Roommate's Rx Revenge - Ch. 01

Hello Literotica! After being an avid reader of all sorts of smut on this wonderful website for as far as I can remember, I've decided to publish my own first story. Well, technically this isn't my first attempt at writing erotica, but it is my first work that hasn't been written completely disjointed. I'm almost done with Chapter 2 and have some good ideas for the story, but I'm always open for suggestions and critique! You can expect this story to have elements of non-consent and draw inspiration from internet pornography culture, but I will do my best to explore some human connection as well. Just don't expect too much from a novice writer, but do enjoy! Thank you.

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Chapter 1:

Erin wore a smirk on her face as she went through the motions of driving home from work. This afternoon she had left work early, so there was considerably much less traffic than usual. In fact, Erin hardly had to focus on the road in front of her, so she was gleefully lost in thought about the long weekend she had planned for herself and her bitch of a roommate, Amy.

The two girls had been roommates for well over eight months, and they had gotten along well for about the first four. Then, some time around the past Christmas season, Amy's long-time boyfriend broke up with her and Amy began to change for the worst.

Amy fell into a funk, and over the course of the next few months, became a slob of a roommate and got fired from her retail job. These days, Amy lazed around their apartment, doing anything but contributing to household chores. Amy had also begun to abuse alcohol and drank wine from the moment she awoke, until the moment she inevitably passed out--often on the living room couch. Erin wondered how Amy afforded all her Doordash orders of food and wine, while still being able to make her share of the rent. That was until this past month, when Amy begged Erin to cover her on rent too. Amy promised that she had applied to jobs and would make up for falling short next month. Erin knew that was a lie.

When all of this had started, Erin had felt bad for Amy and gave her gentle reminders that she was living in a shared space. But as the weeks and months went on, Erin began to harbor resentment for Amy. She became more snappy with her remarks, which seemed to have worked at first. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Amy to go back to being useless. At some point, Erin stopped trying to change Amy and began enacting a plan that would not only get her some revenge, but maybe even help Amy in the long-run.

Erin had very quickly learned of some of Amy's demons when she began to monitor Amy's internet activity two months ago. Erin had had suspicions about Amy's claims of her job hunt, and had realized that as the account holder of the apartment's WiFi, she could gain access to Amy's internet searches. Unable to resist her curiosity, Erin found herself sifting through weeks of their shared digital footprint.

Unsurprisingly, Amy's last job search had been non-existent. What Erin didn't expect to learn was that her roommate had a nasty porn habit. Hours upon hours of porn had been streamed by Amy, typically during the hours Erin was at work, or late at night when Erin slept. At first, the revelation had been shocking to Erin. She felt guilty for snooping on Amy's browsing habits. Her curiosity got the better of her, however, and she kept looking into the porn that Amy was consuming so much of. Erin learned that Amy had a strong interest in dominant-submissive relationships and had no reservations about straight, lesbian, or even gay porn. From solo scenes to gangbang orgies, the pathetic slut watched it all!

Learning all of this made Erin even angrier at her roommate. Instead of contributing to chores or getting out and finding a job, Amy was getting drunk and cumming her brains out all day. Meanwhile, Erin cleaned up after Amy's messes just to maintain her own sanity. It didn't sit right with her.

In fact, over the next few weeks, this began to bother Erin so much, she was finding it difficult to sleep. Erin would stay up, waiting until she'd hear the moans and squeals start in the next room over. Some nights she even found herself trying to count how many times she thought Amy had cum. Each crescendo of Amy's moans made Erin's disdain for her roommate stronger. How dare she spend her days in such throes of passion while Erin got little rest at work or home?

Inevitably, Erin's dreams had been impacted too. She'd dream of dominating Amy like she'd seen in some of those videos. Making Amy bow at her feet and beg to please her Mistress. After weeks of these dreams that left her underwear soaked by the morning, Erin had an idea of how she could make her fantasy a reality.

