Clerical Error

An Old Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[m/f, anal, bullying, wardrobe restrictions, choking, abuse]

Week One

First year at college! Delilah couldn’t have been more excited, or terrified. It was her first time away from home, and a whole new experience to boot. She’d gotten a bit of a tour from an odd, friendly gal with dyed hair, and now it was time to settle into her room. She’d checked in and gotten her key, and then made her way to the room, D216. Next to the door were little paper cutouts left by the RA. A cute baby blue sheep with “DELILAH” written on it, and a red wolf shape that read, “ALEX.”

Inside it was a little cramped, compared to what Dee was used to. Most of the floor space was taken up by the furniture, a bunk bed that would be a little small for most but probably fit her just fine, two desks crammed together along one wall, and the last wall taken up by two wardrobes, one of which was almost unreachable due to proximity to the bunk beds.

Delilah brushed back her dark hair, cut to just below her shoulders, and took it all in. This was her room. Hers and Alex’s for the next several months. Her new home, such as it was. Excitement rose alongside the cold nervousness in her stomach.

There was no one else in the room, and no bags, so Delilah figured she was the first to arrive. She didn’t want to be rude, so she decided to take the hard to reach wardrobe and unpacked her stuff. Dee had finished and still no roommate had appeared. She’d been putting off claiming a bed, but there wasn’t much more to do, really. Most people wanted the top bunk, didn’t they? Having a roommate that liked her would be a good start to college life. More importantly, having a roommate that resented her would be horrible.

Delilah chose the bottom bunk, put the sheets and pillow on it, and tucked her luggage away beneath. Still no sign of the mysterious Alex, whoever she was. There was only one thing to do in such a situation: read! Dee broke out her current novel (one of them, anyway) and set to it eagerly. Time passed by, pages turned, and the sun started to sink in the sky.

It was dark when Delilah awoke with a start. The noise of the door opening had roused her. Looking up, she saw the door frame nearly filled with a big, unmistakably masculine shape. He was more than a head taller than Dee, and had a fit, thick build, like a wrestler. He was dressed in a tight athletic shirt and jersey shorts. He blinked at her with dark eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing in my room?” he demanded, though his tone was of confusion rather than hostility.

“Um, what?” Dee’s face grew hot for a moment. No, she wasn’t in the wrong room, that was crazy. “But, this is my room. I’m Delilah.”

The wrestler stepped back and looked at the little cutouts beside the door, then laughed. “Hah! Oh wow, they must have fucked up and thought I was a chick. Savage.” He stepped in and dropped his bags onto the desks with an amused grin. “I’m Alex. Nice to meet you, roomie.”

This time Delilah’s face turned red hot. “W-what? Oh no… I’m sorry. I’ll go tell the office. You can keep the room, I’ll try to get something else. Sorry.” She got up to leave, but he didn’t move out of her way.

“Whoa! Hold on, don’t do that. You tell them and they’ll just stick me with some random dude. This way I don’t have to share dick space!”

Dee blinked, flabbergasted. “Wha… Dick what?”

“Dick space,” Alex reiterated, accusing her of deafness with his condescension. “You know, space for my dick?” He punctuated the last word with a crude gesture of his hands and hips. “Now come on, don’t fuck this up for me. I don’t want to bunk with some sweaty jerkwad. Just be cool. Hell, might even be nice.” He ended his argument with a smirk and a shameless look up and down Delilah’s modest curves.

She couldn’t look him in the eyes, she was too embarrassed. The way he looked at her made her cheeks burn. Dee wasn’t much of a fighter. She wasn’t even really an insister. More of a consenter, if anything. Plus he was blocking the door. “Oh… Okay, um. We can try it, I guess,” she murmured quietly, rubbing one arm with her other hand nervously.

Alex smiled. “Alright! That’s a good girl,” he praised, patting her on the head. “Just keep your mouth shut and we’ll be great. I’m going to bed.” And with that, he climbed to the top bunk and laid down.

Having second thoughts about the wonders of the college experience, Dee got changed into her pajamas under her blanket and turned over to go to sleep. It wasn’t working. Rooming with a boy? That was… insane, right? She thought about it more and more, imagining all the problems, brainstorming potential benefits, weighing how much each thing mattered. As she did so, a little whisper started at the back of her mind.

