The Path to Hell
Copyright© 2026 by Invictus
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Safiya Al-Amin is a young Muslim girl in her first year of college. Devout and honest, she is a good girl thrust into a world full of danger, drugs and alcohol. Men are all around full of lust and hate... can she navigate this new world of hidden threats? Or will her trusting nature send her right into the jaws of those who would take pleasure in breaking and humiliating her? Content warning: Raceplay
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual School MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Caution Politics Slow Violence Illustrated
“Safiya! ... You know this isn’t a vacation, right?”
Safiya gave her dad a look and stopped bobbing up and down on her new bed. “Baba! Come on, it’s move-in day, classes haven’t even started and you’re already getting on my case?” Despite herself she couldn’t hide her smile. She’d been looking forward to this day all year, even Baba can’t ruin it for her!
“I’m serious! You better not slack off now that you got into a good school, too many of these American kids get distracted with parties and dating and- and drugs!”
“Baba, I’m not doing drugs...”
“You know what I mean.” The old Iraqi man sat down on her bed next to her. “This is a place of learning, not fooling around. That means no boys, nothing like that, no alcohol- this is a girl’s dorm, if you see any guys in here you tell security or someone!”
Leave it to Baba to stick her in the only non-coed dorm in the whole school. “I’m not going to do that, people will think I’m weird! Baba, come on ... I’m not going to do any of these drugs or crazy things, Wallahi. I know you saved up a lot to send me here, I’m not going to waste all of that.”
Safiya’s dad sighed and forced himself to lower his intensity, plastering a smile on his face. “I know you won’t Binti, just ... send me updates.”
Safiya crossed her legs, rolling her eyes internally. “I’ll call you, I promise. We can video chat and I’ll let you meet all my new friends or something!” If she even MAKES any friends. Allah, let me fit in for once. I cannot be a social outcast again, high school was hard enough.
“No boys!”
“Baba! It’s not an all girls school! I can HAVE male friends!”
That discussion dragged on for the next few hours, but as Safiya’s father finished helping her move into her dorm room, all conflict ceased. He’d always been a hard person to be around. In a family full of warm, loud, happy men, Baba had always been the quiet intense industrious one, his mind on money and discipline. That’s not to say it’s a bad thing, it’s what got him out of Iraq, it’s what paid for Safiya’s college tuition ... but sometimes when they went home to visit all her uncles and aunts, she wondered if it had been worth leaving behind all those smiles.
Yet there are times when the real person creeps out beneath all his armour and almost says something.
Baba paused at her room door, his face scrunched up. “Safiya...”
Safiya breathed out, standing up in her dorm room, surrounded by bits and pieces of memories taken from her old home, packed up and shipped off here alongside her. Old blankets, shelves, books, stuffed animals ... This was it, the first time in her life that she was really striking out on her own. It was scary, but exciting ... and also a little sad. As if this was day one, and everything before was just a trial run. From now on when she thought of her childhood it wouldn’t exist in the past and present. Only ever in the past. All that was left was to say goodbye.
When Safiya saw the expression on her dad’s face she felt taken aback. She couldn’t read him, but for the first time in her life she imagined he could be ... fragile. Like maybe he could feel the bittersweetness of the moment too.
“You know a parent puts a lot into raising their kid ... uh,” he paused, shuffling a bit as though unsure what to say. “Just uh ... don’t let me down.”
Safiya waited for him to continue but received nothing else. For a moment they just stood there in silence. She tried hard not to be crushed by the coldness of his farewell, but it strangely hurt a lot. “No ... I won’t Baba, I promise.”
Safiya watched him nod and depart, closing the door behind him. Was that it? Did she misread the situation? Maybe he’s just too uncomfortable to give a proper goodbye, maybe he really is going to miss her and just doesn’t want to say it?
She hesitated, then opened the door after him, leaning out into the hall. “Uh-! Hey Baba...”
Her dad turned to look back, a bit surprised, clearly ready for her to ask him to help move something before he goes, or some other similar request.
“I’m uh ... I’m going to miss you.”
