entry. The description was: “NC Dike busting.... OH YEAH!!". The still featured a cute lesbian couple holding hands and talking to the band. Jeremy was definitely getting a creepy vibe from this somewhat normal image. It just seemed out of place among the other videos. He decided to watch it.
It started with Johnny talking as he set up the camera. “Boys, I don’t think you understand what we have here. Inflamed is...”
“Is the best party drug ever!” the drummer Steve cut in from off camera. “Damn I have never seen a girl so eager as when she is flamin’ out!! Too bad it is as expensive as fuck.”
“You’re missing the point completely Steve, this shit isn’t just some party drug. It is specially made for the band, when some bitch is inflamed she doesn’t just want cock, she needs the bands cocks, nothing else will do. Shit, look at my girlfriend. I have her all fucked up with this shit and she has no fucking idea. All she knows is she needs a little of Johnny Jr ever chance she can get it, but when were on the road... she just stays at home keeping the fires nice and hot waiting for me to come home. The bitch won’t even consider fucking anyone else.“
“What’s up with that Johnny? Why keep her on a string at home, you get all the hot pussy you want when ever you want?” Eric, the bass guitarist, asked.
“Sometimes it isn’t about quantity, but quality. I have that little hoe trained to do shit you wouldn’t believe.” Johnny said with a smile. “But you’re still missing the point.” Johnny opened the door, said to the security guard, “Hey, why don’t you let those two dikes back here. The blonde with the shirt of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy making out and the heifer she’s leading around.”
A minute later the the door opened and a cute blonde and a slightly chubby brunette come in. The blonde was apparently named Megan, and her girlfriend was Kristen. Kristen did indeed have curves, but was by was by no means a heifer to Jeremy’s mind. At first there is the expected groupy chatter/excitement, and things seem pretty normal.
Then Johnny’s voice took on a creepy vibe as he took control of the conversation. “So, am I right that you girls are a couple?”
“Two years now” Kristen says with a smile as she took Megan’s hand.
“And do ever, ‘switch teams’ even if just for a single game?”
“Sorry guys. Never understood why straight men have such a hard time with this. Do you really want a dick up your ass?” Megan said.
“No, no I most certainly do not.” Johnny laughed. “See I was wondering if you could help us out. See my band mates think that is the end of the story, but I think I can convince you to fuck our brains out. In fact, I figured I could have you two begging for our cocks. What do you think girls, you think that’s possible?”
“No!” Kristen says, and gets up “I think it is time we go. Thanks for the letting us backstage. Let’s go Megan.”
Megan hesitated just a moment, unsure how to react. Then everything went sideways. Johnny took advantage of her distraction. Quickly stepping behind her he clamped one hand over her mouth, and with the other he plunged a needle into her neck and quickly injected her with same amber colored drug Jeremy had seen in Alice’s package.
Megan eyes rolled back and her head as she collapsed to the floor. Kristen turned and screamed her name. And Johnny started laughing hysterically.
“Johnny WHAT THE FUCK!” the bassist Eric shouted in horror. “You trying to land us in fucking jail”.
Kristen ran over and checked on her the love of her life. She frantically tried to bring Megan back to reality.
“Megan! Megan talk to me! Megan are you OK? MEGAN!!” and Kristen turned and screamed at Johnny “What the FUCK did you do to her you BASTARD!”
“Relax,” said Johnny. “She’s never felt this good in her life.”
Eric passed around the room repeating “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,...” to himself. The other band members looked on like deer in headlights.
“I am going to KILL you, you son of a bitch!” Kristen shouted. But as she was about to leap, Megan caught hold of her arm.
“Kristen, no!” her voice took on a commanding tone that caught Kristen by surprise. “Kristen, he’s right, this feels good. I mean really fucking incredibly good. I mean, I feel... so fucking... happy. Like meeting you, and getting my dream job, and winning the lottery all fucking wrapped up and multiplied by... something fucking huge.“
“Megan, come on. We got to get out of here. You heard him before, he is just getting you dopey and high so he can fuck you,” Kristen insisted. “And after he is done raping us he will leave us dumpster behind the club.”
“This shit is making me fucking horny.” Megan began. “But I feel perfectly clear headed hon. You are my one and only love, and I belong to you body and soul.“
“Awww how touching” Johnny mocked. “And there is nothing I can do to tempt you to give my cock a try? Not even this?” Johnny ran the back of his fingers over Megan’s cheek.
