Ivy League at Any Cost

Life got busy for the next few days. Class, the start up of real homework. Hours spent reading. Just learning where to go, new names, new faces. It was a lot.

Despite that, it was the first time in her life Vicki could remember being just actively horny. Not like in a "what is this feeling kind of way," and not in a "wow that boy has pretty eyes" kind of way, more like a grab her lab partner by the lips and see where it took them kind of way. Not stopping until he had her pinned against a wall, with fingers in her mouth and a cock in her pussy. It was... distracting.

Vicki double checked her bag as she existed the sorority house. It was close to 7:00pm, and she was on her way to the first study group for Chemistry. She ran through her mental checklist. Book. Syllabus. Notes. Where the fuck were her notes?

She rifled through her bag, bending over in the doorway to get a better view.

"McKayla back yet?" a male voice asked.

Vicki peeled her eyes away from her book bag to see Steve. Vicki was blocking the doorway, and he was already a little too close.

Steve was McKayla's boyfriend, handsome in a nice abs and nice ass kind of way. Or maybe it was his shoulders. Those were pretty nice too. His eyes were following her chest as she stood back up to make eye contact. With the low cut on her shirt and her posture over the book bag, Vicki had a queasy confidence that he had seen just about everything not covered by her bra.

Vicki felt her face warm. Steve's eyes met hers, gave her an easy smile.

"So..." Steve said.

"So..." Vicki echoed back.

"She here?"

"What now?" Vicki said. Steve just smiled back. A moment. Then another.

Holy fucking shit say something, her brain was yelling at her as she struggled. "No. I don't know," Liz stuttered.

"I better go look," he said.

"Yeah," Vicki said.

Then he walked by, uncomfortably close in the tight doorway.

Vicki shut her eyes and took a long breath. Then another. She had to forget whatever that was and get back on task.

Her notes were not in her bag. Get your fucking notebook. Vicki ducked back into the sorority house. The house had an old fashioned vestibule that opened into a large main room. Shooting off from the main room were two sitting areas, the kitchen, and a staircase up to the bedrooms.

Vicki caught a glimpse of Steve bounding up the stairs toward McKayla's room. Whatever the fuck that was that had just happened, she needed to stay away from it. Vicki loitered in the main room for a moment, not willing to follow until Steve was safely in McKayal's room or gone.

"Where you going?" Liz called. The blond co-chair of rush was walking out of the kitchen. She nodded toward the book bag slung over Vicki's shoulder.

"Study group," Vicki said. She kept an internal timer for Steve's likely location upstairs. Any minute---

"Not tonight you're not." Liz said.

"What?" Vicki asked.

Liz raised an eyebrow and flashed that sick smile. Vicki didn't know what this was, but it couldn't be good.

"I have-- you said Friday and Saturdays only," Vicki said.

"It's rush," Liz said. "Different rules."

Vicki swore to herself. Put her bag down.

"So what now?" Vicki asked.

"We have an activity in a minute," Liz said.

Vicki checked her watch. She was already running late to the study group. She needed to call her partner.

"You got a problem?" Liz asked.

"No, it's just--" Vicki started.

"Take off your shirt," Liz cut her off.

Fuck. Vicki made eye contact. It was unspoken but obvious. Liz had the power. Vicki had already fucked this up, and any hesitation would make this worse. She looked up at the stairway. Her internal Steve counter was already scrambled. If McKayla wasn't here...

"You want pants too?" Liz asked.

"No," Vicki croaked.

"Get moving then," Liz said.

She started opening her blouse, her fingers working faster than her brain.

"Dressed up pretty nice for a study group," Liz said.

Vicki said nothing, took her blouse off. She had emotional whiplash, half her brain thinking about her friends waiting for her, the other half acutely aware that she was standing in a public place without a top. There wasn't typically a ton of foot traffic at this time on a Tuesday, but even so, it wasn't like the house was closed.

For all the stress of the past week, she'd also been working her ass off (literally) in the gym. Maybe she didn't look different, but she felt different. She liked how her bra pushed her up her breasts. It was the first time she could remember liking how they looked.

Liz stared at her. Vicki tried to avoid eye contact. Seconds felt like minutes.

"I don't know if the other girls are even here," Vicki said.

"You just can't shut the fuck up can you?" Liz said.

Vicki started to shiver. The contempt rattling her more than her exposed flesh.

"Since you're so impatient, just take it off. All of it," Liz said.