Delilah had always had a bit of a deviant streak, but it was very carefully suppressed, given release through erotic fanfiction and excessive daydreaming. Now, out on her own and in a situation where lewdness was an actual possibility, the deviant ideations seemed louder than ever.

Trying to clear her head and quiet the anxious tingling in her belly, she resolved to go to the housing office in the morning and sort this out.

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Week Three

Dee was sat hunched on her bed over her laptop, again. Her back was getting sore from always working in that position. She looked forlornly at what was supposed to be her desk. It and the attached chair were covered with Alex’s crap, rendered unusable by the clutter. When she’d tried to clean it herself she’d gotten yelled at.

“Alex?” she asked tentatively. Her roommate was leaning back in his own chair in front of his desk - which was similarly cluttered - and engaged in what Delilah guessed to be at least three text message conversations. He didn’t respond.

“Alex?”

“Oh my god, what?” he snapped, turning to look at her.

She blanched. “Um, could I clean your stuff off my desk, please?”

“Don’t touch my shit, I’ll get to it, okay?” His voice carried frustration, but from where was anyone’s guess. “I’ve just got shit going on, don’t be a bitch.”

“But I need somewhere to sit…” Delilah muttered meekly.

“Then you can sit on my dick, slut!” he shouted, casting her a glare and making a sweeping gesture at his crotch.

Dee pouted and turned her face back to her laptop, a hot flash of blood rushing to her face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Alex said with a tone of self satisfaction before returning to his various texts.

The roommate situation hadn’t been working out, despite Delilah’s best efforts and highest hopes. Alex was an imperialist, and a touchy one at that. What was worse were the inevitable problems of a mixed gender living situation. While Dee felt compelled to change her clothes either in the hall bathroom or under her blankets, she quickly learned that Alex held no such reservations. Or possibly any reservations.

He seemed to be enjoying it, was perhaps the worst part. He kept teasing her, waving his dick in her direction if he caught her looking embarrassed. He would slap her ass or pinch her breast if she got caught out from her little cave of a bunk bed. The constant barrage made Delilah a great deal of uncomfortable, and - to her shame - a little bit aroused from the sheer tension of wondering how far he would push it.

She just tried to stay out of his way. Like when he would bring girls home late at night. Even if Delilah was asleep at the time, they would invariably wake her up, stumbling up the ladder to his bunk and then… Dee would hide her head under the covers, but it did little to stifle the noises or the rocking of the bunk. All those grunts and moans, it was enough to get her trembling. With discomfort, the urge to flee, the fear of his anger if she interrupted them, and once again, that shameful little thrill up her spine.

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Week Seven

Another Friday night, and Delilah was alone in the room. It was a long weekend, and the dorm was quiet. Alex was usually out until after midnight on Fridays, so Dee was taking advantage of the solitude. She sat at his desk, the only sitting space in the room, and was getting some much-needed work done without hurting her back for once.

The living situation remained horrible, but Delilah thought maybe she was starting to adjust to it. She just had to change in the bathroom, stay in her little bed cave when Alex was around to avoid the groping, and not ask him for anything. She didn’t even really mind him bringing home girls anymore, really. Well, okay it still bothered her, but she’d started to just accept it. She’d actually thought a few times about touching herself while listening to him rail into his latest disposable lover, but always immediately dismissed it as far too lewd. She wasn’t a voyeur!

The door slammed open and shut again, and Delilah froze in surprise. It was barely after eleven, and Alex was home already? She stared at him with wide eyes. He looked angry, and there was a stain on his shirt like someone had spilled something on it. Or thrown it there.

“The fuck are you doing in my chair?” he snarled, looming over her menacingly.

“I… I can’t use mine,” she said defensively, shrinking away from him a bit, looking anywhere but at his glare.

“Not my problem, bitch.”

Delilah squeaked a bit, hugging herself. “Why are you so angry?”

Alex roughly tugged off his shirt and tossed it into a pile of dirty laundry, the one covering Delilah’s desk. “Stupid cunt threw a drink in my face, is why! And after stringing me along, fucking bitch. So yeah, I’m pissed. Pissed, horny, and without any pussy. The fuck am I supposed to do now!?”