You see, Erin worked for a pharmaceutical company that was at the forefront of pharmacological innovation. Some of the best of modern medicine that was available on the market had come from the laboratories of her employers. But as successful as many of their creations had been, there were also drugs that failed to produce the desired results. Or, the development of such drugs had taken a backseat to allow the chemists to focus on other more promising creations. These compounds were not often destroyed, especially if the company felt that research could resume at a later date. Instead, these drugs were stored in a secure room within the lab and were periodically audited by Erin herself.

One such drug that had lost its funding, was first being developed to aid in increasing libido for both men and women. And it had worked to do just that in the rats it was tested on. The rats, young or old, seemed to want to do nothing but mate once consuming the drug.

The problem with this drug presented itself when researchers realized that the rats could not seem to finish. The rats remained in this frenzied state until they became too exhausted to continue mating, then resumed sexual activity after waking. Just a miniscule amount of this experimental drug had shown to affect the rats for weeks at a time. The researchers recorded having to go as far as separating the rats just so they'd finally eat and drink water. Scientists behind the compound struggled for months to find a solution, but ultimately the project was shelved. And it had been shelved for at least a decade at this point, so the likelihood of the project resuming was nearly zero.

Erin knew it was crazy and that she could face very serious repercussions if she were caught, but the thrill of it all had pushed her into stealing a small amount of the drug. A negligible amount, that she hoped could be explained as the product degrading over time, in the rare case anyone bothered to double-check her paperwork. In the two years Erin had worked there, the consistency of her logs had only been checked by her boss once. Her boss trusted her, and that worked for Erin.

In fact, Erin was grinning as she pulled into her apartment complex's parkade. She had already enacted the first part of her plan the night before.

She had not only already stolen the drug she needed, but had slipped it into Amy's wine bottle while Amy was in the washroom. And Erin was certain it had worked when Amy suddenly went red in the face and dismissed herself to her room during dinner, a mere twenty minutes later. As Erin readied herself for bed, she could hear Amy through her door. Amy had not bothered to wait for Erin to go to bed before beginning her session that night. When Erin woke up for work early this morning, she had been delighted to hear that Amy was still going. Had the poor slut been able to sleep at all?

At work, Erin had been unable to focus on much else but how the drug might be affecting Amy at that moment. Erin worried that the effects would wear off too soon and that Amy would already be enjoying orgasm after orgasm. The drug had never been tested on humans, afterall.

Erin's worries had quickly been squashed when she checked Amy's search history and found, "can't reach orgasm" and "can't stop masturbating," among the seemingly endless number of porn videos streamed since the drug had been administered. Erin realized how wet her own panties had become and decided that she would leave work early before the long weekend. Now that she was taking the elevator up to her floor, her heart was beating out of her chest almost as hard as it had been when she stole the experimental drug.

Erin had spent countless hours thinking on how she would confront Amy and make Amy her bitch, but realized that she'd have to play it by ear. She'd have to make up lies to gain control over the situation. But none of her mental simulations would have prepared her for what she witnessed as she opened her front door.

As Erin stepped into her apartment, the smell of sex and sweat shot to her nose before she to registered  the sounds as well. A cacophony of moans, squelches and smacks barraged Erin's ears as she stepped further into the apartment. Amy was writhing on the living room couch, drilling a dildo into herself with one hand and holding a wand vibrator to her clit with the other. Loud porn played on the TV, Amy's laptop, and even her phone. Erin froze, shocked by the brazen and raw nature of Amy's self-indulgence. Amy didn't even seem to notice Erin was there. Instead she had her eyes closed, muttering, "please," repeatedly through gritted teeth. When Erin noticed the damp patches all over her expensive couch, she finally spoke.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Erin yelled, enraged at the state of her furniture.

