Author's Note: This is an edited version of a story I wrote and posted on Literotica in 2016.

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Chapter One

Mark was almost surprised at how happy the couple seemed. As he sat at his lunch table, he watched the guy and girl laughing and holding hands across their table. Other than watching them at lunch every day, Mark didn't know the pair. Just the previous Friday, they could hardly look at one another. Now they acted as if they were the only people in the cafeteria.

"Maybe I'm too much of a cynic," Mark thought to himself. Either way, he was glad the couple had worked things out.

Forgoing his contact lenses, Mark had spent the previous couple days wearing glasses and a baseball cap. After everything that had happened to him on Monday night, he longed for the anonymity. He also worried about the mystery girls from the movie theater. They could be in the dining room with him that very minute, sitting at the next table and joking about how they had mercilessly teased and tortured him.

The hat and glasses didn't provide much of a disguise, and Mark was well aware of this. For the time being, it was the best he could do. At least he had survived the entire day Tuesday without anyone asking him to strip naked or jerk himself off in public. By current standards, that had to be at least a minor victory. His privacy was to be short-lived, though. In just over six hours, he was to report to the sixth-floor study room and prepare for his evening with Monica.

Mark's time with Monica was to be the second of three nights he was to spend doing whatever his hosts told him to. Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, had referred to his subjugation as 'nights of service.' It was all part of an arrangement the former couple had made after Janice, Lucy's roommate, caught Mark spying on Lucy in the shower. Mark had spent Monday evening entertaining Emily, and he would finish his week on Friday with Alison. For now, he had to prepare himself for Monica, his former high-school classmate.

Ironically, most guys would have killed for an evening with Monica. She was tall with a curvy yet toned body. Her jet black hair and big blue eyes were the perfect complements to her soft tanned skin. Her face was perfectly proportioned with striking features and nary a blemish. She was so much more than beautiful, though. She was smart, driven, and carried herself with unmatched confidence. Only the boldest of men would dare proposition her. Less confident suitors wouldn't even bother.

As nervous as Mark was about his reunion with Monica, he was just as concerned about his own stepsister learning of his subservience. Mark's stepsister, Alicia was best friends with Monica's sister, Tina. Monica did promise Mark that she would never tell the two younger girls about his evenings of service. Even so, he wasn't sure he could trust Monica.

Hoping for a few extra minutes to review his notes, Mark had opted to head out of the cafeteria a little earlier than usual. Since he wouldn't have much study time after dinner, he intended to take advantage of any available time. However, just as he was about to get out of the cafeteria, he saw Brooke making her way to his table.

"Seen any good movies lately?" Brooke joked throwing her backpack on Mark's table and helping herself to a seat.

"Oh, hi." Opting against responding to her taunt, Mark continued gathering his belongings. "Sorry, but I was just leaving. I have to get to class." He started to get up from the table.

"Oh well," Brooke said. She leaned her chair back on two feet while holding onto the table's lip for balance. "You're going to want to sit down for a minute and hear me out. This is important."

"Important?" Mark stood behind his chair awaiting Brooke's explanation.

"Please," Brooke said motioning for Mark to sit back down. "I really am trying to help you."

Mark looked around the dining area as he considered Brooke's request. He still wasn't sure what the young blonde wanted from him and why she was even mixed up in his arrangement with Lucy and Janice to begin with. "I only have a minute," Mark said as he reclaimed his seat.

"Thanks for gracing me with your presence," Brooke responded waving her hands in the air sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," Mark relented. "It's just that I have to get going. You know what I'm dealing with this week, right? Well, I still have class work too."

"I do know what you're dealing with," Brooke answered sternly. "I also know you played a pretty big part in digging that hole."

"I'm sorry," Mark conceded. "Really. Please, tell me what you needed."

Brooke paused momentarily before continuing with her planned debrief. "There's something you need to know," she said. She dropped her chair back to all four feet and leaned forward across the table.

"Something else?" Mark queried. He leaned back slightly retreating from Brooke's advance.

"Yeah," Brooke answered. "It's a pretty big deal too."

Mark settled in curiously.

Brooke continued. "Remember the other day when I told you Janice would get tired of you, that she would move on to someone else?"

"I do," Mark said. "That's good. Right?"

"I guess so," Brooke returned. "It's good in a way. At the same time, do you really trust her with all those videos?"

"I don't know," Mark answered curiously. He leaned into the table. "It's not like I have much choice. Do I?"

"What if you did have a choice? Would you take it?"

"Sure. I guess so."

Brooke looked around the table to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. She extended her torso across the table toward Mark and continued with her story. "This all started with my father," Brooke said.

"Your father? What does your dad have to do with this?"

"I'm trying to tell you," Brooke continued. She explained to Mark how she had first met Janice. Brooke reminded him that Janice used to belong to a sorority but had been kicked out. It had all started a few years back when Brooke's father, a former professor, had visited the sorority house to assist a couple of students with a homework assignment.

A group of the sisters, inclusive of Janice, had agreed on a wager as to whether one of the younger girls could get the professor naked. The girl whose challenge it was to strip their teacher succeeded without much difficulty, and her exploits, of course, were all caught on video.

At first, Janice had used the video to leverage better grades for herself and her sorority sisters. Then once the girls finished the professor's class, Janice continued using the video against Brooke's father. She didn't ask for large sums of money, at least not at first. She just used the professor for her own amusement having him perform stunts such as wearing a thong to class and taking more incriminating photos of himself.

Eventually, Brooke's father had transferred to another school, and Janice moved on to harass other boys. Janice was finally kicked out of the sorority for humiliating their president's boyfriend.

Mark was shocked. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands furiously through his sandy hair. "So your father had to quit his job?"

"He did," Brooke said. "Then when Janice found out I was going to school here, she sought me out."

"You? What did she want with you?"

"She wanted me to help her find another guy," Brooke said. "Janice told me she was going to contact my father again unless she could find someone else she could 'teach a lesson to.'"

"Teach a lesson to?" Mark asked. "What does that even mean?"

"I don't know exactly," Brooke answered shaking her head. "I do know that she has a serious problem with men."

"But, I don't understand," Mark returned. "I never even met you before Janice caught me...you know."

"It wasn't supposed to be you," Brooke said. "The plan was to drill the hole in the wall and spread the word around one of the fraternities. When the frat boys showed up, Janice would record them spying on the shower."

Mark's jaw dropped open, and his eyes expanded. "How did she end up catching me, then?"

"Well, you beat the other boys to it," Brooke responded. "I never even had to tell anyone. You found the hole on your own."

Mark was flabbergasted. Somehow, he got caught up in Brooke's sting operation. "So what do we do?" he asked.

"That's why I'm here," Brooke said. "We need to get on Janice's computer and erase all of her pictures and videos. We need to get the videos of you, of my father, and of anyone else she's blackmailing."

"But how?" Mark asked. "She used her phone to take the video."

"You're the computer guy," Brooke reminded Mark. "Janice is in class now. I have the key to her room and her computer password. I was hoping you could help me."

"But if the files are on her phone..."

"They're on her computer," Brooke interrupted. "I was in her room the other day when she was organizing them. Trust me. They're all on her laptop."

"Wow," Mark replied. "So how did you get her key...her password?"

"I borrowed the key from the resident advisor's room and made a copy. I learned Janice's password by looking over her shoulder as she typed. It took a few times, but I figured it out. She uses some sort of web storage for her computer and her phone. The way she explained it, every time she takes a picture or video on her phone it automatically loads to her computer."

"When do we do this?" Mark asked. "When would we get access to her computer without her noticing?"

"Right now," Brooke insisted. "We have to go now. Janice is in class, and her computer's in her room. I checked before coming over here."

Mark didn't want to miss his next class. At the same time, he couldn't turn down a chance to get those videos. Maybe he wouldn't even have to go through with his evening with Monica. "Okay. Let's do it."

Brooke smiled widely at Mark before grabbing her bag and leading him out of the dining room. The two ran full speed back to the dorm in hopes of finding the evidence Janice was using against Mark.

As the duo darted through the lobby, Brooke nodded at another girl sitting by the front door. "She's our lookout," Brook said as she continued to move Mark toward the elevators.

Since the elevators were once again out of order, Mark and Brooke had to walk up the six flights of stairs. All the way, Mark thought through their plan in his head. He wanted to make sure he didn't leave any evidence on Janice's computer or anywhere else. This could end up being the most important computer assignment of his life.

Mark's heart raced as Brooke unlocked the door to Janice and Lucy's room. Mark felt guilty breaking into his ex-girlfriend's living area; at the same time, he wasn't going to forgo such an opportunity. Lucy would do the same thing if she were in his position. Mark was sure of it.

As promised, Brooke had Janice's computer password and was able to log right in. "Here you go," Brooke said motioning for him to sit down in front of the device. "We don't have a lot of time."

Mark started poring through Janice's files. It didn't take him long to realize that she was using cloud storage for both her computer and her phone. They would be able to access the storage, but they would need another password to do so.

Mark tried entering the same password as Janice used for her computer, but it didn't work. He keyed in a couple more variations of the same password but didn't want to risk locking the drive and notifying Janice.

"What do we do now?" Brooke asked as Mark pushed back from the laptop computer. "How do we get the files?"

"We can't," Mark insisted. "Not now at least."

Brooke threw her backpack across the room and sat down on Lucy's bed. "I can't believe this," she added. "This is such bullshit."

Mark continued to plug away on Janice's laptop. He looked for some sort of password file or application but couldn't find anything. It made sense that Janice had everything password protected. Not only did she need those files as leverage over her blackmail victims; they could also incriminate her. Blackmail is a serious crime.

"I have an idea," Mark said. He pulled the computer back to himself and started tapping at the keyboard. "I know what to do."

Brooke ran to Janice's desk and hovered over Mark. "What is it?"

Mark explained that he would download a keystroke program onto Janice's computer. It would maintain a log of every key she pressed. Whenever she typed in her password, the program would save it. They would have a record of essentially everything Janice did on her computer.

"Perfect," Brooke said giving Mark a friendly kiss on the cheek and a big hug.

"It'll take some time," Mark explained. "We would need to wait until she uses the computer and logs on her cloud drive."

In addition to the keystroke program, Mark set up a remote access application. Assuming the computer was on, Mark would be able to log into it from anywhere.

Just as Mark was closing down Janice's laptop, Brooke's phone buzzed.

"We gotta go," Brooke said looking at her text message. "Janice is on her way up here."

Mark left Brooke on the sixth floor and headed down the back stairwell. He figured it wasn't a good idea for anyone to see him hanging around with Brooke, at least not until he had the incriminating files.

As Mark rushed down the familiar stairwell, it hit him. He would still have to spend his evening doing Monica, his former high school classmate's, bidding,. Since Mark didn't have the incriminating files yet, he couldn't risk tipping Janice off. If Janice found out he was snooping around her computer, she would almost certainly use the videos against him. If that happened, Mark would be fucked.

Chapter Two

Mark had an early dinner and left the cafeteria about 6:15 that night; he didn't want to risk walking back to the dorm with Lucy, Brooke, and Janice. It was going to be a long enough night on its own without having to deal with their inconsiderate jokes and one-liners. He also wanted a few minutes to collect himself before heading to Monica's dorm room.

Mark was more nervous about his time with Monica than he had been with Emily two nights prior. As humiliating as Emily's demands had been, she didn't know him before college and would likely never see him again. Since Monica's younger sister, Tina, had been so close to Mark's own stepsister, he had a prior connection to Monica. Moreover, if Tina ever found out about what he was doing, his life as he knew it, would be over.

The sixth-floor study room's lights were off when Mark opened the door. He paused before flipping the switch. The darkness felt peaceful even if fleeting. Despite his early arrival, Monica had already set everything up for him; his punishment was ready.

Mark scanned the room and saw a neatly wrapped box on one of the tables. His stomach dropped, and his head spun as he inspected the package. The fact that Monica had gift-wrapped the box showed how committed she was to ensuring his evening was as indelibly humiliating as possible. This was in sharp contrast to Monday night when Brooke had arrived at the last minute with his skirt and cropped top.

Mark knew the gift was for him as it was wrapped beautifully with blue foil and a massive yellow bow. His and Monica's high school colors were royal blue and gold. This was Monica's way of reminding him that they went way back and that she still had ties to his hometown.

As if the gift might somehow deliver a violent electric shock, Mark stepped toward the box and carefully nudged it. Upon completing his initial inspection, Mark snatched the ribbon and paper from the box with a quick tear. He set the white cardboard container down and slowly opened it. The contents were both meaningful and curious.

In the box, Mark found a bluebird mask, a blue thong, a set of blue costume wings, and a pair of yellow and blue tennis shoes. In addition to wrapping Mark's costume in their school colors, Monica was making Mark dress up as a twisted version of their school mascot.

Mark inspected the bird mask. It was more like a ski mask with bird eyes and a beak than a professional mascot head. He tried the concealment on. It fit snugly, and was very uncomfortable yet did not obscure his vision or limit his ability to breathe. He did like the idea of having his face covered up, especially if he was expected to wear the rest of Monica's costume.

Mark pulled the mask up his forehead so he could inspect the costume wings. He had no idea how he would even put them on until he saw a diagram clipped to one of the straps. The wings were basically triangle shaped pouches covered in fake feathers. To put one on, he had to crook his arm and slide his elbow in first. There was a grip at the edge of the material where his hand would press firmly against his shoulder and upper chest.

"Well whadda we have here," Lucy said as she stepped into the study room with Janice and Brooke. "Oh, my God. Monica really outdid herself on this one. Didn't she?"

"This is ridiculous," Mark insisted. "I can't wear this."

"Oh, but you will wear it," Janice chimed in jovially. "This is going to be fucking awesome."

Brooke approached Mark and gently gripped his bicep. "You can do this, Mark," she promised. Brooke casually shot him a wink and a nod. "After this, you'll only have one more punishment left."

"Well, you better get ready, birdy boy," Janice said sitting down in preparation for Mark's quick change.

Once Lucy and Brooke positioned themselves in the chairs surrounding Janice, Mark found himself once again disrobing for an audience. Consistent with previous experiences, Janice took the opportunity to record his wardrobe change on her phone.

Perhaps preoccupied with the strange outfit and worried about his evening with Monica, Mark didn't pay much mind to the three girls or to Janice's videography. At this point, it was as if they were the audience watching him in a dark auditorium, and he was an on-stage actor pacing through his lines.

Once completely naked, Mark slid into the blue thong. As far as he could tell, Monica picked out the smallest thong available. The pouch didn't completely cover his dick, and the waistband felt like it would snap at any second.

Mark put the shoes and bluebird mask on next. He was thankful to have his face covered even though the trio of girls knew exactly who he was. Mark then folded his arms in one at a time and slid them into the wing pouches. His limbs were now restricted to a flapping motion which was entirely appropriate for this particular bird costume and torture apparatus.

"You better move, birdy boy," Janice said. "You've only got five minutes. You don't wanna keep Monica waiting. Do you?"

"Just fly straight like the crow flies," contributed Lucy with a smile. She opened the door for Mark with an arm extended toward the foyer.

Mark crept through the foyer and into his least favorite hallway. A couple girls laughed hysterically as they saw his sexy bluebird costume. Not wanting to linger, he rushed past the girls and down the hall to Monica's room. He didn't even have to knock.

"There you are," Monica said opening the door for him. "That looks so fantastic on you. I was worried it wouldn't fit."

Monica was wearing a knitted knee-length purple dress with a black belt and black heels. She was dressed more for a night on the town than for a few hours in her dorm room. Considering his own outfit, Mark wanted no part of a night on the town. Mark quickly stepped into Monica's room; thankfully, she closed the door behind him.

Monica motioned for Mark to sit down on her bed. "Just hang there a minute, Mark. We'll get started soon enough."

"Started?" Mark asked. "What are we...?"

Before Mark could finish the question, Monica left the room.

Mark sat alone for almost thirty minutes. While he was grateful for the quiet, he desperately wanted to know what Monica had in store for him and where she had gone to. For all the waiting Mark had to do over the past week, he was no better at it. Not knowing what to expect was almost more than he could bear.
Eventually, Mark heard Monica outside the door. She was talking to someone, and he recognized the other voice. "Oh shit," Mark thought to himself. Monica was in the hallway with Tina. Monica had actually invited her younger sister. Mark felt like he was going to throw up. What if Tina recognized him? What if Tina told his stepsister about his predicament?

For a moment, Mark looked at the window and considered whether escaping would even be a realistic option. From the sixth floor, he would be a bluebird diving to his death.

Monica opened the door and stepped back into the room. Sure enough, Tina walked in right behind her older sister. Mark's nightmare was coming true. When he had scheduled his evening with Monica, he specifically asked her not to tell Tina about his situation. Monica even promised him that she would keep his secret.

Just as he was about to hyperventilate, Monica grabbed him by the bird mask and whispered in his ear. "My sister doesn't know who you are. Don't say anything, and you'll make it through the night without her figuring it out."

Monica's plan suddenly made sense to Mark. She had invited her younger sister to some kind of sex party with the school mascot, and he was going to play the mascot. Even with his mask, would Tina actually fail to recognize him? Growing up, she had spent as much time at his house as she had her own. Was a simple bird mask enough to protect his identity?

