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HALLOWEEN HUMILIATION
(MF/F, Humiliation, Blackmail, Slavery, BDSM)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

Cindy looked at herself one last time on the mirror  she almost teared up in embarrassment, but she squashed that right away. No crying ever  that was one of the strict rules of her Master and taking another painful punishment would hardly make things better: Shed do as he wanted at the end anyway, she knew she had no choice.

What she saw on the mirror was not a University of Miami Junior  what she saw was a perfectly dolled up Catholic schoolgirl, except of course no Catholic schoolgirl would actually be dressed up so slutty: She wore a blue & grey plaid, pleated skirt, that was far too short to be ever allowed inside a real high school. It didnt even reach mid-thigh. She had a white blouse that was at least one size too small, so that her already ample breasts pushed out the front of the blouse as if trying to break free off their fabric cage. The slightly sheer material could hardly conceal a lacy black bra underneath. The skirt was so short that it wouldnt take too much effort to spot her matching black thong underneath, either On her feet, she wore little girlish white anklet socks and shiny black sandals, except that these were very un-schoolgirl-like at a good 4 inches. It was an outfit that screamed rape me.. rape me right here. 

Everything about her outfit seemed designed to catch utmost attention. Dressed as this, Cindy would be nothing but a male fantasy straight out of porn magazines, walking about the Campus. Shed arrived in the Security Office looking like any other college girl, wearing jeans, t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers  and shed soon leave like the self-mocking portrait of a fantasy call-girl

The excuse for such shameless display was supposed to be Halloween - often some of the students did show up in costumes to class on Halloween. But Cindy knew no one else would be showing up dressed more wantonly than a common stripper. She was being sent out to the campus this morning as mere amusement and fantasy material for her classmates

You look good enough to eat, slave

She turned to face her Master  he stood huge at 66. He was dark as night, but his powerful eyes shined with glee. His strong, black muscles stretched the fabric of his Campus Security uniform. 

So good in fact, Im almost tempted for a second blow-job this morning. 

Cindy dropped on her knees at once, parting her thighs and stretching her tiny skirt. She looked down at the floor and locked her hands in the small of her back. 

Can this worthless slut suck your cock again, Master? she asked, her voice dripping with fake eagerness to serve the pleasure of her Master.

This was one of her rituals  every morning Cindy made her way to the Security Headquarters of the university to provide a long, gingerly performed blow-job to her Master, which usually produced her breakfast in the form of a protein shake. First of many such tasks to be performed throughout the day for her Master Shed just completed her morning duty in Masters private office 10 minutes ago, after which hed given her the Halloween costume she was to wear for the day 

Bruce seemed to ponder his slaves offering

He was the Assistant Head of Security. A former football player and an ex-Marine who was built like a black wall of bricks, he was in his mid-forties, but he looked a good 10 years younger than that. The actual Head of Security was a middle-aged, fat white man, who was basically never around. Bruces job had often offered him occasional perks  but the small stash of cocaine hed seized from Cindys on-campus apartment had topped it all with a wide margin, no question about it

Ever since their present arrangement had kicked off, Bruce had made one thing perfectly clear: Cindy was nothing but a sex-slave to him. A tool for pleasure and entertainment. Nothing more, but a source of amusement. He had a highly black and highly beautiful girlfriend. He would not ordinarily come near a white little slut with a six-foot pole and he was not one of those black men who got excited at the prospect of having a white girl in their arms. He thought white girls were good for fucking, and, by and large, little more than that 

He had especially developed a deep contempt for the rich-bitch types hed had to endure on campus in the seven years he worked at University of Miami. He had no plans beyond fucking, abusing, and humiliating Cindy, to make up for past slights of her ilk, most of which he figured he must have just imagined  that made toying with his little slave no less fun The girl was drop-dead gorgeous, Bruce had to admit. He made sure to enjoy his pretty, young, proud slave repeatedly And the slightest disobedience, slightest hesitation, slightest mistake was punished with his heavy leather belt  Bruce was not the kind of man that tolerated even the tiniest drop of disobedience. He was sure Cindy, and not to mention more than a few guys he knew at work, would be mightily surprised when he was around his girlfriend  she was black & beautiful, true, but also a fierce little bitch, too Unlike Cindy, shed take no shit from anyone, including  especially in fact - Bruce

But Cindy... Cindy would take anything... 

