Free Use College Pt. 17

Apologies for the delay. This chapter was a lot of work (almost 10,000 words) with a whole host of little things going on IRL. Expect a Jay and Carly by Monday most likely and a couple more in relatively short order (I've been bouncing around and now it's time to buckle down). Thanks for the patience and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Lots of debauchery (in case that's your thing ;)

With spring now in full effect and the semester nearing an end, the campus was alive with relaxed, scantily clad, nubile women and a smattering of visiting brothers and boyfriends looking to burn off exam stress. Alexis absolutely loved it. The vibe spoke to her through her core and she was grateful for the end of winter and the return to wearing whatever scandalously skimpy outfit she felt like. Today’s was a pair of white, pleather low-rise booty shorts that showed off half her ass and a bikini top that just barely covered her small pink areolas. The little wedge heels she wore gave her 4 inches on her diminutive frame that left her still one of the shortest people in sight.

“Isn’t this grand?” she said, stretching out her arms and pirouetting in circles as she arched her neck back to bathe in the sunlight. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was almost worshipful. “This is the thing I miss about the Keys. I could do this everyday there. Here there’s six months of indoor only weather.”

“As if you mind being trapped indoors with a bunch of guys,” Rebeccah said. She had a playful smirk on her face as she watched her girlfriend bask in the spring atmosphere. Rebeccah practically looked like a Pastor’s wife when compared to Alexis. Her skirt didn’t end until mid thigh. Her t-shirt showed off only a modest amount of midriff and while it was tight, it wasn’t the painted on look that Alexis would have preferred. Her lack of bra was readily apparent, however and everytime she thought about that she felt a shiver tingle through her that made her even more aroused. Another stray look of lust from a passerby and she might have to drag Alexis into a dark corner and demand satisfaction. Not that Alexis would object even in the slightest.

“Are you ready for this weekend?”

The bachelorette parties. It was all Alexis’s sexed up mind could think about. Rebeccah knew she was planning something extravagant. They’d agreed to let the other plan their parties and they were both looking forward to the experience. They were both also very nervous. Alexis had asked for something that really pushed her boundaries. Pushed her in ways that she hadn’t pushed herself. Rebeccah on the other hand had wanted a lot of really, really good sex and some fun with friends. But that’s all. She’d made Alexis promise her it wouldn’t be anything particularly “wild”. Alexis had agreed but had been teasing her for a week that maybe their definitions of “wild” were different. Rebeccah trusted her… mostly… but was still a bit worried.

Rebeccah nodded, “I’m ready. Everything’s all planned. I hope you love it,” she said the last quietly in a worried, clipped tone.

Alexis spun on her and smiled, gripping the taller girl’s hands and standing on her toes to give her a soft, sweet kiss. “Is it from you?”

“Yes…”

“Did you think about me when you planned it?”

“Yes…”

“Is it going to push me like I asked?”

Rebeccah nodded and smiled, that was the one part she was sure of, “Oh yes.”

“Then I’m going to love it. Stop worrying you silly little slut!”

Rebeccah laughed and the two women continued their walk across campus, periodically pointing out particularly attractive people that they saw along the way.

“Mmm… look at that guy… he’s definitely packing something good in there.”

“I like his girlfriend better. There’s no way that girl is 100% straight,” Rebeccah said, eyeing the athletic looking woman walking with the man.

“Want to go find out if they’re up for some fun?”

“You’re awful!” Rebeccah said, smacking Alexis’s tight little bubble butt with a hard slap. “We have class.”

“Yeah… in 45 minutes… that’s enough time for a quickie with some hot strangers.”

Rebeccah sighed but the smile broadened across her lips, “Fine… but I’m not in the mood for dick today.”

“Your loss… cause I’m gonna get him to split me in half and show that Amazon how a hot little spinner like me can fuck.”

Indeed, Alexis was incorrigible. It was practically her defining characteristic.

—

Saturday finally arrived. The big day. The bachelorette parties. Rebeccah was a bundle of nerves as she primped and preened with Alexis in the bedroom of the new apartment. “Your outfit is over there, babe,” she said as Alexis stepped out of the steaming hot shower. She toweled her hair off, squeezing the straight red strands as she looked at the bed.

“Seriously? What the hell am I doing tonight, slut?” Alexis said as she walked across the cool hardwood with her bare feet. There was a green plaid, pleated skirt that would barely cover her ass and a skimpy pair of satin white panties. White stockings. A white garter belt. A small white blouse with three buttons missing from the top and a little black shelf bra that wouldn’t hide her nipples. Rebeccah had also picked out a white, flowery choker and a pair of purple, flowered hair ties. “Double pigtails?”

“Uh-huh?” Rebeccah said as she applied the ruby red lipstick that Alexis had demanded she wear.

Alexis laughed as she sat on the bed and rolled the stockings up her legs. “Are you just whoring me out to dirty old men? I thought you were pushing my boundaries, bitch.”

Rebeccah smiled to herself. She still wasn’t sure Alexis was going to like this… but her boundaries were definitely going to be pushed.

“Be patient, you eager little tramp. And have some faith in me.”

“Oh I do,” Alexis said. She watched Rebeccah put the finishing touches on her own outfit. Alexis had bought an absurdly expensive dress and gotten it expertly tailored for her soon-to-be-wife. It was a sexed up version of the wedding dress she’d picked but instead of white it was in a strange sort of red/black shimmery color that seemed to morph and change as the light caught it in different ways. The slit on the left hip went all the past her thigh. The plunge in the middle went all the way to her belly button and fabric clung to her like it was painted on. Alexis had made her wear panties with twin probes that inserted themselves into her pussy and her ass. As she’d slipped them on and guided them inside her she knew that Alexis had something truly sinister planned. The strappy black heels she’d picked out were sexy but nothing spectacular and the beautiful silver necklace was practically tasteful. The outfit looked fantastic and sexy but it seemed so incongruous for Alexis’s normal pattern that she couldn’t help but be apprehensive. It was almost TOO normal. The thought made her shudder in anticipation in spite of herself.