"Holy shit," Tina said looking up and down Mark's body. "Your college is so much better than mine. Is this for real?"

"Sure is," Monica said. "Just remember, this is my game. I make the rules, Okay?"

"No problem," Tina responded positively. "Your fucking game. Your fucking rules."

Fortunately, Tina didn't immediately recognize her best friend's brother. Mark knew he had to play it cool. He couldn't risk Tina figuring out who he was. It was bad enough being exposed like this. She couldn't find out who was behind his mask.

"So when do we get started?" Tina asked as she sat down on the bed next to Mark. Tina was wearing skin-tight blue jeans and a light blue tank top; her black bra straps were barely visible under her shirt. Tina's dark straight black hair accentuated her emo-style makeup.

"As soon as Alicia gets here," Monica promised.

Mark turned his head toward Monica glaring intently at his host. Did she really just say that his sister, Alicia, was invited? Monica made eye contact with Mark through his eyeholes. She nodded her head encouragingly almost promising him that everything would be okay.

Despite Monica's encouragement, Mark was panicked. Certainly, Alicia would recognize him even if he was wearing a mask. And what did Monica care about protecting him anyway? She had no reason to be honest with him.

Monica sat in a chair by her computer desk and started a casual conversation with Tina. They talked about school, about some boy Tina was dating, and about their plans for Christmas break. The girls were acting as if it was no big deal having a half-naked birdman in the room.

Tina's phone buzzed with a text message. "Alicia's here," she proclaimed about Mark's stepsister.

"I'll run down and get her," Monica promised. "Keep an eye on our birdy boy, here. We don't want him flying away. Do we?"

"Oh, I'll take care of him," Tina promised. She wrapped her arm around Mark's shoulders and leaned her head against his mask and rested a hand on his leg. "Don't be too long," Tina insisted as her sister stepped out of the room.

Mark tried to slide away from Tina's advance, but she held tight to his shoulders.

"Are you a friend of my sister's?" Tina asked him.

Mark nodded in affirmation. He didn't consider himself Monica's friend but also didn't want to prolong the discussion.

"You don't talk much," Tina said as she cuddled closer to him. "Do you?"

Mark shook his head.

Tina scraped her black fingernails up his leg from his knee to his upper thigh. "You're not allowed to talk?" Tina asked.

Again, he shook his head.

"That's okay," Tina said. "I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about tomorrow."

As much as Mark hated being alone with Tina, he realized it could and would get worse. Mark's own stepsister, now a freshman at another college, was going to join them. What would Alicia say if she realized he was the evening's entertainment?

Monica and Alicia made their way down the sixth-floor hallway toward the dorm room. Mark could hear the girls talking about Alicia's drive. Alicia joked about how her brother went to this school and how she didn't want to run into him. Mark was seconds away from a potentially life-altering moment.

"Oh, my sweet Jesus," Mark's little sister said when she saw the sexy birdman. "Monica, you're my hero. You told me you had a surprise, but oh my."

Alicia was a skinny girl with dirty blonde hair and a flat chest. She was wearing black tights with a long brown sweater and a gold belt. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

Alicia immediately pulled out her phone as if she was going to take a picture.

"Sorry, Alicia," Monica said as she grabbed Alicia's phone. "I promised our little bird here that there would be no pictures. He's ours for the evening, but no pictures."

"Too bad," Alicia said. "What's the plan, then?"

"You two hold on right there," Monica said. "I have to run out for a minute. Be right back."

Monica left Mark alone with his stepsister and Tina. Mark watched as Alicia sat at Monica's desk scrolling her eyes up and down his body. Her gazed froze conspicuously at the bulge in his undersized blue thong. He couldn't believe it; his own stepsister was eying his cock.

The awkward silence grew even more uncomfortable for Mark when he felt his dick start expanding in his thong. How could he even have an erection at such a time? Mark hated Tina; she was his mortal enemy. Alicia was...she was his fucking stepsister.

"Thata boy," Tina said with a smile in reference to Mark's bulging thong. "You like my friend here. Don't you."

His erection was only the beginning of his problem. The tiny thong Monica provided him would in no way contain his growing penis. In a matter of seconds, Mark's stepsister and her best friend were about to see a hell of a lot more than an embarrassing bulge. With the fake wings constricting his arm movements, there was nothing he could do to cover himself.

"So what's your name?" Alicia asked moving over to the bed next to Mark; Alicia and Tina bookended the nervous thong-adorned birdman.

"He can't talk," Tina said.

"We'll see about that," Alicia responded; she reached over and started tickling Mark.

Mark jumped up from the bed trying to avoid a laugh that would certainly give away his identity. The two girls always joked about how they hated his laugh; they would absolutely recognize it now. Quietly, he took a seat at Monica's desk.

Alicia was just about to give chase when Monica burst through the door carrying a plastic storage box.

"Are you two already causing trouble?" Monica asked.

"Sorry," Alicia responded with a giggle. "In my defense, I do love birds."

"She's got great school spirit," Tina added with a giggle. "Go Blue Jays."

"That's okay," Monica answered. "Are you two ready for the game?"

"Hell yeah," Tina cheered. She clutched her elbows against her sides and clapped her hands together.

Monica set up two seats and instructed Tina and Alicia to sit down.

Once the girls were seated, Monica walked over to Mark and leaned into his ear. "If you disobey even a single order, I'm ripping that mask off your head. Do you understand?"

Mark nodded.

"Take off your wings and shoes," Monica commanded.

Mark fought to remove the wings then leaned over to untie the bright tennis shoes. He was happy to lose the wings. Taking advantage of his freed limbs, Mark immediately rested his hands over his erection.

"Now slide the bed out from the wall," Monica commanded.

Alicia and Tina watched as Mark moved Monica's bed. The girls watched in awe as he attempted to move the furniture around wearing only his skimpy blue thong and bird mask. This was surely a spectacle, unlike anything the girls had seen before.

Monica pulled a plastic sheet from her box of toys. She instructed Mark to remove the pillows and blankets from the bed then replace them with the protective covering. "This could get a little messy," she joked.

Without protest, Mark threw the pillows on the floor and ripped the sheets from Monica's bed. He then, as instructed, spread the plastic sheet over the mattress.

"Splendid, my little bird," Monica said. "Now lie down on the bed."

Mark did as he was told.

"Lift your arms," Monica ordered.

Mark lifted his arms over his head in the direction of each bedpost. He had a feeling about what was next.

"Alicia, why don't you do the honors?" Monica said as she pulled some rope from her box. "Go ahead and tie his hands to the bedposts."

Mark lay still while his stepsister secured his hands to the bed. This was the second time this week someone restrained his hands. At this point, however, he would take the movie theater over being tied up in front of his step-sibling and her evil friend.

Despite his mask, Mark felt completely exposed. His cock peeked out the side of his blue thong; the skimpy material wouldn't contain his erection much longer, and the fact that this was happening in front of his stepsister only made things worse. He tried to think of schoolwork, baseball, or anything that might alleviate his hard-on, but it was no use. His moderate dick was about to make an unencumbered appearance.

As Alicia tied her stepbrother's hands to the bedposts, she looked through Mark's mask and into his eyes. For a second, it was if she had recognized him but convinced herself it was a mistake. He smelled the same perfume Alicia had been wearing since junior high. How could she possibly not realize who he was? Wouldn't she eventually connect the dots and realize it was her stepbrother tied to the bed?

"Great," Monica proclaimed as soon as Mark's hands were secured. "That thong looks mighty uncomfortable on him. Doesn't it, girls?"

"Yeah," Alicia said. "I think so."

"Then why don't you do the honors?" Monica said. She was talking to Alicia but looking Mark directly in the eyes.

"Sure," Alicia responded nervously. "I...I guess I could."

"Well, then," Monica replied. "Go for it."

Mark shook his head back and forth begging the girls to leave the tiny thong on. Even if they didn't know who he was, Mark couldn't imagine lying there naked in front of Alicia and Tina. His protests, of course, were to no avail.

Mark watched as his stepsister leaned over his body and grabbed his thong. Rather than pulling the garment from his hip-bones, Alicia grabbed the straps just above the pouch. As she pulled the material downward, Mark's dick shot out at her like a jack in the box. Alicia paused and giggled at her stepbrother's protruding unit. Mark turned his head in shame.

"Go ahead," Monica encouraged. "Just pull them down."

Alicia yanked Mark's thong free of his erect penis and slid it down his legs.

"Now tie his legs," Monica instructed. She handed Alicia another wad of rope.

Alicia's hands felt familiar and inappropriate as she tied his legs to the bottom of the bed. With his eyes closed, Mark could envision what his stepsister was seeing: his naked body spread eagle in front of her. His eyes started to water; his skin felt like it was going to burn right off his body.

As soon as Mark's stepsister finished strapping his feet to the bedposts, Monica had Alicia return to her seat. It was time for their games to begin.

Chapter Three

With Mark stripped naked and successfully tied to the bead, Monica prepared to take his humiliation to another level. She stood between him and the girls as she explained her plan to Alicia and Tina. "You both agreed to play a game with me, and I expect you to abide by my rules."

Tina and Alicia nodded in agreement.

"You're both joining me at the beach house over spring break," Monica continued. "One of you will be my guest, and the other will spend the week cooking, cleaning, and doing whatever else we ask of you. Do you agree?"

"Yes," Tina and Alicia said almost in unison.

Monica pulled three glass jars from the plastic storage box and set them on her desk. The containers had tiny strips of brightly colored paper in them. One jar had pink paper, another blue, and the third green.

"This game will go three rounds," Monica continued. "Best two out of three wins. Okay?"

"Okay," Tina responded.

Alicia nodded her head nervously.

"Each jar represents a different round in our game," Monica said as she picked up the jar containing the pink strips. "For each round, you will take turns drawing, and you will be expected to do whatever is on the paper. Okay?"

"Okay."

"During the first two rounds, your objective will be to perform your task without our bluebird friend blowing his load. If you finish your dare, and the bird doesn't cum, it's the other girl's turn. Whoever makes him blow out loses the round. If the game is tied after two rounds, we'll have a special tie-breaker round with different rules."

"That's fucking awesome," Tina said. "Sorry, 'Licia. I've got this shit in the bag."

"Like hell you do," Alicia retorted, but less confidently.

"So let the games begin," Monica declared with a smile. "Who wants to draw first?"

"I'll go," Tina insisted jamming her hand into the glass jar and choosing a pink slip of paper. Tina smiled brightly as she read the barely legible scribbling. "No problem at all. I can do this."

"What's it say?" Alicia asked curiously.

"It says I have to kiss his neck for sixty seconds."

"Really?" Alicia asked incredulously. "That's all she has to do?"

"Be patient," Monica said to Mark's skinny blonde stepsister. "It's a long night, and the tasks'll get better along the way."

"Here we go," Tina said as she approached the bed and leaned into Mark's neck.

Mark felt Tina's black hair draped over his naked chest and forearm as her lips made contact with the side of his neck. Tina started with several quick pecks as if she were kissing a relative or friend. After a few seconds, however, Tina put her left hand on Mark's chest and pressed her tongue against his neck. Tina slid her right hand under his mask and began rubbing his face. Mark's mouth and chin were exposed as Tina's kissing grew more passionate.

The muscles in Mark's arms and neck clenched involuntarily as Tina's wet tongue took swift yet smooth swipes against his sensitive skin. He felt his dick throbbing as her hand moved down his chest toward his stomach; it felt like she was reaching for his cock. She pressed her lips intently into his neck and swatted her tongue against his throat like a cat lapping ice cold milk from a bowl.

Mark thought about the bratty little girl who grew up with his stepsister tormenting him every day of his life. He was her property now. His only solace was that Tina didn't know who he was. She didn't know yet anyway.

"Time," Monica yelled. "You can stop now."

As Tina pulled away, Mark contorted his chin and mouth to reposition his mask. As much as he hated Tina, she was a great kisser. He found himself very conflicted; the thought that he had enjoyed the experience only enhanced his sense of humiliation.

Mark reclaimed his bearings and considered what was next. As much as it felt wrong having Tina kissing his neck, it would be a thousand times more awkward having his own stepsister doing something similar. His dick was moments away from release. What if he couldn't hold his excitement as Alicia did whatever that next pink paper told her to do? What would that say about him?

Mark always thought his stepsister was cute, but he was never sexually attracted to her in any way. Even though they weren't biologically related, Alicia was still his little sister.

"What?" Alicia squealed as she looked at her chosen paper.

"What's it say?" Tina asked gleefully.

"Lick whipped cream off his stomach," Alicia returned.

"Ooh," Monica said as she dug through her box of goodies and pulled out a can of whipped topping. "You even get a delicious snack."

Monica approached Mark and looked him in the eye. She stared down at her captive bluebird and reveled in what was about to happen, in what she was going to make happen. She was the puppet master of this game. Mark had no choice but to do as she asked, and Alicia and Tina were falling perfectly in line with her plan.

The can hissed as Monica squirted the wet runny substance onto Mark's stomach. The whipped topping mixed in with his thin layer of pubic hair. Tiny streams of white liquid dripped down the side of his stomach and between his legs.

"All yours," Monica said as she motioned for Alicia to begin. "Be careful with that dick. You don't want your whipped cream mixed with something less tasty."

"Less tasty?" Tina joked as her best friend gazed down on the non-dairy dessert topping. "Let's let Alicia be the judge of that."

Mark's body convulsed as his stepsister stood over his bed inspecting the generous layer of whipped cream above and surrounding his genitals. How could she not realize who she was about to lick clean?

Visibly nervous and uncomfortable, Alicia crawled onto the bed beside Mark and hovered over his torso. She leaned in barely touching her tongue to his stomach.

"Thata girl," Monica encouraged. "Better hurry up, now."

Cautiously, Mark's sister took another lick. She looked up at his face with an unsatisfied grin; He turned his masked head partly in shame but mostly out of fear that she would recognize him.

As Alicia continued licking, Mark's breath sputtered like a car failing to start. Her tongue was warm with its motion slow and deliberate; it was a stark contrast to Tina's fluttering advances. Alicia tried to get as much cream off Mark's body while making as little contact as possible. This was all right with Mark, who also wanted this over quickly.

"You have to get it all," Monica warned Alicia as the dirty blonde started lapping up cream like a dog.

Alicia's tongue moved down Mark's lower stomach and toward his cock. Blood rushed to Mark's penis; his balls felt warm, and his dick pulsated like the skin was about to explode from its stem. Alicia's tongue felt both familiar and illicit as it inched below his belly button. While he tried to think of anything else, his mind was fixated on his stepsister's tongue mere inches from his manhood. If he came now, Mark would do so all over Alicia's face.

Alicia's tongue and lips weaved through Mark's pubic hair like an explorer cutting through the jungle with a machete. Mark could see her dirty blonde head moving around his cock. His stomach twitched, and his hands shook uncontrollably. His toes curled to the point of pain. "Hold it in. Just hold it in," Mark thought to himself. He couldn't let himself release. Not now.

"That's it," Alicia proclaimed. She stepped away from the bed to admire her handiwork. "All done."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

Monica made Alicia lap up a few abandoned whipped cream particles, a final step that took only a few seconds. Mark was glad he didn't cum, but he knew he didn't have much resistance left. Unless Tina drew a paper daring her to take a nap, he wasn't sure he would be able to hold back. At this point, Mark wasn't certain he wanted to hold back.

Tina drew another pink strip of paper from the jar, and the nineteen-year-old read her task. "Yours is to place then remove five rings from the subject's cock. You may only use your mouth."

"Good luck with that," Alicia added with a wide smile.

"No problem," Tina bragged. Her lips pursed as she shook her head at Alicia. "I've always been good with my mouth."
"At least that's the word on the street," Alicia scoffed.

Monica pulled five plastic rings from her box and threw them on the bed between Mark's legs. Two of the rings were practically under Mark's ass. "Go fish, sis," Monica quipped.

The rings were similar to shower curtain hangers except they were slightly smaller and didn't open or adjust. Mark figured they would fit over his swollen penis, but it would take some maneuvering to get all five on. That could become an issue. He knew he was going to cum at some point, but he had to hold on as long as possible.

With no hesitation, Tina jumped onto the bed beside the bound birdman. Rather than going after the rings farthest away from Mark's ass, she stuck her head right between his legs and snatched one of the two rings from under his butt. He lifted his torso to give her more room and to avoid expelling his cum all over the place.

Tina's confidence was unsettling.

Tina held the purple ring carefully between her teeth allowing for the greatest possible opening. With the care of someone playing an arcade crane game, she leaned into Mark's penis and attempted to slide the ring over the head and down his shaft. The ring had little tolerance around Mark's swollen cock, however. Tina had to twist, pull, and shimmy the ring down his rod. Mark clenched his entire body trying to hold his load.

"One down," Tina bragged as she inspected her handiwork. "Thank goodness he has such a tiny dick."

The other girls laughed; Mark was not amused.

Mark again thought about what would happen if Tina knew who was hiding behind the blue mask. If she was so willing to mock him now, just imagine how brutal the nineteen-year-old would be if she knew who he was, if she realized whose dick she was taunting.