Amy's eyes shot open and she screamed in surprise. Amy released her sex toys to shield her intimate places against Erin's piercing eyes, causing the the rubber dildo to shoot out of her pussy and coat pussy juice along the otherwise pristine rug. Amy's eyes darted around the room for her clothes or a towel to cover herself, but she had not brought any of those out when she decided that putting porn on the big screen TV might put her over the edge of her elusive orgasm. The porn that was still playing on three screens around her. It was all too much for Amy, who sprinted into her room and slammed the door behind her.

Erin took a moment to calm herself before turning off all of Amy's devices. She could feel that her body was burning from not only rage but also the raw sexual arousal of what she had witnessed. She proceeded to clean up yet another one of Amy's messes hoping the wet patches on her couch and rug from that slut's pussy wouldn't leave behind permanent stains. The bitch already owed her a month of rent. After spending a few minutes thinking over how to approach Amy, Erin walked over to Amy's door. As she approached to knock, she could hear Amy both sobbing and moaning. For just a moment, Erin's heart panged with guilt. Had this already gone too far? Realizing that her actions could not be undone, Erin knocked on the bedroom door. Amy fell silent and did not respond right away.

"One minute," she finally answered. Moments later, "Come in."

Erin opened the door slowly and stepped into Amy's room. Amy's room was in absolute chaos. The level of disarray that could only have been achieved over the course of months of neglect. As Erin's eyes finally drifted to Amy, she saw that the girl was lying under her blanket but obviously still naked. Despite the slow movements, Erin could clearly see that Amy was still pleasuring herself with one hand under her blanket.

"I'm so sorry, Erin. I-I don't know what came over me," Amy stammered. "It won't happen again."

Erin tried not to laugh as she responded. "Again? It's happening right now."

"What?" Amy responded before realizing and pulling her hand away from her sex with a grunt. "Something is happening to me Erin. I don't know what."

"What do you mean?" Erin asked, trying to sound caring.

Amy, who was already flushed, turned a deeper shade of red than Erin had ever seen her before she covered her face with her wet hands. "I can't cum."

Erin looked at Amy with her best clueless expression as she waited for Amy to elaborate. As she watched the girl remove her hands from her face, she finally saw how tired Amy looked. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her skin was flushed, but it was clear to see in her eyes.

"Look, I usually cum... a few times a day," Amy started.

Erin almost cracked upon hearing that.

"But today, I can't seem to get there and I'm sorry I was thinking with my clit and I didn't think you'd be home so soon and..."

Amy was rambling so Erin cut her off: "You ruined my fucking couch."

"I'll pay you back," Amy pleaded, "I'm expecting to get a call back for an interview any day now. My first pay cheque, I'll..."

"Stop bullshitting me." Erin interrupted again. "I'm sorry, but I've seen your search history and you haven't applied to any jobs in months."

Amy was frozen, so Erin continued: "All you do is get drunk and masturbate all day. I've seen all of that too."

Now, Amy was the reddest that Erin had ever seen her.

"Maybe you can't cum because your subconscious is protesting." Erin added, pleased with her improvisation.

"Protesting...?" Amy trailed off. The same hand which she had removed from her pussy moments ago was already back to work, rubbing her clit in circles under her blanket.

"Amy, you and I both know that deep down you don't want to keep living how you are. All of this drinking and lazing around masturbating might have caught up to you," Erin continued.

Amy's eyes were closed now, but she nodded.

"Amy, please." Erin said sternly.

Once again, Amy's eyes shot open and this time they quickly welled in tears. They then rolled to the back of her head as she shuddered in masturbatory bliss. Erin wanted to jump the girl's bones, but she kept up her act.

"The mind is a powerful thing. I think what you subconsciously crave is to get your life back on track and your mind has had about enough of the alcohol and orgasm induced feel-good chemicals. That's why your orgasm is eluding you." Erin spat out matter-of-factly.

"But what do I dooo? I'm so horny it hurts." Amy whined then quickly removed the blanket covering her body. Her right hand was pumping her middle and ring fingers hastily into her pussy while her left hand shot straight to her swollen clit and began rubbing relentlessly. Amy had her eyes shut tight again and was once again moaning and grunting as if Erin was no longer there. Amy's pussy was leaking more juice than Erin thought could be humanly possible. Seeing the large puddle soaking into Amy's sheets and the sheen of sweat on her body, Erin suddenly remembered the rat study.

