Wet Witch Of The West Pt 03

"I got you something," murmured Tory. He ran his thumb over the small velvet jewelry box, feeling a little silly.

Carol looked up at Tory with a puzzled smile, and rested her head on his chest. "You got me a present? I didn't think we had that kind of relationship."

Tory huffed and looked away. "Jesus, Carol. I'm trying to be nice for once. Just... here." he pushed the box into her hands.

Carol giggled at the normally-cocky president's obvious discomfort, but her eyes softened. "OK, OK. I'm sorry, I'm just teasing you, Stud." She turned the little jewelry box over in her hands, staring at it curiously.

It had been a fun month since the Halloween party. The events of that night had awakened new... hungers in Carol. She didn't bother wearing clothes around the house anymore at all, and the slutty clothes that she once used exclusively for tempting the brothers had become her normal going-out clothes. It had begun to have an effect of how her friends and acquaintances outside the house saw her, but the appreciative states from strangers on campus made the loss of respect from her friends worth it. Carol had even caught the asshole TA from her literature class staring at her tits the other day, and he hated her guts. Her comfortable bras, ripped baggy pants, and shrouding sweaters gathered dust in her closet.

Carol's intense first time at the glory hole enflamed twisted desires in her as well. Tory knew that ever since that night, Carol was now blowing Adam on a regular basis. Other brothers were slowly discovering to their delight that Carol was willing to suck anyone's cock if they were bold enough to ask. All you had to do was get Carol heated up with a make-out session, and she would be more than willing to drop to her knees for you. It wouldn't be long before word spread, and she was blowing all of the frat boys regularly.

Tory wasn't sure how to feel about Carol's spiraling fall into depravity. He clearly didn't hold an exclusive claim to Carol's sexual activity. He never had. But he had to admit that it stung a little, the way that Carol was obviously unable to resist sucking Adam's cock despite how cruelly he treated her. In the end, however, he found he could deal with it. No matter what she did with the other guys, what he and Carol had was special.

The sex that Tory and Carol had on a near-nightly basis was mind-blowing. Tory had a great deal of sexual experience, but he had never felt anything like it. It was like they were perfectly in sync. When they lay tangled together, sticky and sweaty from their sexual exertion, clinging close and basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Tory just couldn't care about what she was doing with other men. There was simply no way it could be as good as what she was doing with him.

Carol flicked open the jewelry box, and her teasing attitude drained away. She lifted the little silver charm into the light, watching it glitter. "The Venus symbol," she said in a stunned voice, "It symbolizes love, sex, and especially femininity." It was the typical circle with a cross extending from it that was used to signify "female". Carol studied Tory's face for a moment, trying to read his intentions. She had been half-joking, but she was pretty sure that fuck-buddies didn't usually buy each other jewelry. What was going on in that head of Tory's? Sometimes he acted like Carol was his personal fuck pet, sometimes like she was something more...

The symbol of Venus... it was a genuine ancient magical symbol despite its mundane modern usage, and it would fit right in among the other symbols on her bracelet. She never would have considered adding it before moving into the house, but now sexuality and feminine energy had become a major part of her beliefs.

It was a genuinely thoughtful gift, and despite its clear sexual connotation, it almost showed respect for her beliefs. Although Carol thought the idea of someone else adding a charm to her bracelet was a little strange, she appreciated the gesture.

"Thank you, Tory," she said, unclasping her bracelet and threading on the new charm.

Without warning, the door to Tory's room flew open. Adam stood in the doorway. His flashing green eyes saw them cuddled together; taking in the unclasped bracelet and the discarded jewelry box. His jaw clenched.

"Tory, Ryan and I would like a word," he said stiffly. Tory frowned, unconsciously pulling Carol closer to his side as he replied: "Can it wait?"

"No," answered Adam curtly, walking away without closing the door. Tory sighed and pulled away from Carol's embrace, finding his discarded jeans and shirt.

"Sorry," he said with a lopsided grin and a shrug. "Looks like no round two for us. Maybe later tonight?"

