Cell Phone Slave 

by Shon Richards

http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/2007/03/cell-phone-slave.html


I have very deep feelings about this story. I was in the death throes of a bad relationship, feeling miserable and just wanting to write something to take my mind from it. Amaya became an ideal I wish I was dating instead of the fucked up relationship I was in. A curvy geeky submissive with negligent parents, Amaya was a mix of all the best qualities from the submissives I had known.

When I started 'Cell Phone Slave', I intended it to be the novella that I tried to get published. This was before my major anxiety attacks when I thought I could still take over the world. I poured my heart in this story because I thought it was my one big mainstream shot. Part way through, I stopped caring about that. Too much of me was in the story and I couldn't see myself compromising on any part of it. This is the story that made me realize how little I wanted to be successful in comparison to telling the story I wanted to tell.

Towards the end of writing this story, I met one of the great loves of my life. She was a submissive like no other. Smart, strong willed, funny and oh my god sexy. I finished Amaya's tale a bit more objectively than I probably would have if I was still missing a submissive in my life. Because of this, the ending is just the way it should be.

Then something odd happened. I knew it was a good story, but it seemed like a waste to put it on the newsgroups I was frequenting. Newsgroup readers are a fickle lot and it seemed like the more established a writer was, the less they would read him. I knew it wasn't long enough to be published so I was stuck. I held onto it, not really sure what to do it with it.

Years later, I had full blown anxiety breakdowns. I wasn't writing. I sure as hell was a dom to anyone. My wife was looking at me like maybe we should divorce and I felt pretty low. I had started a blog but didn't really have a focus or regular posts. My birthday rolled around and I was feeling pretty low. I decided to post 'Cell Phone Slave' as a way to personally celebrate a period when I used to be so much better. It was a personal taunt, something to provoke me to get back to that level.

Man, I was not ready for readers to like it. They fucking loved it. I loved that they loved it. I got e-mails with so many questions from people. There are so many Amayas in the world and even if I can't be their Wesley, I can let them know that they are not the odd unique freaks they think they are. Wordslut offered to edit them and with her help I fixed the fraternity chapter which always bothered me. I made a lot of blogger friends who made me feel less of a freak myself. It was invigorating. I felt like a dom and a writer again.



Cell Phone Slave Part 1

Amaya saw the package in her mailbox and fought to rein in her hopes. More than likely it was for her roommate, Helen. She pulled the package out of their tiny dorm mailbox and looked at the address. It was for her! Amaya searched the package for a return address but there wasnt one. The young college student checked the mailbox for any other mail, especially for her financial aid check that was a month late. There wasnt any.

She didnt open the package in the lobby although she was tempted. Amaya liked surprises and after a harsh three weeks of college, she was going to savor this one. When she was a little girl all she wanted for her eight birthday was the Barbie Dream House. A month before her birthday Amaya was looking through her mothers closet for a pair of heels to play with. Barely hidden under a coat was the Barbie Dream House. Amaya was excited at first and she never told her mom that she knew what she was getting for her birthday but as the days dragged on, she found herself a little bored with her upcoming birthday. Knowing what she was getting had taken the fun out of the discovery and it was something she had never forgotten. The package could wait till she was in her room.

Amaya climbed the stairs of the co-ed dorm to her room. Her stomach growled. It did that every day now. Amayas parents were firm believers in letting their oldest daughter provide for herself. Her father was a marine and her mother was a Japanese native who never attended any sort of higher education. Both parents just assumed that a scholarship would pay for everything and that if Amaya needed anything else, she could get a job. They didnt care that her financial aid was caught in some sort of bureaucratic limbo that none of the financial aid office people could explain. Neither parent could also understand that in a college town, the only job really available to a girl just out of high school was that of a waitress and even then, no one was willing to hire a half-Japanese girl with glasses when they could have a busty blonde co-ed. Her small amount of cash had evaporated quickly after buying her books and paying her lab fees. For the past two weeks she had been reduced to eating crackers and peanut butter for breakfast and dinner. Amayas parents kept telling her to buck up as if those magic words could solve anything.

Maybe the package was from her parents. Amaya wondered if they had finally taken pity on her and sent her a box of food or something. It would be just like them to send her food instead of money. The dorm room she had didnt have a stove or even a microwave so Amaya worried that they might have sent her something she couldnt even use. The package was kind of small, so Amaya was hopeful that it couldnt contain food. Perhaps her parents had sent her money in a box because they didnt trust stuffing envelopes with money?

Or maybe the package was from her boyfriend, John. Amaya bit her lip as she thought of him. He was her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first sexual partner and lately her first heartbreaking disappointment. Cuddling on the floor of his parents garage, John always swore he would look out for her. It must have been the sex talking because while she attended a college in state, he applied for one in Georgia. John swore they would meet again in the summer and Amaya tried to take his word for it. So far he had never written and called only once. She had written him last week asking, no, begging him to send her some money that she would pay back when she got her financial aid, but he had yet to respond. Maybe this package was his way of proving he still did care.

Helen wasnt in their room, which delighted Amaya. She sat down on her bed and held the package in her lap. She made three wishes. One, she wished there was money inside. Two, she wished for something sweet to eat that didnt involve peanut butter. Three, she wished it was from John. Amaya took a deep breath and opened her package.

The package was stuffed with a lot of filler paper but buried deep within was a cellular phone and an envelope. Amayas face broke into a grin. It had to be from John! He sent her a phone so she wouldnt be so alone!

Amaya opened the envelope and squealed. There were five twenty-dollar bills! She could eat out tonight and buy some real groceries. The young woman was feeling giddy with delight. She checked the envelope for a letter and found a small piece of paper. All that was written was Press redial.

The cell phone was a top of the line model. It had a small display screen and a tiny keyboard. Amaya was amazed by how compact the phone was. It could fit easily in a pants pocket. As much as she wanted to believe that it was from John, she had to admit that he couldnt afford a gift like this. It was also too expensive to be a gift from her parents.

Amaya smiled. This was exciting. She had a mystery gift with an equally mysterious instruction for her press redial. It was about time something interesting happened to her at school.

She pressed redial. It rang twice. Each ring made Amayas heart race. The tension was a nice distraction from her growling stomach.

Hello, Amaya a male voice said.

Amaya didnt recognize it. Hello, who is this, please?

You can call me Wesley, the voice said. He was very relaxed with a trace of a southern accent. Congratulations on taking the first step. Im sure that hundred dollars will come in handy. Where do you plan to eat first?

Im sorry, Amaya said. But who are you? And why did you give me so much money?

He laughed. You think that is a lot of money? It is just a small bit of what you can earn. I am something of a gambler, Amaya. Someone in your financial aid department made me aware of the delays you have had and knew I could help. Ive helped out students in the past with my little games and I am willing to help you.

This sounds like a proposition, Amaya said bluntly. She knew she should hang up now but she worried about the hundred dollars she had in her hand. Would she have to give it back? Could they make her give it back?

Oh dont call it that, Wesley said. I dont believe in prostitution or being a sugar-daddy. I like to gamble on human nature. I will request a series of dares and you may quit at any time. If you quit I will never contact you again. On the other hand, play my game, and the reward will increase by a hundred dollars with each dare.

Amaya swallowed hard. That was a lot of money. On the other hand, it felt a bit too surreal. She looked back down at the money and realized that it was real enough for her.

What kind of dares do you have in mind? Amaya asked. This was the important question. She had a bad feeling it might involve eating something gross or jumping off of buildings.

Thats the spirit, Wesley said. Ive been reviewing your file and I think well have quite a lot of fun together. I see that you used to be on the Tennis team in your junior year but you didnt join your senior year. Thats a shame. Tennis players are not only fit but also quite quick on their feet. They make excellent players. Why did you not join your senior year?

Amaya tried to think of a lie. She was too embarrassed to tell him that she found sex with John to be ten times better than running around chasing a bouncing ball. Part of her wanted to tell him in hopes of shocking the mysterious voice but she refrained.

I just wanted more time for my social life, she said. Are these games going to be time-consuming? I do have a heavy class load this year.

Wesley chuckled. I noticed. No, the games wont take long at all. At any time of the day or night, I will call you via this cell phone. If you dont answer, then the game is over and you will never be contacted again. Once you answer, you are mine for an hour. I may give you a command or I might guide you through a series of commands. Fail to complete a task before the hour is up, or flat out right refuse, and the game is over. Play to my satisfaction, and youll receive another cash award. Thats the entire game right there. Any questions?

One question, Amaya said. Are any of these dares going to be illegal?

Never, Wesley said. I prefer to keep my players, not see them go to jail. Where is the fun in that?

Okay, Amaya said. She couldnt believe she was agreeing but it seemed risk-free. She might as well give it a try. Are we playing now?

I like your attitude, Wesley said. Im looking at my watch and Im saying it does start right now. My first game is simple. Dump your backpack out. Youre going to need all the space you can. I want you to take all of your underwear out of your dresser, panties and bras, and stuff them into the bag.

Amaya laughed. Youre out of your mind.

Two hundred dollars say you dont care, Wesley said.

What do you want with my underwear? And what am I going to wear?

Thats not my concern, Wesley said. I would hurry if I were you. Theres more to this game and time is a wasting.

Amaya thought about it. All the bras and panties she owned were kind of old anyway. They was two black panties that John had bought her that she was fond of but other than that, most of them were plain and white. She never could work up the nerve to buy sexy underwear while living with her parents. Amaya also felt amused that some wealthy guy would want them. It seemed perverse but also harmless.

She emptied her backpack and went to work stuffing it. She hated to get rid of her bras. Her generous bust would be a problem without a bra but with a total of three hundred dollars, she could buy herself a few to hold her over. Amaya debated holding on to the black panties because they were a gift but she put them in the bag too. The guilt of cheating was stronger than she would have thought. For some reason, she wanted to earn Wesleys money fairly.

Im all packed, she said.

Good, have your running shoes on?

Yes, Amaya said. Why?

Because youll need to get to the White dorm as fast as possible, Wesley said. Once you are there, hit speed dial 1 and Ill tell you where to go next. Hurry Amaya, Id hate to see you lose so soon.

He hung up. Amayas heart sank. The White building was in the middle of the campus. It had been a year since she did a run of that length.

Amaya ran down the stairs and nearly knocked down two giggling blondes. One of them said something rude but Amaya ignored them. Her heart was already hammering inside her chest.

She ran out of the dorm and down the long hill that her dorm was situated on. Amayas glasses slipped down her nose and she kept pushing them up. It had been a long time since she was on the Tennis team. She didnt know where her sports glasses were anymore. Amaya made a note to herself to find them soon. There was no telling how often Wesley would send her on a run.

The White building seemed like miles away. Amayas lungs burned and her brown hair was bouncing around her shoulders. She was glad she was wearing jeans today because she knew she would never run this fast or freely in a skirt. The backpack was light on her back but the contents weighed on her mind. Amaya kept envisioning the zipper coming undone and sending her underwear flying everywhere.

Amaya shouldered past people and nearly collided with a cute black guy. She gave a quick apology and kept running. Sweat was forming on her skin, forcing her to constantly push her glasses up which only helped blind her to the people she nearly ran over. The young lady had to laugh. She had spent the last few weeks shy and trying not to stand out but here she was making a spectacle of herself for half the campus. She found it a bit freeing.

She reached the White building breathless. Amaya didnt know if she was supposed to be inside or on the lobby so she brought out the phone out of her pocket.

He answered on the first ring. Are you there?

Im outside, she said. You didnt say inside or not.

True, Wesley said. Are you wearing a bra?

Yes, Amaya said. She bit her lip. Was this a trick? Was she going to lose after running out here just because she didnt put the bra she was wearing in the backpack? Amaya had a bad suspicion that she was the butt of a joke.

Good, Wesley said. Remove your bra and put it in the backpack. When you are done, tell me and I will tell you the next step in your race.

Right here? Amaya said. A crowd of boys walked past her and she blushed. The young woman turned and faced the brick wall of the White building.

If you are willing to waste time looking for a bathroom, go right ahead, Wesley said.

He had a point. Amaya thought about it and realized that if this dorm were like hers, then it would need a key just to get past the lobby. She looked around and didnt see a building that she recognized.

Fuck.

Amaya held the phone in the crick of her neck and went to work. First, she set down her backpack and took a deep breath. She hadnt done this since that bus trip in the 11th grade. Amaya turned around so her back was to a wall and reached behind her. She unclasped her bra as fast as she could. A girl walked by and gave her a funny look. Amaya smiled back at her and looked away. She then reached up the sleeves of her shirt and pulled her shoulder straps down. Two guys walked by and gave her a knowing smile that made her blush. Amaya turned around and faced the wall as she pulled her bra through the sleeve of her shirt. Head down and her body shielding the backpack, Amaya stuffed the bra into her bag.

I did it, Amaya reported.

Good for you, Wesley said. There was an enthusiasm in his voice that reminded her of her Tennis coach. Now head to Student Center. You should have gone there for orientation.

I know where it is, Amaya groaned. It was on the far side of the campus from where she was.

The clock is running, Wesley said.

Amaya hung up and started to run. She realized immediately that running braless was going to be a problem. Her busty chest was bouncing like mad beneath her shirt. Amaya used to be proud of her chest because her American fathers genes had gifted her with a nice set in comparison to her moms flat chest. Now she was painfully shy of how much she jiggled as she ran. Every guy she passed did a double take and she got more than a few dirty looks from the women she passed.

There was no denying she was out of shape. The lack of food lately didnt help but Amaya knew that it wasnt completely to blame. Her lungs burned almost as badly as her calves and thighs. Amaya remembered how much pride she used to take in her endurance and health. As an Asian American, she had taken a lot of jokes about being a Tennis Ninja but she knew that was an admittance to her physical ability. Gasping for air on a simple run was proof of how far she had fallen from her former standards.

Amaya slowed down as she reached the Student Center. She bent over and took some deep breaths. The sight that greeted her stunned her. She had been sweating so much, her nipples were as plain as day through her white t-shirt! Amaya had been running with a nearly transparent shirt!

She crossed her arms over her ample chest and called Wesley.

Im here, she said. God, her breathing sounded so loud on the phone. Amaya realized she was doing the stereotypical dirty phone call voice.

Not bad, Wesley said. You are making good time. Are you wearing panties?
Yes, Amaya said. She knew what was coming.

Then head toward the bathroom and remove them, Wesley said. Put them in your bag and call me back for your next destination.

He hung up and Amaya slipped the phone back in her jeans. She was mad that she hadnt seen it coming. Her body had hurt too much and the embarrassment of running braless had distracted her. Amaya didnt hesitate. She headed straight for the womans restrooms.

There were three stalls in the bathroom and all of them were filled. Amaya groaned. Of course they were. It was the afternoon and the Student Center was packed. Time was running out and she was getting exhausted. Could she afford to wait for someone to come out? If the next destination was all the way across campus again, she would need as much time as possible to make it there with her body.

Amaya kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans. She kept her eye on the door and pulled her pants off. Her white panties were soaked with sweat and Amaya wondered if this was the whole point of todays game. Did he just want some sweaty panties? Amaya stopped worrying about it and pulled off her panties. She stuffed them in her backpack and zipped it back up.

A toilet flushed.

Amaya fumbled with her jeans. Her eyes snapped between the restroom door and the doors to the stalls. She had no idea how soon someone would come out of the stalls and she didnt want to be pantless when they did. Amaya pulled her jeans on as fast as she could but she wasnt fast enough. A student came out right as Amaya was pulling her jeans to her ass. The woman just stared at Amaya finished pulling her jeans up and buttoned them. The student looked like she was about to ask a question but instead blushed a bright red. Before Amaya could think of a lie, the woman walked briskly out the door.

That could not be any more embarrassing, Amaya muttered. She put her shoes back on and called Wesley as she tied them.

I did it, she whispered.

That was fast, Wesley said. And a good thing too, you need to run to Perry building.

Where is that? Amaya asked.

Its by the music arts building, beside the cafeteria there.

Amayas eyes widened. That area was filled with people and as sweaty as her shirt was, Amaya wasnt sure she could do it. It was also another long run.

The clock is ticking, Wesley said and he hung up.

Through the doors and out the Student Center, Amaya ran with all her heart. She was cursing as she ran, fully aware of how visible her breasts were under her shirt. When someone gave her a wolf-whistle, Amayas face turned to a crimson blush that spread down her neck.

Amaya also became aware of the problems of running without panties. The denim of her jeans was rubbing her sex as well as rubbing tightly against her ass. She felt naked despite her outer clothes. Every swing of her legs pushed and pulled the denim against her. Amayas desire was building from the constant stimulus and she worried that she might wet her pants with her sex. It was bad enough that she was jiggling so clearly but she would die if people could see how much this was turning her own.

She reached the Perry building and the place was just as crowded as she expected. Amaya slowed down and ignored the stares of the men she passed. Her dark nipples were almost entirely visible against her light shirt. Worse, they were hard from all the friction of the shirt. Amaya herself was getting aroused just from all the stares. It was the first time since she attended college that she felt people were looking at her for her body and not her Asiatic features. Amaya had to admit it was a welcome change.

She took out the phone and hit the speed dial. When Wesley answered on the second ring, she told him she was there. Amaya was surprised to hear him ask someone else if she was.

Is someone watching me? she asked.

Of course, Wesley answered. A game like this requires a little observing to keep everyone honest. According to my source, you are quite the sight. I hope you are not too exhausted.

No, of course not, she lied. Amaya looked around. She saw plenty of people looking at her but she couldnt see anyone with a phone. Amaya felt very self-conscious. It made sense. What would be the point of making her exhausted and sweaty if he didnt get a chance to see her? Amaya knew she should be outraged but all she could really feel was flattered. That, and exhausted.

Are we done? Amaya said. She could barely speak she was gasping so hard.

One last trip, Wesley said. He chuckled when she groaned. Fear not, Amaya. You are doing amazingly well. All you need to go now is back to your dorm and around to the back entrance. Good luck.

Wesley hung up and Amaya snapped her phone shut. Back to her dorm? She was at the furthest possible point away from her dorm and still is on campus. Amaya looked at her watch. She had twenty minutes to get there and she was worn out. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized how impossible that was. That two hundred dollars was as good as gone!

Amaya ran. No matter how hopeless it was, Amaya couldnt find it in herself to give up. Two hundred dollars could easily hold her over till she got her financial aid but that wasnt the only reason she ran. At this point she was angry with herself. If she had stayed on the Tennis Team instead of spending the year fucking John who ran out on her, she would have finished this run by now. Amaya felt like she had failed herself and she wasnt going to let some pervert who wanted her sweaty underwear beat her. Amaya ran harder than she had all day long.

That state of her appearance was beyond indecent now. Her shoulder-length brown hair was plastered to her scalp and neck. Sweat was pouring so hard from her that she could feel it trickling between her buttocks. Her breasts ached from slapping constantly against her chest and her wet shirt was molding against her breasts. The glares of the women she passed were as embarrassing as the appreciative stares of the men. Amaya just prayed she didnt run into any teachers.

A group of bicyclers cut her off at one point and Amaya nearly screamed at the delay. At another point, Amayas glasses slid completely off her nose and it was only through a miraculous catch that she prevented them from hitting the ground. One group of women walking in a long wide line stopped Amaya completely until she literally pushed her way past the chatting girls. They yelled abuses at Amaya but she kept running.

Somehow, Amaya made it to her dorm. A block away, she was reduced to walking but she still had seven minutes left. Amaya limped to the dorm and giggled with the elation of winning. An older student shook her head at Amayas clothes but the young Asian didnt mind. She was going to win after all!

She got to the steps and looked around. Amaya began to wonder how she going to be paid. Exhausted but thrilled to have won, she called Wesley.

Congratulations, he said when he answered it. Now all you have to do is set your backpack down and walk straight forward into the bushes.

Amaya did as he said, feeling very weird at leaving her underwear on the steps. She wondered if it could be traced to her. Was it even a crime to leave a backpack of underwear? It would certainly be an odd thing to be expelled over.

She walked forward into the bushes that Wesley had specified. Amaya wondered if this was where Wesley was. An ugly thought occurred to her. What if the whole point of the game was to exhaust her so that he could attack her? Her heart began to pound again as she considered it. If he expected her to be easy, he was sadly mistaken. After humiliating herself for an hour, she would kick his ass if he tried to hurt her now.

In the bushes was a black backpack. Amaya was impressed. It was much more expensive than anything she could afford. Amaya told Wesley about it and he instructed her to open the side pocket. There were twenty ten-dollar bills.

Yes, Amaya hissed and Wesley laughed.

Take the backpack, its yours, he said. Go back inside and leave your old backpack where it is.

Fine, Amaya said. Wow, thanks.

No problem, Wesley said. I would recommend eating at Peking Garden, its just two blocks down Second Street. They have a buffet and after your fast, I imagine you would want to eat as much as you can.

Thanks, Amaya said. She still couldnt believe she was three hundred dollars richer. It was embarrassing how much of a fortune it seemed.

Wait, one question, Amaya said. Will all the games be this hard?

Wesley laughed. Well see.

He hung up.

Amaya slung the backpack on her shoulder and went into her dorm. She still had reservations about leaving her old bag there but she wasnt about to break the rules now. The young woman was feeling a kind of high that she hadnt felt since winning a tennis match. It made the ache in her limbs only seem inconvenient.

Her unexpected victory today had another effect: it made Amaya incredibly aroused. Despite her bad shape, she had still won! It was the first really good thing that had happened to her since starting college and the best thing was, she had earned it all herself. She was feeling so turned on and excited, the adrenaline racing straight to her libido.

Amaya went to her dorm room and shut the door. Helen still wasnt there and Amaya was relieved. She quickly stripped out of her wet shirt and put on a much darker shirt. Her nipples were aching and Amaya moaned as she felt the dry shirt slid over them. She hadnt been this aroused since the last time she had sex with John.

When Amaya pulled down her pants, she was amazed at how wet she was. She touched herself and shuddered. Sensitive to the slightest touch, her pussy felt terribly empty. Standing in front of her dresser, Amaya stroked herself once.

She stroked herself twice and wondered what kind of a man Wesley was.

Amaya stroked herself and wondered what he would do with her sweaty panties and bra.

Amaya stroked herself and wondered if any of the guys who saw her today was thinking of her now.

She had a climax within a minute of stroking. Amaya cried out before remembering how thin the walls were. She bit her lip and kept stroking. She had another climax was almost instantly.

And another.

And another.

Amaya pulled up her pants and sat down on her bed with the reddest blush. She prayed that Helen wouldnt walk in right now. The room smelled of sex and sweat and Amaya knew she wouldnt be able to deny masturbating. She opened a window and turned on the fan and hoped the smell would fade.

The backpack caught her eye and she wondered about the trade she made. She picked it up to examine it and found a startling surprise inside. The backpack was stuffed with bras and panties of multiple colors.

Amaya looked in amazement as she pulled out a rainbow of bras. The bras were in different sizes, an equal amount that centered around a C-cup. About ten of them fit her and Amaya realized Wesley must have guessed her size. Amaya felt a guilty pleasure in finally owning the colored underwear that she had always wanted as well as the decadent manner in which she earned them.

She examined the panties next and noticed something right away. They were all thongs. Purple, green, black, blue, pink and white; they were all thongs.

Amaya tried a green one on and moaned as the tight string slipped between her buttocks. The thong was tight and every time she took a step, the thong pressed against her sex. Amaya was still sensitive from her masturbating but in a good way. She took a few steps and shivered. The thongs were hedonistic and were going to be distracting but Amaya was looking forward to the adventure.

Her stomach growled and Amaya smiled. It was time to collect her real reward. Amaya wondered if Wesley would be at the restaurant he recommended. Perhaps the mystery man was waiting for her.

She decided to find out.



Part 2

Amaya woke from a strange dream and turned off her alarm. Helen hadnt budged from her bed. Amaya took a moment to wake up and realized that this was the first morning in weeks that she didnt have to have crackers for breakfast. That was when she remembered everything that had happened yesterday.

When she rolled out of bed, she felt her thong tug on her pubic hair. For a brief second she wondered if her memories of yesterday had been a dream but the thong dispelled that idea. While waiting for her financial aid, Amaya had dreamed of receiving her money almost every night. The disappointment that accompanied waking up had become a habit. Now, as Amaya dug into the take-out box of refried rice that was left over from last night, she realized that she didnt have to wake up disappointed ever again.

On the other hand, there was the disappointment of last night. Amaya had gone to the restaurant that Wesley had recommended but she didnt see him. Well, she couldnt even be sure of that. She saw one handsome guy sitting alone at a table but he never looked at her. Amaya kept waiting for Wesley to appear and come to her table but after a half-hour, she had to admit she wasnt coming. At least the food was good.

She selected a purple bra to wear today along with a black Sailor Moon t-shirt. Amaya picked the shirt in case Wesley had her getting sweaty again. The thong tugged against her sex and she was surprised to find herself already wet. She briefly wondered if Wesley would make her get sweaty on a more intimate level.

Amayas eyes widened as she realized where her thoughts were headed. It was foolish of her. All she knew of Wesley was that he was willing to give starving co-eds money in exchange for their underwear. She remembered how he knew she used to be in the tennis squad, which meant he had done some research on her. All of Amayas common sense told her that Wesley was a stalker at the very least if not something meaner and potentially nastier.

But he had such a nice voice, Amaya whispered in the early morning. He did have a nice voice. Deep, kind and just a little Southern, Amaya had warmed up to him instantly despite his strange commands. He was encouraging and he didnt gloat at having her do things. Amaya felt like he was pulling for her, even though he was the one setting the game.

God, I must be lonely, Amaya said. She reminded herself that this was just a game and that she was going to quit as soon as it got weird or dangerous. Three hundred dollars was enough to carry her till her check came in. There was no need to get any more involved than she was with this stranger.

Amaya headed to the showers and tried to put Wesley in the back of her mind. All the money he could offer wasnt as important as getting her mind back onto her classes. She reasoned that he might not even call today, he certainly didnt specify.

Amaya took the cell phone to the shower anyway, just in case.

The classes dragged that day. Amaya was usually an excellent student but she found her attention wondering. Professors talked but Amaya didnt hear what they were saying. Each professor was a possible suspect for the mysterious Wesley. Was it Professor Gering who always called on her first? Could it be Professor Rendell who had the same accent as Wesley? Amaya watched each one carefully but couldnt find any clue that they might be her benefactor.

The thong was another sweet distraction. Amaya didnt know how women wore them everyday. For her, the thongs constant tugging of between her buttocks and the tight pull against her pubic hair was like foreplay. By her second class, Amaya was squirming in her chair and fighting the urge to slip a finger between her thighs.

All day long she kept the cell phone on her hip but it never rang. Amaya was tempted to call Wesley herself but she didnt know if it was allowed. She was too afraid of jinxing the game to try.

Amaya hated how badly she wanted him to call. She knew that it was her fault. Most of her friends had gone to State but her scholarship was from here. Amaya had entered this college without friends and despite what popular television would have you believe, making friends in college was not easy. Most students assumed she was a foreign exchange student and treated her more like a curiosity than a person.

She had lunch at McDonalds just because she could afford it. French fries never tasted so good. As a child, Amaya had horrified her mother with her preference for chicken nuggets. Now with a purse full of money that she had earned, Amaya ordered a twenty pack just so she would have more than she could possibly eat.

When her classes were over, Amaya headed back to her dorm. She had high hopes for what might be in her mailbox. It could be another package. It could be a mailed request to start her on another game. Amaya checked her mailbox and sighed when she didnt see anything from Wesley.

It was halfway up the stairs that she realized that there wasnt a financial aid check either.

Helen was folding clothes in their room when Amaya arrived. They didnt say anything to each other. Helen was a blonde that was half Amayas weight. They had tried talking the first week of college but it was doomed to failure. Helen was an ex-cheerleader with a hobby of underage drinking while Amaya was still a book-reader who abstained from alcohol. Those differences were enough to keep them strangers. Helen also had arrived at college with a steady check from her parents while Amaya scrapped by. Helen never offered to lend Amaya money and Amaya suspected that Helen felt guilty about it. Not guilty enough to actually offer anything, but guilty enough to avoid Amaya in case the Asian ever made an issue of it.

Amaya ignored Helen and tried to read a book she borrowed from the library. Helen looked at her reading and rolled her eyes before returning to her clothes. Amaya smirked. She wanted to tell Helen about the adventure she had yesterday just to show the arrogant blonde that Amaya lived an interesting life. Amaya was tempted to show Helen her new underwear, just to dispel Helens preconceptions and see the look in her face.

In the end Amaya didnt do anything but read.

The phone rang and Amaya groaned when she realized it was the dorm phone, not her cell phone. She didnt bother to answer it. It was for Helen, it always was.

Helen talked with one of her girlfriends long enough to arrange another gathering. It was only Tuesday but there was already a party for the night. Amaya wasnt sure if she felt scorn or jealousy. There really was a hedonistic college lifestyle but Amaya hadnt made up her mind on whether she wanted to be a part of it. It seemed so pointless and yet ten times better than sitting in this room all night again. What Amaya really wanted was the chance to choose.

The next best thing to going somewhere happened when Helen left for her party. At least now the quiet hostility was gone. Amaya, still flush with her sudden wealth, debated ordering a pizza.

The phone rang.

Not the dorm phone, her phone.

She couldnt speak at first but Wesley could.

Hello Amaya, enjoying the evening?

Yes, Amaya answered. She wanted to say that she was now, but she couldnt be that forward.

Where are you now? Wesley asked.

In my room, Amaya said. My roommate just left for the night.

Amaya blushed. Why had she added that? She reminded herself that she didnt know this guy and her hands clenched as she promised to behave.

Im glad she did, Wesley said. Yesterday was a game of fitness but today I will be more intellectual. Im going to ask you some questions. If you cant answer them, then the game is over. Answer all of them and youll get your three hundred dollars.

Questions? Like a trivia quiz? Amaya said. She got very nervous. What if she just wasnt smart enough? Being out of shape was embarrassing but she hated to think she could lose the money just from not being smart enough.

Wesley laughed. Yes, it is a quiz of sorts, but not trivia. You know the answer to every question Ill ask. You also have the option of passing on a question, but there will be a penalty. Refuse the penalty and the game is over. Understand?

I think so.

Good, then the first question is this, what is your favorite color?

Amaya relaxed. She could do this. Purple, she said. She stopped herself in time from answering like the bra Im wearing now.

What was the best thing you ate last night?

The sesame chicken, Amaya said. God, I ate too much of that.

Im sure you needed it, Wesley said. Next question, how do you like your roommate?

It was Amayas turn to laugh. I dont. All she does is drink and hang out with her friends. She is like one of those bimbos that you see on TV but dont actually believe exists. Well, she does.

There are a lot of them here, Wesley said. Next question, who was your first sexual partner?

Amaya swallowed hard. That was unexpected and out of the blue. She didnt know what to say at first.

Are you declining to answer? Wesley asked.

I think so, Amaya said. She knew she was being foolish. Who cares if Wesley knows it was John? Amaya was just too shocked to be open right now. Plus, she was a little curious to see what the penalty might be.

Then Im going to have to ask you to go to your window. Do you have the shade pulled?

No, its open, Amaya said. She looked out the window, curious if Wesley was watching. The dorm was shaped like an H and Amayas window faced another section of the building. There were several guys sitting in their rooms, but none of them were on phones or looking at her.

Good, just stand at your window then for now. Next question, what kind of music do you listen to?

Dont tell any one, but I have the biggest crush on Sheryl Crow, Amaya said. My mom keeps pestering me to try out her classical favorites but I just love anything Sheryl does.

A woman needs her own favorites, Wesley agreed. Does your mother have a lot of opinions on what you like?

She used to, Amaya said. It's weird. Once I graduated High School, she sort of lost interest. She didnt even help me pack for college. I think she considers me a grown-up now.

Do you miss her? Wesley asked.

Yeah, Amaya said. Now his earlier question about sexual partners didnt seem so bad compared to now. Mercifully, Wesley changed the subject.

What is your shoe size?

Amaya told him. She also told him her dress size, her bra size and her favorite nail polish color (peach) without hesitation. It was far better than talking about her mom.

Have you ever performed oral sex on a man? Wesley asked.

The bluntness of the question surprised her but she recovered. Yes, she said.

Swallow or spit?

Amaya blushed. Spit at first, but I hated seeing the look on his face. He always got so disappointed. I tried swallowing, and it wasnt too bad.

I bet he appreciated that, Wesley said.

Amaya blushed deeper. He would have married me that night if he could.

Wesley chuckled. Are you seeing anyone now?

No, Amaya said. Her heart was racing. I guess technically Im still seeing my boyfriend, John, but he is in Georgia and I havent heard from him.

Hard to be a couple with that kind of distance, Wesley said. If he called tonight, would you forgive him?

Amaya felt a lump in her throat. She would. She knew she would but she didnt want to admit it, not to Wesley or herself. Amaya said nothing.

I am assuming that you are declining, right?

I rather not say, Amaya said. She didnt want to lie. For some reason, that was very important.

Then I will have to ask you to take off your shirt, Wesley ordered.

In front of the window? Amaya said.

Of course, Wesley said. You are wearing a bra, right?

Yes, but, Amaya said before stopping. It was his game and his rules. She didnt want it to end so soon. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her shirt over her head. The shirt snagged on her glasses and she felt foolish for forgetting to them off first. By the time she tossed her shirt to her bed, she was blushing from her mistake before she realized her she was in her purple bra standing at her window where any one can see.

I did it, Amaya said.

Very good, Wesley said. Next question, what is your favorite movie?

Pride and Prejudice, Amaya said. The A&E mini-series.

Who is your favorite living author?

Kim Newman, Amaya said. Oh shit!

Whats the matter? Wesley said. There was concern in his voice and Amaya smiled briefly before explaining.

Theres a room across from me with two guys and they are staring right at me! Oh god, I am so embarrassed!

Dont be, Wesley said. You are a lovely lady and they are getting a visual treat.

What if they report me? Amaya asked.

Wesley laughed. You dont know boys very well. Trust me, getting you in any sort of trouble that stops your behavior is the last thing they would do. What are they doing?

Just staring. Wait, one of them waved.

Dont wave back, Wesley said. Just keep talking on the phone like you havent seen them. If you wave, then you start an exchange. Are you nervous?

Is that a question? she joked. Yeah, I am.

Is it turning you on?

Amaya almost didnt answer but she realized what his next requirement would be. Yes, she confessed.

How many boyfriends have you had?

Just one, Amaya said.

Thats unbelievable, Wesley said. You are very attractive and intelligent. Are you holding off on dating for some reason?

Not by choice, Amaya said. The two guys were still staring at her. She crossed her arm over her bra but she couldnt hide her massive breasts without looking like she was covering herself. Amaya just couldnt believe they were staring at her. She wasnt thin like Helen or posing. She was just shirtless but yet they seem to be fascinated by her.

Do you do any kind of art or writing? Wesley asked.

I draw, Amaya said. I havent painted since coming here though. I dont have the supplies right now and I doubt Helen could let me draw without saying something.

Have you ever drawn nudes? Wesley asked.

Amaya blushed. Yes.

Anyone in particular?

My boyfriend, John, she said. I asked him to pose for me once. He couldnt sit still.

Was he erect when you drew him?

Amaya blushed deeper. Yes. Very.

Did you enjoy playing yesterday? Wesley asked.

Yes, I really need that money, Amaya said.

Wesley laughed. I knew that. I was asking if you enjoyed the game. Running from place to place, stripping part way through, and knowing how exposed you were, did you enjoy that?

Im not sure, Amaya said. She looked across and saw that there were three guys now in the same room. Did they go get a buddy?

Why arent you sure? Wesley asked.

It was humiliating to run braless like that but . . .

But you liked having guys look at you, right?

Amaya knew better than to deny it. Yes. It was flattering.

Did it turn you on?

Yes, Amaya confessed.

Did you masturbate last night? Wesley said.

Amaya forgot about the staring boys and closed her eyes. She had masturbated. Several times and each time had been bliss. All she had to do was say it but she couldnt bring herself to admit how much yesterday had aroused her.

Pass, Amaya said, not caring about the consequences.

Then I must ask you to take off your bra, Wesley said.

I know, Amaya said.

She summoned the courage. The boys were looking at her and Amaya knew this would drive them wild. Her heart beat faster and her thighs were tingling. Amaya knew deep down that she wanted to do this and that humiliated her even more. Without thinking about it any more, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She dropped it on the desk beside her and lowered her eyes so she shouldnt have to see the boys.

Amaya couldnt ignore how hard and dark her nipples were.

Have you ever had anal sex? Wesley asked.

No, but John wanted to, Amaya said. It was funny how she had no problem telling him these things now. He said it would be a better form of birth control. I told him to find someone elses ass to fuck.

Wesley laughed. Anal can be humiliating if not done right. Tell me, what are the boys doing now?

Amaya peeked. Oh God, theres at least six of them now! Im going to have the whole floor staring at me!

Is the three hundred worth it to you? Wesley asked.

No, yes, Im not sure, Amaya said. She hoped he wouldnt ask her to explain. Amaya didnt know if she could.

He didnt.

Do you want to cover up?

Yes! Amaya said.

Do you want to quit the game now? Wesley said.

No! she said with just as much conviction.

Very good, Wesley said. Have you gone grocery shopping yet?

No. Helen has a very small fridge that she also fills most of it with beer. I was thinking about renting a fridge like hers before buying any groceries.

Good plan, Wesley said. Doing anything tonight?

Amaya gulped. Ive got nothing planned, she said. Amaya hoped Wesley couldnt tell how much of a bait that was. She wasnt sure what she would do if he did offer something.

Are you wet right now? Wesley asked.