Mark felt Tina's hair again as she dropped between his legs fishing for the second ring. He saw her head appear from beneath his stomach like a sun rising over a hillside. Mark watched his stepsister's best friend move her mouth with its designated ring over his cock. Tina jerked the sphere back and forth as she forced the circle down his dick. Mark's cheeks felt wet with his own tears as he fought against his nature struggling to hold his seed inside.

"You better not cum on me," Tina warned Mark as she dropped her head between his legs a third time. "I swear to God that you better not jizz on me."

Tina twisted, jerked, and pulled on the next three rings as she jammed them over Mark's dick. As her task progressed, her technique shifted from precise placement to crude force. Slobber from her lips and tongue mixed with tiny drops of his semen, something Tina didn't seem to notice or care about.

Monica and Alicia cheered as the black-haired girl placed the fifth ring just below the tip of Mark's penis. Tina's audience seemed impressed both by his ability to hold his load and by Tina's mouth control.

Tina gazed victoriously at the birdman's dick. It looked more like a kid's ring stacker toy than a crazy sex contest. This wasn't a game to him, though. He was holding his breath and fighting like hell against exploding all over Tina and her toy rings.

Tina wasn't done yet. She still had to get all five rings off without Mark making a mess all over her face. As she studied her bound subject, Tina recognized how much more challenging it would be to remove the rings.

"You can do it, Tina," Mark's stepsister said to her best friend. Alicia seemed content to enjoy Tina's progress even though Tina's success would open the door to her next task and a possible ejaculate shower.

Mark could feel the side of Tina's arm against his ball sack as she rested her hand on the plastic sheeting between his legs. She steadied her other hand on the bed just under his waist. Tina's cool soft hair brushed across his hip as she tried to bite down on the first ring.

Tina's attempt to clutch the ring failed; she couldn't get a good enough grip on the slippery plastic. Instead, Tina resorted to using her tongue and lips to pull the ring into her mouth. Her tongue forced itself between the plastic ring and the tip of Mark's penis. Finally, Tina was able to bite down securely and lift the loop over his dickhead.

Tina immediately leaned in to remove the second ring. Mark felt her nose pressed against the tip of his penis as her tongue ran down his cock and under the second ring. He heard Tina breathing heavily as she struggled over his cock. The ring pulled back and forth as she jerked it up his dick. When her teeth lost their grip, her tongue swept back between the ring and Mark's cock. Mark simply couldn't take it anymore.

Mark's penis exploded directly in Tina's face and all over his stomach. It was the most intense and satisfying release of his life.

"Son of a bitch," Tina snapped as she fell back off the bed. "You fucking came all over me.

Monica and Alicia sat stunned momentarily as the spectacle unfolded before them.

Mark looked away from the three girls. His humiliation and excitement had become his shame. Even with the mask, he felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Well, I guess that's round one," Monica said with a shocked and amused tone. "Tina, there are some wet wipes over there on the counter. Go ahead and clean yourself off, then wipe off our guest here."

"Clean HIM off? You gotta be fucking kidding me, Monica."

Monica rested a hand on her hip and cocked her head with a devious smile. "Tina, you said you would follow my rules."

"What the hell does that have to do with cleaning up his nut? Can't he wipe off his own nasty cock?"

"It means we're playing by my rules, and my rules say you clean up the bird."

"Fine. Whatever," Tina relented as she started wiping Mark's cum from her face.

Once Tina finished cleaning herself, she crawled back on the bed, removed the remaining rings from Mark's shriveling cock, and wiped down his stomach and penis. Tina was not gentle.

After Tina had finished her half-assed cleaning job, Monica let her sister and his stepsister take a break and head to the snack machines. Monica figured Mark would need fifteen to thirty minutes for a recovery period, and she wanted to make sure he was ready for the next round. No one doubted that Monica's challenges would become more explicit and possibly even sadistic as the night progressed.

While Alicia and Tina were gone, Monica sat down on the bed next to Mark's head and slowly removed his mask. "How you holding up?" she asked kindly.

"How am I holding up?" Mark responded incredulously. "How the hell do you think I'm holding up?"

"Calm down, Mark," Monica said. "This'll all be over soon. Besides, didn't you enjoy cumming in my sister's face?"

"What about MY sister?" Mark demanded. "Alicia can't figure out who I am, Monica. I just can't..."

"Mark, I told you they wouldn't find out. You think I'm lying to you?"

"I...I don't know. It's just that..."

"It's just nothing," Monica interrupted gently. "You have to trust me, Mark. It's really your only choice."

"Trust you? You have me tied to a bed."

"And you were spying on girls in the shower," Monica reminded Mark gently. "You have to pay your dues, but it'll soon be over. Okay?"

"Okay."

Monica gave Mark a drink of orange juice through a straw. She said he needed his strength to get through the night. After Mark had taken a few sips, she put his bird mask back on him and let him collect his thoughts. Monica took some time to freshen up herself before hunting down Alicia and Tina.

Mark looked at the clock as the three girls prepared themselves for the second round of their game. It was almost ten o'clock, and everyone seemed ready for more fun at the bird's expense. Since his cock was still sore and limp, he thought about asking for more time. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk without Tina and Alicia recognizing his voice. Besides, his level of comfort didn't matter in this game. This was Monica's night, and she was going to call the shots.

"All right, ladies," Monica said as she grabbed the second jar. "It's time to draw for round two. Alicia, you go first this time."

Alicia drew a blue strip of paper from the jar. "Hell no," she snapped staring at the strip. "There's no way I'm doing that."

"What is it?" Tina asked as she grabbed the paper from her skinny friend. "Oh shit."

"Sorry, Alicia," Monica insisted. She took the strip from Tina, wadded it up and threw it in the trash can by her desk. "You have to play by the rules. Besides, this isn't so bad."

"It's not so bad?" Alicia protested. "Stick my finger up his ass while licking chocolate off his dick? That's not so bad?"

"Come on, Alicia," Tina encouraged. "At least he didn't blow his wad in your face. I've still got his fucking cum all over me."

As the girls fought over Alicia's assignment, Mark considered what was about to happen. It was bad enough having Alicia lick whipped cream off his stomach. How could he possibly let his own stepsister stick her finger up his ass and lick his dick clean of chocolate syrup?

Would Mark be better off stopping everything? He would have to first admit to Tina and Alicia, who he was. Then he would deal with Janice and Lucy, who would almost certainly upload the video of him whacking off while spying on the girl's shower. That didn't even begin to address the humiliation he would endure from his friends and family. Obviously, coming clean was off the table. Mark was going to have to lie back and let Alicia do her thing.

After a few minutes of cajoling, Alicia, as everyone suspected she would, agreed to go through with her assignment. Tina had always been the assertive one; Alicia generally followed her best friend's lead, and this would be no exception. The skinny blonde wasn't happy about her task, but she was going through with the dare.

Nervously, Alicia crawled up between Mark's legs and reviewed the situation. Monica retrieved chocolate syrup and lubricant from her special box. Monica instructed the birdman to lift his torso then placed two pillows under his hoisted lower back. Mark's dick and ass were elevated about eight inches above the plastic bed sheet.

Once the pillows were positioned, Monica poured the chocolate syrup over Mark's still deflated penis. "Don't worry about that," Monica jokingly assured Mark. "Alicia will have your little birdy up and singing in no time."

Tina cackled at her older sister's joke. Mark and Alicia didn't laugh.

Not satisfied with Mark's chocolate covered rod, Monica topped her creation off with a dab of leftover whipped cream. "He's all yours," Monica said to Alicia as she handed Mark's stepsister the lubricant. "You better grease your finger first, or it's gonna be a rough trip."

This was undoubtedly the first time Alicia had done anything like this. While not a virgin, she had almost certainly never put her mouth on a man's cock before. Mark thought about his stepsister's relative innocence as she leaned into his pulsing dick and reached under his ass.

Mark felt Alicia's pointer finger covered with slippery lubricant trailing down his ass crack as she searched for his orifice. After a brief hesitation, she pressed her finger inside him. Her fingernail scratched as she descended into his asshole, but she didn't stop. Soon, the entirety of her finger was inside her stepbrother. Mark's dick grew almost proportionately to the size of Alicia's intruding digit.

"See," Monica gloated in reference to Mark's erect cock. "I told you he'd jump right back into action."

Mark's entire body convulsed as his stepsister's tongue licked a dab of whipped cream off the tip of his penis. He could feel her finger adjusting itself inside him with every move she made. As she leaned in, she used her free hand to steady Mark's penis so she could effectively remove the brown syrup.

Alicia took long licks from the base to the top of Mark's cock just as one would devour an ice cream treat on a warm day. She used her finger in Mark's ass and a firm grip around his cock to position Mark most conveniently for her purpose. Timid Alicia was coming out of her shell and taking advantage of her bluebird friend more so with every lick, poke, and squeeze.

Mark's hands and feet pulled against the ropes as his body fought to wrap in on itself. His wrists and ankles stung. His asshole burned. His eyes watered beneath the sweaty mask.

Mark felt his torso thrusting upward partly to escape from Alicia's finger but also instinctively into his stepsister's mouth. As humiliated as he was, he desperately wanted to cum. His better judgment abandoned him; he wanted to fill Alicia's throat with his seed. His balls tightened as blood jetted down his spine to his cock. He thought about his little stepsister and her warm lips wading through the syrup up and down his penis.

Semen shot into in the air like a geyser at Yellowstone National Park. While Alicia escaped the same face blast Tina suffered, Mark's sperm occupied her hair and sullied much of her sweater.

"Ahhhh," Alicia cried. "It's all over me."

"Holy shit," Tina said laughing hysterically. He slammed her hands repeatedly against her knees. "He got you good."

"Relax, 'Licia," Monica offered assuredly; she passed the box of wet wipes to Mark's blonde stepsister. "It'll come out. Just ask Tina."

Alicia scrubbed her sweater and dirty-blonde hair furiously. When it didn't come out to Alicia's satisfaction, Monica recommended the blonde take a quick shower.

"You'll both love round three," Monica promised. "Our game is tied."

Since Tina accompanied Alicia to the shower, Monica and Mark had a few more minutes of alone time. Monica took off his mask and offered him more juice. "You're almost done, Mark," she promised. "This'll all be over soon, but you have to admit it. You're having some fun."

"Whatever," Mark responded. He was enjoying Monica's game, but he wasn't about to admit as much. He would never admit it.

Monica took a couple baby wipes and gently cleaned the mixture of chocolate, saliva, and semen from his dick, stomach, and legs. She then returned to him and comforted him as a mother would console a pouting baby.

As Monica stroked Mark's sweaty hair and the chilled dormitory air rushed over his bare skin, he felt something strange for his host. Was this what hostages sometimes feel for the very people who steal their freedom away? As illogical as it was to a very logical person, he felt a strong bond forming with Monica. It was confusing, exciting, and fascinating all at the same time.

Mark fell into a peaceful trance as Monica's cool fingers raked his hair. He was momentarily able to forget about Tina and Alicia, about Lucy blackmailing him, and about Monica's game. He was able to lose himself in a consoling moment with the very person about to potentially ruin his life.

Mark's moment of silence broke suddenly when he heard his sister and Tina making their way down the hall. "My mask," he whispered to Monica, who was still stroking his hair. "My mask," he repeated in a panic.

Monica smiled widely at him as the two voices moved closer and closer toward the room.

"Please, Monica," Mark begged. "My mask."

"Do you trust me, now?" Monica asked him calmly.

"I do. I trust you. Really, I do."

Monica tilted her head and looked down at him. She brushed her fingers against his cheek as she scanned up and down his naked body.

"Monica, Please," Mark pleaded again as Alicia and Tina seemed just feet away from discovering his identity.

Just as the doorknob turned, Monica snatched the mask and slipped it over his head.

"Are you girls ready for the bonus round?" Monica asked. She was talking to Tina and Alicia, but her question was really for Mark. This was going to be his round.

"I get to go first this time," Tina said as she picked up the final jar. There were only four slips of green paper visible through the glass.

"You do get to go first," Monica affirmed with a smirk. "But before we begin, we have to untie our friend here. He'll need his hands for this round."

"His hands," Tina snapped. "That fucking perv isn't putting his hands on me."

"Tina," Monica scolded. "You agreed to play the game by my rules. You can forfeit now if you want, but you'll spend spring break cleaning and cooking."

"That's not fair," Tina argued.

"No," Monica agreed. "It's NOT fair. Did I at some point suggest this game would be fair?"

"Fuck this," Tina said. "I don't even wanna go on spring break with your bitch ass."

"You don't?" Monica snapped back. "You might want to rethink your decision."

"Like hell, I will," Tina responded; Alicia sat quietly.

"Well, then," Monica answered arrogantly. She pulled out her cell phone and extended the screen toward the girls. "You might want to take a look at this first."

"What the fuck?" Alicia said no longer willing to sit in silence. "Where did you get that picture?"

"That's bullshit, Monica," Tina added.

"Now, now," Monica returned. "Before you go skinny dipping in our family pool, you should make sure there aren't any cameras around."

"You took a picture of us when we were...you know?" Tina asked incredulously. "I didn't even think you were home."

"That was private," Alicia added as if it would somehow matter to Monica.

Monica laughed at the girls' reaction to her photo. "Yes, I was home, I did take a picture, and maybe it wasn't as private as you two little sluts thought it would be. Oh, and don't worry. I have many more pictures if you don't like this one."

"So what're you saying?" Alicia asked. "Are you threatening us?"

"Threatening?" Monica responded. "I'm not threatening anything. I'm just telling you what'll happen if you don't play out the game."

"That's bullshit," Tina argued.

"That's OK, then," Monica answered. "I'm sure Alicia would be more than happy to finish the game without you. She probably doesn't want to be an Internet star."

Lying quietly on the bed, Mark couldn't believe what was happening. He felt sorry for his stepsister and even, to a much lesser extent, Tina. Still, he couldn't say anything no matter how much he wanted to intervene.

"So do we play, or do we start uploading pictures?" Monica asked.

"Fine," Alicia said, "but if we play your game, you have to delete the pictures."

"I promise," Monica insisted. "If the two of you work through all my green notes, I'll remove the pictures. I'll even spend spring break cooking and cleaning for you two bitches. If one of you backs out, though, I'll publish the pictures, and you'll spend the break taking care of me. Do we have a deal?"

"Do we have a choice?" Tina asked rhetorically.

"Good point," Monica said. "Now free our little bird friend so we can get started."

Alicia untied Mark's hands while Tina released his legs. As soon as he was loose, he sat up Indian style and covered himself with an unattended pillow. It was the first moment of even nominal modesty since the game began.

"All right, girls," Monica said as she handed Alicia the jar. "The final round of our game is going to be a little different. It's simple really. Whoever refuses to do exactly what's on her paper loses the game."

Alicia looked into the jar at the neatly folded strips of green paper. Nervously, she reached in and selected her first task; she read her assignment silently.

"What's it say?" Tina questioned.

Alicia smiled in relief. "It says I have to spank his bare ass, twenty swats."

"Actually," Monica interrupted. "That means HE gets to beat YOUR bare ass."

"What?" Alicia panicked. "That's not how..."

"Now," Monica insisted. "We have to keep the game moving. Go ahead and lose those tights."

"I have to take off my pants?" Alicia asked. "In front of him?"

"What?" Monica responded. "Is it fair that he's been naked all night, and you get to stay fully clothed?"

"But...But I don't even know who he is," Alicia argued in reference to her masked stepbrother.
"And he doesn't know who you are," Monica lied. "Now let's get those tights off."

Mark felt his dick growing hard once again as his stepsister stood up from her chair and pushed her black tights down her skinny legs. Mark looked around nervously and caught Monica smiling at him. She was enjoying her game and taking in his every reaction.

"Panties too," Monica demanded immediately as Alicia stepped out of the tights.

Alicia obeyed with little hesitation. Mark couldn't look away as his stepsister hiked up her long sweater to grasp the sides of her panties. He caught a brief look at her blonde bush as the panties slid down just ahead of the descending sweater. Mark knew it was wrong to watch his stepsister undress, but he wasn't about to turn away.

"Good girl," Monica said as she cleared her desk. "Now lean over here so Mar...I mean the birdman can get a good angle."

Alicia nervously approached the desk and bent over it extending her butt into the air. Monica stepped behind the blonde and pulled Alicia's sweater up her back completely exposing Alicia's skinny white ass cheeks. Monica tucked the sweater under the blonde's metallic gold belt so it wouldn't drop back over her ass. It looked awkward, but the sweater was sure to hold its place.

"You're up, Mr. Bluebird," Monica said to Mark, who still had his legs crossed under the pillow.

Mark was embarrassed to get up and let the girls see his erection even if it was hardly a new development. While he didn't care for Monica seeing him aroused by the prospect of spanking his own stepsister, he obeyed her instructions.

Monica extended her hand toward Alicia suggesting that Mark should get on with his assignment, twenty swats on her naked ass.

Mark slapped Alicia's butt lightly.

"That's not gonna cut it, birdman," Monica insisted. "Better make the next one count, or you're going over the desk next."

Realizing Monica was serious, Mark hit Alicia much harder with the second smack.

"Ahhhh," Alicia responded.

"Getting there," Monica assessed. She rested her hands on her hips with a giggle. "Needs to be harder than that, though."

"Ohhhh, shit," Alicia squealed after the third smack.