“Don’t forget the contacts,” Alexis said, pointing to a plastic container on the shelf.

“Already got them in… I wanted to watch you in the shower,” she said with a smirk.

“Oh you dirty little perv… were you spying on me?”

“Maybe just a little,” she said. The contacts were a set of paired, shared imaging devices designed for two people to be able to observe what the other was doing at all times. They’d tested them out already to make sure they worked, waiving the privacy flags and setting up the biometric identifiers that the nano-cameras would need to be able to follow them. Right now Rebeccah looked like she was looking at herself in the mirror but actually there was a picture in picture view of Alexis getting dressed in her sexy little outfit that she was focused on. She blinked twice in quick succession and the image zoomed in, taking up most of her field of view and leaving the real world faint and obscured. She blinked just her right eye and that camera zoomed in further. Then she double blinked three times again and her vision went back to normal. “Still working like a charm,” she said.

“And the sound?”

“Seemed fine,” she said, “But it’s hard to tell when we’re in the same room.”

Alexis nodded and quickly put her own contacts in. “I’m already annoyed.”

“Why?” Rebeccah said in concern.

“Because I didn’t get to watch YOU get dressed.”

Rebeccah laughed, “I’m guessing you’ll be watching me get undressed.”

Alexis nodded, “Unless I’m too distracted with the railing I’m getting.”

“It’ll all be recorded so we can watch it back together endlessly. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts.”

That was the most expensive part of the package. The thought transcription. It wasn’t perfect but it would do a pretty good job of transcribing the wearer's thoughts into words so that you could basically hear an audio commentary of the person’s real time thoughts during the night. The thought of being able to lie in bed and watch a night of debauchery while she heard Alexis’s inner most thoughts.

Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. Rebeccah flipped the vid switch and saw who it was. “Are those…?”

“Yup… it’s ALL your friends,” Alexis said with a smile.

“Interesting,” Rebeccah said. She’d made a fair number of friends in classes during the year and while she’d spent the vast majority of her time with Alexis, it hadn’t stopped her from having an active social life. Her friends knew a little bit about her lifestyle but definitely didn’t know the depths of her decadence. “What did you tell them?” the worry in her voice apparent.

Alexis stood up and walked over to her girlfriend. Her still topless frame briefly drawing Rebeccah’s gaze. “I told them it was your bachelorette party. That you wanted to get a little wild and that I had given you a complete pass to be as wild as you wanted.”

“Really… that’s ALL you told them?”

Alexis smiled, “There’s a couple surprises mixed in there too,” she said. “But you’re gonna love it.”

Rebeccah smiled and gave her fiancee a hug. “I know baby… I can’t wait to talk about it tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait to WATCH it tonight!” Alexis said and gave her a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as if they were going to be away from each other for months. Rebeccah gave her hair a little flip and headed downstairs, eager for her night to begin.

As she walked, she felt herself getting more and more into the mood. This was going to be a fun night no matter what happened. She imagined Alexis had done some sort of “Stripper Party” night but there was bound to be some kind of kinky twist. The instant she opened the door, two things happened. First, she was surprised by who was in the group of party-goers. Second, her forgotten panties buzzed to life, distracting her from that surprise.

She leaned against the door frame, trying to hide how light headed she instantly felt as she thought, “That little bitch… buzzing me just as my friends lay eyes on me for the first time tonight.”

“Let’s get this party started girl!” one of her friends, Vivienne from Women’s Studies, yelled. Vivienne, Tianna, Lacy and Ava weren’t the surprises. What she was surprised to see was that the group included Professor Lawson, her undergrad advisor, her two best friends from home, Haley and Robert, and her little sister. Alexis had invited her little sister. Because of course she had. Crystal had turned 18 three weeks ago too. So she wasn’t going to be an impediment to the debauchery of the evening.

Haley had beautiful, wavy, dirty blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her back. She was thin but not tiny and looked as beautiful as Rebeccah remembered. What surprised her was her sister, however. Crystal looked like an absolute bombshell. Her perfect honey blonde hair hung straight, framing her suddenly much more mature face. Her dress showed off the most perfect pair of perky tits she’d ever seen and her toned, smooth legs made Rebeccah acutely aware of the fact that this was her sister she was perving over.

“Hey, girlfriend!” Haley said, giving her a hug and knocking her from her momentary trance, “I had no idea you were… gay,” she said, whispering the last word as if it was scandalous. Her school friends and Robert snickered and her professor frowned. Her sister simply watched impassively, holding a bottle of wine with a ribbon around it but otherwise saying nothing.

“Well… you know how our town is,” Rebeccah said, trying not to stare at her sister’s perfect body.

“Oh totally,” Haley responded, “I don’t blame you at all. But you can trust me. I’m totally okay with deviant lifestyles. People have the right to choose what to do with their own bodies and I’m not going to judge anyone’s decisions harshly. Everyone’s entitled to their own choices. Good and bad.”

Rebeccah ground her teeth and controlled her anger. Haley had always been like this and it hadn’t been an issue when she was closeted. They just never talked about it. And Haley was being truthful in how she spoke. Her words were practically liberal for Berkley Mass. But now Rebeccah had fully come out and had spent a year with like-minded people. The parochial views of her hometown felt more constricting than ever.

Fortunately, Robert came to her rescue and gave her a giant hug. “We’re both glad to see you again,” he said. Robert was… tricky. The two had grown up together, originally living on the same block before his parents had moved into a fancy new house a couple miles away. They’d played and hung out, even dated (very briefly) in middle school. Robert loved cooking and fashion and while he wasn’t effeminate he had a certain energy to him that made a lot of people think he was gay. In fact, that’s what Rebeccah had thought when she’d come out to him. She’d been mortified when she’d discovered he was straight as an arrow but he’d never wavered and supported her completely. As she took a step back from the big bear hug, she realized where Robert’s other hand was. It was holding Haley’s.