On second thought, Ill leave that to later.. he announced, looking nonchalantly at the blonde girl kneeling before him. She was just a little bug to be toyed with. Off you go to class, slut  and dont forget todays rules. The rules Bruce had given along with the costume

Cindy swallowed hard.

Yes Master. I wont forget Master. she said before slowly rising to her feet. She took her book bag, and hanged the straps over her back, pushing her sizeable chest even further out, and rushed out the door.

She knew there would be hell waiting for her all day 

*****

It hadnt been more than 5 minutes when Cindy ran into Scott  theyd been on the same co-ed dorm floor in freshman year. He was a fairly overweight boy with thick eyeglasses  he was a nerd basically, except that he wasnt all that bright as far as Cindy could tell. Her face was already turning red from her first encounter with a known figure, looking ridiculous as she was.

Hi Scott she said, doing her best to walk past him in hurry. 

Wow, you look hot Cindy! Scott said, catching up with the young woman. Cindy was well aware that showing this much leg & breasts would be enough to lure any man in anyway; dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, how could she ever shake anyone off?

She tried to ignore more gawking comments from Scott as she walked towards her next class, yet he insisted on keeping up with her. She was sure Scott had already had a crash on him, but shed never encouraged it, had she? Half the boys in the freshman class had had a crash on him, even though she was dating only the upperclassmen. She barely listened to what Scott was saying  all she wanted was to get away. 

She was clearly getting one look after another from each passer-by  she could swear every single guy turned around and did a double-take to watch her ass sway under the tiny schoolgirl skirt, including staff and teachers... And more than a few made a lewd comment on her appearance as they walked by  Cindy kept her head straight even as her face turned a deeper shade of red each time. The girls looks seemed to vary between surprise and outraged disapproval. But some of them did a double-take as well  Cindy wondered how many actually liked what they saw, and how many were actually lesbians - the thought made her stomach turn. It was at times like this that her natural beauty and, in all honesty, perfectly-toned body seemed like a burden to carry. Everyone loved to see a girl like Cindy in a skimpy, kinky outfit  and couldnt get better than a schoolgirl uniform, could it?

At least no one seemed to make a stop and attempt small-talking, which was a relief so far. Perhaps because Scott was still trailing him like a puppy.

So, Scott Cindy said. My class is here, I have to split

She uttered a hurried bye, and started making her way towards the building without waiting for an answer. But Scott was yelling after her: Hey, Cindy, lookie here! he cried.

What?. She was really getting pissed off with Scott.

Im afraid youre gonna have to skip this class Scott announced with glee. And before she could protest, the fat boy with thick glasses had already stuck his hand in his backpack and taken out an item: It was a shiny, red colored ruler

Cindys heart sank. Scott! Scott had one?! This fat little loser had a red ruler..!

So, darling, follow me Scott said with renewed confidence. Cindy looked around helplessly, knowing full well she had to follow Scott  Masters rules were to be obeyed at all times, and there would be hell to pay if she even so much as hesitated. But how could Scott have anything to do with Master? She knew some people would have these red rulers today, and the thought had been eating away at her heart since the morning, even worse than her outrageous, whorish outfit  but Scott? Shed figured Master would have given those to a couple guys from the black fraternity on campus

She followed Scott into the small patch of woods inside the Campus, a sufficiently secluded area, though you could always run into security personnel or wanderers.

Ok, girl you know the drill Scott said, with a smirk he could barely contain. He was somewhat embarrassed too but that was clearly overshadowed by his excitement.

Cindy hesitated only for a moment  what good was resistance? She bent over, and grabbed her ankles, letting her little plaid skirt turn over and drop over her blouse. Scott gladly helped, pushing it down over her waist and exposing her bottom, hardly covered with her black thong in place. Her face burned with humiliation. She wanted to disappear into thin air. 

