-Mister Jacobsen, do you have something to say about the accusations of corruption that...

-Enough!- He interrupted.- I've given enough explanations... Who are you, by the way? Why do you keep harassing me, kid?

-Miranda Vega. For the Morning Star. People derserve to know.- She replied.

-The Morning Star? The college's newspaper? The same college where I'm the dean?- He looked at her between startled and deeply pissed.- Awesome...- He massaged his forehead.- Listen, kid. Stop this. You are bitting more than you can chew. This is my last warning.

He turned around and left. She didn't need his statement anyways. There was more than enough proof. Other local papers were already publishing it. He was the dean of a big college. Tens of thousands of students under his wing. More powerful than many city majors. The information was important. As a reporter, publishing it was Miranda's duty.

The Morning Star was small, with little more than a couple hundreds of readers. Publishing the news wouldn't affect the dean much. And even if it did, he had no authority over the newspaper, it was a right earned by the students. It only would hurt his pride and Miranda didn't care. She would publish the information ayways. People deserved to know.

A week had passed after she published the big one. That print run sold ten times the usual. Her fame as a reporter grew. She made fans. Her social media got more visits than ever. Not few guys asked her for a date, including a pair of members of the basketball team. She was respected. She felt great.

She opened the door of her dorm bedroom. In the second bed, which had been empty for months, there was a girl. She knew her from the boxing team. She was taller than many guys and her shoulder width was impressive.

-Can I help you..., Ashley, right?

-Yes, I'm your new roommate.- She replied as a matter of fact.

-No..., but nobody has told me anything.- She closed the door and placed her backpack on the bed.

-I know, such a surprise.- She got up, hugged Miranda and kissed her on the cheeks.- When the dean offered me this exact bedroom for free.- Miranda tensed.- And offered me to help me with my grades.- Miranda tried to break the embrace but Ashley pressed harder.- And in exhange I only have to keep an eye on you.

-Wha... What does that mean?- Miranda had started to tremble.

-Means that I will watch over what you do, what you write, what you say, and who you see.- Miranda cursed herself. Not only she was being watched but her freinds would too.- There was more. This is going to be hard...

-But what...?

-Aside from preventing you to act against Jacobsen again. I have to punish you for the last one.- Miranda tried to squirm to try to get loose from Ashley's embrace but she couldn't.- Sweety, I'm just doing what I'm told. I don't want to hurt you, promise.- She kised her forehead.- But I have to do this.

Form under her bed, Ashley produced several coils of rope and a book. Miranda's eyes went wide. She truggled a bit, but Ashley grabbed her arms. She insised that she wouldn't hurt her if she behaved. She was taller and stronger, and apparently, she was going to live in teh same bedroom, so Miranda realized that both running and fighting would be pointless.

Ashley made her strip naked and lay face down on her bed, her head on the pillow. Following the instructions of the book, whose tittle included the word Shibari, first she tied her wrists together in the small of her back. Then her ankles together with her kness spread to the sides. Making several loops around her waist, she tied two lengths to her knees, to keep them well spread. A long length was added that went from one knee, surrounding the bed to the other. Tying another length to the one between her wrists, she borught it to her neck were it made a pair of loops. Starting there she made a chest harness that squezzed Miranda B cup breasts and pinned her upper arms to her sides. At last, another lenth of rope surrounding the bed was tied to both sides of the neck loop. With all done Ashley tightened all the knots.

-Please, no, it hurts. Please.

-Again, sweety. I'm doing what I'm told. This is just the first part of your punishment. I'm telling you that you are powerless. But there is more, I'm afraid.- From the upper drawer of the nightstand she took a choker. It was velvet and in front it had a false steel sleigh bell around one inch wide, that didn't tinckle, hanging from a square shaped piece. She fitted it around Miranda's neck.- Curiosity killed the cat. You can take this off only if you are here. Now, listen carefully.- Ashley sat next to her on her bed.- From now on I'm your best friend. You can have more but I'm the closest one. I'm automatically invited to all your activities. You tell me all your secrets and feelings. I will also check your social media. I won't tell anybody, don't worry, but Jacobsen will ask me what's going on and my answer must be “nothing”. We can do that, yes?- Miranda nodded, she didn't intend to do that anyways.- The choker is a gift from your new best friend. Tomorrow, you will give me something. A hair tie, or whatever. Understood?

