Wet Witch Of The West Pt 02

Tory looked up from his book to see Carol standing in her doorway, wearing a worried frown and nothing else.

He rejoiced internally. The little test he had set up was working. He smiled and asked innocently, "Hey Carol, what's up?"

Carol didn't look him in the eye, fidgeting with her charm bracelet as she nervously said, "I j-just wanted to make sure everything is OK. I got up to my room after my shower, and you... well, I mean, normally we..." She still had trouble talking about their new daily ritual, but her body broadcast the direction of her thoughts, her nipples tightening and crinkling at whatever was running through her mind. "I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong," she finished lamely.

"Nothing's wrong," said Tory lightly, leaning back in bed with his arms behind his head. "I just felt a little bad for pushing you around so much and making you suck my cock. I thought I would give you a break."

Carol pursed her lips and swiveled bashfully on one foot, making her firm tits sway temptingly. "Oh. Ummmm, I d-don't really... I don't really mind, Tory," she shamefully murmured, her face turning red. "I know you like it, and I want to make you happy, so, well... you can come to my room after my shower every day. I-if you want."

"That's really why you want to suck my cock every day?" teased Tory with raised eyebrows. "Because you love doing favors for me so much?"

"I, I..." stuttered the red-faced RA.

"If you're honest about what you want, maybe you'll get it, Miss Moehn," said Tory with a smirk.

Carol looked back and forth down the hall behind her with a frustrated, embarassed expression before leaning forward and whispering heatedly, "I fucking like it, ok? I like sucking your dick. It turns me on when you push me around a little. Is that what you wanted to hear? Now do you want my lips wrapped around your cock or do you want to keep playing games?"

Tory chuckled. "Oof, touchy today! Get in here then. Close the door behind you."

Carol, despite just admitting that his commands turned her on, grimaced as she obeyed, clicking the door shut behind her and climbing onto the bed. Her lovely breasts swayed beneath her and her wide hips wiggled with her movement as she crawled over to lay her head in Tory's lap.

Tory looked down with deep satisfaction as Carol's fingers, fumbling with needy haste, unzipped his jeans. In moments, she had tugged his jeans and boxers down his hips and slipped her soft lips around the head of Tory's cock, her tongue swirling and writhing, tasting every inch of him. Practice had already greatly improved her technique: Carol was well on her way to becoming an expert cocksucker.

Tory stared down into Carol's eyes. The passionate eye contact was one of his favorite parts of their sessions. But today, Carol's eyebrows furrowed and she refused to meet his gaze, even as she ran her tongue with slavish devotion up and down his cock. She was probably upset by Tory's teasing just now. Well, Carol was going to have to confront how much of a submissive slut she had become at some point.

Tory knew just what to do to make Carol forget her feelings of degradation and shame for a while. Tory rested his hands on the back of Carol's head, tangling his fingers through her soft curls. Now her icy blue eyes flashed up at him, still carrying the hurt from his teasing, but also lighting up with lust as she realized what he wanted. Tory just gently rested his hands for a moment, giving Carol a pleading grin.

Tory wanted to dominate Carol, but in this delicate moment where she felt a little hurt, he didn't want to push things too far. He waited, leaving the moment open for Carol to choose. After a moment of hesitation, Carol accepted Tory's offer, withdrawing her hands from his thighs. She held one hand behind her back and the other trailed down her body to play with her pussy. She looked up at him, her expression growing calm. Carol had submitted: her mouth was Tory's to dominate.

Tory began to move Carol's head up and down his cock, slowly at first, then with greater and greater speed, making wet, obscene noises as his cock plundered her sweet mouth. Carol's eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations of her degrading face-fuck while her hand worked steadily and firmly between her legs.

Tory and Carol had discovered that they were deeply sexually compatible, and Tory couldn't believe how amazing the past few weeks had been.

Of course, Carol's pussy was still strictly off-limits to anything other than his fingers. She had made that very clear. More than once. But other than that, Carol had made stunning progress in accepting a submissive sexual relationship with Tory. And the new sexual frontiers she was exploring with Tory had loosened her up around the other brothers as well. Carol was far less concerned with men seeing her pussy now that she routinely allowed Tory to finger her, and it seemed like she was more often naked than not around the house these days. Now that her lips and fingers were pleasuring Tory on a daily basis, a little over-the-pants rubbing of the other frat brothers didn't seem to be a big deal to her anymore to her either. She had become so skilled at rubbing and manipulating cocks through fabric that she could make the brothers cum in minutes, even through denim.

