Author's Note: My apologies for the length of time between submissions but a serious medical issue has prevented me from writing. Hopefully I will be able to bring this series to conclusion in the near future.
Tuesday
Susan Mitchell was summoned to Headmaster Stephen Krutz' office at seven on Tuesday morning. She had spent four hours yesterday tied up in one of the locker rooms having sex with a string of men as part of a fundraising campaign. She had been taken back to her dorm room cell after lunch and had spent the rest of the day sleeping, trying to rest her aching pussy.
When she arrived in the office and knelt beside the headmaster's desk, stark naked as always, Krutz ignored her for some time, as he usually did. He shuffled through papers on his desk, making notes, while Susan knelt with her head down. She had learned well how to play the part of the submissive slave girl. She was still trying to work out a way to escape this man, but until she did, she knew serving him was better than the alternative, even if it was only slightly better.
Finally the headmaster turned his attention to the naked girl sitting beside his desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small box. From the box, he produced what he called a 'necklace'. It was a thin metal wire. Strung along it were a number of condom wrappers, each with a small hole punched in the corner through which the wire passed.
"There are two boxes of condoms, 72 in total, attached to this necklace," Krutz said, as he placed it around Susan's neck. The necklace was rather heavy, she thought, and the sharp edges of the wrappers poked her skin. "Your task for the rest of this week is simple," he continued. "You simply have to make sure each of those condoms is used by five PM on Friday." Susan gulped as she realized that meant she would have to be fucked by 72 men over the next four days.
"There are a few restrictions," Krutz added, and Susan couldn't help but roll her eyes. "First, each condom must be used by you. In order words, inside of you. I don't care which orifice you choose to offer. Second, they must only be used by the same person once. No getting your favorite guy to screw you 72 times. You will have a small card reader and each person must scan their ID card to prove uniqueness."
Susan nodded and said, "Sir, what happens if I am not successful?"
Krutz looked down at her. "Do you remember the automatic whipping machine?" Susan remembered it well and a look of fear crossed her face, which cause a small smile to cross the headmaster's. "You will spent the entire next weekend impaled on a metal pole with a pair of whipping machines positioned against your body. One on your ass and one on your tits. Does 48 hours being repeatedly whipped with vibrator in your vagina sound fun?"
That did not sound fun at all to Susan. She rose to her feet and walked out of the office, the condom necklace bouncing against her chest. Susan did the math quickly. Seventy two guys over four days meant averaging being fucked 18 times a day. If she wanted to sleep, that meant more than one-and-a-half guys per hour.
Susan knew where she had to go first. Her experience yesterday told her the athletes would be her first option. Her ex-boyfriend Kyle, the captain of the football team, would be coming out of their morning walk-through right about now. It wouldn't take much effort for Kyle to round up his friends on the football team. She headed quickly towards the football locker room and saw Kyle heading in from the practice field. "Hey, Kyle, can I talk to you for a minute?" Kyle turned around and saw his former girlfriend standing before him naked with the string of condoms around her neck. He smiled broadly.
