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Making College Free Ch. 11
🕑 Added 2022-01-14 14:27:28 +0000 UTCRemember when reading this chapter that this story takes place A) twenty years in the future and B) in a weird little fantasy version of reality. With that preface, enjoy the fun!
February
Rebeccah watched the video again and again. It seemed like she couldn’t get enough of it. She remembered the feeling of Brent slamming into her. The memory of him fucking her so thoroughly that she would never be the same. She remembered flopping her head to the side and seeing Alexis going down on Brent’s girlfriend. Making her cum. Breaking her. Claiming her.
That had been a week ago and since then, she’d had so many orgasms she’d completely lost track. The frat house had become a non-stop orgy and she’d been fucked in so many ways that she was surprised they were still able to come up with new ones. Last night one of the guys had brought a rocking chair into the shower then stood on it while she was face fucked as he rocked back and forth, slamming into her mouth. It was super hot. Right up until he came and nearly broke his neck falling onto the tiled floor. Devin probably wouldn’t live that one down anytime soon. It was an embarrassing trip to Student Health Services.
They’d put the video online and it had already made over 70 grand. The frat even embraced it themselves. There was now a sign out in front of the house that said, “Home of THAT video… yeah… THAT ONE!” and they had a special movie night viewing. So many of the guests wanted a chance at the star of the film that Alexis offered a deal. $500 or a girlfriend willing to spend the night naked. The resultant orgy just gave her material for the next film.
The phone rang, jolting Rebeccah from her daydreaming. Her fingers were strumming her clit as she answered it. God she was soaking wet. Of course, she was pretty much always wet these days, “Hello?” she said.
“Rebeccah?” came a voice. It was her mother’s.
“Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
“I came to visit, honey. Are you at your dorm?” her mother’s voice sounded scared.
“No… I’m at my girlfriend’s room,” she said.
“Ohhh,” her mother said, “I’d like to see you… if that’s okay.”
“Of course. I can be there in ten minutes,” she said.
“I love you, Rebeccah”
“Love you too, Mom,” Rebeccah said, frowning in confusion. “Is everything okay? Is Dad okay?
“Yeah… he’s… he’s fine. Just… well… It’s fine but I want to see you, okay?”
“Sure… see you in ten,” she said again. She threw her clothes on quickly and ran to the door. Rebeccah had been enjoying college but, like almost all freshmen, she missed her family frequently. She got to her dorm room just eight minutes later and dashed up the steps, her ever present high heels providing no trouble for her anymore.
Her mother was seated in the lounge, purse clutched nervously on her lap as she looked up. Rebeccah had intentionally worn something somewhat modest. A light yellow sundress. Casual and nowhere near as revealing as what most of her wardrobe had become. But seeing her mother now in her thick wool business suit she felt acutely aware of how much her taste in clothes had indeed shifted. This was her most conservative dress now but it would have been instantly dismissed as excessively trashy just six months prior.
“Hello Rebeccah,” her mother said. Her voice was clipped and quiet. “Can we talk in private?”
Rebeccah was once again worried. Her mother had said her Dad was fine which was the only thing that she could fathom that would warrant this kind of concern. She nodded silently and led her mom to her dorm room. “What’s wrong mom?” she said as soon as the door slid shut behind them.
“I… I don’t know how to tell you this but… well… I’ve seen your video,” she said.
Rebeccah was so unprepared for the statement she didn’t understand at first. She’d never sent her mother a video. Heck, the only videos she’d even recorded any time recently had been… realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Shit!
“Oh God… Mom…” she said.
Her mother interrupted, “We’re worried about you.”
“Dad knows?”
“He’s the one that saw it first…” she said, speaking slowly as if every word was being carefully chosen, “Turns out he had a thing for… uhmm… that.”
“Porn?” Rebeccah said with a laugh. “Oh God… or… uhhh… incest porn?”
“Oh God no!” her mother said, suddenly back to being maternal and pressing her hand to Rebeccah’s shoulder, “No… as soon as he realized who he was watching he freaked out. No… he likes gang… back? Porn…” she said.
“Gangbang,” Rebeccah corrected before shaking her head at the surreal nature of the conversation.
“Oh… I thought it was back like backdoor because of the anal…” her Mom stopped then regathered herself, “Sorry… not the point… the point is, it’s gotten around the house and we’re worried about you.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Rebeccah said, folding her arms over her chest in a classic defensive gesture that she silently recognized but couldn’t stop herself from doing regardless.