"There you go," Monica said with a quick slap on Mark's own naked ass. "Now finish her off."

"Four," Monica counted as Mark took another swing.

"Please," Alicia yelped with the fifth smack, her white cheeks now a bright red.

"Six," Monica counted. "Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten..."

Mark felt bad for Alicia, but he knew it would be much worse for her if she realized the stranger spanking her was actually her older stepbrother.

"Ahh," Alicia cried with the eleventh swat. Mark saw her eyes watering as she looked back at him hoping for mercy.

Mark continued with the next four smacks before pausing briefly. His stepsister whimpered in pain; Mark wanted to stop.

"Five more to go," Monica demanded. "Just five more."

"Slap," Mark hit his sister's ass for the sixteenth time.

"Ahhhh," Alicia yelled. Her ass was blood red.

"Slap...Whack...Slap...Slap," Mark hit his sister's butt four final times in quick succession.

Alicia immediately pulled herself off the desk letting her long sweater fall over her burning ass. "Can I...Can I get my tights?"

"Sorry," Monica returned. "You'll get them when we're done."

Alicia didn't argue. She just slowly walked over to the bed and sat down gingerly.

"This is bullshit," Tina said realizing it was her turn.

"We'll see," Monica joked as she handed her younger sister the jar. "What's in store for you and our birdman?"

Mark watched Tina as his childhood nemesis pulled a slip of paper from the glass jar. Mark thought about how great it would be to spank Tina's bare ass. He would love any small measure of revenge for all the terrible things Tina had said about him and done to him over the years.

Tina held the note so only she could read it. Then, with a panicked look on her face, she closed the note, stood up, and started pacing the room. Tina wasn't happy with what she was expected to do.

"What is it?" Monica asked her sister.

"It can't be any worse than mine," Alicia added. "Can it?"

"Fuck this," Tina said as she continued to pace the floor. "Fuck this. Fuck this."

"We can call it a night and upload those pictures," Monica insisted. "Or the two of you can finish these dares and go home."

"But, I just can't do this," Tina demanded. "Let me pull another card."

"No do-overs," Monica demanded. "What's your note say?"

"It says he gets to shave my pussy."

"That's not so bad," Monica argued with a smile. "From what I remember, you keep little Tina neat and trim anyway."

"Come on, Tina," Alicia encouraged. "I already let him smack my ass twenty times. We only have three more notes then it's all over. Monica will delete those pictures of us too."

"Promise?" Tina begged her sister. "You'll delete all the pictures?"

"All of them," Monica insisted. "I promise."

"OK," Tina relented. "I'm gonna get you for this, Monica. I promise you that."

"Sure you will, Tina. Now, go ahead and lose those jeans while I get you some warm water." Monica left Mark in the room with Tina and his stepsister. Mark couldn't even process what was about to happen.

Alicia held down her sweater as she slid off the bed to make room for Tina. Alicia carefully walked past Mark and took a chair; she wasn't about to show off any more of her body than the masked man had already seen.

"I'll bet you just love this," Tina snapped at the anonymous naked guy about to shave her cunt.

Tina unbuttoned her blue jeans and folded them neatly on her chair. She was wearing a light blue thong that almost perfectly matched her tank top. Holding a hand over her crotch, she slid the thong down her legs and let it fall to the floor. Leaving her underwear on the ground, she walked carefully to the bed and lay down on her back. She kept her hands crossed over her pussy careful not to expose herself to the bluebird or even to her best friend.

After a few minutes of silence, Monica returned with a pan of hot water, a pair of scissors, a razor, and a wax kit.

"Well, let's see that there bush," Monica joked at her sister's expense.

After a short pause, Tina closed her eyes and let her hands fall to her sides. As one might expect from a girl her age, her pussy was well groomed. She did have a visible bush of jet-black hair, but it was recently trimmed and shaped.

"It's all yours, Mr. Bluebird," Monica said as she sat in one of the chairs and extended her arm toward Tina's exposed vagina.

Mark leaned over the bed and inspected Tina, the terror of his childhood, lying exposed in front of him. For the first time in his entire life, Mark had the upper hand with her. Part of him wished she knew exactly who was about to shave her pussy. Unfortunately, she could never find out.

Mark grabbed the scissors and pulled Tina's shirt up her stomach. Her hands moved to stop Mark's wardrobe adjustment, but she immediately withdrew her defense. Tina was resigned to her wet shave.

Using the scissors, Mark clipped Tina's pubic hair as close to the skin as he could. He pulled her legs open to get a better angle, a move she once again momentarily protested. He made no attempts to avoid touching her pussy. His fingers were in almost constant contact with her exposed lips.

Once done with the scissors, Mark grabbed the razor and some shaving cream. He carefully shaved the area around Tina's pussy. He fought to keep his shaking hands steady as the razor journeyed around her soft lips. Mark disliked Tina, but he didn't want to cut her skin. After the shave was complete, he stepped back to inspect his handiwork.

"That's not smooth enough," Monica demanded. "You're gonna have to use the wax."

Mark took the jar of wax from the warm water and scooped a dab with the wooden spatula. Monica stepped up to help Mark apply the wax and make sure he didn't permanently injure Tina's pussy. Then Monica demonstrated how to apply the first strip.

"There you have it," Monica said. "Now just rip that sucker off."

Mark looked Tina in the eye. He wanted to hit pause on this moment so it could somehow last longer.

"No, please," Tina begged as he peeled the strip's edge away from her skin. "Please don't...Ahhhh."

The first strip was off. Tina started to cry more out of embarrassment than physical pain. Mark applied another strip with some wax and yanked a second time. Then he did it again, and again, and again, and again.

"Wonderful job, Mr. Bluebird," Monica said as she inspected her sister's perfectly smooth yet visibly sore vagina.

"That's it, girls," Monica said as she helped her sister up. "Two dares down and two to go."

"Haven't we had enough?" Alicia asked. The dirty blonde knew she was next.

"One more and you're done," Monica assured Alicia. Monica handed Mark's stepsister the glass jar. There were two lonely green strips of paper remaining, one for Alicia and one for Tina, who was presently hunched over trying to catch her breath. "So let's do this," Monica said coaxing Alicia to choose a note.

Alicia reached nervously into the jar and selected one of the remaining slips of paper. "Ass," she said curiously. "That's all it says."

"Good choice," Monica joked. "That means you get his ass."

"Get his ass for what?" Alicia asked.

"Let's let Tina read the other paper first, shall we?" Monica replied as she handed Tina the glass jar. "Then I'll explain how our game ends."

Tina drew the final sheet of green paper. "Cock?"

"That's right," Monica said to Tina. "You get the cock."

"Yeah," Tina responded sarcastically. "But what the hell does that mean?"

"It's simple," Monica answered. "Alicia is going to lick our friend's ass while you give him a blowjob."

"What?" Alicia snapped back into the conversation. "I'm not licking his fucking ass."

"Oh, but you are," Monica insisted. "You'll lick his ass while my sister sucks him off, and you'll keep going until she's swallowed every bit of his cum."

"Swallowed!" Tina yelled. "I have to swallow his junk?"

"That's right, girls," Monica insisted as she picked her phone back up. "Get on it now or I'll upload those pictures."

"Let's just do this," Alicia said to her best friend. "We do this one thing then we're done."

"Okay," Tina relented. "But this is it."

"This is it," Monica repeated in assurance. "The game ends here.

"You're gonna pay for this, Monica," Tina again promised her older sister as she knelt down in front of Mark.

Alicia didn't say anything. She just dropped to her knees behind Mark staring into his ass. She could see some of the leftover lubricant from her previous encounter.

Monica approached her three guests from the side and grabbed the girls by their hair. Monica thrust their faces into Mark's body and their respective assignments.

Mark felt his stepsister's tongue tickling his butt crack as her hands wrapped around his legs for balance. The tongue intruded even more so as Monica pressed Alicia's head deeper into his ass. Just as he adapted to his stepsister's tongue in his crack, he felt Tina's warm moist lips cautiously wrap themselves around his sore growing penis.

"That's it, girls," Monica encouraged. "Neither of you stop until Tina swallows every bit of his load."

Mark closed his eyes. His stepsister's tongue traveled up and down his ass while Tina plugged her vile mouth with his now fully-erect penis.

"Keep quiet," Monica whispered into Mark's ear. "I'm going to take your mask off for a minute, but I'll give it back."

Mark wanted to protest but couldn't. Monica ripped the bluebird mask off his head and stepped away from Mark's threesome.

All Tina had to do was look up, and she would see exactly whose dick she was sucking. Mark's identity could be exposed at any moment.

"Please...Please," Mark mouthed toward Monica begging for the mask back.

Instead of returning the mask, Monica laid it down on her desk. She smiled deviously at Mark, who could only look into the air hoping the girls didn't do the same.

Tina grabbed Mark's hips as she pumped her mouth up and down his rod. Alicia, in a show of solidarity with her best friend, rested her hands on top of Tina's. The girls moved in unison like a team of lumberjacks sawing down a mighty oak. They swayed Mark's body back and forth from Tina's mouth to Alicia's tongue and back again. His dick would push down Tina's throat in one motion then pull out as his ass fell back on Tina's tongue. Back and forth, Mark shifted from girl to girl.

Mark's penis was throbbing and burning. It would only be a matter of seconds before he would lose his load in Tina's mouth. She would assuredly look up and recognize him. Mark had to get his mask back.

Monica held the mask up taunting him with it as he fought to control his ejaculation.

Once again, Mark quietly begged Monica to show him mercy. "Please. The mask. Please."

Monica approached him as he fought against blowing his load. She reached around his body and pulled the mask onto the top his head; his face was still exposed. "Do you trust me?" she whispered into his ear.

Mark nodded in agreement as his body swayed between the girls below him.

"I can't hear you," Monica said.

"Yes," Mark whispered as he felt his ejaculate fighting to escape.

"Still can't hear you," Monica replied again.

Mark looked down at Tina's black hair as she bobbed up and down his cock. He was about to fill her mouth with his cum. "Yes," he whispered more loudly.

"Yes, what?" Monica asked.

"Yes," he whispered again. "Please. I trust you."

At that very moment, his resistance gave way and his penis exploded semen down Tina's throat and all over her face.

"Gahl...ahll...gahl," Tina gurgled as she choked down his load.

Just as Tina looked up in disgust, Monica pulled the bird mask down over Mark's face. He hoped Tina didn't get a good look at him.

"Not yet, Alicia," Monica demanded as the blonde pushed away from her brother's ass. "Keep licking until Tina finishes cleaning up our birdman's cock."

"Hurry up, Tina" Alicia mumbled into Mark's ass.

After making Tina thoroughly lick his dick clean, Monica declared her game over.

Tina and Alicia rushed to get dressed, and Monica told them to go take another shower so she could "settle up" with their guest.

As soon as Tina and Monica were gone from Monica's room, Monica pulled the mask off of Mark's head for the last time.

"You're done here," Monica said to him. "Thanks for being such a good sport."

Mark realized he would have to make his way back to the study room completely naked and without the mask, and he would have to move carefully. After making it through the night with his identity hidden, he didn't want to run into his stepsister and her best friend by the showers.

"Hey, Mark," Monica interrupted as he grabbed for the door.

"Yeah," Mark responded impatiently.

"Do you know the difference between you and the guys I dated in high school?"

"About three years on the football team and twenty pounds of muscle," Mark answered.

"That's fair," Monica said. "There's more to it, though. The main difference is that they had the balls to ask me out."

"So you would have gone out with me?" Mark asked.

"We'll never know," Monica insisted with an evil grin. "You never asked."

Mark had no idea how to respond, and he wasn't about to wait for Alicia and Tina's return. Instead, he nodded goodbye and stepped out of Monica's room. As he made his way down the hall, a couple of girls clapped and whistled, but he was too tired to react or to even care. Seconds later, he found himself back in the study room fighting to get dressed once again.

Mark stumbled back to his own dorm room and dropped to his bed.

Mark thought about what Monica said as he left her room. He convinced himself that she either felt guilty for putting him through so much or was playing some sort of mind game with him. Knowing Monica, it was certainly the latter. He could never date a girl like her. Could he?

Mark went to sleep with a smile. No matter what happened from here on out, he would always have the memory of Tina choking down his cum. That mental picture alone could get him through hell and back.

Chapter Four

Mark woke up Thursday morning after the most restful sleep he had in a week. Despite how well things worked out with Monica and his stepsister the night before, he was thankful his time of service was nearing its end. He had one more night ahead of him, Friday night with Alison; he knew his time with her would possibly be his toughest challenge of all, but after that, his suffering would be over.

Lucy and Janice promised Mark that if he followed through with their plan for this week, his debt would be paid in full. He had to spend Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with different girls, and he was expected to do exactly as his hosts instructed. If he did so, Janice and Lucy promised they would never make the video of him spying on the women's shower public.

All along, Mark had worried that Janice or Lucy would decide to extend his time of servitude beyond the current week. Since they had the incriminating videos, there would be little to preclude them from adding time to his sentence or making new demands altogether? Thankfully, Brooke offered Mark an opportunity to secure some insurance against such additional requirements.

Brooke helped Mark break into Janice and Lucy's room and log on to Janice's computer. He was able to install tracking software that would hopefully grant him access to Janice's files. If he could get to the damning videos, he could ensure the end of his servitude once and for all.

Even before taking his morning shower, Mark booted up his own laptop to see if he had access to Janice's cloud drive. Using the keystroke program that he loaded onto her device, he would eventually be able to steal her password; she only had to type the security code into the drive herself before he could see it. If everything went according to plan, she would never know who deleted her files.

As part of Mark's arrangement with Brooke, he had agreed to also remove the embarrassing content Janice had collected from her father, a former professor at the college. It was the least he could do in return for her assistance.

Part of Mark wanted to delete all of the files on Janice's computer before his Friday evening rendezvous with Alison. Considering what happened during his first encounter with her, he worried about what she might demand of him when given more time to prepare. While he had no idea what exactly to expect from his final host, he was afraid he was in for a terrible Friday night.

Despite his concerns about Alison, Mark realized that cutting his service short could potentially provoke Lucy and Janice. Even if he managed to destroy the incriminating videos, there were plenty of witnesses to his crime. He also had to make absolutely certain that there were no offline copies of the videos. Caution had to be his first priority.

Another part of Mark, a part he would never admit to, was curious about what Alison would demand of him on Friday night. While he would never admit to enjoying his time with the girls, it certainly added some excitement to his senior year. Was he going through with his final night of service because it gave him the best chance of escaping Janice's blackmail, or did he actually want to subject himself to Alison's demands? For that question, he didn't have a simple answer.

To Mark's disappointment, Janice had yet to log into her cloud drive. She had been using her computer the night before, but she had only checked her email. Mark figured he would go through her online correspondence later. For now, he had to get ready for class.

Mark brought his laptop with him that morning so he could check in on Janice between classes. He might even be able to snoop around her hard drive after his first-period test; ironically, he was taking the literature exam that had been canceled the Thursday before.
Unfortunately for Mark, he didn't get much free time between classes. Instead, he had to wait until lunch before prying back into Janice's electronic life. Fortunately for him, by the time he sat down for his noon meal, he had access to everything. At some point that morning, Janice had logged into her cloud storage; she even opened a mobile security program for her phone.

Mark could hardly believe his luck. Not only would he be able to open Janice's cloud storage and email, but he also had remote access to her phone. Mark could open, change, or delete any files or messages on either device. He had complete control over all that was Janice: her emails and text messages, her files, her school assignments, and just about anything else he wanted. He could even get into her bank accounts if so desired.

"Look who flew the coop," Brooke joked as she sat down across from Mark.

Mark didn't appreciate Brooke's apparent reference to his most recent humiliation. "Hilarious," Mark responded hardly lifting his head from the computer screen. "You're just a barrel of laughs. Aren't you?"

"So?" Brooke queried impatiently. "Did you get it?"

"Get what?" Mark responded deviously.

"Now who's the comedian?" Brooke scoffed. "Come on. Did you get it?"

Mark smiled across the table at his co-conspirator. He nodded his head slowly.

"No way," Brooke returned. "You didn't."

"I did," Mark said. "I have access to everything."

"Everything?" said Brooke. She ran around the table plopping herself down next to Mark; she watched his screen intently as he showed off his handiwork. "Holy shit. We did it."

"We did it," Mark assured her with a grin.

"So let's end this," Brooke added. "Go ahead and delete everything."

Mark turned his chair toward Brooke's with a somber look. "I think we should wait."

Brooke was perplexed. "Why in hell would we wait? Janice could figure out that we hacked her computer any minute."

"She won't find out," Mark promised. He explained to Brooke how he wanted to hold off until after his evening with Alison. He said this would give him time to make sure they had all of the files. It would also make it less obvious who hacked Janice's computer.

"Why wait until after tomorrow night?" Brooke questioned once again. "We could delete everything in the morning or even tomorrow afternoon. Then you wouldn't have to...you know...spend Friday night with Alison."

Mark tried again to explain his logic. He wanted everything to appear like an accident. He argued that deleting the files right away would only put a target on his back. "I would much rather fade from their memory than start an all-out pissing match," Mark added. "Besides, it's not that long in the grand scheme of things. We need to do this right."