She didnt even hesitate. Yes.

Are you going to masturbate tonight?

Yes, Amaya said. There was no doubt of that; no need to lie or deny it.

Would you masturbate right now if I asked you to? Wesley asked.

Would I have to to stay in the game? Amaya asked.

No, Im just asking if you would.

Amaya stalled. I rather not, she said. She frowned and stomped her foot. Her breasts jiggled from her stomp and she was sure the boys across the way got an eyeful but she didnt care. Amaya was mad at herself for turning Wesley down before he had really officially asked.

Wesley chuckled. Thats okay. In fact, that was the last of my questions. You can pull your shade down now.

He didnt have to tell her twice. Amaya quickly pulled down the shade. She noticed however, that the boys across from her had swollen to about a dozen.

Congratulations, Amaya, Wesley said. You performed quite well. I am very pleased with how open and fair you were. You have played the game with flair.

Thank you, Amaya said. She almost tried to engage him in more conversation. She wasnt quite ready for him to go just yet.

If you will look outside your door, youll find your reward. Until next time, good-bye.

He hung up. Amaya bit her lip and sighed. That didnt quite go the way she wanted. She had hoped for some clue as to what he wanted out of her but instead, he had just tested her again. Amayas thighs ached with another need that she wasnt willing to put into words.

She remembered what he said about her reward and was halfway to the door before she realized she was still topless. Amaya put her shirt back on and groaned as the thick cloth rubbed her hard nipples. Frustrated and excited, she cautiously opened her door.

Sitting in front of her door was another package. This one was bigger than the one that held her cell phone. Written in a flowing scrip was her name.

Amaya looked both ways down the hall but she saw no one. Could Wesley have left it himself? She discounted the idea. The floors that the women lived on were forbidden to men. It was possible for him to get here, but not likely.

She sat the package on her bed and opened it. A red envelope was inside and Amaya quickly opened it. There was no note, but there was three hundred dollars in twenties. Amayas fingers shook as she counted them. She wouldnt need a fridge now, she could just eat out every night!

Amaya saw a white box inside the package and pulled it out. She blushed as she opened the box. Sitting in a sealed plastic bag was a pretty six-inch purple vibrator. It looked just big enough to be comfortable. Amaya tore it out of the plastic wrapping and touched it. It was made of a gel-like substance and was very flexible. The rest of the box was six sets of batteries and a simple note. The note read Keep the vibrator with you always. Also, be outside the student theater at noon tomorrow.

That answers one question, Amaya said. A vibrator was a very clear statement of intent. Amaya was relieved because it meant Wesley had sexual designs on her that went past just exhibitionism. Amaya was also nervous because she still didnt know a thing about him. She was excited and anxious to the point that she didnt care what happened next as long as something did.

Amaya slipped two batteries into the vibrator and turned it on. It had an adjustable dial that ranged from slight tingle to numbing. She ran it along her thigh and moaned as the sensation swept through her.

She wanted to use it. She wanted it inside her right now. She had never touched a vibrator before much less owned one and Amaya was dying to use it.

She didnt. It was tempting but she couldnt bring herself to. It was from Wesley and it was one thing to take his money and to wear his clothes but it was another to use his sex toys. Some last bit of resistance was inside her and it brought tears to the lonely girls eyes. She knew if she used his toy, then she was committing herself to him. It wasnt something she just couldnt do yet.

The note bothered her too. The student theater was near by but the fact that he told her what time to be there nagged at her. He obviously wanted as much of her hour as possible. Considering how much of his games had centered on exposing herself, the idea of a theater terrified her. Amaya realized she might be reaching the end of her limits and that saddened her. As much as Wesley intimidated her, she didnt want to stop so soon.

Amaya read her book and did her homework with a dedication that came from frustration. She went down stairs to the cafeteria that was located in the basement of her dorm and had a little of everything. When she was done, she went back to her room and did some extra homework before she went to bed.

In the middle of the night, she awoke to the ringing of the phone. Amayas first thought was that she hoped it was Wesley. She was disappointed when she realized it was not the cell phone but the room phone. It kept ringing and Amaya got up to answer it. She was surprised to hear Helens voice.

Amaya, Im sorry to wake you, Helen said.

Amaya became worried. Helen was never sorry for anything.

Where are you? Amaya asked.

I forgot my keys and Im in the lobby, Helen said. Can you come down and let me in?

Amaya closed her eyes and let out a breath. Helen was slurring every word. It was more likely that Helen had her keys but was too drunk to find them.

Yeah, Ill be right down, Amaya said.

She threw on some clothes and headed down the stairs. The dorm was eerie and quiet at three in the morning. Amaya found it hard to believe there were actually people sleeping in their rooms. The place seemed deserted and abandoned.

Amaya walked into the lobby and saw Helen standing at the door with some blonde guy. The guy looked more wasted than Helen. When she opened the locked door, she was alarmed to see the guy follow in behind Helen.

Where is he going? Amaya asked.

To our room, Helen said. Look at him. He lives in Verner, theres no way hell be able to make that walk in his condition.

No, Amaya said. We cant let him in our room. Its against the rules!

The blonde guy snorted with laughter. Helen punched him.

Look, Amaya, Helen said slowly. This is my boyfriend, Rick. He wont come anywhere near you. If we get caught, Ill say I snuck him in and you didnt know about him. God, dont be such a prude.

Amaya flinched at being called a prude. She wanted to tell Helen about her striptease earlier just to see the look on her face. Amaya looked at Rick and saw that he was pretty harmless. She doubted he could walk up the stairs by himself. As much as Amaya knew she shouldnt agree, part of her wanted to prove to Helen that she wasnt the prude that Helen thought she was.

Fine, Amaya said.

It Helen ten minutes to get Rick up the stairs. Amaya went ahead and unlocked their dorm room. She didnt want to be seen with the couple. Helen pushed Rick onto her bed and crawled in with him. Neither of them took of their shoes.

Thanks, Helen said.

Amaya turned out the light and went back to bed. Her mind wouldnt let her sleep. She was upset with herself for letting Helen bring her boyfriend up here but she didnt feel like she was without guilt herself. How could she criticize Helen when just a few hours ago she had stripped and stood at the window at the request of a stranger? Amaya felt like a hypocrite but at the same time, she knew that what she did was different. Helen was a drunk making bad choices. Amaya made her choices of her own free will. She didnt know which was worse.

Across the small room, Helen and Rick started to fuck. Amaya didnt see or hear them start but she could see them going at it now. The dorm was equipped with huge lights that kept the outside very well lit. This was nice and safe but the rooms inside were equipped with thin shades that did nothing to keep out the lights. At night, the room was bathed in a dim orange that resembled a night-light. Even without her glasses Amaya could clearly see that Rick was on top and that the sheets were slipping down his back. She watched with fascination as Rick thrust into Helen with a mechanical rhythm that was hypnotic. The sheets were still covering where they joined but the sheets couldnt cover the noise. The wet sound of sex filled the room.

Amaya moaned. At first she was pissed that they were having sex with her in the room but now it she was just jealous. God, she missed John. No, she missed fucking John. Amaya felt lonely, aroused and outraged at the same time.

She watched for a few more minutes before making up her mind. Silently, Amaya reached for her backpack that she had set by her bed. She worried that they might hear the zipper but they were making too much noise. Rick was grunting now and Helen was making small whimpers. Amaya pulled out the vibrator and quickly pulled it under her sheets.

It was tricky to pull down her thong without making the bed creak but she did it. Amaya paused when she heard the two whisper. They had stopped fucking and from what Amaya could hear, they were debating on whether they should continue. She wanted to scream at them to continue but instead she kept quiet.

Rick and Helen started to fuck again. Amaya smiled and pushed the vibrator down between her legs. She didnt have the courage to turn it on; she just wanted that girth inside her. Amaya knew she was wet but she was amazed by how easily the vibrator slid inside her. She pushed the vibrator in completely and shuddered as it filled her. Laying almost perfectly still, Amaya began to fuck herself.

Amaya watched as Helen rolled on top of Rick. The blonde was topless now and the orange light illuminated Ricks hands on her small breasts. Amaya reached for her own breasts, mauling her nipples like John used to. She continued to pump her pussy with the vibrator as she watched Helen ride her boyfriend. Amaya imagined herself riding Rick and sometimes John.

She bit down hard on her lip as her first climax hit her. Amaya wanted to moan and scream but she kept quiet. She didnt want Helen and Rick to stop. They were getting louder as they approached their own orgasm and Amaya felt like she was in an orgy with them. Amaya wanted them to climax, fuck and climax again so she could ride their sounds.

Amaya thought of Wesley and this time she did moan. What would he think about her right now? Would he like to hear Rick and Helen or would he want to hear her? If he called right now, Amaya knew she would let him hear her masturbate. She would give him a narration if he wanted it. Amaya was so aroused; her earlier inhibitions just seemed silly. She wanted Wesley right now and not just on the phone. He needed to be inside her, fucking and riding her as they watched the other couple.

She had another climax just thinking about it. Amaya gasped and choked back a whimper just in time. Rick and Helen had paused to roll back over again. Amaya laid still as they looked over at her, but her pussy clenched her vibrator in spasms.

Rick humped Helen again and now the sheets were down to their knees. Amaya couldnt see his cock but she did see Helens legs wrapped around his buttocks, pulling Rick deeper in. Rick was about to come and Amaya smiled as his groan filled the room.

They stopped fucking when Rick came. Amaya was terribly disappointed. She kept masturbating as Helen and Rick quietly cleaned themselves up. Somehow, Amaya knew that sex with Wesley wouldnt be over so quick. She came twice more before finally putting the vibrator back in her backpack. The couple was already beginning to snore.

Amaya rolled over with a big smile on her face. Tomorrow might bring the last game with Wesley but for now, she was fucked and satisfied. The thought that she might have had better sex than Helen delighted her until she fell asleep.



Part 3

Rick and Helen were still asleep when Amaya woke up. They were still asleep when she returned from the showers so Amaya grabbed some clothes and got dressed quickly. She wasnt crazy about dressing with Rick in the room but what could she do? As Amaya thought about it, she realized it wasnt any worse than when she stripped by the window. At least here she wasnt posing for him.

She went downstairs and sought out the cafeteria. Their morning selection was dismal but Amaya was still excited about actually having money. Once again she got a little of everything so she could sample it all. Weeks of crackers and peanut butter had deprived her of the simple joys of life like orange juice and butter. Amaya felt like a pig loading up her tray but only briefly. She was enjoying eating too much to care.

Shortly after sitting down, a guy stopped at her table. Amaya was too stunned to hear what he said at first and she had to ask him to repeat himself.

Do you mind if I join you? he said. I saw you eating alone and I thought no one should face food this bad alone.

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Amaya couldnt believe her eyes and ears. He was tall, neat and had the best blue eyes. A sense of humor that didnt involve breasts was enough to win her but good-looking too?

Please do, she said. My name is Amaya.

He sat down across from her. Mine is Chris. Is this your first year?

Is it that obvious? Amaya asked.

Chris laughed. No, other than the fact that youre eating here. I mean Im only eating here because I hate myself.

Amaya smiled. I dont hate myself yet, but I might if I have to finish this bagel.

Now Im supposed to ask your major, Chris said. Im not sure why, but everyone asks me five minutes into a conversation. It might be a law.

I noticed that too! Amaya said. I think its just a way to ask people questions that they are used to. For the record, I havent picked a major yet. I thought I would do my basic two years and then swing into what interests me.

Good for you, Chris said. Me, Ive sold my soul to the theater.

Amayas heart jumped. The theater? Was he Wesley? He did have a soft southern accent but then so did have the people here. A theater major would be appropriate for dramatic aspects of her benefactor. Looking at Chris, Amaya realized that she wouldnt mind if it was he. She blushed as her x-rated thoughts.

Youve turned all pink, Chris said. Are you allergic to the theater?

She shook her head. Sorry, you just reminded me of friends that I miss. They went to state to be theater majors.

Amaya was ashamed of how easily she had lied. What was she going to say? That he might be the guy slipping her money and vibrators?

Her explanation seemed to satisfy Chris and she felt really guilty when a look of concern came over his face.

I know the feeling, Chris said. Most of my friends went to State too. Heck, all of them did. But I figured out what the cure was for missing your old friends. You got to go out and make new ones.

Amaya chuckled bitterly. Fat chance of that. My roommate and I dont get along. My lab partners in biology wont even talk to each other. The only person I do talk to is on the phone.

She cut herself off as soon as she said that. Amaya hadnt meant to mention Wesley but there it was. On the other hand, maybe that would be Chriss clue to own up to being her mystery man.

He didnt.

I know what your problem is, Chris said. Youve been spending too much time missing friends and not enough time having fun. Youre being overwhelmed by your boredom and need to get somewhere. I know we just meet, but how about we get your mind off things this Friday night? How about dinner and a movie? Dont even think of it as a date, just two people spending time outside of their rooms.

Amaya frowned, smiled and frowned again. The look on Chris's was just as confusing as he tried to follow her emotions. Amaya hadnt expected to be asked out! She was equally delighted and perplexed. Was he just feeling sorry for her? Or maybe the cafeteria was a place for people to hook up and no ever told her?

Yes, that would be great, Amaya said. Part of her was hesitant; she didnt really know this guy at all. He was cute and funny, but he could also be a psycho. Amaya knew she shouldnt be agreeing to a date after five minutes of conversation but the idea of spending another Friday night reading was too much to escape.

Then again, she stripped for Wesley and gave him her underwear without ever seeing his face.

After accepting, Amaya talked for another blissful twenty minutes with Chris. She noticed that he relaxed a lot once she agreed to the date. His whole body relaxed and Amaya was startled to realize that she actually had made him nervous. Did a handsome guy like him really expect her to say no?

They discussed the movies that were playing and agreed to see anything except a movie about teenagers. Chris told a joke about how movie studios pick scripts that had Amaya choking on her pancakes. She hadnt laughed that hard since coming to school and it felt good. Laughing had lifted a huge weight from her that she didnt even know she had. Amaya listened to his other jokes and soaked in the good humor.

Amaya wanted to stay for another hour but she had morning classes. They agreed to meet in the lobby at six tonight and to finalize their plans then. Chris stood up when Amaya did and she found this rare act of chivalry charming. It was also unsettling. Would he be so chivalrous if he knew she was carrying a vibrator in her backpack?

The classes couldnt go fast enough. Amaya half-listened to lectures and rarely took notes. How could she? Wesley had given her a time and a place to be as well as a vibrator. Amaya knew the next dare would be intense enough to warrant four hundred dollars and Amaya had a feeling she might have to finally decline. The entire experience had been exhilarating but she always knew there would be a time when Wesley would ask for too much. Amaya also knew that today might not be that day, which is why the day seemed to take so long. She was in a rush to see if this was the end after all.

Noon came and Amaya headed for the theater. She got there five minutes early and waited. Part of her wondered if Wesley was going to arrive in person. The idea excited her. She kept fidgeting as she waited for her thong was tight and wet against her sex.

When the school clock tower chimed at noon, Amayas phone rang.

Hello Amaya, are you at the theater? Wesley said.

Yes, Amaya said.

Then listen very carefully, Wesley instructed. Walk around to the side that faces the parking lot. There should be a door that is propped open by a box. Go on in and turn right until you see a flight of stairs. Once you are up the stairs, call me back. Repeat it back to me.

Amaya did and when Wesley was sure that she understood, he hung up. She put the phone in her pocket and headed around the theater. Her pulse raced with every step and when she saw the open door, she had to pause to catch her breath. There were signs on the door that warned against being left open and Amaya felt a twinge of guilt. Was Wesley asking her to do something illegal? She steeled herself and walked in.

Inside the theater was jammed with students. Amaya smirked as she realized that not one of them seemed bothered by the open door. She relaxed and turned right. The stairs were a good distance away but none of the students stopped her or questioned why she was there. The stairs themselves were roped off but Amaya stepped over the rope without hesitation. She half-expected someone to complain but again they ignored her.

The second floor was dark and quiet. Amaya questioned the wisdom of coming here, especially since she really didnt know Wesley. What if this was some kind of trap? Shaking a little, she called him.

Im up the stairs, Amaya said.

Good, turn left and go to the fourth door, Wesley said.

Im here, Amaya said when she was in front of it.

Go in, it should be unlocked, Wesley said.

Amaya opened the door and didnt like how dark it was. She had a sudden suspicion that he was in there waiting for her. Cautiously she went in and found a light switch. It was an empty dressing room. Amaya felt relieved and then a little disappointed. He wasnt here after all.

Lock the door behind you, Wesley said. And take a look around.

The door had a solid lock that looked brand new. Amaya locked it and checked it twice before examining the dressing room. It looked like the kind of place you would see in a movie about actresses. A vanity table dominated the room, complete with a mirror encircled by light bulbs. Several gowns hung from dummies and a comfortable looking couch lined the far wall.

Amaya approached the vanity table and looked at the chair in front of it. The chair was plush with a soft leather seat. The tabletop was almost bare except for a box and a set of headphones but the light bulb surrounded mirror made Amaya feel glamorous. The box was plugged into an outlet. Amaya almost opened it but decided against it. She asked Wesley what he wanted her to do now.

First, I would like you to take off your shirt and pants in front of the mirror, Wesley said.

She looked at the mirror suspiciously. Was there a camera? A shiver of excitement went down her spine. How could Amaya know for sure? She liked the idea of Wesley watching her so she took off her shirt in a slow dramatic fashion. Her pants came off just as slowly and she took care to wiggle her hips as the pants slid down.

Theyre off, she whispered into the phone.

Good, what color are your panties and bra today?

Amaya concealed her disappointment. Apparently he wasnt watching her after all. Theyre both blue. Dark blue.

Sounds lovely, Wesley said. Plug in the headset to your phone and set the phone down on the table. I want to be able to talk to you while your hands are free.

A thrill ran through Amaya. He wanted her hands free? That single sentence made Amaya very moist between her thighs. She plugged in the headset and put it on. The sound quality was amazing.

Do you see the box on the table? Open it but be careful, the inside will be hot.

The box opened to reveal a heating apparatus. A bottle was sitting inside, filled with a yellow liquid. Amaya took out the bottle as Wesley instructed and opened it. The smell of something exotic filled the room.

Wow, what is this? Amaya said. The aroma was thick and sweet.

Im glad you like it. Its one of my favorite smells. Pour a little into your hand and rub it into your arms.

Amaya did as he commanded. The lotion was thick and warm in her fingers. Amaya massaged her left arm and moaned as the hot liquid melted into her skin.

Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see, Wesley commanded.

My skin is shimmering from the lotion, Amaya said. Im doing my other arm now and both limbs are glowing.

Use the oil to massage your legs, Wesley said. And tell me what you are doing.

Amaya liked the hint of desperation in his voice. It made her feel powerful and beautiful.

Im putting my foot on the table so I can reach my legs, Amaya said. My leg is stretched out and Im pouring the lotion directly onto my thigh. Oh! It is so very warm!

She imagined that she heard a groan from Wesley but she couldnt be sure.

My fingers are digging into my skin and Im massaging the oil down my legs. Im doing my calf now. Its glowing like my arms are.

Do the other leg now, Wesley said and this time Amaya was sure she heard a moan.

Okay, Amaya said. I have my other leg up now. This time Im pouring the oil into my hands.

Start with your calf and work your way up, Wesley commanded.

Yes, I shall, Amaya said. I have to stretch to reach my calf but it feels so good with the oil. Im using both hands, moving my hands in a circular rub.

Im up to my knee. Now Im doing my thigh. Oh, I love this lotion. It smells so good.

Wesley let Amaya massage herself for a minute before giving his next command. She already knew what it would be and she was impatient to obey.

Take off your bra, Wesley asked. And look in the mirror. Describe them to me.

Theyre round, Amaya said after she removed her bra. My breasts are very round and I guess kind of high. Ive seen pictures of women in porn but their breasts are never as up as mine are. My nipples are very brown and under this light, they almost look black.

Are they hard? Wesley asked.

Very, Amaya purred. The sexuality in her voice surprised her. This was fun and although she was in a theater, she felt very alone and comfortable. It was also enjoyable to be teasing Wesley for a change and she was reveling in it.

Rub the lotion into your breasts and watch the mirror. Dont talk about it, just do it and watch, Wesley said.

Amaya poured the lotion into her hands and did as she asked. When her slippery fingers brushed her nipples, Amaya moaned loudly before controlling herself. Her breasts were very sensitive, almost tingling to the touch. The lotion only enflamed her arousal and she caught herself digging her fingers into her soft flesh.

Looking in the mirror, Amaya noted how much she looked like some sort of pinup model. Maybe it was just her hard nipples or maybe it was the glow of her skin, but Amaya realized just how attractive she really was. She massaged her breasts harder until she left red marks in her shimmering skin. The mirror reflected her ripe breasts and Amaya understood why men craved them so much. They were swollen with her feminine nature, smooth, curved and perfect.

Amaya? Wesley said.

Yes? she moaned.

Take off your panties.

There it was. It was where Amaya had planned to draw the line but it was unthinkable now. She lifted her buttocks and grabbed the band of her thong, sliding her underwear down to her ankles before kicking them off. Sitting back down in the chair, she was surprised by how wet the seat already was.

Theyre off, Amaya said. Her heart was pounding so hard, she wondered if he could hear it.

Good, now pour the lotion into your hands.

Yes, Amaya said after swallowing. I have it in my hands now.

Very good. Now I want you to massage your sex for me, but do not enter yourself. Do you understand?

Yes, Amaya said. She jumped as soon as her fingers touched herself. She smeared the lotion over her thick bush of hair, rubbing it into her outer lips. Her clitoris was emerging from its hood and Amaya groaned whenever her finger rolled over it.

Feeling good? Wesley asked.

Oh yes, Amaya said.

Do something for me, Wesley said. Take both hands rub straight down the sides of your sex. Rub up, then down, parallel to your opening but stay outside.

Oh! Amaya moaned. She could feel a climax waiting on the edge of her body. All her thoughts of modesty felt silly now. The young woman just wanted to come and soon.

I think you should get your vibrator, Wesley said.

Yes! Amaya hissed. The backpack was right beside her and Amaya dug through the pockets till she found the purple vibrator. She took it out and thought about covering it with lotion as well.

Look at yourself in the mirror, Wesley said. Can you see your arousal?

Yes, Amaya said. My face is flushed. My eyes seem larger. I look kind of like a slut.

Yes, but a slut for your own body, Wesley said. You cant see your crotch in the mirror, can you?

No, do you want me to move? Amaya said.

No, but I do want you to watch your face. Take your vibrator and put it right on the lips of your sex, but dont enter yourself just yet.

Please, Amaya said. She did as he asked and she could herself clench inside. The vibrator was so close and she needed it so badly.

Not yet, Wesley said. I want you to turn on the vibrator and run it up and down slowly against your slit.

Wesley was quiet as Amaya moaned. Up and down, she did as he commanded and all the time she could feel her climax rising and falling. Her reflection showed a young Asian woman with her mouth open in lust. Her chest glowed and her nipples were two dark hard points. Amaya felt a rush of desire and she realized it was for herself. She was a slut for her own body and curiously, Amaya felt no shame.

Im going to let you fuck yourself in a minute, Wesley said. He chuckled at her whimper and then continued. But first, I want you to stroke your slit ten times before penetrating yourself. I want you to count off your strokes and when you reach ten, wait for my command. Can you do all this?

Amaya nodded before realizing he couldnt see her. Yes, she said and her voice was little more than a whisper.

Then start, Wesley said.

Amaya ran the vibrator up her slit, moaning as the vibrations went straight through her sex and up and down her spine.

One, she said.

Two.

Three.

Four, she moaned and she shivered. She had to fight to keep her thighs from closing on the vibrator.

Five.

Six.

Seven, oh God! Amaya moaned.

Dont come yet, Wesley admonished.

I am so close! Amaya whined.

Just a little longer, Wesley commanded and his stern voice held Amaya back.

Eight! she groaned. She was using both hands, clenching the vibrator with white knuckles.

Nine! she whimpered.

Ten! she said with a send of triumph. Amaya almost fucked herself right there but somewhere she found the restraint. She stayed perfectly still, the vibrator resting on her wet, wet, wet sex.

Do you see yourself in the mirror? Wesley asked.

Amaya looked and was surprised by how little she recognized the woman in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, wet from the sweat and tension. The flush of her face was down to her chest, adding to the colors of her darkened nipples and the shine of the lotion. Her glasses were slipping down her nose and Amaya was surprised the most by the pure lust that was on her face.

Look at yourself, and slip your vibrator in, Wesley said.

Amaya watched as she penetrated herself until her eyes shut in bliss. The vibrator filled her completely. She fucked herself with a passion and a force that welled up from deep inside her. In the mirror, she could watch her massive breasts jiggling with the motions of her fucking. Amaya fucked herself harder, trying to make her breasts shake faster and faster just to watch them. Distracted by her breasts, she had her first climax without warning.

Yes! she yelled into the phone as her body shook. Sorry, she added.

Dont be, Wesley said. His voice was strained and Amaya wondered, no, prayed that he was masturbating too.

Keep masturbating, Wesley ordered and Amaya happily obeyed. Deep, even strokes. Plunge that vibrator hard inside you like I would. Fuck your pussy for me because I cant. I can hear from here how wet you are.

Amaya blushed as she realized she could hear it too. Her sex was wet, and the squishing sounds seemed to echo in the dressing room. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled as she tried to make the sounds louder, more obscene and more audible. She might be a slut for her own body but she wanted to share and most of all, she wanted to hear Wesley groan as he comes too.

Just the thought of Wesley coming brought about another orgasm. Amaya watched her face as she climaxed and she knew deep in her heart that she was beautiful. Wesley groaned with her as she came, but she knew he hadnt come. Amaya decided he just needed more encouragement.

Im going to come again, Amaya said. Are you close?

Dont worry about me, Wesley said. Just look at yourself. Can you squeeze one of your breasts as you masturbate?

Of course, Amaya said. She grabbed on of her golden breasts and squeezed. Her nipple was so sensitive to the touch, Amaya could feel a sock of electricity connecting her nipple to her sex. Inspired, she told Wesley about this.

Do this for me, he said. Twist your nipple as you stroke and tell me when you come.

Twisting her nipple, Amaya clenched as her climax surged. Im coming!

Ride it, Wesley said. Ride the bliss of your own body.

She did. Amaya twisted in her seat as the pleasure swept her. The woman in the mirror writhed with Amaya and Amaya felt a fresh surge of lust. Amaya wished that Wesley did have a hidden camera because she never felt as sexual as she did now and she wanted to preserve the moment forever and ever.

Now stop, Wesley said.

Amaya moaned but she pulled the vibrator out.

Put the vibrator back in your backpack, Wesley said.

Were not done are we? she asked.

He laughed. Yes, we are for today. You have certainly earned your money today.

She struggled to regain her breath. But did you come?

I appreciate the offer, but I will come at my own choosing. For now, I am content to listen to you. Your voice is very beautiful when you come.

Amaya didnt know what to say. Thank you seemed inadequate for the feelings she was experiencing. Her body was alive and tingling and despite her orgasms, she craved more. She wanted to continue but she knew the game well enough to know that asking would never work.

You can get dressed now, Wesley said. If you look to your left, there will be a chest. Open it, and you will find a package with your name on it. Inside will be your money and something for our next game.

I doubt I could stand, Amaya said and she joined in Wesleys laughter.

Im glad you did enjoy it, Wesley said. This game is where most players drop out. I cant tell you how glad I was to have you stay in the game.

I think I surprised myself with this one, Amaya said. To be honest, I went a lot further than I had planned. I guess I can do anything now.

Wesley chuckled. Ah Amaya, the thing is, the game gets much harder from here on out. Good luck, and have a great day.

He hung up before Amaya could stop him. What did he mean that the game was going to get harder? Were they going to meet soon? Amaya had a dozen questions and no one to ask.

She did manage to stand though her knees were a little weak. Amaya dressed as best she could, moaning as the thong rubbed against her drenched sex. She leaned against the table and touched herself, tempted to take herself again. Amaya didnt though. She knew that any orgasm she could have now wouldnt be as sweet as when it was with Wesley. It was hard but she decided to save herself.

The chest lid was heavy but Amaya got it open. It was empty except the package. Amaya opened it there and swallowed hard at the contents she found. The four hundred dollars didnt surprise her but the other items did. Amaya picked them up and understood what Wesley meant by the game getting harder.

One of the items was a simple black blindfold. That was nothing compared to the other item. It was a red paddle, covered in tiny dimples. The handle was black leather and fit easily in her hand. Amaya ran her hand over the dimples and imagined it striking her ass. She shivered, never having been spanked as a child, she found herself afraid of starting now.

The worse part was, Amaya couldnt honestly say she was scared enough to quit.



Part 4

Amaya had tossed and turned all night. Her dreams were barely lucid as images of leather, handcuffs and paddles dominated her mind. She imagined being bound and gagged by mysterious men who hid their faces from her. They would paddle her like a child, humiliating her as they called her names. Amaya dreamed that she would escape only to willingly seek them out again to be punished for something she couldnt quite name.

She awoke shortly before dawn. It took her a moment to convince herself that she was awake. Her pussy was wet and her thong felt unbearably tight. Her ass was sore from clenching all night and she had to consciously relax her buttocks. The sounds of licking were coming from across the room and Amaya realized that she had been dreaming of being licked just moments before. As the fog of sleep lifted from her mind, she remembered waking up to her roommate and her boyfriend slipping in the night before.

She turned her head quietly towards the source of the noise. Her glasses were sitting on the dresser but she could see the scene before her as plain as day. Rick was sitting up in the bed with his hands holding something around his lap. As the rising sun peeked through the shades, Amaya saw that what Rick was holding was Helens head. She was bobbing up and down and what could only be his cock. Amaya couldnt be sure, because Helens long blonde hair was forming a curtain around the action.

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Amayas fingers moved quietly under her covers. It wasnt even a question of ethics for her anymore. She had desires and watching these two was too much temptation: where was the harm? Her fingers moved under her thong and she bit her lip as her fingertips brushed her clitoris. Subtly she shifted her thighs open so as to not alert Rick and Helen. Neither of them noticed as Amaya moaned from the filling touch of her fingers.

Helens hair still obscured Ricks cock but Amaya was more than happy to watch Ricks face. He looked so intense as Helen sucked him. His mouth was open and he kept shutting his eyes as the pleasure over took him. Amaya could picture him in bed, looming over her with that same expression as he drove himself into her. His chest was bare too and the muscles she saw were impressive. One of his pectoral muscles would flex each time Rick hips rose to meet Helens mouth and Amaya was hypnotized by the display of tensed power.

It didnt take long for Amaya to climax. Her heels dug into the bed as she fought to keep from giving herself away. She bit her lip and shut her eyes while her sex clenched tight around her fingers. Despite the anxieties of her dreams, Amayas libido was on a hair trigger. She wasnt sure what that said about her but at the moment, she could care less.

Helen moved her hair from away her face and held it against her neck. Amaya stared at the sight of Ricks cock, squirming a little as she recognized the wet sheen of Helens spit. His cock wasnt huge or unusual but it was real. After days of masturbating and playing with a vibrator, Amaya found herself aching for the flesh that came from a person. As Ricks cock disappeared into Helens mouth, Amaya found herself relaxing her throat, wishing she could taste him for herself.

Faster, Rick grunted.

Amaya stroked herself faster at his command although it was Helen to which he was referring. It reminded her of Wesleys commands yesterday and how much she loved masturbating for him. She wondered if Wesley would ever command her to suck him. Yesterday it had been a fear of hers but right now, watching as Helen moved faster on faster over Ricks cock, Amaya would have been willing to suck him and more.

She came before Rick did and once more she had to stifle her groans. There was no need. Rick was groaning louder now and Helens sucking sounds werent quiet either. They didnt seem to care about the noise they were making which bothered Amaya, but not enough to make her stop masturbating. The sight of Ricks intense face, his flexing chest muscles and his wonderful real cock were payment enough for their rudeness.

Yes! Rick exclaimed and Helens head froze. Amaya knew he was ejaculating, expending himself into Helens mouth. Oh how she ached to see that! All she could do was watch as Rick shuddered and Helen squeezed his cock with her hands. Amayas own hand was rubbing herself furiously to another climax as she fantasized about Ricks seed filling her throat. The fantasy shifted in her head and it was Wesleys semen in her mouth and then it would shift back and forth between Rick and Wesley until she was swallowing both of them.

Helen finally raised her head and Ricks cock fell from her lips. Hush, youll wake her!

Sorry, Rick said and it was clear he wasnt. Amaya had an uncomfortable thought that maybe he was trying to wake her up. Being a voyeur was one thing, but she wasnt sure how she felt about being invited to watch. It was just too confusing to think about this early in the morning.

Think we waked her? Rick asked.

Helen laughed. Of course not. If she did wake up, she would be screaming at us to stop. Shes probably some sort of eunuch.

Amaya bit hard on her tongue. Eunuch? Would Helen think that if she knew that Amaya had spent yesterday having phone sex in the theater?

Eunuch huh? Rick said. Maybe we could educate her.

Ew! Helen said. She never dates and Ive never heard her talk about guys. All she likes to do is study. I bet she doesnt even masturbate. Youd have better luck teaching an ice cube.

Rick laughed and whispered something Amaya couldnt hear. The couple then covered up with the blankets and kept whispering until they fell asleep. Their snores were louder than their sex.

Amaya couldnt go back to sleep. She couldnt believe that Helen thought so low of her. Her thong was drenched and her fingers were sticky but her roommate thought she was a sexless eunuch. Amaya thought Helen was a brainless slush but what Helen said still hurt. It made Amaya feel very alone to think that other people dont see her as a sexual person. Part of her wanted to jump out of bed and tell Helen and Rick about Wesley. Another part of her wanted to mount Rick right in front of Helen and show her how much of a prude Amaya was.

In the end, Amaya just laid in bed until her alarm went off.

Amayas feelings plagued her the rest of the day. Her classes couldnt distract her from the events of this morning. She often wished Wesley would call her up and give her another task just to get her mind off of Helens insults. Her date with Chris also crept into her mind. She wondered if Chris thought she was a eunuch too and that he just asked her out because he felt sorry for her or something. Amaya was used to people treating her a little differently than others but she had always assumed that it was because she was half Asian. Now she was nagged by the thought that perhaps she was giving off some sort of no-sex vibe that turned people off.

It made her think of last night. Wesley had ordered her to masturbate for him but for some reason, he didnt jack off himself. That shook her confidence more than anything Helen had said. Maybe it was just all intellectual to him and that he just wanted to see how far a poor girl would go for money? Even as low as Amayas self esteem was, she couldnt bring herself to believe that. She remembered the purr of his voice yesterday and she remembered the groans when she described herself. Still, she was plagued by doubt and wished he would ask her to do something to get him off just to remove her doubts once and for all.

All day she carried the paddle in her backpack and now she was no longer afraid of it. Earlier she had worried that the paddle meant that they would be doing bizarre domination games like some bad Internet porn story but now she hoped Wesley would ask her do something kinky if just to prove to herself that she was a sexual person. Amaya was painfully aware that so far all she had really done for Wesley was wear sexy lingerie and masturbate. She felt a pressure to compete with Helens promiscuity just to show there was nothing wrong with her. It never occurred to Amaya that Helen wouldnt have the courage to strip in front of her window or to masturbate in front of a mirror, but then the doubts of youth were never rational.

The hours passed by without a call from Wesley and her thoughts turned to her date tomorrow with Chris. Amaya thought about what she would wear and mentally went through her wardrobe. The insecurities of this morning lingered in her head and everything she owned that she thought was sexy now seemed immature. Amaya wanted to knock Chriss socks off and the anime shirts she owned didnt seem to cut it.

She was walking out of her biology class when she spotted the area across the street known as 'downtown'. It was the name for a collection of bars that were located near the university and it was where Helen went almost every night. Amaya had never explored that area because she had no interest in learning how to drink but standing where she was, she noticed that there was a clothing shop among the bars. It had never occurred to her that the dense buildings might contain something other than places to dance and get drunk.

Amaya mentally counted her money and knew she could easily afford a new outfit. It nagged at her that she wasnt saving the hard earn money for food but the weeks of living frugally gave her an inflated sense of her wealth. This was her chance to buy something sexy for both her date and her roommate.

The first clothing store she found had dozens of wonderful sexy outfits but nothing even approaching her size. The clothes she found appeared to be made for anorexia victims. It wasnt as if Amaya was huge or misshapen. She was just a bit larger than her peers and that appeared to be large enough to exclude her from anything remotely stylish.

The next store was just as disappointing as were the next and the next one after that. Worse than the shrunk clothes were the snickers from the sales people. They were all tiny girls who often didnt bother to try to help Amaya. It was clear that nothing would fit her, so why bother to pretend that there was something here for her?

By the time Amaya had reached the end of downtown, she was about ready to cry. It wasnt like she was looking for a pole dancers outfit, she just wanted something pretty to wear. In the course of an hour, she had gone from feeling sexless to just feeling fat. Amaya wanted to run home, go to bed and come out after she had starved herself.

That was when she found Pamelas. Literally at the end of the street before the city park, Pamelas sat like a dirty secret. The display window had mannequins that were shaped like real people, or as close to real as Amaya had ever seen. She nearly squealed with delight at the sight of pants that wouldnt get snagged around her calves.

The store inside was deserted except for one heavyset woman reading a romance novel at the counter. She looked up when Amaya entered and flashed the newcomer a radiant smile. The shopkeeper expressed so much warmth in her smile that Amaya felt like she had entered a secret club.