But the other brothers were getting restless. Adam in particular seemed to be in a foul mood over the apparently stalled progress: no one else but Ryan suspected how far Tory had gotten with Carol.

It would be time to take things to the next level soon, thought Tory as he began thrusting his cock faster and deeper into Carol's submissive mouth.

Not just for the boys in general, but for their private sessions as well.

...

"Handjobs. Maybe blowjobs too," said Adam bluntly, his bright green eyes holding Tory in a flat glare. "It's the obvious next step."

Tory kept his face carefully blank. Did Adam suspect something? The tall, dark frat brother seemed like he had a chip on his shoulder lately. But, no matter how pissy Adam got, Tory wasn't ready to extend his special privileges to the rest of the boys. Not quite yet.

"I have a better idea," said Tory confidently. "Now that Carol has lost control of the house, we can finally throw a big party, right?"

Adam narrowed his eyes but looked reluctantly intrigued. "Right. So what?"

"Well, right now, Carol has become a submissive slut, but only while she's here at the house, right? When she goes out to classes and stuff, she is still the same old boring Carol. What good is having a woman as a pet if you can't show her off?" asked Tory in his best salesman voice.

"You're saying..." said Adam, the corners of his lips quirking up despite himself.

"Uh-huh. It's about time that little Miss Moehn graduated from private slut to public slut. And I think Halloween is the perfect opportunity."

...

When she got the divine message this time, Carol practically jumped up and down in excitement. Her energy transfer mission had been pleasurable, and she had learned a lot about herself and her femininity, but it could be embarassing at times to submit to the eyes and hands of an entire house of men. This new mission promised to be much more empowering.

"Chosen one. You shall embody Venus, the Goddess of Love, on Samhain, the most sacred night of the year. Bring love to this crude and barbaric place." The image showed a woman with long flowing hair, surrounded by hearts.

A Goddess. Carol could picture it clearly: descending the stairs to the Halloween party the boys were planning, glowing, regal, and finally respected as the Goddess she was.

Carol was a huge fan of ancient mythology. She had always believed that the ancients knew secrets far deeper and truer than those of modern religions. It was true that Carol had never identified with Venus in the past: after all, she had shunned all sexual activity for so long, and sex was Venus's domain. But embodying the Goddess of love made total sense considering the goals of the divine in this sacred place. Who better to use the power of female sexuality to purify the polluting male energy?

What would she wear? Everyone would be in costume, so anything she chose would fit in easily. Well, roses were a symbol of Venus, so she could easily thread some of those through her hair.

As for the rest, she could wear a toga. That would definitely give the impression of a Roman God... Something felt a little off about that, but Carol didn't worry too much about it. She had plenty of time to figure out the exact details of her costume next week.

Carol was so excited to become the Goddess of love that a wicked idea occurred to her. She looked down with speculative eyes and ran her fingers through her short-trimmed pubic hair. She had always kept everything neat and tidy down there, even before she had started showing off her body. But recently Ryan had been half-jokingly suggesting that she should get a little more... artistic.

The idea suddenly appealed to her. A cute little secret beneath her toga that would really mark her as the Goddess of love. Why not? It was her body. It would help get her in the mood, and suddenly the idea of shaping her pubic hair that way felt fun and kinky in the best possible way.

With an excited grin, Carol retrieved her razor and shaving gel and began shaping the first part of her costume in the mirror.

...

Adam looked on with a wolfish grin as the power tool buzzed and sprayed sawdust. With a clatter, a perfectly circular piece of wood fell to the garage floor.

"There we go..." said Dave with satisfaction, running his fingers around the smooth hole cut through the door. "Now I just need to make a little cover for this and boom. We've got ourselves a gloryhole."

"Perfect," said Adam smugly, "Thanks man. I'll make sure you get a good place in line when we break this in at the party." Adam still hadn't forgotten the way Dave had insulted him a few weeks ago, but he has to admit that the dull ox had his uses.

