Future of Porn

Jason Callahan had been an athletic star in the NCAA, and it had showed in his physique. As a member of the Yale swimming team, he had led the Bulldogs to a national title. He had broken Ivy League records. He had broken NCAA records. He had broken Olympic records.

And, for a period of four days last year, he’d resided in the Bullpen.

It was an honest enough exchange. ConnPharm provided him with the funding that he needed to pursue his swimming, and Jason, in turn, provided himself as a subject for medical research. Dr. Robert Van Guilder had been extremely interested in just how Jason’s body worked. What was his lung capacity? How quickly did his pulse rise as he exercised? What was his metabolism like?

Jason had allowed himself to be poked and prodded for ninety-six hours, residing naked in the Bullpen.

Erica could still see his naked body, chiseled and well defined. His pectorals. His abdomen. His back. His arms. His penis.

She hadn’t meant to walk in on him, she hadn’t meant to see his penis, but she had needed to discuss technical specifications of her upcoming experiment with Colin. Emily DiStasio was still months away from finishing her Category F requirements, and months away from receiving her fateful tattoo. But Erica wanted to know that the Bullpen would be fit for long-term human inhabitation.

Erica had expected Jason to be in the Bullpen, on the far side of the one-way mirror. She had expected to go unnoticed in the Observation Room, the swimmer unaware that a woman was standing only a few yards away from his naked body. But as she walked into the Observation Room, she was greeted by the sight of Jason Callahan on the Stairmaster in the corner of the room. He was clad only in the black corset, which stretched from below his massive pectorals down to his hips. His long, loose penis flopped down in front of him, and for a minute, Erica couldn’t take her eyes of it.

Not that she was thinking about it sexually. She had simply been shocked, to walk in and find it there, in front of her. In her entire life, she’d seen three penises in person - her boyfriend’s in college, her boyfriend’s in graduate school, and her boyfriend Tom’s. But there, in the Observation Room, at work, she could add a fourth to that short list.

She remembered having blushed. She remembered stuttering as she spoke. And she remembered the grin on the man’s face, the casual disregard for his own nudity that he’d shown. The confidence. Erica had been fully dressed, while Jason had been wearing nothing but a piece of technical equipment around the midsection. But it had been Erica who was ashamed, and it had been Jason who had the upper hand.

Erica struggled to remember that confidence as she herself continued the simulated climb on the Stairmaster. Her breasts, still small, bounced with each step. She could feel sweat dripping down her back, dripping down past the small of her back and towards her buttocks. With Pete and Tessa watching from the ops desk just a few feet away, Erica did her best to remember the confidence that Jason had shown. But it was still Erica who was the one ashamed. It still wasn’t her who held the upper hand.

If anything, she felt as if the corset wrapped around her abdomen called more attention to breasts and pussy, still exposed above and below the black material. She had asked Colin why it couldn’t have been stretched just a bit larger, why she had to remain nude if the corset was wrapped around her body in the Observation Room. He’d explained to her something about short-range tactile waves, something about the corset taking readings more from the areas around it than the areas beneath it. Erica hadn’t followed it, but she hated the slutty way it made her look and feel. She had covering, but she wasn’t covering the right parts.

She wanted to show the same confidence and power that Jason had shown her. But even after a week without clothes, Erica hadn’t gotten over her nudity. She wanted her clothes back. She wanted the experiment to be over.

***

Soon after first entering the Bullpen, Erica found herself in a routine. She woke up each morning around seven, said hello to Pete and Tessa, and scanned the latest headlines on the projector from electronic copies of the various newspapers. In the Bullpen, the girl would do push-ups, sit-ups, and her stretching routine, uncomfortably aware of just how sexual this last practice came off. As Noah had assured her, though, Pete was too old to be very threatening, and, at any rate, his time in the Observation Room was quickly drawing to a close. By that Monday night, Tessa would be on her own for the late night and early morning shift.

After stretching herself out, Erica met Tessa by the open door to the Bullpen. After a week of putting on and taking off the corset, Erica felt as if she could have done it on her own. But every morning, Tessa would wrap the black fabric around the biochemist’s naked stomach, fastening each of the six adjustable hooks, and running a quick diagnostic on the corset’s built-in sensors. Before Erica was allowed to step too far beyond the open Bullpen, however, Tessa had to run another series of tests and checks from the ops desk, and anything abnormal had to be logged and reported. But, usually after five minutes or so of standing around and making idle chitchat with Pete as Tessa worked, Erica would finally be allowed to work out.

She exercised for well over an hour out in the Observation Room each day - using the exercise bicycle, the Stairmaster, the treadmill, and a few of the Nautilus machines. At first, she had looked forward to escaping her clinically white prison cell. But, as the week went by, Erica began dreading the time she spent out of the Bullpen. While inside, she could feign ignorance of the people just beyond the mirror glass. While outside, she was constantly aware of their presence across the Observation Room, constantly aware of her own nudity, constantly aware of how ridiculous she looked exercising in the futuristic corset.

But, at the same time, she was getting herself into better shape than she’d been in months, working out in a set schedule instead of trying to squeeze an hour into the gym on her way home from work each day, as she did with occasional success in the weeks and months before signing on to become her own guinea pig.

During her exercise routine, Erica’s breakfast was brought down to the Observation Room from the cafeteria by one of a few technicians. It seemed to be a different technician each day, but Erica hadn’t yet guessed that the they were taking turns with the duty, casting lascivious glances at the test subject while they delivered her coffee, orange juice, and food.

After finishing her workout routine, Erica ate her breakfast at a small table on the far side of the ops desk. The silverware, the plates, the cups, and the food itself would all aggravate the emitters if it were brought inside, and, therefore, the girl was forced to come out into the Observation Room three times a day for her meals, each time wearing the corset. She sat in a swivel chair that had been brought down from someone’s office upstairs, her bare skin against the fabric, the sweat from her body seeping into the material, usually scarfing down the food so she could return to the Bullpen as quickly as possible.

Around this point in the morning, as Erica sat in the corner of the Observation Room, Colin typically showed up for his shift, secretly delighted by the girl’s glistening body. Whenever he talked to her, he sounded casual and aloof. Whenever he looked at her, he was sure to come off as clinical as possible. But wife or no wife, professional or not, Colin couldn’t deny the raging hard-on that he got just glancing at the gorgeous, naked, raven-haired girl in front of him.

As the last act of her shift, Tessa unfastened the sweat-soaked corset and exposed Erica’s stomach once again, allowing the girl to step back into the Bullpen to take her shower. The emitters in the corset were durable enough to withstand a quick rinse in one of the washing machines elsewhere in the building, and the equipment would be ready for Erica again at lunchtime. In the Bullpen, however, the biochemist had to ask Colin to turn the shower on, and then turn it off again when she was done. All the controls were at the ops desk, and Colin quickly discovered that Erica’s choice of water temperature fluctuated from day to day. When she had finished, and Colin had turned the water off, warm fans from above blew her body and hair dry. Her hair was always wild and untamed, but as she told herself most mornings, whom was she really trying to impress?

At ten o’clock each morning, Noah (through the ops desk’s camera) briefed her on what was going on in the Human Hormones Lab without her. Typically, she talked with one of the lab assistants in the afternoon, at four, as well. Until the experiment truly began, however, there wasn’t all that much to talk about. Still, Erica liked to have a schedule, she like having something - anything - to break up the long, boring monotony of life inside the Bullpen. Most of the day, Erica spent scanning documents and data on the projector, some of it her own, some of it extra work that Natalie and Hannah had tasked her with to keep her busy.

As the day wound down, Erica usually said goodbye to Colin for the afternoon and greeted the arrival of Wendy. She settled down and watched the news, some television, and a movie or two before bed. It wasn’t a terribly exciting life, but it had become her life nonetheless.

Throughout it all, Erica was unable to dismiss her undress. She was aware of her exposed pussy every time she sat down. She was aware of her tits being on display every time she had a conversation with Noah, or Aaron, or Colin. She couldn’t ignore her own naked reflection staring back at her, every time she glanced at the front wall. She couldn’t stop thinking that, just beyond those walls were people looking in at her, taking in her bare body.