So I gotta do this. Just 10 strokes. Cindy closed her eyes, and braised for the first smack. It landed with a loud whap. And it stung, its pain washing over belatedly, drawing a little shriek from Cindy. She promised to muffle herself  the last thing shed want on earth would be for people to come see whats going on.

You know that doesnt count Scott said almost sadly. Youre supposed to count

Cindy remembered the rules her Master had set out that morning with dismay. What was happening to her? Here she was, a grown woman of 21 years age, a Junior in college, up till recently highly popular and well-respected, and here she was now, gettingspanked!.. in the middle of the campus, by a guy whod forever had a crush on her and to whom shed been totally unreachable till this very morning!

Second smack landed loudly as well, with biting pain. Cindy let out a small yelp, but she managed to follow up on it: One!...

 One, Sir is what youre supposed to say Scott said with a smirk. But Ill be good and count that one.

He landed another stroke and this time Cindy delivered the full phrase after her cry: Two, Sir!

Smack Smack.. Smack.. the blows continued to land, each time followed by a shriek and a respectful count from the blonde girl. Soon, it was 10, leaving Cindy panting with a red face and a burning bottom

Scott walked up in front of her.

Boy, that was fun he commented. You know, how much I wanted you dreamed about you how many times I masturbated to fantasies of you So now, I get to fulfill at least one I believe you are supposed to thank me for disciplining you, no?

Cindy had straightened up, trying to fix her bunched up small skirt. She knew the rules, of course. Rules prepared special for today. 

Atta girl on your knees

With a sinking heart, she lowered herself on her knees, her knee-caps landing on naked dirt. 

Good girl Scott smiled. Time for my blow-job from little Miss Perfect

*****

By the time Cindy arrived her last class of the day, German History, it was 4 PM. She was faced with the same outraged looks, snickers, gawks and stares as usual, and after going around the Campus like a trollop all day, she still felt no less humiliated at the reactions she was generating with her disgraceful excuse of a Halloween attire. To make it worse, shed arrived late, taking all the more attention as she walked into the classroom with a muffled apology  her delay having been caused by the latest batch of red rulers. 

Shed been stopped by total of 9 guys with the red rulers through the shameful day  starting with Scott. She had no idea how the rulers had been distributed, to whom and why Many of them had been total strangers. It had been unbearably humiliating  to be stopped by some guy she didnt even know dangling a red ruler in front of her face, taken to a secluded corner of the Campus, to be spanked by the grinning stranger, and honoring his power over her by counting the strokes and a mandatory Sir for each wallop. Only to be followed by thanking for her punishment with a blow-job, like a cheap hooker. Shed given head to 9 different guys and that mere thought was enough make her shiver with shame. 

The worst had been the last batch of guys though  far from unknown, it was guys from the football team. Three of them had cornered her at once, dangling their red rulers with the stupidest, widest grins imaginable. And they werent like the cute ones that she sometimes dated, but big, ugly rednecks who played substitute defense and hardly ever got near the good-looking girls. Normally, none of these brutes could come near Cindy  and they seemed thrilled at the prospect of having within their power the uppity, gorgeous blonde who would normally only acknowledge the existence of the QB or the Pro prospects Theyd each gotten a long blow-job behind the stands. And shed done it with her top off, in return for just one set of spankings with the ruler. The last one, Ricky, who was more of a brute than a dumb redneck, had taken particular care to call her all manners of insults and cumm all over her naked breasts  Memories of the last few parties seemed fresh in his mind  Cindy had refused his incessant, rude advances repeatedly as always. But not today  today Cindy had gotten on her knees, bared her big, gorgeous tits, sucked on his hard cock like an obedient slave, and few things could have made the big brute happier

Cindy tried to push away the fresh memory of Ricky and the rest of the guys hed had to please all day long and took her seat even as everyone watched her with hungry, amused eyes  even professor Green, who stopped his lecture and clearly had to put in an effort to resume after watching Cindys firm buttocks swing under the sway of the tiny school-girl skirt. 

