Chapter 4.
They weren’t stopping. Another was fucking her and she kept on having orgasms. The girl was laughing again and Debbie realized the girl was joking with a boyfriend.
Debbie was so tired and her jaw hurt and she was having trouble opening one eye. It was stuck shut. She was screaming but nothing was coming out, she’d lost her voice. When the guy was done she shuddered through an orgasm before collapsing on the floor.
“You know,” she heard John saying, “you keep her like this long enough she’ll flunk out of school. I already have a couple of party girls so what you do with this one is up to you. But if I were you I’d tone it down a bit, let her attend classes, do her homework, and pretty much keep partying for the weekends. She flunks out she’ll go back home and you’ve lost sweets. There are limits, you know.”
“Just seeing what she can do.”
“No problem. Sweets is a fun toy, a beautiful girl. Why she wasn’t taken I have no idea. But there are limits, you know.”
Someone rolled her onto her back and fell onto her. He fumbled for a minute until he found a hole and then he shoved into it.
She tried to scream.
”That’s her ass,” the girl said.
“I can’t tell the difference,” the guy said.
“Maybe drier?”
“I guess so.” He kept fucking anyway.
“She already walks funny,” the girl said. “Change holes.”
The guy was looking at her as he thrust. “No, she’s okay.”
It hurt and she had another orgasm.
“What did you do to her?” the girl asked.
Debbie found she was fucking back. She tried to talk.
“It’s pretty technical,” John said. “Why, you want to be a party girl?”
“Not a party girl, but I wouldn’t mind having orgasms like that doing normal stuff.”
“Right now the two go together, mindless slut and awesome orgasms, but I’ll think about it. That might be a way to monetize my project.”
The guy thrust deep into her and she tried to scream as she convulsed beneath him. He finished and got off her, kneeling to catch his breath. “She’s a hot fuck still.”
“I think we’ll stop there,” Tim said.
“Good idea,” John said. “Look at her. Still having an orgasm.”
She woke up outside, lying on the grass and someone was hosing her off. She was able to open both eyes, saw a group of people standing around her watching.
Tim said, “Roll over.”
She rolled onto her stomach and let the fast flow of water stroke her body. She was tired and sore. She could barely keep her eyes open.
She woke to him saying, “Clean enough.” The water stopped and after a while everyone left. She slept.
Chapter 5.
She woke and it was night. She was on her side and felt chilled. Her skin was dry but the grass was still wet.
“Think you can make it back to your dorm?” A girl’s voice.
She sat up and looked over. A girl sat on a brick planter.
“Need some help?”
“Thank you.” Debbie’s voice came out as a whisper. “Where am I?” Debbie sat up. She hurt all over.
“Dennison. You know where that is?”
Debbie nodded. “I’m in Clayton.”
“One of the old dorms, I know where that is. Tim your boyfriend?”
“Was.” Still a whisper, but the girl seemed to be able to hear her.
”That’s funny. I thought you were doing what you were doing to please him.”
“I had to.” She tried to stand, steadied herself and rose.
“I’ve never seen a woman have sex with so many for so long.”
“How long?”
“They said eight days. I was only around watching since noon today. You couldn’t have done that for eight days.”
“I feel awful.”
“Clayton’s that way. You’re headed wrong.”
Debbie felt the girl’s hands turn her. “Okay.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
“What day is this?”
“The third.”
“Shit.” She tried to do the math, couldn’t. “This is November?”
“November third.”
“I missed a week of classes.”
“This way.” The girl turned her. “So you just go crazy or what?”
“He makes me do it.”
“Tim looks like he’s pretty lazy. I can’t see him making anyone do anything.”
“He says something and I have to.”
“Like what could he say that would make you go full on slut?”
“There are words, commands.”
“You need to rest? We’re halfway there.”
“I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Like what? What words?”
“I can’t say them.”
“Because why?”
“Then I become her.”
“I’m not sure I believe you. Doesn’t matter, though, does it? We’re almost there. What floor are you on?”
“Third.”
“Room?”
“Thirty-seven.”
“I think we need to sit for a minute or two before tackling the dorm.”
They sat on a planter near the dorm door.
“So Tim’s not your boyfriend anymore?”
“No.”
“That’s good. I think I’d stay away from him, if I were you.”
Debbie turned and looked at the girl. Under the lights she recognized her, the laughing girl in the room. “I’d like to stay away from him but I can’t.”
“Doesn’t it bother you to walk across campus naked like that? I mean if you were a pumper I could understand, but you’re not.”
Debbie shook her head, no.
“Not a pumper? Just naked like one, right?”
No. Not again. She stood and felt that tingle between her legs. “I like to party. Do you know where there’s a party?”
“I think there’s one on the second floor. Ask around, you’ll find it.”
Debbie started toward the dorm’s door.
“Hey, sweets.”
Debbie turned.
“Stay away from Tim, hear? He’s my boyfriend, you crazy slut.” The girl started to laugh and Debbie smiled back. “The party’s on the second floor.”
Each step Debbie took toward the door she needed it more and more, to be filled. She got the door open and stumbled into the entry by the stairs. Two men were there so she asked them first, where the party was.
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Chapters 1, 2 and 3 | Chapters 4 and 5 | Chapters 6 and 7
Chapters 8 and 9 | Chapters 10 and 11 | Chapters 12 and 13
Chapters 14 and 15 | Chapters 16 and 17 | Chapters 18 and 19