Liz kept the rim job mercifully short. There was little privacy in Vicki and Janette's shared room, and a locked door was too big of a red flag to leave for long.
Even so, the time Vicki spent swirling around the edge of Liz's asshole dragged on forever. Vicki spent less than five minutes on her knees, face pressed between Liz's cheeks, but it was more than enough.
"When's your first class?" Liz asked.
"Nine-thirty," Vicki said.
"First break?" Liz asked.
"Eleven," Vicki said.
"Ok, meet in my room at eleven-thirty," Liz said. Liz started going through Vicki's closet, throwing any overly thick or modest blouses on the floor. "Throw those away. Your bras too."
"I'll have nothing to wear!" Vicki said.
"We'll get you something better," Liz said.
"It's almost Winter," Vicki said.
"You'll figure it out," Liz said.
--
The next day, Vicki settled on one a dark green and gold top with a vaguely flora print. It was on point for a Friday night but was low cut and a bit too sheer for morning classes.
Although it was low cut, the lack of a bra mostly kept her cleavage in check. Of course that meant her breasts swayed when she walked, and the fabric was just rough enough that the friction on her nipples was... pleasant.
Vicki knew her breasts swayed suggestively when she walked, and she tried to convince herself that the stares were normal. Passing guys, a few girls, and even her professor.
Vicki spent most of the morning blushing but didn't stop. She returned to the house to meet Liz. As far as Vicki could tell, the house was empty as she trudged up the stairs to Liz's room. Empty meant dangerous.
Liz was waiting for her.
"Lock the door," she said.
Vick had a million questions to ask. What would happen now? Yesterday's rim job had made it abundantly clear she was Liz's property. But what did that mean? How long would it last?
"Just breathe," she told herself. Liz was going to draw this out. There was no use in letting her anxiety run crazy. One step at a time.
"Come here. You know everyone can see your nipples through that shirt?"
Vicki approached. Liz ran her fingers over Vicki's breast, finding her left nipple through the material, lightly stroking it while she spoke.
"That was your plan right?"
"If I could make you walk around naked I would," Liz said. "I'll bring over something more appropriate."
Vicki wanted to quip back but was too deflated to speak. She just hoped the new wardrobe wouldn't get her in actual trouble.
"Bend over," Liz said. She motioned Vicki to the desk. It wasn't worth protesting. Vicki assumed the position, putting her elbows on the desk, jutting her ass out.
Liz peeled down Vicki's pants and panties in one motion, fighting to get them over her hips and butt. Vicki shuddered but tried not to show her fear. Her shaved pussy and asshole were completely exposed to Liz. At least the door was locked.
"What do you want?" Vicki asked.
Vicki heard the slap at the same time she felt it. Pain bloomed on her ass.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up," Liz said, "Don't speak unless spoken to. Slave. Got it?"
Vicki didn't trust herself to speak, the stinging pain radiating from her ass, trembling in fear more than pain. She felt Liz's hand caress her ass, grazing down her inner cheeks until she was massaging over and past her asshole.
"Anal scares you doesn't it?" Liz asked.
"Yes," Vicki admitted.
"Did Steve fuck you in the ass?" Liz asked.
"I think so," Vicki said.
"You don't even remember?"
"Someone got me drunk," Vicki said.
Another sharp smack on her ass. "Don't you dare scream," Liz ordered. "Don't blame me for your whore decisions. Why does it scare you?"
"Because it hurts," Vicki said.
"What else?"
"It's degrading," Vicki said.
"Why?"
Vicki struggled on this point. She didn't exactly know why.
"Let me tell you," Liz said, "I think I know."
Vicki felt a cool squirt of lube on her asshole, followed by Liz's manicured fingers pressing at her opening.
"You better relax," Liz said. Vicki did her best, leaning in to her shoulders, trying to relax her ass, trying to focus on something else as the pressure intensified.
There was a brief spike of pressure then Liz was in, a finger curling into Vicki's ass. She felt exposed, open, violated, unsure of what she needed to do or how to react.
"Despite your partner's desire, his need to fill your asshole, you know what you are on the inside. And after he puts his cock in you, when he's done pumping you full of cum--"
Liz pushed another finger inside of her. The first one had been awkward. The second was uncomfortable.