***

Natalie had originally volunteered to give Erica her three deuterotone injections herself, but in the end, she had tasked the responsibility to Dr. Cho. Hannah and Erica were good friends, and Natalie thought that Erica might be more comfortable with her friend than with her boss. Hannah’s project had also slowed down in the weeks between Phase One and Phase Two, and Natalie felt the Asian-American doctor had more time to spare than the Director of the Human Hormone Lab herself, as Natalie was busy dealing with the a difficult Phase One trial over in Dr. Slattery’s laboratory. And, when it came right down to it, the older woman didn’t want to be forced to jump through the hoops that would have been required of her.

It had been decided that the injections were to be given in the Bullpen itself, and not outside in the Observation Room. Erica and Noah had both been extremely interested in the body’s immediate reaction to the injection of deuterotone, and while the corset was functional enough, it didn’t provide all the sensitivity and accuracy that the Bullpen did.

The room itself was often home to multiple primates at similar stages of testing, but configuring the emitters to read more that one entity – and in this case, human beings – was hours of work. In any case, a second person inside the Bullpen would be subject to the same stringent rules that governed the first, and it had been Erica who had originally insisted that she wouldn’t strip down to her skin to inject Emily DiStasio with the deuterotone.

Colin and his fellow technicians had, rather ingeniously, been able to dampen the effects that another person in the Bullpen would have on the emitters focused on their guinea pig, but the process required the other person to be covered in hospital scrubs fabricated from a special, synthetic fiber. Thus, Hannah came down that Monday morning, just a bit before three o’clock, to pick up the specially designed Bullpen Suit that had been laid out for her.

Metal, of any kind, was impermissible, which meant that Hannah had to remove all of her jewelry, anything with a metal fastener or zipper on it, and even her bra, because of its underwire. When she returned from the unisex bathroom down the hall from the Observation Room, Hannah was barefoot, dressed in the loose-fitting purple scrubs and wearing only her own panties beneath them. She laid her clothes in the cubby next to Erica’s, and steeled herself for the Bullpen.

Hannah had come down to visit Erica in the week before, and had even had lunch with her on Friday. They’d talked on the phone throughout the week, and had even shot e-mails back and forth at each other. But most of Hannah’s visits found Erica on one side of the mirror glass and Hannah on the other, sometimes the test subject completely unaware that her friend was even out there. Hannah, a few days earlier, had even watched in shock as Erica squatted and pissed into the drain in the Bullpen, seemingly forgetting that there might be anyone on the far side of the glass.

Armed with only a plastic needle, Hannah stepped through the slowly opening door and into the Bullpen, finding Erica patiently sitting and waiting for the deuterotone. Colin had shut the projector off when Hannah had first arrived, and Erica sat in silent contemplation, waiting for her experiment to begin in earnest. If she were going to back out of the test, if she was going to hold back from radically altering her body, this would be the last opportunity. She could chalk the past week up as an experiment in nudism only, and go on with her life as a B-chested biochemist waiting for another volunteer to test her deuterotone upon.

Instead, Erica simply steeled herself for the injection, knowing that she was taking a step towards making a name for herself, a step towards confirming her science.

“Long time, no see,” Hannah joked as her eyes wandered over the dark-haired girl’s naked body. Hannah was certainly attractive in her own right, but she found herself suddenly jealous of Erica’s firm stomach, her slender curves.

“You’ve got three minutes and twenty-eight seconds,” Colin announced through the intercom overhead as the Bullpen’s door rolled shut. “After that, I can’t keep the emitters functioning properly at even a mediocre level. So, let’s hurry the process along, because I don’t want to have to reboot the mainframe, and I really don’t want to spend my night replacing blown emitters.”

Realigning the tactile waves to ignore a second presence caused an increase in the energy needed to run the emitters properly, and there was a very good chance that they could overload if Hannah stayed inside for too long. Reading the second presence, along with the first, would have been significantly easier, and would’ve saved time and hassle on the part of the Bullpen staff. But Erica hadn’t wanted to put herself on display each time she injected Emily DiStasio.

“You heard the man,” Erica grimaced, lying back, flat on her back, and slowly spreading her legs.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing. The pinkness of her vagina was currently on display for another woman, another woman who had been her friend for the better part of the past few years. As if Erica hadn’t been through quite enough humiliation in the past week, she would now be subjected to Hannah poking around at her inner thigh, just inches from her most private of places.

Not that she hadn’t known what was coming. Erica had, after all, performed the same procedure on dozens of female chimps out in the Observation Room over the past few months - the deuterotone took hold best in the system if injected into one of the femoral arteries just below the groin. In this situation, Hannah would be playing Erica’s role, and Erica would be playing Trixie’s.

Trixie, though, had fought as the sharp needle approached her pussy. Erica just cringed.

“Just think of it as a gynecology appointment,” Erica told herself. In comparison, Hannah’s fingers wouldn’t actually be penetrating her, and that had to be listed among the positives. Instead, as Hannah’s bare fingertips found Erica’s bare skin, the Asian doctor would be concentrating on her inner thigh.

Erica felt Hannah’s fingers on her body, closer to her groin than she might have preferred, followed by the dull, aching pain of the plastic needle injecting its contents into her bloodstream.

Staring up at the ceiling, Erica couldn’t help but feel more like a whore than she had in the past week. She tried to think about what was going on as clinically as possible, but she couldn’t help but fixate upon the scene that Colin must have been gazing in on. The black-haired girl was on lying on her back with her legs stretched open. Another woman, an Asian doctor only a few years older than her, was crouched down in front of her pussy, her fingers grazing against some of her most intimate areas.

After the deuterotone had been unloaded into Erica’s right thigh, Hannah stood up, and took a step back. Erica, her legs still spread wide open as if an open lesbian invitation to the Asian doctor, had her eyes closed tight, wincing in pain as she felt the hormones spread down her leg. It hurt – more so than Erica had been anticipating. But it passed quickly, and the girl rated it only just above getting her ears pierced as a teenager, in terms of pain.

“I’m going to get changed,” Hannah announced as she backed towards the door of the Bullpen. Obviously, she felt uncomfortable about being around her friend, naked and in pain. But, as Erica wiped a small tear from one of her eyes, she noticed that Hannah wasn’t averting her eyes from her uncovered body. Instead, it appeared as if Hannah was focusing on the black-haired girl, desperately trying to avert her eyes from the clinical claustrophobia of the Bullpen itself. Hannah, apparently, was uncomfortable being inside the Bullpen - even for just a short period of time.

“Come back and talk with me over the camera before you go,” Erica asked politely, propping herself up on her elbows.

Hannah nodded, stepped from the white room, and disappeared into the Observation Room beyond as the Bullpen doors slid shut.

And so it had begun. The TW emitters were quickly processing the course of the deuterotone in Erica’s body, tracing its path from her femoral artery down into her leg and back up towards the rest of her body. Data was being generated. Readings were being taken. Body temperature. Dispersion rate. Absorption rate. Stress. Heart rate. Blood pressure. Nothing was left uncharted or unmeasured, and Erica knew that her staff would have more than enough information to keep them busy this week and beyond.

She, meanwhile, had nothing to do but sit and wait for her breasts to begin their growth.

A few minutes after Hannah had stepped white-faced from the white room, the projector came to life on the far side of the Bullpen. There, on the large screen, looking considerably more calm and collected in her own – and significantly less purple – clothing. As soon as her image had blinked on, the Asian doctor apologized.

“I have gained so much respect for you,” Hannah said, catching Erica somewhat by surprise. If anything, Erica full expected to be the laughing stock of ConnPharm.

“I could never do what you’re doing,” her friend continued. “And it’s not the nudity. I could probably do the nudity.” Erica watched as Colin’s eyebrow inadvertently went up. “But it’s the room – the Bullpen itself. I don’t think I could ever stay in there as long as you have, as long as you plan to.”

Erica smiled glumly. “Don’t remind me.” She still had four weeks to go – the actual experiment had only just begun.

***

The dreams began that first night.

Erica awoke from her slumber, covered in perspiration. She was lying facedown on the floor, but as she cast a glance around the room, she discovered that she was no longer in the Bullpen.

When I got back to the house, I almost slumped over in relief, but managed to stand up as I waited for them to catch up with me. My girlfriends told the guys they had to leave now and they took me into the house, still naked but for my shoes. My pants had been on the car, but I didn’t even think to put them on. My friends made me take off my shoes and sleep naked that night.

After that night, whenever we were all together, I usually ended up topless or naked. They made me undress in front of everyone, not allowing me to remove my clothes in another room. The guys always got feels of me, but other than that they didn’t try to force me to do anything. And I am certainly not going to tell you about whether or not I had sex. You’ll have to decide that for yourself. I will tell you that I did not have sex in front of everyone in any way, shape or form!