Dee’s face flushed. He was leaning over her and shouting, and she just wanted him to stop yelling. She started to feel like it was her fault somehow, the way he was glaring at her. “Can’t you just, um… masturbate?” she murmured.

“What did you say to me?” If anything, the suggestion only made Alex angrier. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head to the side, then put his face right in hers, jabbing a finger at her. “Masturbating is for losers who can’t get pussy! I don’t jerk it, and I don’t get fucking blue-balled!”

There was a moment of silence, if one discounted Delilah’s whimper, and a change came over Alex’s eyes as something occurred to him. A cruel little smirk curled his lips and he let his gaze wander over Dee’s body. She was short, not super skinny or heavy. Athletic actually, despite her break from swimming the past couple months. Just enough curve to be enticing.

“Yeah, sure. Why not,” Alex muttered to himself. He gave her hair another tug and growled at her, just for fun. “Alright slut, listen up. You’ve royally pissed me off, and now you’re going to do something about it. Like I said, I am not getting blue-balled tonight, so fucking strip.”

“What!? NO!” Dee shrieked, and tried to pull herself away from him. All she managed to do was wriggle herself out of her chair and onto her knees, his hand still holding her hair in a vice grip.

Alex’s other hand grabbed her jaw and squeezed uncomfortably tight. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told, you little whore. I put up with you long enough. Time to start paying rent for the room. Now strip, before I get really pissed.”

Delilah whimpered again. This couldn’t be happening. Thinking about it, actually, this was probably unavoidable. Under the fear, that insistent little thrill thrummed in her core. Numbing terror aside, Dee figured there wasn’t much she could do. He was bigger and stronger, and she was more scared of what he would do if she disobeyed. Nodding her consent, she started to pull her t-shirt off.

As soon as she did, Alex released her and watched, a smug grin on his lips. The shirt came off, then the blue bra beneath, exposing her B-cups to the naked air and the gaze of her expectant roommate.

“Not bad,” Alex commented. “Too bad you dress like such a prude all the time. Might have to change that.”

Delilah’s face turned another shade closer to crimson, but that was her only reply. Feeling self-conscious and not wanting to drag this out, she pulled her little shorts and panties down in one step, and stood before Alex naked and trembling. She hugged her arms across her bust and looked at the floor, face flushed.

Alex’s pent up frustration didn’t allow for patience. His hands were on her in a second, groping and squeezing his petite roommate roughly, possessively. His mouth went her neck to taste her skin and Delilah let out a tiny mewl, the thrill running up and down her spine like lightning. It took a minute for Alex to get out of his pants while still groping at her, but it wasn’t long before Dee felt his throbbing erection pressed against her abdomen. The poor girl wasn’t sure what to do with herself, so she mostly just squirmed and moaned quietly under his touch, chewing her lower lip in a vain effort to stifle herself.

Fed up with not having his dick wet, Alex broke away, leaving a hickey on Dee’s neck near the clavicle. He bent her over his desk, right on top of her homework, and moved into place. It had hardly been a couple of minutes, but Delilah was already slick. The realized tension of the past couple months made sure of that. She felt the hot tip of his cock press against her lower lips and then thrust in just an instant later, sinking in a few inches. Delilah cried out, going dizzy for a second.

His strong fingers threaded into her hair and pulled her head back and upright. “That’s right, slut. You love it. How long you been fantasizing about my dick?” More thrusts followed the first, each burying a bit more of Alex’s cock in her tight crevice. Dee let out a soft cry each time, whimpering even as her juices flowed faster and eased his successive thrusts. Soon she felt him fill her completely, and a few firm thrusts later he’d managed to make a little more room and bottom out inside her, his hips meeting her taut little butt.

“God damn you’re tight,” he hissed, grabbing her waist roughly and pausing for a moment, leaving himself buried to the hilt. “You stupid bitch, you should have told me your pussy felt so good.” He slapped her ass hard, eliciting a sharp cry from Delilah. “Apologize.”

“Wha-what?”

He slapped her ass again, harder. “Did I fucking stutter!? Apologize for keeping this pussy from me for so long, you uptight slut.”

Delilah choked on her voice for a second, her whole body quaking around his invading member. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she mumbled, shifting her hips to try to adjust to the intrusion between her legs. It didn’t help much, but it did send another tingling jolt up her spine.

