Chapter 7: Morning After
The first light of dawn was a gray intruder in Raven’s dungeon. It painted faint stripes across the floor, illuminating the wreckage of the night. Abigail woke to the heavy, possessive weight of Raven’s arm draped across her waist, and the dull, deep ache between her legs. It was a constant, throbbing reminder. She felt… used. Stamped. The feeling should have horrified her. Instead, a slow, warm pulse of satisfaction echoed the ache.
A low groan came from her left. Codi was already awake, staring at the black velvet canopy above, her eyes wide. Lilith stirred behind her, nuzzling into Codi’s neck. “Mmm. Morning, cow,” she mumbled, her voice rough with sleep.
Raven’s hand slid from Abigail’s waist to between her thighs, her fingers pressing lightly against her sore, swollen lips. “Sleep well?” she asked, her voice a low, knowing purr right in Abigail’s ear.
Abigail could only nod, a shiver wracking her frame.
“Good.” Raven’s fingers retreated, only to curl into Abigail’s hair, guiding her head down. “Now. We’re stiff. Fix it.”
The command was absolute. There was no question, no hesitation. Abigail moved, her body obeying before her mind could form a protest. She shifted down the bed, the scent of their mingled sex potent and overwhelming. Raven was already half-hard, her cock a heavy, warm weight against Abigail’s cheek.
Beside them, Lilith had coaxed Codi into the same position with a soft, commanding whisper. “C’mon, sweet thing. Open up.”
The morning was filled with the sounds of their submission. Gagging, wet, sloppy sounds. The girls serviced them with a frantic, desperate energy that felt born from the night before. It was no longer just a forced act; it was a need to please, to prove they were worthy of the ownership that had been so brutally bestowed. They swallowed every bitter, salty drop, their throats working until the goths were spent, hands tangled in their hair.
The walk to school was a blur. Every step sent a jolt through Abigail’s sore body. She felt the goths’ cum, a hidden, sloshing warmth inside her, a secret she carried through the bright, ordinary hallways. Raven and Lilith walked ahead, their presence a dark orbit that cleared a path. Just before they split off, Raven turned, her green eyes locking with Abigail’s. She didn’t speak. She just smirked, reached back, and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to Abigail’s ass through her jeans. The sound echoed in the crowded hall. Laughter. Whispers. Abigail’s face burned, but a hot, shameful thrill coiled in her gut.
Lilith did the same to Codi, a playful yet possessive smack. “See you at lunch, my little heifer,” she winked, before they disappeared into the throng of students.
Codi grabbed Abigail’s arm, her grip tight. “Bathroom. Now.”
They pushed into the first-floor girls’ room, a sterile space of white tiles and cheap mirrors. It was empty. Codi leaned against the sink, her chest heaving. “What the hell is happening to us, Abbie?”
“I don’t know,” Abigail whispered, staring at her reflection. She looked the same. Mousy brown hair, too-large glasses. But her eyes… her eyes were different. Darker. Haunted.
“They… they own us,” Codi said, the words a shaky exhale. “They actually fucking own us. And last night… that thing they did… I’ve never felt anything like that. It was like she was trying to fuck her way into my soul.”
“I know.” Abigail’s voice was barely audible. The memory of Raven’s final, deep thrust, the feeling of being filled to bursting, flashed behind her eyes. Her knees felt weak.
“It’s wrong. This is so, so wrong,” Codi insisted, but she was stepping closer, her gaze dropping to Abigail’s mouth.
“It is,” Abigail agreed, her own eyes tracing the line of Codi’s neck, remembering the marks Lilith had left there.
Their rational words were a thin veneer over a raging, shared need. The air between them crackled. Codi closed the final inch, her mouth crashing into Abigail’s. It wasn’t gentle or curious. It was a desperate, sloppy replay of what had been done to them. Tongues dueling, hands grabbing at clothes, they fed on each other’s shame and arousal, trying to recapture the brutal, world-ending feeling of being possessed. Abigail’s back hit the cold tile of the stall, Codi’s body pressing against hers, a frantic, clumsy imitation of their goths.
A simultaneous vibration buzzed against both their hips.
They broke apart, panting, lips swollen. With trembling hands, they pulled out their phones.
The messages were from two unknown numbers, now saved in their contacts.
Raven: Meet us at Lilith’s car at lunch.
Lilith: Gonna dump a few loads into our cows. Don’t be late.
The texts were a command, a violation, a promise. They should have felt sick. They should have deleted the numbers and run.
Abigail looked at Codi. Codi looked back. There was no more rational discussion. There was only the pounding in their blood and the empty, aching void between their legs that only one thing could fill.
Lilith’s beat-up sedan was parked in the far corner of the student lot, isolated by a row of dumpsters. The girls approached like sleepwalkers. The back door was unlocked.
They slid in. The interior smelled of stale smoke, cheap perfume, and them. Raven and Lilith were already there, waiting. The doors locked with a heavy thunk.
“Took you long enough,” Raven said, her voice a low growl. “We’ve been waiting. Getting hard thinking about these tight little cunts.”
There was no preamble, no seduction. It was a reclamation. Hands pulled down their jeans and panties, shoving them forward over the center console. The front seats were pushed all the way back. Raven took Abigail, pulling her onto her lap, guiding herself inside with a single, brutal thrust that punched the air from Abigail’s lungs. Lilith did the same with Codi in the passenger seat.
The car was filled with the sound of it. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin, the creak of worn suspension, the guttural, hungry noises from the goths and the choked, overwhelmed cries from the nerds. It was faster, rougher than the night before, a raw, animalistic claiming under the harsh midday sun. Anyone could have seen.
“You’re just… fucking… holes… for us…” Raven grunted into Abigail’s ear, her hips pistoning.
“Our personal… milk cows…” Lilith groaned, her hands gripping Codi’s hips hard enough to bruise.
It was over quickly, a frantic, desperate coupling. The goths came with twin roars, their bodies stiffening, pumping hot, thick pulses deep inside the trembling girls. They held them there, impaled, for a long minute, before pushing them off.
Abigail and Codi collapsed into the footwells of the back seat, a tangled, spent mess of limbs and leaking cum. They panted, staring at the stained fabric of the ceiling.
Raven leaned over the seat, looking down at them with a condescending smile. “Good cows. You know your purpose now.” She tossed a half-empty packet of wet wipes onto Abigail’s stomach. “Clean up. You’ve got class.”
The goths got out, adjusted their clothes, and walked away without a backward glance, leaving them alone in the silent, reeking car. The doors were still locked from the outside. Trapped with the evidence of their surrender, the girls could only lie there, feeling the warm, sticky proof of their new lives seep slowly into their skin.