“Wait… you guys?”

“Yup… we… uhmm… we hooked up about a month after you left town.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

Robert looked away, glancing briefly at Haley and then at Rebeccah’s sister who patted him softly on the shoulder. “It’s… complicated… you know.”

“Why? The guy everyone thinks might be gay hooks up with the prom-queen? Seems like there should have been a party and fireworks,” Rebeccah said, in confusion. Robert again looked around nervously and this time it was Vivienne that broke the tension.

“We gotta get going. You guys can catch up tonight… let’s go get our drink on, girls!”

Rebeccah followed them downstairs just as the limo showed up for Alexis. She glanced at least twice at the sway of Crystal’s hips and perfect ass, growing slightly jealous at the sight. They walked down the street to a bar that she and Alexis liked. It was a classy, non-student bar with clientele that trended upper-middle class and higher. The party of 9 looked way too fancy for this but Vivienne, who appeared to be the ringleader of this expedition, said it was just for shots to “get their courage up”. Whatever that meant.

The buzzing in Rebeccah’s panties had returned with a vengeance as she’d said down and pressed the probes further into her. It was now pulsing away as she tried to maintain her composure while downing the proffered shots of liquor.

“I hope you don’t think less of me after tonight, Professor Lawson,” she said with a raspy voice as the vodka burned its way down her throat.

“Call me Tammy, Rebeccah. And of course I won’t think less of you. If you choose right, you only get married once so you ought to be able to let loose a little bit before life settles down somewhat.”

The warmth hit her tummy quickly and she leaned in, “I’m not sure life will ever ‘settle down’ with Alexis… but I appreciate your leniency on the subject.”

Alexis had had three classes with the Professor over her years at college and she was more aware than others of how wild she could be. “I imagine that’s the case. It’s impressive you managed to tame her.”

Rebeccah laughed, taking the second shot with a gasp, “Hardly. Nobody tames Alexis. But I’m totally onboard for the wild ride.”

With that thought, along with the growing warmth in her stomach and the erotic buzz in her panties, caused her to glimpse at what was happening to Alexis right now.

—

Alexis climbed into the limo, more nervous than she cared to admit. Unlike Rebeccah’s bachelorette party, hers seemed to be off to a very strange start. The limo driver that opened her door was a beautiful, icy blonde woman wearing a sexy chauffeur outfit and sunglasses entirely too dark for the nighttime. Modern limos didn’t need a chauffeur anyways so their presence itself was an affectation. Why bother?

Alexis moved on from that thought to the next as she climbed into the cab. She’d expected to see some friends. Or some frat brothers. Or… well… anybody. Instead, there was nobody. She was alone. The window to the driver was closed. There was no crazed girls. No horny guys. Not even a stack of sex toys. Just… silence.

“What the fuck, Rebeccah?”

She looked around and finally saw something unusual. On the shelf next to the mini-bar was a note, a watch, and a single green pill.

“Alexis, my love, when this alarm goes off, take this pill. Don’t ask questions. Don’t think. Just trust your soon-to-be-wife and prepare to have yourself pushed in every imaginable way.

Alexis looked at the watch as the car slid effortlessly into traffic, the movement barely perceptible. The watch was going to go off in 3 minutes and 17 seconds. 16. 15. 14. Alexis had nothing to do. Just her own thoughts. What the hell had Rebeccah planned?

When the alarm finally went off, she took a sip of water and swallowed the pill, half expecting herself to suddenly awaken in a pool of embryonic fluid with wires attached like in the Matrix. But nothing happened. She just… sat and watched as Rebeccah and her throng of partiers laughed and joked as they walked to their next stop. Alexis knew that Vivienne would keep things moving along at the right time. Her plans for Rebeccah’s evening weren’t the clockwork machinations that Rebeccah seemed to have engaged in, they were more free flowing. And that required a co-conspirator that understood what she was striving for. Vivienne had seemed ideal. The woman had a certain devious, sexy energy to her and she was eager to see what happened.

As the group of 9 walked into the club Alexis had booked, her voyeurism was suddenly interrupted by the car decelerating to a gentle stop. The door was opened and she stepped out onto a bustling street. People were criss-crossing in front of her and she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. She turned to the chauffeur who gestured toward the building in front of them.

“The Virgin Escape Room… no virgins allowed.”

“Well good thing I’m about the furthest thing from a virgin this town has seen,” she said. But an excape room? Really Rebeccah? Pushing the boundaries of her deductive skills sounded vaguely fun but it wasn’t what she’d had in mind. Nevertheless, she trusted her girlfriend and she walked forward. The bouncer at the front door stopped her.

“Ticket?” The man was a giant. He looked like if an NFL defensive tackle decided to star in a Hollywood blockbuster. His white tank top had obviously been chosen to show off his insanely well defined muscles and chiseled features. Alexis could see his abs through his shirt. He was… impressive.

Alexis didn’t have a reply but the blonde driver held up a pad with some illegible scrawl on it.

“Oh… young Miss Alexis. I apologize. I didn’t realize our special guest had arrived. Just one thing I have to confirm. You’re not a virgin are you? Our experience can be… traumatic to virgins and is strictly designed for people experienced in a variety of sexual situations.”

Now this was more like it. A SEXY escape room was a thing that Alexis could get on board with. “No… If there’s one thing I’m certain… I’m definitely NOT a… virgin.” But as she said the word, she was suddenly less sure. It was a strange feeling… like it just felt wrong to say that. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d been fucking an entire frat for the past two years. Of course she wasn’t a… virgin.

“Excellent… then sign this waiver. It just promises that you’re not a virgin.”

She quickly signed it, “What? That’s a wild waiver… but hell… I’m not a… virgin.”