“Damn right you are,” Alex said, taking hold of her waist again. “Time to break you in.” That was apparently what amounted to foreplay with Alex, and at that point he set about hammering his frustrations into Delilah from behind. He hissed against her resisting tightness, but didn’t slow. The desk rocked against its neighbor, Delilah bit a finger to stifle her screams, and the sound of hard bodies slapping wetly together filled the room.

Dee’s head was swimming, each punishing thrust sending a jolt through her body and flashing stars behind her eyes, for the first few minutes at least. She shifted as much as she could, and eventually she was able to see straight, mostly. To her utter surprise, she felt herself very nearly oozing around the pounding shaft in her nethers, the discomfort blending with the sparking bolts of pleasure as Alex worked through his various frustrations with his hips. Delilah was panting and moaning more than anything now. She still felt the urge to scream, but for a somewhat different reason. Delilah still felt overwhelmed, but the feeling was no longer entirely unpleasant. It was quickly turning into quite the opposite, actually.

Grabbing her hair again, Alex pulled her up against his chest, still thrusting away if perhaps a little slower. “You feel good, slut,” he growled in her ear, reaching around to paw roughly at her breasts. “Can’t believe you didn’t give it up earlier, selfish bitch. That’s fucked up, and you’re going to make it up to me. Know how?”

Delilah answered by way of a helpless mewl and a shake of her head. Alex’s hand moved from her hair to her throat, closing just enough to making getting air difficult for her without cutting it off. Her body tensed up, and she squirmed against him pathetically.

Alex snarled at her, giving an extra hard little thrust to drive his point home. “You’re going to do what I say, when I say, and you’re not going to bitch about it. Consider yourself mine, slut. Any time I want that pussy, I get it. I tell you to swallow my cock, you do it. And don’t fucking talk to me unless I tell you to, nobody wants to hear your whining. Understand?”

Dee choked on a sob, but a tremor ran through her as she listened to his words. She answered by nodding as much as she could with his hand around her throat, and he let her breathe free again. There was no more need for words. Alex bent her over the desk again and pistoned into her like a jackhammer, garnering another round of those unique screams that blended pain and pleasure into one ecstatic cry.

Delilah felt her climax hit like a truck, and it threw the room into spinning confusion. A minute later Alex pulled out and painted her back and ass with several thick spurts of his cum. She didn’t remember the rest of the night, but she had an unfamiliar taste in her mouth when she woke up the next morning.

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Week Nine

Delilah lounged on her bed, reading for her Lit class, covered by a couple blankets. It was getting colder as fall made the transition into winter, but Dee wasn’t allowed to wear much in the room anymore. She could be in panties and either a bra or a t-shirt with nothing underneath. If Alex caught her in anything else he would spank her and then fuck her particularly hard. Sometimes she risked it. And sometimes she got caught on purpose, if she was in that kind of mood. Not today, though. Today was panties and a t-shirt. At least it was a comfortable dress code.

Really, Delilah was feeling better about the living situation since… the change. Alex was still a huge, selfish, greedy jerk, but at least now Delilah knew more or less what to expect and how to handle it. She’d had to start taking birth control, because Alex didn’t want to “waste” condoms on her, but that wasn’t any big deal. Dee kept telling herself it wasn’t that bad, all things considered. And if there was ever an argument, it was resolved pretty quickly. Alex would just angry-fuck her, get off, and be pretty much pacified for a while. It was an improvement.

Dee heard his voice in the hall and quickly tucked her book away and uncovered herself. It was better if he didn’t have to ask. The door opened and Alex entered, but he wasn’t alone. There was some tall, blond girl on his arm. The girl blinked at Delilah and then shot Alex an incredulous glance.

“And who is that, exactly?” the blond asked expectantly.

Alex waved his hand dismissively. “What, that? Don’t worry about her, she’s just the live-in cumdump I use if I can’t find anything better.”

The blond laughed, then seemed to realize that he was being serious. She looked at Delilah again, who glanced away shyly. “Aw, she’s cute. Hey, does she eat pussy?”

“She does whatever the fuck I tell her,” Alex asserted. “Isn’t that right, slut?”

Delilah swallowed hard, but nodded obediently. Did he plan to… share her?

The blonde knelt down beside the bed and ran a finger down the side of Delilah’s face, looking her over curiously, a little smirk on her lips. “Hey there, cutie,” she said with a flirtatious undertone. “Let’s be friends, okay?”

