Misc. Erotica College Ordeal - Breaking A College Topper

[masterofvilla]

Chapter 1: Seeds Of Obsession

The farmhouse stood at the edge of a sprawling, barren field, its once-white walls now faded and cracked, with ivy crawling stubbornly up the sides. 

The roof, once a proud shade of red, had lost its vibrancy, its tiles chipped and worn. 

The air around the farmhouse was thick with the scent of decay and neglect. 

Inside, the walls were streaked with the residue of cigarette smoke, and the floors were littered with empty liquor bottles, crumpled cigarette packs, and the occasional scattering of weed. 

It was a place where Rashid spent most of his time nowadays, where the world outside seemed to not matter for him.

Rashid sat in front of the laptop, wearing nothing but his underwear. 

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. 

He took a long drag from a cigarette, his hand shaking as he held it. 

He had been looking at the photos for hours, his mind filled with dirty thoughts about this girl.

She was a young woman with pretty features and a confident smirk that seemed to challenge the world. 

Her face had a grace that Rashid found both captivating and infuriating.

He held a phone to his ear, his voice low and gravelly as he spoke to someone on the other end. 

"You see, my friend," Rashid said, his tone laced with a mix of resentment and obsession, 

"this girl... she's different. She's got this attitude, this way of carrying herself like she owns the world. 

And that confidence... it's not just confidence. It's arrogance. She thinks she's better than everyone else."

The man on the other end of the line responded, his voice muffled and indistinct, but Rashid didn't need to hear him clearly to know what he was saying. 

He could sense the agreement, the shared sentiment. "Yes, exactly," Rashid continued. 

"She needs to be taught a lesson. She needs to know that she's not invincible, that she's not above everyone else."

There was a pause, and Rashid could almost hear the man's thoughts. "But, Why her?" the man asked finally.

Rashid leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the photos on the screen. 

"There's something about her," he said, his voice softening slightly, but still carrying an edge. 

"She's pretty, yes, but it's more than that. 

It's the way she moves, the way she interacts with people. 

She thinks she's a queen, and everyone else is just a pawn."

"You remember the story I told you about that hottie Ritika, I had her only for three days. 
But this girl, she will have to bear my wrath for years." Rashid said grudgingly.

The man on the phone laughed, a rough, gravelly sound. "She deserves it," he said.

Rashid smiled, a cold, calculated smile. 

"Oh, she does. And I'm going to make sure she gets exactly what she deserves."

After the call ended, Rashid sat in silence for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the photos. 

He could feel the resentment burning inside him, the obsession that had been growing for months. 

He had helped the man on the phone get into the prestigious college, pulling strings and making calls, and now it was time for the man to repay the favor. 

Rashid had a plan, for bringing her under his control.

He scrolled through the photos again, each one fueling his anger and his desire. 

His men had taken these pictures without her knowledge, sneaking shots when she wasn't looking, capturing moments when she was unaware. 

He was drawn to her, to the fire that burned inside her, to the strength that she wore like a shield.

But he wanted to break that shield, to shatter the confidence that made her so formidable. 

He wanted her to know what it felt like to be weak, to be vulnerable, to be at the mercy of someone else. 

And he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

As he scrolled through her pictures, Rashid's mind began to wander to darker places. 

He imagined grabbing the girl, tying her wrists behind her back with a leash. 

He pictured her knees dig into the cold floor of his bedroom as he yanked on the leash, forcing her to crawl towards him.

"You're mine now, bitch," he growled. "I'm going to use you however I want."

Rashid closed his eyes, lost in the depraved world his imagination created. 

He could almost hear her cries of pain and protest as he used her. 

His own breathing grew heavy as he touched himself, moaning softly.

He jerked in his chair with a groan, the fantasy overwhelming his senses. 

Cumming into his pants. He gasped for breath, chest heaving, the intense pleasure leaving him lightheaded.

But the satisfaction was short-lived. That hollowness crept into his heart again, the desperate need to have her for real. 

To rewrite those sick daydreams in blood and flesh.

He had to have her. No matter what it took.

And then his mind wavered back to the day since the incident. 

It had been two months since everything changed for Rashid. 

Since she entered his mind and never left.

He could still feel the sting of her slap. 

And see the look in her eyes when she had done it. 

That look that he couldn't forget.

And now he had her right where he wanted her now. 

And he would make sure she paid for every bit of the humiliation she had shown him...even if it took everything he had.