Erin hurried into the kitchen and saw no evidence that Amy had had any food or water in the day. No unwashed dishes in the sink or empty fast food bags on the counter.

"Fuck, maybe this was a mistake," Erin muttered to herself as she hurried to prepare dinner for herself and Amy. She could still hear Amy wailing from the room behind her. Erin's own pussy was throbbing, but she needed to gain control of this situation as much as possible.

As she cooked, Erin's mind drifted to one of the many videos in Amy's search history that she had viewed. At the start of this video, Erin recalled, the main actress had been bound by collar and chain to a post in a dingy basement, but what had caught her attention was between the actress' legs. A sort of underwear or belt that completely blocked off any access to her pussy. Erin quickly searched Google to find that the actress had been wearing a chastity belt. Within a few more minutes, Erin was ordering one of these chastity belts. As Erin continued to finish cooking dinner, she heard Amy speak behind her.

"Erin, can I watch porn on the TV, please. I need it."

Erin turned around to see Amy, standing in the kitchen, still naked and still pumping her fingers into her drooly pussy. Suddenly, the anger of the state of her couch came back to her. The pleading look on Amy's face also reminded Erin what she had learned about Amy through her porn searches: she was a submissive slut, craving dominance.

"Your disgusting pussy has already ruined my living room enough," Erin growled.

"I'll put a towel down, please, I'll be more careful," Amy grunted as she swayed in her pleasure.

"What your stupid, slut self will do is make up for ruining my furniture by ruining your face instead."  Erin spoke, overwhelmed with lust herself.

Amy didn't seem to understand, so Erin continued.

"That leaky pussy of yours is just going to soak through every towel we have. The couch is already ruined so spare the towels. What I want you to do is wipe the juices from your insatiable pussy onto your pathetic face." Erin spat out. "And your hair, and your tits, and wherever else that is your body and not this apartment. I don't care how close you might be to finally cumming. Your gross cunt juice should only be covering you."

Erin hadn't even finished saying all of that before Amy was complying. Leaning against the wall now, she brought her stringy, wet fingers to her face and her hair every so often, coating herself in her desperation.

"Good girl," Erin offered, causing Amy to buckle. "Now, you need to take a break to eat, then you can watch your porn on the big screen as much as you like."

"Thank you, Erin." Amy replied, balling up her fists as she pulled her hands from her pussy.

Erin felt an urge to correct Amy. To make her address her as Mistress. But Erin decided to be patient. With a smile, she plated the food while Amy hurried to find a video. As the roommates began to eat, the cumslut on screen took load after load onto her face in the bukkake scene. Erin instead watched Amy as she used her free hand to rub her pussy juice into her face and hair in sync with each load of ejaculation in the chosen scene.

Erin thought about making Amy wash the dishes, but decides to wait until she had the chastity belt. As Erin got herself ready for bed, Amy sank into a loop of fingering herself until her hand was soaked, then deposting all her girlcum onto herself.   By now her face and neck were already glistening and her hair was getting there. Erin felt like getting herself off before bed, but once again felt a small pang guilt over her roommate's state. Erin decided she'd ride out the denial alongside Amy for now.

Before heading to her room for some much-needed sleep, Erin placed a full bottle of water on the coffee table. "Your nasty cunt is gonna dehydrate you if it keeps up like that. Don't forget to drink this water."

Amy responded in whines and grunts and a weak nod. She was transfixed on the screen, her face contorted and flushed. He breasts bounced wildly as she nearly hyperventilated.

Finally, Erin's collapsed into her bed to drifted into another night of sexually charged dreams with Amy's strained moans from the living room guiding her there. In her dreams, Erin saw the porn scenes she had been watching and Amy was the star of them all.