ViperI wrote: Thu Apr 30, 2026 6:42 pm
How much should I continue? Only 5 "thanks" on the last part. Not sure if I am going where people like on the story. The original requester for the story hasn't even seen it I think. Should I stop? Quickly close out the day-after? Move toward the play immediately? Linger and have more tales of Kira's abuse, maybe she gets caught by the cops and arrested and the whole group gets expelled? Probably not that.
I look forward to each installment & love what you've written.
I could see her getting caught by the campus police and Marcus coming to her rescue. He suggests to the College administration that her nudity is 'protected artistic expression' & they reluctantly agree. Which could lead to Kira having to deal with a lot more public exposure.
I'm also curious about the play and what happens after. Does she keep being Sophie's submissive slave, or try to go back to her former life? And whether Tessa being Toy Number Two is a permanent thing or not.
ViperI wrote: Thu Apr 30, 2026 6:42 pm
How much should I continue? Only 5 "thanks" on the last part. Not sure if I am going where people like on the story. The original requester for the story hasn't even seen it I think. Should I stop? Quickly close out the day-after? Move toward the play immediately? Linger and have more tales of Kira's abuse, maybe she gets caught by the cops and arrested and the whole group gets expelled? Probably not that.
Since you asked for feedback by asking specific questions I would be happy to add my two cents
Should I Stop? Depends on the direction you are taking the story. You are at a crossroads I think.
Quickly close out the day after? Too many unanswered questions to close out. Your buildup to the play was marvelous, and although the last few chapters took the focus away from the PLAY and her exposure to the audience and peers and spent too much attention on focusing on the party on her dorm floor, leading us to believe practically everyone has seen not only her body but her degradation as well and that any action that occurs in the play would seem, to be anticlimactic.
Linger and have more tales of Kira's abuse, maybe she gets caught by the cops and arrested and the whole group gets expelled? Hell no. Not only would that pretty much kill the story, it is unrealistic to think something like that would happen to an art student in today's day and age. University cops usually turn a blind eye to these things unless someone is in serious danger and in many cases, I doubt that they would actively intervene unless the press were involved. Look at all the violent protests on campuses recently that basically were ignored by campus police.
Move toward the play immediately? Yes! Absolutely. Forget the "two toys" idea taking the story off on a tangent that limits your possibilities furthering the plot and focus on the star and the purpose of the story - namely about a shy, reserved student pushed to expose herself in front of people and peers that she would be mortified to be seen naked in front of playing the part of a slave. All the things that happened at the party should have been part of the play happening in front of a huge audience, not just in front of a few female dorm students. (See Executionist's classic story The Passion of Jesica Christ for example. ) If you did that, the tension would be extremely high and garner a high level of interest.
Regardless of what direction you decide to take I am only offering my opinion because you asked for answers to specific questions and I offer a thoughtful response to each.
Hooked6 wrote: Fri May 01, 2026 11:15 am Linger and have more tales of Kira's abuse, maybe she gets caught by the cops and arrested and the whole group gets expelled? Hell no. Not only would that pretty much kill the story, it is unrealistic to think something like that would happen to an art student in today's day and age. University cops usually turn a blind eye to these things unless someone is in serious danger and in many cases, I doubt that they would actively intervene unless the press were involved. Look at all the violent protests on campuses recently that basically were ignored by campus police.
I work at a large university. As far as their response to big student protests, the police would be answering to the administration, who are usually more concerned about public perception than stopping the protests. Police busting up large gatherings is bad PR.
Smaller stuff, like loud parties, fights, or public lewdness, they will get involved in. Looking like a "Party School" with out-of-control students is also bad PR.
It would be a real shame if the story ended here. It’s truly gripping and well-written, and—unlike most stories—it has a clear conclusion: the premiere of the play, with Kira’s ultimate humiliation in front of her college classmates, friends, family, and parents.
The idea of splitting the action between the theater and the dorm is also very intriguing, but I agree with Hooked6 that the latter went too far. The party scene is too long, too extreme (for this point in the narrative, not necessarily in general), and has too many girls. The plot needs to be rebalanced a bit. How?
I don’t like giving suggestions to authors either, but since there was an explicit request, I’ll try to jot down a few ideas.
You could introduce a new character who might be an important professor, such as the Dean or the Chair of the Arts Department. He/She could be either a man or a woman, whichever you prefer. He/She may have heard rumors about the party and wants to get to the bottom of it. He/She calls a meeting with Marcus, Ms. Harlan, Sophie, and Kira and has them recount what happened (with Kira’s humiliation at having the recent events recounted). At first, the professor seems to want to shut down the play, but he/she also considers the potential publicity it could bring to the university. He/She therefore decides to test Kira’s willingness and submission by subjecting her to some tests (I’ll leave it to your imagination as to what he/she might ask her to do). Given the girl’s willingness, he/she decides to proceed: he/she asks Marcus to incorporate new elements of abuse and humiliation for Kira into the play’s plot. He/She decides to continue with the training in the dormitory, provided that Marcus, Ms. Harlan or him/herself supervises the more extreme practices. He/She might also suggest moving the production to a larger theater in the city center (this would increase the potential for humiliation for Kira).
These are just my personal suggestions. As the author, you are free to take them into consideration, or to end the story here, or to completely rewrite it as you see fit. If anyone has a problem with that, let them write their own story.
I agree with a lot that has been said already, that you could take this in a few different directions, and that is all up to you and depends on you, and like one other mentioned, the story Executionist's classic story The Passion of Jesica Christ, which is another great story. There have been many other stories which tab on these themes and school, like Stripped to the Core by Danielle, and another great one which deals with being a slave is The Antebellum School Project by Hooked6, not to mention the whole Naked in school universe, also not to mention The Thirst Games also by Executionist, and let's not forget the volunteer by D H Jonathan. Not to mention 100's of other great stories, but anyways what I getting too, is you have written a great story here, and you are the only one that decide where it goes to next, but like others have hinted, maybe someone in the Art dept and the school get more behind this like they school did in Stripped to the core and the passion of Jessica Christ, so honestly there is endless directions you can take this, like do you want to make Kira a Slave for the rest of her college life, or just for the play, and there is another angle which has not been touched on, how will her family deal with all of this when they find out.