Wheew came a sharp whistle from the back, loud enough to cause laughs. Cindy couldnt help but turn her head  it was not a guy, but a girl: Tina Syms. Of course  Cindy had forgotten she was in this class, too. Tina, also from freshman dorm. Shed had the room next to her. And Cindy had been friendly to her  until discovering she was a closet lesbian... 

She turned her head and focused on the text in front of her, trying to ignore the snickers and the looks. She was aware there probably was not a single guy in the room without a hard-on, all aimed at her, and that thought alone was enough to make her wanna run out the classroom and go hide in her apartment, had it not been for the Masters strict instructions

The class just wouldnt end  she was a Marketing & History double-major so she had to take an advanced History class; but German History was boring as hell. She would have preferred studying Victorian times in England, but that class had filled up quickly, before she could have signed up. Her breasts itched like crazy  the bra had stuck on her chest due to all the dried cumm on her breasts and all she wanted was to rip it open and itch. And take a shower. She felt dirty just from the looks she got and the acts shed performed all day, never mind the sticky bra

Finally, Professor Green was wrapping up and Cindy was anxious to get the hell out of the class, her shameful duties fulfilled, 9 guys slime deposited in her toned belly... 

Cindy, could you please stay for a few moments after class? Professor Green said. 

Sure she said disappointed. 

It was better to let everyone else leave first though She didnt wanna show all that flesh again and being seated behind a desk did offer some minor level of modesty after all. Of course, everyone did take one last look at her as they exited. A tall black guy passed by her, almost close enough to touch, and Cindy once more wondered why there had been no black guys at all with a red ruler  she had expected it. Shed almost been sure of it  Master was always friendly with the black kids on Campus and he seemed to make no secret of his exasperation with the spoiled white kids. So, why not offer her up to the kids he liked, as a bit of racial pay-back? That would have been exactly his kind of thing. Perhaps, Cindy wasnt good enough for the black kids. And that was totally fine for Cindy  fantastic indeed She did not like to think of herself as a racist just because shed come from a privileged background, but being the plaything of one black man was more than enough for a pretty blond girl from the upscale suburbs...

Finally everyone had left and Cindy wondered what Professor Green wanted to talk about  perhaps a warning on proper attire for a young woman on campus shed have to listen to it and nod her head she supposed  she couldnt very well tell him that her Master had required her to dress like this, that she had been caught storing a ton of cocaine for a friends surprise birthday party and as a consequence she now had a Master whose orders she had to follow to the dot

What did you want to talk about Professor Green? she asked as she stood up, all too conscious about her looks again She found herself evaluating Professor Greens looks  everyone had eyed her all day after all. He was near-obese. In his late forties, seemed like. A full set of trimmed beard and heavy eyeglasses covered his pudgy face. Cindy felt sorry for his wife  he did wear a wedding ring

Well, Cindy, heres what I wanted to talk about Professor Green dived into his black bag. 

And out came another red ruler.

Cindy remained shocked on her feet. She could have never guessed one of her professors would be given the ruler. 

So, I believe you are familiar with the rules, no? I want you to bend over the desk here and grab the edge for your punishment

Cindy was at a loss for words This was a professor, not another one of the horny guys who were supposed to be lusting after her Yet she swallowed, and assumed the position Green wanted. She knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing to do. Her ass was already on fire and she would soon face the sting once more, from none other than her German History professor

Green leaned into to her ear before starting with the blows

You know this is exactly what I always wanted to do to some of the young spoiled sluts I see in my lectures  so this is the day then

He flexed his arm to deliver the first blow  he paused and leaned in again:

In fact, I think you should stay after class for a good little performance review every week  I shall discuss this with your Master We go way back with Brucie, you see Next time, I want your ass on my desk, begging to be fucked

*****

Cindy walked out of the classroom 20 minutes later  she was near shocked. Shed just given a blow-job to Professor Green, and the fat bastard was determined to get much more out of her in the next weeks lecture - the thought was enough to make Cindy wanna throw up

Tina Syms surprised her  she was waiting in the hallway. So the black-haired girl smirked. Cindy

Cindy was taken aback: Tina had been a mousy, shy girl in freshman year  and had tried to hide her lesbian leanings as much as she could. Now she looked like a confident dyke, with a short black hair-do resembling the Mohawk style, lots of masculine earrings, tattooed forearms  not to mention the tight t-shirt she was wearing, which showed, dyke or no dyke, Tina was fit and feminine Cindy almost had not recognized her when she signed up for this class. Shed almost never ran into her in the last couple years. They totally hanged out in different circles.