-Yes.

-I need you to understand that I don't want to hurt you. I'm not a bully. I won't enjoy your suffering. But the dean has tasked me with absolute control. I can and must be as mean as necessary. So, please. I'm begging you. Don't make me.

-What are you...?- Ashley undressed fully and got into the bed. She rested her hand just a pair of inches from Miranda's buttocks and caressed her back softly.- Please don't touch me.

-You will adress me as ma'am if we are alone. Jacobsen's words were, “make her your bitch”.- Miranda started to cry.- But again, I won't hurt you. I will make everything within my power to make you feel good.- Her hand went to Miranda's pussy, where she caressed softly her labia. Miranda sarted to sob.- Don't cry, sweety.- She kissed her cheek.- If you obey all my orders, which I promise you will be acceptable, I will make you feel good.- Her finger entered Miranda's outer labia.

-No!- Startled by the sudden outburst Ashley withdrew.- Please, don't rape me..., ma'am.- Bound as she was she thought that a bit of complacence wouldn't hurt.

-But of course no, sweety. I'm not going to rape you. I'm just going to give you an orgasm.

-No, please, I...

-You are a virgin. So the rumor is true. You certainly look like a virgin.- She used to dress mostly with cardigans, high neck shirts, sweaters, skirts to below her knees and long trousers, all of them loose fitting.- Is about morality or...?

-No, it's just that I have other priorities. My career. But still...

-Adress me as ma'am, sweety. I need you to understand that I'm in charge here even if I'm going to be the less authoritarian possible.- She changed her tone to fit in that role but went back to her tipical friendly just after.- You want to wait, I get it.- Ashley went back to Miranda's pussy and toyed with her clit instead of entering her.- Well, just ot be clear, I'm bi, and you are very fuckable.- Miranda suddered and started to cry again.- I've never deflowered a woman. I'd like to do it.- Miranda turned her head too ashamed and scared to look at her abuser.- I will earn your permission. I'll try.

Ashley reached down and kissed miranda on her pussy lips. To Miranda's surprise, after that she covered them both with the sheets and turned the lights off. Then she hugged her bound roomate and kissed her cheek. Miranda could feel Ashley's breasts on her arm. When she slipped a leg over her she could also feel her trimmed pussy on her thigh. Not much later Ashley started to finger herself and moan, uttering something about deflowering a virgin. Miranda was too confused and stunned to react and let her do.

The next weeks weren't as bad as she had thought. Ashley was very comprehensive. She indeed forced her to do everything she had said. She watched her all the time. But in general her life was all the same.

She was heading to the dorm with stuff Ashley had asker her to buy. The sodas for her party, where older friends of hers would carry booze, were fine, but buying condoms that she wasn't going to use was rather offensive. She said in the store that they were for a friend anyways, which was true.

She had the feeling that a stranger on a motor bike, clad in black leather, had been following her the last days. She wasn't sure until then, but with empty streets and the guy driving so slowly a few dozens of meters behind her, left no doubt. She walked faster, as the dorm was very close. The stranger sped up passing her and stopped just in front. She assumed that the dean was sending someone else to intimidate her as Ashley was being too nice.

-What!?- She asked faking bravery.- I have a piper spray.- She didn't. He produced from an inside pocket of her jacket a pen drive.- What is that?

-Proof. The dean is much more dirty than you suspect.- His voice sound muffled. In addition to the full face helmet he musted be wearing a scarf or something similar.

-No... No thanks, I...- She was about to say that she couldn't, but the shame didn't let her. Her duty as a journalist was to tell the truth, no matter the presures. People deserved to know.

-He's harassing you. Ok...- He nodded and made a pause.- Ok, look. Just read this. Maybe you cannot attack him, but you can go after his associates. Cause trouble for him indirectly.

-Guerrilla.- That was exactly what she needed. A way to strike back.

-Yes.- He offered the pen again.- I needed you to be alone to give you this. Give it a try, please. People deserve to know.

-Your name?

-Thanatos, the death of secrets. You can call me that.- She smiled. She didn't trust him much, but she would read those files anyways. He had been following her for days. Whatever it was, seemed important. Also, he looked very good with all that leather, for what was worth.