But yeah, you could steer this in many directions and many outcomes, like Kira could end up permanently naked for the rest of her time in college, she could end up disowned by her family, she could just end up continuing down the path you started and have her do the play and see where it goes from there. What I mean is only you can figure out and decide where this goes, this is your artwork, and we all can not wait to see where it leads to next.
LIke others have said, I agree with a lot that has been said already, and great job and keep up the great work, and looking forward to seeing what comes next.
I have only just barely skimmed through the comments because I want to avoid spoilers, so I might have the wrong end of the stick here, but I hope you're not thinking of ending the story.
I've only just started reading this, but already I'm loving it. It's premise is excellent and plausible, and it's escalation feels very organic. Very much enjoying it it so far, so I hope this continues. I also love longer stories, so it's nice that there's a a nice amount to read so far. I'm definitely glad I held off for a while. So yeah, keep up the good work, and long may it continue!
Kira woke first, shivering slightly. The small twin bed felt cramped with Tessa’s warm, naked body pressed against hers. Both girls were still completely nude, skin cool and slightly sticky from the previous night’s activities. The room was quiet except for Sophie’s soft breathing from the other bed.
Sophie stirred shortly after, stretching like a satisfied cat before standing up with a lazy, possessive smile.
“Morning, toys. Time to get up. We’re not done with you yet.”
She marched both girls — still completely naked and chilled — up and down the hallway several times. A few early risers poked their heads out, smirking at the sight of the two marked freshmen being paraded like pets. Kira kept her head down, cheeks burning. Everyone can see me… everything. I’m just a naked toy now. How is this my life?
Tessa walked with slightly more composure but still felt deeply exposed. After everything last night, they’re still parading us like this. I came so hard on Brooke’s tongue… and now I have to walk around naked again. I hate how my body keeps reacting.
Sophie then gathered the entire third-floor wing in the large communal shower area. Most girls arrived in robes or oversized nighties, some still sleepy-eyed and messy-haired. The air was cool until Sophie turned on multiple shower heads, filling the tiled room with warm steam.
“Time to clean our toys,” Sophie announced. “Kira and Tessa — wash each other. Sensually. Make it nice and thorough.”
The two girls stepped under the hot water together. The warmth felt heavenly after the long, degrading night. Steam rose around them as they began soaping each other up.
Kira ran soapy hands over Tessa’s breasts, feeling the soft weight and the way her nipples hardened instantly under her palms. She feels so soft… I shouldn’t like touching her like this, but my hands keep moving. Tessa did the same to Kira, thumbs circling her sensitive peaks, making Kira’s breath hitch. Their hands slid lower — over hips, down stomachs, between thighs.
Fingers gently cleaned swollen, sore pussies and tender assholes, slipping inside to make sure every inch was washed. Boobs became bubbly and slick as they massaged soap into each other’s skin. The girls watching murmured approvingly at the sensual, intimate show.
Kira’s thoughts were a whirlwind: I’m washing another girl’s pussy… cleaning inside her after everything we did last night. It feels so intimate. I’m embarrassed, but the warm water and her hands on me feel good. I’m so tired of fighting this.
Tessa was thinking similarly: Kira’s fingers feel gentle… almost caring. After how rough everyone was last night, this is almost nice. I shouldn’t enjoy her touching me like this, but my body is relaxing under her hands.
Brooke, still buzzing from the previous night, called out with a grin, “They’re nice and clean now… they should lick each other’s pussies.”
Sophie grinned. “Good idea. Flip a coin. Heads, Tessa licks first. Tails, Kira licks.”
The coin landed on heads. Tessa dropped to her knees in front of Kira under the warm spray.
She looked up once, then buried her face between Kira’s thighs. Her tongue went to work — long, slow licks from entrance to clit, then circling the swollen nub before dipping deep inside Kira’s pussy. She sucked gently on her clit, then pushed her tongue as far as she could, fucking her with it while water cascaded over them both. Kira’s legs shook. She moaned loudly, one hand resting on Tessa’s wet red hair as pleasure built fast.
Tessa’s thoughts: She tastes clean but still a little musky… warm and sweet. I can feel her clit throbbing against my tongue. I’m actually enjoying this… licking another girl in front of everyone.
Kira came hard within minutes, crying out as her pussy clenched around Tessa’s tongue, thighs trembling. Oh god… I came from her tongue… in front of all of them. I’m really starting to like how it feels…
Then it was Kira’s turn. She knelt in front of Tessa and pressed her face between her smooth thighs. Kira’s tongue explored hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. She licked deep into Tessa’s folds, tasting her clean, slightly sweet arousal. She sucked on Tessa’s clit, then plunged her tongue inside as far as it would go, fucking her with steady strokes while her nose pressed against Tessa’s mound. Tessa moaned and gripped Kira’s hair, hips rocking against her face. Kira found herself surprisingly into it — the taste, the warmth, the way Tessa’s pussy fluttered against her tongue. She worked harder, licking and sucking until Tessa came with a loud, shaking orgasm, flooding Kira’s mouth.
Kira’s inner thoughts: She tastes good… warm and a little sweet. I’m licking deep inside her and she’s moaning because of me. I shouldn’t like this, but I do… I really do.
Afterward, they washed each other’s hair tenderly, fingers massaging scalps under the hot water. They finished by squeezing and caressing each other’s sore, red asses, almost affectionately.
Both girls realized, with quiet shame and confusion, how much they had liked the taste of their dormmate.
They dried each other off with soft towels, patting skin gently. Then Sophie made them brush each other’s teeth — standing close, sharing the same toothbrush, foam on their lips. When they finished, Kira and Tessa looked at each other for a long moment… then leaned in and kissed unprovoked. It was slow, deep, and surprisingly tender — tongues sliding together, tasting mint and each other.
The girls watching had their jaws drop. A few whispered in shock, others smiled with renewed arousal at the unexpected lesbian intimacy developing right in front of them.
Sophie watched with a pleased expression, letting the kiss linger before finally speaking.
