"Come here Ev and let me see what colour panties you're wearing."
The laughter became louder.
As I ascended the steps I felt myself grabbed.
"Hey," I shouted, "let me go!"
Whilst off balance I was thrown quickly over the desk piece of the wooden bench and felt my skirt moved down an inch or two.
My mind was a blur. Not in class. Please don't. What's going on? But they were after my tattoo.
"Fuck it says 'SLUT' in Chinese. She's a little slant eyed slut!"
More laughter.
I was pushed back out onto the theatre steps and fell over. With my skirt being so short there were few options for getting back to my feet with grace. So I struggled, and gave everyone a flash of thigh and thong whilst doing so.
"Come to daddy Chinese Ev, slutty Ev ..."
"Ha, ha, ha." The laughter continued but I seemed abstracted from it now, somehow distant. I reached the place where Julia was sitting and my mind was numb. I picked up my bag and ran for the exit. As the doors swung shut behind me just one shout rang out.
"Ev, wait, stop." I stopped and turned. It was Julia standing facing me in the doorway. I stared at her feeling like a frightened deer. She looked directly back at me. I was on the verge of running to her and throwing myself weeping into her arms, but a group of lecture-less students wandered between us and so I took my chance to escape. When the group had passed by I knew that Julia would not know which way I had turned. I was gone.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I had only lasted 10 minutes. Master had ordered me to remain the whole time but he didn't know what he was asking. Each day, he had said, my appearance would get more slut-like. Well shit, I didn't know how much more slut-like I could get, save coming in naked. Then the word 'naked' stuck in my mind. No, surely not – he wouldn't, not naked. But the thought now scared me because I couldn't be sure how far he would push me.
I decided that I would leave the campus grounds and walk into the woods nearby until lunchtime. Then I would do the lunchtime Nadu as ordered before attending the afternoon lecture. My immediate friends and Julia would not be there at the later class. It was an off curriculum class on Sociology Research. I must go and then I could be as true to Master as possible.
I took off my shoes and walked. It was sunny and nowhere near as cold as I first feared. My nipples were still very erect though and my experience, as much as I hated it, had made me juice. I began to fantasise about what could happen to me in those woods. I could be abducted and held as a sex slave or tied up and raped or ... just then a quick movement ahead startled me and woke me from my day dream. It was only a rabbit. I laughed to myself.
I was still tired after my non stop induction into the world of slut-hood and so I sat down in the sun on a grassy bank. Making sure the sun shone on me and that my skirt, brief though it was, protected me from the touch of the grass, I drifted off into a welcome morning sleep.
I slept soundly, waking a good while later. I saw from my wrist watch that it was almost lunchtime and so I stretched my body back into life and made my way to the main grassed area stopping to buy a sandwich from the many sandwich carts to be found on campus. I sat quietly and alone to eat my lunch. I pondered on whether my life had really changed as much as it now seemed. How could I be friends with Julia and the other girls whilst Master ruled every waking – and sometimes sleeping – moment of my life? Could I really count Rika as my friend now that she could become the 'bitch from hell' whenever she felt like it? And what about Master Si? Was he my boyfriend, were we 'together' should I expect to move in with him sometime, would I want to?
All these questions were still to answer and no answers were available. So instead I put them out of my mind and calmed myself in readiness for the afternoon. I replaced my shoes (after all to be slut/slave like for Nadu I would need my heels), found a clear piece of grass and knelt on it. I opened my knees as far as the skirt would allow and placed my hands on my thighs. I thrust out my tits and cast my eyes downwards. There, that was okay and it didn't feel too bad.
I stayed in that position for the lunch period and managed to last out uninterrupted. I think I probably looked okay except for the lack of girly composure that my spread knees gave away. But I thought of Master, worshipping his cock and I thought of Rika – how I hated, and loved and lusted after her. Then my thoughts went back to Master and I imagined myself chained to his bed, crying for his attention and writhing to his touch. By the time my Nadu was over my pussy was soaked and I was sure that I smelled of sex. That thought made me a little nervous again. But I would go to my lecture, I had to.