And yet… the thought persisted as she walked into the dark foyer. “Welcome to the experience so erotic and titillating that it’s been banned for virgins due to the highly dangerous outcomes it can create.” The voice boomed from everywhere all at once. “The last virgin that tried to sneak through our escape room ended up like this,” said the voice as a screen flared to life. Alexis had to squint at the sudden brightness in the dark as she then saw a woman who looked practically broken. Her face covered in cum. Her eyes unfocused. Her tongue dangling out of her mouth.

Alexis stared at the image in… horror? Was that the right thing to feel? She felt like she should be turned on by the image. She’d strived numerous times to get Rebeccah to look like that. But this woman looked depraved. She was a nice innocent virgin before this escape room and now she looked like some cock crazed nympho slut. She wasn’t the good little virgin she came into the experience as. She wasn’t a virgin like Alexis.

—

Rebeccah smiled as she watched Alexis enter the escape room. It looked like the pill they’d provided had worked to perfection. She saw the look of fear and revulsion cross her face as the image of the cum covered woman flashed on the screen. Within moments, Alexis would be convinced she was an innocent virgin, not the sex crazed nymphette she really was. She’d wake up tomorrow back to normal but tonight she’d get to experience a night of horrible debauchery the way a good girl should. She’d get to know how Christen had felt in those early days of her descent into depravity. The idea made Rebeccah’s already wet pussy moisten even further.

She was now sitting in a club, watching her friends dance as she rested her feet for a moment. Haley came and sat down beside her as she watched Robert spin her sister around the dance floor, “Hey… you okay?”

Rebeccah nodded, her liquid courage giving her the strength to say some words she’d wanted to say for a couple years now. “You’re a good friend, Haley.”

Haley beamed and started to say something but Rebeccah continued, “But you’re also a shit friend.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t trust you to come out to you.”

“Sure you could have… I wouldn’t have told anyone.”

“Oh sure,” she said, waving her hand dramatically, “but you’d have judged me. You think being a Lesbian is wrong… don’t you?”

Haley stammered, “No… I don’t.”

Rebeccah shook her head, “Yes you do!” You want your little Robert boy toy and your white picket fence. She gestured towards the dance floor where Robert was now dancing more closely with Crystal, the two grinding in a way that was borderline inappropriate. That barely registered with Rebeccah as she continued on, “You’re grossed out that I like licking pussy.”

Haley’s eyes went wide, “Rebeccah… you… uhmm… you need to know…”

“What? What do I need to know? I love pussy and you love cock,” she said in annoyance, gesturing again at the dance floor towards Robert. This time Rebeccah did notice Robert. Or more specifically his hands that were gripping the ass of her little sister. She noticed Crystal’s hand snaking between them, grabbing and stroking Robert. And she noticed the two obvious lovers kissing in a soft, romantic way that only comes with significant time together.

“Uhh… Yeah… Robert, Crystal and I… we’re.. Uhmm… we’re kind of a throuple.”

“What?” Rebeccah yelled.

—

Alexis smiled, secret number one of the night revealed to her girlfriend. Her sweet, innocent girlfriend Rebeccah. The girl she was going to marry soon so they could finally have sex for the first time. She and Rebeccah had been dutifully saving themselves for marriage and she couldn’t wait. But right now that resolve was being challenged.

Alexis had been led into a room by two intimidating individuals. A strong, athletic man with an obviously large and scary penis and an equally athletic Amazonian looking woman wearing a leather harness and looking for all the world like a sex goddess. Alexis recognized them. They were the couple that Rebeccah and she had joked about hooking up with on campus. They definitely hadn’t done that. They’d only joked about it. Because they were both good girls. But now the two were here at this creepy sex dungeon. And they were tying Alexis to a large wooden X.

“What are you doing?” Alexis asked.

“Teaching you what it’s like to be a slut.”

“I’m not a slut. I’m a good girl,” she said.

“Uh-huh. We screen out all the virgins and good girls. Only sluts get to go through this process… we’ve broken too many virgins in the last couple months. Don’t want to have the cops show up again.”

Alexis swallowed. She had told them she wasn’t a virgin. Why had she said that? Why had she signed that waiver? It threatened her with a lot of legal liability if she lied. Her parents could be in real trouble. She felt the straps tight on her ankles and wrists as she wondered what they were going to do to her.

“What… what are you… what are you going to do to me?” she asked. Her voice was small. Terrified. And she was also aware that her pussy was absolutely flooded.

“We are going to teach you a lesson. Naughty sluts deserve to be broken sluts. That’s why virgins can’t do this. It’s a process to break sluts. It leaves virgins shattered and brainless.”

Alexis felt a shiver run through her. The image of her kneeling on the ground, shattered and brainless and covered in cum ran through her mind. She glanced down at the man’s cock, and tried to imagine how it could possibly fit inside her tiny little frame. It seemed impossible. It seemed like it would come out of her mouth. Nothing that big could fit in someone so small. “I’m a… I like girls though,” she said.

The man chuckled, “Oh no… we aren’t buying that. Your girlfriend told us ALL about you,” he said. “And she said you have to fully EARN your escape. No cheating. No tapping out. You do EVERY. SINGLE. THING. We tell you or we get to keep you as our slave for a month after the wedding.”

Why? Why would her beloved Rebeccah have done this? They’d agreed to save themselves for each other. To have a wonderful, romantic honeymoon where they could make love on the beach for the first time. That’s what she wanted. Not this creepy sex dungeon! Was this what her dear, sweet Rebeccah wanted? For her to be defiled like this? Was she just looking for a good time herself? Her eyes refocused on Rebeccah’s night and they went wide. Rebeccah was making out with two of her friends… A skanky looking blonde and a mousy brunette… Tianna and Avy she thought. Alexis felt a tear roll down her face. Maybe Rebeccah wasn’t the sweet innocent girl she’d thought she was.