“Alright, toys. Back to the room. The day is just getting started.”
—-
The three of them returned to the small double room Kira and Sophie shared. The morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the two twin beds and the evidence of last night’s activities still scattered on the floor.
Sophie stretched lazily and smiled at the two naked, exhausted girls.
“Time to get you both dressed for the day. Tessa, you’re going first. You get to dress Kira. Pick the sluttiest outfit you can find in her closet. If I don’t think it’s slutty enough, you’ll run down the stairs completely nude to the cafeteria, grab a piece of toast, and run back up. Understood?”
Tessa nodded nervously and began going through Kira’s clothes. She held up various options, showing them to Sophie for approval. Kira stood there naked, cheeks burning as Tessa picked through her wardrobe.
Tessa finally settled on an extremely revealing outfit:
The tiniest pair of panties Kira owned — a thin white micro-thong, little more than strings that disappeared completely between her ass cheeks and barely covered her pussy.
A very short, tight black pleated skirt that did not reach mid-thigh. Any bending or movement would flash everything underneath.
A sheer white crop top that was practically see-through. No bra. Kira’s small, firm breasts and hard pink nipples would be clearly visible.
Black thigh-high stockings with little bows at the top.
A pair of Kira’s highest heels — strappy black stilettos that made her legs look longer and forced her ass to push out.
Tessa helped Kira step into the outfit piece by piece. The dressing was both sensual and deeply humiliating. Tessa knelt to slide the micro-thong up Kira’s legs, her fingers brushing against Kira’s still-sensitive pussy as she settled the thin string between her cheeks. Kira shivered.
Tessa then pulled the tiny skirt up, smoothing it over Kira’s hips. The sheer crop top came next — Tessa’s hands lingered as she pulled it down over Kira’s breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stood out prominently against the transparent fabric. Finally, the thigh-highs and heels.
Sophie inspected her critically, circling slowly.
“Not slutty enough,” she declared.
Tessa’s face fell. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned toward the door, ready to run downstairs naked.
Sophie laughed. “Just kidding. That’s actually very slutty. Good job.”
Tessa sighed in relief.
Now it was Kira’s turn to dress Tessa. Knowing how slutty she herself looked, Kira felt a strange competitive urge — she wanted to make Tessa look even more obscene. She dug through Tessa’s closet and chose:
An even smaller red micro-thong that was basically just strings framing Tessa’s smooth pussy.
A tiny denim skirt so short it barely covered the bottom of Tessa’s ass. The slightest movement revealed everything.
A sheer black mesh crop top, completely see-through, with no bra. Tessa’s nipples showed through almost more than if she wore nothing at all. They were stiff and poking against the thin fabric.
Fishnet thigh-high stockings.
Red platform heels that made Tessa’s legs look endless.
Kira dressed her slowly and deliberately. She knelt to pull the tiny thong up Tessa’s legs, her fingers tracing along Tessa’s pussy lips as she adjusted the strings. Tessa shivered. The skirt was next — Kira made sure it sat as low and short as possible. The mesh top clung to Tessa’s breasts, making her nipples stand out obscenely. Kira took extra time rolling the fishnets up her thighs, hands caressing her skin.
Sophie inspected both girls with obvious approval.
“Wow… you two really know your sluttiness. And these are really just your normal clothes?” She laughed. “Perfect. Let’s go to breakfast.”
The two toys walked down the hall and stairs in their revealing outfits. Normal girls in robes and casual clothes stared openly. Comments followed them everywhere:
“Jesus, look at those skirts…”
“Are those even allowed on campus?”
“Slutty freshmen walk of shame part two…”
Kira and Tessa both burned with embarrassment, but kept walking. They reached the cafeteria, filled their plates with actual normal food (finally), and sat down at a table with several other girls from the floor.
They were just about to start eating when Sophie smiled sweetly.
“Wait one minute. One other thing. Change panties.”
Both toys froze. “Here?” they asked in unison.
“Yes, toys. And hold them over your heads first.”
The table of girls burst into laughter.
The two girls stood up. To remove the tiny panties, they had to bend over. Their asses were put on full display to the entire cafeteria — red, marked, and barely covered by the minuscule skirts.
They slid the already surprisingly soaked thongs down their legs, held them over their heads as instructed, then traded them across the table. Then they stepped into their dormmate’s still-damp panties. The thin strings slipped right back up between their cheeks and nestled against their pussies. Wet panties felt weird putting on at all, but knowing they were wet from their friends' pussy across the table was even worse.
They sat back down, faces burning, and finally ate real food — not covered in pussy juices or ass. It was satisfying having the taste of food enter their mouth that had not entered one of their fellow doormates' holes. Warm food in their mouths. Wonderful. The cafeteria was abuzz and the attention was on the slutiest girls on campus.
When breakfast was over, the two toys headed back up to the floor. The full table followed the toys back to the shared floor. Again more attention than ever. Even a few extra girls followed them back up trying to find out if more was going to happen. The girls looked at each other and smiled. They decided to lean into it. They grabbed each other's hand and started to skip back to the elevator. Both of their minds wander, remembering the taste of each other on their tongues from the shower.
—-
After breakfast, Sophie led the two toys back up to the third floor. Kira and Tessa walked in their outrageously slutty outfits — micro-thongs riding high between their cheeks, tiny skirts barely covering anything, sheer tops with hard nipples clearly visible, thigh-highs, and high heels that made their asses sway with every step. Their red, marked asses peeked out from under the short hems with almost every movement.
The moment they reached the floor, the dormmates swarmed them.
Girls poured out of rooms, still in robes, pajamas, or casual clothes. Many hugged the two toys tightly, pressing their bodies against them.
“You were so good last night!” one girl said, squeezing Kira in a big hug, her hand sliding down to cup Kira’s ass.
“Seriously, that was the wildest thing I’ve ever seen,” another told Tessa, hugging her close while openly groping one of her breasts through the sheer top.
The touching and groping from the previous night continued casually. Hands roamed freely — squeezing asses, sliding under skirts to brush pussies, pinching nipples through fabric. Some girls were gentle and affectionate, others bolder, fingers dipping between thighs to feel how wet they still were. Kira and Tessa stood there blushing, accepting the hugs and touches without resistance.