"I don't know," Brooke replied skeptically. "It almost sounds like you actually WANT to go through with Friday night's activities."

"That's crazy," Mark insisted. He lacked confidence in his own denial, but he wasn't about to communicate that to Brooke. "We have to do this right."

Reluctantly, Brooke agreed with Mark's plan. She only insisted that she be there personally when he deleted the files. "You may just want Janice to forget you," Brooke added. "I need to make sure she stays away from my family forever."

"That's fine," Mark agreed. "We'll give it a week or two then delete the files together. Besides, that'll give me more time to go through everything. Who knows what else she's mixed up in."

Brooke nodded. They would wait at least a week before making their move. She could keep an eye on Janice and would give Mark a heads up if Janice was about to fire off any more demands his way. Brooke would also try to spy out any offline copies of the damning videos.

By the time Mark deleted the files, Janice would hopefully have her sights set on some other victim. She would never know for certain that he had anything to do with the lost data. Considering all the lives she fucked up over the past few years, her suspect list would be extensive.

Chapter Five

Having spent most of the previous couple days scanning Janice's computer files, Mark didn't have much time to worry about his evening with Alison. Even so, the clock plotted against him ticking toward six forty-five on that Friday night. This would be the last time Mark would have to report to the study room and change into whatever outfit his host had prepared for him. He had a feeling Alison would make this last one count.

Brooke was already in the study room when Mark showed up about five minutes early. "Hey, Brooke," Mark said.

"Hey, you," Brooke answered with a friendly smile. She brushed her fingers through her short blonde hair and slid forward in her seat. "Ready for your final night?"

"I'm ready for all this to be over," Mark added.

"Me too," Brooke returned with a wink and another smile.

"Do you have my clothes?" Mark queried.

"Not yet," Brooke said. "I think Lucy's supposed to bring them."

"I guess I am a little early," Mark said taking a seat next to Brooke.

The bob-haired blonde looked incredulously at Mark. "What...What're you doing?"

"What?" Mark echoed. "I'm waiting for my clothes."

"Like that?" Brooke said extending her arm toward Mark.

"Like what?" Mark asked.

"Why aren't you naked yet?" Brooke asked. "You might as well get ready for Lucy. That way you'll be ready to get dressed as soon as she gets here."

Mark stared at Brooke. He had assumed that since they were working together since he was helping her steal video evidence against her father, she would show him some compassion. It didn't appear as though Janice or Lucy asked Brooke to make him strip in the first place. This was Brooke's call, her decision alone.

"Well," Brooke said. "We don't have all day."

Mark was pissed, but there really wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't risk screwing up his plan even though Brooke was channeling her own inner bitch. "Keep your eye on the prize," he thought to himself as he stood up and started removing his clothes. "It's not anything she hasn't seen before."

Brooke stared intently at Mark as he removed his clothing. She was acting as if she had no memory of how they were working together. She was enjoying his humiliation.

"What now?" Mark asked in an irritated tone after his clothes were properly folded and placed on the table beside Brooke. "Anything else?"

Brooke snickered at Mark's frustration. "Now we wait for Lucy," she offered.

Shaking his head, Mark went to sit back down in the chair.

"No," Brooke said. "Don't sit down yet."

Mark stepped away from the chair. He started to cover his dick with his hands but stopped short when Brooke shook her head in protest.

Brooke continued to stare at Mark's naked body as he stood awkwardly next to his orange chair. Mark couldn't do anything but wait on Lucy even though the clock on the wall was ticking dangerously close to seven o'clock.

With just minutes left before Mark was supposed to meet Alison, Lucy finally stepped into the study room. "Oh," she said about her naked ex-boyfriend. "Why aren't you dressed?"

Mark looked confused. "Don't you have my clothes?"

"Brooke," Lucy said. "I thought you had them."

"I do," Brooke replied stepping out of her seat. "We were just waiting for you." The blonde reached under her chair and pulled out a large plastic hanger bag. "We didn't want you to miss Mark's last wardrobe change." Brooke turned her attention to Mark with a devious smile. She handed him the bag and shot him another wink.

Mark ripped open the bag. As upset as he was with Brooke, he was equally surprised by what Alison wanted him to wear for the night. It was a freshly pressed tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and shiny black shoes. He was even provided with a black and white pair of boxer shorts. Alison was preparing him more for a formal than for a night of humiliation. He knew better than to expect an exciting night on the town.

"Better hurry up," Lucy said to Mark. "You're going to be late."

Mark rushed to put the suit on in front of the two girls. He really wanted to get Brooke alone so he could ask why she was fucking with him, but he was running out of time and had to get to Alison's room. His last night of servitude was about to begin.

As Mark finished dressing, Lucy stepped up to him and straightened his tie. "Too bad Janice couldn't be here for your last hurrah," she said. "You look quite handsome. Don't you?"

"Well, I better get going," Mark said stepping away from his redheaded ex-girlfriend. He didn't know how to respond to Lucy's kind words. At this moment, Mark felt nothing for Lucy. He didn't like her and wasn't attracted to her. At the same time, he didn't hate her. Mark just wanted his and Lucy's chapter to close once and for all.

Mark's dress shoes clacked against the tile floor as he stepped out of the study room leaving Lucy and Brooke behind.

It was a few seconds past seven o'clock when Mark knocked on Alison's door. His heart raced as he wondered what the same girl who was so cruel to him the previous Friday had planned for his night of service. The final mystery of his punishment was about to unfold in front of Mark.

"Don't you look dapper?" Alison said stepping out of the door. She was wearing a form-fitting red dress with a black belt and smelled of expensive perfume. Mark instantly recognized her sophisticated but subtle aroma; it was the same scent Lucy used to wear. Like Mark, Alison was ready for a formal night on the town.

Alison hooked her elbow toward Mark. She led him down the hallway and out of the dorm. As the couple passed through the lobby to the elevator, Mark took note of Lucy and Brooke leaning against the foyer wall. Brooke had her arm around his ex-girlfriend; both girls were smiling widely. It was as if they knew the details Alison's plans for the evening, the finer points that he was about to experience firsthand.

Alison escorted Mark out of the dormitory and to a large black limousine waiting by the main entrance. Once they were seated correctly, Alison asked Mark to pour a couple glasses of champagne.

"So where are we going?" Mark asked as he handed Alison a long-stemmed glass.

"You'll see," the brunette returned with a smile. "Just try to enjoy yourself."

Mark was confused. He envisioned a more painful beginning to his evening. He was not naive enough to think Alison was planning some expensive excursion; he wasn't complaining about the limo and champagne either.

After a short drive, the black limo pulled up to a luxury hotel located downtown by the river. As the driver opened the door for Alison and Mark, Alison instructed the chauffeur to meet them in front of the hotel at midnight sharp. This was meaningful to Mark since his night was supposed to end at midnight. Whatever Alison had planned, it would all take place at the hotel.

Alison led Mark to a large ballroom; there was a band playing, servers with fancy food and drinks, and a three-tiered chocolate fountain. The party area was laid out with a large dance floor surrounded by rows of round tables.

"Alison," another tall brunette girl said as she approached Mark and his date. "You made it." The girl was wearing a bright blue low-cut dress with metallic silver leaves around the neckline and shoulders. The dress was perfectly accessorized by long blue gloves and shiny silver shoes. Her lack of a belt allowed the dress to flow naturally over her curves.

"Hey, Stacy," Alison said. "This is my date, Mark."

Mark shook Stacy's hand and exchanged pleasantries. Alison never explained who Stacy was, how the two girls knew each other, or what the hell they were all doing in the ballroom.

Alison took the next half hour or so introducing Mark to several more of her girlfriends, each one more beautiful than the previous. While the room was filled with couples, none of Alison's friends had dates. How would so many incredible looking women be at such a formal event without escorts? Any one of the girls could sign up multiple guys at a moment's notice.

After making introductions, Alison directed Mark to a table where they would sit with several her female friends. Rather than taking a seat herself, she told Mark to save her place while she socialized with the other girls.

Mark sat alone at the table for almost half an hour. He wondered if Alison was using his night of service to ensure nobody would take her seat. While that sounded like a waste of power, he was more than happy hanging out at the table and watching the clock wind down to midnight. When the clock hit twelve, after all, his punishment for spying on Lucy would be over. He would finally be a free man.

Mark's time alone ended when Stacy, the first girl Alison introduced him to, sat next to him. "So how do you know Alison?" she asked.

Mark's brain raced as he tried to summon an acceptable answer. "I'm...I'm a friend from school," he said; it was the best he could offer.

Stacy took a few minutes asking Mark about his major and what he was going to do after graduation. Stacy seemed nice, but Mark still didn't understand what was going on. Was she really just here for small talk?

"So what's the party for, anyway?" Mark finally asked Stacy.

"I have no idea," Stacy responded with a smile. "I guess it's some sort of company get-together or something."

"You don't know?"

"Hell no," Stacy responded. "This is just something we do. It's not like anyone's going to kick a group of hot babes out of their party. Is it?"

This was crazy. The girls were actually crashing someone else's event. This is what Alison was using her night with Mark for? He was helping her crash a fancy get-together and score some free food.

"That is so cool," Mark said to Stacy. He was as confused as he was impressed.

"I'm glad you like it," Stacy said. She rested her hand on Mark's forearm. "Are you ready?"

"Am I ready?" Mark asked. "For what?"

"You don't know?" Stacy asked. She turned her head sideways in a failed attempt to keep a straight face.

"Know what?" Mark pleaded. "What should I be ready for?"

"Got to hand it to Alison," Stacy said with a grin. "Follow me." Without further explanation, the brunette stood up from the table and started walking away from Mark toward the ballroom's main entrance.

Mark followed behind Stacy. He couldn't help but notice her blue dress conforming perfectly to her ass as her stride moved back and forth. He wondered where she was leading him and what she would ask him to do. Even absent his subservient position, he likely would have followed her anywhere. He was both fearful and excited about what the evening might have store.

Either out of courtesy or because she noticed Mark checking her out, Stacy stopped for a minute to let him catch up. As Alison did earlier, Stacy hooked her arm inviting him to hold on. Casually, she led him out of the conference room to the elevator then to a second-floor hotel room.

Once inside the room, she invited Mark to sit on the bed. "Get comfortable," Stacy said. "Go ahead and take that jacket off."

Mark did exactly as Stacy requested. He was careful not to wrinkle what he assumed was an expensive garment.

Stacy pulled a paper bag from the nightstand and sat down next to Mark. "I'm going to walk you through what you need to do," she said. "It's important that you listen carefully. Alison won't be happy if you're not ready for her."

"Ready?" Mark asked. "Ready for what?"

"Mark," Stacy said condescendingly. She rested her hand on his knee. "You need to listen. This is important. Okay?"

"Okay," Mark responded. "Sorry."

"That's all right," Stacy said plunging her hand into the brown bag. She pulled out a rubbery bulb-shaped object with a flat base. "Do you know what this is?" Stacy asked.

"I don't," Mark said. "Is it a dildo or something?"

Stacy chuckled. "No. It's not a dildo. It's a butt plug."

"A butt plug?" Mark queried. Worry filled his expression. He slid back on the bed as if the rubber device was somehow contagious.

"That's right," Stacy continued. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "Make sure to lube it up really well before sticking it up your ass."

"You want that in my butt?" Mark asked. "Then what?"

"Then nothing," Stacy insisted. "You leave it in there until Alison tells you to take it out."

Mark took the blue object and the lube from Stacy. He had never even considered putting something like this inside himself before let alone leaving it there for an indeterminate timeframe. His trepidation only worsened, when he saw her reaching back into her paper bag. What could possibly be next?

As was the case with the butt plug, Mark had no idea what the next device Stacy pulled from her sack was. It was a small leather strap with a series of metal rings attached to it. He couldn't identify the object, but Mark figured it was somehow going to end up on his dick.

"Do you know how to put this on?" Stacy asked holding the chastity device in front of Mark.

"What is that?" Mark asked. "No. I don't know how to put that on."

"That's okay," Stacy said. "I'll show you. Go ahead and take off your pants."

By this point, Mark was hardly a stranger to stripping on command; even so, he was surprised by Stacy's request. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but removing his pants for her was somehow different than his previous experiences. He had no idea who she was, and she knew little about him. At the same time, she was nonchalant about requesting the removal of his trousers. It was more like a doctor inspecting a patient than a sexual master making demands of her subject.

Mark stood up from the bed and slid the black tuxedo pants down his legs. Not even making an attempt at modesty, he immediately pushed his boxers down as well. After stepping free of the pants and underwear, he gently laid his clothing on the bed beside his jacket.

Stacy lifted the bottom of her dress up her legs enough to kneel down in front of Mark. She lifted the device to his mid-section as if she were a model showing off a game show prize.

Mark listened carefully to Stacy's instructions as to how the chastity device worked.

"You'll need to deal with the erection before putting this on," Stacy said with the slightest of smiles. "Take this big ring on the end here and slide it all the way down your dick then loop it behind your ball sack." She pressed the largest ring against the base of his penis for the purpose of illustration. "These other rings just wrap around your dick." She held his cock in her hand showing him precisely where each of the loops needed to go. "Got it?"

"Yeah," Mark said. He was embarrassed by his growing erection but wasn't about to call attention to himself. "I got it."

"Okay then," Stacy said placing the contraption on the bed beside Mark. "When you're all set, get dressed and meet us downstairs. I'll let you go ahead and get ready."

"Sure," Mark said. He sat on the bed and casually crossed his hands over his lap. "Uh, thanks."

"No problem," Stacy smiled. "I'll see you downstairs. Alison expects you back in the ballroom you by eight thirty."

Mark checked the time on the bedside alarm clock as Stacy stepped out of the room. He had more than thirty minutes before he had to meet Alison back at the party.

Mark spent most of his free time trying to figure out exactly how the device with the leather straps and metal loops would affect him. He remembered Stacy telling him that he should take care of his erection before putting the contraption on. Looking down at his hard dick, he decided to follow her advice.

Mark grabbed a few tissues from the bed stand and started stroking himself furiously. Less than a minute later, his erection problem was solved. After giving his penis a few minutes to relax, he carefully slid the largest loop down his stem and around his sack. Mark then moved the other loops along his dick and into their respective positions.
As odd as the strap felt on his penis, Mark knew the more challenging part of his preparation was yet to come; he still had to shove the rubbery plug into his ass. Mark covered the object with a thick coat of lubricant as he imagined what it would feel like penetrating his orifice.

Mark leaned forward and circled the cone around his body. He carefully covered the rubber plug with lubricant and attempted to slide the device into his asshole. It didn't fit. He applied more lube and tried again to no avail. On his third attempt, he pressed much harder. With a "pop," the plug slid into the orifice. The sensation was new to Mark. It was as though his insides were working their way back up his body. As the plug slipped into place, Mark's dick began to harden slightly against the metal rings surrounding it.

Mark could hardly straighten his torso with the intruding device still inserted into his ass. He practiced walking a few steps; it wasn't easy. Mark had to keep his legs as far apart from each other as possible as he waddled back and forth around the hotel room.

Trying to sit on the bed, the object pressed into Mark's asshole. He had to lean sideways to prevent the plug from jamming itself deeper into his body. He still had to get dressed before making his way back downstairs, a typically simple task that would be complicated by the ass plug and chastity device.

Gingerly, Mark slid his legs into the smooth tuxedo slacks. With so much hardware in his pants, He could hardly pull the zipper up and buckle his belt. After getting his pants on, he jammed his feet back into the shiny dress shoes. He would have some extra time to work his way back to the elevator, and he would need every second of it.

Mark looked down at his pants. The chastity device lifted his soft dick forward enough to tent his pants significantly, and it prevented Mark from pushing his cock safely to either side of his underwear. The situation would only get worse if, or rather when, he ended up with a serious hard-on.

Before leaving the room, Mark put his jacket back on over his pressed white shirt. Thankfully, the jacket dropped down his torso enough to conceal the bulges on the front and back of his pants.

Mark grabbed the inside handle and pulled the hotel room door open. His room was a long way from the elevator; he would have to waddle down the hall before catching a ride back to the first floor. There was no way in hell he would be able to take the stairs.

Passing several people in the second-floor hallway, Mark found himself the recipient of more than a few dirty looks. Mark couldn't tell if the other hotel guests thought he was drunk or was fighting some sort of infection. His ability to move didn't improve as he waddled along, either; the plug slid back and forth inside of him with every step he took.

Mark did eventually make it to the elevator and back to the ballroom. He didn't see Alison, Stacy, or any of their friends so he decided to find a corner and lean against the wall. Sitting down was not going to be a great option at this point.

Mark found a quiet spot and tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible. As far as he was concerned, it was up to the girls to find him. He made his way back to the ballroom as instructed. It wasn't his job to hobble around the hotel looking for Alison and her friends.

"There you are," Alison said as she shot out from a mass of people. She stepped right up to Mark and gave him a hug. As her arms wrapped around the computer science major, Alison dropped her hands just enough to check his ass plug. Squeezing him as hard as she could, she thrust her hips forward shoving her body into his ring-wrapped penis. "Very nice," she said. "You follow instructions well."

