Page 34 of De Vil

Oh God, am I a pain whore? Fuck, I don't know, but it doesn't matter at the moment. All I want to do is sleep. Getting into bed, I turn on ASMR music and keep the lights down low. Five minutes go by, and I find myself tossing and turning.

Why did I come home? I miss the smell of Coach around me. Her bed is a lot softer than mine.Oh, suck it up, I tell myself, exasperated with the thoughts and feelings running through me. I pick up my phone to text Jazz.

Me:Jazz, where are you?

I stare at the screen for a good ten minutes before I lay the phone on the bed and get up. Fuck it. I'm going to pass the time. Logging into the chat server, I look to see that there's over a hundred people waiting to talk to a performer.

The announcer of the system dings in and asks if I want to be announced. I tell her not right now. I want to watch the boards to see if I can findMommy's Watching. I know I won't find her. She is, after all, my coach. And Coach should be in a meeting. I watch the names populate, and I smile when I see an old name I'm used to talking to.

"Announcer, announce me." I tell her.

"Roxy Dragon is online and available for chat."

Forty users automatically drop into my queue. I chuckle to myself and pick the one guy I know. The one guy I’ll enjoy hearing growl in my ear. As I click on him, the feeling I'm doing something wrong washes over me, but I shake it off.

Smiling, I put the headphones on securely as I grab my phone to make sure I don't miss a text from Jazz.

"Hello, John."

"Ah, Roxy, it's so good to hear your voice. How are you?"

"I'm doing great, John. How are you?"

"Horny."

I chuckle at him. That's all he says before I hear his zipper being lowered. "Are you already pulling that fat cock out for me?"

"Yes. I've been online every day waiting for your sexy ass to get on so I could beat my junk for you."

Rolling my eyes, I moan and encourage him to stroke his cock. It's what's expected. I'm actually kind of turned off right now. Yet, I'm about to make four hundred dollars from him, so I do what's necessary to get him off.

My phone buzzes, but it's not Jazz. Her ringtone would have played through the speaker. I ignore my phone and continue talking to John. He's so easy to please, and when I tell him I'm going to use the dildo in my hand to get me off, he growls. He loves thinking that he's fucking me as I play with a dildo.

I don't have the dildo this time. No, I'm sitting cross-legged in the chair, looking at the college’s athletic department and staring at Coach's picture. She has her hair up in a messy bun, a whistle to her lips, and she's wearing the school color jogging suit. It's not meant to be sexy, but functional. It's a turn on to me, though. My nipples tighten as I memorize the photo and talk dirty to John.

The phone buzzes again, I continue to ignore it. It would be rude to answer the phone while working. Especially since John is almost there. I can always tell when he's about to have an orgasm. His voice gets airy and tight.

"That's it John, come all over my pretty tits. Paint my chest and mark me as yours."

He groans my name, and the line goes dead within seconds. He never says thank you and I never want him to. It would feel weird. I pull my headphones off and look at the balance. He tipped double this time. Holy shit. I smile thinking that I've won the jackpot. That is until someone grabs me from behind and clamps their hand over my mouth. The prick of a needle in my skin makes me panic, but I'm out before I can fight.

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The pounding in my head is unbearable. I don't remember anything except I had just made John come over the phone and... Everything bombards me at once. Someone broke into my home and drugged me.

"Don't panic," I whisper to myself, and that's when I notice what I think are panties in my mouth. I try to move my hands, but I can't. They are above my head on the wall. I think.Alright, seriously, don't panic.I repeat to myself, but it doesn't help. I'm shaking with anxiety as I yank on my arms.

“One,” I say to myself.Just close your eyes and think about where you could be.I focus on the sounds first. I hear the dripping of water, so there’s a water line somewhere, right? Alright, good. “Two.”Relax and think about who this could be.It could be the guy from the party. Or it could be Coach. The thought of it being Coach turns me on, but I chastise myself because I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be.

The cold surface I’m on tells me I’m not exactly on a bed, but it doesn’t feel like a hard table either. “Three.” Air fills my lungs as I breathe through my nose and look around. The lights are dim, but they are here, and I can see somewhat of a medical table. I’m lying on my back, and I’m freezing. Shit, my legs are tied to my arms, and I'm bent in half. I finally grasp that when I can't push my legs to get traction. Yeah, the counting isn’t working now. The panic takes hold, and I know I’m about to spiral. Who... who could have done this? I don't know anyone but Jazz, the volleyball team, and Coach. Jazz wouldn't do this. Maybe this is a hazing thing? I don't know, but I'm freaked out.

"You should have stayed at the dorm, Tia."

Coach's voice comes through my terror, but I don't relax. No, I'm too scared to calm down. Why did she drug me?

"And you most definitely shouldn't have logged into your sex portal, Tia."

Why isn't she calling me princess? The lights turn on, and I’m immediately blinded. I flinch and close my eyes to keep from having to see the millions of stars and black spots running rampant in my vision.

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