“Honey… you’re doing pornography,” her mother said, “And particularly demeaning pornography based on what I’ve seen.”
“It’s not… I mean… it is… but I’m choosing to do it… I like it,” she said in halting, half-hearted words.
“But this isn’t you.”
“Maybe it is now.”
Her mother shook her head, “Please… please just think about it. Don’t be defensive. We taught you how to be introspective and thoughtful. Use those skills now.”
Rebeccah took three deep breaths and suppressed her anger at her mother. Who was she to lecture her about her choices? “Mom… I’m fine… trust me… I just… my girlfriend and I…”
“Girlfriend?”
“Yes, Mom. Alexis. She’s the one who filmed all this. We’re in love and we like this. It’s kind of our… I dunno… hobby?”
“Your hobby is shooting group pornography with a bunch of guys while your girlfriend films it?”
“Are you kink shaming me, Mother?” Rebeccah said with a straight face. Her mother looked at her before finally cracking a smile.
“No. I would never. Lord knows your father and I have all kinds of unusual…”
“MOM!” Rebeccah said already suppressing a variety of unwanted mental images flitted through her head.
Her mother continued without acknowledging the faux pas, “It’s just such an extreme departure from what you were like a few months ago. We had all kinds of worries. Drugs. VR psychosis. Your father even thought you might have joined a cult.”
“A cult? Seriously, Mom?”
“Well… some of these crazy religious cults have all kinds of sick beliefs.”
Rebeccah smirked, “Actually… we’re kind of… I guess ‘deprogramming’ might be the right word. Yeah… we’re deprogramming a cult member right now.”
“Really? Fascinating.”
Rebecccah nodded, “Yeah. Alexis is working on it as we speak.”
“Oh… I would love to see that… and maybe even meet your girlfriend?” Rebeccah suddenly looked less sure but her mother pressed on, “I’m only here for the day. Can we please go? It’ll make me feel a lot better about all of this.”
Rebeccah sighed then nodded, “Okay… I’ll text her we’re on the way.”
Rebeccah led her mother outside to get a cab and texted Alexis.
Rebeccah: Headed to frat house with mother. Please keep things sane. She saw vid and is freaking out.
The entire ride there, she kept looking at her phone for a sign that Alexis had seen her text message but nothing came through. “Mom… I’m not sure Alexis is even there right now,” she said.
“Well I’d still like to see this place you’re spending all your time. And we can just wait there for her, right?”
Rebeccah sighed in defeat. She knew her mother well enough to know when she’d latched onto an idea and, frankly, there weren’t a lot of good reasons she could think of to not go. At least none she could tell her mother. “There might be an active orgy happening,” was probably the best reason but it sure wasn’t going to reassure the older woman. So she pressed on, arriving at the house and opening the door with trembling fingers.
“Chug, chug, chug!” came the loud chants from down the hall. Rebeccah rolled her eyes and sighed in relief.
“Sorry, mom.”
Her mother patted her shoulder, “Frat boys drinking alcohol isn’t exactly scandalous, Rebeccah.”
They walked down the hall but the chanting wasn’t coming from the dining room or kitchen but rather the library. Curious, Rebeccah opened the door and didn’t process the scene quickly enough. Christen was sitting in a chair completely naked. Her legs were spread wide and tied to the feet of the chair. One of her arms was also strapped down but her right hand was free. She held a wine glass in her hand with a milky white substance that Rebeccah instantly recognized swirling around inside of it. There were 15 more glasses on the table beside her. Only two of which were empty.
On the floor between her legs was Alexis who was currently looking up at Christen with an evil glint while she pressed a vibrator between the Christian girls legs. Alexis’s patent leather outfit looked like something from a Terry Goodkind book. It was a dark crimson, cut in a way to show off her small, perky breasts with bands and buckles that criss crossed her body in intriguing ways. The red fishnet stockings she had and the tight, twin braids in her hair
On a large TV screen was, what Rebeccah thought was, at first a porno. But she quickly realized it was a video of Brent fucking Rebeccah a few weeks ago. She was momentarily grateful because the camera angle made it impossible to recognize her, but that didn’t stop her pussy from gushing as she remembered his strong, powerful cock slamming into her repeatedly. Christen’s eyes were glued to the screen, unable to stop staring.