It seemed to take him a moment to figure out what she’d said. “Oh, yes well I’ll miss you too. Try and focus on your studies.”
Safiya gave him an automatic, dull nod and watched him leave before returning to her room. She didn’t know why it was that she felt so empty and alone. Am I homesick already? Was that not what he was supposed to say back to me? He said everything right I think. She continued to unpack her things, decorating the room and setting everything up how she’d imagined it in her head. Safiya stopped only once, to observe a girl down the hall give her father a teary goodbye hug.
After dark she returned to the dorm, a cup of coffee clasped in her gentle fingers. Safiya’s addiction had driven her to go out, but as well she had wanted to explore the city a bit on her own and clear her head. Stepping back into her room she saw a thin, brunette White girl with long wavy hair and pink nails. She was flopped down on her bed chatting on the phone.
“Mom! Come on, you know me, I won’t be messing around with any boys while I’m here. Study study study! That’s me!- Oh mom, my new roommate just walked in!!”
All previously attained mental clarity flew from Safiya’s head and she immediately forgot how to talk! Come on, this is your roommate! You HAVE to make friends with her, you’ll be stuck together for the rest of the semester!
“U-uhm-”
“You are the cutest thing with your little head scarf!~ Mom, my roommate is a Muslim!”
“Uh,” she was somehow already out of breath. “H-hijab- yeah, it’s my hijab, it’s really nothing special!” She forced a laugh and tried to focus on slowing down. “You’re Chloe Madison, right?”
“Mhm, and your name was ... Sofia ... Al...”
“Al-Amin, Safiya Al-Amin, but you can just call me Saffy if you want!”
Chloe giggled. “You’re gonna have the gays confused with that one, babe! Safiya is easy enough to say.” She spoke into her phone casually. “Mhmmm, she’s a cutie mom, I’ll send pics, bye bye!”
Safiya was a little embarrassed at being called a ‘cutie’ so casually, but Chloe didn’t seem to notice her awkward flush.
“I hope it’s ok I took the bed by the window! People watching is a hobby of mine, and vice-versa~”
Safiya wasn’t sure what the inverse of ‘people watching’ was supposed to be but she was at least glad not to sleep next to the window. “I’m ok with it! As long as you’re ok with my ... praying stuff.” She held up her travel prayer mat, rolled neatly in a little bag.
Chloe looked at it quizzically. “Praying stuff?”
Safiya shrugged awkwardly. “I pray five times a day, like it’s not essential, I can do it somewhere else or something if it’s distracting...”
“No no! You do your thing.” Chloe watched her as she unfolded the rug. “Five fucking times? I mean that’s a lot of prayer.”
“I’m Shia so ... we usually just combine some of them, it’s a whole thing.”
“Still. You must think I’m some kind of crazy sinner or something!” She laughed.
“No! I don’t, I promise. I mean... ‘There are as many paths to God as there are human breaths’, right? Some Sufi guy said that I think, but like basically everyone’s got their own personal way to heaven or to happiness and all that.” Safiya gestured at her rug. “I don’t know what yours is but this is my thing.”
She had been nervous at first, but it felt strangely good to talk about her faith. She’d always been really proud to be Muslim, it was such a pure wonderful, inseparable part of who she was. Being true to her faith was like being true to herself.
Chloe laughed. “Alright girl, you worry about God, I’m taking my path to hell.”
The young brunette made good on that promise too. It began slowly, the two of them had started getting closer, finding out that they were in the same neuroscience major, and hanging out everyday after classes. Safiya hadn’t even been upset at not making any other friends. She liked Chloe, and as long as she had her she wasn’t lonely.
But it was obvious the two of them led different lives. Safiya had a rigid schedule, with classes and prayers and the clubs she tried to join, and Chloe ... Chloe did things differently. She often skipped classes and came back to the room late, stumbling in at 2 a.m., drunk and barely able to get her shoes off before crawling into bed. Some nights she didn’t come home at all. Safiya was inexperienced, but even she knew what that meant.