Dave laughed. "Break this in? I thought this was a joke, dude. All the sorority girls at the party will look at us like scum if we even suggest it. Normal girls don't use gloryholes. Just, like, swinging couples and total sluts."

"Well, it's a good thing our frat has a house slut, then," said Adam, walking forward to survey Dave's handiwork.

Dave snorted, "Ok, fair point. But everybody knows Carol doesn't do mouth stuff."

"Yet," said Adam darkly, checking the edge of the hole for splinters.

Tory thought he was so clever. So sneaky. Adam had caught on almost from the start. That selfish prick thought he could conquer Carol and claim her all for himself. Adam would show him that their pet slut was public property.

"Ok, ok Mr. Ambitious," said Dave, chuckling in amusement. He selected some tools to make a cover for the obvious hole in the door on his workbench. "I mean, I know Carol is a slut, but you really think she would use a gloryhole in public with an entire party watching?"

"Yeah," said Adam, his fierce green eyes rising from the gloryhole to stare at Dave, "That's exactly what I think."

...

Carol stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was gorgeous tonight: long flowing brunette curls with roses pinned artfully throughout.

She also had on a brilliant white toga, just short enough to give a little peek of her thighs. The costume was sexy and fashionable enough to blend in with whatever the sorority girls would be wearing. People wouldn't even know that this was no mere costume: Carol would be channeling and acting as an earthly avatar of Venus herself.

So why was Carol so dissatisfied with how she looked?

"Love the hair."

Carol whirled to see Tory behind her, leaning in her door frame with a cool, weighing expression on his face.

"And the outfit?" prompted Carol, spinning a little to show off her flowy white garment.

Tory sighed, grimaced, and said, "Honestly, I feel like the outfit is a bit of a copout."

Carol's smile froze and slid off her face. "What? What do you mean?"

Tory shook his head. "Come on Carol. I thought you were supposed to be the expert on the divine. When they show Venus in statues and paintings, is she wearing a fucking toga?"

Carol's mouth fell open as she stared at Tory, her mind trying to catch up. Before she could think of a response, Tory winked and turned to head for the stairs, calling over his shoulder, "Food for thought, Carol!"

Carol turned back toward the mirror. Tory was absolutely right, of course. When Venus was shown in artwork, she wasn't wearing a toga.

With numb fingers, Carol slipped the strap of the toga off of one smooth, pale shoulder.

In fact, in most artwork, Venus was wearing...

...

Carol could feel her pulse in her temples, in her throat, in her hard nipples, and even in her pussy, so fast and strong it felt more like a thrumming vibration than separate heartbeats. Terror bubbled up from deep inside her mixed with deep, twisted arousal.

This was insane. Wrong on so many levels. There were people in the house from a half dozen different frats and sororities tonight. All strangers. People who didn't know Carol, or realize the depths she had sunk to.

But if she went through with this, they would know her. Carol would become famous to everyone in the Greek system, if not everyone on the campus.

She would be that girl that went to a Halloween party completely naked.

Carol stood at the top of the stairs, her deep hitching breaths making her tits bounce and shake as she built up her courage for the insane action she was going to take in the service of the divine. She was Venus. The Goddess of love and sex. Venus would be turned on by appearing naked in front of a crowd. She wouldn't be scared. Goddesses have nothing to be afraid of.

A true Goddess would have nothing to be embarrassed about from some mere mortals seeing her perfect body.

Her legs trembling, Carol took her first step down the stairs. Then her second. She could hear the murmur of the crowd below her on the ground floor. Carol gripped the banister tight and made her way down, feeling herself become slick and hot between her legs. She had to chase that feeling of arousal. This was a positive thing she was doing, a joyful thing. Not something humiliating.

But as she finally descended into view on the last flight of stairs, that optimistic fiction evaporated instantly. A sorority girl caught sight of Carol's nude form first, loudly saying "Oh My God!" with a mixture of amusement and disgust, making everyone near her turn and look. Awareness of Carol's "costume" rippled rapidly through the crowd, and the assembled party guests went silent, turning to watch as Carol padded softly down the stairs.

Carol knew even when that first stranger's eyes hit her that she was no Godess. Not in her heart. She was a human woman. A human woman exposing herself to a crowd of strangers with hard, aroused nipples and a pussy that was already beginning to overflow and drip down her thighs. A pervert.