Hi Cindy said, looking down on the floor and doing her best to walk past Tina as fast as she could.

So.. she continued to smirk. What does it feel like to suck off a professor  especially a fat pig like that?

Cindy froze on her feet. Had she seen it? Green had locked the door. 

Guess what Im gonna show you Tina said and Cindy knew immediately what would come out as soon as Tina dived into her backpack. A red ruler would surely soon emerge

Instead, Tina took out her iPhone and dialed a number on it.

Here she handed it to the blonde. 

Cindy took the phone and put it on her ear. 

Slave

It was the voice of the Master. She shivered on her feet.

From now on till tomorrow morning, you will follow Tinas orders like you obey mine  she is your Mistress until she returns your sorry little ass to me, is that understood?

Cindy swallowed hard, and was silent for a moment. What if she just said NO now and face the jail time  how much worse could it be?

But finally words came out of her mouth:

Yes Master I understand

*****

Tina was seated in a big leather chair in her on-campus apartment, her legs sprawled on each side. She had one arm comfortably tucked under her neck, while she held a bottle of beer in her other hand.

She was wearing a t-shirt, but that was all. She looked down at the big pile of blond hair buried between her legs: Cindy at work

Tina had made Cindy drop all her clothes and get stark naked before her as soon as they got to her apartment  for a good, long, delightful examination. It was obvious Cindy was revolted by the idea of another woman, even of being checked out by another woman, and this alone was enough to get Tina excited beyond measure recalling all the mean things sexy yet straight girls had done to her, and recalling how Cindy had immediately dropped even the courtesy greetings once it was out that she was a lesbian well, now Tina liked nothing better than playing with a straight girl who didnt wanna play along

First had come the punishment though  punishment for getting out of a full set of spankings from the football guys by whorish tactics, punishment for being a bitch to Tina in the past, and punishment to merely amuse Tina, her Mistress

You see this? Tina had shown the cane to Cindy, who looked at it with her big, scared grey eyes It was a bright red cane. Yet the material seemed to be flexible, like plastic. Just like the rulers.

Its made of micro-fiber Tina had explained helpfully  she was a chemistry major after all, unlike the little princess of sluts. It is designed to hurt like a bitch, but leave hardly any marks whatsoever

Tina had tied Cindys wrists together and attached them to the ceiling in the middle of her living room. Her legs had been spread apart and chained to the floor  it was amazing, the speed with which Tina was able to turn an on-campus apartment into a mini-dungeon. Cindys wrists were attached to the ceiling up and front, so she had to lean over, bending her waist at an attractive 45 degrees, and making sure her vulnerable ass stuck out to provide Tina with an easy target Worst of all for Cindy was that Tina positioned her right in front of the windows and pulled up the rope that held together the shutters, only to stick its handle in Cindys mouth. If Cindy let go, all shutters would fly up as designed, baring the windows at once  and Tinas apartment was situated right at ground floor, at one of the most crowded corners on Campus. She would be left totally naked, tied in an obscene position, in front of the whole campus  that would be a million times worse than the shame of going around the campus in a kinky schoolgirl uniform all day. She could easily hear all the students coming and going, chatting and laughing right at the other side of the shutters. If those shutters were released, Tina would have some explaining to do as well, what with a naked classmate tied in bondage fashion n the middle of her living room for all to see  but she was by now known as a kinky dyke anyhow and had no precious reputation to worry about, unlike Cindy. Not to mention she could easily disappear inside, while dozens of people probably took cell-phone pictures of a naked and tied Cindy to retain for posterity

