The two weeks following her first cam performance had flown by in a blur of depravity for Hannah. From the moment she woke up, Hannah's days were consumed by a whirlwind of sexual activities. Her new camming routine had become a daily ritual, as she seductively performed for her online audience. Leslie had demanded regular performances, and Hannah knew better than to disobey. But that was just the beginning. As she made her way through the dorm hallways, she couldn't help but feel like she was constantly "on call" for any of the other girls living in the building, ready to fulfill their desires at a moment's notice. She was routinely called into someone's room to lick her pussy or ass, give a massage, bend over to be spanked, or be fucked by a toy, fingers or some random object.
Even outside of her dorm, there was no escaping her role as the campus plaything, as visiting her professors in their offices to serve them and keep her grades up was now an expected part of her routine. Leslie and her crew hadn't let up either, and Hannah had found herself in various locations all around campus giving blowjobs to random guys who'd been sent her way. Hannah's life had become centered almost entirely around sex and being used, leaving little room for anything else.
Her campus reputation was now completely tarnished by the stories that circulated about her and she knew word had spread quickly about her camming. She was the campus slut that Leslie, Sharon, Carla, and Sandra had wanted her to become and there didn't seem to be any turning back.
Hannah had of course filled Lexie in on what had happened at the party and showed her the camming site and her new account. As she'd mostly expected, Lexie had loved hearing about the party and immediately stepped in to help with Hannah's camming, goading her to perform more often and at times running the chat for her.
Tonight had been another busy streaming performance. Lexie was off with her boyfriend and likely spending the night, so Hannah had been on her own. Her fans had quickly tipped to the point where Hannah was posing and showing off every area of her naked body they demanded. She'd given her audience everything they wanted, pinching and twisting her nipples until she squealed, spanking her ass until it was red, sucking on a large dildo until her drool was running down her chin. She'd finished the performance by putting two dildos on the seat of her wooden desk chair and lowering herself onto them, filling both her pussy and ass at once. Adjusting the camera to give everyone the best view, she'd bounced herself up and down hard on the toys, squeezing her tits and moaning for her audience as she brought herself to two intense orgasms.
After catching her breath, Hannah smiled and thanked her audience before clicking off the camera and pulling herself up off the two dildos. She quickly cleaned up the mess she'd made and then headed up the hall to clean her toys, blushing and looking down at the floor as she passed a couple girls.
"Hope you had a good show tonight, slut!" they laughed, one of them giving Hannah a hard swat on her ass as they slipped by her in the hall.
Hannah sighed and shrugged off the comment, feeling the slight sting on her ass and hearing the giggles of the girls continue down the hall. After getting her toys cleaned up in the bathroom she headed back down the hall to her room, stopping herself at one point along the way as she reflected on her situation. Standing naked in her dorm hallway holding two large dildos, she realized that her life had completely unraveled from what she'd expected it to be. She was no longer the innocent college freshman she'd been at the beginning of the semester, she was a slut, a sex toy, a live performance for all to see or use. And yet, as much as she hated admitting it to herself, she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her with each sexual encounter, each performance. As much as she still hated Leslie and her group, Hannah knew they'd pushed her into accepting the submissive slut she'd always had inside.
She continued on to her room, thoughts spiraling with each step. Thinking about who she'd been, everything she'd been made to do, and wondering where it all went from here. How much farther would Leslie push her? How much more would Lexie want from her? As she entered her room and looked over at her laptop, the memories of the night's performances flooded back, the lewd comments from her fans, the moans and groans as she fucked herself for their pleasure. Her face felt hot as she imagined their eyes on her, watching her, wanting her.
Hannah laid her toys down on the desk next to her laptop. At one time, the thought of leaving them out in the open would have left her panicked but she figured at this point why even bother with hiding them. The whole dorm knew who she was, what she was. Most of the campus knew what she was.
Suddenly realizing how tired she felt, Hannah flipped off the lights, made her way to her bed and slipped between the sheets. She drew the covers up over her shoulders, wrapping herself in the thin barrier between her nakedness and the world. Closing her eyes and trying to shut off her thoughts about everything she'd been experiencing, Hannah slowly drifted off to sleep.
A coarse tickle at her thigh snapped Hannah from the embrace of sleep. She stirred, a grogginess clinging to her senses like cobwebs. "Hmm?" she murmured, her voice lost in the cotton of half-dreams.
"Shhh..." replied a hushed male voice.
Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with confusion as she tried to blink away the remnants of sleep. The room was dark, shapes blurred and indistinct. The bed dipped rhythmically behind her, an unfamiliar weight pressing down on the mattress.
"Wha...?" Her breath hitched, cut short by a sudden, invasive pressure as she felt a hard cock shoved into her pussy. A gasp tore from her lips as realization crashed into her like icy water...there was some random guy in her room and he was about to fuck her.
"Easy, sweetheart," a low voice spoke from the darkness behind her, "gonna have some fun, just relax and take it."
Hannah's pulse thundered in her ears as her body tensed, instinctively trying to pull away. But he kept two hands on her ass, squeezing and caressing but also holding her down. She could feel the heat of his body between her legs, the brush of his bare skin against hers. His hands were rough against her ass and the smell of stale beer seemed to surround him.
"Please..." she whispered quietly, not sure who he was or where he'd come from. His only response was a grunt and groan as he started to fuck her faster, his cock slipping easily in and out of her pussy.
Hannah groaned and clutched at the sheets, feeling her whole body shift forward with each thrust as he pounded into her relentlessly.
"Unnnn...wh.wh.who are you?" She managed to choke out the question, but it was swallowed by the rhythmic creaking of her bed and the grunts of exertion from the figure behind her.