Other things that they did to me that summer was to drive out in the country and make me take off my clothes standing on the side of the road. Then they would take my clothes in the car and drive down the road, leaving me standing naked. They would stop in sight and wait for me to walk or run to the car and then just before I would reach it, they would drive off further and stop again. They would do this several times until I started crying, then they would let me in the car but still not let me have my clothes, driving off with me naked still. They’d only let me start getting dressed as we got back to town.

They also would take to me to a parking lot were the guys were waiting. Then they would give me an envelope and tell me to take it to the guys. I had to get into the guy’s car while they opened the envelope and then the guys would read the note and laugh. Then they would give it to me. It usually told me to give them my bra or underpants. I had to strip from the waist up or waist down to give them my bra or panties and I know the guys loved it when they saw me coming. The last time they did this to me I knew that something was up for sure when it happened after dark and we were parked in a lot that had no traffic or cars. The note in the envelope was passed around (they had the interior light on to read and see me). Each one laughed and turned to me, waiting for me to read it. By now I was trembling. This wasn’t usual with the notes. I took it when it was handed to me, shaking slightly. When I read it I couldn’t help myself.

“Oh god no.”

The note told me to strip, put my shoes back on and come back to the girl’s car. I looked out the window and saw that they had driven away from the guy’s car. It was probably only 100 feet, but it looked like a mile to me. I looked around at the guys, shivering, seeing their smiles. I didn’t want to do this, but they had all seen me naked before. What did I have to lose? Slowly, I bent and removed my shoes and socks. I thought a bit and then removed my pants, keeping my exposure so far below the window of the car. As I looked around, I saw the power I had to excite guys and that gave me a rush. Even so, I was shaking as I took off my top. I was in my bra and panties and I knew all the guy’s eyes were glued to me. I quickly stripped off my underwear and then slipped into my shoes. I then got out of the car and ran naked to my girlfriends, giggling to myself. Eventually that night I got my clothes back, but they kept me naked for a while, driving around town and threatening to make me get out of the car.

I was shaking, sure that I was going to be caught naked that night, but it didn’t happen. I was very excited that night. I could always tell because of how stiff my nipples were!

I will tell you that I was eighteen when all this started and it was only during the summer before I left for school that this stuff went on. Unfortunately, the girlfriend of mine who was the nastiest to me was going to the same school as I was. I didn’t really think about that until I was close to leaving and she reminded me with a nasty smile.

“You will mind me, won’t you Sabine?”

All I could do was to give her a sick smile as my stomach clenched. I realized then that leaving for school wasn’t going to change much for me. But, I also knew that I would be scared and excited both if she kept doing this to me. Now, as I look back, I realize that I could have said no. At home my friends just would have stripped me anyway. At school, until she found girls who would cooperate with her, I could have gotten away with a no. But I also knew that she would get even eventually and that made me very hesitant to piss her off.

I just didn’t realize how quick she would find girls who would like to humiliate me. It sure didn’t take her long!

I did have two weeks of pure joy where I was able to keep my clothes on. That came to an end the third weekend of school. It was a Saturday after the football game that she came to my dorm room with four other girls.

“Put on some shorts and your tennis shoes.”

I kind of looked at her helplessly and then at the other girls. As soon as I went to my dresser to find a pair of shorts, they started giggling. I blushed immediately and slipped into my shorts. I looked at them, blushing, knowing that I was soon going to be humiliated.

“Come on Sabine. You’re going to have fun tonight.”

Blushing all the time, they led me back to the football stadium. It was dark out and the stadium was mostly dark, but there were streetlights that kind of lit it up on one end of it. Around the football field was a running track. They led me to the dark end of the field. When we stopped, I looked at them and they were all grinning at me.

“Sabine, we are going to see how fast you can run. I want you to run around the track from here and back to us. You have sixty-five seconds to run the track back to here. If you don’t make it in that time, you get to pay a penalty.”

My heart just leaped into my throat and my stomach clenched. I hung my head because I couldn’t look at anyone.

“You can start now.”

I didn’t get going immediately because I wasn’t expecting her to have me start without telling me the penalty in front of everyone. I yelped in surprise and started running, hearing chuckling behind me. I ran as hard as I could but I knew in my heart that I wasn’t going to make it around in sixty-five seconds. I was right. As I came back to them, panting from exertion, I stopped, bending over to catch my breath.

“Give me your top.”

I stared at her, shaking my head no, but I knew she would make me. I looked at all of them and saw grins on all their faces. I slowly removed my top and handed it to her. She dropped it on the grass.

“You have seventy seconds this time. Get going now.”

I started to run faster this time, but I was also tired. By the time I reached halfway, I was beginning to cry because I knew I wouldn’t make this time either. Of course, crying didn’t help my breathing, which slowed me down even more. I was gasping for breath as reached them this time. Now I was scared because I didn’t know how far she would go. I looked at only her this time, then down the track to the lighted end and back to her. I was sobbing softly.

“Your bra.”

I was whimpering in fear as I unhooked it and watched her take it and drop it on the grass.

“Seventy-five seconds. Go.”

I immediately began running, but I was exhausted and my sobbing didn’t let me catch my breath. My boobs also were bouncing up and down, which hurt. I tried to hold them still with a hand under them, but they still flopped around. I could barely keep running all the way. As I stopped, panting and sobbing, I bent, trying to gasp enough air.

“Shorts.”

I looked up and all the girls there were watching me to see if I would go through with this. I didn’t want to give her my shorts, but I thought they would strip them off me, so I slipped them off and watched them hit the grass as she dropped them.

“You have thirty seconds to catch your breath.”

I could feel sweat running down my sides and my nose was running because I had been crying. I had to look like hell. In no time, she called my name to have me look at her.

“Sabine, now we are going to see how easy you are. Seventy-five seconds again and you know the penalty. Get going.”

I really wasn’t ready, I needed more time to catch my breath but I wasn’t going to get it. I dashed off, holding onto my boobs with one hand, but before I had gone a third of the way, I had to let go of them to keep any sort of pace. I flopped all the rest of the way and as I came into sight, they laughed at me. I was hoping that I had made it in time, but her grin told me I hadn’t.

“Panties.”

I hesitated, knowing if I did this, the other girls would know that I could be browbeaten into almost anything.

“Panties now and you will get them back soon. If you don’t by the time I count to five you won’t get them back tonight. One. Two.”

Before she could reach three, my panties were down and I was hopping up and down to get them off. As I handed them to her, I could feel eyes on my naked body, and blushed deeply. She took my panties, picked the rest of my clothes and began walking toward the lit end of the football field and track.

I stood dumbly, watching her walk away.

“Come on Sabine. You need to walk to cool down.”

With a squeak, I began to walk behind her, with the rest of them watching my naked ass from behind and giggling. She led me right into the lit area and then turned to me, handing me my bra and watching as I got it on. My eyes kept going to the path leading to the field. Then I got my top. The other girls were giggling and whispering behind me.

She then handed me my panties and I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled them up. Then I got my shorts and I was quickly dressed again. Even so I was still pretty humiliated because several new people had seen me naked in a public place and I had stripped myself.

We all walked back to my dorm and to my room. My roommate had left for the weekend. She waited until all of us were in my tiny room and then she told me to strip naked. I blushed bright red and slowly did it. She insisted that I take everything off, even my shoes and socks. Then she told me to get on my bed and open my legs. Last she told me to open myself up so they could see if I was wet. I whimpered, but did as I was told and knew they were seeing how juicy I was. Even if they hadn’t seen my wet pussy, my erect nipples showed them how turned on I was. Now it wasn’t just her who knew how easy it was to humiliate me, but four other girls as well. I was not even thinking about that at the time, but when they all left me, it hit me. There were five girls now that knew I would do stuff, five too many! Thankfully my girlfriend from home was the only one who made me shame myself, but the others were usually around to see my humiliation.

It was quiet for a while after that. She and the others left me alone, but I was in a constant state of apprehension, wondering when she or they were going to catch me and humiliate me again. I imagined all sorts of things they could make me do and my mind was probably worse than anything they would come up with for me to do. Finally on a Thursday two weeks later there was a knock on my door. I cringed inside and went and opened it. I was right this time because it was she and rest of them. They looked at my clothes. They must have been acceptable because she just motioned me out of the door. My roommate watched and then she got up and followed us. I really was upset that she came along. I didn’t want her to know about me.