Introductions were made and Amaya learned that the older woman was the Pamela that owned the store. Pamela sensed Amayas relief at finding the store and enquired as to Amayas needs. When she told her that she needed some clothes for a date, Pamela was only too eager to help. She commandeered Amayas choices in clothes and helped her pick items that were more daring than what Amaya was used to.

The way Pamela took control of the situation reminded Amaya a lot of Wesley. It was as if the older woman had assumed responsibility for Amayas date and was using Amaya as a canvas. It was scary to see how revealing some of the clothes were but because Pamela was choosing them, it somehow released Amaya of responsibility. She surrendered to Pamelas suggestions with a buzz of excitement, trusting the older woman to steer her right with the same innate trust she gives Welsey.

By the time she left Pamelas loaded with bags, Amaya had spent nearly three hundred dollars. On the long walk home, she marveled at how she wouldnt refund a cent. It wasnt the clothes that she enjoyed as much as she enjoyed being treated like a sexual woman by Pamela. She realized that was what reminded her the most of Wesley. As she walked home, she daydreamed about what clothes Wesley would have picked for her if he was there. As her fantasies multiplied, the black thong she wore rubbed her tighter and tighter.

It was six oclock when she got home and since Wesley hadnt called yet, Amaya was getting increasingly anxious. She tried to hide her anxiety from Helen but she didnt need to put out the effort. Helen was too busy ogling the nice clothes Amaya had bought and the blonde was green with envy as she watched Amaya very slowly put her clothes away. Her roommate never asked where she got the money for the clothes even though Amaya had worked hard on an alibi. Amaya was starting to understand that hiding Wesley from Helen wasnt going to be that difficult after all.

Eventually Helen decided to go out with her friends. As soon as she left, Amaya took out her phone and set it in front of her. Wesley had been calling every day and the day was soon ending. The shopping experience had been such a boost to her ego that it had eased her fears over the paddle and the blindfold. She still felt like the game had taken too kinky of a turn to continue but at least with the new clothes, she wont walk away from the game empty handed.

Unspoken to even herself was the thought that maybe the game wouldnt get too kinky after all and that tonight would result in yet another mind blowing orgasm. Oh, it crossed her mind but she wouldnt let herself dwell on it. Accepting that the game would be incredible for another night just made her too anxious for the long wait of the silent phone.

At nine, the phone rang. Amaya answered it before the first ring was finished.

Hello Amaya. Buy anything interesting today?

She paused. Was he referring to her shopping trip? Amaya wondered if he had been watching her. Instead of being outraged, she found herself being strangely flattered. It was nice to be considered worth spying on.

I bought some clothes today, Amaya said neutrally.

Good for you, Wesley said. A lovely lady should have plenty of clothes to show off her beauty.

Amaya blushed at the compliment. She wished they could just flirt for the entire hour so she could listen to his soft Southern voice. Before she could respond, Wesley was already moving into the game.

Yesterday I said that the game was going to become much harder. I can also promise you that if you keep playing the game, your life will never be the same again. The challenges will become more difficult but you will always have the chance to back out. Are you ready for todays game?

She swallowed. This was the moment of truth. Yes.

Good, first you need to take the paddle and blindfold and place them on your bed.

Done it, Amaya said after a moment.

Now pull down your shades and then pull down your pants.

That was a little harder. She was relieved that she was allowed to pull down her shades but stripping her pants was another matter. Wesley was wasting little time and she was pretty nervous. Amaya wiggled out of her jeans and noticed that she was already soaking her black thong. The thin strip of material in the back didnt cover her ass at all and considering the importance of the paddle, Amaya was all too aware of her bare cheeks.

Listen very carefully, Wesley said. When I tell you to, unlock your door and then pick up your blindfold. Walk to your desk and place one of your larger textbooks on your table. Put on your blindfold, and lean forward until you are bent over your desk. Put your phone down on the book and hang up. Place both hands on either side of the book. Once you are in this position, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to lift your hands from the desk. If you do, then the game is forfeit. You will stay in this position until the phone rings and then you may answer it. You are not allowed to speak until the phone rings. Do you understand?

Yes, I think so, she said. Her pulse was pounding so hard, it was difficult to hear his voice over the beating of her own heart.

Then do as I ask, and when you hang up the phone, I will know you are in position.

Amaya first unlocked her dorm door. That was perhaps the most difficult task of all. Her first week in the dorms, she had been bombarded with safety warnings concerning female students. She knew that the only reason Wesley would ask her to do this was so that she could have a visitor. Would it be Wesley? Would it be someone else?

She knew that she might be sealing her doom but Amaya unlocked the door. Her hand shook a little but there was no denying the wetness soaking her thong. Amaya knew that her desire was overwhelming her common sense and it embarrassed her and excited her at the same time. Deep inside she felt that Wesley would finally make his appearance.

On her desk she laid out the book as he commanded. The blindfold she picked up off the bed and her eyes lingered on the paddle. Amaya kept watching the paddle as she walked over to the desk, as if the paddle would strike her as soon as she let down her guard. She placed the phone on the book and placed her glasses beside them. Blinded first by her lack of vision, she slipped the blindfold over her eyes to completely place her in darkness. She leaned forward and placed her hands flat on the desk. Knowing she was to be spanked, Amaya moved her feet back until she was almost completely doubled over.

Before she lost her courage, Amaya felt for the phone and hung it up.

The waiting began. Amaya had half expected something to happen as soon as the line was dead. When nothing happened except for the racing of her heart, she started to worry. Was this the test? Was she to stand here for an hour with her pants missing and her ass exposed to try her patience? Amaya moaned at the thought. She couldnt wait an hour by herself, she just couldnt!

She thought about how she must look. He didnt ask her to remove her shirt but she could feel the weight of her breasts pulling down. The black thong was invisible, the back of it stretched tightly over her anus. Her cheeks would be completely bare and Amaya wondered if her ass looked fat. In her mind she toyed with her image, spinning it around and around as she realized that despite her flaws, she couldnt deny how sexual her pose was.

The door opened, louder than it had ever opened before. She didnt hear the door close and she had a terrible panic that her visitor was leaving it open for anyone to peer at her. So great was her fear of being exposed that she didnt hear the footsteps of her visitor until he was standing right next to her. A foot hit the bedpost and Amaya jumped at the sudden noise.

She stayed bent over though.

Something whistled through the air and Amaya flinched. Nothing happened. The whistling continued and she realized he must be taking practice swings with the paddle. For no good reason, Amaya had a sudden doubt that her visitor was male. Maybe a female would slip easier through the girls floor. Could Wesley have sent a woman to spank her? How would she ever know?

It turns out that Amaya knew as soon as a gloved hand glided over her ass. The hand was large, wide and cupped her ass in an authoritative manner. It squeezed her ass like it owned her. The hand moved to her other cheek and she felt the palm press against her. It was a mans hand and the thought that it could be Wesley himself thrilled her.

The hand moved to her thong and Amaya tensed. The fingers hooked under the thin material and pulled. It was only a light pull but it was enough to make Amaya moan. The front of the thong was right against her sex and when the hand tugged, it rubbed the flimsy material against her clitoris. The fingers released her thong and Amayas knees were shaking.

She next felt the hand on her back. Goose pimples ran down her spine even though she still had her shirt on. The hand scooped up her long black hair and wound it into a fist. She cried out when the hand pulled sharply on her head but she cut off her cry for fear of breaking the rules.

For a long minute, nothing happened. Amaya felt a panic attack rising. This was stupid of her. He could be a killer or a molester and she was just standing here, bound only by verbal rules. She told herself that if anything happened, her hands were free and she could defend herself but realistically she knew that a lot could happen before she did anything.

Amaya was about to rise and quit when she felt something hard and cold against her buttock. It was the paddle. The touch soothed her rather than frighten her. The paddle was mundane compared to her fevered fantasies. She pushed back into the paddle and wiggled her hips in invitation. Spank her. Spank her as much as he wanted but just do something!

The paddle rubbed against her buttock in small circles. Amaya found herself moving with the paddle; her hips dancing silently in place. When the paddle moved to her other cheek, she pushed back against it again. The hand tightened in her hair but she didnt care. Amaya almost rose to her tiptoes in invitation. She didnt know where her reactions were coming from but she was finding submission much more preferable than fear.

When the paddle moved away completely from her buttocks, Amaya nearly whimpered in fear. It was about to happen and though she had the freedom to move, she felt pinned down by the expectations of Wesley. The hand tightened in her hair and her; a slight distraction of mild pain.

She was ready.

The first blow was quite light on her bottom but still a shock. Amaya cried out as the paddle hit her and then instantly blushed. The impact was nothing and yet she was squealing like she was wounded! A perverse pride welled up inside her and she decided that she was going to try her best not to appear weak.

The second blow was harder as were the third and fourth. Her visitor was spreading the hits around and striking the softer parts of her bottom. Some of the spanks struck from under her ass and Amaya would rise up and choke down her cries. Occasionally he would strike the center of her bottom with such force that she would slump forward before regaining her balance.

His hand never released her hair and each blow from the paddle forced Amaya to pull against his iron grip. He had almost all of her hair in his hand, pulling on her entire scalp with each tug. She had to keep her head tilted back at all times and she wondered if he was looking at her face as he spanked her.

After her ass was burning from the initial spanking, he lapsed into a simple rhythm. First it would be one light spank, two fast spanks and then three hard ones before starting over. Amaya enjoyed the predictability, tensing for the hard spanks and almost relaxing into the light ones. It made the rising heat of the paddle easier to bear as her buttocks grew increasingly more and more sensitive.

And oh how the heat spread! Amaya was amazed by how intense her bottom was becoming. Her visitor was covering her entire ass with blows from the paddle until no inch of her was left untouched. At first the hits were frightening but now they were just pure sensation. All of her senses were centered on her round cheeks and the merciless rain of the harsh paddle.

It wasnt long before she reached the limit of her endurance. Never having been spanked before, Amaya found the experience novel at first but the stinging was escalating. She swayed from side to side as she unconsciously tried to dodge but the paddle always found her. As the sensation increased, Amaya felt fresh waves of panic rising. When would he stop? Could she keep from resisting him? How much longer before it just became unbearable?

Amaya bit her lip as the spanked continued. He hadnt tried anything sexual with her but yet she was debating quitting. The spanking was increasing and she feared how far it would go. She thought about losing Wesley and it scared her but it was not as frightening as the thought of disappointing him. The sound of his voice when she impressed him was always marvelous and Amaya found herself more addicted to his praise than she was the money. Despite the rising pain, she knew that she would endure a hundred more spanks if it would please him and she didnt know what that said about her.

She had tried to be brave and not make any sounds but it became impossible. Even the lightest blows from the paddle were pushing her threshold. Her first cry was a sharp ejaculation and her visitors hand twisted lustfully in her hair. It was the only encouragement she needed. Every smack of the paddle pulled another cry from her lips. From low guttural moans to high-pitched yelps during the hardest strikes, Amaya lost all of her shame. Freeing her voice released the pent up emotions and fears she had been holding inside her all day long. The anxieties melted away as she surrendered whole-heartedly to her ordeal.

The paddling ceased. Amaya still flinched as she expected a blow. Her own breathing was incredibly loud but she could hear the harsh breathing of her visitor as well. The entire surface of her bottom burned and she shifted back and forth as she tried to soothe herself. When she moved, she was shocked to discover that her blindfold was wet from her tears. Amaya hadnt even noticed that she had been crying and found herself shocked to be so out of touch with her body.

Gentle fingers touched her ass and Amaya hissed in pain. Light fingernails traced the lines of her welts but even these feather touches were too much for her sensitive ass to endure. His palm laid flat against her ass and it was a tremendous act of willpower to keep from screaming. He let her palm rest there, a silent tribute to what she had endured.

In the silence of the moment, Amaya realized that she was sobbing. It was a good sob though. She was exhausted but strangely lightened. It was as if he had spanked her worries out of her. A burning bottom was far more important than a sniggering roommate or difficulty in finding clothes. She didnt understand how she could be feeling so good while her bottom was aching so much, but Amaya was too grateful to care.

The fingers moved down and between her legs. Amaya parted her thighs and moaned as his fingers found her sex. Back and forth they rubbed against her thong, teasing the swollen clitoris that pressed back. Her arms shook and her lip trembled as the fingers traced the outline of her sex. She ground against him; ignoring the pain in her ass for the sweet release he could give her.

Amaya moaned as the fingers pressed back against her. The hand holding her hair twisted again but even that was a delicious spice to the pleasure his other hand was giving her. Her ass burned as she moved into his hand and this too she enjoyed. He had brought her body to life with now she was reaping the rewards between her sweaty thighs.

Oh! she cried out when she came but if she broke the rules, her visitor didnt say. Her orgasm rushed through her body, and her knees nearly collapsed on themselves. As soon as she had come, he pulled both hands away. Her hair fell free and even this light touch on her neck made her shudder.

Footsteps clicked away from her and Amaya nearly begged him to return. She kept silent. When the door closed, she allowed herself a whimper of disappointment. Her sex still burned, almost as hotly as her ass. A trickle of her desire moved down her thighs, dripping from her now soaked thong.

The phone rang. Her voice failed her at first but she managed to ask her question.

Was that you? she asked.

Perhaps, he said. In that one word, she could hear how breathless he was.

Did you spank me? Amaya asked.

Did you enjoy it? he countered.

The last part, Amaya said.

Really? he said. You didnt move with the paddle? You didnt moan from the kiss of the spanking? Your panties didnt drip from the force of a thrust so close to your sex?

He was teasing her and she didnt care. Blindfolded still and bent over, Amaya was his to toy with.

Im not sure Im going to be able to stand, Amaya said.

Wesley laughed. You amazed me tonight. You are so brave and so trusting. I appreciate the gift of your playing tonight. Take off your blindfold and open your present. You earned it today.

Do you have to hang up? Amaya asked.

No, but I will be the first to admit that I am not perfect, Wesley said. If I stay on, then I might be tempted to ask more than you can give tonight. Go open your present Amaya, before I do you a disservice.

With that he hung up. Amaya stood up in frustration but soon winced as her welts flared up. She whipped off the blindfold and put on her glasses. Walking over to her mirror, she turned around and examined herself. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the angry pink lines crossing her ass. She didnt think it was possible for her ass to turn that shade of red and Amaya had a bizarre fear of how she would explain it to Helen if she saw it.

A box sitting beside the door caught her eye simply because it was huge. Amaya knelt down gingerly beside it and swallowed hard. What kind of sex toy could be in here? What new test was sitting inside?

There was a card sitting on top of it. It depicted a night scene of stars but there was nothing written inside. What was inside was five hundred dollars. She shook her head over the money, amazed at how little she cared. What she really needed was a good fuck and to find out what was in the box.

The box opened to reveal a plethora of art supplies. From small canvases to bottles of paint and bundles of pencils, there was enough to act on any artistic impulse she might have. She recalled the conversation she had with Wesley about her art and she smiled as she realized how much work and money he had saved her. He didnt even know what kind of art she practiced but the wide range of supplies attempted to cover it all.

Amaya stood up and let out a deep breathe. This was a genuinely nice gift. There was nothing perverse about it at all. Did this mean he was trying to court her? Or was this a bribe for harsher games to come?

She leaned against her bed, too sore to sit down, and thought about it for a long time.



Part 5

Amaya was terrified. The uncertainty in her gut was worse than when she was doing dares for Wesley. Standing outside her dorm, waiting for Chris to pick her up, was the bravest thing she had ever done. Sure, she had gone on dates in High School but this was different. This was her first college date and somehow, Amaya just knew she was going to fuck it up.

It might have been the clothes. She was dressed in an outfit she had bought yesterday and they made her feel sexier than she had a right to. The floral sleeveless blouse was much more transparent than she was used to wearing and Amaya felt like everyone could see her white lace bra. The denim skirt she was wearing clung tightly to her bottom despite coming down to her knees. Amaya feared that her ass was too prominent and scanned the faces of everyone who walked by for any sign of snickering. Instead of snickers all she received was friendly smiles from the men, and that confused her all the more.

Maybe her fears were connected to the cell phone in her skirt. She had debated bringing it but in the end she knew she didnt really have a choice. Last night had been so amazing; there was no way that she was going to risk missing a phone call. On the other hand, if Wesley did call during her date, what in the world would she say to Chris? Amaya hated to admit that if Wesley called that she would stop her date but the truth of the situation was clear. She would sacrifice Chris for Wesley and she didnt know what that said about her.

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Hey pretty lady, Chris called from his truck. Going my way?

Amaya smiled. Only if youre going to dinner, she said as she climbed into his truck. Idiot! she immediately thought. He was going to think she was obsessed with food and dump her before their date even starts!

Im starving too, Chris said. He kept looking at her as he drove. She wondered if there was something wrong with her blouse because he couldnt take his eyes off her chest. It took Amaya a moment to realize there was nothing wrong at all; she was just busty. Instead of being insulted, Amaya was pleased and began to relax. A man staring at her boobs was much easier to handle than the uncertainty of a date.

Chris took her to a wonderful Italian restaurant that was far more expensive than Amaya was expecting. She had never been to a dining place that had marble statues. The menu prices made her gasp but Chris encouraged her to have anything she wanted. She ordered the spaghetti and as Chris ordered, she remembered something her mother had always said.

A man only spends that much money on someone he wants to sleep with, was her mom used to say. Amaya smiled. That was fine with her. It looked like this wasnt a pity-date after all.

Why are you smiling? Chris asked nicely. His blond hair was reflecting the sun from the window. It made him look golden, and Amaya couldnt believe this handsome guy was after her.

I have my reasons, she flirted back. Tell me, what is it like to be an actor?

Chris settled into his chair and waited while the waiter brought them their drinks. Once the waiter was gone, Chris began to talk. Amaya noticed a new intensity in his eyes as he warmed up to the subject. The intensity took her back, making her see Chris as someone other than just a college guy who liked boobs.

Acting is a lot like being the center of the world, Chris said. The stage focuses the audiences attention to one central point and in that point is the performers. When I am on stage, I control everything. I hold the audiences eyes, their ears and their minds. Theres a reason why they call it a captive audience. Thats what I live for.

Ive never thought of it that way, Amaya said. Tingles were running through her body at his words. His desire for control was touching her desire to be controlled. She shifted in her seat as he continued and wondered if she could hide how much he affected her.

Thats what I love about acting, Chris said. I like being in charge of how the audience feels. Depending on what I stress or how I move or use my voice, I can completely change the tone of a scene. I cant even describe the rush that gives me. When I hear the audience laugh and I know it is solely because of me, it makes me feel alive like nothing else.

Amaya was feeling so alive right now. Her thighs were terribly warm and it was all she could to stop from touching herself. Realizing that she hadnt said in anything in her aroused daze, she asked a question so he wouldnt think she wasnt paying attention.

Does it bother you to share the stage then? she asked. It must be hard for your control to be disrupted by others.

Chris frowned. Exactly. Thats why I make sure the people I am on stage with are on the same page as I am. Some of my teachers have said that Im trying to usurp the director but thats crap. Im just making sure we are leading the audience exactly where we want to. Theres no point teasing the audience and exciting them to a fevered pitch unless we give them a climax worth having.

Yes, Amaya whispered before she realized she was speaking out loud. Chris grinned at her and she blushed.

I think you have a new appreciation for acting, he said. She blushed again.

Before she could answer, her phone rang. Amaya had set the ringer to vibrate so she wouldnt have to explain who was calling. Her heart raced as she realized that her worse fear had come true: Wesley wanted her in the middle of her date!

Excuse me, Amaya said. I need to freshen up before dinner comes.

Hurry back, Chris said pleasantly.

Amaya nearly ran to the restroom. One buzz, a second buzz and a third vibrated in Amayas pocket as she tried not to run. What if she didnt answer in time? She hoped that maybe she could talk Wesley into postponing but she knew that she stood a good chance of being rejected. If she didnt pick up in time, she would lose him forever anyway. Even though she knew she was sure to lose him today, she at least wanted the chance to convince him to keep her.

The restroom had two stalls and Amaya ducked into one as she pulled the phone out. She turned the phone on and started apologizing before she realized there was no one on the other end. Confused, she looked the phone over. That was when she noticed that the text screen was telling her she had a message and asking if she wanted to download it.

Amaya clicked yes and waited. It only took an instant for the message to transfer over but her heart was pounding in anxiety. As much as she wanted to turn down his requests, she was also intrigued by this new method of commanding her. What could he possibly want?

The message read: Amaya, wherever you are, whatever you are doing, take off your bra and panties and let it sit on the floor. From now on for the next hour, I want you to clench whenever the phone rings. Dont touch yourself. Just clench like you do when you have your vibrator inside you. I trust you to do this without supervision. Wesley

Waves of relief swept over Amaya. She could do this! More importantly, she wanted to do this. She couldnt believe how happy she was that she was able to serve his wishes.

First she had to actually do it. Her panties were easily removed though she hated leaving the pretty pink underwear just sitting on the bathroom floor. She had more concerns about her bra. The blouse she wore was too light and transparent to go braless. She knew that her nipples if not her entire chest would be visible underneath it. As she removed the bra, Amaya felt she should have been ashamed but instead all she felt was arousal. How would Chris react when he saw her?

With the phone back in her pocket, Amaya headed back to her table. When she was two tables away, her phone buzzed to life. Keeping true to Wesleys request, she stopped and clenched right there in the aisle. Her face burned as people turned to look at her. Amaya tried to remain calm as she went to her table and sat down. Chris almost said something but his eyes dropped to her chest and whatever had to say was forgotten. To Amayas surprise, she sucked in her breath to make her chest more prominent.

Oh, I see dinners arrived, Amaya said.

Um, yes, Chris said. How do you like it?

She tried a bite and it melted in her mouth. Right at that moment, her phone buzzed again and she clenched in response. Amaya moaned at the double pleasure.

Im glad you like it, Chris said, his eyes never leaving her chest.

Curious, Amaya glanced down to see what exactly he was looking at and she nearly choked on her food. Not only were her nipples poking hard against her shirt, but the sheer material did nothing to hide the coloring of her areoles. She might as well have been topless! Amaya shifted in her seat but resisted the urge to cover herself. It was too late now and her bra was back in the restroom. All she could really do was keep eating.

I was thinking while you were gone, Chris said, and I realized you had what it took to be an actor too.

Amaya laughed. There is no way I could stand on stage in front of all those people.

Sure you could, Chris said. You have a very natural presence. I can tell you like to command attention. You have to know how pretty you are and the effect it has on men.

Pretty? Me? Amaya said. I thought I was, oh!

Oh? Chris asked.

Amaya blushed. The phone had interrupted her train of thought and as aroused as she was, the vibrations of the phone was too similar to the vibrator she owned. She had clenched reflexively out of desire as opposed to submission, and that clenching had sent a shiver through her body. She just sure as Hell couldnt tell Chris that!

Im sorry. The food is just so much better than I am used to, Amaya said. It was true, but no amount of good food could equal the pleasure she was experiencing between her thighs.

Chris smiled but he wasnt so easily deterred. The intensity was back in his eyes and again Amaya found herself melting under them. That intensity was for her.

The food is good, but I think you were dodging my compliment, Chris said. Im surprised that you dont think you are pretty. I thought you liked attention.

What do you mean? Amaya said.

This time it was Chris who blushed and Amaya had the feeling that she had stumbled on to something. What could he be embarrassed about? Before she could think about it, the phone buzzed again and Amaya sighed as she clenched. By the time she was done clenching, Chris had regained his composure.

Its just something actors can tell, he said and Amaya could plainly see he was lying. You look like the kind of person who enjoys having eyes on you. I think you would thrive on a stage and being the center of attention. Im not saying youre vain or anything. Im just saying youre the type of person who likes to be watched.

Amaya thought on it. Did she enjoy being watched? The answer was yes but maybe not in the same way Chris described. For example, she loved having him sneak glances at her breasts but it wasnt because she had orchestrated it. It was exciting because Wesley had commanded it and Chris was benefiting from it. Of course, this was nothing she could explain to Chris.

The conversation turned to other things like classes and roommates. All through out the meal the phone kept buzzing in her skirt much to Amayas delight and exasperation. The phone was impossible to predict. Some times it would buzz within seconds of the last vibration and at one point, it was a long five minutes before it came to life again. She was becoming exhausted from the constant clenching but when there were no vibrations from the phone, Amaya tensed up as she awaited the inevitable command.

She kept losing the train of conversation from the constant distraction. Chris didnt seem to notice how addled she was. His eyes flitted back and forth between her face and her very hard nipples poking through her blouse. Amaya could feel her seat getting wet and she didnt know if it was from all the clenching or from having the handsome boy staring at her. Either way, she was in a sensual state of mind that made every bite of spaghetti delicious, every swallow of tea refreshing and every glance from Chris intoxicating.

When they were done with dinner, Chris talked Amaya into having dessert. The poor girl was stuffed from all the food she ate but worried about how she was going to stand without leaving a big wet spot on the chair. She agreed to share a huge ice cream cake with Chris just to stall from having to rise.

You seem tense, Chris said between cake bites.

Amaya was about to respond when her phone went off again. She closed her eyes and clenched reflexively. A loud moan escaped her lips before she realized what she was doing. Amaya blushed furiously and began to babble out an excuse but Chris was waved off her excuse. He reached for her hand and Amaya clenched again out of sheer desire.

Its all right Amaya, I like a sensual woman whos willing to enjoy herself.

Amaya could only smile and keep eating. Although she was trying to stay calm, her mind was running in circles. What did he mean by that? Did he think the cake was making her moan? If that was the case, how did that relate to his question about her being tense? Maybe his use of the word sensual meant he knew what she was doing? Her nipples were certainly giving herself away and as soaked as Amaya was between her legs, she wondered if maybe he could smell her arousal. If he knew how horny she was, why wasnt he freaking out? If it really didnt bother him, then why would he call her tense?

As the phone buzzed again, Amaya clenched once more. Chris just watched her and smiled as she made another little moan. Amayas heart raced. His smile felt curiously knowing. Is it possible that he knew about the phone? The only way that could be possible is if Chris was Wesley!

Chris took another bite of the cake while Amaya considered it. He did approach her out of the blue when they first met. They got along pretty well, but he was quick to ask her out on a date. Amaya almost relaxed when she thought about Wesley calling her for the past hour, but then realized that she didnt hear his voice this time. For all she knew, Chris could have had someone else call her and leave that message.

She thought about what Chris said earlier about being on stage. He had said that he liked being in control and that he liked controlling others moods. Amaya felt a familiar heat build between her thighs as she thought about it. It made so much sense! Maybe he had decided to take a more direct approach with this control desires.

They finished their dessert and it was time to leave. Amaya waited till Chris stood first and then rose behind him. Luckily, her seat was dry. The aching soaked feeling between her legs must not have stained through her denim skirt. She sighed with relief and then blushed again as her phone buzzed.

The theater was a short drive away. Chris made small talk while Amaya did her best to follow the conversation. The phone was slowing down with its silent requests each clench was enough to push Amaya over the edge. She viciously bit her lip to keep her moans a secret from Chris and luckily he seemed too interested in driving to notice her struggles. Or was it all just a ruse? The idea that Chris was fully aware of her sensual torment turned her on even further.

Which movie would you like to see? he asked. They were standing in front of the ticket booth and Amaya didnt hear his question at first. She thought she felt a trail of her moisture working down her legs and she was wondered if she could possibly be that wet.

Whatever you want to see, Amaya answered.

Chris frowned. Im good. You pick something.

It was Amayas turn to frown. Was this a test of some sort? If Chris was Wesley, then maybe her choice in movies would be of significance. Amaya knew she was being overly suspicious but at the same time, her body was so aroused, she was clutching at any possibility that might result in some sort of climax.

How about that one? she said. She pointed to a movie poster with a barely clad woman. It looked like a sexual thriller movie, the kind where the sexy woman was a thief, a killer or worse.

Chris smiled. Good choice, he said.

Amaya clenched without thinking. Good choice. She could hear Chriss voice changing into Wesleys and saying that. She clenched again even though the phone had stopped buzzing five minutes ago.

Dinner was too good to follow with bad popcorn so they went straight to the theater where their movie was going to play. Chris wanted to sit in the back away from the other movie watchers and Amaya excitedly followed him. The nearest person was several rows downs and Amayas heart pounded hard as the lights dimmed. She was essentially alone with Chris in the darkness. Her already wet sex was pulsing with the thoughts of what could happen now.

The trailers began and Chris didnt say a word to her as commercial after commercial came on screen. Amaya tried to lose herself in the flashy movie ads but it was impossible. Her clitoris was too sensitive and every shift of her thighs made her want to masturbate. The tightness of her shirt seemed to pull at her nipples even the smell of Chriss cologne seemed to kiss her lips. All she could think about was sex and Chris was ignoring her.

Only when the movie began did Chris make a move. He put his arm on the back of Amayas seat, his hand barely brushing her shoulder. Goosebumps rose where he touched her. She debated leaning into his arm and decided that it would be too forward. Amaya wanted to prove herself worthy of all the games and she didnt want to mess up in any way shape or form.

The movie was not great but the sexual themes were overpowering to the horny girl. The plot was a simple murder mystery with a healthy dose of almost sex scenes. Amaya had seen more hardcore action in her spam, but today each flash of skin almost drove her over the edge. Amaya kept looking at Chris to see if he was aroused as she was but the normally charming boy was silent and focused on the movie.

There was a scene where the guy poured wine over the shirt of the actress. Her nipples were terribly visible under the shirt and Amaya blushed as she realized that her nipples were far more modest than the ones on the giant screen. Amaya wanted to cross her arms over her large breasts and hide. She also wanted to turn towards Chris and show him how much more abundant hers was compared to the ones on the screen. Torn between conflicting desires, she did nothing.

Later in the movie, the actress went down on the star in a non-explicit but very implied blowjob. Chris was quiet but Amaya was moaning until she realized what she was doing. Her eyes darted down to Chriss crotch and tried to figure out if he had an erection. It was too dark to tell and Amaya had a sudden inspiration of how she could tell for sure. She could just bend down, nuzzle her face against his pants and pry his cock out from under his zipper.

Amaya shook her head and realized she was halfway to touching her own sex. Her hand froze and then she quickly gripped her knee before Chris realized what she was up to. The blowjob continued on the screen while Amaya clenched and squirmed in her seat. She had to climax, she had to suck she just had to do something or else she would die of frustration.

She did nothing.

The plot of the movie picked up and a few bloody murder scenes and some over dramatic tension music threw off Amayas heightened state of desire. Her sex was still soaked and Chriss arm was still giving her chills from the accidental touching, but at least Amaya wasnt jumping Chris over and over in her mind. She took deep breaths and tried to behave herself. If this was some sort of test, Amaya was dedicated to show she could exert iron control over her own body.

She was controlling herself fine until the final scene of the movie. The two main characters stripped down to roll around on a marble floor for one last sex scene before the woman tried to kill the man. Amayas breathing quickened as the woman stripped off her black lace bra and she was moaning again at the broad muscular back of the man.

Amaya might have been able to control herself if Chris hadnt finally moved his hand. Slowly, calmly, inevitably, his hand moved down her chest. Amaya sighed as his arm tightened around her shoulder but she gasped as Chris boldly cupped her breast. His fingers tightened around her breast, squeezing and pulling on her weight. She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together in bliss. Amaya hated the fact that the shirt was between her tit and his hand but she wasnt about to tell Chris what to do now. He groped her in the dark theater and each squeeze sent shockwaves through her body and straight to her sex. For a moment, she thought she might actually climax from having her breast massaged. Amaya dreaded the idea of climaxing in public and yet at the same time, she desperately hoped she would just so she could please this strange man who had captured her sexuality.

When the on screen sex was over, and the actress killed by a predictable twist of events, Chris let go of her breast. Amaya groaned but she didnt complain even though every part of her body wanted to pin his hand back over her breasts, her lips and her sex. The credits rolled and Chris stood up to leave. Confused, Amaya followed him. She was surprised by how weak her knees felt but she followed him as best she could.

What did you think of the movie? Amaya asked.

Oh, it was the worse acting I ever saw! Chris said.

The entire trip back to the dorm, Chris detailed the faults of the movie. He listed all sorts of theatrical terms that meant nothing to Amaya but she nodded anyway. Her date didnt mention the grope so she didnt either. Amaya wanted to scream and find out if he was Wesley and what was the point of all this teasing but of course she didnt. What if her outburst ended the game? She clung to that hope as Chris continued to berate the movie right up to the door to her dorm.

Thanks for the dinner and the movie, Amaya said on the steps.

Youre welcome. I had a great time.

Thats when he kissed her. Amaya actually trembled as his lips touched hers and she moaned when she felt the flash of tongue against her. She opened her mouth to take him in but he moved away. A soft whimper escaped her lips before she could stop herself but he didnt seem to notice.

Do it again soon? Chris asked.

Amaya couldnt speak. Her heart was pounding too hard. She nodded and Chris smiled.

Cool. Ill call you.

Amaya smiled. She was sure of it.

In her room, someone had slipped a manila envelope under the door. It was addressed to her, and said History Notes written on it. She smiled as she recognized Wesleys handwriting and peeked inside. There was six hundred dollars inside, all in twenties. Amaya laughed as she counted the money and resolved to go buy replacements for the underwear she left behind today. Inside was a note, typed on plain white paper.

Very good, Amaya. Tomorrow you will need to be in your dorm building at noon. Also, I would appreciate it if you didnt masturbate tonight.

Amaya sat down on her bed and thought about her day. Her sex was molten hot. There was no sign of Helen and being Saturday night, Amaya didnt expect to see her till late. All day she had daydreamed about the sweet release that would come tonight, but now Wesley had commanded her not to. No, he hadnt commanded it, he had simply said he would appreciate it if she didnt. It wasnt another game of his. It was just his desire.

She moaned and leaned back on her bed. It wasnt fair! She was ready to cum now. Why would he request such a thing? Did he have something big planned for tomorrow? Was this just a mind game? Amaya was so confused by her suspicions over Chris and so horny from the game of clenching, that she didnt know what to think anymore.

She let loose scream of frustration that she quickly choked off. The walls were too thin for such hysterics. Frustrated, horny and a little pissed off, Amaya stripped off all her clothes and put on her nightgown. She thought Wesleys request was cruel but the girl couldnt bring herself to refuse his request.

Amaya turned out the light and crawled into bed. She tried to ignore the burning need between her legs with little success. Wesley had requested her to be near a specific spot tomorrow and every time that had happened so far, Amaya ended up having the best sex of her life. As she bit down on her pillow in frustration, she could only hope that tomorrow would be worth it.



Part 6

Dreams were cruel sometimes. Amaya dreamed of fucking in a movie theater. Sometimes she was screwing Chris, gripping his short blonde hair as he thrust inside her and other times it was a mysterious masked man that she knew was Wesley. Both fucked her hard, both made her do nasty things but neither of them would let her cum.

Amaya awoke to the sound of her own moaning. It was Sunday morning, and she was hornier than she was when she went to bed. Across from her, Rick slept with the blankets pulled down to his waist. His broad chest was bare and Amaya could see how nicely defined he was in the early morning light. She put on her glasses and stared at Rick for a few minutes. Her hand went between her thighs before she realized what she was doing. The horny girl groaned and got out of bed. The only thing that would fix this would be a cold shower.

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As she rose out of bed, Rick stirred in his sleep. His head turned towards her and Amaya froze. It looked like he was asleep, but in the back of Amayas aroused mind, she was wondered if he was sneaking a peek at her. Amaya frowned. Her nightgown was pretty unattractive on her, and she had selected it because the thick material gave her some privacy in the small room. No, she wasnt the kind of morning beauty that would attract a guy like Rick. She grabbed her towel and shampoo and headed for the showers.

The cold shower helped chill Amaya's physical needs, but emotionally, she was still distraught. She took an extra long time lathering her body as she thought the last few days through. It was maddening. First Wesley said that the tasks would get harder after she was spanked but yesterday he only asked her to clench when his phone rang. There was no proof, no way to know if she actually did them. Amaya wouldnt consider cheating at this point, but she was concerned by his lack of concern. Was he getting bored? Did she do something wrong and now hes giving her easy tasks?

Then there was the matter of Chris. If Chris was Wesley, then it was clear that he couldnt demand anything more out of her than clenching if he was to keep the illusion. But if that was true, then why didnt Chris take more liberties with her? Just a single kiss and a long breast grope during the movie. Amaya squirmed in the shower as she thought about his hand, his lips and those pretty eyes. After being ignored by her old boyfriend, it was heaven to be felt up in a dark room again. It made her feel wanted and alive.

She took her time washing her hair. It was amazing how fast her world had changed in so few days. When Wesley first started, Amaya had entered every game with hesitation. Now she found herself hoping they would never end. Amaya knew she was lonely and she knew that Wesley had come into her life at just the right time to capture her imagination. She realized that she was playing a dangerous game considering that he was a total stranger, but it was so much more exciting than being alone.

Of course, there was now Chris. As she washed out the shampoo, she realized that she had been assuming he was Wesley. What if he wasnt? What if he was just a normal handsome guy and she was screwing up her first college romance by playing kinky games? The water was already chilling her body but Amaya had fresh shivers at the idea. Maybe she should stop now and take the money she had already won.

Amaya groaned and banged her head lightly against the shower wall. She knew she should stop with Wesley right now but she couldnt deny how exciting he was. Chris was exciting too, but what she had with Wesley was unique. She didnt want to give either up, but if they werent the same person, then how could she possibly keep them apart?

Fuck it! Amaya yelled in the empty showers. God, she was so damn confused! This mess was better than being alone but it was also ten times more stressful. Amaya just wanted to zone out and forget about her boy troubles for a day. She knew that Wesley wanted her to be near her dorm around noon but until then, she was claiming the rest of the day for herself.