“What the hell?” her mother said in a terrified rasp. Rebeccah shushed her with a wave of her hand and let the door close silently behind her.
“Let’s go to lunch, Mom.”
“Go to…” she stammered, “What are they… Rebeccah… what the… and I don’t use this word lightly but I think it might actually be appropriate… fuck?”
Rebeccah’s mind reeled as she tried to think of a way to spin this for her mother. “Look… that girl in there is Christen… she’s the girl we’re sort of deprogramming.”
“And the red head? That’s your girlfriend?”
“Yes”
“And you’re deprogramming her by… what? Making her have orgasms while drinking semen?”
Rebeccah shrugged, “We’re trying a few things,” she said as if that was a sufficient explanation.
“I want to watch,” she said.
“You can’t be serious, Mom!”
“I am… if this is what my daughter is doing at college I should be able to watch. Is it a big deal or not?”
Rebeccah felt completely trapped but, try as she might, she couldn’t think of a good reason to stop her mom from watching her girlfriend get off a prissy little bitch while training her to be a cumslut. The day just continued to get more surreal.
They eased the door open again and watched as Christen downed a glass of cum. Some of it dribbled down her face and Alexis slapped her thigh in reprimand, “Lick it up, slut.” Her words were harsh but her tone was soothing. Christen simpered and turned red with embarrassment but her tongue slurped out across her lips and cheeks, licking up as much stray cum as she could. “Good girl,” Alexis said and flipped the switch on the vibrator. The response was immediate. It was as if Christen had been struck by lightning. Her body went rigid and she started hyperventilating before finally letting out a high pitched squeal.
“Thank… thank… thank you… mistress!” she screeched as her body thrashed against the restraints, her free arm flailing wildly as an orgasm crashed over her. Her eyes continued to stare glassily at the onscreen power fucking that her boyfriend was giving Rebeccah.
“Tell the boys you love their cum, slut.”
She sniffed and sobbed as she looked around the room at the assembled guys whose contribution she was imbibing. It took her a moment to regain the ability to speak but she eventually managed, “I do… I really do. I love the taste.”
“And you’re sorry for being a bitch?”
She glared down at Alexis who smiled sweetly back and turned off the vibrator and clicked the remote on the collar, once again cutting off her ability to orgasm. Christen whimpered and said, “Yes… I’m sorry for being a bitch.”
“And for trying to keep Brent’s cock for yourself?”
“No… One man and one woman is what God intended,” she said, apparently infidelity was a bridge too far for her.
Alexis just shook her head and smiled, “I guess we need more work. Am I going to have to edge you for the next glass or are you going to drink it like a good cumslut?”
So that’s what they’d been doing. Alexis had been edging Christen until she agreed to drink the glasses. How long had they been at this? Rebeccah took a closer look and recognized the signs now. She remembered the early days when Alexis would edge her for hours at a time. It was a game they’d played but Rebeccah always gave up eventually. Christen’s hair was a mess and her makeup was ruined. Her face was all sweaty and her legs trembled as her ass squirmed in the chair. There was real fear in her eyes as well. “Please… please don’t make me.”
“You’ve got 12 more glasses to drink, slut. Then you can go to sleep. But you’re not getting out of this chair until those glasses are all empty… that was the agreement, remember?”
“That was most certainly NOT the agreement,” she hissed.
“You agreed to be my slave and this is what slaves do.”
“You’re sick!” said Christen.
“I’m perfectly happy with my life. Are you? Really?”
Christen didn’t have a response. Everyone knew she wasn’t a happy person. She grabbed another glass and slammed it back, somehow under the misguided idea that this act of defiance could be conveyed by guzzling cum vigorously. Alexis just nodded and said, “Good girl” before pressing the vibrator again to Christen’s clit and causing another ruined orgasm within her as the collar worked its magic. “Oh God… please… let me cum… please… please.” She pleaded.
Alexis smiled another sinister smirk. “All you have to do is be a good little cunt and ask for two things… remember?”
“Nooooo,” she wailed in aroused misery.
“Yes,” was the simple response.
“Please… let me watch Brent fuck that… sl… your girlfriend…,” she whimpered.
“And?”
“Please let me drink more cum… mistress?”
“Of course, slut,” Alexis said as she unpaused the movie. Again, Rebeccah’s recorded fucking came alive, this time she was clearly recognizeable as she ground her pussy on Brent’s huge cock. She remembered that moment. Feeling like she was impossibly full and the world was perfect.