Carol cursed herself for giving in to temptation and shaving her pubic hair into a cute heart shape. At the time, she thought it would be a naughty little secret beneath her toga. Now it was an obscene signal on her body: a clear sign that she wanted to be seen, that she was trying to draw the eyes of the crowd to her pussy. It marked her as exactly what the crowd thought she was: a horny exhibitionist slut.

Carol had become desensitized to public nudity over the past few weeks, but the attention of these new strangers brought back all of the raw, terrifying, erotic feelings in a fresh new way. The submissive act of allowing these superior, clothed people to view her most private places. The knowledge that she had become something lesser in their eyes, a sexual object. The burning feeling of having all of her secrets revealed, while getting nothing but scorn in return. The shameful, desperate feeling of craving her own humiliation, of wanting them to see more.

The eyes of the women in the crowd were varied. Some were amused, some disgusted, some pitying, in a patronizing way. A surprising number of female eyes were alight with interest, tracing the curves of her body with a speculative gleam.

But the eyes of the men were all the same. Hungry and burning with a deep lust for the silly little slut who was foolish enough to present herself to them.

The crowd pulled back as Carol finally reached the bottom of the stairs, almost as red as the roses in her shining hair. She looked around desperately, trying to think of something to say that would break the unbearable atmosphere of sexual mockery that lay heavy in the air. But there was nothing. Nothing to do but try to stop herself from visibly cringing as the crowd viewed her naked body with smirks and sneers.

After a few moments, Carol couldn't take the suffocating tension any longer. She had to escape. Maybe if she just pretended everything was normal, the other party guests would go along with it.

Despite the crushing shame and vulnerability she felt, the divine had been clear: tonight, Carol was a Goddess. She had to remember that, even if she felt weak and pathetic at this moment, she had strength and power.

Carol tried to hold her head high and moved forward on trembling legs. The crowd gave her space as she walked toward the dining room. Her movement seemed to finally break the spell of stunned silence among the crowd of strangers, but in many ways breaking the tense silence made things even worse.

Giggles and whispers and scoffs swirled around Carol as she made her way through the crowd. She heard "slut" and "hilarious" and "juicy fucking ass" in the whispered conversation, but never heard the words "powerful" or "Goddess" once.

The crowd trailed after her as she went, and conversations died as new party guests saw her. As she encountered familiar frat boys, they wore expressions of pride and excitement, elbowing their friends and pointing out her shameful nudity. Carol realized she was being displayed, shown off as a trophy: "Look, there she is, our pet slut!".

The divine was sorely testing her with this assignment: Carol felt utterly debased and humiliated by the amused, disbelieving stares of the aroused strangers surrounding her.

After what felt like a lifetime of moving in a bubble through the mocking crowd, Carol finally made it to the dining room. Adam was there, setting up red plastic cups on the table. He looked up with a wolfish grin when he saw Carol enter the room; nude, blushing, and trembling with mortified arousal.

"Ah, Carol! Just in time. We just set up for beer pong. Let's play, you and me!" he said forcefully as the rest of the crowd in the room gawped at Carol's nudity. Strangely, Adam didn't seem to be surprised at all by seeing her naked at a public party, his face was alight with pleasure and interest, but there was no shock in his eyes.

"Ummm, n-no thanks Adam, I think I'll just watch," said Carol, her voice breaking slightly with nerves. Adam had just used her name in front of everyone in the dining room. Any slim hope of being an anonymous mystery woman was fast disappearing.

"Awww, c'mon, Carol!" chided Adam theatrically, playing to the crowd, "This is a party. Play with me! What do you think, everyone? Should Carol loosen up a little and have some fun?"

The crowd, silent and staring just a moment before, cheered and roared, demanding Carol's participation. Carol could feel them pressing forward from behind her, eager to see the spectacle of her game with Adam. Adam stared at her with his blazing green eyes: sexy, dangerous, and compelling. "What do you say, Carol?" he asked with a smirk.

Carol's eyes darted around, focusing on the bright, mocking eyes of the crowd. She didn't want to put herself at the center of attention, but it seemed like there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Even if she didn't play, all eyes would be on her anyway. Her face burning, aroused and ashamed and intimidated, Carol nodded her head, taking her place across the table from Adam.