They led me to recreation building in the center of the campus. The building had pool tables in the lower level, a snack bar on the main level and the upper level had a television room. The television room overlooked the snack bar and was open on that side. The other side had a large television and seating was higher the further you were away from the television, like a theater. I was shaking by the time we got to the building and I know I was red-faced. My roommate was walking just behind me not saying much but very curious. They led me to the upper level and sat me in the second to last row. They sat all around me. I waited with my eyes downcast. My roommate was asking what was going on. After an excruciatingly long five minutes my friend from home spoke to me softly, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“Sabine, I want you to give your roommate your bra and panties.”

I gulped and my roommate’s eyes shot to her and then to me. I looked up and down the rows of chairs and couches that were probably a third full of people watching the television. My roommate leaned over to me.

“Is she serious? She can’t be serious.”

I didn’t answer but bent over and untied my shoes. As I toed them off, I looked her in the eyes and then bent once more to take off my socks. She only looked at me just like all the others. It was so quiet you could hear the sound my socks made as they slipped off my feet. I started to sniffle, very close to crying.

I looked up and at my roommate. It was as though she and I were the only two there. She watched me as my hands went to the button on my jeans. Our eyes were on each other’s as though no one else was there. My zipper went down and I reached for the waistband. I squirmed back and forth until they were below my butt. Then I pushed them down and off, blushing so hard. Someone pulled my jeans out of my hands and I reached up for my panties. Then they were down and off. This time I was allowed to clutch them in my hand until I reached toward her. I held them out and she took them from me. I was naked below the waist. Next I pulled my top off. This time I looked past my roommate towards all the other people to see if anyone was looking at me. No one was. My top was pulled out of my hands and I leaned forward to remove my bra. I slid it off my arms and handed it to my roommate.

As soon as I did that hands grabbed my legs and pulled them open and forward until my ass was resting on the edge of my seat. Two more hands reached over my shoulders and cupped my boobs and thumbs brushed over my nipples.

I was naked and they were starting to play with me in public. I groaned out loud. My eyes closed as I felt a finger slip inside me. My head fell back and I felt something at my lips.

“Open.”

My panties were shoved into my mouth to keep me from making too much noise. The finger began to move in and out and my nipples were pinched. I gasped into my panties. I felt myself becoming aroused. My hips began to lift into the finger that was thrusting into my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw my roommate staring at me with her mouth open. She couldn’t believe what I had done and what I was allowing to be done to me. My hips moved up and down. The finger stopped moving and let me do the work. They all watched me hump on the finger until they felt I was close to coming. Then the finger pulled out of me and I moaned in frustration. The hands left my boobs and I whimpered through my panties.

My panties were pulled out of my mouth and I felt them at my pussy. Panting, I opened my eyes and looked down as someone started pushing my panties inside me. Very softly I began to cry from what they were doing to me. I watched along with everyone else as they disappeared inside me. I felt so full when the last bit of fabric disappeared from my sight.

My jeans and top were dropped in front of me.

“Get dressed.”

Shakily, I pulled my top on and struggled into my jeans.

“Stand up.”

I did and they led my back to my dorm. We went up the stairs to my floor. My roommate was stopped.

“Is there anything you would like the bitch to do right now?”

She looked at me and grinned.

“Strip.”

I blushed. I was at the top of the stairs on my floor, perhaps fifty feet from my room. I toed off my shoes. Then I undid my jeans and squirmed them down, taking my socks with them. I tugged my top over my head and stood holding it in my hands.

“Drop it.”

I obeyed and it hit the carpeted floor. They pushed me forward and I began walking to my room. Everyone watched my naked body walk down the hall. When I reached my door I couldn’t get in because I didn’t have a key. I turned to the girls and they were still at the top of the stairs. My roommate giggled and then walked down the hall to our room. She brought my clothes, unlocked the door and went inside. I followed her. She tossed my clothes in the closet on the floor. I stood with my face down. She walked up to me and pushed my chin up.

“We are going to have fun, Sabine. We will have a lot of fun. Beginning tomorrow, whenever you are in the room, you will be naked. Now get your panties out of your pussy.”

I felt with a finger inside until I could catch my panties, then I pulled them out slowly, moaning as they rubbed me on the way out. She took them from me and pushed them into my face, rubbing them on it. They were wet and my face ended up wet and smelling of pussy. I didn’t like it, but I said nothing.

She cupped my boobs.

“What are these?”

“Breasts.”

“No, for you they are tits. Say it.”

“Tits.”

She slapped my butt.

“What is that?”

“My butt.”

“No, for you it’s an ass. Say it.”

“Ass.”

She then reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy.

“What’s this?”

“My pussy.”

“No, for you it’s a cunt. Say it.”

I sobbed softly.

“Cunt.”

“If anyone uses any words other than those to describe you, you will politely correct them and tell them that you have tits, an ass and a cunt. Understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yes, we are going to have so much fun!”

I buried my face in my hands and began to cry.

She looked at me and shook her head. Then she got her purse and walked to the door. I think she was thinking I would say something in the car and wanted to get me away from the dorm so I would. She stopped and looked at me. I stood up and followed her. We went out to her car. We got inside it.

“D-drive somewhere, anywhere.”

She started it and drove out of the parking lot. I sat shivering thinking through what I had decided. We were on a brightly-lighted street and she was looking at me from time to time.

“You don’t think I would take of my clothes without someone forcing me, do you?”

“No I don’t, I think you are protecting someone, someone who is being very mean to you, Sabine. I want to fix it for you.”

“J-j-just watch.”

I bent over and untied my sneakers and pulled them off, dropping them in the backseat.

“Sabine.”

I ignored her and after taking a deep, shaky breath, I pulled my top up and over my head, baring myself from the waist up. I dropped it in the backseat also.

“Sabine, you don’t have to do this. What is being done to you is terrible and should be stopped.”

I looked at her and started to cry, she was being so nice to me. I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. I lifted my butt and pulled it down. I lifted my feet out and bent over, lifting the skirt up. For a moment I held it in front of me, looking at her and hoping that I was making the right decision. Then I reached back and let it fall in the backseat also. Naked, I sat there. I wiped my eyes with a hand and my nose also.

“Satisfied?”

“I still think you are lying to me.”

“Pull over then, stop the car.”

She turned off the main street and onto a residential street and stopped perhaps a hundred feet from the corner. I looked at her, wanting to trust her, but afraid of the consequences if I did. I looked around. It was late. It was dark. I opened the door and got out. I shut it, standing naked on the grass and stepped back to the sidewalk. I gave her a weak smile and began walking down the sidewalk bare ass naked. She sat and watched me for a few moments as I got further and further away from the car. Then she pulled up ahead of me and got out. She walked in front of me and grabbed my shoulders, stopping me.

“I still think you are lying. But since you won’t tell me anything, I will have to think about this. I may have to report this entire episode to the president and the Conduct Committee. Get in the car and I’ll take you back.”

I let my shoulders slump down and walked back to the car. I got in and sat naked. She got in.

“Get dressed.”

I knelt up and bent over the back of the seat, feeling for my clothes and embarrassed even if she was a woman too. I got my top, then the skirt and my shoes. I pulled on the top, then the skirt and slipped on my shoes. She drove back in silence and I was glad she was quiet. I had nothing to say.

When we were back at the campus and parked she didn’t let me get out.

“Sabine, tell me. I know this is not you.”

“Would you like more proof?”

I had mostly calmed down by now and was thinking hard.

“No Sabine. I don’t want you to prove anything to me that I don’t believe. Now go to your room and get some sleep. I will talk to you tomorrow and decide what I am going to do with you.”

I really didn’t feel very good after hearing that. I pictured myself standing at attention in front of a group of people, the Conduct Committee. The President and Board of Trustees were there also and a group of girls and boys to witness my expulsion. It was a very different expulsion. I had to stand as girls with some armbands came up and removed my clothes, leaving me naked and then the President got up and read something to the effect that the honor code prohibited nudity or something like that and I was being expelled for the good of the student body. I was then paraded down in front of all of them, naked and led out. My suitcases with all my belongings were at the curb and my parents were standing there, waiting for me. My father loaded the suitcases in the trunk and my mother started to cry as she looked at me. My father opened the back door and I climbed in the car still naked. Mother and father got in and we drove off. Some imagination, huh?