So, Cindy had bitten on the ropes for life, even as she got through the micro-fiber caning from Tina, crying and screaming through her teeth,but not letting go despite the thrashing she got Almost to the disappointment of Tina. She would have loved to see Cindys shame-filled red-face if she were bared naked in front of the whole campus, tied up like the little bitch that she was, in the middle of getting the sort of thrashing deserving of an uppity slut like her
But Cindy had held on and the punishment had been over for an hour now  Cindy was now on her knees, kneeling between Tinas strong thighs and obediently eating her pussy, clumsily if diligently Just the idea of how much Cindy hated this activity had been enough to push Tina over the edge twice and she was not far from her third as the reluctant lesbian slaves tongue showed considerable improvement

Tina had explained things even as she thrashed Cindys tight ass: Did you really think Bruce came up with all this? shed asked half amused, half-annoyed. He is a just a big savage. I was the one who knew about the coke, I was the one who tipped him, and I was the one who knew youd do anything to save your pretty, pampered ass after that Even today, I was the one who came up with the red rulers  heck, I was the one who distributed them and Ive been waiting for my turn while he fucked you day and night like the cheap little slut that you are

Tina had put on some heavy punk music while Cindy began serving her pleasure and was up to her 3rd beer already  she was still a month away from her 21st birthday, but considering everything they were doing at the moment, underage drinking seemed like a ridiculous thing to be concerned about.

At last, she groaned, and orgasmed for the 3rd time, grabbing Cindy by her blonde tassels and holding her firmly in place as her juices wetted the kneeling girls face... Finally relaxed, Tina finished her 3rd beer as well and got on her feet.

Alright slave  now go take a shower. And put on the clothes I put out for you. 

Cindys schoolgirl uniform, which had caused so much anguish and humiliation all day, laid discarded on the floor 

Cindy took a shower as she was told, realizing more and more that she had no will left to counter even Tina, let alone Master Bruce Tina did not bother her for a good 20 minutes and she soaked up her tired body under warm waters, caressing her skin, her thrashed ass - it was as good as going to a spa at the Four Seasons, and she felt incredibly refreshed as she emerged from the shower, the days horrors behind her 

But seeing what was left to her for clothes was enough to heighten her anxiety once more  it looked like no more than a small rag

Cindy put it on, only to discover how obscene it was It was a just plain, white nightie, slightly see-through. It hung from two thin straps on her shoulders., leaving a deep, inviting cleavage, and covering only a fraction of her thighs. Her breasts pressed against the thin fabric, her nipples clearly noticeable. A deep cut in the back came down almost to the waist. 

Tina walked in and gave out another loud whistle you look totally fuckable slave

Cindy shivered in shame. 

Before she could protest, Tina placed a steel collar with rings on her neck. She stepped behind Cindy and quickly pulled the blonde girls arms to her back and soon Cindy heard the familiar click and felt the coldness of a hand-cuff on her wrists  she was handcuffed!

Wonderful Tina smirked. Youre ready for the party!

Party? What party? Cindy asked in growing panic.

Well, silly slut, tonights the Halloween, no? Were going to a Halloween party

Where ? Cindy asked in despair.

Tina slapped Cindy across the face hard. The blonde girl shrieked and struggled to stay on her feet.

I am your Mistress. You will call me Mam for the rest of this evening. And you will follow me like a little puppy wherever I feel like taking you is that understood little cunt?

With tears in her eyes and her lips reddened, Cindy whispered Yes Mam..

Say it again  out loud Tina shrieked.

Yes Mam! Cindy repeated herself, nearly shouting to avoid another blow.

Good now, lets put on your leash. 

Cindy couldnt believe what was happening as she was leashed by Tina, a long, ugly, thin piece of black leather attached to her collar. Tina calmly took Cindy back to the living room and tied the leash to the hook on the ceiling. She left her there, pondering what was in store for her, as she disappeared to put on her clothes. 

When Tina emerged she was wearing a leather dominatrix outfit She stood next to Cindy and without warning planted her lips on hers, grabbing her blonde hair, and not allowing Cindy to break the kiss The contrast between her rough, leather outfit and Cindys soft next-to-nothing was dramatic enough to almost make Tina cumm once more  here they were, the strong and the weak, the one to be obeyed and the one who obeys, Mistress and slave How shed longed for this with any girl but with the uppity little Cindy  it was too good to put into words

Tina released Cindys leash from the ceiling hook. 

