First Year of college was proving far more stressful for Jane than she could ever have imagined. She was beginning to discover a dark side to her needs, although still felt the need to escape the tormentor forcing her discovery.
Jane ran down the corridor hoping, this time, to avoid getting caught. Turning toward the back fire exit she collided into Beth.
"Going somewhere?" Beth asked with her little clique behind her. Jane's heart sank as she prepared for another evening of abuse.
"Nowhere, am ... I was looking for you."
"Bullshit, you were running away. Haven't you learnt who's in charge yet, slut?"
For months now the game of cat and mouse had been their routine. It started in the locker room after a late lecture when Jane had been slow to change. This left her alone with Beth's group.
They decided Jane hadn't done a good enough job of washing herself. They dragged her back under the water in her underwear and took turns scrubbing her clean.
Beth and her group remained dressed while Jane's sodden undergarments were slowly discarded. She walked home, bra and panties stolen, with the feeling of their hands still groping and penetrating her body.
Two days later they found her in a toilet during lunch and took turns using her tongue to elicit quick little yelps and an orgasm each.
Sometimes they liked to strip her naked and each toy with either a clit or nipple. They'd Work her up without allowing a release, calling her a slut or a fuck toy.
They would force her to speak about being their property and that they could do what they wanted with her body. They made her admit she liked being molested and stripped and humiliated.
Then they would eventually make her climax while defiling her, pissing on her hair or chest, dunking her in the toilet or tipping the contents of a bin over her.
Other times they would simple humiliate her in front of others. Like stripping her and throwing her into the boy's locker room or toilets.
The second time she got tied to the urinal and covered in twelve loads of cum. The guys wanking over her helpless nude body.
This was the routine they played out every few days, trap her use her and disappear.
"I'm really sorry Beth I didn't think..."
"Shut up slut and address me properly!"
"Sorry miss, I didn't mean to."
"Enough! Apologise with your tongue." Beth's eyes pointing down to where she held her skirt up, revealing a sheer pair of black panties.
Jane slumped down to her hands and knees, slid the briefs off and revealed the all too familiar pair of lips.
She leaned in, licked up the length of Beth's opening and parting into its top.
"That's it slut, nice and slow." Her hands grabbing clumps Jane's hair to give direction and instruction.
Her will had been broken long ago, so she relaxed into the job painting her face with a mix of saliva and Beth's musky dew.
By the time Beth climaxed a torrent was flowing across Jane's mouth and nose, over her chin, down her neck and between her budding breasts.
Beth wiped her pussy off with the brownish red hair she held in her hand.
"Thanks Slut that was just what I needed."
Jane knew better than to get up. Beth's henchwomen hadn't had their turns yet, but no one else had moved. Beth could see the wet eyed face of puzzlement looking up.
"No they'll get a go later, first I intend to punish you for forgetting your place."
Sara and Emily grabbed an arm each and pre-empted any notion of running. The trio made its way down the corridor with Beth following.
"Back to where it all started," she informed them. The journey to the locker room showers was short and, with only the custodial staff left in the College, without interruption.
Picking up a plastic chair along the way Beth was able to block the only exit from the communal shower. She sat with Sara and Emily on either side and Jane slumped upon her butt before them.
Her clothes, ruffled and unfurled by the manhandling, displayed her white flower print panties which she was no longer inclined to fix.
"Strip off the skirt," barked Sara. A smile spread across Emily's face as Jane unzipped her skirt and slipped it off her legs.
"Panties too."
Each garment was collected by Emily and handed to Beth. She took the childish panties holding the waistband by finger and thumb and inspected the gusset.
"Slut-juice soaked again," she declared. "You love being my slave don't ya?"
Still splayed on her rump Jane looked up, her face hidden by hair she displayed her pussy that was shaved bare as ordered.
"Yes miss this slut's pussy drips for her mistress."
Giggles escape Sara and Emily.
"Show us those tiny titties of yours." This time Emily directed Jane's self-exposure.
Sitting forward Jane undid her college tie, and unbuttoned the shirt.
A similar but unmatched bra hid her last areas of modesty, her pale skin goose pimpled from her socks to her cheeks.
Socks shoes and bra relinquished, Jane was then taken to be drenched in cold water.
They then tied her to the chair. Her wrists and ankles secured to its legs, her butt cheeks mooning the room and pussy peeking out below.
"You'll remember from now on, this belongs to me," Beth commanded, slapping her hand onto Jane's upper thigh and groping into her mound.
"When you're not in class you come find me. After lectures you come here." Another slap, this time onto the wet lips of Jane's helpless pussy. It produced a yelping cry from her other lips.
"Ok Girls have fun but don't mark her permanently."
Looking back, as Beth walked out of the locker room she saw Emily lifting a ruler and begin swatting Jane's ass.
Behind, Sara was already stuffing her pussy over Jane's face. Grinding up and down Sara squeaked in delight over her captive's face.
Yelps and shouts, partially cut off by the suction of a wet snatch escaped Jane's mouth as Emily slapped the ruler down on each buttock cheek.
A per-longed moan from Jane took Sara's attention away from her building orgasm. See watched a bored Emily try to penetrate Jane with one of her own shoes.
The tight entrance refused to allow any more than a few inches of the round toe.
Emily returned to slapping the ruler on her buttocks as the shoe was expelled slowly.
"Bad pussy, naughty pussy, tight pussy!" She yelled, until out it popped and allowed the slaps to rain down upon the swollen pussy opening.
The vibrations of each spank seemed to work through Jane and into Sara as it tipped her into climatic spasm.
Quickly swapping with Emily, Sara's gentle stroking and probing soon had Jane on the verge of beating Emily to it. Sadistically, though, she was never allowed to get off.
Soon Emily had her fill. Both girls rearranged themselves and headed home.
They left Jane there red assed and obviously aroused, with only her college tie and regulation socks, for any lucky janitor to find.
The note left in permanent marker on her exposed ass read...
*Please fuck this slut before you untie it!*
When Juan found her, an hour later, he decided not to risk it but felt as she was blind folded with a college tie he could afford a little feel.
Her soft round ass was perfect and demanded a few slaps.
Rubbing around her folds he could feel it moist and open. A probing thumb was encouraged further when she groaned and clamped upon his digit.
It all became too much for him. Her bald pussy was dripping down her legs and demanded a little taste.
Two fingers pumped her while he lapped the engorged clit and produced a new flood. He was aching now to be in her tight hole and decided "fuck it."
Zipping open, his dick sprung free from his trousers. Twitching with eagerness he plunged straight in.
"You like that little one, don't you?"