She turned off the shower feeling really proud. It was a minor rebellion, but it made her feel in charge of her life. She wasnt even going to think about Chris or Wesley today. Amaya was going to blow some of her earned money and have some fun for a change.

Amaya returned to her room and walked in to find Rick and Helen screwing. Rick was on top and Amaya got a perfect view of his muscular ass clenching and unclenching as he fucked the blonde underneath. Neither of them noticed her at first and Amaya was too hypnotized by the carnal sight to say anything.

What the fuck are you looking at? Helen snapped. Get out of here!

Still in shock, Amaya started to leave before her indignation kicked in. I just got out of the shower. And its my room too. Just wait till I get some clothes on. 

Rick turned his head at the mention of the shower and he outright leered at her in her nightgown. Helen slapped his arm and made him look at her. As a concession to modesty, Rick pulled the bed covers over them. Amaya returned the favor by opened her closet door and changing behind it.

Amayas cheeks burned as she heard the bedsprings creak behind her. They were still fucking! Her roommate had no respect for her at all! By the slow way the springs were creaking, Amaya could tell they were fucking slower than what they were doing before, but she was still offended. She quickly changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. When she was done, she could hear the Helen groaning from Ricks thrusts. Amaya couldnt help notice that Helens groans were much louder than what she did when she thought Amaya was asleep. She blushed even more as she realized that maybe being there was turning Helen on!

She grabbed her paints and the drawing board on her way out. Amaya slammed the door behind her. Several girls yelled at Amaya from their rooms but she didnt care. This was her day and she was going to enjoy it no matter what.

The bad mood she was in was gone by the time she ate breakfast. She went down the street to Mcdonalds and had a terribly unhealthy breakfast. It tasted great. Her weeks of starving had given her a new appreciation for breakfast and with a purse full of money, Amaya wasnt going to hold back. She ate pancakes, scrambled eggs, some bacon, hash browns and even went back to get an extra egg muffin.

Amaya looked at her empty tray and worried briefly about her weight. Even without a scale Amaya knew she had to have lost a few pounds during her no-food stretch. She was still a little round in the middle and she wasnt comfortable with the way her ass was so exposed by her thongs. Some of the weight had been lost though, and she wondered if she should cut back on her eating to keep those pounds off.

Fuck it. Not today.

After breakfast, Amaya walked back to the campus and stopped at the commons. It was a nice open space with plenty of park benches. She broke out her art supplies and noticed that it was already pretty warm today. It gave her plenty of sunlight but she worried about how the heat might affect her painting. Oh well. She wasnt drawing to make something perfect; she was just drawing for fun.

It had been a while since she had painted and it was slow going at first. Amaya tried to paint the building that she had biology in, but she just couldnt settle on a color to start with. On her third try, Amaya realized she was stalling. It wasnt about picking the right color, it was about making that first stroke of the brush and having to live with it. There were no erasers in painting, and Amayas confidence had been worn away in the last few weeks by hunger, Helen and the uncertainty of her financial aid.

She took a deep breath and painted a line on the page. It wasnt a great line but she kept painting. Amaya fleshed out the building and almost quit three more times. It wasnt going to be perfect and it took everything she had to push past that. Life wasnt perfect. Her love life certainly wasnt. Her roommate wasnt. Her damn late financial aid wasnt perfect. The painting could stand to be imperfect and so could Amaya.

One crappy science building later, Amaya relaxed into her hobby. She painted a few more landscapes. As the sun climbed higher and Amaya got hotter, she switched out the paints and drew with the pencils. A few quick sketches of other students on the commons soothed her completely. There were a few students that she wouldnt mind drawing more of, but she wasnt about to approach strangers today. This was her day.

As much as she wanted to ignore everyone else in the world today, she was always aware of the clock. Noon was approaching and Amaya couldnt help wondering what task Wesley would ask for today. He specified a location, which he only did once before when he had her masturbate in the theater. Course, the theater location was just another reason to suspect Chris. Amaya tried to not speculate as she drew, but it kept creeping back into her thoughts.

With thirty minutes to go before noon, Amaya sketched a nearby student as if he were nude. When she realized what she was doing, she blushed and turned the page over. The fact that he had the same blond hair as Chris only made her blush more.

At twenty minutes to noon, Amaya stared at a jogging female student and flashed back to that first day when Wesley made her run from one end of the campus to another. She watched the womans bouncy chest and wondered if she was wearing a bra, and if she wasnt, did that mean Wesley had other girls he talked to? Amaya shook that paranoid fantasy out of her head. Good grief, she was getting jealous of a guy who made her masturbate over the phone.

When it was quarter to noon, Amaya checked her watch six times in two minutes. She realized it was pointless to draw any longer. The approaching deadline was obsessing her. Her body was beginning to tingle and her nipples were so very hard. Amaya was turned on and it was even time yet. She packed her supplies and headed back to her dorm.

It was a hot afternoon. Sweat had trickled into itchy places and Amaya wished she had returned sooner so she could have taken a shower. As she climbed the steps back to her room, she hoped that Wesley wasnt planning on any personal appearances today. It would be just her to luck to meet her benefactor the day she was steaming in her own sweat.

Helen was in their room, talking on the phone. The blonde frowned at the sight of her roommate and tried to wave her out of the room. Amaya sighed and dropped off her stuff and walked back into the hall. Helen could be weirdly shy when it came to talking on the phone. Amaya knew she should have stayed and made a stand but she was too relaxed. Besides, let Helen have her call. Amaya was getting a call ten times as good in just a few minutes.

The cell phone rang while Amaya was at the water fountain. She took another swallow before answering it. The painting and sketching had done her some good, and she was very relaxed despite the undeniable excitement that was bubbling just beneath her surface. Amaya felt in control for the first time since this game began.

Hello Amaya, did you not masturbate like I asked?

Amaya shivered despite the heat. Just like that, he asked such an intimate question. His southern accent washed over her and tensed those places she thought were so relaxed. She swallowed and answered him.

Yes, I didnt do it, she said. She was proud of herself but also shy from saying it in the hallway.

Very good, Wesley said. You are to head towards the stairs at the north end. Thats the staircase closest to the bus stop. Go all the way to the top floor and tell me when you are there.

Okay, Amaya answered. She stayed on the phone as she went to the staircase. Her heart was pounding and not just from the climbing. Wesley had something specific in mind and Amaya knew it was going to be good.

The top floor was a boys floor but the top of the stairs had a padlocked door with the words Roof-Keep out written on it. A guy came into the stairs and Amaya nearly jumped out of her skin. The boy ignored her and went downstairs.

Im there, Amaya said.

Good. The door should be chained with a padlock. If you check, the padlock is actually open.

It is, Amaya whispered.

Make sure no one is looking, and go through the door, Wesley instructed.

Amaya didnt even hesitate. Pausing only long enough to make sure she was alone, she opened the door and closed it quickly behind her. The heat outside was like an oven and the smell of tar was pretty strong. It was pretty unpleasant but not nearly as bad as the sight that was waiting for her.

Ten feet away from the door was a cage. It was about four feet high and just as wide. Next to it was a plastic crate. The cage bars were thin but she knew it would be solid. On the door of the cage was a strange device that she couldnt guess the purpose of.

Im on the roof, Amaya told Wesley.

Excellent. Now strip off your clothes and put them in the bin I placed for you. Theres a heavy book in the crate to help weigh down your clothes.

Amaya swallowed. My clothes? All of them?

Certainly all of them, Wesley said.

She swallowed again. Her shirt was first and she was actually relieved to remove that sweaty piece of clothing. She kicked off her shoes next and unzipped her pants. It felt innately wrong to strip in such bright sunlight but at the same time, it was freeing to be nearly naked where no one could see. It took more courage to remove her bra and panties, but Amaya stripped them off and dropped them in the crate. The book was a dictionary and it made an excellent weight.

Im done, Amaya said. She couldnt quite bring herself to say naked.

You know what to do next, dont you Amaya? Wesley said. I can picture you looking at the cage. I imagine you are a little worried.

I am, Amaya said. Do you want me to get into the cage?

Yes I do, Wesley said. Will you do it? Or will you gather your clothes and end the game now?

What happens when I get in the cage? Amaya asked.

Tsk, tsk, Wesley corrected. There are no negotiations or hints in this game. The only thing you need to know is that I want you to get into that cage. Now, will you crawl in, taking the phone with you?

Amaya looked down on the cage. The bottom was a piece of plastic that covered the bottom. She touched the thin metal bars and they were very hot from the sun. There was a simple latch on the door but she couldnt tell what the big metal box that was attached to the door was supposed to do. The cage scared her and every smart part of her mind knew it was foolish to willingly place herself somewhere she might not be able to escape.

Fuck, Amaya whispered and Wesley didnt answer. Moving quickly before she changed her mind, Amaya swung open the door and crawled into the cage. The plastic was searing hot on her hands and knees. She closed the door behind her and tried to get comfortable. The warm bars and hot plastic seemed to touch her everywhere no matter how much she squirmed.

Im in it, Amaya said.

Now we can truly play, Wesley said. The rules are simple. For the rest of the hour, you will stay in this cage. You may have noticed the contraption on the door. Its a light sensor and it will let me know if the door is opened. If the door opens, I will terminate our game. If you dont want to hold on to the door the whole hour, I recommend you use the hook to latch it shut.

Amaya saw that there was another hook on her side of the door. She didnt want to do it, but Amaya rationalized that it would be easy to unlock again. The hook was tight but she slid it in.

I locked it, Amaya said.

Good, now we wait.

Amaya sighed. Part of her had hoped that this was just the start of something more intimate. Instead, it looked like he really intended to just keep her here. She sat her full weight down on the plastic and hissed as she adjusted to the heat.

It is quite hot today, isnt it? Wesley asked.

Yes, she answered. Whats the point of this? Is this some kind of endurance test like a sweatbox?

Wesley laughed and Amaya hated how his sexy voice affected her right now. She wanted to hate him for this whole cage business.

A sweatbox, now thats an idea, Wesley said. No, I prefer cages. Theres something about the sight of a woman restrained on all four sides. Theres just enough freedom to move and mope, but not escape. Its quite frustrating.

Amaya groaned. It was. She was already antsy, wanting to stretch out her legs or stand up. Her whole body was sweaty and no matter where she moved or how she shifted, she just couldnt escape the layer of sweat clinging to her body.

She looked at her surroundings and noticed that there was another dorm higher than hers. It was on the other side of the campus but she couldnt shake the feeling that maybe someone there could see her. What if some guy had binoculars? Worse, what if he had a camera?

When she explained these concerns to Wesley, he laughed.

Its possible, he said. You have to wonder what they would think at the sight of you. Especially if they saw you strip first. They would be wondering if you lost your mind.

Amaya was wondering the same thing herself. The smell of the tar on the roof was making her nose itch. Her body was hot and sticky all over and she was feeling very vulnerable in the cage. The sweat was so bad, Amayas glasses kept slipping down her nose. She kept crossing her arms over her breasts to try to hide them but it seemed pointless since she was butt-naked.

Why did you ask me to not masturbate? Amaya asked.

Oh, because I was curious if you would, Wesley said. Tell me Amaya, why didnt you? You must have been terribly horny.

Amaya blushed. I was. But you asked me. I wanted to see why.

Ah, you were hoping I was setting you up for more pleasure.

Yes, Amaya sighed. It seemed silly now. She was anything but turned on now. The cage was humiliating and being so hot was just making her cranky.

When I asked you not to masturbate, I was asking you to disobey your body in favor of me. Right now, my cock is very hard because I am picturing you last night. You had clenched over a hundred times and your pussy was dying to be fucked. Instead of fucking yourself, instead of plunging that dildo into yourself, you decided to suffer. That turns me on.

Now, this is the question that I want you to think about, but not answer me today, Wesley continued. Does it make you happier to have a great orgasm that curls your toes, or does it make you happier to do something unpleasant that turns me on?

Amaya didnt have an answer. If he had asked yesterday, she would have picked making him happy. Right now, she wouldnt say that. The sun was directly over her and there was next to no breeze even on the roof. She was sweating, naked in a cage like some sort of dog. Was it worth it to make Wesley happy? Why wasnt he concerned about her happiness?

The door to the roof opened. Amaya sat in stark terror as one of the dorm janitors walked out onto the roof. She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest and pulled them tight against her. For a brief moment she considered running out of the cage but the idea of getting out of the cage butt-naked froze her in place.

Hey now, what do we have here? the janitor said. He was like all the school janitors; an older black man who spoke in a thick Southern drawl that was as difficult to interpret as some of Amayas overseas relatives. Grinning ear to ear, he walked towards her cage while lighting up a cigarette.

Oh god, theres someone here, Amaya whispered into the phone. Its a janitor! What do I do?

Wesley was painfully calm. Sit up straight and hope he doesnt open the cage door. If he does, its game over.

Amaya couldnt believe it. He wanted her to keep playing the game! She was more worried about being expelled. How the fuck was she going to explain why she was naked in a cage on a roof? What would she tell her parents when they found out?

She decided to ignore Wesleys advice about sitting up straight and kept her knees pulled up. Amaya did offer a smile. The janitor smiled back as he smoked.

Crazy kids, he muttered. This some kind of sorority thing?

Amaya nodded with enthusiasm. Great! He created her alibi!

The guy laughed and shook his head. Not exactly legal you know? You could get in a lot of trouble for being out here.

He walked around to behind Amaya and she gritted her teeth. The old man was going to check out her ass! She debated moving to always face him, but that would mean not covering herself. Amaya wasnt about to give him any more peeks than he was already getting!

A whistle behind her told Amaya that he liked what he saw. She blushed furiously and clung to her cell phone. Wesley wasnt talking to her, but she could barely hear him talking to someone else. What? Did he have another call? Amaya needed him now.

Dont be shy, the janitor, said when he walked back around to her front. I aint telling anyone. You kids are always doing something silly. Youre just lucky Im so understanding.

Amaya could only nod. She couldnt find her voice at all. Her chest felt like it was about to explode. Inexplicably, she was also getting wet. What the Hell did that say about her?

The old man took a drag on his cigarette and looked at her. Youre a little bigger than what most sororities take in. Now dont get offended, I like a little meat on a woman. Seeing how Im being so understanding, why dont you open up your legs a little bit and let me see you better?

Amayas eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically.

Ah, dont be like that, the older man said. Youre safe and tucked in that cage. Not like I can touch you. Be a good girl and give an old man a look.

Amayas stomach twisted with conflicting emotions. She was mortally terrified at the idea of exposing herself, but she just wanted this guy to go ahead and leave. He hadnt threatened to tell anyone, but she could easily see him doing it if he got pissed off. Wesley was still talking to someone else and Amaya didnt know if he heard the request or not.

Fuck it.

The caged girl parted her knees until she realized she was opening her pussy as well as her thighs. She quickly put her knees as far down as the cage would allow and tried to sit Indian style. Her arms were more difficult to place but in the end she just rested them on her knees.

The janitors eyes flicked between her tits and her sex. He grinned and whistled again. Amaya sat still as he moved from side to side, trying to admire her from all angles.

You are really stacked, he commented.

Thank you, was the only thing Amaya could think to say. On her phone, Wesley was quiet except for his soft breathing.

Just when Amaya was getting comfortable, the janitor started stroking himself. Her eyes snapped away from the sight of his hand massaging his pants and stared out into space. The man laughed at her.

A shy one? he asked. You aint shy. You just dont want to be naked for an old coot like me.

Amaya didnt say anything and the man laughed again.

Thats all right, my break is nearly over. If your friends want to put any more naked pledges up here, go right ahead. Ill be sure to keep an eye out!

The caged girl let out a sigh of relief when she heard the roof door slam shut. Wesley chuckled at her sigh and Amaya felt a flash of anger within her. Did he have any idea how scary that was?

Im glad you found it funny, she snapped. I might have been expelled!

Wesleys chuckling stopped. Not a chance. I had a man waiting outside the door, ready to offer a substantial bribe for his silence. If he refused, then you would have been instructed to leave immediately and the cage would have been disposed off. There was no danger except for a temporary embarrassment. I take care of those who play my games.

Oh, Amaya said. She was really conflicted now. Her heart was pounding too hard to think clearly. Should she be mad or should she just trust this man shes never met?

Answer me this though, Wesley said. Are you wet?

Amaya laughed at the absurdity of the question while she touched herself. Fuck! She was wet!

Y-y-yes, Amaya stuttered.

I know this exercise is unpleasant for you, but I think you like the excitement. You were just looked at by a total stranger. Youre in a hot cage on top of a dorm filled with people who would love to see you right now. Youre hot, scared and a little frantic and right now, a good fuck would do you some good. Is that true?

I dont know, Amaya said. She honestly didnt. It was hot, and it was scary and she was turned on. Underneath all those emotions, Amaya couldnt decide which ones to accept or reject. It was too much to process.

Well, we have time to think about it, Wesley said. About thirty minutes worth I believe.

She groaned. Thirty more minutes in this cage? The cage creaked as she shifted and moved around. It took her a moment to realize she was almost pacing the small cage on all fours.

Or we could find out just by sliding one of your fingers in your pussy, Wesley offered.

Amaya moaned. Yes, she said.

Then do it, Wesley said and this time his tone was so hard and unyielding that Amaya moaned again.

Her finger slipped right in, deep and so very hot. Amaya gripped the phone tightly as her other hand gave her pleasure. She was so wet, and she was so ashamed by how badly she wanted to come despite the harshness of this game.

I take it you are wet?

Yes, Amaya groaned.

Then fuck yourself Amaya, Wesley said. Fuck yourself in my cage.

There was no conflict or indecision for Amaya now. She plunged her finger into her sex and gave her herself the fucking she wanted. The hot bars of the cage stung her back but Amaya didnt care. She spread her legs and braced her feet against the opposite side as she masturbated. The sound of her finger sliding in and out of her pussy was so loud to and lewd but she kept pumping.

Wesley was quiet but Amaya could hear her own ragged breathing on the phone. It was ridiculous but here she was, masturbating like mad, naked inside a cage. Images raced through her mind, each flashing and being replaced before she could register them. She pictured Wesley masturbating as he listened, she imagined Chris between her legs, and she even visualized the janitor, whacking off and his seed falling through the bars onto her.

Im coming! Amaya shouted. It hit her so fast! Her feet kicked against the bars while her body shook all over. She was in such a state of bliss that even her sweat felt good. For one perfect second, her climax had transported her from all her troubles and ethical dilemmas.

That bliss faded all too quickly.

Oh God, I came hard, Amaya said.

You did, Wesley agreed.

I am so sticky all over.

Wesley laughed. Now youre just teasing me.

Amaya giggled with him. Youre the one who put me in a cage!

Yes I did, Wesley said. And it brought me great pleasure.

Maybe it was the afterglow of the orgasm, but Amaya felt a tremendous amount of pride at bringing Wesley pleasure. It made the whole experience worth it. She knew she should have been upset a guy who put her in such a helpless situation, but she couldnt find the anger. Amaya was just proud to have made him happy.

Ive enjoyed talking to you Amaya but I think you need to spend the rest of the hour to yourself, Wesley said.

Amaya groaned. Please dont go.

Oh I wont be far. There are many, many more games to play.

The phone went dead and Amaya groaned louder. Now what? She shifted in the hot cage and tried to get comfortable. The smell of pussy was not mixed with the smell of the tar. There was no breeze and she had a sudden craving for a soda.

For the next twenty or so minutes, Amaya sulked. At one point she kicked the cage but then worried if it would upset the light sensor on the door. She debated every word Wesley said to her, and tried to figure out any hidden meanings. Of course she debated the Chris possibility and tried to mentally compare voices.

At some points, she was just bored, hot and annoyed.

Her phone rang but this time, it was just a text message telling her that her hour was up. It also told her to look inside the dictionary for her money. That was it.

Amaya wasted no time. She crawled out of the cage and ran towards her clothes. Her limbs were sore but she got dressed in record time. The dictionary had fifty-dollar bills taped on separate pages. She counted up the seven hundred dollars and whistled. Amaya blushed when she recognized the whistle as being the same as what the janitor said to her earlier.

There was no one in the stairwell and Amaya quickly headed downstairs. She was exhausted emotionally and it was a great relief to find her room empty of Helen. The tired girl opened the first of three cans of soda she had bought from the hallway vending machines and took a deep sip. That was when she noticed her fingers smelled of pussy.

What the hey, I could do with another cold shower, she grumbled.



Part 7

Some nights were more miserable than others. The heat in the dorm only abated slightly at nights. The flimsy shades did little to keep out the powerful orange floodlights outside. Amaya had brought her pillow from home but it didnt make up for the hardness of her university issued bed. Sleeping was a constant struggle.

Then there was the complication of Amayas roommate, Helen. During the week, Helen would arrive late at night, waking Amaya up from whatever hard fought sleep she had managed to get. She always brought her boyfriend, and more times than not, they would fuck before settling down. These messy fucks in the not quite darkness always aroused Amaya and left her frustrated. She often cursed them under her breath for keeping her awake but she never gave voice to the anger she felt over not having a boyfriend of her own.

This is why Amaya was looking forward to Sunday night. Surely, not even Helen and her bar hopping could find a place to get drunk on Sunday night. Amaya looked forward to an entire night of sleep. No drunken fumbling with the door to scare her, no messy sex to make her feel lonely, just eight solid hours of sleep.

Helen found new ways to surprise her. At two forty-five, Helen banged on the door, yelling for Amaya to open up because she couldnt get the key in the door. Rick had an off-campus friend who invited them to a Sunday party. The two were twice as wasted as usual and they couldnt stop giggling when Amaya let them in. They smelled of smoke and something else twice as acrid. Rick thanked her for letting them in while Helen grabbed Ricks ass.

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Amaya crawled into bed and tried to shut out the sounds of the couple across the room. Tonight they were far more vocal. Helen told Rick to give it to her while Rick called her a sexy girl. It took them nearly an hour to finish before they both collapsed into even louder snores.

In her bed, Amaya was near tears. She was exhausted and she felt so out of control. It was just like the cage earlier today when the janitor looked at her and she was helpless to stop him. There was nothing she could do about Helen and her damned boyfriend who was so fucking hot except for the fact that he fucked Helen. Why did she keep getting into these situations? When was she going to have control again?

Depressed and unhappy, Amaya went back to sleep.

She was awoken again but this time it was Helen yelling at her to answer her phone. Amaya squinted at her clock as she picked her phone up. It was a quarter after four. What was Wesley calling at this hour?

Hello? she whispered.

Amaya, good. I was afraid you would miss the call and the game would have ended. Wesley sounded disturbingly awake.

Wait a second, let me get in the hall. My roommate and her boyfriend are sleeping.

Amaya grabbed her glasses and stepped out into the hallway. The entire dorm was eerily quiet. It was easy to believe she was the only person awake in the world. Well, except for Wesley.

Your roommates boyfriend is spending the night? Wesley asked.

Yes, she answered after yawning. He comes over every night. Usually drunk and loud.

I see, Wesley said. And I assume you dont like this?

Course I do, Amaya snapped. I love waking up in the middle of the night. I love hearing them fuck. What the hell would I need a nights sleep for?

Amaya froze with fear. Fuck! She just mouthed off to Wesley!

Luckily, he chuckled. Then why dont you ask her not to?

Amayas stomach twisted. I should, she admitted. But Helen would just cal me jealous. Besides, they have no where else to fuck.

Amaya, listen to me, Wesley said. You have a remarkably submissive personality. You obey wonderfully but you dont have to obey everyone. Youll be a lot happier once you start being more selective to who you submit to.

She swallowed. Im not submissive. I just like playing these games, you know? And I can use the money.

I have little interest in debate, Amaya, Wesley said. Besides, were wasting valuable time. I had a game in mind for you but now I think I would rather you took advantage of your situation. Tell me, does Rick sleep against the wall or near the edge of the bed?

The edge, Amaya answered. Her heart was doing that familiar racing again. It was a mixture of fear and arousal and although she dreaded what Wesley was going to say next, she knew she would go along with it.

Good. Quietly as you can, go back into your room and follow my instructions.

She did as he asked. Wide-awake now, her hand trembled when she closed the door. Rick was right where she said he was, sleeping on the edge of the bed.

Is he sleeping on his back? Wesley asked.

Yes, Amaya answered as quietly as possible.

Excellent. Now my non-submissive girl, I want you to very quietly pull up a chair to the bed so you can sit comfortably beside Rick. Place your chair by his hips please.

Amaya bit her lip. She wasnt submissive! The submissive girls in erotica were always these helpless girls who whined and craved abuse. Amaya wasnt like that at all. It was Wesley she craved. It was the excitement of never knowing what was going to happen next that excited her. She was not some wimpy girl who rolled over and did whatever people asked.

She moved her desk chair next to Ricks hips though she knew it was more accurate to call it his crotch. There was no doubt thats why Wesley wanted her here. Helen kept snoring, her back to the rest of the world. Amaya felt an uprising of guilt build in her although she hadnt done anything yet. That guilt was tempered with a desire to do something terribly naughty to pay Helen back for this late nights. Besides, it wasnt Amaya doing this; she was just doing what she had to win tonights game.

Im here, Amaya whispered on her phone.

Now pull back the blankets so you can see his underwear. Whats the boys name again?

Amaya gulped. Rick, she whispered. Answering his question was easy; doing as he asked was not. It was what she expected but to be this close to Helen and her boyfriend was very scary. She lifted the blanket very carefully, terrified that they would awake at any moment.

Underneath the blankets, Rick wore simple white briefs. There was a large wet spot visible even in the dim light. It was centered on the top of his bulge and Amaya wondered if it was semen or Helen that stained his underwear.

Once you have the blankets pulled down, I want you to fish his cock out of his underwear. Let me know when you have it exposed.

Oh God, Amaya thought. She looked at his tight underwear and tried to figure out how to do what he asked. It didnt occur to her to refuse. Amaya tried to tug the waistband down but it was too tight. She swallowed hard and stared at his crotch. After a moment, she realized the side of his underwear was pretty loose. Amaya slid the underwear sideways to reveal Ricks cock and balls. The smell of sex was stronger now and Amaya felt the heat rush to her own sex.

Its out, Amaya whispered.

Use your mouth and get your hand nice and slick, Wesley instructed.

Here it comes. Amaya knew Helen would kill her if she woke up but Amaya couldnt resist the chance. She stuck her tongue out and licked her hand in one long swipe. It tickled her palm and she wasnt nearly wet enough. Amaya took a minute to really get her hand wet, licking and coating her hand with as much spit as possible. She knew that Wesley was listening to every wet sound; his low moans were very audible in the quiet dorm. Amaya smiled.

My hand is wet, Amaya whispered. She knew what he would ask her next but she wanted him to say it. She wanted to hear his request and have her excuse to do what she was dreaming about doing anyway.

Now stroke Rick off. Get him hard and get him off.

Yes, Amaya sighed. There was no question now. Amaya HAD to do it. For eight hundred dollars and another successful game, she had to stroke off her roommates boyfriend. The finality of his command erased all further doubt.

His cock was already wet when she touched him. Amaya realized it was still slick from being inside Helen. It made her smile. She lifted his limp cock and wrapped her fingers around his length. Even limp he was a little large. Amaya grinned wickedly in the darkness. There was more than enough to share.

She stroked him. Rick continued to snore and his snores mixed with Helens. His cock grew warmer in her hand and started to throb. Stroke by stroke, it grew harder in her hand. It took everything she had to just not squeeze him and truly enjoy his girth. Amaya sighed. She really needed to get laid by someone.

Wesley said nothing but Amaya knew he was there. Her attention was split between the hot cock in her hand and the sexy demanding man on the other end of the phone. As she stroked Rick, she wondered if Wesley was stroking himself. She hoped he was.

Her hand got dry and she had to get it slick again. This time when she licked her hand, it tasted like cock. She rolled that sweaty flavor in her mouth and sighed. It had been far too long since she had a real cock. Wesley groaned again while she licked her fingers and she enjoyed knowing he was groaning for her. Amaya hoped she teased him as much as his games teased her.

She returned to stroking Rick and she enjoyed the feeling of flesh back in her hand. Amaya could get used to this. Her old boyfriend used to ask for handjobs, but as they moved on to outright sex, there was little need for her hands. It was a shame. Amaya liked the way she held a mans attention she had him by the cock. She also liked touching and feeling the cock, something you cant do as minutely when it is being rammed inside you.

Amayas daydreams were interrupted by the sound of a moan. At first she thought it was Wesley but with dawning horror, she realized it was coming from Rick! He had stopped snoring and now his eyes were open. She froze in mid stroke, not sure what to do.

She must have gasped because Wesley asked her what was wrong.

Ricks awake, she whispered. Her hand was still around his cock. It throbbed in her grip.

Give the phone to Rick, Wesley said.

Amaya did as he asked, passing the phone to Rick. The confused guy took the phone and listened to whatever Wesley had to say. After a minute, he passed the phone back to Amaya. He was grinning ear to ear.

Keep jerking him off, Wesley said. That was it.

Well, there was no point arguing. Amaya returned to stroking him. This time Rick moved with her, pushing and pulling with her grip. It was certainly more entertaining for Amaya. She could squeeze harder now and really enjoy the feel of his cock. He was thrusting his hips with her strokes now. They worked well together and Amaya couldnt help imagining how nicely they would fuck.

Rick wasnt content to just lay there. He reached up and pressed his hand against Amayas nightgown. She groaned as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently. His finger found her nipple and gave it a tiny pinch. She moaned in response and Wesley just chuckled.

Give Rick long strokes, Wesley instructed. All the way down to the bottom of his cock and then back up to his tip. Cap your thumb over his cock head and let it slide down when your hand moves down.

Yes, Amaya whispered. Whether in agreement or compliance, not even Amaya was sure.

She cried out when Rick squeezed hard on her breast. He quickly let go and Amaya was a little disappointed. She liked it but he misinterpreted her cry. Amaya wished he would do it again but what was she going to do, make requests?

His hand moved down to her legs and Amaya didnt even think. She just parted her thighs and his hand slipped right under her gown. As she kept stroking him, Ricks hand touched her thong. This time she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. He explored a little, touching here and touching there against the thin fabric of her thong. The heat between her thighs was incredible. Amaya felt her sex was in danger of burning Ricks fingers. Why doesnt he just pull the material aside and plunge in there?

As if reading her mind, Rick whispered, Can I?

Amaya swallowed. It was up to her. She almost said yes but she looked over at Helen. The blonde was still asleep but for how long? What if Amaya moaned too loudly and woke her up? What if Helen could somehow smell Amaya on Ricks fingers? Then Amaya remembered what Wesley had said about being more selective. She shook her head no.

Rick sighed but then groaned as Amayas fist tightened around him. He clenched all over, from her bending knees to his retreating fingers between Amayas thighs. It was time.

Amaya watched as Ricks cock ejaculated. It didnt explode or send cum flying everywhere. It just spilled fluid from the tip. The cum flowed down over Amayas hand and she was struck by how hot it was. She had forgotten how warm it could be. The cum mixed with her spit into a big sticky mess. She kept stroking though while Rick gritted his teeth.

He came, Amaya whispered.

Good, you have delighted me again, Wesley said.

Amaya giggled. I think I delighted Rick.

Wesley groaned. Some day soon, youre going to do the exact same thing for me.

She got a little light headed. Okay was all she could get out.

Enjoy the rest of your day, Amaya. Oh, and take the bus to the mall today and really spend some of your money, okay?

Umm, all right, she said and then he hung up.

That was a strange request. But compared to sitting here with Ricks wilting cock and her cum soaked-hand, it wasnt that odd. Amaya put down her phone and looked at Rick. He was watching her intently. What had Wesley said to him?

That was nice, he said.

Amaya giggled. Im glad you liked it.

She pulled her hand away and wasnt sure what to do with it. Even in the dim light, Amaya could tell her hand was glistening. What was the etiquette in this situation? Was it rude to just wipe it off right away? Was she supposed to be happy with having a fist full of come?

Here, use her bedsheet, Rick said.

Amaya liked that idea. She grabbed the corner of Helens sheet and just rubbed her hand all over it. First she jerked off Helens boyfriend and now shes leaving a mess on Helens bed. Amaya was feeling downright evil. She liked it.

I guess I should get back into my bed, Amaya said.

Rick nodded. Maybe next time I can do something for you.

Amaya blushed. Maybe, she said.

She put the chair back and crawled into bed. The clock depressed her, telling her she barely had a couple of hours before she needed to get up. Amaya sighed. She was already exhausted and now she was horny too. If she masturbated, would she get any sleep at all?

Amaya fell asleep before she could decide. The alarm woke her back up and when she turned it off, she noticed her hand still smelled like cum. Rick and Helen were still asleep. Was it Amaya's imagination or was Rick smiling in his sleep?

On her way to the showers, Amaya saw that another manila envelope had been slipped under the door. It was addressed to her. She snatched it up and took it with her to the shower stall. Amaya stripped out of her clothes before opening the envelope, although she wasnt consciously aware of doing so.

Inside was eight hundred dollars in a large stack of twenties. The sheer volume of cash was overwhelming. She didnt have a wallet big enough to hold that much cash. This amount alone could hold her over for food until the financial aid came in. Add it to the amount she already had, what couldnt she do if she wanted it?

There was also a note.

Dear Amaya,

This morning was not planned but we were both able to adapt. It was exciting to hear you masturbate a stranger, and it made me think of how it will be if you were masturbating me.

I will not call on you again till tomorrow. Once again, I suggest you take the local university bus to the mall. Spend some of that money and enjoy your victories.

Wesley.

Amaya read the letter several times before stepping under the hot water. When she lathered up, she couldnt help think about how creamy her hand felt after jerking Rick off. Rick suggested her wanted to do something with her; Amaya couldnt believe he was willing to cheat on beautiful Helen. It made Amaya feel sexy and desirable on a very lustful level; like being with Chris.

Thoughts of Chris made her groan. He hadnt called yesterday, well unless he was Wesley. But if he were Wesley, would he really have him masturbate his roommates boyfriend? For some reason, Amaya preferred to think of Chris keeping her to his self. She remembered the way he groped her breast and the way he kissed her. It was hard for her to imagine Chris sharing her tits with someone else but that might just be the romantic in her.

On the other hand, what if Chris wasnt Wesley? If that was the case, why hadnt he called? She gave him her dorm phone number but Helens answering machine didnt have any messages from Chris. Did Amaya do something wrong? Maybe he didnt like the way she kissed!

Amaya groaned as she stuck her head under the showerhead. This is what she liked about Wesley; there was no ambiguity with him. He liked to push her. He liked to see how far she would go. Wesley will call tomorrow, and the next day and the day after that as long as Amaya could keep up with him. That was comforting to know.

Rick and Helen were still asleep when she got back to her dorm. Now that she was a little more awake, Amaya had a sudden fear of Helen discovering what had happened. Scenarios where Helen confronted Amaya ran through the frightened girls mind. It was all too easy to imagine Helen finding out from Rick and then yelling at Amaya. She didnt really know what Helen would do if she found out but she was in no hurry to find out. For this reason, Amaya gathered all the things she would need today. Her books, her purse and anything else that would let her avoid coming home all day long.

Classes went well that day though Amaya was having a harder and harder time concentrating. She found herself completely lost in Economics class far more often than what was usual. In Biology, she completely gave up on taking notes and wrote down a list of things she wanted to buy today. By the time World History rolled around, Amaya was looking up at the clock every two minutes. The money was obsessing her, which after her past week over obsessing about sex and guys, it was a nice change of pace.

She debated going by her room to drop off her books but Amaya chickened out. Helen could be there. Helen could know by now. Helen could be plotting something really really really mean any moment now.

Amaya carried her very heavy backpack onto the bus and into the mall. There, she managed to forget Helen as she explored the various stores. The clothing stores were useless as none of them catered to her size. She did manage to find a nice purse and a better wallet at Sears. Amaya also blew some money buying nice sneakers and some dress shoes. It was odd to buy shoes so expensive that her mother would freak, but that only made it more fun. Amaya never had much of a shoe fetish like other girls but she was starting to appreciate the possibilities. Maybe it was just the infusion of money that made it more fun.

She ate dinner at the mall food court; delighting in the ability to eat over priced food. As she ate, Amaya realized she could buy a few appliances if she needed to. She went right back to Sears and bought herself a small microwave. It was pretty heavy but Amaya liked the idea of being able to actually warm up a can of soup if she wanted. Now she just needed dishes . . .

By the time the mall closed, Amaya was lugging far too much to safely carry. Her arms were straining and her back was sore but she was smiling too much to care. She had a small microwave, some dishes, some silverware, new shoes, a new purse and a lot of other things she had needed but just lacked the money for it. A pair of gold earrings werent exactly needed, but Amaya bought them anyway just because she could. If Wesley were to ask something impossible tomorrow, Amaya had enough treats and left over money to stay happy till her financial aid came.

Amayas good mood disintegrated as she climbed the stairs back to her dorm room. In the pit of her stomach, she knew Helen was there. What could she say to the girl? Amaya hated her roommate enough to not feel guilty over her boyfriend but she still knew that it was a wrong thing to do. She braced herself as she unlocked her door and stepped inside.

Helens side of the room was gone. The bed and desk were still there, but they had been stripped. There were no sheets. There were no books or makeup. Helen had and all her stuff was gone.

There was a knock on the door. In a daze, Amaya answered the door. It was some brunette she didnt recognize at first.

Hello, Amaya is it? Im Shelly, the Resident advisor for this floor?

Oh yeah, Amaya said. Uh, come in?

Shelley smiled and came in but it was clear she was nervous about something. She fidgeted for a bit and sat on Helens now empty bed. Amaya sat on her bed and looked at her. Suddenly, Amaya realized what had happened. Helen had ratted her out!