If anyone asks, you lost a bet to me, and now you are dressed up as my slave for Halloween and I as your Mistress

Soon, they were heading out the door  with Tina pulling Cindys leash, heading back thru the campus. Cindy was dying in shame, unable to utter a word. She kept her head down as people walked by, laughing and cat-calling and gawking loudly. She tried to hide her face as best she could. She was being marched through the Campus as a slave  a sex slave  and the mere thought was enough to make her wanna disappear into thin air. She was trying to keep up with Tina - shed also been given shiny silver high-heels with fake gems all over. 

It was a good 10 minutes before she heard someone scream Oh my God, Cindy!

She lifted her head in dismay and discovered it was Linda  Linda, Stacy, and Brian. Her friends. 

What the hell is this? Linda asked in shock. And are you not coming to Steve OLearys party? Everyones gonna be there

Well, not everyone Tina chimed in. We are heading to another party

Really, which one? Stacy shrieked. And Christ sakes Cindy, what kind of outfit is this This is just outrageous And this this leash youre handcuffed for Christs sake.

Stacy, daughter of one of the countrys top corporate lawyers, was dressed as a big hornet Linda was a cat, and Brian some sort of bandit.

Go on girl tellem Tina tugged on Cindys leash.

I I lost a bet to Tina and I have to go to the party dressed as her slave for tonight

The two girls and the guy paused for a moment and looked at Tina in her leather dominatrix outfit, and Cindy in her soft next-to-nothingsand burst out in laughter.

Slave?... Oh come on Cindy

Even as she died in humiliation, Cindy could see Brian was the one who was laughing the least. That was because he was checking her out in total amazement

Cindy shivered even more  nothing, not even complete nudity, could be as humiliating as this flimsy excuse for a garment It was simply begging to be torn away, inviting men to strip naked the little woman trying to hide behind such laughable protection and use her as they wished 

Maybe we should head to your party too Brian voiced his opinion, unable to remove his eyes from Cindys near-naked, utterly provoking form

Sorry big boy Tina smiled. Youre not invited 

Thats a shame 

Well, we have to be on our way Tina announced, and pulled on Cindys leash even as she began walking  her friends were left behind in pure amazement as a humiliated Cindy tried to keep up with her co-ed Mistress. 

****

Wait here... 

They stood in front of a freshman dorm. 

What are we doing here? Cindy asked. She was awarded with slap on her right cheek. 

I told you to address me as Mam, have I not?

Several people turned their heads  they were already the center of attention as they were, and the last thing Cindy wanted was to make it worse.

Im sorry Mam... she said quietly, her head bowed. 

We are going to meet Alicia here... Tina replied.

Before Cindy could ask who Alicia was, she emerged: A black girl with strong lines, dressed appropriately for the evening as a particularly cruel female pirate. Hers was not a dominatrix outfit per se, but did match Tinas in the amount of black leather it employed. She also had an eye-patch, and a knife hanging on her belt, and big, towering pirate boots on. She did look like a freshman, her 18th birthday just behind her probably  that did not make her appear any less domineering; she had the fierceness of youth all over her in fact. And she was beautiful, Cindy had to admit, despite all the thought put into making herself appear tough and menacing  much like Tina.

Hi ya bitch.. she hugged Tina. And two exchanged a kiss on the lips.

Alicia then turned her attention to Cindy. So, this is our little bitch for tonight, huh?

Cindy was speechless.

Alicia grabbed her leash and pulled her in, planting a wet, aggressive kiss on Cindys lips, ending with a bite on the lower lip. Were gonna have a ton of fun with you sugar... she declared confidently. Besides Master, she was the first black person to lay hands on her all day despite the liberties everyone had taken with Cindy. And the fact that she was 3 years younger increased Cindys humiliation all the more... 

Soon, they were walking again, her leash back in Tinas hand.