Then one night Safiya came back to the dorm a bit late from a long night in the library. When she went to grab the door handle she noticed a sock hanging from it. Safiya looked at it quizzically, but didn’t think about it too much, instead taking the sock off and turning the knob.
First she heard it, wet slapping sounds accompanied by moans of pleasure, the deep guttural ones of a man unlike anything she’d ever heard before, and the high pitched cries that she recognized as Chloe’s voice. Then in an instant she saw them. A tall muscular blonde gym rat lay on top of her, Chloe’s legs wrapped around him as he thrust inside her, the man’s pants pulled down just below his bare ass. At first Safiya thought they were doing it on the floor. Then she saw beneath them was her prayer rug, right where she’d left it that afternoon. The strange man was fucking Chloe’s sweaty naked body into it, her fingers clawing and gripping the delicate fibers as she approached her climax. With every clap of his hips against hers Chloe’s tits bounced, her crop top stretched out and useless at containing her breasts, her thong pulled to the side to allow the bull’s thick cock easy access to her sloppy pussy. Fluids dripped from her hole down into the rug, his balls slapping against her anus, coaxing more and more out of her.
The sight was animalistic. Safiya couldn’t process seeing her sweet friend Chloe devolve into a screaming whore. As the little brunette girl climaxed her eyes met Safiya’s in the doorway, only now seeing her there. Safiya froze, but Chloe only squeezed her legs tighter around the man, holding her gaze and letting out another gasping shout of pleasure as the fuckboy dumped his load inside of her. Semen spilled out of her hole, mixing with her fluids and dripping onto the prayer rug, soaking into the cloth.
Safiya shut the door and ran down the hall to the bathrooms. She locked herself in one of the stalls trying hard not to cry. It was difficult to understand what she’d just seen, her best- ONLY friend doing ... THAT. It had been so intense ... so rough and carnal. Chloe had looked so ... different. It wasn’t just that Safiya had just seen her friend naked for the first time, she’d seen Chloe become an animal in heat, unable to think of anything but pleasure.
And to do it on her prayer rug ... it felt so violating. Chloe knew what it meant to her, how important her religion was, and yet she had wanted to do that to her. To desecrate something she treasured so much.
It took some time for Safiya to calm down. When she finally did, she made sure the man was gone and snuck back into the dorm room. Chloe was already asleep. It looked as though she’d wiped up the spunk on Safiya’s prayer rug as well, but Safiya couldn’t bring herself to do her evening prayers. Instead she sat on her bed and hugged her knees to her chest, staring at the rug, before eventually falling asleep.
Safiya awoke early the next morning, intending to leave before Chloe got up, but instead got caught by the little brunette on her way out the door.
“Safiya?”
She turned around to face the groggy Chloe who was just waking up. “Hey Chloe...”
“About last night...”
Safiya rubbed her arm uncomfortably.
“I didn’t mean for you to see that, I’m really sorry. I thought you knew about the sock thing. If there’s a sock on the doorknob, it means don’t enter because someone is ... doing something ... in there.”
“ ... I’m sorry I barged in like that. I didn’t know.”
“And the rug ... it was Chris’ idea, not mine, I swear. He just wanted to ... really badly ... oh hell I’m sorry Safiya.”
It healed a little of the broken trust she’d felt towards Chloe to have her apologize so honestly. She liked Chloe. She was her only friend. More than that, she wanted Chloe to like her back.
“It’s ok. Really ... it’s just a rug. And I know you didn’t mean for me to see you guys ... you know...”
Chloe seemed relieved. “I didn’t. Now you know what the sock means, if you see it just wait a while and we’ll be done soon.”
Safiya didn’t do her morning or afternoon prayers that day. Instead after class she went back to her dorm and washed her prayer rug in the sink, taking time and care to scrub the delicate fibers with soap, and leaving it to air dry in time for the night. It didn’t remove the smell of sex completely, but she tried to ignore it.