Vicki's hands were shaking as she pulled her pants down. She stepped out of her pants, tried to edge further into the room. At least she had her good panties on. She liked how the accentuated the curve of her hips and ass.

"Don't move," Liz said. She ran up stairs.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck, Vicki thought. At least she had kept her underwear. She had no clue where Liz had gone, whether this was a test. Was leaving her on display an end to itself, or a precursor to something worse?

She heard the creek of the door behind her. Vicki's heart pounded, she imagined all of the terrible scenarios of who could be opening the door.

"Making progress Vicki," Janette said from behind her.

"Jesus Christ you almost gave me a heart attack," Vicki shot back. She turned. Janette leaned in the doorway, book bag over her shoulder. She had on skintight denim and old vans. Her oversized glasses should have been nerdy but weren't.

"Care to explain?" Janette asked.

"Liz is on a fucking warpath. Said there is an event, but I'm not so sure," Vicki hissed.

"What can I do?" Janette asked.

"Just duck out before she comes back. Before she gets you too," Vicki said. She nodded at the stairs.

Janette held Vicki's eyes for a moment. She looked torn.

Vicki heard the creak of the stairs.

"Go!" she hissed again.

Janette hesitated, then bolted back out the front door.

Vicki cursed herself. It was the right thing to do, but felt hollow. Being naked alone left her feeling even more vulnerable. The creaking stairs turned into feet, but it wasn't Liz. It was Steve. Vicki didn't know she could feel worse. He made it half way into the room before freezing in his tracks.

Vicki gave him an awkward smile.

"So..." Steve said. Vicki could tell that he was trying to look away. Trying and failing. His eyes spent extra time on her abs and thighs, making up for lost opportunity.

"Rush," Vicki said.

"Yeah, rush," Steve said.

"So McKayla," Vicki said.

"Not here," Steve said.

There was an awkward moment. Vicki forbidden to move, Steve too afraid.

"Sorry that took so long," Liz said as she came down the stairs. She had the silver case that Vicki immediately recognized from the contest the weekend before. Not good.

"Oh, hey Steve," Liz said.

"I was just going. You obviously--" Steve started.

"No stay," Liz said. "If privacy was required, we'd do it upstairs. Right?"

Steve shrugged. He didn't look convinced, but he also didn't move. Liz walked further into the room, opened up the case. The same assortment of dildos and plugs were inside.

"Why are your clothes on, whore?" she said.

Vicki took a deep breath. She'd been naked more in the last two weeks than the rest of her life combined, but it didn't seem much easier. Whatever was about to happen was going to be in front of Steve. In addition to the humiliation, there was a new voice in her head telling her this was dangerous territory, telling her to run.

Not like I have a fucking choice, she told that voice.

"I have to tell you again?" Liz said. The words were dripping with hatred. There would have been an epitaph at the end, except for the cheerful smile she had to put back on for Steve.

Vicki unhooked her bra and peeled off her panties. She tried to ignore Steve, tried not to think about their moment in the doorway, but she couldn't stop herself. That extra confidence evaporated as she slid her panties down her legs, exposing everything. Vicki prayed that Liz wouldn't stick a finger in her this time, was terrified of what she would find.

Vicki took a deep breath. She made a promise to herself. Whatever Liz demanded, she was going to do. No fucking safe words. They could judge her body, her dark nipples and shaved pussy, but they couldn't judge her. Liz was forcing her to do this. Even so, she couldn't make eye contact with Liz or Steve.

"It's OK, you can look," Liz said to Steve.

Steve ran his eyes up and down her body. She could almost feel it, and when they slowed down to a crawl, she knew just where and just why. In a different world, where they were alone and there was no Liz and no McKayla, he'd been fucking her brains out right now, and she'd be fucking him right back. She thought again about her first meeting with Liz, how she had taken delight in feeling Vicki's insides.

"McKayla wouldn't want--" Steve started.

"Don't worry Steve. It's not like she has anything to be jealous of, right?" Liz said.

"Yeah," Steve said. He didn't sound overly confident.

"Where is your leash?" Liz asked.

"I don't know," Vicki said.

Her last experience with the leash had not been a good one. Even now, it wasn't the cock in her mouth that had stuck with her, but rather the slapping sounds of Janette getting fucked, the haunted look in her eyes after. Days later, it was Janette's strength that resonated with Vicki, even more than her beauty.

Vicki knew that whatever was about to happen couldn't involve Steve directly. The program forbid sex with unscreened outsiders, and Vicki was pretty sure that Steve was a civilian. If Liz wanted to dip her fingers in Vicki's pussy and laugh at how wet it was, then so be it. Vicki could take it.

