Go to the Bathroom (Nova Route)

Deciding your swimmers come first and foremost; you leave Stacy to make her way to class whilst you yourself make your way to the nearest bathroom in search of a sink to better lubricate the pills path down your throat. Whilst heading into the room you're grateful to see that it is seemingly vacant. Pulling up to the sink you take out a small bottle of white pills and take one out and pop it into your mouth along with a flush of water to swallow. No sooner as you looked back up to the mirror did you jump a little as a tall black woman stared right back at you through the reflection with a smirk on her lips.

"A little too early in the morning to be popping happy pills isn't it?" She smeared condescendingly, your mouth hung open slightly as if you were trying to say something but the words wouldn't come out - you were just so shocked to see a woman in the mens room. Was she lost or something? Turning to look at her now you could see her full form.

She was staggeringly tall for a woman, at an estimated 6'4 she would even be taller than most men - dressed in gym clothes and baggy pants it left little to the imagination towards the upper half of her body - as the lower half of her ripped abdomen lay exposed revealing her toned stomach muscles and what you could guess was the bottom portion of a well defined six pack. Her gym tank top was hanging open from her bulging cleavage that threatened to pop out of that tight little number at any second - staring upwards now you could see that you had been caught staring as she leveled you with a raised brow and a bemused smile that crept onto her face.

Blushing you looked away, her hazel eyes you knew were still trained on you all the while. Breaking the silence with a laugh she inched closer to you.

"What's the matter? You can look." She said reassuringly with a hint of amusement lingering in her tone. Looking back to her face now, you hadn't realized she'd gotten this close. You could practically make out no blemishes at all on her skin, and she wasn't wearing makeup either. The air almost caught in your throat with how naturally beautiful she was, and with a shake of her head sent her naturally curly hair done up in a loose afro from side to side. You hadn't realized; but all the while you had been staring up at her slightly, her height towering over your 5'8 frame.

"Not there, here." Bouncing on her heels ever so slightly sent her large G cup breasts bouncing in front of you, naturally as a male your eyes were glued to the spectacle playing out so close to your face and it took a real effort to not gawk at them all day, peeling away from her trance inducing tits for just a second you heard her laugh in a more derisive manner this time.

"All you peckerwoods are the same; one look at my beautiful brown body and you're totally under my control!" She gloated in her own amusement. Realizing that you shouldn't be alone in a bathroom with a strange woman like this when you had a girlfriend no less; you tried to make your way out of the bathroom only for her to grab a hold of your arm forcefully swinging yourself back to stare at her. Even with such a light touch you could tell that she had a strong arm on her shoulders with a strong grip also.

"What's your name?" She asked simply.

"A-Alex." You finally blurted out.

"Alex." She repeated breathily with her almost seductress eyes boring into you. "Nova." she said in return offering her hand out to shake.

Not wanting to be rude and to finish this strange encounter as quick as possible, you hold out your hand to grasp hers. However instead of shaking it, she merely began to squeeze. Slowly at first but soon enough you were trying to break from her grip in a panic as your hand crumbled beneath her control. However her grasp on you was too complete, too overwhelming for you to break it on your own; the more you pulled away from her as her grip intensified, the more she would pull you in with just the power of her triceps & forearm muscles, to the point now where you had been reduced to kneeling on the floor in front of her from the pain.

"Don't you feel ashamed as a man? Come on cracker, I'm barely applying any pressure and it looks like you're about to cry!" She laughs menacingly from above you, your freehand trying desperately to unfurl her fingers around yours but finding that she just wouldn't budge. You had started to cry out and whimper from the pain, every now and then she would squeeze just a little harder and **** yet more pained grunts and moans from your lips. You felt like crying out for help, but you didn't. You don't know why you didn't; but you just wanted to go on with your day like none of this ever happened and to wipe it from your memory, you didn't want to deal with the aftermath of calling for help out of fear of what might come next. Fear? Yes, fear of what rumors might be spread if you were to be found alone in a bathroom with a strange woman who isn't your girlfriend, of what Nova might say actually happened in here and how that would effect you and your grades. So instead you stayed quiet, hoping that eventually she would release her crushing restriction.

"If you beg me, I'll let go~" She laughed mockingly. At this rate you just wanted it to end, and with her offering a life reserve you grabbed for it desperately.

"Please Nova, ahh! Please let me go." You plead from beneath her feet, your pride as a man sorely bruised but at least with the fulfillment of your end; she followed suit in letting go. Shooting your hand back and massaging your soon to be bruised palm and fingers, you scurried onto your back and then turned to pick yourself up as you made for the doors. Opening it you turned back one final time to see her smirking grin staring right back at you, seemingly well satisfied with her 'handiwork'.

"You're a fucking psycho!" And with that you headed on down the hall to your lecture which you were now going to be at least 10 minutes late for. God damn it, just what kind of freaks did this campus enroll?!