It had only taken two weeks of stares, whispers and overt comments for Shandi to drop out of school and head to the sleepy town where she grew up. A silent hug and a knowing look would be the last moments Mary would spend with her roommate.
The school year was well underway and the likelihood of getting another roommate would be slim, which pleased Mary. It didn't take long before she had taken over the entire room. One quiet night she was working on a midterm when her phone buzzed. A glance at the clock on her screen told her it was after 11 pm. As she walked across the room to where her phone sat charging she assumed it was Gilles looking for some late night action.
When Mary picked up her phone she was startled; it was a text from her assailant.
320239 Too bad about your friend
Mary Yes it is.
320239 You were way more fun, a real slut
Mary What do you want?
320239 I want you to unlock your window, climb in bed and turn off the lights.
Mary What? You can't be serious?
320239 Dead serious beautiful. We need our cocks drained real good.
Mary couldn't deny the excitement building in her loins. She fought herself trying to understand what kind of a deviant would get excited about having men rape her. Was it really rape if she fantasized about it, wished for it and more importantly enjoyed it?
Opening the curtains she unlocked the window to a view of the sprawling field behind the dorm. Climbing in bed she pulled her shorts off leaving her wearing a pink tank top and smooth black booty cut panties; Mary turned the light out and waited.
It wasn't long ago that her heart raced in fear of what was to come; now it raced with excitement and sexual anticipation. In the darkness she pondered how long her assailants would make her wait creating another spiral of questions; were they still her assailants or her lovers? She was interrupted mid-thought by the sound of her window opening. Instinctively she closed her eyes and waited.
There was a lot of commotion and noise as the men made their way through the window. Like a kid at Christmas the anticipation was too much so she peaked through squinted eyes at the silhouettes; she counted three men, two of which cast very distinct and familiar outlines.
The first man made his way to the bed and immediately blind folded Mary. She could tell a light was turned on, but nothing more. One man purred to himself as he uncovered her. His big hand didn't waste any time rubbing her pussy through her panties.
Mary slowly ground her hips at his touch while another man fondled her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt; after a couple firm squeezes he lifted her shirt unable to hold back from feeling her bare flesh in his hands. Lying there, she enjoyed the pampering of the attention starved hands. The third man revealed his location by placing the shaft of his hardened cock across her lips.