Before Dee could formulate a response, the blond’s lips were on hers, and she was being pushed onto her back while the other girl climbed on top of her. She heard the click of the door as Alex shut it, and a few seconds later the sound of his zipper being undone and his pants being tossed to the floor. It was such a familiar sound that she quivered with excitement out of reflex, and her arms wrapped around the blond timidly.

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Week Ten

Delilah panted heavily into Alex’s pillow, hair matted to her face with sweat, her hips lifted slightly above the bed. With each breath she inhaled a strong dose of his scent, and it floated in her mind like a musky fog. She could feel the heat of him crouched over her, unable to sit up fully for the low ceiling. He tossed the little bottle of lube next to her, and Dee heard him rubbing the fluid over his cock with his hand. They had already been at it for nearly an hour.

“Fuck it,” he had said. “Your pussy’s not good enough tonight. I’m finishing in your ass.”

This would be the third time that Alex - or anyone - had taken Delilah’s backdoor. It was still a bit sensitive, but she had learned not to argue. As Alex had made clear, it wasn’t a request.

Slick and ready, Alex pushed into her ass without preamble or precaution. He moaned the whole way in. Dee bit the pillow and screamed, her legs quaking and flexing. Her head swam in that now familiar ocean of dark bliss, and her scream drifted off into a quivering moan.

“Ahh, that’s better,” Alex breathed once his full girth had disappeared up her ass. “Might have to make you a full-time buttslut. Least until I ruin that hole too,” he chuckled with casual malice. His thick arm slid under Delilah’s neck and back around, then squeezed a little to complete the choke.

Dee tensed and jerked a little, a tiny gurgle of protest as her air was cut off, but she didn’t fight him any more than that. He did this sometimes, and she wasn’t really in any position to stop him. Alex set off with his rough thrusting, pounding into her backside with a pleased grin on his face. Dee’s cries never made it past the choke hold, but they kept trying, adding a series of strained choking noises to the ambient sounds of Alex’s grunting and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

Feeling herself climbing to the second peak of the night, Dee desperately wanted to touch herself, but Alex got insulted if she did that when he was fucking her, so she restrained herself. It was difficult to focus past the pressure on her throat and the heavy hammering in her ass anyway, so she just rode it out. His thrusting got more insistent, more savage, and more screams died out in Delilah’s pinched throat. The room spun, darkened, and then went totally black.

Dee fell limp under Alex, but he didn’t notice. He was too focused on getting himself off in her. He succeeded less than a minute later, bursting spurt after spurt of flowing warmth deep into her backside. He released her neck and panted for a while, catching his breath. She sucked in a breath and coughed briefly, but didn’t move. Once he actually turned his attention to the small girl beneath him, it wasn’t hard for Alex to figure out that he’d choked her out.

He laughed a bit, shaking his head, and then rested his weight on her back. Since he was plenty comfortable already, Alex didn’t feel the need to move. He just relaxed and closed his eyes, dozing on top of her with his dick still buried in her ass.

“Sweet dreams, cock-warmer,” he chuckled before dozing off.

Delilah woke with warm pressure weighing her down. Both her holes were sore, and she could feel him still inside her. There wasn’t any way to get up without disturbing him, and that was a bad idea, so she just decided that she might as well sleep here tonight. After the exhausting session, she fell asleep easily.

A short while later, Dee was woken up by the stiffening of Alex’s cock in her ass as he slept. Resist as she might, the fascinating sensation made her squirm and she let out a few little moans. Alex woke up, mostly. He didn’t say anything, just sort of grunted and lifted himself slightly. At first Dee thought he was going to let her up, but instead she felt his hands on her hips, and her eyes widened a bit.

He fucked her ass again, fast and rough, using her backdoor as a cock-sleeve. Delilah bit into the pillow and wailed in that uncomfortable joy that was becoming a simple fact of life. Alex blew another load into her, and this time Dee was able to feel the warm spreading inside her. She shuddered and sighed with peculiar contentment. Then he fell asleep on her again, and she quickly followed suit.

The same thing followed after the sun came up, to take care of Alex’s morning wood. Dee could hardly sit the whole next day, but again she just told herself it wasn’t so bad, all things considered.