Amy's Monday

Everyone is staring at her.

Becky's cleavage is spilling out of her suit, but nobody seems that bothered. Not when Amy's nipples and pussy lips are as close to on-show as possible without actually being truly on show.

Amy quickly takes a seat in the lecture hall, to avoid people being able to stare at her snatch, but there's not much she can do about all the lecherous gazes on her boobs. Becky slides into a random seat at the other end of the room. Is that just a random choice, or are they not on speaking terms now?

Well, she could cover her nipples with her arms, of course, but then she would be admitting to the world how self-conscious she truly feels. And that, for some reason, feels even more like defeat than letting everyone ogle at her chest.

It's fortunate that the professor is only covering the basics, because Amy is not able to concentrate properly.

I have to get over myself soon, or I'm not even going to be able to get a law degree at the end of this ordeal!

...Will anyone even be willing to hire me if I'm legally required to dress like this?

...Ugh. What am I saying. Pervy men will be falling over themselves to hire someone who is legally required to turn up to work looking like this.

...What was the professor talking about again? Fuck! I've lost the thread again!

At the end of the lesson, the professor asks to speak to Becky, but not to Amy. That's... weird, but probably innocent enough. And anyway, Amy has an important thing to do before her next class starts. She hurries off to meet the custodian of the queen of hearts, whose contract she'll almost certainly have to sign, no matter how insane it is. She just wants to find out what it is already, because the anxiety of not knowing is probably worse than the reality itself.

The man she is meeting is called John S, and the meeting place, where he'll be loitering for another 10 to 15 minutes... Is outside a men's toilets only a few minutes' walk away, in the same building.

Given how the meeting place for her library vibrator was thematically related to the contract, Amy has some serious concerns about what she's about to be told she has to agree to.

Harry is a tall, well-built white man, probably a student in his final year, or perhaps even academy staff. He smiles a perverted smile as he takes in Amy's erotic form as she approaches.

"Amy Barnes. Don't you look great. You looked even better covered in my spunk last night though." Harry says with a mocking grin.

Ugh. So this is one of the hundred or so men who ejaculated on my last night. Of course he is.

"You have something for me." Amy says straightforwardly, trying to ignore the rude comments, and keep this interaction as formal as possible.

"You'll be wanting this." Harry waves his hand, and the queen of hearts suddenly appears in it as if by magic, with some genuinely impressive sleight of hand.

"Indeed." Amy replies neutrally. "And you're here to tell me how I can get it, and nothing more."

"Well... I wouldn't say nothing more." Harry replies cryptically. "I would be one of several people involved in executing the terms of your contract, should you agree to it."

"And what terms would those be?" Amy asks slowly, with unhidden trepidation.

"It might be easier to show you." Harry grins, and indicates the door to the men's toilets. She notices that there's a sign on the door, clearly displaying it the toilets as 'OUT OF USE'.

"I'm pretty sure there are strict rules against going in the toilets for the opposite gender." Amy points out.

"Don't worry. These ones are exempt from that rule. This room is no longer in use as a male-only space. See?" He says, pointing to that same sign. "In any case, let me settle your fears properly."

Harry pushes open the door. Instantly, the echoy sounds of a groaning woman can be heard. Why couldn't she hear that before? Is this room specially soundproofed or something?

Harry calls inside. "Hi, a woman is about to enter! Anybody in an undecent state, please let us know right now!"

"Fuck you, asshole! That's not funny!" The groaning woman calls back, not at all happy.

"We should probably check that out, don't you think?" Harry says, grinning conspiratorially at Amy.

Amy has no real choice other than to silently follow Harry into the large tiled room.

He leads her to the far cubicle, and encourages her to look inside. There, she discovers the most appalling sight. A young woman is tied, sitting to the toilet, by ropes on her thighs, and holding her wrists high above her head. Her blouse has been ripped open, exposing her breasts, and she's not wearing panties, which combined with how high her short skirt has been raised, means that her pussy and well-kept pubic mound are on full display. She has cum on her face, cum on her tits, cum on her skirt, and cum oozing out of her pussy. Her thighs are caked in even more cum, as well as some writing - presumably the initials of the men who have done this all to her.

"Oh no. Don't tell me, you got offered the Ten of Hearts too..."

"Amy, this is Lexi. Lexi won hundreds of thousands of dollars in the strip poker game last year, thanks in part to her signing the Ten of Hearts contract. Was it worth it, slut?"

"Fuck you, Harry. You don't know a goddamn thing about me." Lexi spits. And then, she looks directly at Amy. "Don't take it. It's not worth a Ten."

"Actually, this year, it's a queen." Harry once again magically produces the card in question.