Am I in trouble? Amaya said.

What? No, no, Shelley said. She took a deep breath and then explained.

This morning, the Dean of Students received a letter about Helen and you. It explained that Helen was letting her boyfriend sleep over and that you were being threatened to keep quiet. It even included a picture of Helen and her boyfriend asleep in bed. The writer of the letter claimed to be a friend of yours that was concerned over how you were being treated. It then went on to explain that if this matter wasnt taken care of, that you would be pulled from this school and that the local authorities would be asked to look into it.

Amaya stopped breathing. Her heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest. It must have been Wesley! Or maybe it was Chris!

Obviously, the Dean was really upset, Shelley continued. The R.A. grimaced and looked right at Amaya. She complained to my adviser, who complained to me wanting to know why I didnt know anything. We checked with some of the girls in the hall, and they all confirmed it. Not that we needed any confirmation. It smelled like sex in her this morning.

Amaya bit down hard on her tongue. She didnt know whether to laugh or cry. From the way Shelley was glaring at her, Amaya knew the best thing to do was keep quiet.

Helen was kicked out of dorm housing and so was her boyfriend, Shelley explained. She was really pissed about it. We had to get security to escort her out. That doesnt bother me, she seemed like a real bitch. What does bother me is that I am now on probation for something that could have been fixed if someone had come to me about it.

Shelley could have fixed it? Amaya felt her stomach spiral. Could she have avoided all this if she just stood up for herself and reported it? Amaya wondered if Wesley was right, was she just submitting to any one who bossed her around?

Im sorry, Amaya said. I didnt know what to do.

Shelley shrugged. She didnt seem convinced. Well, for now youre going to have to do without a roommate. If you have any other problems, and I mean ANY problems, then you contact me before you tell your friends or parents.

What about my phone lover? Amaya thought. She banished that idea and solemnly nodded to Shelley. The R.A. left the room after giving her her phone number and Amaya tried to look contrite as she closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Amaya jumped up in the air. Helen was gone! She didnt even have to face her! The bitch was gone and Amaya was finally by herself! Shelley had said she would have to do without a roommate like it was some sort of punishment! Amaya laughed and flopped on her bed.

I owe Wesley a really big thank you, she said out loud. Amaya thought back to what Shelley had said and her laughter stopped cold.

The letter to the Dean had included a photo of Rick and Helen. That means who ever wrote it had come into the room. That person must have a key!

Amaya looked at the door and the lock that was no longer trustworthy. Being alone tonight didnt seem like a great idea after all.



Part Eight

Amaya was topless in her room. The packages she bought last night were strewn all over Helens old bed. She used Helens old desk as a sort of kitchen, plugging in appliances and setting up dishes. Earlier, she had picked up some microwave food from the corner store and she was now having a hot lunch in the privacy of her room.

College life was good.

Waking up had been even better. A solid night of sleep had made a new woman out of Amaya. She delighted in changing her clothes without having to hide behind a closet door. Amaya made a silent prayer that Housing never found another roommate for her.

Morning classes had been a breeze and Amaya only had one more class today. She sat in her room reading a textbook but really waiting for the phone. Chris still hadnt called but then, she didnt have Helens answering machine either. She debated buying an answering machine but she didnt want to make another trip to the mall and maybe miss Chriss call. Amaya resolved to go buy one after her English composition class.

In the meantime, Amaya was enjoying being naked. It was strange. Even living at home, Amaya had rarely been naked. Her parents didnt believe a child ever needed to keep there door close and she certainly didnt feel comfortable enough to sleep naked. In past few days, Wesley had stripped Amaya several times but this was different. This was her choice. Wearing only her thong, Amaya felt decadent and comfortable.

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Well, not too comfortable. She was still a little worried about the photograph the Dean had received. It had been taken while Rick and Helen were asleep and it appears to have been taken at night. That was a bit disturbing. Granted, obeying orders from a man who likes to put her in a cage is a little odd, but sneaking into her room is just creepy. Amaya didnt think Wesley was the dangerous type, but you never know, right? She resolved to be more careful with him.

The phone rang and Amayas smiled. Finally! She was halfway to the dorm phone before she realized that it wasnt ringing. It had been her cell phone. Amaya hesitated but then answered.

Hello. I take it you are enjoying having a room to yourself?

Very much so, Amaya said. At the sound of his voice, her reserve melted away. He did things to her stomach, good things. His southern accent washed over her and comforted her fears. A psycho wouldnt sound that calm and warm, would he?

Look outside your door, Wesley instructed.

Amaya went to her door and cracked the door. There was a box outside. Since she was still topless, she bent down and pulled the box inside without exposing herself. It was a shame she was naked, she would have loved to look down the hall and see who was outside if anyone.

I have the box, She said.

Open it and hurry, your class starts in half an hour, Wesley instructed.

She frowned but opened the box. Wesley always knew a little bit more than what she was comfortable with. Shrugging, she opened the box and found a black bra inside. It wasnt the most threatening thing she ever saw.

Its a bra. Want me to put it on? Amaya said.

Wesley chuckled. Look inside it first.

She turned the bra over and gasped. Both cups on the bra were pierced with dozens of tiny tacks. The metal pins stood out against the dark material and gave it a sinister appearance. The cups themselves were stiff from some sort of cardboard filler between the cloths of the bra. She could feel the heads of the tacks through the material and she understood that her breast wouldnt push out the tacks.

The earlier fears surged back into her. Theres no way I can wear this, Amaya said. It would rip me up.

Nonsense, Wesley said smoothly in that Southern accent Amaya loved so much. Its the same trick people do when they lie on a bed of nails. Oh, it will hurt. It will hurt a lot. But it will not pierce your lovely tits.

Amaya swallowed hard. He just said she had lovely tits. Sure, most guys call any tits lovely but it was different coming from Wesley. It didnt feel like flattery, just a statement of fact. On the other hand, it didnt change the fact that the bra was filled with tacks.

Wesley sighed. I see we have met your limit. Well, I am disappointed. Few come this far, but then you are young.

Wait a minute, Amaya interjected and then wondered why. It was reasonable to quit now. She had plenty of money, she didnt have Helen any more and what he was asking was insane. If she didnt stop at a bra loaded with tacks, when would she stop? There was also the matter of his sneaking into her room. Still, with all those logical, perfectly reasonable arguments, Amaya couldnt bring herself to stop. She remembered how good her orgasm was in the cage and her sex flushed with heat. Maybe she should at least try this? She could always quit if it was too much.

Ill try it, Amaya said.

Hurry up then, Wesley said.

Amaya swallowed hard and put down the phone. The tacks gleamed in the light. She debated how to do it, trying to figure out some way to make all the tacks pressed on her tits equally. The problem was, she was too well endowed. Her bust was large and the sag was unavoidable. She tried putting the bra on from the bottom and the tacks bit into her flesh. She whimpered as she lifted the bra onto her and when she tried to snap it behind her back, she cried out as the tacks fastened down on her poor flesh.

Its on, she choked out. The phone was shaking in her hand.

What does it feel like? Wesley asked.

It hurts, Amaya said and she was surprised by the whine in her voice. Its like pinpricks all over my breasts. God, it hurts a lot.

Hmmmm, Wesley said. Why dont you come to your window so I can see?

Despite the pain, Amayas heart jumped. He was outside? Her excitement was chilled by the idea that any one would be able to see her at her window. The sun was bright today and any one could see her.

Okay, Amaya said. It was worth the risk. She walked over to her window and pulled the shade. Pain lanced through her tits as she bent over and tugged. Bright sunlight filled the room and she shielded her eyes. Amaya was about to take a step back when Wesley interrupted her.

No, stand right there by the window. You are very lovely in your red thong.

Amaya blushed and resisted the urge to cover her crotch. She stayed perfectly still as her eyes scanned the windows and grounds for Wesley. There were two guys standing in their dorm across from her and Amaya blushed harder as she saw them spot her. She averted her eyes from them and kept looking. She saw a few other people in their dorms but none of them were looking at her. A few people were outside but they were walking to their cars. She had no idea where Wesley could be, unless he was in one of those cars and she just couldnt see him.

When she looked back at the first room, she saw that a larger crowd of guys had gathered.

Damn, Amaya whispered. There are some boys staring at me.

Wesley laughed. Then its a good thing you have your bra on. Display yourself for me. Put your right hand behind your head.

Oh god, Amaya moaned. She did as he commanded and it felt like every tack clamped down harder on her breast. The pain was intense but not unbearable. It was just so strange to be feeling pain on her tits. It made them feel swollen and twice as large.

You may close your window now, Wesley said. Amaya wasted no time. She yanked the shade down while avoiding any eye contact with the large group of guys across the way. Moving caused new areas of her breasts to be pricked and stabbed but she had to get that shade down. Those guys had enough of a peek show today.

Youll be wearing the bra for the next hour my brave girl, Wesley said. If you thought the cage was a test of your patience, this will be a test of your endurance.

I guess Ill be skipping class then, Amaya joked.

Oh no, Wesley said. I will not have your classes suffer because of me. You will get dressed and attend your class like a good student. I will call you with a text message when your hour is up. If you skip class, you forfeit the game.

Amaya bit her lip. This was it? Going to class while in pain? Once again it wasnt what she expected. He just wanted her to suffer for an hour. Common sense would say this is a perfect time to stop before she got really hurt. However, Amaya couldnt bring herself to disappoint Wesley. It was like he expected her to quit and Amaya would have expected him to try to sweet talk her into this. For some reason, she had a deep urge to prove herself to Wesley no matter how insane this was.

All right, Amaya said. Ill need to hang up now and get dressed if Im going to make it to class on time.

Was it her imagination or was there a sigh of relief from Wesley? Perhaps this time, Amaya surprised him. She glowed with momentary pride.

Good luck today, Wesley said and there was no mistaking the tone of excitement in his voice. Ill be watching.

He hung up. Amaya was beaming with pride. He HAD expected her to quit! Amaya laughed and then winced as the tacks bit into her bouncing breasts. Fuck, they hurt!

Amaya still had to get dressed. For a top, she picked a very loose black t-shirt. It made her look shapeless but she was grateful that the shirt didnt add any extra pressure to her tits. She picked a pair of jeans and found that putting them on was an exercise in pain. Bending over was terribly painful and even snapping them shut agitated her poor pricked breasts.

She skipped taking her backpack and instead just carried her book and a notebook. There was no way she was going to wear something with a strap today. Amaya locked up her room and headed for the stairs.

The stairs were an ordeal. Every step made her jiggle and every jiggle made the tacks bite down. Amaya walked slowly but there was no avoiding the jolt of each step. She gripped her books tightly as every step wracked her poor tits.

Outside was easier and harder at the same time. There were no longer the sudden movements of the steps but walking on solid ground presented its own problems. Amaya had never realized how much she jiggled when she walked. She also hadnt realized how much her hips moved either. The pressure on her chest kept shifting, jabbing and poking her breasts from new angles.

She got to class and nearly collapsed into her chair. Her tits were on fire. Amaya set up her notebook and realized that writing was going to compress her breasts. She simply sat there, her notebook open but her pencil still on the desk. It was taking all her willpower not to jump up and run to the nearest bathroom to strip off this damn bra. The notes could fucking wait.

The professor gave his lecture and Amaya tried so hard to pay attention. It was impossible. Every breath she took seemed to agitate the tacks. When the professor instructed the class to turn to a certain page in their books, Amaya bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out as she complied. She couldnt move without feeling pain and sitting perfectly still only made her more aware of the stinging pricks all over her tits.

The worse part was between her thighs. Amaya was wet and she couldnt for the life of her understand why. There was no denying that her thong was soaked and she ached to reach between her legs and get some relief. It made so little sense. How could she possibly be turned on by this amount of pain?

She had her answer when her phone buzzed. Fresh pain lanced her tits as she fished her phone out of her pocket. Wesley had called and he left this message-

Good work. I am so proud of you! Tomorrow I will give you a special treat for todays work.

Amaya was smiling. He was proud of her! It was a test after all. The bra stabbed her tits when she put her phone up but she took the new pain gladly. Wesley had doubted her and she had proved him wrong. Amaya couldnt stop smiling though the new surge of moisture between her thighs did make her sigh with need. She was so fucking herself when she got back to her room!

The class ended and Amaya stood up too quickly. The tacks stabbed her chest but she didnt care. She had to get back to her room. The class was too slow in leaving and Amaya winced every time someone pressed against her. She wanted to cover her chest and protect her poor sore tits. Instead, she had to act like everything was normal and cover her discomfort when people jostled her.

She got outside and heard her name called. Amaya looked around and saw Chris sitting near the door to the building. He had a soda and his backpack sitting on the ground. He waved her over.

There you are, Chris said. I saw you go in an hour ago and thought I would wait for you.

Amaya was flattered. Heck, she was tickled. She sat down with him, working extra hard not to let any emotion show as the tacks reasserted their grip on her tormented tits. Luckily, he seemed to be looking at her tits more than he was her face. Amaya wondered once again if he was Wesley and if he knew exactly what was going on under her t-shirt.

Im sorry I havent called but Ive been catching up on homework, Chris said.

Same here, Amaya said. Well, homework of a unique kind.

I had a great time with you at the movies. Are you busy tomorrow night?

Amaya almost answered no but then realized that she really didnt know. Did she? Wesley promised a great reward but he didnt specify when or where. Then again, there was always the possibility that Chris was Wesley and this was the reward. She groaned with annoyance. Just once she would love to know what was going on from day to day!

Chris laughed at her groan. Got something planned?

She seized that idea. Yeah, I got a paper to write that night. She can ask Wesley tomorrow if she could have a night off for Chris. How about Wednesday night?

He nodded and his blue eyes sparkled. That would be cool. Lets have dinner at six. Ill come by and pick you up.

Amaya had to fight from grinning like an idiot. Thatll be great.

Chris stood up so Amaya did too. Without any warning, he touched her face and bent down for a kiss. Amaya sighed and leaned into his kiss. His lips pressed hard against her and she was surprised by his passion. The sexual energy of the past hour was enflamed by his kiss and Amaya kissed him just as hard back.

So caught up was she in the kiss that she didnt notice his hand until it was on her breast. She had a split second of terror before he squeezed her tit. The solid construction of the bra stopped him from squeezing too hard but what little force he did exert was unbearable. The tacks shrunk in around her breast, pinching, pricking and biting her already tender skin. Amaya moaned as the pain overwhelmed her but Chris kept kissing her. In fact, he moaned with her.

Well, he said when he finally broke the kiss. His hand was gone and Amaya was in a daze. Her breast throbbed with pain but she was also a little light headed from the kiss. It was simply amazing.

Call me? she said.

Chris nodded. Have a good day.

Amaya smiled. I will.

That was it. Chris walked away, taking his backpack and drink with him. Amaya stood for a moment in a daze. Her breast was throbbing with pain but it was clouded by the fury in Chriss kiss. He was obviously aroused and she couldnt help connect that to her bra. He had to know, right?

Amaya returned to her dorm. The stinging of the bra never ceased. After an hour, Amaya would have expected to be used to it by now but the opposite was true. Her breasts were sore, pricked and abused beyond her endurance. She walked without thinking. She climbed the stairs without any memory of doing so. Her entire being was centered on her chest and that cruel bra.

Another manilla envelope waited for her in her room. It was on the floor and Amaya could only hope that it had been slid under the door. Inside were nine hundred dollars in twenties. The money was secondary to the note however. Amaya read it quickly, eager to see what Wesley had to say.

Amaya,

You have endured a terrible test today. Keep in mind that more fearsome tests are yet to come. I am delighted with you today and I dont mind telling you that you made my cock very hard today. As a reward for your dedication, I will let you handle my cock tomorrow. Be at the Jackson building at seven P.M. tomorrow.

Wesley

Holy shit. Wesley had promised her his cock! Amaya actually did a delighted jump for joy and paid for it seconds later as the bra clamped down on her bouncing breasts.

Wincing, Amaya slowly took off her shirt. Pain lanced through her breasts as she reached behind her back to unfasten the bra. A great relief washed over her as she removed the bra. The pricks were gone, that sense of being crushed in the sharp jaws of a beast faded away. Her breasts were still tender and sore but it was the soreness that came from the removal of pain.

Red marks covered every inch of her breasts. The majority of the marks were these curious indentions where the tacks had pushed into her soft flesh. Spotted here and there were small scratches were the tacks had been more severe with her skin. There was a miniscule amount of blood with some of the scratches but for the most part, her tits were unharmed.

Amaya looked at her chest in the mirror. She was a little taken back by how red she was. It looked as cruel as it had felt. Her left breast, where Chris had squeezed it, looked twice as swollen. The sight of her tortured breasts only reinforced how ruthlessly they had been used today.

She fell back on her bed and sighed. Her lips were still tender from that fierce kiss Chris had given her but Amaya was still thinking about Wesleys letter. She thought about his promise and she wondered how he would let her handle it. Did he want a handjob? Was he going to fuck her? What about a blowjob? Amaya squirmed as the erotic possibilities ran through her mind. Best of all, she was finally going to meet Wesley and find out if he was Chris!

Did she really excite Wesley that much just by wearing that bra? Amaya almost understood. The tacks were painful and only a nut would wear something like that. Amaya was proud of herself for surviving the bra and playing the game, and she could see how Wesley was proud of himself too. He had made her wear that nasty bra, and she had worn it just for him. It was proof that she was in his power, far more proof than just taking his money.

God, she was wet. Amaya wiggled out of her jeans and pulled the soaked thong off as well. She ran her fingers over her sex and moaned at the sensations. Wesley was going to fuck her tomorrow, but she also needed it now.

Amaya took out her vibrator and plunged the purple toy into her sex. Her toes instantly curled. She pumped the toy inside her self, relishing the idea that she was using Wesleys gift to fuck. It was his chosen proxy; his choice to fuck her with. Soon, she would be able to compare this toy to the real thing.

The bliss of orgasm was fast approaching but there was something missing. Amaya was thrilled that she was meeting Wesley tomorrow and she was feeling very wanton. Just masturbating wasnt enough. She wanted to seal this victory somehow. She wanted a victory lap. Amaya wanted to celebrate that she had finally won the elusive Wesley over.

She smiled and sat up. The vibrator still clenched in her sex, she stood up and got the tack bra from where she dropped it. In her aroused state of mind, it was the only solution that made sense. She picked up the bra and put it back on.

It hurt twice as much the second time around but to Amaya, it was just what she needed. The tacks pinched and bit her breasts as she returned to her bed. Lying down relieved some of the pressure but it still hurt like Hell. Amaya gripped her vibrator again and winced as her arms pushed against her bra. Perfect.

She masturbated with hard plunging strokes. Her breasts jiggled against the tacks but that was what Amaya was looking for. She wanted the bra to hurt her while she fucked herself. The bra had gotten her Wesley and she took the pain as one would accept a medal. It made her proud and being proud made her very wet.

In and out the vibrator plunged. Amayas hips rose to meet the vibrator, which of course only agitated the tacks even further. As proud as she was of the pain she could endure, even Amaya had to sometimes slow down and let her body process what was happening. Waiting for the pain to subside was another form of torture as her anxious pussy throbbed and demanded to be fucked. The vibrator buzzed in anticipation while Amaya rode the pain out.

Eventually Amayas sex could wait no longer. The pain in her tits escalated as she fucked her sex faster and harder. Amaya turned her head and bit down on her pillow to keep from screaming out. Her body screamed for her, clenching down hard before exploding into a sweet orgasm that rocked her all over. Amaya twitched and kicked as pleasure overtook her, transforming even the pain on her breasts into just another kinky detail.

Amaya gasped when the orgasm was over. Her tits hurt worse without the arousal to cloud it so she sat up and quickly popped the bra back off. She fell back onto her pillow and enjoyed the afterglow.

The best part was that she knew this would be nothing compared to what was promised for tomorrow.



Part Nine

Amaya awoke seconds before her alarm went off. Her heart was already racing. The weight of everything she needed to do pressed down on her, but she was smiling. Wesley had promised to let her handle his cock today, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

First she took an hour-long shower. Amaya literally washed everything twice. Her breasts were still tender from that evil bra yesterday, but the marks had almost faded. She shaved her legs and even trimmed her sex, making a dainty little bush. Amaya also took special care with the hair on her head, wanting the long brown locks to be shiny and vibrant today.

Yesterday, Wesley had ordered her to class despite the tack bra. Amaya took that lesson to heart and attended her classes today as well. Oddly, she was able to concentrate, and she took very good notes. Perhaps it was knowing the importance Wesley placed on education that caused Amaya to focus so well. This idea made her giggle during one of her classes. It was the promise of sex that made her a faithful student. She didnt expect to see that on a campus brochure anytime soon.

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She ate small meals to keep her stomach from getting upset. It was easy to get nervous, and the last thing Amaya wanted was a stomachache. She spaced her meals out all day long so that if Wesley took her out to dinner afterward, she would have enough room to eat something. If all he wanted to do was fuck, well, Amaya figured she could lose a few pounds.

Amaya cleaned her glasses down to the nose pads. She took another shower in the afternoon because her room was hot and she was afraid she had picked up more sweat. She found a stray hair on her leg and spent a half-hour going over her legs with tweezers. She applied her analytical mind to the task of discovering and countering any possible blemish, fault or weakness her body might possess.

She chose her clothes just as carefully. The underwear was easy because Wesley had provided it all. Amaya choose a purple bra and a matching thong. They were the same color as the vibrator he had given her. The soft bra hugged her breasts, and it was such a gentle alternative to the bra she had worn yesterday. She briefly debated wearing the one with tacks but thought better of it. If Wesley needed more tests, Amaya was sure he would provide them.

Once again, her wardrobe felt lacking. Although she had bought quite a few clothes lately, Amaya still felt like the Asian-American girl who had had so much trouble getting dates in high school. Eventually, she just had to place her trust in the new clothes. A white blouse made her look feminine and classy, while a pretty black skirt hid her chubby legs. Amaya was glad she had picked up the earrings at the mall. The gold sparkled and made her look not quite as unsophisticated as she felt. She completed her outfit with a pair of brand-new black heels. Even as critical as she was of herself, Amaya had to admit she looked good.

At six oclock, Amaya began the long walk to the Jackson building. It took her only twenty minutes to get there. That was OK. Amaya could wait. She sat outside on the steps and tried to look casual. Shed waited this long to meet Wesley; what was forty more minutes?

It was an eternity. Amaya checked her watch every minute, then every thirty seconds. Finally, she took off her watch and put it in her pocket. It was past six, so most of the students had gone home for the day or were in the library. She could see lights coming from two classrooms in the Jackson building, so there had to be a few night classes going on. Amaya watched the sun set and took slow breaths to relax. It didnt help.

The phone rang, and Amaya nearly squealed with relief.

Hello, Amaya. I trust you are at the Jackson building?

Yes, Amaya answered. Im sitting on the steps.

That wont do, Wesley said. Go through the main doors and take a right. Tell me when you are at the mens restroom.

Yes, yes, yes, Amaya said to herself as she went inside. She had never been in the Jackson building before, and she was a little taken aback by how run-down it looked. Water stains marred the walls, and a musty smell pervaded everything. Amaya frowned as she went down the hall. Surely there were better places for her first encounter with Wesley?

Im outside the mens room, Amaya said.

Look inside and tell me if anyone is there, Wesley said.

Whoa. Amaya took a deep breath and opened the door. She was surprised by how difficult this was to do mentally. The mens bathroom was a forbidden place, even more then the back entrance to a theater or the roof of her dorm. Years of conditioning werent so easily overcome, but Amaya did as she was told with only a seconds pause.

The bathroom was just as bad as the rest of the building. Dirty blue tiles on the floor and gray walls made the place look like a cell. Rust stains surrounded the sinks, and the three stand-up urinals were a dirty white. There were three stalls, all of them empty.

Its empty, Amaya said. Oh God, she didnt want to fuck Wesley in such a dismal place, but making her do it here was just another test, wasnt it? What other girl would go through with it here? In a way, Amaya welcomed the dirt and the smell of piss. They just proved how dedicated she really was.

Go to the stall on the end, the one up against the wall, Wesley said. Lock the door and sit on the toilet. Hurry now.

Amaya did as she was told. The toilet was just as dirty as the rest of the bathroom, but thankfully, the bowl was empty. She closed the door and was disturbed to see that the lock was just a tiny metal bar that pushed out an inch onto bare wood. There were grooves in the door where other people had obviously opened the door with the lock on. She sat down gingerly on the toilet seat and wasnt surprised to find that it wobbled.

Im in, Amaya said.

Excellent. Now look to your left. See that hole beside the toilet paper?

Actually, there was no toilet paper, but Amaya saw the hole he was referring to. From where she was sitting, it was just below eye level. The hole was large, easily two inches in diameter. She wrinkled her nose as she thought about how easy it would be to spy on someone while they were taking a dump. Why would guys want to do that in their own restroom?

Now I shall explain the rules for the next hour, my dear Amaya, Wesley said. Someone will walk into the stall next to you. He will take out his cock, and he will slip his cock through that hole. You will suck that cock until it climaxes. Then that person will leave, and another will come in, until youve sucked three cocks in all. Fail to get all three of them off before the hour is up, and you lose the game. If you win, you will remain in your stall till I call you. Understand?

No, she didnt understand at all. You  you said yesterday that I would handle your cock.

Wesley chuckled, and his deep laugh made Amaya tingle despite the squalid conditions of her environment.

I intend to keep my word, Amaya, Wesley said. One of those cocks will be mine.

Amaya felt her cheeks heat up. Which one?

That would be telling, Wesley said and then he hung up.

Oh, my God, Amaya whispered. Could she possibly go through with this? So far he had only asked her to masturbate herself or others. Once, he might have masturbated her. Now Wesley expected her to give blow jobs to strangers? This was insane! How could he expect her to blow three guys, one right after the other, like some sort of slut?

Amaya closed her eyes. She should leave. She should go right now and forget about Wesley. It was too much. If she did this, what more would he expect from her?

The door to the restroom opened, and Amaya opened her eyes. She heard footsteps, and someone came into the next stall. Despite her fear, she looked through the hole. It wasnt big enough to let her look at the guys face, but she could see him unzip his pants and take out a very hard penis.

She jumped back from the hole as the penis slid through. It was so surreal. She was in a dirty mens restroom with a cock pointed right at her! Amaya knew she should leave, but the strangeness of the situation transfixed her.

The cock itself kept her from leaving. It was so hard and rigid. It wasnt particularly large or anything, but it seemed so pure sticking out of the wall like that. Instead of being threatened, Amaya felt almost sorry for the stiff flesh. It was there to be sucked, nothing more.

Plus, it might be Wesleys cock.

Amaya leaned forward on the toilet seat and took the cock into her mouth. A low groan came from the other side. Amaya smiled with the cock still between her lips. The rational part of her mind hadnt worked out the details yet, but Amaya was going ahead anyway. She would suck this cock and decide later about the other cocks.

Sucking it wasnt as easy as shed first thought. The hard wall of the stall bumped her nose when she slid forward on the cock. Amaya found herself wanting to grip the cock as she sucked, but the limited amount of cock that poked through the wall prevented this. If she was to get any of it into her mouth, she would have to go hands-free.

Back and forth she slid on the cock. Amaya appreciated the salty taste of the mans skin; it helped block out the other, less pleasant smells of the restroom. Amaya closed her eyes and worked her tongue all along the mans shaft, tasting every bit of him. After so many days of being teased and tested, she enjoyed the simplicity of having a cock in her mouth. This was a test she knew she could pass.

It was also turning her on. Heat flooded the area between her thighs, and the thong pulled and tugged in intimate places. She didnt know if it was the perversity of the moment that was turning her on or the simple fact that she had a cock in her mouth. The groans coming from the other side werent hurting either. Each groan reminded her there was a person on the other side of the wall, someone who appreciated the licking of her tongue and the suction of her lips.

The breathing on the other side began to turn into panting, and Amaya knew he would come soon. Was she really going to take a strangers cum into her mouth? The idea was shocking to her, but she found herself sucking harder. The tingling of her clitoris demanded it.

There was no sound on the other side to warn her, just a sudden flood of cum that sprayed the inside of her mouth. Amaya paused as she savored the flavor. It had been far too long. There was something about the flavor of cum that just made her feel special and loved. It was an affirmation that maybe she wasnt nearly as unattractive as she sometimes felt.

The cock pulled away and disappeared into the other stall. Amaya sat back, stunned. She had done it. The cum was hot in her mouth, and she swallowed it. Her sex was so warm and ready to be fucked. Amaya still didnt understand why she was doing it, but that was OK. She knew that now that she had started, she had to see this game through to the end.

The man shed just sucked left the restroom, and a minute later, someone else walked in. One of the cocks was Wesleys, but Amaya wondered who the others were attached to: Friends? Employees? She had a strange thought of guys playing her game, receiving instructions via cell phone and being told to stick their cocks through a hole in the wall.

She heard the man enter the stall next door, but this time, she didnt watch him undress. Amaya could hear him, though, from the zipper being pulled down to the sound of his pants hitting the floor. He slid his cock in, and Amaya smiled when she saw how much bigger this one was. No bumping her nose on the wall this time!

Amaya licked the tip of the cock and was disappointed not to hear a groan. Feeling a little challenged, she ran her tongue across the length of the cock sideways. The cock throbbed, and Amaya smiled. Just a little reaction was all she wanted.

She put the tip of the cock into her lips and tried to get as much of it as she could into her mouth. It was just too long. She tried to go deeper, but it was impossible. Not that the guy seemed to mind; his cock was throbbing endlessly as she tried. It disappointed her that she couldnt deepthroat him, but she accepted that she had limits.

This cock was long enough to hold, and Amaya was glad to have something to do with her hand. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the cock and rubbed gently as she sucked. Even though she knew the cock wouldnt go anywhere, it was reassuring to have a grip on it.

Someone walked into the restroom, and Amaya stopped mid-suck. The cock throbbed in her mouth as she heard someone unzip and start pissing into a urinal. Amayas heart was pounding as she debated stopping. What if the new person heard her? What if it was a teacher? How would she explain to her parents getting expelled for giving blow jobs in a mens bathroom?

The cock throbbed again in Amayas mouth. The guy in the other stall groaned in frustration, and Amaya was sure the new stranger had to have heard it. She did nothing, and the guy groaned again. It was clear that he was upset over her stopping. What could she do? Amaya resumed sucking him as the sounds of the new stranger pissing continued. She sucked the cock slowly so as not to make any noise, but that only made the cocks owner more frustrated. Amaya had to appease him and do it quickly before the pisser figured out what was going on.

After a moments thought, she pulled back until just the tip of the cock was in her mouth. Her tongue flicked quickly over the head, lapping against it with rapid strokes. He got very quiet and Amaya exhaled a sigh of relief. That was when she noticed the pissing had stopped.

Footsteps echoed in the restroom while Amaya continued flicking her tongue over the guys cock. Her mouth was fixed on the cock as she clenched her eyes tight. He was walking right to her; she knew it!

She was wrong. The faucet was turned on, and Amaya could hear the guy wash his hands. Relieved, she stopped flicking her tongue for a moment. The cock tensed, and Amaya quickly rubbed her tongue over the cock tip to cut off any complaining. Instead of a frustrated groan, she heard a near-silent hiss of pleasure. She decided she could live with that and kept rubbing the flat of her tongue against his cockhead. Small drops of pre-cum coated her tongue, and she almost moaned out loud before catching herself.

The water stopped running. Amaya licked and listened as she heard the sound of paper towels being pulled and used. She kept licking hard on the cock with the strongest strokes she could manage to keep her guy satisfied. After what seemed like forever, she heard the restroom door slam as the bystander left.

Yes, she heard from the other stall. Amaya agreed. As she relaxed a little, she realized how wet and molten her sex was. Amayas pussy was alive with sensations, and she debated again lifting her skirt and masturbating. Yes, it would be lewd and slutty, but she could barely think with the thong rubbing constantly against her.

Yeah! the man next door cried out in the quiet restroom. Amaya jumped at the sudden noise and then she felt the shooting semen against her tongue. Her hand clenched around his cock as she took more of him into her mouth. The guy said nothing else as he emptied all he had, and Amaya was relieved there were no further outbursts.

When the cock retreated back to the other side of the wall, Amaya sat back, stunned. She had done it. Two cocks had entered that hole, and she had sucked both of them off. The taste of cum was overpowering in her mouth. Her jaw was a little sore, but Amaya was struck by how much she was enjoying this. Yes, it was humiliating to be used for her mouth like this, but she couldnt deny how exciting it was. This was Wesleys challenge, and she was winning. That was all she needed to know.

The guy left, and Amaya could hear the footsteps of a new guy almost immediately. He walked very slowly and took his time getting to the stall. The waiting was too much. Amaya lifted her skirt above her knees and rubbed her thong. A single stroke made her whimper. She was so damn hot, and this guy was taking so damn long. She wanted to cum, but she was going to wait till she had a cock in her mouth. Wesley would prefer it that way, she thought.

The door to the stall next door closed. Pants were unzipped, and Amaya watched as a cock emerged through the wall. It was smaller than the last cock, but larger than the first. There was a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening on the cock, and Amaya was quick to lick it off. The cock shuddered, and Amaya smiled. Shed never felt more desirable in her life.

Amaya took the cock into her mouth and sucked it down to the hole in the wall. She could smell the mans cologne through the hole, and it smelled great. She sucked hard on the cock and was rewarded with another shudder. It was so nice to be appreciated.

It was impossible to hold off on stroking herself now. She was too wet, too horny and too ready. Her hand pushed aside the flimsy bra, and Amaya regretted that none of the men had had a chance to see her panties. Oh, well. Amaya sank her fingers into her pussy without another thought. The bliss of touching herself caused her to moan, something the cock in her mouth seemed to enjoy as well.

Amaya chuckled and kept stroking herself. She didnt know how much of the hour was left, and she didnt care. Her body was in a state of heightened arousal. She just wanted to cum. There was no room in her mind for doubt or fear. She was just sucking and masturbating.

She didnt know if it was Wesleys cock or not but she treated it like it was. Her lips sealed around the cock, while her tongue lavished it with licks and gentle strokes. Amaya stroked a sweet spot on her pussy and moaned freely, letting her lips vibrate around the cock. When her jaw became too sore, she took the cock out of her mouth and kissed up and down the length of it. The cock was shiny from her spit and swollen red with desire.

The cock slid back slightly and then thrust forward, the mans body slamming against the flimsy stall wall. Amaya smiled as she saw the guy needed to fuck as badly as she did. For a moment, she wondered if she could stand up, bend over and get that cock in her pussy, but she decided against it. Wesley had told her to suck, and she wasnt about to disobey now.

Despite the pain in her jaw, Amaya took the cock back between her lips. The man groaned and kept thrusting. She let her jaw go slack as he fucked her mouth. Amaya longed to feel the mans hands on her head or maybe grabbing one of her sensitive nipples. She needed more human contact, but she had to settle for his cock pumping between her lips.

Amaya climaxed first. It was a glorious orgasm, making her nipples feel on fire underneath her tight bra and her eyes roll in her head. She moaned around the cock that never stopped thrusting into her. Her fingers didnt stop either, stroking constantly as she brought herself to another climax in the bathroom stall.

The thrusting stopped suddenly and then there was a hot splash of cum in her mouth. Then the thrusting resumed. Amaya choked for a second since she was caught off guard, but she quickly recovered. Between the two of them, they drained the cock of all of its semen, and Amaya faithfully swallowed every drop.

The cock withdrew, and Amaya could hear the man zip back up. She sat back and let her skirt fall over her legs. Her jaw was sore and her tongue was exhausted, but she was smiling. She had done it. Not to mention one hell of an orgasm or two for herself. ??

She waited for the phone to ring. Her fingers were sticky from her desire, but there was no toilet tissue. Amaya wanted to get up and wash her hands, but she stayed where she was. No sense fucking up the game now.

The phone rang, and Amaya croaked out a hello. She was taken aback by how hard it was to talk. Oh, well, what did she expect after three blow jobs?

Very, very good, Wesley said. He was chuckling, and he sounded giddy. Amaya smiled. She had caused that.

Thank you, she whispered.

Youre progressing very well, Amaya, Wesley said. Youve gotten further than many have before. At this point, I am doubtful you can lose.

Good, she said. I dont plan on losing.

Wesley chuckled. That sounded like a challenge. Ill need to do some thinking. Right now, I can barely walk, much less anything else.

Was I that good? Amaya teased. She was delighted. It was nice to know she could affect him so.

You were excellent, Wesley said.

Oh, I had a question, Amaya said. She hated to ask and possibly ruin the moment, but she never knew when he might hang up. Will you be needing me tomorrow afternoon? I had something planned.

Wesley got quiet. Really? Is this a date you have planned?

Amayas heart raced. Yes.

Wesley was quiet. Is that a problem? she asked. Oh, God, he must not be Chris after all!

Wesley chuckled. Your mouth has been fucked by three cocks, and yet youre asking permission for a date. Tell me about the boy. Is he a classmate?

No, she said. I met him in the cafeteria.

I see, Wesley said. Whats the young mans name?

Amaya told him, and Wesley said nothing for a few seconds. She thought she had been afraid when the first cock slid into the hole. That was nothing. Wesleys silence was far more terrifying. Amaya felt tears spring into her eyes as she wondered if this would the mistake that lost her Wesley. The tears stunned her, but she didnt let herself think about it. She had to know what Wesley thought.

Amaya, listen very carefully to me, Wesley said his tone was very serious. I will not call on you tomorrow. Youve certainly earned a reprieve. But when you go on your date, youre going to let Chris fuck you. If he doesnt make a move, you will fuck him.