Kira’s thoughts were heavy and resigned: They’re all touching me again… like I belong to the whole floor now. I’m just a toy. A walking sex toy for them to grope whenever they want.
Tessa felt a similar wave of humiliation mixed with strange acceptance: After everything last night, humiliated and hot at the same time. Being passed around and touched like property. I’m not the only one it is happening to at least. And the deal was for only one more day. Not sure about Kira.
Sophie watched with a pleased smile, letting the girls enjoy their new toys for a few minutes before clapping her hands.
“Alright, time to settle the winner from last night.”
She consulted the final leaderboard one more time.
“Taylor — you came in first with 47 points. Congratulations. You’ve earned your full-day prize.”
Taylor stepped forward with a big, excited grin. Sophie took Kira by the arm and gently pushed her toward Taylor.
“Kira is yours for the entire day. She’ll do whatever you want — within the rules, of course. She’s your personal toy until midnight tonight.”
Kira’s stomach dropped. Taylor… all day… I have to obey her completely. After everything last night, now I’m someone else’s private slave for a full day. The thought made her feel small and powerless, but a tiny, broken part of her felt almost relieved it wasn’t worse.
Taylor took Kira’s hand, smiling warmly but with clear hunger in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Kira. I’ll take good care of you… mostly.” Holy shit, I actually won her for the whole day. I can do anything I want to her. This is going to be incredible.
Sophie kept Tessa for herself, stroking her red hair possessively. Tessa is mine now. My personal second toy. I’m going to enjoy breaking her in slowly. Tessa stood quietly, thinking, At least it’s Sophie and not one of the meaner girls… but I’m still just a toy. This is really happening.
Sophie smiled at the group. “The rest of you can go about your day. Taylor, enjoy your prize. I’ll see you all later.”
The floor slowly dispersed, still buzzing with whispers and laughter about the previous night.
Taylor led Kira away toward her room, already whispering soft instructions in her ear. Kira followed obediently, her tiny skirt riding up with every step, feeling the eyes of the remaining girls on her.
Sophie watched them go, one arm around Tessa’s waist, a satisfied smile on her face.
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Straight, but a dare is a dare
Taylor led Kira by the hand down the hallway to her room, the tiny slutty outfit drawing stares and whispers from anyone they passed. When they reached the door, Taylor opened it and pulled Kira inside.
Her roommate, Mia, was sitting on her bed in pajamas, scrolling on her phone. She looked up and her eyes widened at the sight of Kira in the extremely revealing outfit.
Taylor smiled. “Hey Mia. I won Kira for the whole day as my prize. Want to help me play with her?”
Mia hesitated, face turning pink. She was still deeply conflicted from the night before — guilty, but also curious. After a moment she nodded shyly. “I… I’ll stay and watch. Maybe help a little.”
Taylor closed and locked the door. “Good enough.”
She turned to Kira with a hungry look. “Stand still.”
Taylor stripped Kira with her own hands, slowly and deliberately. She started with the sheer white crop top, pulling it up and over Kira’s head, letting her small, firm breasts bounce free. Taylor’s hands lingered, cupping and squeezing them, thumbs brushing over the hard pink nipples. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny black pleated skirt and tugged it down Kira’s legs, revealing the minuscule white micro-thong.
Taylor knelt and slowly peeled the soaked thong down Kira’s thighs. She held the tiny piece of fabric up, examining it closely. The crotch was visibly drenched, strings of Kira’s arousal stretching between the fabric and her skin.
“Fuck… look how wet you got from just walking around like this,” Taylor murmured, almost impressed. She turned to Mia and handed her the soaked thong. “Hang this on a hook or something. Maybe it’ll dry a little.”
Mia took the damp thong with two fingers, face flushed. She hung it on a hook on the wall near her bed. Before she sat back down, she couldn’t resist reaching out. Her hands tentatively touched Kira’s breasts, squeezing them gently, then slid down between Kira’s legs. Two fingers brushed along Kira’s smooth, swollen pussy lips, feeling how slick she still was. Kira shivered but stayed still. Mia pulled her hand away, cheeks burning.
Taylor took out her phone and began taking pictures — obscene, extreme ones. She made Kira bend over and spread her own ass cheeks, took close-ups of her swollen, still-red pussy and asshole, made her kneel with legs wide open, and even had her pull her pussy lips apart for the camera. The flashes kept going as Kira posed in every degrading way Taylor demanded.
Then Taylor picked up her hairbrush from the desk — a thick-handled wooden brush with a rounded end.
“On the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”
Kira lay down. Taylor pressed the thick handle against her entrance and slowly pushed it inside her pussy. Kira gasped at the intrusion.
“Masturbate with it,” Taylor ordered. “Fuck yourself.”
Kira’s hand shook as she gripped the brush and began sliding it in and out of her sore pussy. The thick handle stretched her as she pumped it deeper, moaning softly. Taylor took more pictures, zooming in on the brush disappearing between Kira’s legs.
After a minute, Taylor pulled the brush out. It was shiny and coated with Kira’s juices.
“Clean it. In your mouth.”
Kira opened her lips and took the brush handle into her mouth, sucking and licking her own taste off it while Taylor watched with dark fascination.
Taylor stared between Kira’s legs, admiring her smooth, swollen pussy. “God, you’re so smooth down there. I love it.” She ran her fingers gently over Kira’s bare mound. “I want to be smooth too.”
She handed Kira a razor and a small towel. “Go to the bathroom. Get warm water. Come right back. Stay nude, of course.”
Kira walked naked down the hall again. Morning traffic of girls and their friends looking on like it was normal. A few giggling, they had missed all the events from before and were new to a nude girl walking down the hall. When she returned with the warm water, Taylor was already completely nude, lying on a towel on her bed, legs spread, razor in hand.
“Shave me,” Taylor ordered. “Make it perfect. Smooth everywhere.”
Kira knelt between Taylor’s legs and began carefully shaving her. She lathered Taylor’s pussy with warm water and soap, then slowly dragged the razor across her mound, removing every hair until Taylor’s pussy was completely bald and smooth. Taylor moaned softly at the sensation.