The walk was short to the Soc research class and I encountered no hostility, just a few lewd comments. I slipped into the class relatively quietly and sat near the back. The downside was that there were only about 10 of us there but I was seated and from the waist up I looked ok. I had no one sit near to me and so the strong smell of my arousal – or so I imagined – was not drifting up anyone else's nostrils. Then it was over and the fear induced excitement of the day started to give way to a nervous anticipation at what might lie in store for me when I returned home.
I had a study day the following day and so did not need to attend any classes. That meant that I would not have to suffer an even more slut like appearance than the one I had suffered today. I hoped that I would be allowed to rest – how I needed to!
I switched on my cell phone and it beeped into a life. A text message – from Master! I skimmed the words. It was telling me to get a cab to his house. In fact that's all it said, nothing else – no 'kisses', no 'love from Master', it was an order plain and simple. When you finish get a cab to my house was all it said.
I felt light hearted, more so than I had felt all day and was desperate to relieve my lust fuelled frustration.
I walked out of the theatre and into the dusky evening. It was 3pm and the sun was starting to set. Then it happened. One minute I was almost skipping away in my heels, and the next a trio of young women – clearly CAL students, who had been laughing and joking loudly, suddenly stopped and stared at me. None of the three girls moved for a long moment, then one of them stepped forward and, before I could stop her, and as if in slow motion, she hit me. SLAP! My head flew to one side as her right palm crashed down with full force onto my left cheek. I screamed and my bag and files flew everywhere. I fell to the ground and my eyes burst into floods of tears. I was shocked and hurt and so I did not fight when I felt a hand cup my chin and lift my head. I looked up with hope, but that hope was shattered when I saw the look of disgust on the girl's face.
I saw her lips pucker but my cheek was already so wet from my own tears that I hardly felt it when the spit that she forcefully showered me with fell onto my face. My sobs intensified yet again.
"You disgrace us all!" the girl admonished me loudly. "I don't like to use these words unless it is warranted, but in your case, it definitely IS warranted. You are a slut, a bitch, a whore, a no-good cunt, and you are an absolute disgrace to women everywhere!"
Again she spat at me as did her two friends before they ran off into the distance. My world had crashed around me. My head was spinning and my face hurt. I could now feel their spit dripping down my face and felt their harsh words deeply. Did they mean what they had said? I had not thought about how I made other people, other girls, think. I had looked only at what my situation meant to me. Shit, this was a new dimension. I would need to be careful in future about my public attitude and displays.
I scrambled to my feet giving anyone who saw me a great view of my thong covered bare ass. My pony tail had come out and so I brushed my long flowing hair behind my ears.
"Oh Master, what have you done to your slave?" I cried quietly to myself before dusting myself down, picking up my files and walking in a more subdued manner to find a cab. My phone once more played a tune back to me indicating the arrival of a text message. It was again from Master. Slut, you will be finished now. I have arranged a cab for you from outside the Sociology faculty building. Go there now – it will be waiting for you. Another text message clear and to the point. I began to walk with more purpose now to the waiting taxi, diverting only for a brief visit to the ladies rest room to remove the remains of the spit from my face. I felt the churn in my tummy as I thought of what might lie ahead.
Rika ...
It was early afternoon. I had just finished my lunch and was thinking about starting to revise my work again; after all I was supposed to be on study leave. But it was hard when images of Ev and Master Si would not disappear from my mind. I was alone in the house and so had not been too concerned about wearing clothes. I sat in a pair of high cut panties and an old faded white T shirt. If anything, my attire was the source of further distraction because my pussy and tits were just far too accessible to my curious fingers. So even though I had hardly read a word from my work I was already fingering the nipple rings through my T shirt. Just then an email arrived ... it was from Si. The subject read – What are you doing? I clicked the mail open.