The next few weeks saw Chloe ditching more classes to hang out with her friends and late nights out on the town. Somehow it never affected her grades though, she consistently scored high on tests, even when her homework submissions were late. She wasn’t cheating either, she was just so sociable she always had study partners and friends to help her out, and the professors were so willing to be lenient with their grading, just for her. Everything came so easily to her.
Meanwhile Safiya had to spend late nights in the library studying, about once a week coming home to find a sock on the doorknob. It was usually Chris, but a few other guys made their passes as well over time. Initially Safiya had remembered her father’s words to report men entering the girl’s dorm, but Chloe was by far not the only one having guests over, and she didn’t want the other girls to hate her.
It wasn’t long before she suspected her prayer rug had been dirtied again, defiled during one of Chloe’s nighttime visits, although Chloe denied it. Safiya started skipping prayers. It was too much work to clean her rug every time she thought it had been ‘used’, and try as she might, she couldn’t get the smell of the men’s semen out of the pretty fabric. She would purify herself, dutifully washing her hands and mouth, face and feet, then kneel, pressing her head against dried cum stains, prostrating herself on a rug she knew had writhing naked bodies on it.
Safiya suspected a lot of her things had been used, although she tried to convince herself that she was being paranoid. Her bed sheets reeked of sex, things on her desk had been moved around, even the stuffed teddy that she had brought from home smelled a little like someone had wiped their cock with it.
Friday prayers were a nice respite from her weeks, when she would drive the long distance to her local mosque to pray. So much so that she made the trip a few times during the week, although it cut into her study time. Usually however, it was all she could do to keep up with her schoolwork, let alone have time for worship. University was more difficult than she had expected. Perhaps that was her own fault though for having overloaded her semester to impress Baba, the disappointed looks from her professors and B’s on her assignments were becoming all too common.
Then one evening she came home late from the library and saw two men enter her dorm room, escorting an extremely drunk Chloe. She recognized one of them as Chris, but the other was a stranger.
Two at the same time? Chloe was beautiful and sweet and smart, but with the things she did ... How could anyone ever marry or even respect her? Why did everyone like her so much when she was so ... filthy? She was so popular and had so many friends and Safiya was always just ... alone. Did people really like the way she acted so much? Was that the only way to fit in? Safiya fidgetted with her hijab.
Chloe giggled drunkenly as the guys pushed her in through the door. None of them even bothered to put a sock on the knob this time. At first Safiya waited awkwardly outside for a few minutes, unsure what to do. It was late, and she had an exam early tomorrow morning. She needed her sleep, and all of her things were inside the room. She had no other friends whose place she could crash at, and sleeping in the common area made her nervous. Eventually the moans and the other sounds through the door and the muffled banging of the desk against the wall as Chloe was presumably bent over it, drove Safiya away.
For a while she sat on the curb outside of the dorm on the darkened sidewalk, playing on her phone to pass the time. The street she was on was a ways away from the main university area but close to downtown, all kinds of things happened in this area. Safiya had even heard gunshots on occasion. Usually she tried to get home before dark, but tonight it was nice just getting some fresh air.
It helped her think. About everything that had happened since she came here, about the stress of classes and all of the things she had taken on since she got here, and about how far from home she was. She’d never spent this much time away from home, it wasn’t just that Chloe was her only friend here, it was also that everyone in her life was a million miles away and she had no one to fill the hole they left in her chest. Since Baba had left she’d been putting off calling him because of the stupid promise she’d made him, that she’d introduce him to all her new friends. She couldn’t call him and say that not only was she falling behind in classes but that she had no friends, and basically sucked at everything despite trying so damn hard.
Ugh! No! I’m not going to just sit around anymore, hoping people will come up and be my friend! I have to actually get out there!
With friends Safiya could get more confidence, and have study partners, and maybe talk to professors and possibly MAYBE even go out and have a little fun. No more being alone!
Her newfound confidence and energy lasted for about fifteen minutes and then her nerves started to creep back in. Finally she couldn’t wait any longer, Chloe’s visits usually lasted an hour or two but only an hour in and Safiya was already falling asleep. She had to check if they had finished.