Then Taylor rolled over onto all fours, ass up.
“Shave my asshole too. Everything.”
Kira shaved the delicate skin around Taylor’s tight hole with extreme care, making sure every trace of hair was gone. When she finished, she dried Taylor thoroughly with the towel.
Taylor stayed on all fours. “Now eat me. Pussy and asshole. Make me cum.”
Kira leaned in. Taylor’s freshly shaved pussy smelled clean and slightly sweet, with a warm, feminine musk. Kira licked slowly at first, running her tongue along the smooth lips, then deeper, plunging inside. She moved up and licked Taylor’s tight, smooth asshole, circling it before pushing her tongue inside. Taylor moaned loudly, pushing back against Kira’s face.
Kira worked harder — licking deep into Taylor’s pussy, sucking on her clit, then returning to her asshole, alternating between both holes. Taylor’s moans grew louder and more desperate. She came hard, grinding back against Kira’s tongue, juices coating Kira’s face.
Taylor collapsed forward, panting.
The day with her prize had only just begun.
—-
Taylor and Mia’s room had a very strong energy now. The air inside was warm and heavy with the lingering scent of shaving cream and Taylor’s recent orgasm — a thick mix of feminine arousal, sweat, soap and the faint musk of sex. The room smelled like a place where boundaries had been thoroughly crossed.
Taylor had collapsed onto her bed, still completely naked. Her freshly shaved pussy looked smooth and puffy, slightly reddened from all the attention. She lay splayed out, legs slightly parted, breathing heavily forced her body to rise and fall as she caught her breath. She looked exhausted but satisfied, a lazy smile on her face.
Mia curled up on her own bed, still in her pajamas, knees drawn to her chest. She had witnessed everything — the shaving, the eating, the way Kira had submitted so completely. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept stealing glances at Kira’s naked body, clearly conflicted.
Kira, sensing her place without being told, quietly slipped out of the room again. She walked nude down the hallway to rinse out the soapy cup and towels. A couple of girls passing by stared openly, but Kira kept her eyes down. She knew her place now. There was no point in hiding anymore.
When she returned, Taylor was almost passed out on her bed, breathing deeply. Kira moved to the center of the room, dropped gracefully to her knees, and clasped her hands behind her back. She looked up at Mia with quiet submission.
“Ma’am… is there anything you would like?”
Mia blinked, surprised. “Me?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Mia sat up slowly. “Taylor won you for the day… I don’t have to—”
“It’s alright,” Kira said softly. “You’re still in the room. I would be glad to serve you.”
Mia hesitated, then stood up. She stepped closer and touched Kira very softly — first cupping her small breasts, gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. Then her hand slid lower, brushing along Kira’s smooth, swollen pussy. Two fingers traced her slit with feather-light touches. Kira closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, leaning into the gentle exploration. It felt good — almost caring after everything else.
Mia pulled her hand away, breathing a little faster. This feels wrong… but she’s so soft and warm. I know how good this would feel if someone did it to me. I shouldn’t want this, but… I do.
Kira looked up at her again. “Would you like me to eat your pussy as well, Ma’am?”
Mia stepped back, shocked. She thought for a long moment, cheeks burning. Finally, in a small voice, she whispered, “If… if that is okay with you, Kira.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Kira stood and helped Mia out of her clothes slowly and delicately. She removed the pajama top first, folding it neatly and placing it on the dresser. Her hands brushed Mia’s breasts as she did, thumbs grazing her nipples until they hardened. Then she knelt and slid Mia’s pajama bottoms and panties down her legs, folding them carefully. As she removed the panties, Kira’s fingers played lightly along Mia’s labia, tracing the soft folds.
She helped Mia lie back against her pillows on the twin bed, gently spread her legs apart, and climbed between them. Kira lowered her face and buried it in Mia’s cunt.
She started lovingly — long, slow licks from entrance to clit, savoring the warm, slightly sweet taste of Mia’s arousal. Mia’s pussy was soft and natural, with a neat bush that tickled Kira’s nose. The scent was intimate and feminine, clean but musky from the morning. Kira licked deeper, pushing her tongue inside Mia’s entrance, then sucked gently on her clit while sliding two fingers into her pussy and one into her tight asshole.
Mia moaned loudly, hips rolling against Kira’s face. Kira worked with tender devotion — tongue circling and flicking, fingers curling and thrusting in both holes in a steady rhythm. She licked and sucked like she was worshipping, humming softly so the vibrations traveled through Mia’s clit.
Mia came hard, crying out as her pussy clenched around Kira’s fingers and her thighs squeezed around Kira’s head. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she came down from the orgasm, overwhelmed by the intensity and the strange intimacy.
Kira stayed between her legs, gently licking her through the aftershocks until Mia finally relaxed.
—-
Kira waited until Mia’s breathing had deepened into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. Only then did she carefully rise from the bed, moving silently so as not to wake either girl.
She knew her place now.
Without being told, she walked to the narrow space between the two twin beds and sank gracefully to her knees in the center of the room. She spread her knees wide, straightened her back, and clasped her hands behind her head, elbows out. The classic submissive pose felt completely natural now — second nature after everything she had endured.
Kira closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
The room was thick with the combined scent of two horny, recently satisfied girls. Mia’s pussy still carried a soft, sweet-tangy aroma from her multiple orgasms. Taylor’s shaved mound had a cleaner, slightly muskier scent that lingered in the air. And underneath it all was Kira’s own smell — rich, aroused, and unmistakably needy. The mixture was heady, intimate, and deeply erotic. It made Kira’s pussy throb and fresh wetness trickle slowly down her inner thigh.
Her mind drifted back to the previous night.
She missed it.
She missed the brutal fullness of the thrusting machine pounding against her cervix. She missed the sharp sting of the paddle cracking across her ass. She missed the way her nipples had been pinched and twisted until they burned. She missed the overwhelming sensation of being stretched, used, and abused until her body had no choice but to surrender completely.
Now she was aching for it.