I just went to my room and cautiously opened the door. Rebecca and Amy were still sitting there.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You were gone for almost an hour, something happened. What did you tell her?”

“I said nothing, I told her nothing. She doesn’t know anything other than I ran into the dorm naked.”

“You’re lying, Sabine.”

“If I am, you’ll find out soon enough, because your asses will be in trouble. Now let me go to bed.”

I went to my dresser and pulled out a nightgown. I looked at them, stripped and slipped off my clothes, then put the nightgown on and got into my bed. I turned my face to wall and began to cry, silently. I didn’t know if I had done the right thing or not. But, it was done now. I couldn’t take it back. I hoped that they would let up on me and not embarrass me anymore, but that wasn’t a sure thing. I just hoped I had made the right decision.

The next morning the dorm mother came into our room. She crooked a finger at me and I got up in my nightgown and followed her. We went to her office and the president and a male security guard were there.

“All right. Ms. Wilson has told me something of what has happened and I want you to tell us the truth. Who is doing this to you? What she has told us is that she doesn’t believe you would have done what you without being pressured. So we want to know who is doing it.”

I felt uncomfortable being there, especially in my nightgown. I was thinking again.

“May I ask a question?”

“Yes.”

“I have been told that I am an exhibitionist. If I prove that to you, will you drop this and let things be and not punish me?”

“Well, ah, I don’t know.”

“I can prove it to you now, but I don’t want to punished. I will assure you that I will not embarrass the school further.”

The president looked at me, a fairly plain girl, quiet and obviously shy, since my face was red already.

“I suppose.”

“No punishment?”

“No.”

Ms. Wilson started to get up as she realized what I was going to do, but she was too late. I pulled up my nightgown to my shoulders and then over my head. I held it in front of me for a second and then dropped it on the floor. Then hands at my sides, naked, I slowly turned around, showing him my bare ass and then stopped, facing him and the security guard, naked. Ms. Wilson reached me and stepped in front of me and put her arms around me.

“Get out.”

The president and the guard got up and left, not before getting an eyeful. I was blushing and hot and started shaking.

“Stupid girl, stupid, stupid, stupid. You could have told. Now it’s too late. But I think he’ll keep his promise and you won’t be punished. Get your gown back on and go back to your room. Get dressed and wear some underwear today. Tell whomever that I said you had to wear underwear and that I was going to check to be sure you did. And find a friend you can trust and tell me who it is. I will get you in that room and away from Amy.”

Oh my god, she had figured something out. I was dreading going back to the room. I picked up my nightgown and slipped it on. I walked back to my room slowly. As I came in, Amy got up.

“What’s going on?”

“Shut up Amy. I had to prove that I did it alone, last night and again this morning. To keep you out of trouble. Shut up, just shut up.”

“What happened?”

“Last night I stripped in Ms. Wilson’s car to keep her from asking more questions and this morning I stripped in front of the president and a security guard and told them I was an exhibitionist. Now shut up. Ms. Wilson says I have to wear underwear and that she is going to check to be sure that I am, so get my things and let me get dressed.”

Amy got up and left and returned a few minutes later with a paper bag stuffed with my bras and panties. I grabbed the bag and dumped everything on my bed and grabbed the first pair of underpants I saw. I stepped into them and pulled them up before taking off my nightgown. I put on a bra and then a skirt and blouse and left for breakfast.

I was embarrassed at what I had done, but I wasn’t a squealer. I took my medicine even though I didn’t like it. After breakfast I returned to the room and Amy and Rebecca were there.

“You said nothing?”

“They don’t know who, but they suspect you, Amy. So just leave me alone, all right. You too, Rebecca, just leave me alone.”

A few days later I was in another room with a girl a lot like me. Shy, quiet, reserved. I kept to myself a lot and studied hard but after a few days I felt like I was in a funk. I couldn’t figure it out. I tried, god I tried! A few more days and it was Friday. I went to Amy’s room after dinner.

“Look, Amy, I am feeling pretty low and I want to try something. Is there a party somewhere or can you set one up with a few girls and some guys?”

She looked at me.

“Well, I guess I could.”

She was suspicious, I couldn’t blame her.

“Look, I am not trying to get back at you, Amy, I just need to find something out. All right?”

“I’ll let you know.”

A couple of hours later Amy came into my room.

“I’ve got a thing set up. You, me and four other girls and some guys we know from school. It’s off campus.”

“Fine, what time?”

“I’ll get you.”

I left and dressed in nice jeans and a top and underwear thank god, underwear! I waited. Amy came and got me.

We left and went to this apartment off campus.

We all had some drinks, yes drinks. After a while of talking and stuff I got up.

“I want to play spin the bottle with my rules. I’ll go into the other room and when a guy gets a turn he is to come in there with me. No questions.”

Someone got a bottle. No one knew what I intended. I went into the other room and stood, waiting.

The first guy came in.

“Take off my shoes.”

He did and I stood up and kissed him, really well for me. I pointed at the door and he left, confused.

I waited some more, until the second guy came in.

“Take off my socks.”

He did and I kissed him long and hard also. He left. I waited some more. The third guy came in.

“Take off my top.”

I stood quietly as he looked at me. Then he walked up to me and after grasping the bottom of my top he lifted it up. I raised my arms and it went up, over my head and off. I kissed him long and hard also.

I waited some more and the fourth guy came in. He stared at me standing in jeans and a bra. I looked at him.

“My jeans.”

He fiddled with the snap and unzipped me, and then he knelt and pulled them down my legs. I leaned on him with both hands and lifted my left foot, waiting until he got that leg off, then lifted my right foot. I was just in underwear now. I pulled him up and kissed him. Then I pushed him to the door. I figured that they were talking about me. The fifth guy came in and smiled at me. I lifted my arms and didn’t say a word. He walked behind me and unhooked my bra. I shivered as he pulled my arms down and lowered the bra, baring my tits. I let him take it off, leaving me in just my underpants. His arms went around me and he kissed me, frenching me and feeling my soft breasts and hard nipples on his chest.

I was shivering when he left me alone once again. The sixth guy came in and stopped. He hadn’t believed the others, I guess. I held out my arms and he came into them. I kissed him hard and moved his hands down my underpants. He understood then. He pushed them down until they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I kissed him again and let him squeeze my naked ass.

“One more turn for every guy.”

I pushed him towards the door. He really didn’t want to go, but he knew he was coming back. He left.

As each one came back in, I let them look, touch my breasts only, tease my nipples with their fingers and hold my bare ass as they kissed me. Then I gave them the piece of my clothes that they had removed earlier and sent them back. After all of them had a feel of me and a naked kiss and I had no clothes to put on, I took a deep breath and walked out to where everyone was.

The girls and guys all knew that I was naked but they didn’t expect me to come out naked. But I did. And I was feeling better than I had for days and days. I stayed naked and waited on them all, bringing drinks and letting them look. I felt empowered and even though a couple of the girls were obviously unhappy with me, I was happier than I had been for days. I didn’t go in the bedroom and “pull the train”, like some of you wish. I didn’t let them finger me except for teasing my breasts. I just let them strip me and then see me naked.

The guys left. It was just the girls now.

“Look, I had to find out. I just like being naked, all right? No one got hurt, most everyone seems happy and if one the guys was a boyfriend, I am sorry. Tell me and I will apologize and not fool with him anymore. But I had to find out. Now I know. Amy, let’s go back. I got dressed and we left.

“Amy, no more fucking with my mind. I’ll do things, I’ll get naked, but no more shit where I am not happy. If I say no, drop it. You’ll get to see me naked in front of people and I may do some stupid things where I could get caught, but on my terms, OK? I just can’t deal with being uptight and scared of what you are going to do with me. And don’t forget, I kept your ass out of trouble.”

She didn’t say anything. We got back to the dorm and I went to my room and she to hers. A few minutes later, she and Rebecca showed up. My roommate didn’t really know me.

“So, you’ll do shit, but only if you want to, Sabine?”

“Yes. And no pressure and no forcing me. I just found out I like it. You’ll get your views of me but on my terms.”

They left. My roommate looked at me. She had been in bed, but now was sitting up looking at me.

“What was that all about?”

“Remember the story about the girl running into our dorm naked and no one would say who it was?”

“Well, yeah…”

“It was me. I kept some people from getting into big time trouble because Ms. Wilson caught me. She got me away from some people that she thought were doing things to me. And I got down and I had to find out for myself. So tonight I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Promise nothing gets said?”