"Maybe," Carol said lightly, feeling a little miffed at being so summarily dismissed, "But no promises. My dance card is pretty full these days, Stud. I already promised Bailey I would let him teach me how to blow smoke rings. Amongst other things." Her eyes had a wicked gleam as she deliberately needled Tory. But he just chuckled and rose from the bed, cupping her face fondly in his rough hand before making his way out the door.

What exactly was so urgent about meeting with Adam? thought Carol with annoyance. And why was it more important than sex with her?

...

Ryan compulsively tugged on his goatee as he looked back and forth between Tory and Adam. He didn't know why it had come to this. They had a good thing going with Carol. Hell, even she was having a good time. But once again, two big dumb guys with the self-restraint of kindergarteners had to turn it into a dick-measuring contest.

"Are you fucking kidding me, dude?" asked Adam, cold and furious, his muscles straining as he tightly folded his arms. "Jewelry? The whole point of this is to turn Carol into the frat's house slut. Not for you to get a girlfriend." He laid thick, sarcastic emphasis on the last word like the very concept was laughable.

It actually surprised Ryan that it had taken Adam this long to blow up. For someone as proud and self-centered as Adam, it must be infuriating that Carol exclusively fucked Tory. No doubt Adam had been distracted by his daily blowjobs for a while, but Ryan had known for a while that this confrontation was coming.

"I can buy whatever I want for whoever I want," said Tory stubbornly. "Of course Carol isnt my girlfriend. Buttering her up is part of the plan. If Carol thinks we're trying to force her into sex, she'll start resisting. But If she's happy, she'll be willing to put out more. It's good for everybody." Tory was also to blame for this conflict, thought Ryan. It was easy to argue for the status quo when you had a privileged position, and it was clear that Tory had let his exclusive access to Carol's pussy go to his head.

Adam laughed bitterly. "Better for everyone, or just for you? So far Carol has been 'putting out' nothing but blowjobs for the rest of us, while her gift-giving sugar daddy gets to fuck her sweet little pussy every night."

Tory flushed angrily but kept his voice even as he replied, "Yeah, I meant what I said. It's better for everyone, asshole. I used to be the only one to get blowjobs, remember? And now everyone gets them. I'm breaking down her resistance over time. I won't be the only one fucking her forever."

Adam grinned. Ryan shook his head. He had to hand it to Adam, this is exactly how he told Ryan the conversation would go. "So you agree then, that we should push Carol to have sex with other people?" demanded Adam.

Tory looked taken aback. "Um, well... yeah. At some point," he said, his voice a little reluctant.

"Great," said Adam smugly, "Because Ryan and I have cooked up a little plan for our upcoming Thanksgiving break that will easily accomplish that goal."

Tory didn't look pleased, but he had just said that he agreed with the goal in theory, so he couldn't think up a convincing excuse. Tory had fallen neatly into Adam's trap, and in the process, was about to lose his sweet position as Carol's only sex partner. Ryan felt a little sorry for him, but fair was fair. Besides, Ryan had his own plans for how to have fun with Carol once she spread the love a little.

Ryan sighed in relief as he pulled the planning sketchbook from his backpack. Even though Tory wasn't happy, the confrontation could have easily turned into a physical fight, and that had been avoided. Tory grimaced down at the sketchbook as Adam ran through the plan for Thanksgiving break.

The frat president clearly wasn't happy with the plan for Thanksgiving break, but he had to understand that things wouldn't stay the same forever. Tory himself had said it: it seemed like there were no limits to what they could get Carol to do. Their training wouldn't stop until Carol was a total slut.

And it was past time to push her further down that road.

...

It had been a while since Carol had gotten a message from the divine. Long enough that she had started to believe that her mission was fulfilled. She had done everything the divine had asked of her, becoming submissive and accepting of the tainted male energies of the house, even embodying the Goddess of Sex and Love despite her previous distaste for sex.

Carol had assumed that the place of power was now in balance thanks to her efforts.

She still lit her candles and meditated, but for a month her mirror had remained clear and clean. Today was different. She found her heart pulsing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as the smoke of her candle stained the mirror.