Her clit was swollen and throbbing. Her holes felt empty and needy. She was beyond aroused — she was desperate to be used, degraded, and broken again. The gentle, loving way she had licked Mia had only heightened her craving for something rougher, meaner, more controlling.
Kira stayed perfectly still on her knees between the two sleeping girls, hands behind her head, back straight, knees spread. Her red, welted ass rested on her heels. Her smooth, dripping pussy was fully exposed. She didn’t move. She didn’t touch herself. She simply waited — submissive, patient, and quietly burning with need.
What would they do with me if they woke up right now? she wondered. Would they use me again? Would they be rough? Would they hurt me the way I need to be hurt? Not Mia, of course. There was a new feeling in her head. Mia was wonderful, so nice to her. So polite. But still did things to her that were wonderful. And Kira really enjoyed satisfying Mia.
She remained there, breathing in the thick scent of sex and submission, her body trembling with barely contained arousal, waiting for whatever came next.
Kira remained perfectly still on her knees between the two beds, hands clasped behind her head, back straight, knees spread wide. Her red, welted ass rested on her heels. Her smooth, dripping pussy was fully exposed to the quiet room. The room was silent except for the soft breathing of the two sleeping girls.
Then Taylor stirred.
She woke slowly from her orgasmic nap, stretching like a cat, and blinked at the sight in front of her. Kira — naked, collared by nothing but submission, kneeling perfectly between the beds like a living statue of obedience. Taylor’s lips curled into a slow, sleepy smile.
“Well… that felt great,” she murmured, voice husky.
She sat up, completely naked, her freshly shaved pussy still slightly puffy. She stared at Kira for a long moment, taking in the sight of the willing, dripping slave waiting patiently for use.
Taylor swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She walked around Kira slowly, trailing her fingers over the kneeling girl’s shoulders, down her spine, and across her sore, red ass. Kira shivered but didn’t move.
“You’ve been waiting here like this the whole time?” Taylor asked softly.
“Yes, Miss,” Kira whispered. “After doing what Mia asked of me.”
Taylor chuckled quietly. “Good girl.”
She reached down and slid two fingers between Kira’s legs, finding her soaked. “Jesus… you’re absolutely drenched. Were you thinking about last night?”
Kira nodded, cheeks burning. “Yes, Miss… I was missing it. The roughness. Being used.”
Taylor’s eyes darkened with interest. She pushed two fingers deep into Kira’s pussy without warning, curling them hard. Kira gasped sharply.
Mia began to stir on the other bed, waking up to the sound. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and froze when she saw Kira kneeling submissively and Taylor fingering her.
“Did you have her eat you out too sweetie,” Taylor said. Mia stammered quietly and embarrassed, “yes I did. Is that ok?”
“Of course, anything you want.”
Mia came over and helped Taylor play with their nude toy. Taylor harshly, Mia with care.
The three girls were still in the middle of the room, completely naked. Two fiddling with their prize.
A sharp knock came at the door.
Before anyone could react, the door swung open.
Sophie stepped inside with a confident stride, then stopped short, taking in the scene with a delighted grin.
Three completely nude girls froze in the middle of the room. “Well, well,” Sophie said, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “I came to check on my favorite toy, and it looks like you’ve all been busy.”
Taylor looked up, flushed but smiling. “She’s been such a good girl this morning.”
Mia pulled her hand away from Kira’s pussy, blushing furiously, but didn’t try to hide.
Kira remained on her knees, not moving until told to.
Sophie walked closer, circling the three naked girls slowly, enjoying the view. She ran a hand down Kira’s back, then gave her sore red ass a firm squeeze.
“I see you’ve been putting my prize to good use,” she said to Taylor. “And Mia… I’m surprised. You’ve really come out of your shell.”
Mia looked down, embarrassed but unable to deny how wet she still was.
Sophie tilted Kira’s chin up with two fingers, looking into her eyes. “Having fun, toy?”
Kira’s voice was soft and submissive. “Yes, Miss.”
Sophie smiled, clearly pleased with how broken and obedient Kira had become. She looked at the three of them — all naked, all aroused, the room thick with the scent of sex — and let out a satisfied little laugh.
“Good. Because the day is still young.”
She sat down on the edge of Taylor’s bed, crossing her legs.
“Continue. Don’t let me interrupt.”
Hoyt Viper
Male, California, USA
Straight, but a dare is a dare
While Taylor was enjoying her prize Kira down the hall, Sophie had taken Tessa back to the room she shared with Kira.
The door clicked shut behind them. Sophie locked it, then turned to face Tessa with a slow, predatory smile.
“On your knees.”
Tessa dropped instantly, kneeling naked in the center of the room, hands behind her back. Sophie walked around her slowly. She enjoyed the obedience of this girl she had thought nothing about before last night.
“You were such a good little toy last night,” Sophie murmured, running her fingers through Tessa’s red hair. “But I think you need a more personal lesson.”
She started gently at first — making Tessa crawl across the floor, kiss her feet, then suck on her toes while Sophie sat on the edge of the bed. Tessa obeyed without hesitation, her tongue working between Sophie’s toes, then licking up her calves.
Sophie gradually became rougher. She pinched her braless nipples through her top. She pulled her thong up her sloppy cunt. It was well drenched in both toy’s juices.
A few girls from the floor dropped by, knocking softly. Sophie let them in. They sat on the beds and watched as Sophie continued. Just being rough with this girl dressed in her sluttiest outfit.
Then one of the visitors — a girl named Rachel, a junior with sharp features — spoke up.
“Sophie… can I have a turn with her? A real turn?”
Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
Rachel’s expression darkened. “Last semester, Tessa fucked my boyfriend. She knew we were together and she still seduced him. They hooked up multiple times. It’s why we broke up.”
Tessa’s face went pale. “She knew it was me? Crap.” She stayed bent over the bed, silent.
Sophie smiled coldly. “Well then. By all means.”
Rachel stripped Tessa completely and tied her hands together in front of her, then secured the rope to the headboard so Tessa was forced to kneel on the bed, arms stretched forward, ass pushed out.
Rachel picked up the heavy beech wood paddle.