“Promise.”

“I went to a party tonight. We played spin the bottle and I let the guys there undress me. Until just a half-hour ago, I was naked with six guys and five girls and they were all dressed. And I liked it. I liked it a lot. So I probably will do it again.”

She just looked at me. I smiled at her and stripped off all my clothes and climbed into bed naked.

“Good night.”

“Satisfied?”

“Um, maybe.”

“Maybe? Maybe? Good God, Ms. Wilson! We are not going to drag everything we do into your dirty little mind!”

I had been slumped back, panting, until I heard that.

“Melanie, stop it.”

I looked at Ms. Wilson.

“If I tell you everything, this is over, right? It doesn’t come up again and we get the room away from everyone, so we can do what we want and no one’s tender sensibilities are corrupted…right?”

She nodded. I made her write it out on a sheet of paper and then sign it. I put the paper in my middle desk drawer for the time being. I sat back down. I looked at Melanie. She was fuming, pissed off and ready to argue some more.

“Get dressed and go out for a while. Take about twenty minutes.”

I sat, still naked, as Melanie dressed. She walked to our door and turned to Ms. Wilson.

“If anything happens when I am gone that Sabine doesn’t like, I will get you somehow, Ms. Wilson, some way. You’ll pay for hurting my girl. I promise you that and you had better believe it.”

She turned, opened the door and stalked out, slamming it behind her.

Ms. Wilson turned to me, white-faced and angry.

“Just let it be and listen to me. Melanie and I didn’t do much of anything at first but talk a little and be students. But I needed more and she and I found that for me. I proceeded to tell her about the night I had gone flashing with her and how she stripped me naked in front of the guys at the other school. And the little show at the gas station. I told her how I masturbated in front of Melanie of that night, exploding in an orgasm in front of her.

I told her about my stripping in the cornfield and then walking naked to find Melanie and her car. I told her about the two men seeing me naked and then Melanie buying the dildo and using it on me to make me come once more.

I told her about Melanie tying me up for the first time, stripping me naked and putting the dildo in me, right in front of our window. How she tied me on her bed and had me lick her pussy until she orgasmed and how she teased me unmercifully until I felt as though I was going to implode. I assured her that I liked that a lot. Ms. Wilson was dumbfounded that two eighteen-year-old girls were doing these things to each other. My first spanking…so deliciously naughty.

I told her about us going to the adult store, which shocked her, and how Melanie had pulled down my panties in the store and all the things she bought for us. Not for her, for us. And then having me use the dildo on the chair in front of her naked and bouncing up and down. And then later when she used the harness on me, fucking me in bed and then having me lick her pussy until she orgasmed.

The day that Melanie first used the anal plug on me and then fucked my ass, rubbing my pussy while she did, until I came. And me licking her pussy again.

I’m not stupid though, I didn’t tell her about being peed on or the night with Erin, when they both used me and spanked me. I didn’t think she would believe that I willingly let Melanie pee on me or that having another person fuck me and pee on me was something I was willing to do for Melanie.

I told her about the two of us licking each other together and then how Melanie got me into a role, playing a mind game with me and using a little physical punishment. I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but she had already seen Melanie slapping my breasts. I thought, she’ll either believe or not that I like it, I like giving up to Melanie.

I told her a little about our games and my desire to be dominated and Melanie’s ability to dominate me. Not everything though. I didn’t want all my dirty laundry on the floor.

She just stared at me throughout the entire recitation.

“So Melanie has intercourse with you but you don’t with her.”

“She told me she is a virgin, Ms. Wilson. I don’t need that from her anyway; I get enough other things out of this so that is a luxury. If she wants me to do it to her, she’ll let me know. I trust her.”

Ms. Wilson shook her head.

“I’m still having trouble believing that you are doing this without some coercion, Sabine. It just doesn’t seem to be you.”

“Still waters run deep Ms. Wilson. You made your offer to both of us that we could come to you anytime and talk if we are not happy. You got me away from the other two and now you want to break up something I am so happy with…can’t you just believe me? Didn’t you just see me willingly let Melanie put the plug in my ass? Didn’t you just see Melanie strip naked in front of you and lick both my pussy and anus? What else can we do to prove it to you? Anything we do, you’ll still think the same, that these two girls cannot be truthful. What they are doing is wrong because of your upbringing, Ms. Wilson. It would be better if you came into this room and we each had a guy on top of us, wouldn’t it? You may not like that either, but it fits the way things are “supposed” to be much better. Well, Ms. Wilson, not everyone in the world is what they are “supposed” to be. I mean, Jesus, there is a gay and lesbian organization on this campus!”

“Yes, there is but neither of you belong to it.”

“So, if I joined would that make you believe us?”

She sighed. I watched her.

“No, it wouldn’t make a difference. I just can’t believe that you two, ah God.”

“Just let us be and keep your promise to us. Let us have that room. You still have your master key. We can’t keep you out of the room we are in, but let us have each other. I love Melanie.”

“Even with what she does to you? Sabine, think for God’s sake.”

“I have thought. I have used my mind and I want this. We have something special, Ms. Wilson. In four years we may go our separate ways, but we have something now, something wonderful and caring in our own way. Don’t take that away from us, please.”

The door opened and Melanie walked in, shutting it softly. She walked up to me and sat down beside me, putting her arm around my shoulders. She looked at me and then Ms. Wilson.

“Well?”

“Ms. Wilson, the ball is in your court. I will tell you that you can move us apart, but you can’t keep us apart. Do what you have to do and so will we.”

“Ah, God, against my better judgment, you can have that room, together, but I still may check on the two of you.”

“Jesus Christ, then we have no privacy.”

“Take it or leave it. That’s all I can say or do right now, but I still don’t like this whole situation.”

Melanie was going to say more, but I put a finger on her lips and shook my head. I smiled at her. Then I looked at Ms. Wilson.

“All right, the deal is we can stay together but in that top floor room. You’ll keep everything you’ve seen and heard to yourself, correct?”

She nodded.

“Then we move in today. Melanie, we have to pack our stuff and haul it up there. So, let’s get busy. Ms. Wilson, can we have a key for our new room, please.”

She got up and nodded once more and left.

“Christ, I didn’t think you were this assertive, Sabine.”

“I just know what I want and will do whatever I have to do to get it, Melanie. Now let’s get moving, I want to be up there before this day is over.”

We started packing our clothes, stripped the beds and looked at all our books and sighed. This was not going to be a good day for some things. What only took a couple of hours when we moved in at the start of the year took us six hours with the five flights of stairs we had to climb with each load. And we didn’t have our parents to help us this time, just the two of us.

We were exhausted, sweaty and dirty by the time we were done. Ms. Wilson watched us and lent a hand with some things but we were pretty much on our own. There were some perks with the room and its bathroom, however. The room was much bigger. Ms. Wilson had told us that much earlier in the college’s days that this was an assistant resident’s room. The bed was a little bigger than what we had, but it was only one bed. That left a large open area where the second bed would have been. At least for now, anyway. We were going to have to get a second bed in here before long, but neither of us was up to hauling a mattress and a bed frame today. We needed another dresser too. The bathroom was beautiful. It had a large sink with a huge counter and mirror, a shower, bigger than ours was and a huge claw foot tub. When Melanie saw that, her eyes lit up. I knew that look. It probably meant something interesting for me, later.

Ms. Wilson helped us with the last load of our stuff. She watched us explore our new home, smiling at how excited we both were. She was all right, for a tight assed, mid thirties woman.

“Can we make some modifications to the rooms?”

I looked at Melanie and she smirked at me.

“I have some ideas already.”

Then she giggled. I blushed, wondering what they might be.

“Check with me first, Melanie.”

Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’m hot, sweaty and dirty and I am going to take a shower.”

After saying that, I stripped naked and walked into the bathroom. Ms. Wilson just shook her head.

“Girls, don’t make me regret this.”

“We won’t, we promise, and we will be discreet.”

“I’m counting on that, because if you aren’t we will all be leaving the school and I might have to move in with the two of you.”

I had stopped when I heard her words and walked back out. I leaned against the doorframe, naked and watched her leave us, shutting the door firmly behind her.

We slept together that night, naked and holding each other after I had licked Melanie to orgasm.

“No, Melanie.”

“If you aren’t fingering your pussy, then what could it be?”