Every time the divine had given her a mission, it had led to some new, deeper sexual humiliation. She dreaded and, on another level, yearned for whatever the spirits would require of her next.

The image was visible before the words filled in completely. It showed a woman holding up a cornucopia overflowing with fruits. As she waited for the words to become clear beneath the image, Carol tried to puzzle out the meaning of the symbolism. Was she meant to feed others her energy? Nuture them somehow?

After a few more minutes, Carol could finally read the message. "In the season of harvest, Gaia, Mother Earth herself, gives her gifts to all with bottomless generosity and selflessness. Gaia refuses no requests from the people of the earth. In this harvest season, be as giving and selfless as Gaia. Refuse no one, no matter how much they ask of you."

Unlike the last message, Carol understood this one immediately. She wished she didn't.

Up until now, Carol had been careful to draw clear boundaries with the frat boys. True, those lines had shifted over time, but it was important that limits existed, and that Carol controlled them. It ensured that, no matter how slutty Carol got, she was in control of her body and sexuality.

The message was clear. Carol was to offer herself completely to the men of the frat. She had to humbly fulfill any and all requests. And for the frat brothers, that would obviously mean degrading sex acts. The divine wanted her to have no limits at all; to be slavishly obedient to anyone and everyone during the "harvest season".

Carol bit a finger, staring into space as she thought about how far the boys might go if they knew she couldn't say no. Was the divine asking too much from her? The situation felt dangerous. Who knows what one of the horny boys might request from her in the heat of the moment? On the other hand, the sexual danger of the mission was kind of kinky... and Carol was sure that the Divine had a noble reason for giving her this command. Just because Carol couldn't see the reason from her limited perspective didn't mean it was a bad idea for Carol to utterly submit to the sexual whims of the frat. It wasn't possible for The Divine to make a mistake.

How could she give up now when she had already come so far? She was committed to The Divine for the long haul. Besides, the mission was easier than it first appeared. There were just a few days left until Thanksgiving break, then she would be headed home to spend time with her parents. Probably the worst she would have to endure was being an especially dutiful daughter and saying yes whenever her parents asked her to help with the dishes. After Thanksgiving break, it would be fair to say the "harvest season" was over, and she would be in the clear.

She just had to make it a few more days without any of the boys catching on that she had sworn to grant their every desire.

Easy.

...

Carol knelt humbly in front of the seated figure of Adam Ivanic, cursing herself for her weakness.

"You said yesterday was the last time," said Adam smugly. His massive cock towered above Carol's furious, blushing face. "But I think we both knew that was a lie."

God, Carol hated Adam. He was literally what she had pictured when she thought of how bad frat guys could be. A cruel, arrogant, bully... with a big cock. Every time she sucked his dick, Adam insisted on demeaning her and rubbing her pathetic sluttiness in her face. Every time Carol swore that she would never do it again: she just wasn't the type of girl who would allow this kind of degradation.

But despite his terrible personality( or, shamefully, maybe because of it) submitting to Adam felt twisted and wrong and hot in a way no one else could match, not even Tory. The very act of putting herself in the power of a man that she despised; a man who had no respect for her, was arousing by itself.

And that didn't even factor in the size of his cock.

It was huge. Probably too big for many women, Carol would guess. But something about having her lips dominantly stretched by a powerful cock like this fulfilled a primal need in Carol. Every day, she tried to resist going back to Adam, trying to quench her thirst for domination by sucking other cocks, and focusing on her sweet, passionate lovemaking with Tory. But that frustrating need to be truly dominated grew and grew in Carol over time, until she was desperate to feel that humiliating submission to Adam's cock again. And so, despite telling him that she would never give him a blowjob again, Carol came crawling back over and over with shameful need racing through her veins.

For over a week, Adam had used her mouth on a daily basis.

"Fuck you, Adam," Carol said. She intended it to be strong and defiant, but it came out as a weak whisper. She rose on her knees and tried to hurriedly wrap her plump lips around his cock, but Adam grabbed her chin and stopped her. Shit. This was her least favorite part.

"Say it," said Adam with a steely glint in his eyes.