"What?! How is that fair?!" Lexi whines. "I only got a ten! If I had a queen, I would have taken first place from that bitch in the-"

While Lexi was talking, Harry has been wiping up the semen on her thighs with a ball of toilet tissue. He has then shoved this semen-soaked tissue into Lexi's mouth, instantly silencing her. He produces a strip of white fabric, and begins wrapping it around Lexi's head, effectively gagging her with the spunk tissue inside.

Gross!

"That's enough out of you." Harry says to Lexi, audibly pleased with himself. Lexi has returned to just groaning in self-pity. "But to answer your question, the fact it's a queen rather than a ten will be reflected in how short the harrassment cooldown period is. So, it's totally fair."

"What the hell is going on here." Amy demands, trying to stop herself from physically shaking with some mixture of outrage and fear for her future self.

"This is the handiwork of the Harrassment League, of which I am the founding member." Harry says proudly. "We are an elite group of eight men who specialise in the cruel and unusual sexual degradation of our victims, whilst ensuring that adequate health and safety protections are in place at all times."

"You're kidding." Amy chokes.

"I am not. The League was actually started as a contract forfeit service - people who wanted to see their rivals suffer could get them to contractually agree to suffer at our hands in the event of losing a bet, for example. We will happily provide this service for free - we get to indulge in our cruel degradation fantasies, and the winners get to see their rivals suffer, and the losers are safe in the knowledge that they may not leave with any dignity of self respect remaining, but they will not suffer any medium or long term negative health effects."

"This place is insane." Amy mutters to herself for what must be at least the 5th time in the last week.

"The Game Board picked us up last year for a long term contract with Lexi here. In return for her Ten of Hearts, she agreed to become victim to the Harrassment League on occasion, until she graduates. She never knows exactly when it's going to happen - we secretly choose when to surprise her and indulge in a 'scene'. As long as we're careful with her body, we can be as gentle or as cruel as we like with her, and she is contractually obliged to consent. Then, after the scene has concluded, the AI gives us a 'harrassment cooldown period' - essentially a length of time in which we must leave Lexi alone and not start a new scene with her. The more **** our scene was, the longer the cooldown. To keep it fair."

"Fair is not a word I can use to describe what I'm seeing." Amy says darkly. "This is beyond cruel."

"Yeah, the AI will probably give us at least a three week cooldown for this one." Harry agrees. "But we had to welcome her back from the holidays properly! Plus, she took a deal towards the end of last year where in exchange for two weeks' summer vacation, she would have her cooldowns quartered for the next month. So, she'll probably actually get less than a week off. Hahaha!"

Amy shudders.

"So if I accept the queen of hearts, I'll be agreeing to this same shitck? Random acts of ****?"

"That's the long and short of it, yeah. Until you graduate. Also, because it's a queen and not a ten, it'll be a shorter cooldown. Lexi should get three weeks off for this, you'd be lucky to get a week. Queens are a big deal, as I'm sure you're aware from the one you already signed a contract for."

"How long will she have been here when she's released?" Amy asks quietly.

Harry chuckles. "You're seriously considering this aren't you? Fuck, you're a real trooper! We're going for the maximum, so she'll be here all morning, to make sure all eight of us have time to fuck her at least twice. She'll get out at noon, or we might let her earn slightly early release if she drinks her own creampie for us or something. You used to baulk at stuff like that, but now you're pretty accustomed to the taste aren't you, whore?"

Lexi groans with self-pity.

"I'm... I'm going to have to think about this. It doesn't make sense for me to sign this thing before I have to, anyway. That's just six extra days of torment if I do." Amy says with a shaking voice.

"I'm afraid the game runners saw you coming a mile off, sweetie." Harry responds in a gentle tone, with a knowing smile. "The clock is already ticking. If you do ever sign this contract, the time it's taken for you to sign it will be knocked off your first cooldowns. That is to say, if you wait the whole week to sign it, your next couple of days would be close to non-stop ****. Even leaving it 24 hours would give the Harrassment League a lot of room to torment you with several smaller scenes over the course of a day, with no requirement to give you a break in between."

"You're kidding..." Amy gulps.

"I'm not." Harry says plainly. "Either you sign now before the end of my custodian shift, which ends in just a few minutes, or you wait until this same time window tomorrow. And if you leave it until tomorrow, the League is going to have a field day with you."

Amy feels light-headed. One of the golden rules of not falling for scams is to be extra-cautious when someone places a sense of time-based urgency on you to act right now. And yet... There's undeniably serious consequences round the corner for her if she doesn't.

But I haven't even checked what my other option is yet... And this is so ****... Do I really only have five minutes to decide my future?!