At least she hoped.

"No leash huh? Unfortunate," Liz said. She peered over to the case. "Well this isn't quite the same thing, but gets the point across."

Liz pulled out the fox tail butt plug from the case. Vicki's world froze. She really had no reference with butt plugs to know whether this particular one was large or otherwise, but whatever fear she had for the physical pain was dwarfed by the thought of a bushy gray tail wagging out of her ass. She wasn't into that, preferred for her shame to be hidden.

"What do you say, put a skirt on and you can wear this around campus. You can even make your study group," Liz said.

"Please no," Vicki whispered. She didn't know how the words escaped.

"What was that?" Liz asked.

Vicki couldn't speak. Liz smiled.

"Come here," Liz said.

Vicki stuttered over to Liz, her legs jelly. She tried to disassociate, separate Vicki the human away from what was about to happen. Liz was going to ram her ass with that plug, and parade her around like a fucking animal. Vicki's heart was racing.

"On your knees slut," Liz said.

It wasn't fair.

Vicki rested on her knees, thighs on calves. She folded her hands in her lap, tried to ignore how it pressed her breasts together. Steve looked uncomfortable. He avoided eye contact, but Vicki couldn't help but notice the bulge in his crotch. She tried not to think about the last time she was in this position, the cock in her mouth while her friend was fucked.

"Before we accept her, she's gotta fuck someone. You know that right?" Liz whispered to Steve. Despite the hushed tones, Vicki still managed to hear.

"Yeah, I've heard stories like that," Steve said.

"It could be you," Liz said.

"You know I'm with McKayla," Steve said.

"I know, I know. But things don't always work out," she said. "And you could do whatever you want," Liz said. "I can make her do anything, at least during rush. You ever fuck McKayla in the ass?"

Vicki could see it in Steve's eyes. He was mesmerized, torn between knowing he should leave, thinking about fucking McKayla, of fucking Vicki, imagining what it meant to be able to do anything. She wanted to tell him to run, but she said nothing.

Liz held the butt plug to Vicki's lips. It was black and looked like rubber, probably half as big as her fist. She felt her jaw quiver as she imagined what was about to happen.

The plug wasn't so big that she couldn't get it in her mouth, but she didn't want to. She could manage physical discomfort, she'd already proven that to herself, but to be reduced to this...

She leaned forward anyway, taking the plug in her mouth.

"Better get it wet," Liz said. "Never know where that may end up."

It was as wide as it was long, awkward getting in her mouth, but easy to handle once it was inside. She tried to coat it with saliva, tried not to think too far ahead. Fortunately, the plug didn't trigger her gag reflex.

The smell of it filled her. It wasn't rubber, but somehow the taste reminded her of rubber. New shoes? She didn't know. It didn't matter.

It was uncomfortable, and Vicki felt an extra layer of shame when saliva dribbled around the gag and down her chin. Liz smiled.

Vicki heard the door open. It couldn't get any worse. She couldn't bear to see who it was, hoped they didn't recognize her.

"What's going on?" Janette asked.

Out of the corner of her eye, Vicki saw Janette walk through the doorway. Confidence and grace, a smile on her face that evaporated at the site of Vicki.

"Little pregame entertainment," Liz said.

"He allowed to be here?" Janette said.

"If I say he is," Liz said.

Vicki looked up at Janette and wish she hadn't. Somehow the pain in Janette's face was worse than facing this alone. This wasn't sexy. It was humiliating. Wrong. Janette's face said it all.

"That's quite enough," Liz said. She pulled the plug out of Vicki's mouth, awkwardly lurching her forward as it didn't quite clear her teeth.

"Bend over," Liz said.

Blood pumping in her ears. This was it. Vicki got on her hands and knees, catching Janette's eye for just a moment as she bent over.

She told herself that it was her turn, that Janette had already endured worse.

But it was just too much.

Liz could fill her asshole up with that plug, fox tail and all, and she could endure. But to do it in public, to see Janette's heart break for her in that moment. Vicki gave up. She dropped her head down, and was thankful that her thick hair would hide the tears.

She tried to relax her asshole, as if that was a thing she was capable of even in the best of times. Yeah right. It was the thing that you were supposed to do. Relax while you get fucked.

"That's my job right?" Janette said.

Vicki's mind and body revolted. What was Janette saying?

"What?" Liz said.

"Anal queen right? I'm the one who is supposed to be taking things up the ass," Janette said. "Big pussy and all that."