Is this my task for tomorrow? Amaya asked. She was wet again. Wesley was telling her to fuck Chris! She desperately wanted to do this for him, to prove herself all over again.

No, Wesley said, and Amayas heart sank. No, there will be no reward for that task. You will do it because you know its what I want. Or am I wrong?

No, Ill do it, Amaya said.

Excellent. Your reward for todays task is in the stall next door. Enjoy your time tomorrow.

He hung up before Amaya could say anything. She closed the phone and took a deep breath. The disappointment of not seeing Wesleys face, the terror of sucking three strangers and the strange way Wesley had acted when he found out about Chris had left Amaya exhausted and emotionally unsure. She didnt know up from down anymore. Had she done well, or was she in some sort of trouble?

Amaya shook her head and stood up. Bolts of pain shot through her legs, and she realized they must have fallen asleep on the toilet seat. She wanted to let them recover slowly, but her money was in the next stall. There could be no waiting. What if another guy came in and used that stall? Amaya gritted her teeth and willed her legs to move. She had earned that money!

The stall was just as dirty as the one shed just left. The hole seemed larger on this side, and when she peeked through, she was disturbed by how much she could see. Her money was taped together in a large bundle on top of the toilet paper dispenser. She stuffed the money into her pocket and hurried out of the restroom. Thankfully, no one saw her exit.

She counted the money on her way home. It was a thousand dollars in hundred-dollar bills. Amaya whistled to herself. That was roughly three hundred and thirty dollars for each blow job. Oddly enough, the thought didnt bother her. The young woman felt she should be experiencing some sort of shame from getting paid to give blow jobs, but instead, she was actually proud. It was a tough thing to do, and Amaya had managed to get through it. Besides, it was hard to feel shame when her pussy was still so wet.



Part Ten

For the second day in a row, Amaya spent her time getting ready for sex. The d?j? vu was hard to shake as she showered, fixed her hair and chose her clothes. Again, she kept her meals light. She couldnt help remembering that when shed done this yesterday, she had expected wonderful sex. Instead, she had sucked off three guys in a dirty restroom. Amaya wondered if tonight would be just as surprising.

At least, Amaya would be the one unleashing the surprise. Chris thought tonight was just another date, but Wesley had asked her to fuck him. It wasnt part of the game, but it was something Wesley had asked. At this point, Amaya wasnt sure if she could refuse him anything. God, the things she had done already! At least fucking Chris was something she wanted to do. In this case, Wesley was just giving her permission to do something she was craving anyway.

When she wasnt getting ready for her date physically, Amaya was preparing herself mentally. This was only their second date. How would Chris react? Would he think she was a slut? Would he be like her old boyfriend and jump her at the first invitation? Amaya was deeply confused about which she preferred. If he was offended, then how would he react if he ever found out about the things she did for Wesley? But if he hopped right into bed with her, would that mean thats all he wanted from her? Did he just think she was hot? Amaya found Chris sexy, too, but as the day wore on, she realized that she liked him because he wasnt as overt as Wesley and his demands. In her mind, Chris was the saner choice between the two men, and when Wesley went too far and asked for something Amaya couldnt give, she liked to think Chris would be there to have a normal relationship with. That might not be fair to Chris, but Amaya knew by now that she wasnt strong enough to quit Wesleys games.

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Of course, all of this speculation would be moot if Chris really were Wesley. Yesterday, when shed asked for time for her date, Amaya had felt a chilling certainty that Wesley wasnt Chris  and that he was pissed at her dating. Today, she was less sure. Since Chris was an acting student, it could have just been part of the act. In fact, if Chris were Wesley, this was a great way to get her to sleep with him without coming across as too forward. The more Amaya thought about it, the more she liked the idea: It would combine her two favorite men into a situation she could relish.

The idea of being fucked by Wesley/Chris dominated her thoughts and pushed out her insecurities. She thought about it while she sat in classes, oblivious to what her professors were saying. Sex would be rough; that was a given. A man who insisted on cages and paddles wouldnt be gentle. He would spank her. He would pinch her nipples as cruelly as that evil tack bra had. Would he tie her up? Of course he would. He would keep her immobile while he fucked deep inside her. Every action would test her endurance. Every moment would make her question her judgment, and her body would betray her caution by being so terribly turned on.

Amaya cleaned her room the hour before her date. It wasnt till then that she realized that she hadnt thought about where she would fuck Chris. The room was tidy already, but Amayas perfectionism wouldnt let it be. She swept, she made up her bed again, and she even gave the windows a good wiping. Amaya wondered if she should run down to the store and get some candles, but she decided not to. Somehow, neither Chris nor Wesley seemed like the candle type.

At ten to six, there was a knock at the door. Amaya jumped and tried to stay calm. She peeked out the door and was surprised to see Chris standing in the hallway. She had been expecting him to pick her up outside the dorm like he had last time. Why would he come to her room?

Amaya smiled. He came up because he knows.

Hi, she said as she opened the door. Chris started to respond, then paused as he got a good look at her. Amaya was pleased that she had rendered him speechless. It didnt feel right to wear yesterdays outfit, so she had chosen something fresh a red dress with a very revealing neckline and quite a bit of leg exposed. Yesterday, shed lacked the confidence to wear something so revealing, but today, she had little doubts of her beauty. Today, Amaya was going all out.

Wow, you look great, Chris said.

Thanks. On a whim, she added, Would you like to come in?

Chris beamed his wonderful smile. Yes, I would.

Amaya moved aside to let him come in. As he walked by, she smelled his cologne and breathed deeply. She wondered briefly what his cock smelled like. The lewdness of the thought shocked her, but she had little time to recover. Chris was giving her a box of chocolates.

I got these for you, he said.

Thank you, Amaya said. She was tempted to open the box and see if it held one of Wesleys envelopes, but she restrained herself. The box was quite large, and Amaya saw that it was an expensive brand. Wow, just like a normal date.

Nice room, Chris said. He stood next to Helens old bed and looked around. Amaya watched him and wondered how in the world she was going to initiate sex. It was fine to fantasize, masturbate and daydream about fucking a guy, but it was another thing to actually start it.

Fuck it. She had crawled naked into a cage on the top of the building. She had put on a bra full of tacks. She had masturbated in front of a camera and stripped next to that very window. Now was not the time to get cold feet.

Amaya walked right up to Chris and reached for his head. His expression was one of surprise, but he said nothing as she pulled his face down for a kiss. She kissed him hard, perhaps too hard, but she couldnt help it. She needed to feel some sort of approval other than a warm chuckle on the phone. Her lips pressed against him and her tongue opened his mouth as she sought that approval from Chris.

His lips and his tongue approved. So did his hands as they slipped down her back and cupped her ass. They squeezed her ass gently, and Amaya moaned at his touch. She couldnt stand to let her dress be in the way, so she hiked her skirt up and placed Chriss hand right on her ass. The thong let him feel every curve of her buttock.

The kiss lasted until Amaya was out of breath. She pushed Chris away to gasp and was pleased to see that he was gasping, too. He wasnt stopping, though. He kissed down her neck and nibbled his way down her chest until his mouth was on her exposed cleavage. Amaya moaned and wrapped her fingers in his short hair. Oh, God, this was exactly what she had been dreaming of, and it took only a kiss to start!

Chris nibbled gently as he kissed along the neckline of her dress. His hands kept squeezing her ass, and Amaya wondered when he was going to spank it. She could imagine his broad hands slapping her cheeks while his mouth kept kissing. Instead, they just kept teasing her by staying where they were. The potential was maddening, and Amaya squirmed as she pressed back into those strong hands.

Chriss mouth hesitated on her breast, just inches away from where her hard nipple was poking against the dress. She hadnt needed a bra with this dress, so all it would take would be a simple pulling of cloth to expose her nipple to his tongue. Chris didnt do it. He just stayed where he was, nibbling and sucking on her skin till she was about to go nuts.

Amaya couldnt hold back. She pulled her top down so that her breast popped out of her dress. She barely had time to realize how brazen she was being before Chris banished any such self-analysis with his mouth. His lips encircled her sensitive nipple while his tongue flicked over it rapidly. The sensation was overwhelming, and Amaya relished each lick of the tongue.

Yes, she growled. Chris paused but then resumed his licking. A few moments later, he was pulling at her dress to get to her other breast. Amaya hissed through her teeth as he sucked hard on the new tit. His teeth grazed her nipple before his tongue lavished her nipple with lengthy licks. She pressed her chest against him, wanting to get his mouth as far as possible around her large tits. She wanted to be consumed, and judging from his enthusiasm, Chris had no problem trying.

After a deliciously long time of nipple sucking, Chris had to stop for air. Amaya smiled and knew exactly what she wanted to do next. She placed her hands on the bulge that was pressing against his tight pants and ran her zingers along his zipper. Chris groaned with pleasure until she unbuttoned him and started to unzip him.

No, no, wait, Chris said.

A moment of panic seized her. Had she done something wrong? Was she supposed to let him take the lead now? A thousand doubts filled her mind, and tears formed in her eyes when he got up and walked away.

Just want to pull these shades down, Chris said. Relief replaced her doubt as he did just that. Amaya realized she was tightly wound and tried hard to blink back those tears. Wow, she had it bad. She reminded herself that the hard part was over; all she had to do now was fuck this handsome guy and enjoy herself.

Chris returned to her once the shades were down. Amaya stayed on her knees and reached out for his pants again. She unzipped him and pulled his pants down to reveal tight white briefs. His bulge strained against the material until Amaya pulled his underwear down. She smiled as his cock flopped out, and she took a moment to admire it. It was a decent size, and thinking back to the restroom yesterday, Amaya felt it could have been the first cock she saw.

Amaya took his cock into her mouth, relishing being able to take him down all the way down to his balls. She gently touched them while her mouth encased his cock. Chris groaned loudly and his hands went to her shoulders. Amaya hoped he would clamp his hands down on her shoulders and fuck her mouth, but instead, they just used her shoulders for support. That was OK; Amaya could fuck her own mouth for him. She bobbed back and forth on his cock with delight. Her jaw was still tender from yesterday, but she pushed through the pain. Shed sucked three men yesterday; she could suck just one today.

His cock smelled great. Sweaty. Masculine. It smelled like something that was meant to be sucked by an adoring mouth.

Amaya lost herself in sucking him. Every groan he made was like a caress of her libido. She wanted to reach down and stroke herself but she held off. She wanted to wait. She wanted to hold off her own pleasure until Chris forced it from her. No matter how much she loved filling her mouth with his cock, she kept her hands on his balls and away from her very wet pussy.

OK, stop, Chris groaned, and Amaya did so instantly. Get on the bed, he said next, and Amaya squeezed her thighs together tightly. Finally! He was giving her commands!

She rose from her knees and climbed onto her bed. He didnt tell her to strip or remove her panties, so she didnt. Chris pushed her gently to lie down on her bed, and she did so. Then he lifted her dress until her bright red thong was exposed. Amaya watched Chriss face as he pulled her thong off and looked at her sex. She watched for any signs of dislike or disapproval, but Chris showed none. When he dipped down and placed his mouth on her sex, Amaya let go of any more worries and surrendered to the pleasure.

How long had it been since shed had her pussy licked? Too long, Amaya decided. Chris treated her pussy so very gently, paying attention to every fold of her skin and every drop of her moisture. He lapped her sex, and it felt wonderful. He buried his mouth in her pubic bush, and Amaya gripped her sheets as a spasm of pleasure shot through her. This was nothing like her ex-boyfriends attempts at oral sex. There was no hesitation or half-hearted eating. This was full mouth-on-sex contact, and Amaya couldnt keep her hips from bucking in joy.

Chris rode with her hips, never complaining as Amaya clenched, shivered or pushed her hips up. In the back of her mind, she was a little disappointed. She wanted him to clamp down on her hips with his hands and keep her pinned while he relentlessly ravished her. Instead, he moved with her, keeping his mouth on her no matter where she moved. It almost felt like he was trying too hard to please her as opposed to eating her for his own enjoyment.

When it came to her clitoris, though, Chris was merciless. He attacked her clit with his tongue. Amaya turned her head and bit down on her pillow as he slapped her sensitive nub over and over and over again. It was too intense, and Amaya whimpered happily at the way he pushed her farther than she thought she could endure.

Like it? Chris asked.

Amaya couldnt answer. She could only gasp and nod her head. When he went back down, she braced herself for another assault on her clit, but he kissed her thighs instead. Chris kissed her thighs and flirted briefly with a few licks of his tongue on her pussy lips, but he didnt resume his oral ravishing of her. Amaya clenched her sheets and waited; she was at his mercy and would wait forever for him to eat her again.

Her clenching was in vain. Chris kissed up her body, and his mouth returned to her sensitive nipples. She nearly growled in frustration. If this was part of the teasing, then so be it. No matter how badly she wanted that mouth back between her thighs, she would submit and be happy with him sucking her tits again.

Chris was rougher with her breasts this time, and that was some consolation. Her skin was still a little sore from the tacks, but that soreness was just extra spice on top of the rough way he squeezed and nibbled her tits. He never bit down too hard, though; his teeth just pricked and subtly grazed her full breasts. Amaya squirmed and shut her eyes, praying that Chris would take a vicious bite that would prove how much she could endure. He never did.

He was on top of her, though, and that Amaya relished. Yesterdays restroom-stall walls had reminded her of how long it had been since shed really felt human contact. She loved the weight of his body on top of hers. It pressed her down and pinned her to her bed. His cock throbbed against her thigh, just inches away from her pussy. Amaya thrust her hips against him, her body asking him to fill her because she didnt dare voice her own desires. To her frustration and delight, he ignored what her body was saying and just kept sucking and kissing her breasts. There was so much to suckle that Amaya feared he would never finish and fuck her.

Without a word, Chris stopped and rolled off of her. Amaya opened her eyes and watched him. She kept perfectly still, just as she had the night someone came to her room to spank her. For some reason, she didnt feel the need to even ask what he was doing. He knew she wanted him, and she had faith that he was going to fuck her tonight.

I forgot my condom, Chris said. His face colored as he blushed, and Amaya smiled. He was actually embarrassed to be getting a condom! Amaya smiled, but she was a bit embarrassed herself. She had totally forgotten about condoms, and what about yesterday when shed swallowed three strangers cum? She chided herself for being irresponsible, but she didnt let it spoil the moment. Chris was being smart, and all Amaya could do was learn from it.

The sight of him putting on the condom was quite erotic. He tore open the package and rolled it over his cock. When her ex-boyfriend had made her roll the condom on, Shed hated how slippery it was in her hands and how difficult it was to put on. It was different watching Chris do it. It was like he was decorating his cock for her, adorning it with a silver sheen for her appreciation.

Chris smiled as he walked back to her, and Amaya returned his smile by parting her legs. He leered briefly before regaining his composure and returning to a friendly smile. Amaya didnt care. She liked the leer. It reflected what she felt between her thighs.

He crawled between her thighs and slid easily into her wet sex. Now she did cry out. His girth filled her, and she clenched down hard on what he gave her. Finally! She had warm flesh inside her and not that wonderful but cold vibrator. Chris looked down on her and kissed her briefly.

Then he fucked her. Slow, steady thrusts pushed into her pussy. Amaya wrapped her legs around him and rode his hips. His hands were on either side of her, and Amaya toyed with the idea of placing them on her tits. No, that was his choice to make. She contented herself with wrapping her arms around his back, feeling the muscles move as he fucked her.

Chris grunted as he fucked her, soft little sounds that were almost cute. Amaya watched his face, looking for what she wasnt sure. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open with pleasure. Amaya was delighted to have him inside her, but she wondered if she was there inside his head. She said nothing, content to be used as a grip for his cock if thats all he wanted.

Roll over, he commanded. Amaya clenched in response. He had given her an order! Shivers ran through her body as his words washed over her.

Please, Chris said with a smile as he pulled out.

Please? Amaya felt her stomach sink. Please? Did Wesley ever say please? It just seemed so wrong. Didnt Chris realize how badly she wanted to be told what to do? How badly she wanted to surrender control?

Please?

Amaya did as he asked. She tossed off her dress before rolling over to her stomach and then rising to her hands and knees. She had guessed correctly. Chris pushed the tip of his cock against her slit and pushed right in. Her pussy took him in while her mind debated who he really was. She moaned when he filled her, and she clenched despite the confusion of her emotions.

Chris held her hips tightly as he pounded her. Amaya thrust back into him, meeting him with each fuck. She felt him smack against her buttocks, and the sound made her think of the spanking shed been given in this very room. Images flooded her mind while his cock invaded her pussy. Expectations turned into tests as she imagined one act after another that would prove that Chris was her lover on the phone.

Grab my hair, she whispered under her breath. She wanted him to grab it and pull her head back as he rode her. If he did that, it would mean Chris was Wesley.

He didnt.

Slap my ass, she whispered. If only he would spank her with his open hand and make her buttocks sting. Make her scream from the pain. If he did that, it would mean Chris was Wesley.

He didnt.

Make me ask to cum, Amaya whispered. Why didnt he make her ask for her own pleasure out loud and then grant it to her? Insist that she hold off until he was good and ready? If he did that, it would mean Chris was Wesley.

He didnt.

Perversely, she no longer was willing to be submissive. If anything, she wanted to test how far she could push Chris. The more she thought about it, the more she needed to know: Would he surrender to her?

Lie down, Amaya said as she crawled away from him. His cock popped out of her, and she didnt mourn its loss.

Chris laid on the bed with a satisfied grin. Amaya crawled over him and took a firm hold of his cock. He moaned and gripped the same sheets she had clenched when he first entered her. How could she have ever thought he was Wesley? Or was this the greatest acting job in the world?

She mounted him, filling her sex with him once more. Instead of being self-conscious about her weight, Amaya dropped her full weight onto his hips. She ground into him and clenched her thighs around his hips. Chris moaned as her hips moved back and forth, pinning him and fucking him so terribly slowly.

He reached up to grab her breasts, but Amaya intercepted his hands with her own. She folded his hands on his belly and held them there as she continued to ride him. Chris moaned but he didnt argue. He watched her as she fucked him, and his face was full of adoration.

She couldnt bring herself to return it. Chris was supposed to be her backup lover, the simple, normal guy she could turn to. Now, he was getting off on being told what to do! He was thrusting harder, enjoying the dominance Amaya craved for herself. It was so unfair! Amaya ground harder, fucking him with a vengeance, shifting and twisting her hips without any regard for what his poor cock could handle.

Oh, God! Chris cried out as he climaxed. He shook all over as Amaya continued to ride him. She gave him no time to enjoy his orgasm but fucked him even faster. It was only when he started to curl up and tried to slide out of her that she let him go. Amaya fell to the side and watched as Chriss chest rose up and down rapidly.

Oh, God, he repeated. Did you cum, too?

Yes, she lied.

Oh, God, Chris said again. Wow, I could really go for dinner now!

He laughed, and Amaya faked a laugh with him. A cold pit developed in her stomach at the idea of eating with him though. How could she have gone from liking him so much to how she felt now so quickly? He disappointed her, and she hated him for not even noticing.

No food for me, thanks, Amaya said. Chris looked genuinely hurt, so she added: Im really tired and knew I couldnt last through a whole dinner somewhere. Thats why I, umm, jumped the gun here.

Chris laughed. Jump the gun any time you want, Amaya.

She smiled and nodded. I dont mean to throw you out, but Im really exhausted, and the sex wore me out.

Oh, no, of course, Chris said. He moaned as he sat up. She watched impatiently as he grabbed his pants and slipped his shoes back on. She rose from her bed and threw her dress back on. Chris pulled off his condom and looked helpless. Amaya told him to use her trash can and not to worry about it.

At the door, he turned to kiss her. I didnt, you know, plan to do this, he said.

I know, she said in what she thought was a helpful way.

It must have worked, because he smiled and kissed her again before leaving.

Amaya sat down. What the fuck was that? She tried to piece it together, tried to retrace her steps and understand what had just happened, but it was beyond her. Her emotions were in such a state of flux that she didnt know how she felt anymore.

The cell phone rang. Amaya swallowed and picked it up gingerly. Hed said she had the day off; was he changing his mind?

Hello, Amaya. That didnt go as you expected, did it?

No, she said. Wait, how did you know that?

Wesley sighed. Because I know you, Amaya. You would never be content just to have sex with someone. You want to be used; you want to be hurt, because that proves you are not in control. A horny college kid cant do those things without being told to, and even then hed just be doing it for you. You dont want a boyfriend, Amaya. You want to be owned.

She wanted to deny him, but there was no way she could argue. Chris had left her feeling unfulfilled. She had spent the day fantasizing about Chris but when he was here she wished he were Wesley. Wesley had a bigger grip on her heart than she realized.

What are you suggesting? she asked.

Im suggesting that you might be the woman Ive been looking for, and I want to upgrade our little game.

Upgrade? she said.

I am doing away with the one-hour rule. From now on, when I call you, youll obey me until the task is completed. You will still be paid, but the games will become more involved. Is that agreeable to you, or would you like to quit now?

Yes, she responded quietly.

Excellent, Wesley said. Go to your window and peek out through the shades. Look directly across from you, and then look a floor down and two windows to your right.

She did as he asked. She recognized the room right away: It was the same room where a group of guys had watched her when she posed topless by her window. There was a large group of guys there, and they were in a boisterous mood. It took her a minute to realize that Chris was one of them.

Oh, my God, she whispered. He was shaking hands and getting slapped on the back as though he had just won a prize. Amayas stomach sank as she realized what that prize must have been!

I looked him up in the school computer when you gave me his name, Wesley said. When I discovered that he lived across from you in the same building, I did a little more research. Apparently, he saw you at your window and decided you were easy. My sources tell me that he also saw you the other day when you wore your punishment bra. I dont know what his feelings for you are, but I do know he approached you because of your body and your willingness to show it off.

Asshole, she said, and she wasnt sure if she meant Wesley or Chris. It did explain a lot about Chris. It explained more than she wanted to think about. The worst part was that he wanted to use her for sex, but he was so bad at it.

And what did that say about Wesley? Hed known about Chris but waited till after she fucked the liar to tell her? How could he let her do that? Perhaps he enjoyed being mentally cruel? Perhaps hed wanted her to fuck Chris so she could get over him and then tell her the truth to finish off any lingering feelings? Either way, she just felt hurt right now.

You didnt orgasm, did you?

No, she said. Despite her hurt feelings, she felt herself get wet at that simple question.

Get the paddle I sent you, and bend over your bed, ass out.

The suddenness of his command shocked her, but Amaya felt her cheeks flush and her heart race. Yes, this was much easier. Easier to obey and get fucked than think about the manipulations of men. She scrambled for her purse and fished out the paddle. Yanking her dress back off, she got into position exactly as Wesley had commanded.

This is not a game, Amaya. This is just something you need, and today, I am willing to give it to you. Understand?

Yes! she said, and there was a tremble to her voice.

Then spank yourself six times, hard.

The angle was awkward, but she did it. She slapped her ass with the paddle while holding the phone in the crook of her neck. Despite the bad angle, Amaya managed to hit her ass pretty hard, and she was proud of the loud whacks.

Harder than that, Amaya, Wesley said, and his tone was harsh. Six more.

She did them, biting her lip as her ass burned.

Six more, harder!

She obeyed.

Now, five as fast as you can.

Her ass burned, but she obeyed. The rapid blows were worse than the hard hits. She tried to spread the paddle hits around her ass, but it was hard to do, bent over as she was. The heat just continued to build and build on her sensitive skin.

Faster than that, girl. Five more!

She did them faster.

Five more, faster!

She cried out as she spanked her own ass faster.

Tell me you want to climax, Wesley commanded.

Yes! I want to climax!

Five more hits, hard this time.

Amaya hit her ass as hard as she whimpered from each hit.

Do you want to climax? Wesley asked.

Yes, please!

Five more hits, fast as you can.

She obeyed, and despite the pain, it felt good to obey.

Tell me you want to climax.

Please, please, please let me cum! Amaya begged.

Stay bent over, and finger yourself, he commanded. Finger-fuck yourself like I would if I were there.

She dropped the paddle and immediately obeyed. Her fingers sunk into her warm pussy, a pussy that had only minutes before been filled with Chriss cock. She clenched just thinking about it, and she was stunned to realize that her fingers felt ten times better than his thrusting cock. It was all in the context.

Pull your fingers out, he commanded. Press the star key to lock the keypad. Put the phone against your pussy. Rub yourself with the phone, my horny girl.

Amaya didnt hesitate. She steadied herself with one hand and placed the phone where he commanded with the other. Her pubic hairs snagged and the plastic felt odd against her pussy, but she was so damn turned on. The heat from the spankings was still burning her ass, but it only encouraged her to fuck faster. She ground against the phone, fucking herself with a passion she hadnt felt with Chris.

The orgasms came upon her quickly and shot through her entire body. She collapsed onto the bed and clenched her thighs tightly around the phone. Thoughts of Chris and Wesley were obliterated with pure pleasure. This is what her body craved. This is how she wanted to be fucked. Everything else was just distraction.

I came, she reported. The phone smelled like her pussy. It didnt bother her at all.

I heard, Wesley said. Tomorrow, the game continues. Will you be prepared emotionally?

Yes, Amaya lied. Will I ever see you in person?

Wesley chuckled, and it was such a warm sound coming from him. My dear Amaya. Havent you realized what the grand prize is yet? When you have passed all my games and proven your worth to me, then you will join me full time, forever and ever, in games you cant even imagine.

After a night of shocks, this one was by far the most stunning. She was speechless, exhilarated, happy, suspicious and turned on. It was what she had hoped for, but after the betrayals she had just gone through, she couldnt let herself believe it. Join Wesley full time? Unbelievable.

Sleep tight, Amaya, Wesley said. Prepare yourself not only for the games, but for what you may eventually win.



Part 11

Amaya awoke minutes before her alarm. She was lying on her stomach, and her thong was pulling tightly across her sex. The smell of sex was still in the air, and the feeling of Chriss cock was still in her pussy. Without thinking about it much, she ground against the bed for a few moments and enjoyed the arousal that permeated her body.

Wesleys promise came back to her as she awakened more, and she moaned. Hed promised to take her completely. Hed promised to bypass the phone and claim her in person. Hed promised it would be forever and ever. All she had to do was pass his tests.

She smiled. Test her all he wanted; she could take it. The games that used to scare her seemed trivial now, minor when compared to the possible rewards. In fact, Amaya wished she could go back and face those tests again, just to show how much better she could do. As frightening as some of them had been, she knew now how much more thrilling the sex was with the elements Wesley added. Especially now that Chris had reminded her how boring sex could be.

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Chris! She had almost forgotten about him. She didnt miss him at all, but she was quite angry. Hed wanted to meet her because hed seen her nearly naked at her window. He wanted her only for her tits and ass. Perhaps Wesley did, too, but at least he also wanted her for her bravery. He wanted to see how far she would go. Chris cared little for pushing her, just getting off and hoping Amaya was enjoying herself, too. It was such a waste. Chris wanted her because he had seen her playing an erotic game of nerve and exhibitionism, but he had no interest in those games himself.

She sat up and put on her glasses. The shades were still pulled, and she wondered whether her windows were still being watched. All she was wearing was her thong, but Amaya was feeling defiant. She walked over to her window and pulled up the shade. The warm sunlight felt good on her skin, so she brazenly put her arms behind her back and soaked it in. Already, early risers in several rooms had spotted her topless appearance, but she ignored them. They were there, and she was here. If Chris happened to see what he would never fuck again, so be it.

Amaya smiled as she pulled down the shade. Her heart was racing, but it had been fun. She doubted she would do it again, but with her anger at Chris still fresh in her mind, it had been easy. She wondered if she should tell Wesley about it. She wondered if he would find it exciting that she had reproduced one of his dares on her own. It was something to think about.

The rest of the day went fairly quickly. She ate in the cafeteria, went to classes and started reading a history book. It was a warm day, so Amaya kept the windows open in her dorm. She kept her clothes on, though, deciding that flashing the rest of the dorm might not be the best idea shed ever had.

At times, she wondered why she wasnt anticipating Wesleys phone call as she had in days past. She was rested and not nearly as anxious as she used to be. For the first time in days, she didnt watch the clock as the day went on. Now that she knew what she was playing for, shouldnt she be more nervous? Yet she was calm all day long.

Maybe it was because she didnt have any hesitation anymore. There was no longer any confusion about Chris. Although she still didnt know who Wesley really was, it wasnt important. All she knew was that she craved Wesley and that he craved her. It would all unfold when he was ready. Considering how long she had spent waiting for her financial aid, how much she had hoped for help from her ex-boyfriend and her parents and how much her roommate Helen had taken advantage of her, Amaya was happy to have some control in her life, even if was from the other side of a phone.

She was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner when the cell phone rang. Smiling, she picked it up and ignored the rumblings of her stomach. Food could wait; this was what she lived for. The phone still smelled like her pussy, and Amaya clenched as she thought about last night.

Good evening, Amaya, Wesley said. Get dressed and put on your shoes.

I am dressed, she said. Shoes on and everything.

He chuckled. Good. I like an eager woman. Tonight, your task is simple. Leave your dorm and head toward the financial aid offices. From there, you should be able to see Wicker Street. Do you know the place I am talking about?

Yes, Amaya said.

Good. Head down Wicker Street until you see the Omega Epsilon Sigma fraternity. Ask for Mark, and tell him you are there to serve.

Serve? she asked quietly. The fear came rushing back. A fraternity? What was she expected to do?

Yes, serve, Wesley said. You are to do exactly as Mark says until he says you are done for the night. Understand?

What will I be doing? Amaya asked.

Serving, Wesley said. The fraternity is another project of mine. I teach the members things, and in return, they do favors for me. You are my favor tonight. I will check in after they let you go, and if one man there has a complaint, I will consider that you have failed the game. Am I clear?

I dont know if I can do this, Amaya said. Am I going to have to fuck them?

Perhaps. Service takes many forms. The question is, can you do this for me?

Those were the magic words. Ill try, she said.

You have 30 minutes to present yourself at their door. Remember, its the Omega Epsilon Sigma house. Dont be late.

He hung up, and Amaya was in a state of shock. A fraternity? She had just dumped Chris, and now Wesley wanted her to be in a house full of Chrises? No, he wanted her to serve. Was she a maid? A prostitute? What was she expected to do?

She locked up her room and followed Wesleys directions to Wicker Street. Her empty stomach was forgotten as she wrestled with what he required of her. Like most freshmen, all she knew of fraternities was what she saw in movies. Visions of lewd jocks and drunk men ran through her mind. This wouldnt be easy at all.

The Omega Epsilon Sigma house was smaller than shed expected. It was only two stories tall and not nearly as majestic and fabulous as some of the sorority houses she passed by every day. It was well kept, though, unlike a lot of fraternities. The lawn was mowed, and there were no cans lying around.

The other thing she noticed was that there were heavy curtains on all the windows. In the past week, Amaya had begun to recognize when a place was protected against voyeurs.

As she walked up to the door, she noticed the Greek letters hanging on the side of the house. Her heart skipped a beat before she laughed out loud. The letters were W, E and S.

She was less afraid as she knocked on the door. A minute passed before it was answered by a tall, lanky man. He seemed to be all arms and legs topped by a pair of thin glasses. Amaya frowned in surprise. This looked like the kind of guy fraternities beat up on, not made one of their own.

Hello, she said. Im supposed to meet Mark.

The man smiled. It was a hungry smile. His eyes took her in and his smile got bigger the longer he looked at her. It was as if he were he was imagining the possibilities of what to do with her and every idea was better than the last. At least, it was better for him. The almost feral way he smiled did not in the least promise that it would be good for Amaya.

Hello, Amaya, he said. Im Mark, and weve been expecting you. Please come in. His polite tone did not match his greedy smile.

Thank you, she said.

Inside, the fraternity was not what shed expected. It looked very spartan and didnt have much in the way of decoration. The furniture was cheap but well taken care of. Amaya couldnt help staring at it all. Shed thought fraternities were decadent houses supported by wealthy alumni. This place looked like just a larger version of a dorm.

I know it doesnt look like much, but we spend our money elsewhere, Mark said.

Amaya blushed. She didnt want to come across as rude, but already, this man could tell what she was thinking. Feeling nervous, she cracked a joke to cover her embarrassment.

You spend it all on beer, right? As soon as she said it, she realized how insulting it sounded.

Mark didnt hesitate. His hand snapped out and slapped her ass. His large hand smacked her hard, knocking her forward a few steps. She squealed, more from the shock of being spanked than from the actual pain.

Show a little more respect, he said. The smile was gone now, replaced a neutral, almost dismissive tone.

Im sorry, Amaya said. Had she already screwed up? Her stomach tightened, and she couldnt believe she had been so flippant. I am really sorry.

He stared at her and then turned around to walk down a hall.

Come, he said.

She followed him down the hallway and into a huge room that took up half of the first floor. It was a kind of library. Bookshelves lined every wall. Comfortable chairs and desks filled the rest of the room, but it was the books that dominated the space. Amaya would have never guessed that a fraternity would have such a huge collection.

I dont think you appreciate exactly what kind of place this is, Mark said. Go look at the titles.

Amaya did as he asked. She expected to find textbooks, but what she found instead made her catch her breath. They were erotica books. Stories about naughty maids and office discipline were on the first shelf she looked at. Further down was a shelf filled with sex-education books, and the next one held large coffee-table books filled with erotic bondage art and photographs.

We have different priorities than other fraternities, Mark said. We also expect a certain level of behavior and discipline.

Before Amaya could answer, another man walked into the room. He was barely five feet tall, and his eyes were focused and intense. When he looked at Amaya, it was as though he were getting ready to grade her on some test she had already failed. She looked down at him, but she couldnt shake the feeling that maybe she should be beneath him.

Hello, Nick, Mark said. This is Wesleys favor.

Nick scratched the little bit of stubble under his chin, and the action seemed boyish and out of place on a man with such stern eyes. Wesley does have a fondness for the busty girls, doesnt he?

Nick, Mark said in the same stern voice he had used with Amaya. You know the rules. No discussing Wesley in front of the candidate.

Amaya deflated. Thats too bad. I was really hoping to learn more about him.

You wont from us, Mark said. Omega Epsilon Sigma owes everything to Wesley, and were not going to mess up a good thing.

Amaya nodded, but she didnt give up hope. They were boys. Surely, they would tell her something if she asked nicely enough. Even now, Nick looked like he was debating it. When he started to speak, she felt a guilty bit of relief. These guys wouldnt be so hard to deal with, after all.

Ill tell you a little story, Nick said. One time, Wesley was playing his game with a pretty black girl. We all had a crush on her. She was a genius in chemistry and already knew some of us from some labs we shared. One guy, David, decided that he would date her on the side. They dated for a while until Wesley found out. We all thought Wesley would throw David out of the fraternity, but he didnt. He just stopped playing with the girl and wished David the best of luck.

That was nice of him, Amaya said.

Nick smirked. It was. But from then on, any project or special treat he gave us, it was always when David was doing something else. Sure, David could live with us and study with us, but Wesley didnt trust him with anything after that. Wesley didnt let him help with the games or invite him to the parties he holds. David was shut out, even though Wesley never said a bad thing about him.

It was perfectly clear to the rest of us, Mark said. Fuck with Wesley, and Wesley wouldnt have anything to do with you any more. No one has dated a girl of Wesleys again.

Amaya nodded. That small bit of relief had been stepped on. Well, what did she expect? Shed known Wesley for less than two weeks. These boys had played by his rules all the time for who knows how long. Wesleys style was all over them.

May I? Nick said. Amaya almost responded before she realized the question was directed at Mark. The taller boy nodded and Nick stepped up to Amaya. She took a step back reflexively. For that, Nicks hand snapped forward and grabbed her hair. He twisted it in his fist and pulled back towards him.

Dont ever step away, he snarled. His hand tightened in her hair.

I wont, she said. Her heart was racing.

Nick snorted, clearly not believing her. With one hand still in her hair, he placed the other on her breast. His palm was over her nipple as the rest of his fingers closed around her breast. Amaya hissed through her teeth as he squeezed her breast painfully tighlyt. She didnt resist, though. She wasnt sure if it was because of her fear of these two or how terribly wet her pussy was.

Mark started to talk again. Were a non-national fraternity, which means we dont have any national supervision or rules. Were a private fraternity with an emphasis on intelligence over money or connections. It costs nothing to join, except the willpower it requires to follow Wesleys rules.

Amaya couldnt get over the way he was just talking while Nick mauled her breast. It was very uncomfortable. One on one with Nick, it wouldnt have been so bad, but having Mark watch every squeeze of her breast was just too much. It was so casual to them, but it was hard for her to stand there and get groped for an audience.

Nick released her breast and moved to her other one. This time his fingers just pinched the hard nipple that was poking against her clothes. Amaya bit her lip as he pinched and twisted.

Mark flashed his greedy smile and kept talking. You might be wondering how we can afford the house without wealthy parents paying our way. Ill bet Wesley could fund it, but he said we needed to learn to be self-sufficient. So far, weve stayed afloat through grants. Wesley is a wizard when it comes to finding funding. This semester, were taking soil samples around town for an environmentalist grant.

Yeah. Nick snickered. When you have a houseful of perverts, you need to keep them doing something. He released Amayas nipple, but his hand was still tight in her hair. That made her terribly nervous. At least when he was groping her, she knew how she was being used.

Perverts? Amaya asked. I mean, is the whole house like this room?

Mark smiled. I guess you can say this is a fraternity that turns geeks and nerds into people like Wesley.

Both Nick and Mark smiled then, and Amaya felt a shiver run down her spine and settle between her thighs. An entire fraternity of Wesleys? Did they learn how to spank and drive women like her crazy? The idea was frightening, and yet if she had known about them when she started school, she would have been stalking this house from the first day!