They made their way towards the fraternity raw, and with each step Cindys anxiety was growing. When she was finally stopped by a tug on her leash, they were in front of the huge Omega-Epsilon house. 

She stiffened: Were not going in there, are we Mam? she asked hesitantly, as if she knew this was improbable anyway and was scared to give her tormentors any ideas...

Tina just laughed at her reaction: You guessed right slave - were going to the Halloween party at Omega-Epsilon

There was suddenly pure terror on Cindys face. Omega-Epsilon was the notorious black fraternity no one wanted to mess with, especially the white kids. They were famous for wilding and confronting white fraternities. She couldnt imagine going to a party at the frat house of Omega-Epsilon under any conditions, let alone looking like she did

No, you cant... she mumbled. You cant take me in there... She could already hear the loud gangster rap coming from the frat house, and it churned her stomach... They just could not take her in there, a nearly naked white girl, tied and dressed up as a sex slave, marched among dozens of black men... Omega-Epsilon men...

She stood tall at last... She looked at Tina: I dont care... let me go... enough is enough... you can hand me over to the Police if you like... I will take whatever punishment they give... I will not be your bitch anymore.. or Bruces...

Tina smirked: Well, I was wondering when youd finally snap, little bitch... youre such a weakling, it took you this long... No, coke alone is not enough to keep you in your well-deserved position I suppose...

But take a look at this... Tina turned on the screen of her iPhone and showed it to Cindy: 

And the blonde girl watched the video on the phone with big, shocked eyes: There she was being spanked by Scott. Then blowing Scott. Almost in a video-clip format, not the whole episodes but carefully selected bits... One by one, every last one of her shameful performances appeared on the phone, even including Professor Green... Put together seamlessly, alternating between long-views and close-ups  often managing to hide the guys while plainly exposing Cindy as she was spanked or giving oral sex, to one guy after another, in one public place after another... 

Alicia chimed in with a giggle: You know, they are showing this same video right now on the large screen inside the frat house... Youll see it when you get in...

Cindy looked at the black girl with unbelieving eyes...

Oh yes  they are showing it along with some gangsta-rap...Goes well together. Tina confirmed. But that video belongs to Bruce and itll go back to Bruce... Those horny savages inside, they just get to watch it tonight... No harm done. But imagine you displeased us - imagine the same video being blasted to the e-mails of everyone on campus. To your parents. To your grandparents. To everyone youve ever known... Placed on the web, forever

Cindy shivered in shame...

So, now, will you be a good little bitch again and do as youre told? So that, perhaps, well free your spoiled little ass once you manage to graduate

Yes.... Cindy replied almost enthusiastically but quietly.

What, I cant hear you? Tina asked once more.

Yes, Mam... Cindy said louder.

Good heres the deal slut: Alicia and I, we love each other, dont we babe?

Aha... Alicia nodded.

But we are both dominant characters... Weve both wanted to be dominant in bed too... So, that wasnt going to work obviously... But now, we have you: A little bitch that can constantly be the bottom... Bruce will share you with us, thats the deal... And you will serve our pleasure from now on... As our little fucktoy, whos always at the bottom...

Cindy listened with growing dismay.

Suits you right slut... You think I dont know you? I know you.... I know you just right... Ive known you since we met in the freshman dorm. Youre such a prim little princess, you think youre better than everyone just because you look so hot and everyone wants to get into your pants... But deep inside, you know you deserve to be treated like shit... like a little bitch... I know you know that, too... That is your real place... on your knees. I mean what a little weakling you are  just the threat of a minor crime was enough to make you into a real-life slave... It was enough to march you around the Campus like a little concubine advertising for sex... You wanna be treated like a bitch... and from now on, you will be...!

Well, Id say thats enough talk for now... Alicia butted in. Everyones waiting...

Thats right... Tina replied. You dont wanna keep the Omega boys waiting, do you slut? she asked rhetorically and pulled on Cindys leash.

And the 3 girls marched towards the frat house, Tina and Alicia leading, with Cindy in near panic mode, as she tried to keep up with them...

She could only imagine what was in store for her inside those walls... or for the rest of her college days

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