“Oh God, Melanie, please…”

“Oh darling, you can tell me.”

“Oh Jesus, Melanie, I am fingering my ass.”

“Sabine! Only dirty sluts finger their ass. Are you?”

“Yes, Melanie, I’m a dirty slut.”

She then slapped my ass cheeks, making me squeal. I should have, but I didn’t expect that.

“That’s good, darling. Dirty sluts should be spanked, don’t you think? Now take your fingers out and reach back. You know what goes in your hand, don’t you?”

I closed my eyes, even if I couldn’t see anything because of the position I was in and reached back, finding the cock she had on. I touched it and shivered inside. I lightly took it in my hand.

“Now put it where I want it, darling.”

I knew what she wanted, she wanted to make me ashamed and humiliated and I slowly pulled it forward, sensing her moving closer as I did. I pulled it and her closer and finally the head was between my cheeks. Moaning softly, I knelt, waiting.

“Now, darling, take both hands and spread your cheeks for me. Hold them open until I say you can let go.”

I felt so submissive as I reached back with both hands and whimpered softly as I took hold of my ass. Then, swallowing, I slowly pulled my ass open. I felt Melanie move until the head of her cock was at my ring and I gave a soft sob as she pushed forward. My ring resisted, but it was inevitable. The head pushed through it and I gasped, feeling stretched and dirty. Melanie let me kneel, feeling it inside me, just inside for a few moments. Then she began to speak to me.

“I expect you to mind me, darling.”

As she said this, she thrust in until her hips hit my ass, making me gasp. Oh God, it hurt going in! She wasn’t being gentle with me; she was just taking my ass.

“I don’t want to hear any back talk or any negative comments.”

She pulled back as she said this and slammed up my ass at the end.

“I do not want to have to spank you everyday, but I will if it is the only way that you will learn.”

The cock slipped back and slammed into my ass once more. I was whimpering softly. My ass felt so full. It was hurting a little, I was struggling to relax my ring so it wouldn’t hurt, not entirely successfully. My natural tendency, because I didn’t like being fucked up the ass, was to tense up, which wasn’t good.

“If you understand, push back, darling.”

I whimpered once more and hesitantly pushed back, this time moving my ass to engulf her cock. moaning as it filled me.

“I don’t expect you to like this or some other things that may happen, but I do expect obedience from you.”

As I pushed back again, she drove her hips forward, impaling my ass on her cock once more. I felt shamed, dirty, slutty, humiliated.

“Do you understand me, darling?”

I whimpered, softly.

“Y-y-yes, Melanie.”

“Will I have any more problems with you, darling?”

“N-n-no, Melanie.”

As she was asking me these questions, she was forcefully thrusting up my ass. Her hips slapped against me, making a smacking sound that was so shameful to me, knowing that she was in my ass, deep in it.

“I don’t believe that you will be able to obey always darling, but know that I expect it and that there will be consequences if you don’t. Now tell me where my cock is, darling.”

“I-I-In m-m-my ass.”

“Yes it is. And what is it doing to you?”

“I-I-it’s fucking m-m-my ass.”

“Do you like it, darling? Do you like my cock up your ass?”

“N-n-no.”

“Oh, does it make my little girl feel bad?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“But you know that I like it, don’t you? I like watching your ass open up for me, watching you shudder as it goes in. I like knowing that you don’t really love it, darling. I like knowing that you feel nasty and dirty and ashamed.”

She plunged her cock in and out of me, fucking my ass. She reached forward and grabbed my hair; pulling my body up, making my back arch and me gasp as she did. She held me up with one hand and with the other she found a nipple and pulled on it harshly, making me gasp once more.

“Just remember what will happen to you every time that you ignore me or don’t mind, Sabine. Your tight little ass will be spanked and you may get your ass fucked. Right after your ass is spanked or paddled. You do understand me, don’t you?”

“Y-y-y-yes Melanie.”

I shivered as she pounded me, my asshole, moaning softly in shame. She reached down and teased my pussy, flicking my clitoris in time with her thrusts. She teased and tormented me, until I was mindlessly pushing back to meet her thrusts, panting and gasping as I was fucked. She knew me, knew when I was so close to the point of no return. She stopped rubbing my pussy and clitoris and pinched and twisted a nipple, hard, making me whine and forget that she had been teasing me. She pounded my ass, fucking it, until she felt that I really understood what she meant. Then she pulled out, leaving me shuddering in front of her. She roughly pulled my face around until it was in front of her cock. I knew what she expected and with a soft cry of dismay, I opened my mouth and she pushed her cock inside it.

“Suck, darling. Clean my cock from your ass.”

I had tears running down my cheeks, so ashamed, so humiliated, but I sucked her cock. I tasted my ass on it, screwing up my face at the taste, but it was what she wanted. I sucked her, using my tongue and lips, a look of distaste on my face. Melanie smirked at me. She tilted my head so she could watch the expressions on my face and I sobbed softly around her cock, sucking, as she wanted me to, sucking until she felt I had been humiliated enough. Melanie pulled back, her cock leaving my mouth and she moved back to the couch. She pulled down her harness and opened her legs.

I sniffled, not seeing all that well through my tears but well enough to know what she expected from me, demanded from me. I crawled forward and put my face in her pussy. I licked her pussy and clitoris, split her lips open with my tongue and thrust it into her pussy. Her hands came to my head and stroked me gently as I licked and kissed her pussy. This was much better. I loved licking her. I loved feeling her stiffen as my tongue licked her and from my efforts to give her pleasure. And I was always rewarded for it, Melanie always came and this night was no different. Her hands stroked my hair, my cheek, and I listened to her breathing become faster, change to soft moans. I felt her hands stroke my face lovingly, and then she tensed, lifted up, and mashed her pussy to my mouth. She clutched my head tighter and then she came, rubbing her pussy on my face as I licked and kissed her. Melanie came on my face, holding my head to her pussy as her spasms and shaking slowed and then stopped. She lifted my head up, looking at my wet, shiny face and smiled at me.

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you, Sabine?”

I couldn’t speak, I just nodded yes, shivering inside, feeling so nasty for what I had just done, but pleased and happy that she allowed me to make her come. Even with my ass now tender and distended, I felt good that she let me please her.

I slumped over on my left hip and looked at Melanie’s face, her smile making me happy. She gently pushed my face down until my head lay on her thigh and she stroked my hair, making me happy and loved. Melanie could be so tender and loving, so firm and demanding. She was exactly what I needed.

“Darling that was lovely. But I want you to remember that if you disobey me, anger me, ignore what I tell you to do, that you will be spanked and after that I probably will fuck your ass for you. Not that I won’t fuck your ass other times, darling, because I love doing it to you, but it will be a part of your correction. Only because of how humiliated you will feel as I do it.”

She picked up the strapon and handed it to me.

“Go and clean this nicely and then you can put the lubricant and it away. Then go to bed, darling.”

I hurried to do as I was told, cleaning it with hot water in the bathroom, shuddering as I remembered what she had me do and had done to me. I hurried back and picked up the lubricant and put both in her top drawer. Melanie was already in her bed. I wanted so much to crawl in it with her, to have her hold me, but it was not to be. I turned out the light and slipped into my bed, alone. And I quietly cried myself to sleep, disappointed in myself, very unhappy that I was alone in my bed and promising myself that I would be good.

Nothing happened for the next two days, it was almost two college age girls again, but there was that hint of tension on my part, wondering nervously and expectantly what Melanie would do or think of next. She informed me on the second night that we would be going to the lingerie party. WE would be going. She made sure that I understood that clearly. I wasn’t given a choice in the matter and knew better than to remind her that I didn’t want to go.

She did me that night, just before bedtime. She had me undress; the act of my removing my own clothes was both embarrassing and arousing. I was a willing participant by doing that. She then had me stand in front of her and she toyed with my pussy, watching the expressions on my face. Watching my face change from embarrassment to arousal to out and out lust as she made me so hot. She toyed and teased with my lips and clitoris, even running her hand underneath me all the way to rub my anus. I jerked when she touched me there. I always did and she loved making me jerk. Once I was breathing hard and fast, she stood up and told me to stay. Then she went into the bathroom and put on the dildo harness, the strapon. Other than that, when she returned, she was naked. To be able to look at her, almost naked, always took my breath away. She was so lovely! Melanie sat down and looked up at me. I shivered and straddled her legs. She held the dildo, she opened my lips. I lowered myself and felt her cock penetrate me. She then sat back, her fingers of both hands on my breasts, toying with my nipples, and watched as I bounced up and down on her. Watched me fuck myself for her. Naked, but not unashamed. Blushing, embarrassed and oh so eager for it. This night she watched me, closely. She watched until she noticed that I was close. Then one hand reached out and teased my pussy and it wasn’t long until I stiffened and arched my back, whimpering out loud. I came, explosively and Melanie rubbed my pussy and now her hips were driving up, fucking me. I shuddered through the spasms and then collapsed on her, my head finding her shoulder. When I was conscious enough to know what was going on, Melanie made me look at her.