What are you going to do with me?

Mark stepped closer to her and reached between her legs. She groaned as he cupped his hands over her pants right over her sex. He bent down till his mouth was by her ear. Nick released her hair, but Amaya wasnt going anywhere. She closed her eyes and tried not to grind against Marks hand.

Whatever the fuck we want, Amaya, Mark said.

Nick laughed as Amayas eyes popped open in fear. Marks hand left her sex and grabbed her hair in much the same way Nick had. A shiver ran through Amaya as she realized that both of them had been taught this hair grab by Wesley.

Come on, Amaya, Mark said. Lets go upstairs.

Oh, God, Amaya moaned. Neither boy answered. Still holding her by the hair, Mark dragged her as though he was pulling a pet or a reluctant child. Nick followed. His scowling and general disapproval had been replaced with a stern neutral face. Amaya felt trapped between the two men, although she knew deep down it was Wesley who had trapped her. The house and the men were just his instruments for the next challenge he had designed.

They passed a woman washing the floor. Amaya stared at her with disbelief. The woman was completely nude except for a thick leather collar. Long blond hair covered her face as she scrubbed the floor with a sponge. The womans ass was glowing from red paddle strikes, and Amaya knew from her limited experience that the woman had been spanked within the hour.

The woman looked up at them and smiled. Amaya couldnt believe how mature the woman was. She looked like she was in her thirties. What was she doing here?

Mark dragged Amaya past the woman. Nick stopped for a moment and did something Amaya couldnt see. She did hear the woman moan, though. A flash of jealousy surged through her, stronger than any fear she was feeling right now.

Was that another of Wesleys favors? Amaya couldnt believe how bitter her voice sounded.

Mark tightened his grip in Amayas hair. Oh, no. That slut is our little project. We cant live on Wesleys tossed scraps alone.

They climbed the stairs to the second floor and passed many small bedrooms before they reached their destination. Mark took out some keys and unlocked the door. He let Amaya go first, and she tried to appear brave as she entered the room. She just knew it would be a dungeon or some sort of kinky parlor where who knows what would happen. No matter what perverse playground this was going to be, Amaya wasnt going to chicken out and give these men reason to complain to Wesley.

For what seemed like the thousandth time today, she was surprised by what she saw. Instead of a dungeon filled with cages and chains, it was a rather empty room devoid of any furniture. It was the walls that held her attention  and her fear. Panties and bras had been nailed to the walls in a multi-colored tribute to the women who had been here before. Amaya couldnt count how many of the panties were thongs. How many sets of clothes were there? Fifty? A hundred?

Strip, Amaya, Mark said. The tone of his voice that made he jump. It was just like Wesleys when he told her to do something.

She didnt say anything. With the door still open and Nick openly leering at her, Amaya did as she was told. Her heart was racing while she peeled off her blouse and shimmied out of her jeans. When Mark whistled at her tight pink thong and pink bra there was a brief flash of wanting to cover herself back up but she fought it. She popped off her bra and then slid off her thong. She stood before these two strangers naked and waited for their next command.

They said nothing as they walked around her. Around and around they circled, neither of them saying a thing. Amaya stared straight ahead and tried to calm her racing heart. What were they thinking, she wondered. Were they deciding how to spank her? Were they debating who would fuck her first? Would she have a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy?

Look at that, Nick said. Shes already dripping down her leg.

Amayas face blushed deep red.

Good, shell make for an excellent demonstration, Mark said.

Demonstration? Amaya thought.

Again, it was as though they had read her mind. Yes, Amaya, Mark said. Youre here for a demonstration. This is a learning fraternity, and we teach our members a lot about how to treat women like you.

Oh, my God, she said without thinking.

Nick laughed. Yes. Sure, we have our own slut, but the demonstration is more effective with a woman we havent all fucked.

He went over to the cabinet and opened it. He brought out a huge and very plush blindfold . He fit it over her face, and she was plunged into darkness.

Since what we teach is for us, theres no need for you to listen, Mark said. Something pressed against her ear and slid into her canal. It expanded, and the world faded away. She heard a voice, but the ear plugs kept her from understanding what was said.

Hands went to her shoulders and forced her down. She went to her knees, and her mouth watered at the obvious implications of such a position. She tried to relax, But it was impossible. All she could think of was how many men would see her naked and what they might do to her.

A loud pounding echoed in the room and penetrated even her earplugs. It sounded like a hammer. They were nailing her underwear to the wall. She was already another conquest to them. Even though it was Wesley whod sent her here and Wesley she was doing this for, she couldnt shake the feeling that Omega Epsilon Sigma owned a piece of her today and forever.

Time passed. There was nothing to do but kneel in darkness and silence. Then she heard voices, lots of them. She strained to hear, but she couldnt make anything out. All she could tell was that the room was full of people. She could hear the chatter and feel the heat from their bodies in the small room.

A hand grabbed her right breast and squeezed. Someone talked as her breast was pulled and then given a little shake. She tried to be quiet, almost clinical, but when a thumb rolled over her nipple, a moan escaped her lips. The chatter in the room dropped to silence, and all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart.

The hand continued to grope her breast, sometimes moving to the other breast. Amaya imagined that it was Mark giving a little lecture. He was telling them her bra size or maybe explaining how sensitive her nipple was. He was educating a new generation of Wesleys to tease, fondle and grope women like her. Amaya shuddered as she realized that a whole group of men was being told how to control her.

The hand moved away from her breasts and up her neck. A large hand encircled her throat. A surge of panic rose within her, and she almost rose to her feet with it. Other hands pushed down on her shoulders. There was the sound of talking, and Amaya strained to hear what was being said. The hand stayed around her neck, not tightening or choking her but oh so terribly capable of doing so.

The hand mercifully moved away from her throat and to her face. A finger coaxed her lips and then slipped in. Amaya sucked on the finger out of reflex. She could hear laughter but she didnt care. Sucking a finger was far easier to deal with than that hand on her throat.

A second finger joined the first, and she sucked on it as well. The fingers were thrusting now, fucking her mouth while the entire crowd watched. A hand went to her hair and tipped her head back. The fingers dived down her mouth, pumping up and down for everyone to see.

A third finger forced her lips apart, and Amaya almost choked. The thrusting kept going. The fingers spread, and her lips struggled to contain them. What could they possibly be demonstrating? And was she doing it right? Even though she was kneeling naked in a room filled with young perverts while her mouth was being vigorously fucked, Amaya couldnt stop worrying over whether she was doing it right.

Her hair was released, and the fingers left her mouth. Drool had slid down her chin, but Amaya couldnt bring herself to wipe it. She was afraid to move. Even though she knew the spit glistening on her chin made her look like some wanton slut, Amaya wasnt going to do a damn thing she hadnt been told to do.

For a few minutes, nothing happened, and she was worried that maybe the display was over. She realized she was hoping for far more. What kind of a girl was she turning into?

Then hands grabbed her by the shoulders and stodd her up. Other hands went to her ankles and spread her legs very wide. The fingers stroked her thighs up towards her sex. Amaya wanted to close her thighs and shield herself, but instead she balled her fingers into fists and fought off the urge. She clenched her eyes shut under the blindfold and tried to slip into meaningless drone of the muffled voices.

The fingers stroked her pubic hair and then pulled aside her pubic lips, opening her sex for all the strangers in the room to see. Amaya felt the heat of her blush spread from her face down her chest. Her most private area was being discussed, examined and prodded. Worse, she knew that there was no hiding her arousal from the group as the fingers wiped off a sample of her moisture for everyone to see.

Just when she thought she could keep still and quiet no longer, the fingers slowly stroked her sex. She moaned out loud at the unexpected stimulation. Oh, God, she was being masturbated! One finger rubbed her clitoris while another penetrated her. It was done gently, but the fact that it was being done to her while a crowd of strangers looked on made the whole act so dirty. Amaya didnt know if she was expected to climax or not, and she wasnt sure if she could, but she did know that she would have no choice in the matter.

On and on the fingers stroked. Amaya was breathing hard, and she wondered if everyone was watching her heaving breasts. It was amazing to her that there were no cuffs, no cage and no restraints, and yet here she was. She was just standing here being masturbated for the education of boys she might never meet. It made her feel like an easy slut to be so willing to surrender herself, and at the same time it made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the school to have who knows how many boys staring between her legs.

The fingers stroked faster, and Amaya knew that she was expected to climax. She was surprised by how eager she was to do so. Let these boys see how a woman has pleasure. Let them learn how to bring her off. Let them watch her bite her lip and cry out as the fingers fucked her.

Let Wesley know that this, too, she does for him.

Amaya had planned to be quiet, but her arousal was too great. When the pleasure burst within her, she doubled over. As the bliss bounced around her body, she thrashed, and her knees gave out but the hands held her up till she could regain her strength. Her desire to be subtle and quiet was forgotten in the inferno of her orgasm.

The fingers moved away, and she just breathed. She stood there while incomprehensible chatter continued around her. Again, she worried that it was over. What had begun as an exercise that she didnt think she could go through with had turned into something she couldnt imagine ever ending. It was strange how every task Wesley gave her was like that. How did he know that she would enjoy everything? Or did he not know, and this was his way of finding out?

She was still wrestling with this problem when she felt warm fingers stroke her nipple. The two sets of hands around her shoulders let go but they were replaced by other hands. A lot more hands! They were all over her, and Amaya froze as she realized that now all of the boys were touching her.

The hands explored her, and there were so many of them, Amaya couldnt focus on any one. Someone grabbed a nipple and flicked it gently. Someone cupped her ass and squeezed. Someone pulled her hair harshly, while someone else pinched the lip of her sex.

Her breasts were the focus of most of the attention. Hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. Other hands played with her nipples, and Amaya would hiss as they pinched and pulled. Someone bit her breast and she cried out. The biter moved away, but someone bit her other breast. She cried out again, and this time laughter filled the room. If she had been hoping for mercy, she knew without a doubt that there was going to be none here.

In time, they shifted from her tits to her sex. Fingers slid into her wet sex and thrust a few times, only to be pulled out and away. Not that her sex was neglected for long. There was always a new hand willing to explore. Finger after finger touched her sex. Each of them touched her in their own way, and each of them satisfied some personal question. Some played with her clitoris, rolling and playing with it as though it were a nipple. Others plunged deep inside her, fucking so hard that she went to her tiptoes from the force of the thrust. In no time, Amaya was dripping down her leg, and even those trails of her juice were touched and examined.

The first smack on her ass took her by surprise, although deep down she had known it was coming. A second blow struck her, followed by a third; another hand that gave her the fourth slap. Like everything else, the spanking was random and completely out of her control. Large hands, small hands, fast hands, slow hands, strong hands and weak all struck her bottom. Some would squeeze her ass afterwards, while others would pinch or drag fingernails across her skin. There was no warmup or rhythm to these blows. It was just the eager slaps of men taking as much or as little as they wanted from her.

The hands moved all over her. Her ears were tugged, and spots of her neck were viciously pinched. Hands gripped her thighs while others casually stroked her elbows. Fingers would enter her mouth while other fingers scratched down her back. Every inch of her was groped, stroked, pinched and touched. She was explored and transformed from a woman into something that was here purely for their hands. She was their toy, and she knew it.

Someone took her hand and placed it on a cock. Despite all the hands and sensations that she was experiencing, the feeling of a warm cock was what made her knees shake. Her fingers closed around the cock. She didnt have to ask, and the hand that brought her to the cock didnt need to encourage her. Amaya stroked the cock, realizing that this too was her role here.

Her other hand was guided to another cock. She masturbated that one, too. Other hands kept touching her, but they became secondary to the cocks in her hands. This was something she could focus on. The groping, the pinching, the spanking and the wonderful fingers that kept touching her sex became background sensations. Amayas mind was focused on the two cocks that wanted her touch. She stroked them, her hands adjusting for their individual sizes. Each cock pulsed in her hands and although she couldnt see or hear the men the cocks belonged to, she could feel how much they needed her. It didnt take Amaya long to realize how much she needed those cocks. After being mauled and aroused, it was such a release to act.

The second cock she had grasped was the first one to climax. A hand grabbed her bicep and squeezed painfully tightly as the cock in her hand surged and shook. Warm seed fell on her hand, reminding her of how Ricks semen had coated her fingers. The hand released her arm and moved away, taking the cock with it. A towel was pressed into her hand and cleaned her fingers. Amaya had only a second to flex her fingers before another cock was placed in her grip. She smiled. Yes, this is how it would be.

Amaya stood there and stroked off the fraternity. Blind and deaf, she stood there while they continued to explore her body. This was no demonstration. There were no lessons here. She knew now that they had lied, and that was OK. The men of Omega Epsilon Sigma were just going to use her for their own enjoyment. She wondered if the difference between men like Wesley and these young guys was the ability to just admit what they wanted and take it?

How long did it take her to jack them all off two at a time? Amaya had no idea. Her hands began to ache after the first twelve. She kept stroking. Her fingers curled around all different sizes of cocks. She kept stroking. The other hands didnt stop, although there were fewer hands as she brought more men to orgasm. She kept stroking. Her nipples were still pinched, her ass was still spanked, her skin was still scratched, her mouth was still opened by insistent fingers, and her pussy was never left alone for a second. Amaya kept stroking.

Eventually, no more cocks came forward. Only then did she realized that for the first time in what felt like years, there were no hands on her. She stood there and somehow felt more naked. Without the constant sensation of being touched, Amaya became painfully aware of how much her own desire had grown. Her last orgasm seemed so long ago, and now her pussy was wet, throbbing and craving the same release she had brought to these boys.

Hands touched her hands and guided them to her sex. Amaya dropped to her knees again, and this time nothing stopped her. Yes, this was only natural. She was blindfolded and being looked at by so many strangers, but bringing herself to orgasm seemed like the only logical thing that could happen next. After being touched by so many strangers, feeling her own fingers on her sex felt strange. It was comforting and so damn welcome.

She climaxed within a minute. She screamed when she came, and she didnt care what they thought. The orgasm was so strong that she bent forward slowly till her head touched the floor. She stayed like that, in exhausted submission to whatever came next. It just seemed right.

Thank you, she said. Thanks had not been asked for, but again, it just seemed right.

Hands came for her again. This time they brought clothes. Her shirt was put over her. Hands held her steady as her legs were guided into her pants. Amaya briefly wondered why there was no underwear, but then she remembered. Her thong and bra had been nailed to the walls of the room, staying here as a memorial to what shed experienced. Amaya knew that her thoughts and sexual fantasies would be staying here, too, perhaps never to leave.

She was taken downstairs. Still blindfolded, she was guided through the fraternity. A breeze struck her face and the sounds of cars filtered through her earplugs. Amaya was outside, and she felt the slamming of her door behind her. She had been dismissed.

She took the blindfold off and couldnt believe it was dark outside. The earplugs came out, and she winced from the sudden flood of noise that greeted her. Was day-to-day life always this nosy?

Amaya stumbled off the porch and looked back at the fraternity. Inside, a group of sated men were discussing her. Inside was a room where her underwear hung as a tribute. Inside was a woman who served horny college guys in every way possible. Amaya felt a pang of regret at the thought that she might never go back there again.

Her phone rang. Her fingers kept trying to curl into the grip she had used to stroke the guys off. She answered it and waited for Wesleys judgment.

Hello, Amaya, Wesley said. I heard from Mark. He said you did very well.

Good, she said. I did my best.

Yes, I believe you did. I want you to understand something, Amaya. If you are mine, I will use you as I wish. It may amuse me to send you back to them. It may amuse me to send you to any of my friends and have them do what they wish with you. After what you have experienced today, do you think you could accept a life of being given to whomever I decide?

Amaya looked back at the fraternity house. Yes, she said, and there was no hesitation.

Good, Wesley said. And just so you know, Marks cock was one of the ones you sucked off the other day.

He chuckled when she gasped. Your money will be under your door. Ill call you tomorrow, Amaya.

He hung up, and Amaya walked home in a daze. Even after all she had experienced today, the thought that she had sucked Mark off kept coming back to her. She had spent a day with a man she had sucked off and didnt even know it. What other man was walking around, knowing what she had done but unknown to her? It could be anyone.

As soon as she realized that, her sex got wet all over again. Amaya smiled. Thats why hed told her.



Part Twelve

Amaya was in the showers early the next morning. Last night had been a strange and exhilarating experience, and she had slept very soundly. Well, except for endless horny dreams about being groped till she climaxed again and again. When she awoke, she groaned with disappointment that she was alone in her room. If only she had a hand or two  or a dozen  to keep her company.

She got in the shower because it was the only place that she could get that all-over sensation she was craving. Standing under the water, she closed her eyes and imagined being back at the house. Every drop of water became a finger tracing her body, and the patter of the shower became the chatter of the unknown boys.

Her hands kept curling. Walking to the showers, her hands had curled. Standing under water, her fingers curled around imaginary cocks. Anytime she was distracted, her hands resumed the shapes theyd held for hours last night. It was like her body was eager to grasp cock once more and give pleasure. Amaya couldnt get over how her body was acting almost independently of her. This wasnt what she expected when she came to college!

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The water rained down on her back as she thought about it. What was she doing here? Her parents had always wanted a child in college. Here she was, and she didnt even have a major. In the back of her mind, she had expected that something would attract her interest and that she would pursue that as a career. Instead, she had come to college and discovered there was no magic answer to what to do with her life. Well, except for Wesley, and for that matter, men like him.

Amaya stood there under the water and considered what kind of answer Wesley was. Could she really do this all the time? She was a smart girl; wasnt she supposed to aspire to being more than just a kinky slut? As much as she thought she should be focusing on college, she couldnt deny how great she felt when she was playing Wesleys games. It gave her a sense of purpose even if that purpose was to be used for someone elses enjoyment. Pleasing Wesley was a hell of a lot more fun that pleasing her parents had been.

When she finally finished her shower, Amaya returned to her room and got dressed for the day. Wesleys envelope yesterday had contained a stack of twenties along with two other surprises. There was a very small green vibrator, along with a little bottle of lube. The vibrator was small, but it had a strange wide base that was much wider than it was long. There was no note, but Amaya felt it would be best to pack the two with her today. She certainly didnt want Wesley to call and her not be ready for him.

She wore a yellow floral print skirt so she could use the vibrator without stripping. The idea of not wearing any underwear appealed to her, and she decided to dare it. To go with the skirt, she opted for a white t-shirt over a light pink bra. Amaya felt light and summery, as well as horny just thinking about what Wesley might have her use that vibrator for.

Despite the vibrator and lube in her purse, Amaya was able to turn her attention to her classes. She took notes and paid attention to the lectures like a good student. Part of her was still unsure whether college was what she really wanted to do, but Wesley had been clear on how he felt about her classes, so she kept at it. Besides, it was easier waiting for his phone call if she had something to do.

The bright sunshine of the morning gave way to unexpected afternoon showers. Amaya had just finished a biology class, and she had a few hours before her next class. She looked out the window and realized her skirt and t-shirt were going to get soaked. It would be a cold, wet walk back to her dorm, but she knew she had to change her clothes.

The cell phone rang. Amaya moaned as she answered it but she also felt her heart race. What game did he have today?

Nice little rain shower, isnt it? Wesley asked.

Yes, I was heading for my dorm, Amaya said.

Oh, I dont think so, Wesley said. Do you have my gift from yesterday?

Amaya blushed. Yes, but Im still at my biology class.

Wesley laughed. Slow down, my horny girl. I dont want you to fuck yourself in class. At least not today. No, for now I want you to go to the library. Call me when you get there.

The rain increased in intensity as Amaya watched. He hadnt give her a deadline for going, but she wasnt going to push it. She tightened her grip on backpack and went running into the rain.

The cold rain felt good at first. It had been a hot day, and running in the rain was a nice relief. Before long, though, the rain soaked through her clothes and drenched her to the skin. Her shirt clung to her chest, and Amaya was horrified to see that her nipples were clearly visible despite the bra she was wearing.

She didnt stop running till she got to the library. The man behind the circulation counter frowned when he saw Amaya walk in dripping, but his frown faded as he stared at her chest. She blushed as she took out her phone and dialed Wesley.

That was very fast, he said. Im proud of you. Now, turn right from the entrance and go all the way til you reach the stairs. Go down them.

Amaya did as he commanded, dripping as she walked. The cold air in the library froze the water on her, making her nipples rock hard. Her skirt clung to her legs, and she didnt like how transparent the material had become. Was her sex visible? She couldnt be sure, but she walked faster all the same.

The stairs were not easy to find. They were located in the older half of the library, where lightning and space management apparently hadnt been needed. The stairs themselves were so narrow that Amaya wondered whether the librarys original students had been midgets. At least it was warmer downstairs. The lack of air-conditioning might have been unbearable any other day, but for now, Amaya was grateful for any amount of heat she could find.

OK, Im downstairs, she told Wesley.

All right. Head to your left and keep walking. When you get to a turn, follow it to the end.

Amaya followed his directions and navigated the tight aisles. Bookshelves were crowded upon one another like trees competing for sunlight. Out of curiosity, she looked at a few shelves to see what forgotten tomes were here. Most of them appeared to be magazine archives, while other shelves contained old textbooks. It was like a graveyard for the written word.

The sounds of the basement only reinforced the graveyard mentality. Pipes criss-crossed the ceiling, rattling against each other briefly before falling silent. Amayas footsteps echoed in the basement, and the floors creaked loudly at times when she walked over them. Somewhere a door slammed and she was confused. There werent any doors down here, yet she had heard the door as clearly as if it were five feet away from her.

Along the way, she saw several study areas tucked along the walls. They were pretty spartan, containing only a plastic chair, a bolted-in desk and a single desk light. It was to one of these study areas that Wesleys directions guided her. Amaya felt a surge of excitement run through her. The desk was isolated, but if someone were to pass by her aisle, they would see her doing whatever it was that Wesley wanted from her.

Im at the desk, Amaya said.

I hope you brought your headset, Wesley said. Or else youre going to get a very sore neck.

I always bring it, she said. She fished the headphones out of her book bag and plugged them into the cell. The excitement welled up inside her. There was no doubt he would ask her to fuck herself here. It was frightening to do it in such a public place, but at the same time, she preferred it to being fucked by other people. Shed take Wesley on the phone over frat guys in person any day.

I saw that you wore a skirt today, he said. Are you wearing underwear?

No, Amaya answered.

Smart girl. Have you ever used lubricant before?

No, she said. Ive never really had a problem getting wet.

Wesley chuckled. You will today. There should be a book on the desk. A brown one.

Its here, she said.

Open it towards the center. It should stay open on its own. That way, if anyone walks by, youll have an easier time pretending you are reading.

OK, she said. She had to resist laughing. The excitement was making her giddy. Instead of performing a difficult task, she felt like she was collaborating with Wesley. It reminded her of sneaking off with her boyfriend to make out.

Get the lube out, and squirt a little into your hand, he said. Be careful, it will be cold to begin with. Rub it in your hand to warm it to room temperature.

The lube wasnt just cold: It was freezing. Amaya shivered as she massaged it in her fingers. She was also surprised by how slippery it was. Granted, shed figured lubricant would be slick, but she was amazed by how smooth it felt. You could grease a square wheel with this stuff.

Its warm now, she said.

Now use your finger to coat your asshole with the lube.

Excuse me? Amaya said.

You heard me, Wesley said.

She had heard him, but she still couldnt believe it. Her asshole? He couldnt be serious! John, her ex-boyfriend, always wanted to fuck her ass, but she had refused. It was too humiliating. Why would anyone want to fuck her ass?

Have you done it yet? Wesley asked.

Im working on it, she lied. As she said it, she realized she would do it. Wesley had asked for it, so he obviously wanted it. The idea scared her, but she couldnt find the strength to tell him no.

With one hand, she lifted her skirt over her waist. The skirt wouldnt stay up, so she bent over the desk and raised her skirt over her hips. She massaged the lube over her asshole, flinching as she worked. The lube was so slippery over her ass, Amaya couldnt help imagining the vibrator sinking straight down her hole.

Now Im done, she said. Her voice only trembled slightly.

Lube your new vibrator, and quicker this time. You dont want someone to see you doing it, do you?

No, Ill be faster, Amaya said. As she coated the vibrator, she couldnt shake the feeling that it wasnt small enough. It was too wide, too long and just too much to put in her ass. How could she do this?

Its ready, she said, though she was far from it.

Good. Take the tip of the vibrator and place it against your anus. For now, just get the tip into you.

Still bent over the desk, Amaya reached behind herself with the small vibrator. The vibrator actually slipped over her anus because of all the lube, but with a little balancing, she was able to get the toy in position. Her ass clenched tightly in trepidation.

Its there, she whispered.

Very slowly push it in, Wesley said.

She tried, and her ass clenched in response. I cant, Amaya pleaded.

You will, he said. You will, or I hang up. I shouldnt have to explain this every time.

She swallowed hard. He was right. She knew that there was no discussion, no bartering and no hesitation allowed. Its just that what he was asking was frightening and new to her. She had never given her ass to anyone, and now she was being asked to do it in the basement of a library.

She took a deep breath.

She spread her legs wider and braced herself.

She got a firm grip on the vibrator, her fingers wrapping around the wide base.

She pushed it in.

Oh, God, Amaya whimpered. Her anus expanded to take the vibrator in, stretching in ways she hadnt thought possible.

What does it feel like? Wesley demanded.

Like I am torn apart, Amaya said.

Wesley chuckled. Push it deeper in.

Amaya whimpered and did as he asked. The vibrator slid deeper into her, opening her ass with every inch. Her legs trembled as she took it in. She was being impaled and part of her feared it would never come back out. The base prevented her pushing it any deeper.

Its in, she whispered.

See? That didnt take long. Now pull it slowly out, but not all the way out, of course.

Oh, God, Amaya said as she began the long pull out. It was inconceivable that such a small vibrator felt so huge inside her. It felt at least a foot long. Every second she spent pulling felt like ages.

Its nearly out, she said.

Push it in, faster than before.

She obeyed and cried out as the toy reinvaded her ass. The lube let it slide in quick, thrusting into her like a man. It knocked her forward onto the desk as her knees buckled.

Pull it back out again, Wesley commanded.

It slid back quicker this time. Amaya realized her ass was becoming better lubricated. The idea made her blush. She was preparing her ass to be fucked, and her ass was already becoming accustomed to it.

Push it back in, slow this time.

Oh, fuck, Amaya whispered as the vibrator pushed back in. She tried to do it slowly, but her ass was prepared for more. In fact, it felt a little too slow. Could she possibly be craving the sensation already?

A sound broke her of her thoughts. Even through the hissing and popping of the pipes, she could distinctly hear footsteps. They were getting louder and faster as someone impatiently came closer.

Someones coming, she hissed. Her first reaction was to stand up, and the vibrator in her ass painfully reminded her of its presence. She winced and then smoothed her skirt down over her ass. Sitting down, she discovered that the hard plastic chair was unforgiving on her ass. The vibrator slid deeper up into her, splitting her open and making her bite her lip in pain.

The lube was still sitting on the desk, so she covered it with her hand. She was just in time as someone walked around the corner. Amaya sneaked a peek and saw that it was a woman. The girl was scanning book titles, slowly working her way to Amayas position.

Have you seen the archives for Purple Truth Monthly? the girl asked.

Amaya turned slowly towards the girl and shook her head. She was afraid to even speak. It was a paranoid thought, but she felt that if she spoke, the girl would somehow know that Amaya had a vibrator in her ass.

Damn it, the girl said. She just stood there, staring at the shelves. Amaya feigned reading from her book and prayed for the girl to leave. It was nerve-wracking to have this stranger so close to her. Any minute, Amaya expected the girl to smell the lubricant, or notice how stiffly she was sitting and started screaming for the librarian. The tension made her clench involuntarily, which just tightened the grip her ass had on the vibrator.

Eventually, the girl turned around and left. Amaya let out a big sigh of air that she hadnt realized she had been holding. She relaxed a little but not too much. She was still impaled on that vibrator, after all.

Get back into position, Wesley commanded.

Im not sure shes left the basement, Amaya said.

I dont care. Get back into position.

Looking first to see if anyone was around, she stood back up and bent over the desk. She lifted her skirt back over her ass so she could reach the vibrator. As sensitive as she thought her ass was, actually touching the toy again sent new shockwaves through her body. She clenched her eyes as the sensations rode through her, and it was Wesleys voice that brought her back.

Now, Amaya, I think its past time you fucked your ass for me, isnt it?

OK, she said simply.

Get a firm grip on your toy, and turn it on.

The vibrators wide base had a dial on the bottom, so it was easy to reach. However, twisting the dial to the on position put pressure on the toy that only created new sensations in her ass. The pleasant vibrations added to those feelings, making her ass come alive in ways she couldnt have ever imagined. It was so strange to her. She would have never imagined she could have experienced so many different feelings from a place she had considered dirty and off-limits.

Its on, Amaya said.

Good. Now get a firm grip and pull out, Wesley said.

She moaned as she pulled it out, but as soon as it was out, Wesley was commanding her to push it back in. Seconds later, he was telling her to pull out again. Back and forth he ordered her, not giving her a second to recover between thrusts. With Wesleys guidance, Amaya fucked her own ass.

What a fucking it was. The tightness of her ass focused all her thoughts on that tiny hole. The wet shirt and bra clinging to her breasts were forgotten. The aches in her legs from bending over were unimportant. Even Wesleys instructions were forgotten and becoming second nature as the vibrator slid in and out of her ass.

The only exception was Amayas pussy. Neglected and left alone, her sex was aching to be touched. The vibrations from the toy teased her cunt. She wanted to use her other hand to masturbate, but she knew she wouldnt be able to keep her balance if she did. More importantly, Wesley hadnt instructed her to.

Now Amaya, lets really fuck that ass now. Start thrusting as hard as you can, like I would.

Just the thought of Wesley fucking her ass made her moan. She shoved the small toy into her ass, almost buckling under the force of her own hand. Pulling out was almost orgasmic as the pressure relented only briefly before increasing painfully once the toy slid back in. Amaya didnt hold back at all. Over and over again, she rammed her tight ass, grunting and moaning with each thrust.

Wesley moaned, a small sound, but the effect on Amaya was electric. She was turning Wesley on, and that took precedent over how sore her ass was any day. It encouraged her to shove the toy in deeper, harder and faster. Her own moans mixed with his into an erotic audio feedback that prompted her to let go and moan as loudly and as often as she wanted.

Although her pussy was untouched, Amaya could feel the swell of an orgasm begin within her. It was impossible, but she had come to expect the impossible when it came to Wesley. Her hand fucked her ass faster, chasing after those stirrings of bliss rising up inside her. She didnt care if she was too loud. A class of students could come walking by, and Amaya wouldnt stop. She just had to come. She had to come for Wesley.

Oh, God, she cried as her orgasm bloomed full force within her. She fell forward onto the table as her ass clenched tightly around the vibrator. Shivers traveled all over her body, shaking every part of her from her lips to the tips of her toes. Something slid down her cheek, and she thought it was rain but when it touched her lips she realized it was a tear.

Oh, God, Amaya repeated.

Interesting, Wesley said. Its nice to know that when I fuck your ass myself, you might derive some pleasure from it.

She shivered again. A pain lanced her ass, and this time she whimpered. What had felt so intimate and erotic a moment ago now felt like a painful invasion. Not even the afterglow could cover the feeling of being split apart.

Can I remove the vibrator now? Amaya asked.

Yes, but go slowly, Wesley said. You dont want an accident.

She didnt ask what kind of accident he meant. Truth was, she didnt really want to know. For some reason, she was overcome with a deep sense of shame at what she had done. Perhaps the orgasm had satisfied whatever craving had allowed her to violate her body this way. At the same time, she couldnt forget how aroused and excited Wesley had sounded. As much as she still hated the idea of anal sex, she knew she would do it again if he wanted.

Her ass was terribly tender. She turned the vibrator off and slowly pulled it out. Every inch was a relief. When it was finally out, Amaya whimpered gratefully. She put the toy on the desk and pulled her skirt down. The toy looked so small for all the trouble it caused her.

Be sure to clean it thoroughly when you get back to your room, Wesley said. If you want to experiment with it, clean it every time.

OK, she said in a daze. My ass is so sore right now.

Wesley laughed. Itll get better. Just wait till you take a real cock there.

For now, I want you to clean up your mess. Underneath the desk, up against the wall is a towel. Use it to clean up any lubricant you left behind. This is a library, after all.

Amaya bent to look under the desk and winced as her sore ass protested the motion. The towel was right where hed said it would be. She frowned as she used it to mop the desk. If shed known it was there, she could have dried off some. Oh, well. She had a feeling Wesley wouldnt have allowed her to, anyway.

Its clean, she said.

Good. At the end of this aisle, theres a bright blue book on the top shelf. Inside it is an envelope. Be sure to read the note. I have enjoyed myself immensely today, Amaya. I hope you last through the next challenge.

He hung up before she could ask him what he meant. It was just as well. He wouldnt have told her, anyway.

She walked to the end of the shelf and saw the book he was referring to. The envelope was small this time. She worried that it wasnt big enough to hold her money. At the same time, she wondered if he even needed to pay her any more. Would she have fucked her ass just for his approval? Most likely.

Her fears were unfounded. Inside the small envelope were twelve $100 bills. She looked in amazement at the cash. What in the world was she ever going to spend it on?

A note was included. She read it and then read it again. The words made her forget all about the pain

Dear Amaya,

It might be a while before I contact you again. Thats if I contact you at all. Use this time well. Enjoy your money and your memories.

She couldnt believe what she had read.

Had Wesley just broken up with her?



Part Thirteen

The first day wasnt so bad. Amaya had a realistic view of the situation. Wesley had been controlling her life for close to two weeks. It was clear she was caught up in the excitement and the adventure of his kinky tasks. He must want to give her a cooling-off period so she could adjust to the idea of a longer relationship with him. It was a good idea. Although Wesley hadnt said any of this in his note, it just seemed logical to Amaya.

With this in mind, she relaxed on the first day. She attended her classes, ate out as she pleased and sketched a little in the afternoon and evening. After the trials of the library, a day off felt like a reward. Sure, fucking her own ass had been more fun than she would have thought, but the fear of getting caught and the ache in her ass were exhausting. For surrendering her asss virginity, she deserved a day off.

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The rest of the week wasnt as restful. Chris came by once and asked her for another date. By the way he kept trying to step into her room, she had the feeling he wanted more than just a date. Amaya refused the date and refused him entry into her room as well as entry into any other part of her. Chris was stunned when she told him that she wanted to be friends but he didnt really press it. He made a half hearted comment about staying in touch and left.

When he left, Amayas emotions were conflicted. She was glad that she had broken up with him because it felt like she was solidifying her commitment to Wesley. On the other hand, it bothered her how little Chris seemed to be upset by the break-up. He wanted her enough to hit on her when he came to her door, but he backed down so quickly when she said she wanted to be friends. Shouldnt he have tried harder? Did she want him to try harder for her own ego or because she still liked his cute smile and bright eyes?

The day after Chris came to her room, she had an even worse encounter. She was standing in line at the campus bookstore when she saw Nick was working behind the counter. His face was locked into a neutral expression. Amaya smiled at him and was glad to see someone, anyone, who was connected to Wesley.

How are you doing? she said. She laid down her notebooks and pens she was buying.

All right, he said.

That was it. She tried engaging him in conversation but he didnt respond other than polite grunts. He didnt even look sorry for not talking to her.

As Amaya left the bookstore, the reality came to her. No one at Omega Epsilon Sigma was going to talk to her, ever. Sure, they might like her, but as long as Wesley was having nothing to do with her, they wouldnt, either. Hell, they had already explained that they wouldnt have anything to do with her even if Wesley were talking to her, but deep down she had thought she could work around that and be friends. Now the full force of the exile Wesley had imposed on her was coming to light.

It didnt stop her from masturbating about each and every one of them that night. For added fun, she took out the anal toy. She fucked her ass using every piece of advice she remembered from Wesley. It was so much easier this time around. She climaxed thinking of Wesley in her ass.

The next week was much harder. Amaya had figured that a weeks absence would be enough time. She played imaginary conversations over and over in her mind of what Wesley would say to her when he calls. She prepared speeches where she explained how and why she was willing to do this kind of thing full time. Scenarios where Wesley demanded outrageous displays of bravery and kink ran through her mind and her masturbation fantasies.

Every day that he didnt call was a huge disappointment . This was a man who called every day to harass her. How could he take a second week off? Didnt he need to control her like she needed to be controlled by him? Doubt crept into Amayas every thought as she wondered if Wesley might have grown bored with her.

During the third week, Amaya suspected that she was being observed. There was no proof of it, but it eased her anxieties. Perhaps the reason he hadnt called was because she was supposed to do something during this time off. She took solace in that idea and tried to figure out exactly what she was supposed to be learning.

It was about this time that Amaya realized that it was important to her to succeed. She had completed every challenge Wesley laid out, and he said no one else ever had. The little fact was a huge source of pride for her. She felt special, unique and superior. How many other girls had failed where Amaya had thrived? It was important to her for Wesley to call her, but deep down, she began to wonder if it was more important that she succeed one more time.

These thoughts were strange to her. Was it Wesley that she wanted, or was it the glory of being what others could not? When she first came to college, her roommate and all the crap Amaya went through had worn her confidence down. The way her boyfriend appeared to forget about her just compounded the feeling that she was nothing special. Now, though, after the ordeal of the cage, after sucking cocks in a bathroom and taking her own ass in a library, Amaya couldnt imagine anyone doing the things she had done. When Amaya thought of the people she despised in her life, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was somehow superior to them. Shed like to see Chris take it up the ass in a public place!