As Alison let go of him, he noticed her group of friends making their way across the crowded banquet hall. The girls, six excluding Alison, took turns giving him a big hug. Each girl grabbed onto his ass and jammed her torso into his center. By the time all hugs were exchanged, he felt his dick growing rapidly through the multiple rings.

Watching the girls, it was fairly obvious to Mark that this was not their first time participating in such an activity. They had their routine planned out and timed to perfection.

"Let's go dance," Stacy suggested to the group as a slow song started playing.

"Let's do it," Alison said grabbing Mark's hand and moving him toward the dance floor.

It was only a matter of seconds before each of the girls had a dance partner. Stacy even turned down two different guys before settling on someone.

Once on the dance floor, Alison pressed her body against Mark's. She rested the side of her head on his neck. She then wrapped her hands under his arms and hooked her fingers over the back of his shoulders. He clasped his hands together around the small of her back. As awkward as his accessories felt on his dick and in his ass, he savored being so close to such a beautiful woman.

As the couple swayed to the music, Alison pressed her body deeper into Mark as if she was trying to merge and become a single entity. His erection grew; the rings around his dick allowed the blood to flow into his cock but prevented his fluids from escaping.

Alison moved her hands together around Mark's back and gently raked her fingers through his hair. Her head still resting on his shoulder, she sang softly along with the music; her near perfect pitch penetrated his tuxedo jacket and rippled across his chest. For a moment, he let his guard down and enjoyed her company.

"Hey, Mark," Alison said in a soft voice.

"Yeah," returned Mark. "What?"

"You're not such a bad guy after all. Are you?"

"I don't think so," Mark answered.

"Mark?" Alison continued. "Do you like me? I mean could you ever see yourself with someone like me?"

"You and me? I don't..."

Alison interrupted Mark mid-sentence grabbing his balls through his tuxedo pants. She didn't squeeze to the point of hurting him, but he wasn't expecting the sudden grope.

"Ahhh," Mark pushed back from Alison in surprise.

Alison pressed her finger over her lip insisting that Mark not make a scene. She pulled his body back close to hers swaying once again with the music.

Alison and Mark continued to dance; his movements were slight at best as he clenched his ass around the butt plug and pressed his knees together. He noticed Alison's friends with their guys forming a circle around them. The surrounding bodies created a privacy wall allowing Alison more leeway to play with her date.

Alison leaned into Mark once again and whispered into his ear. "Do you like my ass?" she queried.

"Sure," Mark whispered back. "I guess so."

"You guess so?" Alison retorted. She reached down to Mark's ass and jammed the plug further up into his asshole. "You guess so?" she asked again.

"I do," Mark added. "I like your ass very much."

"Then why don't you grab it?" Alison said. "If you like it so much, why don't you grab it?"

Mark took his right hand and let it slide down Alison's back until it rested against her left cheek.

"Is that what you call a grab?" Alison scoffed. "You can do better than that."

Mark dropped his other hand down to Alison's ass.

"Grab," Alison said. "Fucking grab my fucking ass."

Mark squeezed Alison's ass cheeks with both hands.

"I won't ask you again," Alison said. "Grab it, and grab it like you mean it."

Mark squeezed her ass even harder with both hands; he could feel her cheeks pulling apart from each other as his fingertips slid into her crevice. He ground her body into his own as his dick pulsated through the metal rings.

"That's more like it," Alison said. "Do you like my tits?"

"I do," Mark said breathing heavily and pressing his forehead into Alison's hair. "I like your tits."

Mark slid his arms between their compressed bodies cupping each hand over its corresponding breast. He could feel her nipples poking through her sheer red dress and into his palms. She wrapped her arms tightly around him securing their bodies against each other.

"That's not grabbing," Alison whispered into Mark's ear.

Mark squeezed Alison's tits so firmly that he worried about hurting her. The harder he groped, the tighter she pulled into his body. She rotated her hips against his throbbing center. The metal rings and leather rubbed up and down Mark's erect cock.

"Do you like my pussy?" Alison asked Mark.

Mark didn't answer. He took one of his hands and wrapped it around Alison clutching her tight ass; he slid his other hand down her rippled stomach and over her snatch. When Alison's tight dress prevented Mark from reaching between her legs, he pulled the front of the dress up and slid his hand underneath.

Alison's skimpy thong did little to protect the brunette's pussy from Mark's intruding fingers. He jammed his index and middle fingers beneath her underwear and began rubbing her already wet pussy lips. He rested his head on her shoulder and watched spots of light from the disco ball circling the room. Her body slid downward into his fingers as they penetrated her cunt.

Losing himself in exhilaration, Mark failed to notice Alison unbuckling his pants and sliding her hand into his underwear. His slacks almost fell down his legs as she grabbed his cock firmly and started stroking up and down. Keeping one hand between her legs, he used the other to secure the back of his belt against his ass. She pulled their bodies closer together while pumping furiously up and down his cock.

Mark felt like he was about to cum, but the metal rings around his penis delayed his climax. His body burned as blood rushed to his center. Even though separated by layers of formalwear, Alison's pussy pulsated in synchronicity with his penis.

Mark's knees almost collapsed in on themselves as semen shot through the metal rings and into Alison's fist. Alison let her legs go limp and pulled him down knees first to the temporary dance floor. Fearing the crowd's reaction, he squirmed feverishly around on the wood surface as he returned his pants to their buckled state.

As soon as Mark's pants were back in place, Alison leaned into his ear and whispered his next set of instructions. "Find a bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. We'll see you back at the room in fifteen minutes."

Still kneeling on the dance floor, Mark watched Alison and her group of friends retreat from the party and into the hotel lobby. Once the girls were clear of his line of sight, he forced himself to his feet and found an empty table. He wanted to compose himself before embarking on the next leg of his adventure.

Mark fought to regain his focus as the party continued around him. Everyone must have assumed he was simply drunk and needed a minute. His ass burned from the butt plug; his dick felt limp and sticky against the leather strap and metal rings. He realized that he had to get moving if he was going to make it back to the hotel room before Alison's deadline.

On his way to the elevator, Mark found a restroom and took a couple of minutes to clean up the sticky mess in his pants, or at least he made a valiant attempt to do so. By this point in his week, he didn't figure to be surprised by much. Even so, Alison's public display of affection threw him off. More so, he was grateful they didn't get into trouble with hotel security.

Mark made his way to the elevator and to the second floor. Along the way, he tried to remember where he would be meeting Alison at. When he followed Stacy to the room earlier that evening, he never thought to get the room number. Now he had to figure out which unit the girls were occupying based on how far their room was from the elevator. Unfortunately, all the entryways looked exactly alike, and he didn't want to start knocking on random hotel room doors.

Mark paced up and down the hallway trying to remember anything about the room he was in earlier. Just when he was about to give up and go door-to-door, Stacy peeked her head out correct door. She waved for him to hurry up and join her.

When he entered the room, Mark saw Alison lying on the bed and reading something on her phone. At the base of the bed, he noticed a rope hanging down from the ceiling. The cord connected to a small pulley that someone must have bolted to the ceiling.

"There you are," Alison said without moving from her spot on the king-sized bed. She was still fully dressed including her stiletto heels. "That was more than fifteen minutes."

"Sorry," Mark said looking down at his feet. He rubbed his polished black shoe into the expensive carpet. "I got lost."

"Well, hurry up and get undressed," Alison said. "We don't have a lot of time."

**The Final Task**

Alison and Stacy looked on as Mark obediently took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he removed his clothing, he reminded himself that this would possibly be the last time he would have to strip on command. In just a couple of hours, his time with Alison would be over, and his penance for spying on the girls' shower would be concluded.

Once Mark was completely naked, Alison instructed him to go into the restroom and remove the plug from his ass. He was grateful that she was letting him take it out and even more thankful that she was giving him some privacy while he did so.

Mark took his time in the restroom. As curious as he was to find out what Alison expected him to do next, he mostly just wanted his night of service to be over. The rope tied to the ceiling in front of Alison's bed didn't do much to motivate him either.

"That took you long enough," Alison said as Mark finally stepped out of the restroom. "We were worried your plug might be stuck."

"Sorry," Mark said even though he wasn't. "It's just been a long night."

Stacy took Mark's hand and led him to the foot of the bed. "Stay right here," Stacy commanded leaving him with his legs pressed against the mattress.

Mark caught Alison's eyes as she giggled and glanced down at a large hook lying on the bed beside her. The item looked like an oversized fish hook with a small steel ball in place of a sharp point. He wasn't sure what the hook was going to be used for, but the look on Alison's face told him it wouldn't be good.

Stacy stepped behind Mark and reached over his head. She strapped a leather collar around his neck and threaded the rope from the ceiling through a loop in the leather band.

"Okay," Stacy said as she grabbed Mark's shoulders. "I'm going to need you to lean forward against the bed."

Mark followed Stacy's instructions resting his chest on the mattress with his butt elevated into the air in front of Stacy. Now he knew exactly what the hook was for.

Stacy grabbed the steel hook from the bed and covered its tip with lubricant. She then walked slowly around Mark's bent-over body. He couldn't force himself to watch as he felt her cold hand made contact with his naked back. Instead, he closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable penetration.

Mark could feel the rope sliding up and down the loop in his collar as Stacy was presumably tying the rope to the large butt hook. Each time the line pulled against his neck, he waited for the cold steel to make contact with his orifice.

Mark felt Stacy's pointer finger and thumb separating his ass cheeks in preparation for his hooking. With a sudden plunge, he felt the cold steel sliding smoothly into his puckered hole. The hook dug even deeper into Mark than the rubber plug did earlier.

As soon as the hook was successfully inserted, Stacy helped Mark back up to his feet. He could feel the hook pressing into his butthole. The rope connected to the hook slid up through the pulley and back down over the bed into Alison's firm grip.

"Perfect," Alison said as she watched Mark fight off the effects of her initial tug. "Now get on your knees."

Mark dropped to his knees as instructed. As he knelt down at the foot of the bed, the rope pulled back through the pulley and lifted Alison's hand into the air. She smiled as she gave the line a couple of gentle tugs forcing him to squirm around on the floor. His firm dick filled the metal rings of his chastity device; he shuffled back and forth on his knees trying to find the least uncomfortable position.

Alison swiveled her head toward Stacy, who took the hint and left the room. Alison needed some time alone with Mark.

Alison slid to the end of the bed and pulled Mark between her legs until his face was mere inches from her chest. The brunette reached behind herself and pulled out a black sleeping mask; she wrapped the mask carefully around his head so as to completely impair his vision.

"I'm afraid this is where we part ways," Alison said to Mark gently. "Are you ready for your final instructions?"

"Sure," Mark responded curiously.

"I set the alarm for midnight," Alison said. She caringly brushed her hands through Mark's hair. "When it goes off, you may get up and remove your mask. There are two sleeping pills and a glass of water on the bed stand. If you take the pills and go to sleep, someone will be in here to remove the strap from your dick. If you try to remove it while still erect, you might hurt yourself. Got it?"

"Sure," Mark said. "I got it."

"Good," Alison continued. "I'm going to leave you here for now. Over the next couple of hours, you may get some visitors. If company does show up, you will be expected to tend to their needs. You may only use your mouth and your hands to get them off. It is entirely possible that no one will show up. If that's the case, just stay there on your knees until the alarm goes off. Got it?"

"Got it."

"My friends value their privacy," Alison continued. "Under no circumstances are you to remove your mask. They will not offer to have sex with you, and you will not ask them to do so. You are here to take care of them. Period. Got it?"

"I got it," Mark answered. "Don't remove the mask."

"Good," Alison responded. She brushed the side of his face with the back of her hand. "One more thing. My friends won't say anything to you. They'll just come in, let you take care of them, and then they'll leave. If they're not happy with your performance, they'll pull on this rope." Janice paused and gave the line a quick tug. "So we're good?"

"Yes," Mark answered. "We're good."

"Well then," Alison said. "That should do it for us. Have a nice life."

Mark remained on his knees listening intently as Alison moved around the hotel room. He could tell she was gathering her things and preparing to leave him. In a way, her demands reminded him of his Monday night at the movies with Emily. Once again, he found himself wearing a mask, and, once again, he wouldn't be getting off.

Mark let his butt drop to the back of his calves as soon as he heard the door close behind Alison. Even if he was kneeling on the carpet with a strange contraption on his dick and a hook in his ass, Mark was grateful for the time alone. He listened carefully as strangers walked up and down the hallway outside his room. With each set of footsteps, Mark waited to hear a click at the doorway as the lock protecting his privacy gave way to a stranger.

Mark could hear the mini-fridge directly behind him. It buzzed every few minutes as the motor struggled to compete with its worn out seal. The area smelled of sanitizer and air freshener, a dead giveaway for even the finest hotel room. While not unpleasant, the odor reminded Mark that he wasn't home.

The clock slowed down for him. He had always been someone who valued time, who had appreciated and understood the distance between one life event and another. The past week had felt as if it was much longer than most, and the next couple hours could be the longest span of the current week.

As time passed, the burning in his ass calmed as did his artificially elongated erection. Could he dare hope to spend the rest of his time alone?
"What if someone does come in?" He thought to himself. He had never performed oral sex on someone before. Mark had certainly seen his share of porn, but he hadn't exactly been taking notes. He remembered Alison's warning. If the girl he was servicing wasn't happy with his efforts, she would pull the rope. This had to be the harshest of grading scales especially for someone providing oral sex for the first time.

Mark heard someone trying to get in the hotel room door. He instinctively turned his head despite his sleeping mask. If the person seeking entrance had a key card, it was likely failing her. Again and again, he heard the door handle shake. Each time he waited for the door to open and his visitor to step inside. It never opened. Eventually, he heard footsteps walking away from his room.

"Maybe someone had the wrong room," he whispered to himself. If that were the case, the person wouldn't be back. If the visitor did have the right room, it would just be a matter of minutes before she secured another key and opened the door. As much as he hoped for the former, it was likely the latter.

Mark's heart raced as he sat on his calves waiting for the door to open. Would this be his only guest? Would she be alone? Would she recognize him? Would it even be a female? As the door handle rattled once again, he knew his time alone had come to an end. He had to prepare himself; if his performance were found lacking, his ass would pay the price.

Mark listened as the girl stepped into the room and closed the door. As Alison said would be the case, the girl didn't address him in any way. He lifted his butt off his legs returning to the position Alison left him in earlier. He tried to keep his face pointing toward the bed as his mystery guest stepped into the restroom.

Mark listened as the girl turned the bathroom water on then off. He then heard the bathroom door open and footsteps approaching him.

Any softening of his dick from his time alone was almost immediately undone. Mark's cock felt as big as ever, and the rings once again prevented blood from escaping his appendage. He imagined the girl inspecting his cock strapped in leather and metal.

Even though he couldn't see his guest, Mark could sense much of what she was doing. She stood just a couple feet away from him as she stepped out of her high heels and kicked them across the floor. He heard a long gentle "zip" as the girl ran her zipper down the back of her dress, and he felt a brush of air as she pulled the dress up over her head and threw it on the floor by her shoes.

The bed springs compressed as the girl sat in front of Mark. He heard stretching nylon as she slid her pantyhose free of her hips then down her legs. Again, Mark felt a rush of air as the pantyhose flew through the hotel air to the pile forming beside the bed.

The springs decompressed as the girl stood back up. Her cool hair whipped against Mark's face momentarily as she leaned forward and pushed her panties down her legs. He again heard the bed as she sat back down in front of him.

Anticipating that the girl would make some form of contact, Mark waited attentively. He felt the hairs on his arms and legs standing up. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he could sense her knees bookending his body. She had to be sitting on the bed directly in front of him. Her naked body was mere inches from his yet he had no idea what to expect.

After a long few seconds, Mark felt the girl's hands brush through his hair before clasping onto each side of his head. Suddenly, the stranger jerked Mark downward pulling his face into her lap. As he descended toward the girl's midsection, he was able to smell her scent, faint and unfamiliar.

The girl's coarse, curly pubic hair was the first to make contact with Mark's face. He envisioned dark black hair but had no way of knowing for sure. His mouth was firmly planted in her already wet pussy.

Still nervous and keeping his tongue to himself, Mark started out with a few kisses; he figured he would take it slow at first. He rested his hands on the bed surrounding her thighs as he began pressing his face deeper and harder into the girl's lips. He felt the tip of his penis brushing against the bed frame. The coarse sheets rubbing up and down his tip only heightened his arousal. He wanted to devour the stranger.

Just as Mark was getting into his chore, he felt a gentle tug from the hook inside his asshole. He assumed the girl wanted him to move things along.

Mark grabbed the girl's thighs, one in each hand, and started licking her pussy, bottom to top. A sign of his inexperience, his motions were more of a child consuming a lollipop than of a seasoned lover pleasuring his partner. Again, he felt the hook plunge into his ass; the stranger exerted a little more force compared to her first pull.

Determined to improve his performance, Mark plunged his tongue deeper into the girl's pussy whipping against the inside of her lips and working its way to her bud. Channeling the girls from his porn videos, Mark jammed his right pointer finger into her vagina and massaged her clit with his free hand.

The woman's legs squeezed in on Mark's head as her body squirmed beneath him. Providing such excitement to the stranger was an amazing experience for him; his penis grew thicker as the sides of his stem rippled around the steel rings.

