Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I know what I saw, and what I saw is a young girl ruthlessly being taken advantage of,” she states in a low tone. “I understand that you can’t process this because you’re young, and your frontal cortex isn’t fully developed yet. It can be difficult for young women to discern right from wrong in situations like these, but I assure you, Cindy, that what I saw was one hundred percent absolutely vile. Again, you were chained and leashed, and those men were violating your body as well as your mind. Not only that, but you had their initials branded on your haunches like an animal! How could they treat a woman like that?”
“But it wasn’t a brand!” I say, near hysterics now. “It’s just permanent magic marker. The letters are almost gone already and it’s not what you think! I swear it!”
But Susan Carroll is rigid in her mindset. A lot of university staff are so liberal these days that they’re caught in their own straitjackets, and Dean Carroll is no exception. She thinks she knows what she saw because she doesn’t have the aptitude nor flexibility to entertain different possibilities. Hell, I’d be surprised if she gets any action in her private life, which is part of the reason why we’re caught in this bind now.
After all, my understanding is that Coach Mason and Dean Carroll stopped by the suite to discuss something about the draft with Brent and Brandon. I’m not even sure why the Dean of Inclusion and Belonging was there, but allegedly the front door was unlocked and they pushed it open. Then, they heard screaming and roaring from one of the bedrooms, and alarmed, they rushed to investigate.
Imagine their surprise when they saw a young woman chained and leashed, while being fucked up the ass. Not only that, but I happened to be choking at that particular moment as saliva ran off my chin in hot, gooey strings.
Now, the worst has happened. I think if it had been Coach Mason on his own, the incident would have been swept under the rug because let’s face it: Coach knows Brandon and Brent, and he knows that my two lovers would never demean me, or at least not in any serious way. But Susan Carroll? She’s so militant and holier-than-thou, and she takes herself so seriously, that now Brandon and Brent are in a boatload of trouble. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but slowly, I get up, trembling with fear and rage as the Dean looks at me with reproachful eyes.
“Do you need to go to the student health clinic?” she asks with a pointed glance. “Sometimes, men like this have diseases. You can never be sure.”
“Brandon and Brent do not have diseases!” I huff, offended by her comment. “You don’t know them!”
“But I know a lot of boys just like them,” Dean Carroll retorts. “Trust me, I’ve been in this job since 2018, and I’ve seen a lot of unexpected STIs among victims.”
That does it. I am not a victim and I can’t underline that enough times so that she understands. Furious, I grab my backpack and storm out of her office without a second glance. Tears prick my eyes and it’s hard to breathe because what in the world is going on? With trembling fingers, I unlock my bike and pedal furiously to my dorm. This has been such an awful day, and I can’t believe that my naughty sexual escapade transformed into this.
Still distraught, I lock my bike and stalk to my dorm before going up three floors. I want to see Brandon and Brent so badly, but my lovers are being questioned by some school administrators right now, and likely will be occupied for the rest of the day. With one last angry swipe at my tears, I reach for my keys to unlock the door, but it swings open silently and Kiki stands there with wide eyes.
“Hi Ki,” I say, trying to sound normal. “Long time no see.”
She smiles but her eyes are sending me an urgent message.
“Hey Cindy!” she chirps in a cheerful voice. “Glad you’re home.”
Then, my buddy gestures for me to come inside and quickly shuts the door behind me.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “Why the secrecy?”
But Kiki doesn’t have to say anything because suddenly, Brandon and Brent materialize from my bedroom. I’m stock still for a moment before launching myself at their massive forms.
“Oh my god!” I half-cry, half-laugh before wrapping my arms around their necks and peppering them with kisses. “I can’t believe what’s happened! Why aren’t you with Coach and the Title IX rep? I thought you had to do some kind of formal interview with them?”
The men kiss me passionately, running their big hands down the steep curve of my back before settling firmly on my rear end.