Carol glared up at him with loathing and lust. "Please," she said in a voice thick with shame and arousal, "Please may I suck your superior cock..." Adam continued to stare at her with eager expectation.

"...M-master," the last word was a miserable whisper. It was wrong to call him that. Adam was just another frat boy she played with to purify his male energy. He had no ownership or control over her. None at all. But Adam had been very clear: she had to say those words exactly, or no blowjob for her. And at this point, Carol just wasn't strong enough to resist her desire to suck Adam's cock.

Sometimes she worried what would happen if the rest of the boys realized how Adam treated her behind closed doors... and how much she liked it. The idea of the other boys following Adam's example of brutal dominance made her equally terrified and aroused.

In response to Carol's humiliating request, Adam leaned back in his chair and said "Granted", watching with glee as she began dutifully worshiping his cock. Carol quickly lost her shame and hesitancy as her inner slut took over, flooding her brain with happiness now that she was in her rightful place: sucking cock on her knees.

"I actually have a favor to ask in return today," said Adam as Carol's lips kissed softly up his shaft. She regarded him suspiciously, asking "What do you want, Adam?"

"Last year there was some trouble over Thanksgiving break," explained Adam as Carol buried her face in his balls, sucking and licking them with submissive enthusiasm. "While everybody was gone, some of the rival frats broke into each other's houses and trashed them. We need some people to stay and watch the house just in case it happens again. We drew straws for it. Scooter drew a short straw, but he says he can't do it, and no one else is willing to switch with him."

Carol saw where this was going, and she didn't like it. "Why can't you just lock the place up tight? I doubt any of the other frats hate us enough to trash our house," she said irritably. She felt a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She didn't even realize how strongly she had come to identify as part of the frat.

Adam just shrugged. "We already decided that four people are going to stay over break. I want you to be one of them. Would you do that for me?"

Carol's mind raced as her lips sealed once again around Adam's cock, her other hand stealing down to rub her throbbing pussy.

This was bad. Carol's entire plan to get through this new mission safely was to escape to her parent's house so she didn't have to agree to any really bad requests. Staying here over break with three boys would make that difficult. Maybe impossible. It would only be a matter of time before one of the boys discovered that she couldn't say no to anything.

But Adam was asking her directly. If she said 'no", then escaping to her parent's house would be pointless: she would have already failed in her mission. The powerful sensation of Adam's massive cock dominating her mouth made it hard to think. She moaned in pleasure and frustration and writhed her hips up into her fingers.

She withdrew Adam's cock from her mouth with a wet pop. "I... I'll think about it," she whimpered.

"Good girl," said Adam with a grin. Then he grabbed her head and guided her back to her job; her true purpose in life: serving her master on her knees.

...

In the end, Carol had no choice She lay back on her bed, desperately trying to think of a way out of the predicament. But her mission from The Divine made things strictly black and white. She would either accept Adam's demand stay over the break, or she would fail in her mission for The Divine.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Carol took out her phone and texted Adam.

[If you need another person, I can stay over break.]

There, it was done. Carol had just set herself up for a stressful, risky Thanksgiving break. She hoped she would be able to avoid the three boys that were staying. That wouldn't be easy: Carol was certain that bored frat boys forced to stay over break in a nearly empty house would be especially interested in playing sexual games with her. And if they realized just how helpless and submissive Carol's new mission forced her to be... the thought made twisted, lustful fear lance through Carol's heart.

And shit. She had better call her parents. They were expecting to come pick her up two days from now. Carol began ringing her mom's cell while staring at herself in the mirror above her altar, looking past the smoke that spelled out her obscene mission. She was naked, which was usual for her nowadays. Getting in touch with her mom made the contrast of her former self with the slut in the mirror stark. What would her parents say if they saw how far she had fallen in service of her divine mission?

The uncomfortable feeling of disconnect with her former self intensified when her mother picked up. Carol chatted with her mother while totally nude, as if that was completely normal. She had certainly changed a lot since she had last been home. Carol had been too distracted this fall to keep in touch, and now, she thought, cringing with shame, she was going to have to break it to her parents that she wouldn't be home for Thanksgiving break either.

And she certainly couldn't explain why.