A short break to re-load the camera while Stacy stood, panting slightly, in front of the lights. She was naked from the previous stripping, save only for the leather, high-heeled boots. Neil came over and played with her sweaty tits until it was time for a new outfit.
Stacy fought hard not to respond…
Finally, it was over.
Stacy stood, drained and sweaty in the last outfit she had modelled, a tight, pink rubber dress which left bare as much as it concealed. It was cut low on her neckline, leaving her chest bare down to the upper curve of her tits (at one point in the session, she had been ordered to pop her tits out of the dress, but they were re-covered now). The dress also left her arms exposed up to the shoulder, and only covered her upper thighs down to just below her crotch. Her legs were clearly displayed, taut and sleek in the black pumps. Sharon had done her hair up in a tight bun, giving her a severe, sexy look.
Neil slipped behind her, reached around and began playing with her breasts through the thin rubber as Gary and Sharon clicked off the lights and began storing the film. Involuntarily, Stacy moaned, but didn’t pull away. Her nipples hardened and a trickle of sweat dribbled down between her breasts as they strained against the latex. Neil began kissing her neck.
Gary looked over and smiled. Stacy’s eyes were closed and her mouth slightly parted as she leaned back to accept Neil’s attentions. Her body was clearly beginning to respond. This seemed like a good time to bring up…
"Oh, Stacy." Stacy opened up her eyes and stiffened, remembering where she was.
"I heard that Barry Packard asked you out last a little while ago and you refused. Is that true?"
Stacy bit her lip apprehensively, but nodded. She recognized the tone of voice Gary was using; something bad was going to happen. Behind her, Neil reached down with one hand and began massaging her pussy through the latex dress. The other hand continued to fondle her tits. Subconsciously, she began to squirm back against him.
"Well," Gary continued, "from now on, there’ll no more of that. If one of your lovers wants a re-match, you agree to it."
"What?!" Stacy tried to move forward, but Neil held her tight. "What are you talking about?" Neil popped one of her breasts out from the dress and began teasing the nipple. Stacy tried to ignore it.
"That wasn’t a rule."
"It’s a new rule," Sharon told her, grinning. "From now on, once a guy’s fucked you, you can’t say no to him until you’ve finished all sixty-five."
Stacy’s features began to quiver. She had resolved not to cry, but this was too much. A tear trickled down her cheek as she considered the implications of what was being said.
"B-but… there’ll be no end of it. I’ll have to do it all the time." Her mind, now cloudy with lust, struggled to find objections.
"When am I supposed to study or do other things? There are exams coming up!"
Sharon laughed outright at that. Stacy had just been told that she had to agree to fuck almost any guy that asked, and she was complaining about not being able to study for exams!
"Don’t worry about the exams," Gary told her. "We’ll get you the test papers ahead of time. Hell, we’ll even do it for free this time." The three of them laughed as Stacy began to cry in earnest.
"Besides," Gary continued, "it’s not all bad news. We’ve decided to let you earn some pocket money while you’re doing it."
"What?"
"From now on, you charge five bucks for a repeat fuck."
Stacy looked at him in horror.
"The first one’s free, but repeat service costs five bucks." He looked over at Neil. "Except," he continued, "for Neil, of course. He gets it for free."
If possible, Stacy’s sobs became louder. No matter how bad things became, they always managed to make them a little worse. Or a lot worse!
Gary and Sharon continued packing up as Neil slipped his hand under the short dress and began to play with her pussy directly. Stacy shuddered and then relaxed back into his chest, defeated. There was no use resisting it. She began to pant as Neil pushed his middle finger into her now-moist cunt.
When Gary and Sharon finally left the room, she was sitting on top of Neil’s erection, riding it up and down, the pink dress bunched up around her waist.
Stacy was slumped forward on the desk. Her head was cradled sideways in her arms, spilling blonde hair in waves out over the wooden desktop. Outside the closed office door, the grade eight students she was supposed to be supervising were yelling and running about, her usually well-structured Recreation course having dissolved into chaos in her absence.
She didn’t care. She was too tired to care. She hadn’t even changed into her usual gym outfit for the class, instead just stumbling around the gymnasium in her green tweed dress, barely getting the class started before retreating to the office. She just didn’t care anymore.
Last night she had attended Ashley’s Christmas party and, in the course of the evening, had managed to have sex with four different guys: two blowjobs and two fucks. Actually, it had been five guys, but one of them had turned out not to be a student at Greenwood, and Stacy no longer counted the non-students. That brought her total up to twenty: twenty different guys, and twenty shiny "F"s on her imprisoned wrist. Only forty-five more to go. Only! Her pussy ached at the thought.
As was happening so often these days, Stacy found herself fighting back the urge to cry. How had she fallen into this trap? How had such a little thing as cheating on a math test led her into the kind of life she was now leading? Looking back, she could see how Gary - it must have been Gary; Neil wasn’t anywhere near smart or subtle enough to plan this sort of thing - had slowly escalated the incidents of blackmail and humiliation until all her options had disappeared. Even now, if it had just been the original session at Neil’s, she might be tempted to rebel - perhaps even turn to the police - but Gary had since then taken it even further. Now, there were the pictures taken at the photography studio and the awful video-tape of that night at BCN, where Sharon had turned her into a whore! Sharon had shown the tape to her the day after the photo session. How could anyone believe her story after seeing her enjoying herself so much? She could barely believe it herself. What had happened to her? Sex was usually so degrading and painful; why had it felt so good? Still, whatever the reason, there was no way out; no one would believe her now.
So, she took the path of least resistance, and did what they wanted.
It had been three days since the session at the photography studio, and she was unable to get it out of her mind. It was not just the fact that the pictures had been taken. That was terrible enough, and she was thoroughly frightened about what would be done with the resulting photographs. Gary had told her that they were just for "personal use" (whatever that meant), but how could she trust him? It was not just the fact that she could no longer refuse to have sex with the guys she had already fucked; that was bad, but she thought she could control matters so that very few of them invited her out again. As long as it was kept quiet, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. It was not even the sex with Neil; he had fucked her a number of times already, and it was getting to be almost routine.
What frightened her about the session in the studio was the way she had responded to the situation, and, later, to Neil. By the time he had pushed up her dress and forced her to impale herself upon his rigid cock, she had been so excited that she had experienced an orgasm within seconds of penetration. In the fucking that followed, she had cum twice more, moaning and squirming like some kind of slut-bitch on Neil’s cock.