"Uhhhh," The girl moaned as Mark continued to pleasure her. "Ohhhh...Yeah...Ohhhh."

The girl's uninhibited response was new and exciting for Mark. Unlike his times with Lucy, where it was more about mechanics than anything else, he felt a physical connection of cause and effect. He never even considered how much pleasure a woman could experience from sex. The stranger's pleasure turned him on.

The girl grabbed Mark's hair and forced his face deeper and deeper between her legs. He could hardly breathe, but he wasn't about to slow down. He plunged his tongue in and out of the girl's lips while massaging her clit with one hand and penetrating her with the other. The woman squirmed and moaned as he directed all of his focus and all of his energy to the stranger's pussy.

"Ahhhh," the mystery woman screamed a final time before falling limp on the bed in front of him.

Mark pressed his face slowly back into the woman's lap just as he felt a gentle yet distinctive tug on his asshole. She wanted him to stop.

Mark retreated a foot or so dropping his butt back to his ankles. As he tried to wipe some of the goo from his face, he thought about the massive grin he must have been flashing his guest. Mark was excited, but, more so, he was proud of his accomplishment. He looked forward to trying this again with someone he knew, someone he cared about.

Mark listened as the girl dressed. He desperately wanted to pull the mask back for a quick peek. Was the girl young? What did she look like? Did she know him? These were questions he would never get answers to. He would have to be satisfied with a final kiss on the cheek before listening to the stranger walk away from him and out the door. An unexpected emptiness consumed him as the lock clicked shut and the room fell silent.

Once again, Mark was left alone with only the refrigerator's familiar hum. Knowingly violating Alison's instructions, he decided to remove his blindfold for a quick look around. He figured he would have plenty time to put it back on if he heard the door again.

Taking an even bigger risk, Mark decided he would make a quick run to the bathroom. To do so, He had to slide the ass hook free of his butthole and remove the collar from around his neck. Knowing his next guest could show up at any time, he had to move quickly. The risk was worth it. Getting that steel ball and hook out of his ass was an incredible, even if temporary, relief.

Mark waddled into the restroom and did his best to pee through the contraption on his penis. He also took a few seconds to wash his face and gargle some mouthwash. He figured his next guest, if there would be another guest, would appreciate the gesture.

As Mark jammed the hook back into his ass and returned the collar to his neck, he noticed the alarm clock by the bed. There was just over half an hour left before midnight. Even though he had no idea where the past ninety minutes had gone, Mark was thankful to be near the end of his journey.

Just as Mark took his designated position in front of the bed, he heard the door rattling again. He pulled his blindfold back on and prepared for what he hoped would be his final task of the night.

Mark listened to his second mystery guest move around the room. This girl was undressing in the bathroom rather than right next to him. He had no idea if the change in behavior was any indicator about what he should expect.

Mark sensed the girl stepping between him and the end of the bed. She was wearing a thick coat of flowery perfume, a strangely familiar scent that made his eyes water under his mask. He thought this was odd since Alison and her perfect friends would never go out with such an obnoxious odor. This all but negated the possibility that he was pleasuring someone from Alison's group. Even so, he couldn't shake the feeling that he should know who the girl was.

The bedsprings notified Mark that his guest was in place and ready for his performance. Instead of waiting for the perfume-soaked girl to summon him, he immediately leaned toward her. As he grabbed for the girl's legs, he was surprised to find her shins lifted into the air above the bed. She was lying face-down rather than on her back.

When Mark pulled back in surprise, he felt the steel hook digging into his body. The stranger expected him to proceed with his designated function. Any delay would be unacceptable.

Mark grabbed the girl's thighs and pulled them apart from each other as she hiked her ass in the air. He could tell from her legs that the girl was short and petite. Her ass was firm, and her legs were toned; he guessed that she was an athlete.

Mark pressed his face into the girl's relatively substantial thigh gap. Even from behind, he was able to get his tongue into her pussy. Mark reached his hands over the girls' legs and started rubbing her ass. When he tried to move his hands back to the bed, he felt a not-so-gentle tug against his rectum.

Mark circled the girl's pussy lips with his tongue as his finger provided a corresponding motion around the girl's butthole. The girl thrust her ass even further into the air almost forcing his finger to penetrate her. Again, the girl's wishes were clear even if she didn't say a word.

Mark drove his finger boldly into the skinny stranger's asshole as he flickered his tongue against her clit. Using his free hand, he penetrated the girl's tiny vagina. He could only get a single finger in between her lips, and, even then, it was a tight fit.

The girl moaned as Mark picked up his pace. His finger movement was fierce; the faster he rotated, the more the girl drove her pussy into his tongue. The girl lifted one leg behind herself and rested it on his shoulder; her other leg followed suit to the other side of his head. His hands in her ass and pussy were holding the girl in place as her thighs clenched in on his skull. The girl's body formed a bridge from the bed to Mark's face as her legs extended over the back of his shoulders.

The girl's hips rotated on Marks' face; she swung her body forward and back on the bed moving him along with her. She let out a guttural scream as her legs tightened around the sides of his head. The girl's body convulsed and seized. His head and neck hurt almost as much as his ass; His dick rubbed against the bed in front of him but refused to cum.

With a final scream, the girl relaxed on the bed allowing Mark to fall back onto the floor. He just sat there exhausted and aching. He wasn't sure he could force himself back to his knees even if he wanted to. He was spent.

Just as the guest before her, the skinny athletic girl gathered her things and quietly left the room. As the door shut behind her, the alarm clock by the bed buzzed. It was twelve o'clock.

Chapter Six

The morning light pierced the hotel curtains and burned Mark's eyes; his torso shot up responsively from the plush bed. It took him a few seconds to collect himself before finally remembering that he was in a hotel room, the same room Alison left him in the night before. He recalled that she left sleeping pills and some water on the nightstand. He must have taken the pills and passed out.

Looking at the empty glass, Mark remembered the leather strap and metal loops that were strapped to his penis. It was because of the device, after all, that he needed the sleeping pills, to begin with. He looked under the sheet at his member and was glad to see the rings and leather were gone. But how?

As Mark dropped his head back to his pillow, he noticed that he wasn't alone in the bed. A girl was lying there with her back to him. She had short blonde hair; she was wearing a pink night shirt and white bikini panties. Part of her back panty line had tucked into her butt cheek creating a thong effect.

It didn't take Mark long to recognize the pink shirt. It was the same top Brooke wore into the study room that first morning he met her. She was the first person to make him strip as part of his punishment for spying on the girls' shower.

Putting the pieces together, Mark assumed that Brooke had come into the room after he had fallen asleep. She must have removed the device from his penis then draped a sheet over him. He wasn't sure he was ready to forgive Brooke just yet, but he was glad to wake up next to her.

As Mark got out of bed, he noticed his clothes, the same outfit he removed in the study room the night before, on the chair beside him. He grabbed the pile of clothes and made his way to the restroom for a quick shower.

As Mark stepped out of the bathroom following his shower, Brooke was already dressed and ready to go.

"How's it feel?" Brooke asked.

"How's what feel?" Mark returned. Despite the shower, he was still groggy from the sleeping pills.

"Freedom," Brooke said with a smile. "You're a free man."

Mark smiled. They both knew the answer to her question.

* * * *

Just over a couple weeks later on a Monday, Mark found himself once again at his regular seat in the cafeteria. He was watching a guy sitting by himself mourning the loss of his girlfriend. Mark had watched their relationship from afar for most of the semester. They had been on and off again for a while, but Mark was somehow sure this would be it for the couple. As bad as he felt for the guy, Mark hoped the stranger realized that this could be a new beginning, a new adventure even.

On the other side of the dining hall, Mark saw Janice and Lucy. He had passed the girls around campus a few times since the end of his penance, but he had yet to speak a word to either girl. He assumed they would never talk again.

Later that day, Janice's computer would crash. She would be able to get it fixed but would lose all of her old emails and the contents of her cloud drive. Mark had heard rumblings that she was already blackmailing some other guy. If that were the case, the evidence against the other victim would be lost as well.

Mark had saved a copy of Janice's files and emails. As he dug through all the information, he found out that she had been doing a hell of a lot more than making guys strip for her. Janice was extorting money from several men, including Brooke's father, and she was cheating on virtually every one of her classes. If Janice ever made her way back into his life, he would have everything he needed to make her back off.

Mark gave Brooke all the evidence regarding her father. It turned out that Janice and Brooke's father were involved long before he ended up naked at the sorority house. He figured it would be Brooke's decision how she wanted to handle things, but he hoped she would let her father off the hook. Mark, after all, was well too aware of how easy it was to fall into Janice's trap.

Mark started gathering his things. Since it was Monday, he had a long afternoon of classes in front of him.

"Hey, stranger," a voice came from behind him. He felt cold hands wrapping around his eyes.

"Who is it?" Mark asked. It could be any one of several girls.

Emily swung her head around his and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Did you miss me?"

"Uh...Hi, Emily," Mark said. He hadn't seen Emily since his first night of service a few weeks earlier.

Emily sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around his back. "I missed you the last couple of weeks."

"You missed me? I'm sorry...What is that?"

"You know," Emily said. "I miss our Monday dates."

"Our Monday dates?" Mark returned. "You know that was a one-time thing. Right?

"I do," Emily acknowledged. "It's just that I think we should get together every week."

"Every week," Mark stated. "Are you even serious?"

"I am serious," Emily insisted. "Since this is Monday, I need you in my dorm room by seven tonight."

"Your dorm room?" Mark asked. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I told you to," Emily said. "Because I told you to, and because you want to."

"But what would you make me do?" Mark asked curiously.

"Whatever I want," Emily answered. "That's how it works. You do whatever I tell you to without question."

"What about other people? Would Janna be there?"

"It would be whatever I want," Emily insisted. "That's how it works. Janna will be there if I want her there. If I invite someone else, then someone else will be there."

Mark scowled at Emily. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to ask him this. He'd paid his dues already, and she wanted more.

Emily gave Mark a kiss on the top of his head. "I'll see you at seven."

"No, you won't," Mark answered. "I'm done with that."

Emily smiled at him. "I'll see you at seven," she repeated confidently before turning and walking away from the table.

Mark watched Emily walk away from him and out of the cafeteria. Her curly blonde hair bounced freely and confidently with each step. Her short skirt swung back and forth against her thighs as her top slid up her back revealing just a hint of skin.

Mark thought about his night with Emily, how she tortured him in the movie theater and made him streak across campus. He also thought about how she rewarded him when his night was over. The image of her kneeling on her dorm room floor, naked and waiting for him, was permanently etched in his consciousness.

"Are you out of your mind?" a familiar voice sounded from behind him. "You're actually considering her demands. Aren't you?"

"Monica, hi," Mark said as his former high-school classmate joined his table. "You were listening to our conversation?"

Monica laughed. She leaned back in her chair and rested her hands on top of her head. "I'm not spying on you, Mark. I was just curious. That's all."

"It doesn't matter," Mark said. "I don't think I'll go through with it anyway."

"You don't like her?" Monica asked in reference to Emily. "She is kind of hot."

"It's not that," Mark said. "It's just that...Well, it's been a long few weeks. I just want to finish school and get on with my life. I hate it here."

"You hate college?" Monica quipped. "You think it'll be any better when you graduate? Life is what you make of it, Mark."

"Life will be better," he insisted. "I'll make it better."

"Good for you," Monica said. "What if I told you the rest of your time in college could be better too? Much better."

Mark looked curiously at Monica. She was clearly planning something which made him nervous. The last time she'd had a plan it involved tying him to a bed naked in front of his stepsister. "Better?" He asked. "How so?"

"What about Emily?" Monica followed. "I understand that she put you through the paces. Didn't you have to streak across campus for her?"
"She put me through hell," Mark said. "You both did."

Monica smiled and turned her head. "We did. Didn't we?"

"You did," Mark insisted.

Monica leaned into the table toward Mark and whispered softly. "What if you could turn the tables on Emily? What if you were the one giving the orders? What if she had to do as you demanded?"

"I don't understand," Mark said. "Why would she do that?"

"Because you'll have something she wants," Monica assured him. "You'll have something she needs more than anything else in this world."

Chapter Seven

Emily sat alone in her dorm room waiting for her evening's entertainment; Mark was late, and she hoped he hadn't decided against his proposed servitude. According to her plan, he would join her every Monday night at seven o'clock sharp. He would be her property to do with as she saw fit. He would be her muse, her toy, and her sex slave; all he had to do was show up.

Ever since her first night with Mark, Emily couldn't get their time together out of her mind.

With a knock on her door, Emily realized Mark was, in fact, going to show up for his evening of humiliation. The hair on the back of her neck and arms stood at attention as she thought about what was to come.

"You're late," Emily said opening the door for him. "You better come in here and get undressed."

Mark walked past Emily slowly without saying a word. He dropped his green backpack to the floor. Even though the satchel appeared empty, it clanked against the ground like metal weights in a gym.

"Well," Emily said to him impatiently as she closed her door. She turned around and leaned against the door with her arms crossed over her chest. "Get those clothes off. We're going to have to work out some sort of punishment for being late."

Mark purposefully stepped over to Emily's desk and sat in her chair. This was the same chair she had sat in when scheduling him for his first evening of servitude. So much had changed since that night a few weeks earlier. Even more was about to change.

"Actually," Mark said to Emily as he fought to keep a straight face. "We're going to switch things up tonight."

"I'm sorry," Emily said. "What's that?"

"Starting tonight," Mark insisted. "You're going to do as I say."

"Fuck you," Emily snapped. "We had an arrangement. If you want to pussy out, that's your business, but there's no way I'm letting you tell me what to do."

"Take off your clothes," Mark ordered without hesitation. "Take off all your clothes."

"Kiss my ass," Emily said pulling her door back open and extending an arm toward the empty hallway. "Get the fuck out of my room."

"You have two minutes," Mark said. "If you're not completely naked in two minutes, you'll never pass the Law School Admissions Test."

Emily closed the door nervously and took a few steps toward Mark. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," Mark responded resting his feet on Emily's desk. "Why didn't you just level with your parents, to begin with?"

"That's none of your fucking business," Emily responded. "So what. I lied to my parents. Do you really think that's enough to make me strip for you?"

"I don't," Mark answered. "But I have the means to ensure you pass the test for real. You'll get into the law school of your choice, and your parents will never be the wiser."

"You're so full of shit," Emily responded. "Do you really think you're going to get my clothes off that easily?"

"It's your choice," Mark insisted. He pressed a hand against the top of Emily's desk as if he was about to get up. "This is a one-time offer. After tonight, you're on your own. Hopefully, your third time taking the L-SAT is a charm."

"Hold on," Emily said. She stepped toward him and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You could help me pass the test? Really?"

"I could," Mark insisted. "You won't even have to retake it."

"And all I have to do is strip naked for you?"

"No," Mark responded coldly. He leaned back in Emily's office chair folding his arms over his chest. "That's not all you'll have to do for me. Not even close."

"What then?" Emily asked. "What else would you make me do?"

"Are you kidding me?" Mark snapped. "After everything you put me through?"

"But you agreed to that," Emily insisted.

"I did," Mark conceded. "Now I'm asking you to agree to my terms."

"But what are your terms?" Emily asked. "You could string me along forever if you wanted, and I don't even know you can fix my score?"

"You don't know," Mark replied. "That's true. I fully understand if you'd prefer to take your chances with the test again. Who knows? Maybe your first two attempts were flukes."

"But you'll tell my parents?" Emily asked. "My dad will cut me off if he finds out about the tests."

"I'm not telling your parents anything," Mark said insistently. "You can ask me to leave right now, and you'll never hear from me again. What you tell your parents is your problem."

"But how do I know you can help me?" Emily asked.

"You have to trust me," Mark insisted.

"I don't know," Emily said. "I have no way of knowing you're telling me the truth."

"I guess not," Mark responded as he stood up and started past Emily. "Best of luck."

"Hold on," Emily said. She grabbed his arm and walked him back to the chair. "Just sit down. This isn't easy for me."

"It wasn't easy for me," Mark reminded Emily. "You have one minute to make up your mind."

"At least tell me how you're going to fix my score," Emily demanded. "That's only fair."

"You know what would be fair?" Mark responded looking at his watch. "It would be fair for you to get naked right now. That would be fair. You had no problem making me strip for you, making me streak across campus, torturing me in front of your friends."

Emily looked back and forth between Mark and the door. She really wanted to kick him out of her room. She had no idea how he knew she failed her law school entrance exam twice, and she couldn't be sure that he could actually help her. At the same time, she worried that she couldn't pass the test on her own. For some reason, she was dreadful at taking tests. She always had been.

Mark sat quietly with his arms folded over his chest. He stared unapologetically at his nervous host. "Thirty seconds."

The room started spinning in Emily's head. This couldn't be happening to her. Sure, Mark had seen her naked before but not like this. What would he make her do? Considering how badly she abused him, he would certainly make her suffer. Was she really at his mercy now?

Emily pulled her t-shirt over her blonde hair revealing a white cotton bra. Immediately, she clutched the loose shirt over her chest. Her fingers gripped the garment so tightly that she lost most of the feeling in her fingers.

"Well," Mark said. "It's not like I haven't seen you before."

Mark was correct. He had seen Emily naked before. To her, this was little consolation.