Conflicting feelings of ego and craving Wesley sent her online to searched for everything she could on domination and submission. There was a lot of information out there. It became her most important study topic as she dived into the Web pages and tried to sort out the good from the crap. Reading about domination didnt ease her own desires, but it made her feel like she was achieving something.

Most of what she found online was disappointing. Self-appointed gurus preached their own personal philosophies and spent as much time attacking other experts as they did explaining their own preferences. Amaya sorted through conflicting theories of what a real submissive wanted and came away frustrated. Several of them described the kind of bliss she felt when Wesley commanded her, and she was relieved to discover that she wasnt unusual in her pleasures. On the other hand, too many sources said that Amaya wasnt a real submissive unless she had absolutely no fear in doing the things Wesley required of her. At first, it made her doubt herself, but after a while, she wondered how many of these experts had any experience in what they did. Amaya had to wonder if half the things she had done for Wesley would have been as interesting if she hadnt been scared.

She joined a few chatrooms in search of education. What she learned was interesting but useless. For example, she discovered that submissives and dominants could be just as petty, jealous, full of gossip and annoying as normal people. There were a few nice people, but for the most part, the chatrooms were full of horny people looking to hook up. Amaya figured that must be human nature, but it was still disappointing. Where did Wesley go to find people like himself? Maybe that was why he was raising his own group of students.

The fourth week came, and Amaya couldnt take it anymore. She couldnt shake the idea that Wesley hadnt given up on her. Had she done something wrong? Was she not good enough at the fraternity house? Or maybe he was tired of her and this was his sick way of breaking up with her? It was too much to bear. She just had to know.

On a Saturday, she called him. The line rang, and Amaya couldnt go through with it. She hung up and took a deep breath. Maybe calling him would mess up her chances? How cruel would that be, if he had been going to call her but her own impatience made her unworthy?

Two days later, she called again. She almost hung up on the third ring, but her finger hesitated. It kept ringing, and Amaya bit her lip. Ten rings passed and then twenty. Wesley never answered.

Amaya sunk into a depression after that. Her schoolwork suffered, but she was one of those excellent students who could get by just on half-trying. She stopped eating, dragging herself to the cafeteria only when her hunger pangs became too loud to ignore. Only her painting flourished as she spent countless hours on melancholy scenes. They were some of the best pieces she had ever done.

At some point during the second month, Amaya went a little crazy. She worried that Wesley might be watching her and waiting for her to do something that would signal she was worthy. Even worse, she started to doubt that she was worthy. She began to engage in reckless behavior even when she knew for a fact that Wesley couldnt possibly be aware of her deeds.

It started with simple things. She bought more thongs, the skimpier and tighter the better. They were a little too tight, and they distracted her constantly but she thought Wesley would approve. She neglected to wear a bra on most days, although she would blush constantly whenever she looked down and saw her nipples poking against her shirts. Sometimes, she would miscalculate how transparent her shirt would be in direct sunlight, and her breasts would feel illuminated under her flimsy shirts. As much as these situations would make her blush and squirm, Amaya resisted the urge to run back home and change clothes. She did it for Wesley.

The little games of exhibitionism blossomed into more daring acts of devotion. She never pulled her shades down when she changed now. It didnt take long for her to develop a small following in the rooms across from her window. She didnt ever acknowledge the observers or look directly at them. It was hard enough to strip when they were there. Sometimes, she would glance over and see a huge crowd watching her, and she would freeze up. In the end, though, it was thoughts of Wesley that made her take off her bra or shimmy into a tight thong.

After two weeks of stripping for her neighbors, Amaya sought new ways to prove herself. She made up rules for her classes, like clenching every time her biology teacher used the word cell. Her thong would get soaked so quickly that she would be gasping when she stood up. One day in history class, she upgraded to stroking herself every time her teacher used the word ancient. The darkness of the auditorium allowed her the privacy to reach between her thighs and stroke against her jeans, but she always felt like she was about to be discovered at any moment. That only heightened the aching arousal between her legs.

When teasing was no longer enough, Amaya returned to the library basement. She wore a skirt with no underwear, and this time she brought the larger vibrator. In the sanctuary of the deserted basement, Amaya masturbated passionately at the same desk as before. At first, she sat in the chair with her skirt pulled down and her hands up under her skirt, but her increasing passion overrode her caution. Towards the end, she had her skirt pulled up to her waist with her sex exposed for anyone to see. She masturbated vigorously, fucking her sex with harshness and a urgency that was almost savage. When she climaxed, the moans she cried echoed through the basement and added to the strange sounds of the pipes.

That same night, Amaya returned to her room and cried. It just wasnt the same. She had done something she knew Wesley would have enjoyed, but it wasnt at his insistence. Everything she did she had chosen to do. There was no fear to overcome, no impossible challenge that she had never considered. In the end, it was just as empty as masturbating was compared to real sex.

She cried a lot that week. Tears dried and were replaced by angry screams. How dare he come into her life and just leave her? How dare he change her into someone who couldnt enjoy a guy like Chris! It was easier to believe that Wesley had corrupted her than it was to believe that Wesley fulfilled something in her.

In retaliation , Amaya stopped stripping in front of her windows. She bought real underwear that didnt pull and tug on her ass. The masturbation games stopped, and she took to wearing bras again. The vibrators and paddle were tucked into her closet and forgotten. It wasnt easy to do, but she even put the cell phone away in her dresser, not even bothering to take it with her anymore.

One day, she finally received her financial aid. The check seemed so small compared to what shed earned with Wesley. She cashed it and added it the large amount she already had. Later that night, she cried. It occurred to her that the final reason for obeying Wesley was gone, and that depressed her more than she was willing to admit.

At this point, the semester was half over, and Amaya was swamped with her school work. As a freshman, she didnt have that many major projects, but she did have quite a few reports to work on. She lapsed into a quiet routine. Eating, sleeping, classes and research blended into a steady cycle of mundanity. She took comfort in the heavy workload. It was better to be busy than to wonder why the fuck Wesley had abandoned her.

It didnt mean she was immune to her urges. One day she rolled over in bed, and her underwear bunched up between her buttocks. Amaya groaned as she had a flashback of her thong days with Wesley. Sometimes, when someone elses cell phone rang, she would feel her heart leap before realizing it wasnt for her. Once she saw a guy playfully grab his girlfriends hair, and she moaned at the sight of the girls head jerking back. She tried to forget it the rest of the day, but it was the central image in her mind when she masturbated that night.

Amaya was studying in her room when she heard a phone ring. She ignored it at first because it was so muffled, she assumed it was coming from one of her neighbors. It wasnt til the third ring that she realized the sound was coming from her own room. She ran to her dresser and pulled out the ringing cell phone. Her hands were shaking. A large part of her was furious: How dare he call her when she had given up all hope? A tiny but desperate part of her begged her to answer before he changed his mind.

Hello, she said in as cold a voice as she could muster.

Hello, Amaya. Ive missed you, Wesley said.

Ive missed you, too, she managed to choke out.

I know you have, Wesley said. He was calm but she could hear the firmness in his voice. It was an important test, however, and one that I had to see if you could endure.

What? Being left alone wondering if you dont give a shit about me? What kind of test is that?

If the anger in her voice upset Wesley, it didnt show in his voice. He was calm and unapologetic. It was as if he was explaining how to make a bed.

It is a sad fact that sometimes in my life I cannot dedicate as much time as I would like to my hobbies. I am a busy man, and there are occasions when I am not spending every waking moment thinking about the woman I plan to fuck later. If you are to be with me full time, I need to know that you can handle being left to your own devices.

You could have told me this, Amaya said.

Yes. I could have, Wesley said. But in the future, when I have been too busy to play with you and you have been neglected for a week or two, youll look back on the hell you went through these last few months and realize that a week of neglect is nothing.

But far more important, Amaya, is that you have grown in the last few weeks. When a submissive like you first discovers your urges, they fall into a mad kind of love. They accept anything and will do anything, even things they really dont want to do. It would break my heart, Amaya, if you agreed to be everything for me but then months later realized this was not for you.

He made sense, but she was still pissed. It was ultimately a cruel thing to do, and she had to wonder if he picked the harder method just to push her. If he had told her that he was going to leave her alone for three months, she could have done it. But this, this depressed her, made her doubt herself and made her miserable for weeks. Wouldnt it just be smarter to walk away now before he does something else to hurt her?

Which is why I did this. I wanted you to hurt, Amaya. I wanted you to hate me, and I wanted you to find out more about yourself. You are a very strong, beautiful, sexy woman, and I needed you to realize that. I needed you to have this time to think about what you really have to offer and what I can offer you. If you want, you can have nothing more to do with me, and I will allow the boys at the fraternity to date you. Have your pick of them, and I wish you happiness. Or go take your new self and find your own dom, one who wont have the need to test and hurt you like this.

No, Amaya said. She wasnt sure what she was refusing. Wesley continued speaking.

Or if you still have feelings for me, then tomorrow, you will go down to the stadium for the tailgate party, he said. Be in the parking lot at 8 in the morning, sharp. I will call you and give you further instructions.

Amaya was amazed at his confidence. She still wasnt sure she had forgiven him. In all the times she imagined this phone call, she thought he would apologize and ask for her forgiveness. Instead, he explained himself without a trace of shame. Never did she imagine that he would just order her to another game.

All right, should I wear anything? she asked.

Wesley chuckled, and the sound of his laugh gave her shivers like it always did.

Nothing in particular. It wont matter, he said. However, I would appreciate it if you wore your hair in a ponytail.

An envelope slid under her door, and Amayas heart race. Had he just put that there? Was he right outside her door?

Youve handled this task well, Amaya. Youve earned your reward.

He hung up. Amaya stood there in her room in a mess of emotions. Why had she agreed? She didnt make any of the complaints or arguments that she had rehearsed so many times these past few weeks. It bugged her that she just gave in, but at the same time, there was no denying that thrill that was running through her. She felt sexy and alive again. Wesley was back, and he wanted her.

She walked over to the envelope and opened it. There was no money this time but what was in there quickly dispelled all thoughts of cash. It was a silver necklace with a dark purple sapphire dangling from the center. The sapphire was so large that Amaya couldnt begin to guess how much it cost. For all she knew, it could have been a fake gem, but she didnt care. It was easily the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever owned.

She sighed. Part of her felt bribed. The other part of her felt like she had earned this gorgeous necklace. She put it on and admired herself in the mirror. It looked great. In the end, what really mattered was that it was something Wesley bought for her. He had picked this for her, and she couldnt help feeling special for it.

It was time for bed. She put away her necklace and decided she would wear it tomorrow. The tailgate parties before the game were famous, but she had never felt compelled to go. Would the necklace be overdressing? She shrugged. There was no way she was going to not wear that necklace tomorrow.

Before she went to bed, Amaya changed into one of her thongs.



Part Fourteen

The sound of the tailgate party was as formidable as a wall. Amaya stepped off the bus and was physically affected by how loud it was. Conflicting music played from different cars, each trying to drown out the others. People didnt talk, they yelled, often punctuating their sentences with screams of team pride. Adding to the confusion was the roar of cars coming into the parking lot. The cars stretched as far as Amaya could see, and she wondered what the big fucking deal was anyway.

The parking lot was some sort of college Sodom and Gomorrah. It wasnt quite eight in the morning, and people were already drinking. Cars and trucks crowded against one another, and everyone appeared to have a grill cooking. The scents of beer, sweat and charcoal washed over and overwhelmed her. The weather was brisk, but women were wearing bikinis, and men were going shirtless. How could people be in such a party mood so early in the morning?

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Amaya walked around and felt terribly overdressed. Wesley hadnt specified any clothes so shed dressed sensibly. A good pair of jeans and a white sweater clung to her in favorable ways, but more important, she felt snug and warm. The only overtly sexy things about her clothing were the black thong and matching lace bra she was wearing underneath.

The only request Wesley had made was for her to have a ponytail. Amaya had carefully gathered her hair back so it was perfectly smooth, and she kept redoing the ponytail any time a strand of hair escaped.

The cell phone rang, and Amaya smiled. The tailgate party might be insane, but she felt safe knowing Wesley had something planned for her. Even after all these months alone, she still trusted him.

Hello, Amaya. Its quite the large mess, isnt it?

Yes, she answered. A thrill ran through her. Was he watching her from somewhere in the crowd?

I want you to walk toward the center of the parked cars, near the light pole that has the letter J on it.

A brief walk later, she was there. Now, look for a red van. It should be between a blue pickup truck and a white SUV.

I see it, Amaya said. It was an older van, the kind with no windows on the sides or back. Growing up, her parents had warned her that those were the kinds of vans kidnappers drove. Once inside, no one could see what you were doing.

She clenched unconsciously.

Go to the side of the van and get in, Wesley said.

On either side of the van were guys cooking on grills, but there was no one attending to the van. Amaya had to force herself to walk and not run. She had an overwhelming feeling that Wesley was inside waiting for her. The guys by the SUV looked at her oddly when she walked up to the van, but she ignored them. She opened the side door and quickly climbed in, slamming the door behind her.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She sighed when she saw that there was no one inside. The back of the van had no seats, just a large cargo space. There was carpet on the floor and a small toolbox in the corner, but other than that it was empty.

Im in the van, Amaya reported.

Good. Strip and pile your clothes by the toolbox.

Amaya swallowed. God, she hoped he wasnt about to send her out streaking in the parking lot! She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks. It was chilly in the van, and she was loathe to take off her sweater but she did. Her jeans were next, followed by her bra and finally her thong. The cold made her nipples hard, but it was excitement that made her pussy wet. What did he have in store for her today?

She put her clothes by the toolbox and noticed something black was wound around the handle. It was a large blindfold. Her heart raced just looking at it.

Im done, she said.

Excellent. Do you see the blindfold?

Yes, Amaya whispered.

Pick it up, and listen carefully. When I hang up, you will do the following. You will put the phone on the toolbox and then you will get down on all fours. Next, you will crawl to the center of the van facing the back. You will put on the blindfold, and you will not take it off until you hear the phone ring. Understand?

Oh, God. Yes, she said.

Wesley didnt respond. He just hung up without another word. Well, she knew what to do. Amaya put down the phone and picked up the blindfold. She took off her glasses and put them safely on top of her clothes. She then got down on her hands and knees and crawled into position. The floor was cold, but she couldnt figure out if she was shaking because of the cold or her arousal. The blindfold fit tightly over her eyes and she put the strap underneath her ponytail.

The sounds of the party outside continued. Music played as Amaya shivered in the cold van. Her imagination raced with scenarios. If someone opens the side door, she would be exposed to anyone who happened to look in. They would see her ass in the air and her heavy breasts dangling from her chest. The thought made her tremble, and several times, she considered retreating to the back of the van. Instead, she held her ground, keeping her position and waiting for what would come.

She heard the van door open and felt the vehicle shift as someone climbed in. The party sounds washed over her, and Amaya tensed as she imagined the entire parking lot seeing her naked body. The door slammed and she relaxed only a little. There was someone in the van with her. Was it Wesley or maybe someone from the fraternity? What would they do with her?

The toolbox opened with a squeak. Amaya held her breath as items were shifted around and someone grunted. The carpet muffled the sounds of footsteps, and Amaya gasped when she suddenly felt a hand on her breast. She sighed as the fingers teased her nipple, rubbing and twisting the sensitive nub.

Halfway through one of her moans, something metallic cinched around her nipple. She cried out and then stopped as she realized the people outside might hear her. A second piece of metal bit into her other nipple, and Amaya just groaned. Whatever was biting into her tits hurt, but it wasnt unbearable. She bit her lip and prepared for what might happen next.

A hand touched her ass, and she had flashbacks to the last time she blindfolded herself. She had been spanked, perhaps by Wesley himself, and it had started like this. The hand cupped her buttocks, sliding over her ass and down to her thighs. A pinch here, a grope there, and the hand moved back over her ass as if trying to warm her in the cold.

The hand moved away, and Amaya stayed still. She knew what was coming. A whistling sound was the only warning before a large paddle smacked against her ass. She bit her lip to keep from crying out although her ass felt as if it had been lit on fire. Knowing it was going to happen didnt lessen the pain any.

The unknown person grabbed her ponytail and tugged it tight. Her head was pulled back tightly and then the paddle landed on her ass again. The force of the blow made her breasts jiggle, agitating whatever cruel devices were on her nipples. Amaya whimpered and then cried out as another blow and then another landed on her ass.

She stayed on her hands and knees as the paddle relentlessly landed on her ass. The sounds of the paddle meeting her bottom echoed and reverberated in the tight van. The spankings would go from slow to so fast that she almost couldnt stand it back down to slow again. The man hit every inch of her ass, swinging upwards to catch the bottom of her ass and spanking downwards to cover the top. Sometimes, Amayas knees would buckle, but the man would just tighten his grip in her hair and pull till she got back in place.

How long it went on, Amaya couldnt say. Slow and fast, slow and fast the paddling would cycle. Her ass burned as each blow multiplied the heat that built on her skin. The grip on her hair bent her neck like a bow being drawn, never relaxing, always tightening. The metal biting of her nipples was just a minor distraction compared to the unbelievable pain of her poor ass.

When the paddling stopped, she almost didnt notice. She couldnt feel anything except the inferno on her bottom. Her ass throbbed. Her ponytail was released, and her head hung down with relief. A tremor ran through her arms, and Amaya feared she might collapse. The only thing that kept her up was the fear of moving. If she moved, her ass might hurt even more.

Something new hit her ass, and this time, Amaya screamed. It was much smaller, the shape of a wooden spoon ,but it hurt far worse. The area struck was smaller, but the force was the same, concentrating all the pain in a tighter area. When the second blow landed, Amaya jumped and squirmed, moving her ass back and forth as if she could shake the pain off.

This was not to be tolerated. Her hair was yanked back again, and her ass was struck once more with the spoon. The pain was too much. She let out a loud shriek, not caring who heard it out in the parking lot.

Her ponytail was released, and she was grateful for that small mercy. She heard the man move open the toolbox again, and she prayed that he was getting something gentler. The toolbox lid closed, and she heard a strange ripping sound. She felt the man brush by her as he moved in front of her. A finger lifted her face, and she expected a kiss. Instead, she felt cold duct tape stretch over her mouth.

She moaned as her head was pulled back again. The spoon smacked into her ass, and the tape muffled her scream. God, it hurt, but the unknown man didnt seem to care. He covered her with new welts as Amaya screamed uselessly into her gag.

As the pain escalated, she clenched her eyes and hoped for it to be over. She considered covering herself or whipping off the blindfold and demanding that it stop but she couldnt do it. After three months of being neglected, she was finally playing Wesleys games again. It was impossible to even think about stopping them. She hadnt suffered being alone to quit now.

Even these thoughts melted away as the spanking continued. The pain crowded out everything. At some point, Amaya started to cry, and the tears flowed like rivers once they started. The thin slices of pain that the spoon created chopped away at her fears, her insecurities and her anger at Wesley. All she could think of was her ass. She stopped thinking and lost herself in the sensations. It was as though she was entering a trance where she became nothing more than a spanked ass, a pulled ponytail and two bitten nipples.

The paddling stopped, but Amaya kept crying. It hurt so much but yet the overwhelming sensation was so good. She didnt even notice the mans hands reaching under to her nipples until the metal devices were released. New pain sparked through her as the blood rushed back into her nipples. She sobbed under the duct tape, and for one brief second, the pain of her ass was secondary to the pain in her sensitive tits.

She heard the toolbox close and then the door opened and slammed shut. The van shifted as the person left, and she was alone again. She was in a state of shock as well as in pain from the spanking. What had that been all about? Was it a test or was Wesley upset with her? Had she done something to deserve that? Or was this just something he enjoyed doing?

The van didnt feel so cold anymore. She had the unbearable heat on her ass to keep her warm. Her scalp burned too from all the tugging on her ponytail. She wondered if it was still as immaculate as it was this morning. As much as she tried to obsess about her hair, it didnt distract her from the simmering heat that was burning her bottom.

Amaya expected the phone to ring, but it didnt. The party continued outside. If anything, it was louder. Her knees hurt from holding this position, but she stayed where she was. It was entirely possible she was being watched somehow, and after that spanking, the last thing she wanted was to do anything that might merit another.

Her ass still burned when the van door slid open again. Amaya had a brief vision of herself kneeling with her welt-covered ass exposed to the entire tailgate party. A blast of cold air from outside soothed her sore bottom before the van door closed again. From the way the van moved, Amaya realized someone had climbed in. Oh God, was it for another spanking?

She sighed in relief as she heard the sound of a zipper. Yes! Just fuck her! Amaya could handle that. Her heart raced as she heard the sound of pants being removed. She clenched in anticipation. After months of being ignored, she was finally going to get fucked! She almost purred in anticipation.

A hand gripped her waist, and she panicked. Oh Lord, please dont touch her ass! She felt a cock between her thighs and opened her legs in relief. The man laughed with a younger voice that didnt sound like Wesley at all. The panic returned, but her pussy was soon filled with cock. She groaned as she was filled, but her groan turned into a whimper as his thighs came in contact with her ass.

He fucked her fast, slamming her sex and constantly tapping against her sore backside. Her welts flared with new pain at being touched, but whoever was fucking her needed it too badly to slow down.

All she could do was take his cock. She hadnt realized how badly she needed this, too, until he really started to pump. It was amazing to be fucked again, and to be blindfolded, gagged and spanked only heightened the sensations. Her body was begging to be used, and she was just starting to understand how good that could feel.

The man rode her hard and furiously. Amaya could hear the van squeak and shake as he fucked her. She knew that people outside would know they were fucking. As much as it embarrassed her, it turned her on more. Fuck those people. She was inside, and they were safely outside. She was too exhausted and turned on to be ashamed anymore.

Her orgasm built slowly, constantly hampered by the fresh pain of having her ass slapped. It was frustrating and seductive at the same time. For every step she came closer to climaxing, a hand on her bottom or the feeling of thighs against her welts would take her a step back. She felt like she was caught in a perpetual loop, dangling between a climax and the tender pain of her spanking.

The man had no such problem. He shuddered and froze as he ejaculated. The hot seed filled her but left her aching for more. She whimpered in frustration. She clenched hard around his cock as if to will him to make her climax. Instead, he just groaned and pulled out of her altogether. The sudden loss of his cock left her empty and devastated. She was so damn close!

She heard the man put his pants back on, and she couldnt believe he was just leaving. Shameless and just wanting to climax, she wiggled her hips, hoping to lure him back. The man ignored her, and she soon heard the sound of the van door opening. The cold air rushed back in, but it didnt chill the wet heat in her sex. When the van door slammed shut, she growled in frustration and clutched at the carpet like an angry cat.

Masturbation tempted her. All it would take would be two quick thrusts with her fingers, and she could come. Wesley hadnt forbidden her to masturbate, but he hadnt exactly told her to, either. Amaya whimpered. The desire between her legs was so powerful, but she wouldnt risk his displeasure. She stayed in her position and tried to think of cold showers.

In darkness, she waited. Her knees became sore and her arms were tired, but she kept her position. The music outside helped distract her, but nothing could help the ache of her sex. Several times, she almost masturbated. In the end, it was only the fear that she was being watched that kept her hands planted on the van floor.

When the van door opened, she let out a sigh of relief. She didnt care anymore what people might see. The need to be fucked overrode any fears she had left. The van shifted as someone climbed in, and then it shifted again as a second person climbed on board.

Her heart pounded as the guys walked around her. She could smell cologne and beer. Someone grabbed her hair and pulled her to make her sit up. She groaned under the gag as she was forced to sit on her knees. Her ass was still sore from the spanking and sitting on her ankles only inflamed her bottom. The sounds of zippers excited her, but sitting as she was, she wondered how the hell they were going to fuck her.

A hand grabbed the duct tape on her mouth and pulled it off quickly. She screamed at the stinging pain, but the sound was choked off as something hard and long was thrust into her mouth. It didnt take Amaya long to realize that it was a cock.

She sucked it like she had never sucked before. She threw all her effort into it. Her mouth sealed over his cock, and her tongue licked every inch with adoration. It could have been Wesley, it could have been a fraternity brother, or it could have been a total stranger. She didnt care. She just wanted to worship and suck this cock to show her appreciation.

While one guy used her mouth, the other guy played with her breasts. Her tender nipples were avoided as the rest of her breasts were teased. Little pinches covered her breasts; he squeezed every part of her heavy tits. Her moans excited the man in her mouth, and his hands tightened in her hair. Amaya felt his balls slapping against her chin, and her ignored pussy clenched endlessly.

The cock left her mouth, and her head was pulled towards another cock. This one was much larger, and she groaned as the man pushed every inch into her. He took his time until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Once there, he grabbed her ears and slowly pulled her back and then again down over his cock. His cock was so large she felt like he was trying to fuck her throat.

As she struggled with the large prick between her lips, the other man played with her breasts. He was much bolder, slapping her breasts from side to side while she was sucking cock. The slaps were gentle, but each sent a jolt straight down to her pussy. His slaps gradually grew harder, banging her breasts together with each stinging blow. Despite the increasing pain, Amaya made no effort to protect her breasts. In fact, she was fascinated to see how far they would go.

They traded her mouth back and forth like a toy. The first guy would fuck her mouth with steady strokes, and the other guy would fill her mouth slowly with his girth. Her jaw grew sore. They traded off on her breasts as well, pinching, slapping and groping them endlessly. Her tits were so sensitive, that even the slightest tap caused her to squirm and gasp.

Throughout it all, Amaya kept her hands behind her back and endured everything they gave her. She wondered who they were. She suspected they were from the fraternity, but perhaps these guys were other friends of Wesley, taking their turns with his toy. In the end, it didnt matter. It was exciting just to be used. Amayas pussy was clenching constantly as she surrendered to the demands of the two strangers.

The smaller cock climaxed first. The man twisted her hair as he groaned. Amaya sucked down the splash of seed. When the salty semen was all gone, she settled for flicking the tip with her tongue.

The already-wilting cock pulled out to be replaced by the other. Aroused out of her mind, Amaya sucked down hard on the long cock. Her lips vibrated around it while her tongue stroked as fast as she could. Soon, his groans filled the van and more seed filled her mouth. Amayas sex clenched in frustration.

He pulled out, and she heard the sounds of pants being pulled up. A gentle push sent her back down to all fours. She stayed like that and swallowed all the cum that was in her mouth. Her body was overwhelmed with sensation but also eager for so much more.

She heard the van door slide open and then close after they jumped out. She stayed in her position with a smile on her face. Her jaw was sore, her tits were so sensitive that they felt twice as large as normal, and her knees were killing her, but it didnt matter. All she cared about was that she had proven herself to Wesley once again. That gave her such a sense of pride that she felt like she was glowing from the inside out.

She was so horny at this point that she could barely think. At the same time, she was far past wanting to masturbate. It struck her how much she had missed these games. She had missed the excitement of not knowing what was to happen next. She had forgotten how exhilarating it was to be afraid. Most of all, she forgot how good it felt to be used purely for sex. There were no expectations, no judgments and no care in the world  nothing except being fucked.

Time flew by. Distantly, she heard the roar of the stadium and the P.A. speakers introduce the teams. Despite the start of the game, the tailgate party continued. The game itself was no reason to stop the party. The music continued, and the sound of drunken laughter never ended.

She was hungry, but it was a distant thought. Her body was too horny and sore to think about eating. She was getting thirsty, though. It was just another hardship for her to endure and she treasured her discomfort as more proof of her devotion.

The van opened and she moaned. Someone climbed in and slammed the door behind him. Her hips were swaying before she even noticed. God, she was horny.

She heard a bottle being opened and then the toolbox opening. Something was poured and then the new person walked around to Amayas front. Her body tensed and she swallowed. Was she going to suck this person, too?

Are you thirsty? Wesley asked.

Amaya started shaking. It was him! She struggled to control herself, and then she remembered his question.

Yes, she whispered.

Dip your head down right in front of you and drink then, he said.

She did as he commanded. At first, she went slowly, expecting a straw or something to come to her mouth. Wesleys hand came down on the back of her head and pushed her gently down past her elbows. Her chin hit the water first, and then she realized he had put down a bowl of water for her. Just like a dog.

Drink, he said. When she did, he moaned. It was a quiet sound, but it was enough to make Amaya clench very hard in response.

Knowing it turned him on, she drank deeply. It was humiliating to drink like a dog, but at the same time, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was his pet. She knew that if he wanted to collar her and tie her to a leash in his backyard, she would do it without a second thought. Compared to that, drinking out of a bowl was nothing, really.

He pulled the bowl away. Some water was dripping from Amayas chin, but what could she do? She stayed where she was and let the water drip.

Ive received a lot of compliments about you today, Wesley said. They say you suck cock like no one else, but then, I knew that.

Amaya moaned. She wanted nothing more than to have his cock back in her mouth. Was he going to do anything with her or was he just going to tease her?

Ive also heard that you take a good spanking, but then, I knew that.

She moaned again.

Ive heard you didnt complain at all. You take and take and take are hungry for more I knew that, too.

He moved around her and slapped her ass. Amaya jumped forward, but she retained her position. It was a light slap, but on her sensitive ass it might as well have been a hard paddle blow. She clenched her ass while the burning spread through her cheeks. Her heart raced as she wondered if she could survive another spanking.

A zipper was pulled down, and Amaya bit her lip to keep from moaning. Pants fell, and the toolbox was opened. Something slippery squeaked, and she spread her thighs in anticipation. Wesley was going to fuck her; she just knew it!

He chuckled. I like a woman who knows when to spread them, Wesley said. But I think you misunderstand what I intend to do.

She stayed quiet and soon felt his hands on her hips. His cock slid along her right buttock, and she recognized the touch of lubricant. Her cheeks were pulled apart by large hands, and she felt lubricant being placed onto her anus. He put more and more on till she felt like her ass was soaked in the slippery fluid. Then she felt the tip of his cock rub against her anus.

Oh, God, Amaya said before she could stop herself.

Wesley only chuckled again and then he pushed. Amaya shuddered as his cock opened her anus. He was so much bigger than that tiny toy she had played with! She groaned, stopping just short of protesting as he filled her tiny hole with his girth. Her ass was being stretched much further than shed thought was possible, yet he just kept pushing.

When he was completely inside her, Wesley paused and grabbed her hips. Amaya could feel his cock throbbing deep within her. It was sending little shock waves through her body; from the tips of her sore nipples all the way down to her constantly clenching pussy. Wesley was finally inside her, and Amaya couldnt think of anything else.

He pulled slowly out. She felt every inch leave her body, and she mourned for its loss. When he was nearly out, Wesley paused again. Amaya was trembling. She knew what was to come, but she was helpless to do anything. He was going to fuck her ass, and it was going to be like nothing she had ever felt before. She couldnt wait.

She screamed as he rammed his cock back into her ass. He was fast, so much faster than she was with her little toy. Before her first scream was even out, he was pulling back out to fuck her again. She screamed again as he violated her ass, but by the sixth thrust her screams were softening into moans. It hurt to be penetrated so deeply, but it was also sending waves of pleasure through her body. Even the slapping of his balls against her sex was arousing to her to the point of near orgasm.

Clench for me, Wesley growled. She had never heard his voice so low and primal before. It took her a second to understand what he meant, and she groaned once she knew. Amaya clenched her ass around his thrusting cock, and fresh tears sprung from her eyes as the penetration intensified.

Good, he growled.

Her pussy clenched at the sound of his compliment.

He reached for her ponytail and pulled hard. She had thought that the earlier guy had pulled hard, but now she knew that he had been gentle in comparison. Wesley pulled just as hard as he fucked. It was as if he was trying to pull her harder back onto his cock. Amaya began to rise from her kneeling position, but Wesley slapped the side of her ass as soon as she started. He wanted her just like this, on all fours with her head back and her ass being pummeled.

The ass fucking continued, and Amaya lost all sense of identity or time. She doubted she could remember her own name at that point. The cock constantly rammed into her anus. The tension on her hair never relaxed or relented in its constant tug on her scalp. All the exhaustion that she was enduring was paved over by the relentless invasion of her ass. The sounds of the tailgating and the game were replaced by the sounds of her ass banging against Wesley. She stopped thinking about Wesley. She stopped thinking about herself. All she was aware of was being fucked. It must be what heaven was like.

Wesley leaned forward, bending over on top of her body. Amayas arms shook as the extra weight pressed down on her. The glorious fucking of her ass had stopped, although she could feel him throbbing still deep inside her.

Fall down, Wesley commanded, his voice still a deep growl.

She did as he commanded. Her weary arms gave out, and she collapsed face down onto the van floor. Wesley fell down right on top of her, covering her with his warm body. Hitting the floor caused the cock in her ass to jolt. When she moaned, Wesleys mouth bit down on her shoulder, the teeth pinching a large grip of flesh. She writhed as the wonderful shudders ran through her.

He resumed fucking her ass. Amaya moaned as he drilled her into the ground. Her breasts were crushed against the harsh carpet, but she didnt care. His hands were planted on her elbows, pinning her to the ground as he supported his weight. She couldnt move an inch, but there was no other place she would rather be.

Trapped between the cold van floor and the heat of Wesleys body, Amaya felt her orgasm swell. The ass fucking alternated between painful and pleasurable, but that wasnt what was driving her sex. What was turning her on was the proximity of Wesleys mouth, breathing hot and fast on her neck. She could hear his desire, his excitement and all of his cravings in the short desperate gasps. It was the closest she had ever come to hearing him lose control, and it was gratifying to know he was about to lose control in her.

Wesley growled and then roared as he ejaculated. Amaya groaned while this new sensation flooded her ass. It was unbearably hot but also unbelievably sexy. It triggered her own orgasm, making her thrash against the floor. Wesley stayed on top of her and bit new places on her neck and shoulders while she lost herself in her pleasure.

When they could both breathe again, Wesley pulled out of her and crawled off her body. Amaya cried out when his thick cock left her ass, but she moaned at the loss of it all the same. Every nerve in her body was exhausted, but she didnt want it to end just yet. She had been ridden like an animal. She had been fucked harder than ever before. She had been scared, hurt and horny all at the same time. It couldnt end now.

Amaya didnt know what Wesley was doing, but she did remember what he had commanded all those years ago this morning. Her knees and elbows ached as she rose back to all fours. It took all her strength to support herself on her arms. She could feel Wesleys cum shift inside her ass, and a trickle was staring to fall down her leg. Amaya concentrated on that trickle to anchor herself back to reality.

The van started, and she cried out in surprise. She said nothing, though, as the van moved and the sounds of the tailgate were left far behind. The vibrations of the van constantly shook her, hastening the dribble of cum out of her ass. Some of the turns threatened to make her lose her balance, but Amaya took it as a point of pride to stay in position. She wasnt going to blow an awesome day like this by screwing up in the end.

Questions ran through her mind during the drive. Where was he taking her? Was he setting up her for another, even harder challenge? Perhaps he was going to drop her butt-naked on some deserted road? Or was he going to take her to another group of guys who would do whatever they wanted? The worse idea that occurred to her was that maybe he was just taking her home and that her adventure was over for the day.

The van stopped. Amaya heard the drivers door open and close. She waited and tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. This was it. What would happen now?

The phone rang. It rang a second time before she realized it was her phone. She took off her blindfold and crawled towards the ringing phone. It was much darker than before, and a quick glance out the front window told her she was in some sort of garage.

She answered the phone.

You did very well, Amaya, Wesley said.

Thank you, she said. Those two words couldnt begin to express how much his approval meant to her.

You have a choice today, he said. Your first option is to put your clothes back on, get out of the van and go to the street. You can wait there while I call a cab for you to take you back to your dorm.

Amaya whimpered and said nothing.

Or you can get out of the van, as naked as you are right now. You will walk to the door that connects to my house. You will walk in and come to the sound of my voice. You will do this if you desire to live with me.

She couldnt say anything at first. It was as if the wind had been stolen from her. Luckily, Wesley kept talking.

You have to understand that if you join me, I still expect you to go to school. Everyone needs an education. However, every waking moment of your free time is mine. You will wear what I tell you to wear, endure what I tell you to suffer and fuck whomever I command you to fuck.

Youve graduated, Amaya, the first out of dozens of girls to come this far. Thousands of dollars I have spent on so many girls, but you are the only one that I find worthy of owning. All the college connections I have made, all of the arrangements I have made, have come to this. I have nothing left to test you with. If you want to be mine, then come to me.

He hung up.

She put down the phone and sat there in the van. This was it. There could be no turning back now. Wesley wanted her, and if his tests were any indication, living with him would be a constant trial of her limits. She also remembered the test of neglect and how it was very possible that she would go through weeks of being ignored. What would it be like to be fucked by him and then put aside again? Could she endure that?

She also thought about all the arrangements he hadnt even mentioned. What was she expected to tell her parents? Would Wesley give her a room to live in, or was she going to be chained to his bed all night? For that matter, was he even single? What if he were married? There was so much they hadnt talked about and yet she was expected to make a life-changing decision right here in the van.

Amaya stood up. She reached for her glasses and put them on. Her knees had rug burns, but she ignored them. It took her a couple of deep breaths to come to a decision. In the end, she realized what she was doing. She was stalling.

She thought about how much she had changed. She couldnt go back to being a normal girl. She wanted to be a slut. She wanted to be owned and controlled. She knew that now that she had started, she would never be able to stop. But was she ready for a life that would never be simple again?

The van door was harder to slide from the inside. Amaya climbed out of the van, and her bare feet hit the cold pavement. She shivered as she walked to the door, but soon, she was shaking out of sheer fear and excitement. Her hand wrapped around the doorknob, and she put on her best smile.

She walked into the house and began her service to her first dom.

The end.