—

Rebeccah was sandwiched between two hot friends with Tianna grinding into her from the back, grabbing her breasts and hands roaming across her body while Ava gyrated in front of her, kissing her and teasing her with her fingers. The revelation about her best friends and her sister had blown her mind but now she could see the three of them dancing together. Robert rubbed his cock against Haley’s ass while Haley and Crystal made out with as much love and passion as she’d ever felt towards Alexis. The pulsing buzzing of her panties kept rising and falling as Ava toyed with her. It hadn’t taken long for Rebeccah to figure out someone was controlling it. She thought it was Alexis at first but in her current state, there was no way it was her. Now it was a game. Who was controlling it? Her professor was checking her phone right now. Maybe it was her? But she'd been talking to Tammy earlier when the buzzing had pulsed hard. So it couldn’t be her.

“Fuck this feels good,” she whispered into Ava’s ear. Her friend simply smiled and nodded as the threesome kept dancing.

Vivienne had hooked up with a couple guys who were now dancing around her while she desperately tried to drive them insane. Lacy was in a dark corner making out with a complete stranger. Rebeccah couldn’t even see whether it was a guy or a girl.

Maybe Tammy was controlling the buzzing. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Later,” Ava said. She felt Tianna’s fingers tease her nipples as the two girls played with their prey. That continued for several minutes before Vivieene came back to them, “Let’s get out of here!” she yelled, trying to be heard over the music.

“Another club? Bring the boys?” Rebeccah asked.

Vivienne’s smile reminded her suddenly of Alexis. She felt her panties pulse to life again, even stronger than before and she would have fallen to her knees if Tatianna and Ava hadn’t kept her vertical. She looked at Tammy who was walking to collect Lacy. She’d left her phone on the table untouched. It couldn’t be her.

The buzzing stopped completely and it was almost painful. Suddenly Vivienne’s lips were on her ear and Rebeccah’s spine quivered at the words that floated into her ear, “No… we’re going to your house… Becki.” The buzzing came back again, causing her to instantly orgasm at the same time that Ava and Tatianna let her slip to the floor. She collapsed on the floor, spasming wildly in the throws of a very public orgasm. She was dimly aware of her sister staring at her impassively. She sensed Robert watching her come for the first time. Her professor. Her friends. She didn’t care. The orgasm was just that good.

When she finally regained her composure, her friends were helping her out, explaining that she’d had “a little too much alcohol tonight.”. And yes, she probably shouldn’t drive, but it wasn’t the alcohol that had done it. It was the mind blowing full body orgasm she’d had in front of a club full of strangers and some of her friends. They staggered down the street laughing. Rebeccah’s body was tingling so much she felt like she was on fire. She didn’t know what else Alexis and Vivienne had planned but she could tell it was going to be amazing.

Rebeccah  turned to her sister and drunkenly stage whispered, “So you’re gay, too?”

Crystal blushed and said back, “I’m bi… I love both of them.”

“I’m bi too!” Rebeccah said loudly. There were a couple passerbys that gave her a look and she stuck her tongue out at them petulantly before returning to her sister. Alexis’s Dad has a whole harem of beautiful women, you know. So I’m okay with these kinds of things,” she said.

“Great,” her sister muttered, “Glad to hear my big, slutty sister is giving me her blessing to have a loving and committed relationship.”

Rebeccah gathered up that part of the brain that every mildly drunk person has and used it to sober up… slightly. “Hey… You don’t need my blessing. And you don’t need Mom and Dad’s or anyone else’s. You just need yours and theirs,” she said, pointing emphatically at Robert and Haley. “You love them?”

“Yeah,” Crystal said, brightening slightly.

“Great… then there’s nothing else you should worry about. I only tell you I’m fine with it because I want to make sure you let me come over to see the babies.”

“Geezus you’re drunk,” Crystal said. “I’m 18… we’re not having babies for a while. We’re gonna figure all this out first… then we’ll talk about having babies.”

Rebeccah gave an exaggerated nod of agreement, “Good… that’s my plan with Alexis too… at least you have the advantage of having a ready sperm donor.”

Robert coughed, “I’m not just a sperm donor, you know,” he said with a smirk.

“I know… you’re also probably a wonderful fuck… and you can get things off tall shelves,” Rebeccah said and was rewarded with laughter and relieved tension. “Now you guys better get me somewhere fun where I can explore that hall pass Alexis gave me… I wanna get fucked!” Her vulgar scream echoed down the block with several random guys catcalling and cheering in support of her lascivious proposal.

As she staggered home, she focused her attention back on Alexis.

—

Alexis heard Rebeccah’s shout loudly through the contacts. The words resonated in her head. Obviously she’d told Rebeccah to go have fun but she thought that her girlfriend wouldn’t do this. Sex? Getting fucked? What kind of a slut was she marrying?

As the questions echoed in her brain, part of her was fully aware of the dripping cunt and soaked panties she still had on. That didn’t last long as her male captor stepped up with a pair of scissors and deftly cut them off her. She looked down, seeing the dainty satin panties fall down to her feet in tattered ribbons. “Your first challenge is to make me cum with your mouth, slut.”

Alexis stared at the man as he pulled a lever. The cross she was tied to started spinning until she was completely upside down and her mouth was now exactly level with the man’s erect penis. She’d never been this close to one and she stared at it in awe. It was thick and veiny and impossibly long. “You have three minutes, slut. Get me off.”

Alexis froze, not sure what to do. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue involuntarily before realizing that that wasn’t what good girls do. Where had that compulsion come from? It was almost like her body’s reflex. Was she a slut? Did these people know her better than she knew herself?