“Oh holy fuck” Megan moaned.
“Get the hell away from her you pervert.” Kristen shoved him away.
“Let me explain to you how this is going to work darling.” Johnny smiled. “You see, that drug your girlfriend just took, it is called ‘inflame’. Specially made for me and the boys in the band. You see, it doesn’t just make you feel frisky, but now she needs our ‘sexual hormones’. And she is going to get more and more aroused until she gets some sweet sweet loving from me or one of my mates here. And it doesn’t ever stop, if she doesn’t get a little. " And Johnny grabed his crotch. “Well she won’t be good for anything but a loony bin before long.“
“No,” Kristen said through tears. “I’ll get her to a hospital, get that shit out of her system. But there is no fucking way I am going to just let you rape my girlfriend!” her voice crescendoed to a scream.
“And I wish you the best of luck, besides I wasn’t going to just fuck her anyways.” He took another syringe and set it down on a table. “If you want one of us to fuck her, you need to flame up first. Then when your begging for some sweet man meat, only then will we give her what she needs and only if you do every degraded thing we say.”
“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.” Kristen screamed as she tried to pull Megan to the door.
What followed next was a long back and forth between Megan and Kristen. Kristen repeatedly tried to get her love out of their, while Megan resisted every attempt. When Kristen tried to call the police, Megan smashed her phone. Eventually Megan in turn began to beg and plead for Kristen to take the drug.
After a long while, when it seemed nothing would break the stalemate, Megan pulled a knife from her boot and put it to her own throat.
“Do it Kristen, do it or I swear I will slit my throat. PLEASE Kristen, PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO IT.” Megan begged.
Johnny smiled. Eric started saying “No. No Megan, don’t do this.” And Kristen sobbed, as she reached for the needle.
In less than a minute Kristen and Megan were shedding her close. Kristen smiled at Johnny and said “Well are we going to fuck or what?”
“I don’t know,” Johnny said. “You’ve been awfully mean. Maybe if you’re a good girl and beg enough, we’ll see. But I certainly will help out lovely Megan here. What do you say Megan, you ready to have your first hard dick? You ready to give me take you’re anal cherry?”
Megan hesitated for a moment, bit her lip and nodded
“Good girl, and luck for you got my lube right here.” Johnny said shaking a small bottle. She turned around as he discarded his pants and greased his dick. Meanwhile, Kristen had spread her legs as wide as she could and started finger fucking herself while she begged for someone to fuck her pussy.
Megan set her elbows on a the back of a chair, and looking back with a smile she said “Come and get it”.
Johnny didn’t bother to reply. He stood behind her and none to gently penetrated her asshole. Once he was inside, managed to lift off the ground, holding her by the backs of her knees. Looking at Kristen, he said “Get over here, cunt, and do the only thing you’re good at. Munch this whore’s carpet.”
It didn’t take long for him to blow load into Megan. The moment she felt his warm semen shoot into her she started to orgasm violently. She shoved Kristen’s face away. While she normally loved the way Kristen teased her clit it was just a distraction to the real show now. Every heart beat brought a wave of pleasure radiating from her ass unlike anything she had ever known. He lowered her feet but she just let collapsed to on the floor and lie in the bliss his cum was bringing her.
Kristen scrambled over determined to get her lips around his glorious cock. Even the smell of his semen was driving her wild, and she wanted to find out how good it taste.
“Don’t even think it” Johnny cut her off. “Me and the band... we don’t fuck ugly dikes, maybe if you’re lucky one of my buddies will take a little pity. But most likely you going to have to suck the jizz and shit out of her asshole if you want to get the fix you need.“
Kristen started to cry as she crawled over. She found the idea repulsive, but she knew she was going to give in and eat Megan’s ass. She had never needed anything so badly in her life. Johnny laughed as he pulled on his pants and walked out with the rest of the band. But Eric waited behind.
He couldn’t leave the bright eyed Kristen like this. Shortly ago had been happily holding Megan’s hand and on top of the world, now she was broken and dejected and left to desperation. Just as she had resigned herself to her fate, she felt a wonderful electric pleasure coming from a hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” Eric said looking in her eyes, “I’ll help you.”
“Thank you” Kristen smiled as Eric laid her down and took her in a missionary position. Kristen had never felt so good or so happy as she felt him easily slip inside her. Inside she hated to admit it, even to herself, but she knew she would be there for the show next week and looking to score some more inflame.