She didn’t hold back.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
The paddle cracked across Tessa’s ass with brutal force. Tessa screamed loudly, body jerking against the ropes. Mouths of the girls in the room dropped.
Rachel laid into her mercilessly — twenty, thirty hard strokes, covering every inch of Tessa’s already-red ass and upper thighs. The airflow holes made each impact sharper and louder.
Tessa was sobbing openly by the tenth stroke, begging between screams.
Sophie’s room was quiet except for the sharp, rhythmic sound of wood meeting flesh and Tessa’s tormented vocalizations.
Rachel stood over Tessa with the heavy beech wood paddle in her hand, eyes burning with months of pent-up anger. She had been waiting for a moment like this since she found out her boyfriend had been cheating on her with Tessa.
That fucking slut, Rachel thought, jaw tight. She knew he was mine. She knew we were serious. And she still spread her legs for him like a whore. I’m going to make her regret every single time she let him fuck her.
Tessa’s ass pushed out vulnerably. Her red hair fell over her face as she trembled.
Rachel brought the paddle down hard again and again.
THWACK!
Tessa screamed, her body jerking violently against the ropes.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Each swing was full force, the airflow holes whistling before the wood cracked loudly against Tessa’s already bruised ass. The impacts were merciless, turning the red welts into deep, angry crimson.
Tessa’s mind was flooded with memories as she cried out in pain.
His cock felt so good… thick and hard, stretching my pussy while Rachel was probably waiting for him at home. I rode him in his car, let him fuck my ass in the backseat… I swallowed his cum so many times, loving how it tasted — salty and warm. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him cum inside me…
The guilt and the pain mixed together as Rachel kept swinging.
“Please—! Rachel, I’m sorry—!” Tessa sobbed. “I’m a total bitch!”
Rachel laughed bitterly. “Too late for sorry, you slut. You let him fuck you in the ass didn’t you? We saw how easily you can take massive things in there. Did it hurt taking his huge cock in your ass? Well it will hurt now.”
She grabbed the small bottle of hot sauce Sophie had left on the desk. Pouring some onto her fingers, she rubbed it directly onto Tessa’s swollen pussy lips and tight asshole.
The burn hit instantly.
Tessa let out a blood-curdling scream, thrashing against the ropes as the hot sauce set her most sensitive areas on fire. “AAAHHH—! IT BURNS—! PLEASE STOP—! I’M BEGGING YOU—!”
Tears poured down her face. She was shaking, drooling, completely broken.
Rachel leaned in close, voice cold. “What will you do for me if I stop?”
“Anything!” Tessa sobbed hysterically. “I’ll make you cum every single day this semester! I swear! I’ll be your personal slut whenever you want! I’ll lick your pussy, your ass, anything—! Just please make it stop—!”
Rachel smiled, satisfied. “Deal.”
She stopped the punishment. Tessa slumped forward, crying and shaking, her pussy and asshole burning fiercely.
Sophie, who had been watching with dark amusement, spoke up. “Go wash the hot sauce out of your cunt and asshole in the shower. Leave the door open so we can hear you crying.” The girls untied her from the bed.
Tessa walked naked down the hall, still sobbing, and cleand out her holes. The burning lessened but didn’t subside completely. She returned to the room a few minutes later — clean but red-eyed and trembling.
Sophie put down a towel and then made her lie on the floor on her back, legs spread wide, facing the open door.
“Masturbate,” Sophie ordered. “Don’t stop until I get back. I want that pussy juicy again.”
She left the door wide open and headed down the hall to check on Kira and Taylor. All the girls in the room left so it would be more awkward for Tessa.
Tessa lay there on the floor, fingers rubbing her sore, sensitive clit and sliding into her pussy.
She masturbated vigorously while girls from the hall passed by. Her eyes were closed and she knew there were some girls that stopped to watch a while, but she kept going, moaning softly as her pussy grew wet and swollen again. The open door meant anyone walking by could see her masturbating desperately on the floor like a broken, needy slut. Somehow not an oddity anymore on this floor.
She kept rubbing, lost in shame, arousal, and the lingering burn, waiting for Sophie to return. She didn’t want Sophie to come back and find her not rubbing herself. Another orgasm hit. She shook and paused slightly until it began to subside and continued with fervor as was her task. She became juicier and juicier.
—-
Tessa lay on her back on the floor of Sophie’s room, legs spread wide, facing the open doorway. Her fingers moved relentlessly between her legs — two inside her sore pussy, one rubbing her swollen clit in frantic circles. She was exhausted. She had never masturbated this long in her life. Normally one or two orgasms left her satisfied and tired. Now she was approaching her fourth, and her arm muscles burned, her pussy was raw and sensitive, but she didn’t dare stop.
Sophie said don’t stop… I can’t stop… if I stop she’ll punish me worse…
Her hips rolled weakly, chasing another peak. Her breathing was ragged, face flushed, red hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.
A group of four girls from another floor wandered down the hall, laughing about something. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Tessa through the open door.
“Holy crap…” one of them whispered.
They stared, wide-eyed, at the naked redhead frantically masturbating on the floor where anyone could see her.
“What the hell is she doing?” another asked, half-shocked, half-amused. “And why is she doing it with the door wide open?”
A girl from Sophie’s floor walked by at that moment and stopped to explain with a grin.
“She lost a big competition last night. She’s Toy Number Two for the day. This is part of her punishment — she has to keep masturbating until Sophie says she can stop. Door stays open. Anyone can watch.”
One of the visiting girls, a bold brunette named Casey, smirked. “So… we can do stuff to her?”
“Pretty much,” the hall girl replied.
Casey’s eyes lit up. “What if I straddled her face and peed on her? Would she let me?”
The hall girl shrugged. “She’s not allowed to say no.”
Casey didn’t hesitate. She stepped into the room, hiked up her dress, and pulled her panties to the side, keeping her own pussy hidden from view. She positioned herself over Tessa’s face.
“Open your mouth, slut.”
Tessa, still rubbing her clit desperately, opened her mouth obediently, tears already forming in her eyes.