After several seconds of doing nothing, the man sighed in exasperation, “It’s no fun if you fail this early. I’ll just get myself off,” he said. For a brief moment, she was relieved. He was going to just jerk off and tell the escape room operator that she’d done it. But then the large penis inched towards her and she realized that wasn’t the case. He pressed into her mouth and her lips parted in what started out in protest but ended in invitation as she moaned around the cock. The man murmured something that sounded pleased as she focused on the strange sensation of flesh on her virgin lips. She could taste the salty bit of liquid at the back of her throat and her tongue danced across the top of his cock as he plunged deep. She thought she would gag as he fully invaded her throat but she took it effortlessly, breathing comfortably through her nose as she felt his pelvis contact her chin.

“Wow… you must be a fucking blowjob queen to take my cock first time like that.”

She murmured an objection but nothing came out. Instead the man slowly withdrew his penis until only the head was in her mouth. She couldn’t help it. She licked the tip of his penis with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the flavor in spite of the degrading circumstances. Before she could think of anything else though he slammed his cock hard into her mouth, splitting her lips apart anew and pressing against the back of her throat with aggression. This time the withdrawal and reinvasion was quick. And again. And again. This man wasn’t letting her give him a blowjob. She realized suddenly, he was simply fucking her mouth. And to make matters worse, she was pleasuring him back AND enjoying it herself. The shame that flooded through her was horrible. What would her parents think? They’d raised her to be a good girl. Not a trampy, slut like some of the other wives of her father. She was a good girl like her Mom and her Aunt Carly. She wanted a fully monogamous life. Not the life of a slut!

And yet, the penis invading her mouth… no… it was too much for that… this was a cock. The cock invading her mouth and fucking her face felt so good. So natural. She loved it. Her mind felt conflicted. She was a good girl. She was a slut. She was a good girl. She was a cock sucker. She was a good girl. She was a mouth hole.

The man groaned out and suddenly pulled out, jerking his cock once before unleashing a torrent of sticky white fluid that landed on her chin and lips. It dripped into her mouth and down her face, getting into her nose and eyes. Stinging slightly. But the taste… Oh God, the taste. But no matter how good the taste, she had to draw the line here. A blowjob for a stranger was one thing. But she was a good girl and there would be no more of this depraved debauchery.

—

Rebeccah smirked at the closeup image of Alexis’s newly plastered face. She loved the look of Alexis covered in cum but the mix of horror, shamed arousal and determination gave it a whole new flavor. She flipped her vision back to her surroundings as she felt Vivienne kissing her while Ava nibbled at her ear lobe.

“Fuck me I’ve wanted you for awhile,” Vivienne said between kisses. “Too bad I only get you for a night.”

“Who says?” Rebeccah said as she kissed the raven haired cheerleader back. Her fingers reached for the lacy black bra that currently stood as the only obstacle between Rebeccah’s hungry lips and the perfect tear drop breasts of the woman she was kissing.

“You’re getting married,” Vivienne said in surprise.

“Alexis and I are… pretty open,” she said in response.

“Mmmm… I want to see you… open,” Ava whispered into her ear, causing a full body shiver to go from her head to her toes before returning for three quarters of a round trip and settling in her warm, wet pussy.

“That sounds… spicy… I don’t think I could do that with my girlfriend.”

Ava said, “I could… but I just don’t care… I’m just a BUG anyways.”

“Fucking BUGs,” Vivienne said with a little bit of venom. “Bisexual until graduation… such pansy ass bullshit.”

“What does that make me?” Rebeccah said, enjoying the sensation of the hands wandering around her body. “A LEOC?”

“What’s that?” Vivienne said as she guided Rebeccah down to her breasts. Rebeccah always liked the moment of exploration she got when confronted with a new set of tits. Vivienne’s were bigger than Alexis’s with ever so slightly more sag but they were firm and just as perfect. Her tiny little dark areolas contained a hard nub right at the middle that was incongruously large when compared to the rest. As her tongue reached out to graze Vivienne’s erect buds, the black haired woman gasped as if struck by electricity, her question forgotten.

Rebeccah continued her exploration, trying out different things to see what Vivienne liked. Her nipples were very sensitive and the slightest of touches made her moan and shudder. It made Rebeccah feel powerful as she played the young woman like a fiddle once she learned how to press her buttons. Ava had stopped and leaned back in the chair, Her hand buried into her panties as she watched Rebeccah and Vivienne’s foreplay. Eventually, Rebeccah pulled her head up and turned towards Ava. Her fingers on one hand continued to work Vivienne’s nipple, rolling it around in her fingers gently with the softest of pulls and pinches. “If you go check my purse, I’ll show you what a LEOC is,” she said.

Ava stood up and walked seductively over to the door where Rebeccah’s purse was hanging. Everyone in the room was watching her. Rebeccah looked around and saw Haley, Robert and Crystal embraced on the couch, gently touching and kissing but still with all their clothes on… for now. She looked over and saw Tatianna and Professor Lawson… Tammy… standing in the kitchen, talking to each other while both women’s eyes were glued to Ava’s bountiful ass and narrow hips as she walked through the room. There was a strange silence, as if everyone was holding their breath in anticipation of whatever was coming next. Ava reached into the purse and her eyes went wide. She pulled her hand out holding an obscenely large double headed dildo with a leather harness. “Lesbian Except Occasional Cock,” Rebeccah said to Vivienne whose eyes went wide. As she said the words, Rebeccah slid her middle finger into Vivienne’s gushing cunt. “Now put that bad boy on and get over here, Ava. I want to feel something big and hard in this poor, empty little hole of mine.”

—

Alexis was sobbing now. She watched as her beloved fiancee not only broke their purity pledge but also was now begging for a… a… a penis. She was eager for it. Maybe she was the slut that should have come to this virgin escape room. The anger boiled up in her but her current circumstances made it difficult to focus. The blonde woman was presently knelt in front of her, teasing her pussy with her tongue and lips in a way that could only be described as virtuoso. The next challenge of the escape room, after the utterly humiliating blow job, was that she had to endure this torment for five minutes without begging to cum.