“I talked to Erin today. We are going to her apartment tomorrow evening, darling. A chance to enjoy some new things for us. Something completely different than what we have had over the last few months.”

I wasn’t happy to hear that. Erin had taken advantage of me the first time we had met, not without Melanie’s agreement, or for that matter, mine. We had both gotten caught up in the night. I had let things go, perhaps too far, but Melanie seemed to love what I had done. I kept my resolution to myself to be good. I said nothing, not wanting to cause any problems.

The next morning I woke up and remembered Melanie telling me that we were going to Erin’s tonight. I sighed quietly, in my bed, next to Melanie’s. She had made me sleep alone again and I was disappointed. Most times after Melanie had fucked me we ended up in her bed, holding each other. Last night she had sent me to bed alone.

I lay there, silently, and remembered the last time I had been to Erin’s. I could picture everything that was done to me in my mind and my stomach began to knot up. It felt as though there was a hard lump inside it. It wasn’t that I didn’t sort of like Erin, but what had happened and how I felt during and after.

I didn’t really want to get up but after Melanie woke up she had me run a bath for her and wash her. I enjoyed that a lot. She was lovely to look at and I loved being able to touch her skin. I wasn’t allowed to touch her sexually, though, just wash her. It was frustrating. I had to use a washcloth so I didn’t really get to touch her with my hands. After that, after drying her off, she had me shower so I was clean and fresh. We went to breakfast together, companionable, but quiet. I was thinking about going to Erin’s apartment and I couldn’t get out of my mind what had happened before.

We got back to our room and she told me to study, which I did. Melanie did also. Once I focused on my texts and the homework that I had, I managed not to think about tonight.

Melanie sent me out for lunch for the both of us. There was a place on campus where you could spend coupons that we got with out rooms for sandwiches and stuff like that. So I went and returned with lunch. When I entered our room, I noticed a small bag, zipped shut by our door. Of course I pictured floggers, paddles, handcuffs, rope, strapons and any other thing she had for me. My stomach knotted up again. I handed her the sandwich and chips I had purchased for her and sat, my eyes pulled to the bag. I ate but everything I had tasted like sawdust.

She knew that my not knowing what was in that bag would drive me to think all sorts of things. She watched my face, smiling at my expressions. I tried to study with her but it was hard to keep concentrating, because every time I looked up my eyes went to the bag.

Dinner was a welcome break from seeing it, although I wasn’t really hungry. I was nervous, afraid a little, scared, all sorts of emotions running through me. After dinner, when we were back in our room, Melanie took me in the bathroom and made up my face, to make me look pretty, she said.

She picked out a nice pair of slacks and a top for me. A pair of filmy thong panties also. You could see my slit through them, which made me blush. And I hated that I was without my pubic hair. And that made me think about the lingerie party which wasn’t a pleasant thought either. It wasn’t turning into a wonderful evening for me.

We left and she drove us to Erin’s. Erin greeted us at the door and we went inside. Melanie told Erin to take me to her bedroom and me that I was to get dressed. She handed me the bag that had been in my mind all afternoon. At least I was going to get to see what was in it now.

Erin let me in and closed the door behind me, leaving me alone. I set the bag on the bed and opened it, moaning when I saw the stupid maid’s outfit in it. There were four sets of handcuffs in it also. I did as I was told however. Taking it out and laying it on the bed. I slowly undressed, the outfit a reminder of that last time here. I put on the stockings and garter belt, then I put my panties back on, knowing that they should be over the garter belt so they could be taken off without having to unclip the stockings. Then I slipped into the black, short dress. It barely covered my stocking tops. The apron was next and then I pinned up my hair so I could put on the stupid hat.

I took a deep breath and walked out. Melanie and Erin were in the kitchen and there was a lot of food on trays and bottles and glasses, and I didn’t know what to think.

“Darling, you look so precious! Are you ready to have an enjoyable time?”

I swallowed and nodded yes. I hoped it would be anyway.

“Erin is having a small party tonight, and I thought it would be so special if you were to serve people at it. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

I closed my eyes, I wanted to say no, but I nodded yes after I opened them again. I had thought it was going to be just the three of us again. I could deal with that, mostly, but now I knew that some other people were going to be there also and my stomach knotted up tighter than it had been. What was she going to do to me now?

It wasn’t long and Erin’s guests began to arrive. Melanie was introduced as a friend; I was introduced as Melanie’s roommate. But Melanie was a guest and I was a servant. I was told to take drink orders and once everyone but me had one, then I had to walk around with a tray of the snacks. Of course people were sitting down and I had to bend over to serve them. I could feel my dress pulling up behind, well above the stocking tops and I knew that anyone behind me could see the bottom of my ass. That made me blush and feel embarrassed. I had to stand by the kitchen door, waiting until someone needed something and then I had to go and get it. I had to occasionally circle the room with a tray of refreshments, bending over and showing more than I really wanted, but at least I still had the thong on.

All night I felt eyes on me, eyes with snickers behind them as they watched me walk about with drinks and refreshments. As they watched me have to bend and show more than was polite. The girls would look at me and giggle. The men just stared at me and smiled. I was red-faced most of the night. I never got used to it, even though it was close to my fantasy of being naked in front of people. Several of them patted my ass, making me blush harder, but Melanie’s smiles at me told me not to stop them. She watched me almost all night, smiling at me, which made me feel a little better. At least I was pleasing her by doing this.

Finally everyone had left but Melanie, Erin, a man that I assumed was Erin’s boyfriend and I. I cleaned up the living room, feeling his eyes on me all the time. Once I had all the glasses and trays and dishes in the kitchen, Melanie called to me. She leaned close and whispered to me.

“Go in the bedroom and take off everything but the garter belt and stockings. There is a blindfold in the bag, put it on after you have undressed and laid the four handcuffs on each corner of the bed. Then lie down on your back in the middle of the bed, darling.”

I shuddered inside, picturing Melanie and Erin teasing and tormenting me.

I walked slowly into the bedroom and closed the door. Swallowing nervously, not knowing for sure what was going to happen to me, I undressed. I laid out the handcuffs and then put the blindfold on. I lay back on the bed, shivering. I don’t know how long I lay there alone, but it seemed forever. I finally heard the door open. I couldn’t see, but I felt two people sit down by my head and pull my arms out and fasten them in the cuffs. Then hands were at my breasts and nipples, teasing them into hard points. I was moaning softly, becoming aroused, when I felt another pair of hands on my left leg, cuffing my ankle. I tried to sit up, panicking.

“Shhhh, darling, relax. You want to please me, don’t you?’

I felt the hands on my right leg, cuffing that ankle also and I softly whimpered. Who was it at my feet? It wasn’t Melanie; she was at my head. I didn’t think it was Erin. She, I was sure, was on my other side, toying with my nipple. I swallowed.

“Y-y-yes, Melanie.”

I felt the bed between my legs dip as someone got on it. I trembled and wanted to close my legs but I couldn’t.

The person moved up and I felt a hand on my thigh. It stroked my thigh, caressing me. Two more hands teased my nipples. I was a little afraid, nervous, but the touching worked to distract me until the hand found my pussy. Then I stiffened, gasping.

“Darling, relax, I want you to do this for me. I want to see you do this. You want to please me, don’t you? ”

“Y-y-yes Melanie.”

“Tell me what you want to do darling.”

“I-I-I want t-t-to please you Melanie.”

“Good girl.”

The hand at my pussy stroked it and then a finger went up it. I stiffened again and I realized that it wasn’t a girl’s finger but a man’s. It was much thicker than a girl’s was, longer, and I whimpered.

“Melanie….”

“Yes, darling?”

“Who i-is th-that?”

“A friend of Erin’s.”

I sensed him leaning over me and felt the bed move down by my ribs. I gasped as a warm cock, hard and throbbing, touched my lips.