Casey let loose a long, dark yellow stream of morning pee. It was strong and pungent, splashing directly onto Tessa’s face. Tessa coughed and sputtered as it went up her nose and filled her mouth, but she kept frantically masturbating. The hot, acrid liquid ran down her cheeks, into her hair, and pooled on the floor beneath her head.
“Tell her to drink it,” one of the watching girls urged.
“Drink it,” Casey ordered.
Tessa tried. She swallowed what she could, choking and coughing, while her fingers never stopped moving between her legs. The taste was bitter and salty. The humiliation was crushing.
The flow seemed to last forever. At the very end, Casey let out a little fart right over Tessa’s face. The girls outside burst into laughter.
Right then, Tessa’s body stiffened. She came hard — her fourth orgasm of the morning — shaking and moaning while still being peed on. Her pussy clenched visibly around her fingers as she squirted a little, adding to the mess on the floor.
The visiting girls watched in stunned fascination. Tessa was stiff and motionless as the wave over took her.
“Is she allowed to stop?” one asked.
Tessa immediately kept rubbing, not daring to quit.
“Damn… her pussy is really sloppy and wet,” another commented.
“It’s dripping everywhere. It’s getting really ripe in here. Let’s take off.”
The group left, still laughing and whispering. No one in the room or in front of the door any more.
Tessa kept masturbating on the floor, door wide open. Her arms were wrecked, burning with exhaustion. She lost track after her tenth orgasm — each one weaker and more painful than the last, but she didn’t stop. Her pussy was red, swollen, and sore, yet she kept forcing her fingers in and out, rubbing her clit raw.
When will this end…? she thought desperately, tears streaming down her face. I can’t stop… I can’t…
She kept going, broken moans echoing softly down the hallway, waiting for Sophie to return.
—-
Sophie stood in the doorway of Taylor’s room for a few minutes, arms crossed, watching with quiet satisfaction as the girls finished playing with Kira. Taylor was sitting on the edge of her bed with Kira kneeling between her legs, licking her smooth pussy with slow, obedient strokes. Mia stood behind Kira, one hand reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples while the other fingered her gently from behind. Kira moaned softly into Taylor’s cunt, her body trembling with exhaustion and lingering arousal.
“You’re doing so well, Kira,” Sophie murmured approvingly. “Such a natural little toy.”
When they finally finished, Sophie clapped her hands. “Alright, girls. Time to get our toys ready for classes today. Let’s get them dressed.”
They returned Kira to her own slutty outfit. Taylor and Mia had helped strip her down completely when they got her to their room at first, and now they redressed her piece by piece. The tiny white micro-thong went on last. Sophie held it up, examining the damp crotch with a smirk.
“These need some more Kira juice on them,” she said. “Stuff them inside your pussy.”
Kira’s face burned with fresh humiliation. They can’t be serious… stuffing my own panties inside me? Like I’m some kind of living sex toy… She had never imagined doing something so degrading before this week. But she obeyed without protest. She took the tiny thong, balled it up, and slowly pushed the damp fabric into her sore, swollen pussy. The material felt strange and invasive as she stuffed it deeper, her fingers sliding in to make sure it was fully inside. The sensation made her clit throb unwillingly.
This is so wrong… but my body keeps reacting. I’m getting wetter just from this.
Once the panties were fully stuffed inside her, the rest of the outfit went on: the minuscule black pleated skirt, the sheer white crop top with no bra, thigh-high stockings, and the strappy black stilettos. Kira looked obscene — nipples clearly visible through the transparent top, the short skirt barely covering her ass, one string of the balled-up thong faintly visible sticking out between the slit if she moved just right.
Taylor was told to rub Kira’s clit for a minute or two to help her stay moist. Kira obediently opened her legs, leaning back against the wall. Taylor’s fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed slow, firm circles. Kira’s breathing quickened, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she grew even wetter around the panties stuffed inside her.
Sophie smiled. “Good. Let’s get the toys together. Bring yours down to my room. Let’s see how Tessa is doing all alone.”
Sophie, Taylor, and Kira walked down the hall to Sophie’s room. The smell hit them immediately — a strong, ripe mix of pussy, pee, and desperation.
Tessa was still on the floor, legs spread wide, frantically masturbating. Her fingers were a blur on her clit and inside her pussy. She was bravely working on her next orgasm, body shaking, face contorted in exhausted pleasure and pain.
“Wow, this room reeks,” Taylor said, wrinkling her nose.
Sophie looked down at Tessa with amusement. “How many times did you cum?”
“I… I’m not sure… twenty or so…” Tessa gasped, legs still shaking.
“For God sakes stop,” Sophie said, releasing Tessa from her painful chore.
Sophie shook her head. “First things first — take your thong and shove it up your cunt. Let’s sop up some of that juice.”
Tessa obeyed, stuffing her own damp thong deep inside her pussy.
They dressed Tessa back in her matching slutty outfit — the tiny red micro-thong (now stuffed inside her), the minuscule denim skirt, the sheer black mesh crop top with no bra, fishnets, and red platform heels.
They wiped Tessa’s face with the towel from the floor that was still covered in pee and cum. “Tessa, take this smelly towel down to your room. I can’t have mine smelling like this. You can return it to me clean later.” Tessa did her task while the toy and other two girls waited on her. The smelly towel was strong and instantly filled the hall, then Tessa's room. Tessa returned. Then they did up the toys in full nighttime makeup — dark smokey eyes, heavy mascara, bright red lipstick — garish and completely inappropriate for daytime classes. They sprayed perfume on them to cover some of the pee smell, though it only partially worked.
The two toys now stood side by side — dressed like the sluttiest girls on campus, pussies stuffed with damp thongs, makeup overdone, bodies still marked from the night before.
Sophie looked them over with pride. “Wow… you two really know your sluttiness. And these are really just your own clothes? You were both already sluts from what I can see. And from the story I heard about Tessa, you win the slut prize for the dorm I think.”
Taylor and Sophie led their respective toys out of the room and down toward classes.
Taylor would drop Kira off at English. Sophie would drop Tessa off at Psych.
The day had officially begun.
Hoyt Viper
Male, California, USA
Straight, but a dare is a dare
Hoyt Viper