And her beautiful roommate just smiled, like Big Pussy was a humble brag after all.

Vicki couldn't allow Janette to do this. She wouldn't. She willed herself to ask for the plug, to leave Janette out of it. To her shame she said nothing. She hung her head and hoped Janette would take her place.

"You're not the queen of anything," Liz said.

"But you said--" Janette started.

"That was just for one night. You had your turn. Now Vicki gets hers," Liz said. Her words were iron.

There it was. No stay of execution after all. Vicki felt the tip of the buttplug caress her asshole.

Vicki said a silent thank you for her sweet, sex positive roommate. Despite it all, Janette's willingness was everything.

Vicki tried to relax, tried to open up as she leaned back into the plug. It had a tapered end, but Vicki couldn't feel it. It just felt like an impossibly big mass failing to open her up.

Liz pushed harder. The pressure increased but nothing happened. Who was she kidding with that saliva? There wasn't enough lube in the world for this. The pressure twisted into pain as Vicki started to open.

She would get through this. Somehow. She shut her eyes.

Vicki imagined what she looked like, bent over like a slave, face nearly on the floor, ass held up and open. This was going to happen. She wondered if Liz would make her go to study hall with the tail in. The thought made her queasy.

The pressure against her ass was her whole world. She barely registered the sound of the front door opening.

"What the fuck is this?" McKayla said.

The plug was pulled away in an instant. Vicki shot up.

"McKayla!" Steve said, "We were--"

"Not a fucking word out of you," McKayla said to him. She turned to Liz "What are you doing?"

"My job," Liz said. There was so much icy tension that it was almost worse than being naked on the floor.

"This wasn't on the agenda," McKayla said.

"Improvising," Liz said back.

"In the fucking doorway? We agreed--" McKayla started.

"Well then you shouldn't be late all the damn time," Liz said.

An angry moment hung in the air.

McKayla glared at them all. Shaking.

Rage, Vicki thought. She'd seen her mom get this mad on a few, very rare occasions. It wasn't good. Never good.

"Vicki, get the fuck up and go put some clothes on," McKayla said.

Vicki didn't need to be told twice. She was happy to avoid whatever this was.

She rushed to her room and put her clothes back on. McKayla or Liz or whoever could come get her when it was over.

But no one ever did.

--

Vicki was afraid to leave her room and investigate. So she didn't. She laid back on her bed, tried to sleep but couldn't.

Hours later Janette came back. The smell of alcohol and a smile that never quite disappeared.

"Well you look happy," Vicki said.

"Oh yes," Janette said.

Vicki nodded at her, motioning for her roommate to spill the beans.

"Well whatever Liz and McKayla had planned got canceled. Whole thing blew up. Ugly. Just us and the guys and nothing to do. So long story short, I finally got fucked," Janette said with a lazy smile. "For real. Big dick. You remember Bill?"

Vick had flash memory of a paddle on her ass and pain.

"Yeah," Vicki said.

"Well his cock was as promised. Big. Girthy. Girth-Y. And he knew how to use it," Janette smiled again, a lazy smile that took time to develop, a smile born of alcohol and satisfaction. "This is what I signed up for. Kinda awkward with an audience, but I was desperate. How about you?"

"Am I desperate?" Vicki asked.

"No, did you catch any cock?" Janette asked.

"Must have missed it," Vicki said. Deadpan, but Vicki couldn't help but smile at the end.

Janette smiled back, and it wasn't even awkward. It was nice, like with her sister before their teenage years put strain into that relationship.

"Hey, I'm going over to Haley and Kim's room for another round of drinks. Little decompression and gossip and all that. Come with me," Janette said.

Vicki didn't want to go but knew she needed to. She needed to ignore what had almost happened and just keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other. She also needed to say something to Janette. A thank you, or some kind of acknowledgment. Janette had offered so much to protect her when she could have kept walking.

But thanking her would mean being vulnerable and Vicki wasn't sure if she could do that right now, didn't know what would happen if she opened that door.

She took a deep breath.

"Thank you," Vicki said anyway, vulnerability be damned, "For what you tried to do for me."

Janette put her drunk energy on pause, tilted her head and studied Vicki for a brief moment.

"Of course," Janette said. She flashed a sad smile.

And then Vicki was crying, and Janette was holding her, cradling Vicki's mess of a face against bony ribs. For the first time in her life, Vicki wasn't embarrassed or ashamed to be losing her shit, she just pressed her face into Janette and let it all go.