Still clutching her shirt, Emily dropped her hands below her waist. Looking toward the floor, she could see her arms trembling as she forced herself to let go of the t-shirt. She couldn't understand why this was so difficult; she had never been an exceedingly shy person.

Trying to avoid eye contact with Mark, Emily unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her legs. She let the pants fall to the ground beside her abandoned shirt and paused to see if he might accept her concession. Maybe, just perhaps, he would let her keep the bra and panties on.

Mark smirked at Emily and looked at his watch. He wasn't even about to discuss her attempt at modesty.

Emily understood his insistence; it wasn't like she let him keep his underwear during their encounters.

Emily reached between her sizeable tits and unhooked her white bra. She slid the straps free of her shoulders and let the brassiere fall to the ground. Immediately, she hooked her left arm over her exposed breasts. She used her right arm to slide her white panties down her chiseled legs. As soon as the underwear fell free of her knees, she cupped her right hand over her pussy.

Grinning ear-to-ear, Mark leaned forward in Emily's chair. With his finger, he motioned for her to drop her arms.

Emily moved both hands to her sides and stood naked in front of him.

"Very nice," Mark said. His eyes scanned slowly up and down Emily's naked figure.

Emily stood quietly while he took his time admiring her exposed body. It felt like an eternity as she stood in the middle of her dorm room trying to avoid eye contact. His silence was deafening. The building's air conditioner burred through the vent. She could hear other students congregating six stories below her window. Even though only Mark could see her naked body, she felt as though she was exposed before a throng of fellow students.

Emily wanted to break the silence and ask him exactly what he expected of her now that her clothes had been removed, but somehow she knew he was waiting for her to speak. Even if it took all night, she was not going to be the one to utter the next words.

Without saying anything, and perhaps to coax Emily from her silence, Mark started rummaging through her desk.

"He'll have to do more than that to rattle me," Emily thought to herself. She wasn't naïve enough to believe she had the upper hand; even so, she was going to cling to whatever free will she had left.

After digging through Emily's drawers, Mark opened her laptop. He positioned the cursor on the login password and turned the device to Emily. Still without a saying a word, she stepped up to the desk and quickly typed in her password. He turned the computer screen back toward himself and started typing while she took two steps back to the middle of the room and stood quietly with her arms at her sides.

Emily watched Mark as he pecked around on her computer for a few minutes. She was worried about what he might be doing.

Finally, Mark turned the computer back toward Emily and motioned at the screen. She stepped forward enough to realize he was pointing out her law school test score. She could hardly believe her eyes. Just like that, her failing grade had improved dramatically. She was now in the nation's top tenth percentile.

"How'd you do that," Emily said breaking her silence. She leaned into the desk and pulled the computer forward as though she didn't trust her own eyesight. "This is incredible."

"I'm glad you're pleased," Mark responded. "Now take a seat."

Still giddy about her improved score, Emily sat down on the bed. She crossed her hands over her lap more out of habit than modesty; distracted by her new test score, she almost forgot about being naked. "Mark, thank you so much," Emily exclaimed. "I can't even tell you how much this means to me."

Mark shuffled in the chair resting his elbows on Emily's desk. "I'm glad you're happy. That test will stay there as long as you go along with my plan."

Emily leaned in on her body leaving one arm on her lap and wrapping the other around her naked tits. Her sense of vulnerability rushed back over her as she realized he was going to make her pay for the improved test score. "Your plan?" she queried nervously. "What plan are you talking about?"

"Come on, Emily," Mark stated. "You can't think I would change your score for this. I want to be fair and all, but think about everything you put me through."

"But that was different," Emily insisted. "You agreed to our arrangement. You had a choice."

"And you have a choice too," Mark added. "Honestly, I'm not willing to argue about this anymore. At any point, you can kick me out of here. You'll never hear from me again, but you'll also have to retake the L-SAT."

"But what about..."

"That's all there is to it," Mark insisted. "Assuming you don't want me to leave, I'll walk you through the next steps in our plan."

"But what about..."

"Nope," Mark interrupted. "No more questions. Okay?"

"Sure," Emily relented. She hung her head in defeat. "Whatever."

"Good," Mark responded as he walked over to his backpack. "That's better."

Mark reached into his bag and retrieved a couple of padlocks. He opened the locks and removed the keys from their keyholes. He then set the locks on Emily's desk and slipped the keys into his pockets.

"I'm going to head back to my room," Mark said. "While I'm gone, I need you to move all of your clothes into your closet and your top drawer. Make sure to include all your underwear and even your towels, anything you would possibly wear out of your dorm room." Mark pointed out the hasps on Emily's closet and top drawer. "Once all your clothes are moved, secure them with these padlocks."

"You want me to lock up all my clothes?" Emily asked anxiously. "I never made you do that."

"Once everything is locked up tight," Mark continued without responding to Emily's complaint. "Come up to my room and see me."

"Go to your room?" Emily asked in a panic. "Like this?"

"Yes," Mark insisted. "Exactly like that."

"But...But I'm naked," Emily begged. "Mark, please don't do this to me. It's different for girls."

"It is different," Mark said. "But we're not arguing about that anymore. If you make it to my room in thirty minutes, I won't make you run around campus that way."

Emily had never seen someone change so much in such a short period of time. Just a few weeks earlier, she had stripped Mark naked in a movie theater and tied him to his chair before teasing and taunting him for several hours. Now he was not only standing up for himself, but he was also making demands of her. She was simultaneously furious and horny as hell.

"Good luck," Mark said with a smile as he grabbed Emily's door and pulled it open. He took a final look at Emily, who was cowering on the edge of her bed, then stepped out of her room leaving the door wide open.

As soon as he stepped out of view, Emily rushed to her door and slammed it closed. A couple of her neighbors caught a glimpse of her streaking across the room, but she didn't give them enough time to offer comment.

She leaned her back against the closed door and slid down to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and dropped her head. Even though Emily was thinking about whether to follow through with Mark's demands, she knew very well there wasn't much of a choice to be made. She had a chance to get into law school, and she had to take it.

After gathering her thoughts, Emily realized she needed to keep moving. Mark, after all, suggested that if she didn't make it to his room in thirty minutes, he would have her streak across campus. Since she made him do exactly that a few weeks earlier, she had to believe he would make good on his threat.

With the clock ticking, Emily had to move all of her clothes into her main closet and her top dresser drawer, both of which would be locked with a padlock. Unfortunately for her, she would be locking the entirety of her wardrobe away without access to the keys. Once the task was complete, she would need Mark's permission to access her clothing.

Thirty minutes was plenty of time to move her belongings around but not enough to do so in an organized fashion. Emily had to stuff all of her dresses, jeans, blouses, shirts, and accessories into the closet. She then placed her underwear and smaller items in the drawer. It hardly a neat fit, but everything crammed in there.

After jamming the closet shut, Emily stepped over to her desk and carefully lifted the heavy metal locks. This was her point of no return. Emily knew that once the locks were in place, she would have to make her way up to the seventh floor for whatever else Mark had in mind.

Emily took a second to convince herself that this was the right thing to do, that getting into law school was worth whatever humiliation Mark would put her through. She thought about what her father might say if he found out that she had failed the law school admissions test twice and then proceeded to lie to him about her score. Having to run up the dorm stairs naked had to be better than facing her family and owning up to her lie.

Emily hooked the locks into the hasp loops, took a deep breath, and then locked her clothes away from herself. In effect, she just committed to following through with Mark's plan whatever it may be. The tables had officially turned. Her subject had become her master.

Emily looked at the clock on her phone; she had twenty minutes to get to Mark's room. Since he was almost directly above her room on the seventh floor, she didn't have a long way to go. Emily wasn't sure how to make the trek without any clothes. She would certainly pass several guys along the way. How would she explain her lack of wardrobe, and how would they react to seeing her roaming the halls naked?

Emily cracked open her door just enough to look down the sixth-floor hallway. There were a couple of girls hanging near the shower, and they didn't look like they might be moving along anytime soon. She thought about going to the back hallway but worried that it might not be a safe place for a naked woman.

Emily decided to give the loitering girls a minute to clear out even though there wasn't a tremendous amount of time to waste. Thankfully, the group moved along in relatively short order. The sixth-floor hallway was clear, and she knew it wouldn't remain that way for long.

Emily tiptoed out of her room and quietly shut the door. As the latch clicked shut, a chill shot up her spine. The reality of her situation flooded her consciousness.

Emily ran as fast as she could down the hallway into the foyer where a couple of students were exiting the elevator. She immediately jumped into the seventh-floor stairway and ran around the corner. Thankfully, the students from the elevator moved past the stairwell and down the sixth-floor hallway. Emily was halfway to Mark's room, but the toughest leg of her journey was yet to come.

Emily pressed her body to the stairway wall as she peeked into the seventh-floor. Since only boys occupied this level, she was about to take a tremendous risk. Fortunately, the hallway was completely vacant.

Not wanting to wait for company, Emily darted down the row of rooms toward Mark's abode. Just as she passed the guys' shower, a younger boy stepped into the hallway.

"Oh," the boy said in reference to Emily as she stood with her back to the wall and her arms draped over her tits and pussy. "You're...you're naked." The boy appeared only slightly less nervous than she.

"Sorry," Emily said. "I'm here for a friend of mine. He dared me to come out like this."

"Oh," the boy returned moving past Emily. "Okay."

Emily was glad the boy didn't decide to hang out with or follow her. Even so, there was no time to waste. As soon as the boy passed by, she turned away from him and continued down the hall toward Mark's room. She could sense the boy checking out her naked ass, but she figured that was the least of her concerns.

Just as Emily made it to Mark's room, she heard a couple other guys stepping into the hallway. Thankfully, Mark's door was slightly ajar. Rather than knocking, she burst into his room unannounced and slammed the door shut.

To Emily's surprise, Mark wasn't in his room. She figured he had run to the bathroom or to the snack machine. He couldn't have gone far since the door had been left open. She would just have to wait for him to come back.

Emily thought about wrapping herself in Mark's blanket but opted instead to simply sit on his bed with one hand on her lap and the other over her breasts.

As she sat waiting for Mark, Emily listened to guys passing up and down the hallway. Even though she was safely inside his room, she worried that she could be exposed to those boys at any time. How severe her humiliation ended up being was in Mark's hands. Unfortunately, she had been nothing short of cruel when their roles were reversed. She had no reason to believe he would extend her the same mercy she denied him.
After an excruciating hour of waiting, Emily heard Mark walking down the hall toward his dorm room. Even though he didn't speak to anyone along the way, she was certain who the approaching individual was. She was thankful that she would finally get a better feel for what he would expect of her; at the same time, the idea of hearing his plan scared the shit out of her.

Emily stood to her feet by Mark's bed as she heard the door handle turning.

"Mark," Emily said as her host entered the room. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Really?" Mark retorted. "Why are you happy to see me?"

"Because," Emily sputtered nervously. "Because I...I just wanted to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Mark said. He sat on the bed next to Emily and patted the mattress. "Have a seat. Why are you apologizing?"

"Because," Emily responded. She sat on the bed next to Mark resting her hand on his thigh. "I wasn't exactly kind to you when...Well, you know."

Mark looked down at Emily's hand suspiciously. He didn't say a word.

"I know this isn't the best time to do this," Emily inserted after a long pause. "But I really am sorry for everything. You have no reason to believe me, but it's true. I am sorry."

"I don't mean to be an ass," Mark responded. "It's just that it doesn't really matter whether you're sorry or not."

"It doesn't matter?" Emily asked. She pulled her hand from Mark's lap and slid back on his bed. "Why doesn't it matter?"

Mark turned on the mattress toward Emily; he grabbed her hand and gently placed it back on his lap. "Anyone can be sorry," he said coldly. "What I want to know is how you're going to make things right."

"Make things right?" Emily asked. "Of course, I'll make things right. What do you want me to do? Just tell me how I can make it right."

"Tell you?" Mark scoffed coldly. "Why don't you tell me? What are you going to do for me?"

Emily slid farther back on the mattress away from him. She really wanted him to just come out with it and tell her exactly what his demands were. Why was he playing this fucking game?

Mark smiled back at Emily without a word; he apparently enjoyed watching her squirm.

"Tell you what," Emily said. "Lay back for me a second." Emily crawled toward him pressing his body onto the bed. "I don't expect this to make us even," Emily added. "But it'll be a start."

Emily unbuckled Mark's belt and unzipped his pants. She then grabbed his waistband and pulled the khakis down his legs; she threw the trousers to the floor beside the bed.

Emily slid her fingernails gently up Mark's legs all the way to the bottom of his black briefs. She then gently rubbed a finger over his growing penis as his erection filled out his underwear.

Mark lifted his head and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but Emily gently pushed his head back to the pillow. "I'm taking care of everything tonight," Emily said as she dropped her face to his center.

Emily brushed her cheek against the mound in Mark's underwear as she scraped her nails gingerly around his stomach. Using her teeth, Emily gently gripped the sides of his rod through the covering. She then licked the bottom of his belly along the elastic waistband.

Mark reached down and hooked his thumbs into the sides of his underwear; Emily grabbed his hands from the underwear and gently moved them up to the bed posts. "I told you," she said. "I'm taking care of you tonight."

Emily immediately grabbed the sides of his underwear and pulled them down his thighs. Mark's dick sprung upward already pulsating with excitement. Emily rubbed his rod gently with the back of her hand then paused to pull his underwear down his legs.

Emily stepped off the mattress; she grabbed Mark's legs and pulled his feet to the bottom of the bed. She then crawled back on top of him and straddled his torso with her ass to his face.

With one hand, Emily cupped Mark's ball sack while she gently ran her other hand up and down his rod. Emily leaned forward and blew gently on the tip of his penis. She could tell that he was about to blow his load at any time, and she wanted to make his experience last as long as it possibly could.

Emily ran her hands down Mark's legs as she lifted her ass in the air over his head. She slowly dropped her snatch into his face. She could feel his warm breath against her pussy lips and the tip of his nose barely penetrating her ass crack.

Emily cupped Mark's balls with her left hand and pulled them toward her. She reached between his legs with her right hand and gently slid her middle finger up and down his crack then slowly working it into his anus. As Emily's finger inserted into his asshole, she felt his tongue plunging indiscriminately into her pussy lips.

As Emily continued to caress the pucker of Mark's asshole, she leaned forward wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Emily circled his tip with her tongue momentarily before plunging her mouth down his shaft. Emily took Mark's entire cock into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. Emily could feel him squirming beneath her as he jammed his groin into her face. Emily could taste his pre-cum in her mouth, and she knew there was much more to follow.

Emily turned around across Mark's torso and leaned into his neck. She let her pussy bob over the top of his cock as she licked up the side of his cheek and nibbled on his ear. Emily wrapped her hands around his wrists extended over his head and jammed her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. She could taste her own cum in his mouth as she slid her dripping pussy down his cock. Her pussy contracted immediately squeezing hard against his dick pulling it deeper into her body.

Emily sat up on top of Mark and started bobbing her body up and down. Blood jetted down her spine to her pussy and adrenaline filled her body. "Ahhhh," she screamed as he thrust his hips in opposition to her movements. Just as she started to come herself, she felt Mark's semen filling her pussy. She had the best orgasm of her life, and there wasn't a close second.

After taking a minute or so to recover, Emily rolled off him and slid off the bed. She looked down at him as he crossed his arms over his forehead. His speechless expression beamed with satisfaction. There would be no further conversation about their arrangement. There was nothing left to say.

Emily grabbed a couple of folded white towels from the top of Mark's dresser. She carefully draped one over Mark's shrinking dick and clutched the other to her chest.

"Can I please have a towel for myself, Mr. Griffin?" Emily asked politely.

"Sure," Mark replied still barely able to get noise from his throat.

"Thank you," Emily responded as she wrapped the towel around her body. "Do you need anything else from me tonight?"

"No," Mark replied. "I'm good for now."

Emily leaned into Mark and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much for helping me with my test score."

"Sure," Mark replied.

"From here on out, I'm available to you whenever you want me," Emily whispered into Mark's ear. "I'm going to come see you every night at seven. You can send me home or do whatever you want with me. Either way, I belong to you."

Mark slid up on his bed. Still in shock, he didn't say anything.

"Have a good night, Mr. Griffin," Emily said as she grabbed the door knob. "If it suits you, I would love some clothes for school tomorrow, but that's your decision."

"Sure," Mark replied. "Clothes for school. Tomorrow."

"Oh, Mr. Griffin," Emily said as she started to open the door. "There's one more thing."

"One more thing?" Mark asked. "What is it?"

"Janice," Emily responded. Draped only in her towel, she leaned expectantly on the doorframe.

"Janice?" Mark replied. "What about her?"

"She owes you," Emily said matter-of-factly. "It may take some time, but we'll set things right with her too. I'm going to help you."

Mark rolled onto his side. He stared affectionately at Emily. "You're going to help me?"

"That's right, Mr. Griffin," Emily said. "You're going to balance the scales, and I'm going to help you do it."

"Wow," Mark replied. He rubbed his face as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Okay. I would like that."

"Good night, Mr. Griffin," Emily said. She blew him a final kiss then stepped out of his room and closed the door.

Mark stared up at the ceiling and thought about the past few weeks. "Good night, Emily."

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