As if she’d give these perverts the satisfaction. Nevertheless, two minutes into the assault and she was already reevaluating her belief that this was torture. Oh it was torture. But not because of how vile and wrong it was. But it was torture because of how utterly amazing it made her feel. Her whole body tingled. She tried to push her hips further at the woman. Desperate for just a little more contact, but the restraints held her firm. Instead the bitch… for that’s what Alexis had named them in her head. Bitch and Big Dick. Bitch kept taking her right to the edge and then backing off and it was torment.

After three minutes, she was moaning in spite of herself. Big Dick kept whispering into her ear, “Just ask… and she’ll let you cum.” The bastard’s voice was filled with mocking but he refused to give them the pleasure. “Only a well practiced slut could be that resistant to her tongue. You must be a very experienced receiver of oral pleasure.”

Of course she wasn’t. She was pure. She was a good girl. At least until her fiancee had betrayed her and given her over to these… these… these monsters. The magical tongue below her stroked up, splitting her pussy wide and stroking right across the clit. It was almost too much for Alexis. Her whole body shook violently as she tried to alternately pull away and slam her hips down. Her mind didn’t know what it wanted. Her mind was barely in control. After what seemed like an eternity of this ride, she finally gasped out a small whimper, “Please… please.”

The man laughed and the Bitch’s head pulled away. The clock read 5:05. She’d made it. She’d resisted the temptation long enough to move to the next stage. “Congratulations,” the blonde said snarkily, “But now you don’t get an orgasm.”

Alexis cried some more, this time over the loss of the release that her body was craving. Her sobs died in her throat as Big Dick rolled out the next device. “What… the… fuck,” she said. Bitch laughed and secured a leather strap around her head before placing a large metal ring into her mouth. Alexis was barely aware of that as she saw the strange contraption being brought forward. It was a wide piece of wood with obvious shackles for her ankles that would keep her spread wide apart. A long curved metal pole ascended up from it to a bar that looked like a trapeze bar that had shackles obviously meant for her arms. But what really caught the eye was the three pink tubes of various widths that were extended from the metal pole and thrashing about.

She tried to shake her head in protest but she couldn’t form words with the ring in her mouth. Bitch and Big Dick uncuffed her and led her to the new device. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t bring herself to resist. Every corner of her mind was horrified. But every nerve in her body was calling out for this contraption. She knew at that moment she’d lost the war. She was a good girl. But not good enough. She was also a slut. And this machine was basically going to finish her conversion. The thought made her shake. And it also made her already wet pussy flow freely.

Bitch and Big Dick strapped her into the machine, securely tying her hands and ankles so she couldn’t move. She felt the pre-lubed tentacles begin to inch up her. One coming down her spine and two coming up her legs. She squealed at the initial contact as the biggest, thickest one probed at her moist pussy. That was when the man strapped the VR headset on her head and put the earphones on. Suddenly, an image of a nude Rebeccah flared to life and her fiancee’s voice came over the ear piece.

“Alexis, I love you… but I don’t want to be a good girl. I don’t want a good girl for a wife. I want a slut. A really trashy whore who will do all kinds of wild, depraved, decadent sexy things with me. I want somebody so horny all the time that she’ll grab me and fuck me right in the middle of the street. I want a slut who eagerly shares cock with me. Wants to be sodomized by strange men. Wants to seduce innocent women and teach other girls how good it feels to be a slut.”

The words were rushing out of her fiancee’s mouth as the tentacles now invaded her pussy… her cunt… her ass… and her mouth. They were pumping into her, pleasuring her in ways she’d never have imagined and she was writhing along with them.

“The last challenge for the escape room is mine. If you want to be let out, you have to agree to be a slut. A real slut. A true slut. A slut who doesn’t hide or hold back. A slut who will challenge me for the rest of my life. You have to be THIS slut,” she said. Suddenly the image changed and it showed Alexis… or a version of her. There were two bright gold rings pierced through each nipple. There was a tattoo right above her pussy that said, “Ask Rebeccah for access”. And Rebeccah was behind her fucking her ass with a thick, wicked looking dildo that better belonged in a demonic monster movie than reality. But the thing that Alexis fixated on was the happy look of bliss on her face. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The smile on her open mouth as her tongue hung out. Something about the image called to her.

Suddenly, she felt something pressed against her breasts. Like a cup. The tentacles began thrusting and writhing and spinning within her even more. The sensations were overwhelming but she still heard Rebeccah’s voice… actually… two voices. One said, “If you want this baby, just make an OK sign with each hand and they’ll do the rest.” The other voice said, “I love you and I hope you like your bachelorette party, slut.” She didn’t hesitate. She formed a little OK sign with each hand and suddenly there was a sharp pinching sensation in each nipple, followed briefly by a burning sensation right above her violated pussy. They’d done it to her. She’d asked them to. She’d become the dumb broken slut that they’d threatened her with. That her girlfriend wanted. She’d have smiled… if the tentacle fucking her mouth had let her. She’d arrived.

—

Rebeccah watched Alexis’s destruction in random spurts while she wasn’t seeing stars. That was particularly difficult because she had dildos being thrust in and out of her constantly while someone was always licking her clit. She’d cum so many times she’d lost track of all of them and there was a dim part of her brain that wondered whether it would be her, and not Alexis, that would be more broken by the end of the evening.

“God, I love cock!” she screamed at one point.

“BUG!” Vivienne said, then spat in contempt onto Rebeccah’s already ruined face.