She shook herself from her reverie and closed the door, trying to suppress the shame and embarrassment she felt as she looked at her Mom. That embarrassment was heightened by the knowledge that she was incredibly wet and wanted nothing more for her mother to leave so she could join Alexis’s perverted mission. She was also acutely aware of her rock hard nipples that were poking out of her thin dress that probably fully conveyed that arousal to her mother.
“Rebeccah… I don’t know what to say,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what your life is like now… obviously… but the work you’re doing in there to help that poor girl,” she said.
Rebeccah blinked three times, not fully understanding, “You mean… ?”
Her mom nodded, “Yes. I think it’s amazing. I’d love to meet Alexis at some point but this is absolutely fascinating. Using sex and orgasms to deprogram people is a very… innovative… approach. I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that it took a couple deviants like you two to come up with it,” she realized what she said and rapidly added, “I mean deviant in the good way… unconventional… different. Not as a pejorative dear.”
“So… you’re okay with this?”
“Okay with it? I encourage you to experiment more. Be safe with the boys… obviously… but do what you can to help that poor misguided creature in there. She obviously needs help if her religious convictions are so strong that she’s able to withstand all of this.”
Rebeccah was not as surprised as one might expect about her mother’s about face. Her mother was militantly anti-religion (almost to the point of making it her own cult religion, frankly) and so anything that smacked of that bothered her immensely. Rebeccah showed her mother out but not until she extracted a promise from Rebeccah to have a video call with her and Alexis sometime very soon. She showed her to the door. Gave her a hug and a kiss goodbye and let the door close behind her before breathing a sigh of relief. Her fingers flew to her dress, starting on the buttons as if they had a mind of their own but she stopped herself. It was that overpowering urge to join Alexis that tickled the back of her brain and made her stop.
Maybe her mother was right? Maybe she’d let things go too far, too fast? She buttoned the dress back up and went upstairs to Alexis’s room. She needed to think and she needed to do it while not horny. Lord knows she couldn’t think straight when she was aroused.
She’d let her girlfriend lead her into a life of pretty intense debauchery and she’d not thought twice about it. Well that’s not true. She’d pushed back several times. But she’d always let Alexis talk her out of it and push her to whichever next stage Alexis had wanted. She’d never stopped to ask herself what she wanted. She took some deep breaths and laid on the bed, centering herself and focusing on relaxing and finding her innermost thoughts.
What did she want?
She wanted a life with Alexis. She knew that. Did she want it at any cost? No. Definitely not. She wasn’t going to go kill the President or anything to get that life. But did their lives have to revolve around sex as much as they did?
No. No they didn’t have to. Rebeccah could draw a line in the sand. Alexis wouldn’t like it though but if Alexis couldn’t respect that line then Rebeccah didn’t want to be with her anyways. But that wasn’t the real question. The real question was did Rebeccah want to draw that line. Did she need to? Would her life be better for it if she did?
She thought about those questions, realizing that they were central to the story of Rebeccah and Alexis. Of Becki and Lexi. What did Rebeccah want? She wanted the sex. If she was being honest with herself, she probably needed the sex. The thought of living a monogamous life, even with Alexis, just seemed limiting to her now. Alexis had shown her that love and sex were linked in ways she hadn’t realized but also separate and distinct in ways that had never occur to her.
She looked in the mirror, not even sure if she really recognized herself anymore. She tried to remember what she’d looked like before she started college. Youthfully but conservatively dressed. Almost no makeup. Certainly no wild eyed lust she saw in the mirror.
Then she tried to imagine herself how Alexis wanted her to be. She pictured herself in a black leather push up bra and garter belt. Stiletto heels. Tattoos in obvious places pronouncing her slutdom to society. Pierced nipples making her already rock hard nubs even harder and more sensitive.
She could feel the pull of the second image. The erotic desire that welled up within her as she imagined endless days of decadence as she and Alexis tried to personally consume the total number of orgasms in the universe. She contemplated the two images, trying to reconcile them with what she really wanted from life.
Just then, Alexis walked in. Her hair was damp from sweat and her face, she grabbed a towel and wiped her face. The sultry beauty of the diminutive redhead caused Rebeccah and Alexis returned it with a wide grin of her own. Rebeccah took a deep breath and said, “Lexi, we need to talk.”
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MacDaddyD
Some nice twists in this chapter! Keep ‘em coming.
