When the other frat boys got back from Thanksgiving break, they were pleasantly surprised by Carol's... development.
Just as Adam and Ryan had planned, being sexually dominated all week had unlocked new depths of submission in Carol. After being the free-use slut for the three boys all week, sexual degradation had begun to feel natural to her. Not to mention the fact that her libido had been supercharged by being used as a slut. So when the boys returned and Carol found herself surrounded by eager, tempting cocks... all of the previous red lines and boundaries she had set up controlling her sexual encounters with the frat boys went out the window.
When the water for the downstairs shower mysteriously stopped working as well, Carol barely seemed phased. The rest of the residents in the house used the communal showers, so why couldn't she? She dimly remembered that the idea of showering with crowds of naked, burly men had once frightened her, but she could no longer imagine why. It just sounded like so much fun!
Certain shower times became very popular and crowded. Carol barely had to do any work herself anymore: she always had a bunch of boys willing to help her wash every inch of her body. All of her showers began devolving into a forest of strong, soapy hands scrubbing every curve of her body, while she bit her lip and drowned in the ecstasy of the frat brothers' attentive care. She was happy to help them as well, although they usually only wanted her to wash one particular piece of their anatomy. Sometimes her showers made her late to class. After all, she had to spend a long time every morning on her knees in the middle of the showers, making sure all of the frat boys' cocks were clean as a whistle. Not to mention the fact that she often needed to wash herself again after she finished her cleaning duties to rinse away the cum covering her face and tits.
Even time alone in her room had become sexually charged. Carol's relationship with Brady had changed completely ever since she called him and sent him that first teasing picture. The sweet pushover she thought she knew disappeared completely once Brady realized what a pathetic slut she truly was. Carol spent hours each night taking perfect pictures of her pussy and tits to please her new long-distance dom. They had frequent, filthy phone sex as well, and Carol had begun shivering with anticipation when Brady described in detail what he planned to do to her when he finally found the time to visit.
Carol also became the star attraction of parties at the frat house. Not that she did much socializing... Carol was too busy behind the glory hole for that. The signature wall became a crazy nest of overlapping scribbles as Carol's previous habit of six or seven cocks a party turned into hours-long marathons where almost every guest was satisfied. And each and every load when straight down her throat: the boys were very clear with their ditzy little house slut that spitting out the cum of their guests would be terribly rude. Carol had to stop eating on party nights, otherwise her belly just wouldn't have enough room.
Finally, one night Carol just couldn't help herself. She was particularly horny, because Brady had ordered her not to cum in their phone sex session right before the party. And while sucking cock was definitely fun... it just wouldn't scratch the itch that Carol had at this particular moment. Carol's mind raced as her lips bobbed up and down the anonymous dick and her fingers rubbed and teased her aching pussy. She needed to get fucked. Badly.
She could finish up in the glory hole and go find a frat boy to fuck. But why wait? She had a cock right here... hard and ready... Just when she wanted one the most. She was sure that the man on the other side of the door would have no complaints about the change of plans.
The party guest grunted in surprise, then began thrusting into the hole with a grin on his face. "Looks like this glory hole just became full-service, boys!" He whooped, making the crowd roar with cheers and whistles and laughter. From then on, the glory hole party slut didn't just offer blowjob service. Carol's belly was a lot less full on party nights after that, but in exchange, she ended every party with her pussy dripping the sperm of a dozen men.
The upgrade to Carol's glory hole services inspired Ryan to upgrade the signature wall as well. Now any time that a frat boy claimed Carol's pussy, he was entitled to sign his name somewhere on her body in Sharpie. Carol still wasn't fucking every guy in all situations. In her own pathetic way, she was still trying to have standards. But those standards slipped further and further every day as her insatiable sexual appetite made her crave more and more cock.
If a frat boy had a special occasion or achievement, Carol felt like it was totally fine to let him have her pussy as a special treat. But the achievements and occasions that qualified became less and less impressive as Carol grew hornier and sluttier. What began as a special birthday treat turned into submissive fuck sessions as a reward to the winners of beer pong.
The boys started using Carol's body as a gambling reward for sports games, and the thought of being passed around so freely and casually turned Carol on so much that she couldn't say no.
The permanent marker faded from her skin over time, but she was collecting signatures on her body faster than she could wash them away. Most of the boys were kind enough to sign in areas even her skimpy clothes would cover, but not all of them. Adam in particular enjoyed marking her in ways that other people would see, and due to Carol's now-daily anal domination by Adam's cock, her skin was filling up with his signature.
But one name that didn't show up on her skin was Tory. Despite how far Carol had come since losing her virginity to him, they still had sex on a nightly basis. Well, nearly nightly. Carol was just so busy with all the sexual demands on her lately that sometimes she couldn't make the time. In any case, Tory wasn't interested in signing her. Carol suspected he was trying to make some point about respecting her or something. Carol told him that he was being silly, but saw no reason to force him to sign if he didn't want to.
She liked Tory. What they shared that last night of break was special. And sex with him still felt amazing. Sometimes Carol wondered how it would be to focus on one man in particular, and when she thought along those lines, Tory was the first to jump to mind. For a while, she even considered sharing her feelings with Tory, and finding out if he felt something special between them too.
But then, one night, Carol received a message from the divine that gave her pause. A message that made her rethink her whole strange relationship with Tory.
...
Carol stared at her mirror in numb shock, absorbing the new message from the divine reluctantly.
"Beware the Eclipse. In her abundance of love, the moon can swallow the sun. Great danger lies in this path. Extinguish not the black sun."
The message was disappointing, but clear. Despite how good it felt to be with Tory, there was some sort of hidden spiritual danger lurking that could harm him. By getting closer to him, by allowing herself to explore the deeper yearnings she had begun to feel, Carol could be leading him into greater danger.
Carol set her jaw and sighed deeply, turning away from the heartbreaking message from the Divine.
She would probably be safe maintaining the casual sexual relationship they had already, but Carol would have to avoid deeper ties with Tory.
For his sake.
...
Tory frowned, checking the time on his phone again. He never forced Carol to meet with him, and he understood if she couldn't always make it to their rendezvous, but she usually warned him if she wouldn't be there. It figured that things would come to this: Carol felt like she had been growing distant lately.
Tory felt slightly disappointed with how things had gone between them since Thanksgiving. That final night had felt magical. Electrifying. But when the other boys came back, Carol threw herself completely into being the frat house's submissive slut, and Tory just sort of faded into the background. They still had a connection when they were together, but they were meeting less and less often these days.
Tory decided to go downstairs and find something to eat since sex clearly wasn't on the table. Maybe he should even go through the contacts on his phone... Carol obviously had no intentions of being exclusive, so Tory didn't see why he should limit himself. He was shaken out of his glum thoughts as he came down the stairs by some sort of commotion going on in the living room. That was weird. No one had told him there was going to be a party tonight...