"No amount of makeup and soap, perfume and shampoo will hide how disgusting you truly are," Liz said. "Then he'll dump you. Not because you gave it up like a whore, but because you're revolting."
Liz pulled her fingers out in an instant and shoved them under Vicki's nose. She recoiled at the sharp smell.
"Keep your ass clean," Liz said. She wiped her fingers in Vicki's hair.
Vicki was lost in the humiliation, but cut back in to focus when Liz's soft fingers graze her pussy. She slid them across Vicki's lips once, then twice. Vicki suppressed a shiver as Liz dipped her fingers inside. The violation was upsetting and-- it was two fingers at once, a good size, the kind of size Vicki could...
"Wet," Liz said, "No matter what you think, what you believe, you enjoy this."
Liz pulled her fingers out and shoved them in to Vicki's mouth, bringing back memories from the night she went down on Liz.
"Put your pants back on," Liz said, and pulled her fingers out of Vicki's mouth.
Liz unlocked the door and opened it. Vicki was allowed to leave, but she wasn't truly free.
--
The week passed slowly. Thankfully there were few moments each day when Liz could make her life hell, small moments but she made the most of them.
When time was short, Liz would force Vicki to tongue her asshole. When more time was available, things were worse.
Liz found a window when the other girls were in class, and ordered Vicki to meet in her room. Liz locked the door behind them.
Liz searched through a pile of laundry, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans. She tossed the wadded up panties out, and started to pulling out the belt that looped through them.
"Pull your pants down. Panties too."
Vicki followed orders while her mind raced through Liz's possible plans. Fingered. Fucked. She watched Liz for any signs of danger.
This was her new normal, stripped and humiliated on a daily basis, but she wasn't used to it. Vicki couldn't help but tense as Liz approached, invading her personal space to run her smooth hands between Vicki's thighs.
"I have a theory about you," Liz said. As she spoke, Liz ran her fingers around Vicki's pussy. "You enjoy this. Tell me the truth. You ever think about me while you touch yourself?"
Vicki's body was frozen while Liz fondled her. The thought that Vicki enjoyed this, that she asked for it, that she wanted it, was repulsive.
"You seem a little too eager to lick my ass," Liz continued. "I know it can't taste good, so why do you like it?"
"I don't," Vicki said.
"Try all you like, your body can't lie," Liz said. She pulled her fingers away. "You're already turned on, just a little."
Liz turned away and fingered the belt lying on the bed. She turned back to Vicki and doubled the belt over until it was a tight loop.
"Lift up your shirt," Liz said.
Vicki did what she was told. She lifted her shirt up, exposing her pale breasts and dark nipples.
"You've been working out," Liz said. She traced the sharp edge of the belt down the curve of Vicki's belly, down to her hips. Vicki knew the faint echo of abs were starting to appear. She had spent more time than she cared to admit admiring the direction her body was going. "Turn around."
Vicki followed orders, then felt the stiff leather of the belt run across her ass.
"You still fucking Janette?" Liz asked.
It felt like a slap. Her relationship with Janette was... complicated. Janette was her roommate and best friend, at least she had been.
"I don't... we don't... No," Vicki said.
"That's not what I saw," Liz said. "Face me."
"I'm going to beat you with this belt," Liz said. "It's in my best interest not to leave any marks, and in both of our best interest for you not to scream. You understand?"
Vicki couldn't take her eyes off that belt. Her mother had beaten her as a kid and occasionally as a teen. Memories of shame and pain welled up. Vicki tried to tamp them down but only half succeeded.
"Open your mouth," Liz said. Vicki followed orders, anxiously watching Liz's every movement. Her blond tormentor grabbed the wadded up, worn panties and held them up to Vicki's mouth. "Just in case you forget."
She nodded.
The panties were cotton and utilitarian. They evoked the taste of Liz, but more than anything they were just dry, absorbing spit. It reminded Vicki of the dentist.
Liz ran the belt across Vicki's nipple. It felt extra sensitive, and Vicki struggled not to squirm.
Without warning, Liz cut the belt across Vicki's stomach, hard enough to make Vicki groan into her makeshift gag and shrink away, though the pain faded fast. "No marks," Vicki thought.
"Keep it down bitch," Liz said. "Turn around, and bend over. Keep your shirt up."
