Torture

Jen walked beside me and invited me to sit in a lounge chair. She pulled one directly in front of me and took her seat. I really didn't know how to respond...

"A gift?"
"Magnus, you can't play dumb with me."

Her voice was soft and mellow compared to her assertive presentation. The accent was more pronounced, but I could understand her perfectly. I sat looking at her for a moment. She reclined in the chair and stretched one leg straight up to her chest and hugged it before bending her knee and placing her foot up in front of her against her butt. Her ensemble, yellow short shorts and small white top, revealed more than her midriff and her pert, athletic body was somehow framed in sensuality now that she was clothed. Her pale skin seemed to have an appearance of pristine smoothness. She was a senior at 22, which gave her a presence of authority despite her pixie-like stature. She rested her head on her knee and continued...

"Jim told me you know. He told me you found Vanessa's memoirs by yourself. Then he revealed two of the others as well. Have you discovered the identity of Immortal Beloved?"
"No, I haven't."
"She wasn't in the room, but all the others were. These girls have been watching your blog for months. Each and every one of them has fallen for you."
"Fallen for me?"
"They lust over your battle, your poetry, your quest for personal sovereignty. They find it empowering and exiting. We all do. At first they identified with your humble vulnerability to the whims of society; your fight against internal demons and your dedication to your beliefs. It was only inspirational...at first."

"At first you were a complete mystery. No one even knew you were real. Stacy found your blog and sent it to some other girls on the volleyball team. You became a fascination. There was an online community of girls who would chat about creative ways to tempt you...it was funny really, nothing serious. Things like "Maria and I are going to sneak into the dorm shower and assault him," or, "I'm going to hide in his closet overnight and surprise him..." That sort of thing went on for a few weeks. Then, the group discovered Vanessa's anonymous blog...dozens of posts about her infatuation with you. Soon after that the chat group became less popular. Instead of joking around, there was this voyeuristic tendency to see Vanessa's impossible love interest unfold. It got rather randy as you know, and the drama intensified as she began responding to your blogs. There was this sudden curiosity...is Magnus directing his posts toward Vanessa?"

I sat up. "No, none of them. Well, none at first."

"Shut up and let me finish. Regardless, all the girls thought you were. They began starting their own anonymous blogs about their infatuation with you. They started responding to your cues about red sweaters and they tried to get your attention secretly. They wanted material to write about in their saucy stories to outdo the other girls. It became this challenge...who could tear Magnus' impenetrable moral fabric through their irresistible romance blog? Who could describe their carnal desires most effectively and earn a worthy mention on your blog? They all wanted you to describe how difficult it was to resist them. It gave them food for their seemingly insatiable online libidos."

"Then, Vanessa crossed the line. Her pining suddenly became real. She claimed to have shattered your resolve, and its pieces involved everything from quickies between class to virtual weekend marathons of perpetual indulgence. As you know her descriptions were so detailed it was difficult to renounce. Furthermore, no one knew where you were during these escapades. For all we knew you were with her. It was disturbingly plausible."

"But, it was a delight to read her descriptions, and then your cryptic poetic response. It was filled with such uncertainty that each of us had our own unique interpretation. This secret dialogue became an even greater sensation. I would look forward to hearing about your daily activities. All the girls did, and somehow lived vicariously though Vanessa, believing her entries were real. They desperately wanted to know what exactly it was about her you couldn't resist.

Then, a couple evenings ago, I happened to noticed you leaving the library at 8:00. Later on, I discovered Vanessa had placed you in her room at that time, doing some ungodly thing to you as a matter of fact, as was often the case. Now, I don't expect you to tell me if Vanessa's stories are true or false. I placed my gift in your pocket as a warning. Right now the only thing preventing ten young beautiful women from pursuing you intensely is the belief that you have fallen for Vanessa. If the other girls discover you are not with Vanessa, which I believe is the case, they will use every conceivable erotic talent in their possession to break your resolve and occupy you for themselves.

I admit that I was disappointed when it seemed like you gave in. I want to say that I greatly admire your strength if you are holding true to your convictions. Every girl in this room came to open themselves up to your every wish and you didn't show a bit of weakness."

Then, she moved forward and out of her chair and stood between my legs. She lifted her shirt over her head and held her hands high to stretch revealing her smooth tummy and lovely breasts. She was an irresistible sight, and I knew what she was doing. She lowered to her knees in front of me, placing a hand on both of my thighs.

"You have two options, Magnus. You either allow me to take you in my mouth right here, right now, or, I expose Vanessa's lies to the rest of the class, unleashing their inevitable pursuit. You can either give in to me now, or risk an assault from ten other beautiful, seductive women. Do you trust your chastity with me, or the combined forces of ten? I think you know the answer."

Her hand ascended my pants just a centimeter from danger. I had resisted Maria and I could resist Jen. She looked at me with longing eyes and had seemed sincere and genuine. I thought about it. I thought about how oral sex was not a technical violation...yes it was. I don't know. Her hand drifted into the danger zone and pressed downward.

She had a look of sincerity. If I resisted I would have to somehow pretend Vanessa and I were having a secret affair to shield myself from the others. It would make me vulnerable to her. If I let Jen continue, I would be breaking my commitment. Or, I could trust my strength completely and unleash a torrent of temptation to conquer? Something begged me to let come what may as if I needed the challenge - as if I needed the proof that no woman, or even a group of women, could occupy my consciousness and command me like a trained dog. By now Jen's hand had entered my pants and was massaging my scrotum. My response was complete relaxed disinterest.

"Jen, time to stop."

I could handle this like a gentleman I thought. She wrapped her other had around my flaccid shaft and at first I decided I could resist any bodily affirmation. I shouldn't be required to physically remove her. I was stronger than that. She could not break me, I thought.

But, of course, I was soon humbled by her artful appeals to my basic instincts. Her hands gently and masterfully triggered an innate response and there was simply no stopping it. My mind was completely aloof, but she had somehow captured my body. She looked up at me with eyes determined to withdraw every last drop of fluid from my body. Could I resist this ten fold? What would this lead to with Jen? Most importantly...I would not submit to her advance based on her demands. If I wanted her, it would be on my terms. And, she could not break me before Vanessa. I felt the anger rush through my spine.

"I'm sorry Jen. I'll take my chances." I looked at her in earnest.

She released her grasp slowly and replaced my parts to their original place.

"Very well then. You have been warned."

She stood up, pulled her shirt over the head and walked out.

I felt relieved, liberated, and somewhat uncomfortable. There was something very unnatural about the whole thing. But, I had succeeded, and as I watched her yellow shorts exit the room the wave of gratification swept over me. I felt even more powerful than that morning with Maria. I was suddenly intoxicated, knowing I had accomplished what few men were capable of. Something inside me wanted more. More to overcome. I was the slightest bit conscious of the very real challenges that would come.

I retired to my room, gently withdrew my frustrations, and went to bed. I would not be prepared for the next day's exam, and who knows what else.