“Maybe… but I went the other way,” Rebeccah said with a laugh. “I love pussy most… but sometimes… fuck… a girl just needs a big hard cock.” She immediately felt a sharp sting on her ass and looked behind her. Haley was bouncing up and down on Robert’s cock which, in Rebeccah’s lust filled mind, looked like the most perfect cock on Earth. But that’s not what held her attention. Standing behind her with one hand on her hip and the other hand twirling a familiar collar was her naked little sister. The woman was a goddess. Everything about her was perfection and it was obvious. Rebeccah wondered how she could possibly even share DNA with someone with tits that magnificent, let alone everything else. The silver band should have been safely locked up in their playroom. How had her sister…

“Alexis gave me the code and told me these might be fun,” she said before stepping forward and putting one around Rebeccah’s neck. Unlike Olivia, where she’d felt strong and in charge, she felt scared and timid. That feeling magnified tenfold when Crystal snapped her collar into place. Suddenly the scared, timid feeling blazed to life coupled with a feeling of utter and complete submission. “Whh…. what… are… are… y… y… you… going… to do?” she stammered.

Suddenly there were several more sharp smacks on her ass. She felt like her butt was on fire and the heat was radiating all around her battered body. “What do you want, you fucking filthy degenerate piece of rapemeat?”

The words sounded so alien in her sister’s mouth. So cruel. She knew that the collar magnified the user’s dominance but otherwise wasn't supposed to alter their personality. Is this really what her sister thought of her?

“C… c… cock, please?”

Crystal laughed and smacked her ass again. “HA! You think I’d share that cock with a pathetic piece of trash like you? I don’t want it to rot and fall off!” Crystal gestured back to Tianna who had donned the largest strap on and was now forcing it down Rebeccah’s sore throat. “Tell you what, cunt. I’ll let you feel that cock… through the collar. That’s far more than you deserve.”

Rebeccah’s muffled response might have been a protest… or a plea… or a thank you. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure which it was. It was just a sound of agonized, erotic pleasure as her sister pushed her, now dialed to 11, submissive buttons. She couldn’t see what was happening but she felt Vivienne pull out from her cunt and she was dimly aware of her professor sliding a vibrating dildo up her ass. The girls laughed, “She looks like a dumb slut puppy!” The words stung but instead of turning her off, they simply made her flood her cunt more.

Then she felt it. The almost real enough sensation of Robert’s cock inside of her. The collar gave her all the pleasure but it wasn’t QUITE right. It was ALMOST as good… but that almost left her wanting more. Robert fucked her sister for what felt like an eternity. Rebeccah lost track of how many times the tongue, a tongue she couldn’t even identify, got her off while she was being virtually fucked. Rebeccah was keenly aware of the stamina being displayed. She could hear Crystal’s squeals of pleasure as her lover expertly pushed her buttons. He obviously knew how to manipulate and please her as she demanded satisfaction and he obviously delivered. Everytime her sister came, she came as well until her whole body was tingling and she was nearly blacking out. Suddenly, the sensation of withdrawal as her empty cunt was now both virtually and physically empty. She cried out as the dildo fucking her mouth was withdrawn. As the anal dildo was withdrawn even. She missed all of it. She was empty. It was horrible. Instead, she looked up and Robert was there. His cock just out of range. He was getting ready to plaster her face and Rebeccah was ready for it. She opened her mouth obediently, the words “Slut Puppy” from just moments before suddenly seemed like a commandment.

“Oh no… you don’t get that from the source, bitch!” came a sharp command and a smack across her ass. “You get the bottled variety,” she said and gave her the bottle of wine she’d brought earlier. The cork was off and Crystal was tipping it into her mouth. Thick white cum sloshed down and into her mouth. “That’s the cum of every guy that wanted to fuck you in high school. I had them bottle it for you as a present,” she leaned forward and whispered, “You’ll never get Robert’s cum,” she said and dropped to her knees. While she forced Rebeccah to chug from the wine bottle, she wrapped her plump pink lips around Robert’s hard shaft and murmured happily. She felt the sensation of a cock on her lips, but whatever taste of Robert’s essence that would have been conveyed by the collar was drowned out by the cocktail she was drinking from the bottle. She whimpered and flushed at the humiliation but continued drinking. When Haley’s tongue touched Crystal’s clit at the same time that one of the other girl’s began eating hers, Rebeccah’s already over-sexed body couldn’t take it. She fell forward, collapsing as wave after wave of submission amped pleasure washed over her. That’s when she passed out.

—

The walk of shame was the final straw for Alexis. Bitch and Big Dick led her down the street, they’d clothed her in a gauzy see through robe and tied a chain to each of her new nipple rings. Now they guided her down the street and she followed submissively behind them. People stared. People laughed. She’d already forgotten half the demeaning things she’d been called on the walk. She wasn’t watching though. And she was barely listening. Instead she was watching Rebeccah get fucked by the strap-on by everyone at the party. Even her sister gave her a very angry revenge fuck, screaming at what a dirty slut her older sister was as she fucked her fiancee’s cute little ass. Rebeccah made every girl there cum with her tongue and Robert, true to Crystal's word, gave her nothing… nothing except several strokes from the thinnest riding crop that they owned across every sensitive square part of her body. Now both of them were ruined. Both of them had been violated. They were both sluts now. No longer good girls. Never again. And that’s what they both wanted.

The drug was wearing off on Alexis now. She was starting to remember she hadn’t really been a virgin… not for a long time. But she could still remember the feeling. She could remember the scared, innocent girl she’d been two hours earlier. She could remember having her will broken and her body violated. She could remember how easily Rebeccah had manipulated her into doing what she wanted. She loved that. It was everything she’d ever wanted. A lover who challenged her and pushed her. A lover who could be submissive and dominant as their moods shifted. Finally, they arrived at her new apartment. Big Dick and Bitch… Nick and Lyla she now remembered… after all… she and Rebeccah had fucked them just 36 hours ago. Nick and Lyla forced her to her knees as they knocked on the door.

A goddess opened the door. It was Rebeccah, cum covered with red marks all over her. Unlike Alexis who looked broken and brought low, Rebeccah looked like she was floating on air. She was radiant. Alexis looked up at her and said, “Thank you for my wedding gift, mistress. I love it.”

Rebeccah just smiled and helped Alexis to her feet, “I love it too,” she said.