Maybe... tell me more

Much as you've become addicted to having this mysterious girl hurt your cunt and tits, you were just about to enter university at 19, with your whole life ahead of you. But this whole test was the initiation for the fraternity that you so desperately wanted to enter - so... how does it all tie up?

"What do you mean by that... what would happen to me?" you ask

"I know more about you than you might think" she says, "your application to the fraternity told me a lot... and I've seen you around. The good thing about having a rich daddy is that it gets me favours, and private eyes to snoop for me. I'm already at the university you are entering, even though I'm younger than you... 'girl genius' they said. So, you would do what you planned - and you would get into the frat. You would share a room with me and do all your studies... but while we're in our room, you're my ****, always naked and constantly subjected to punishment of your tits and cunt. And believe me, I've got loads more ideas of how to do that, as well as lots of particularly nasty devices. I warn you - your cunt and tits would be always bruised and tender"

She takes her mask off and looked at you challengingly. You've never thought of yourself as gay but there's something about her... and nothing she has said has dented your urge to become her **** and take unrelenting pain from her. Sensing this, she pulls out a contract. "Decision time" she says, handing it to you. It is an agreement that transfers complete ownership of your body to her. There is even a clause that adds, in heavy bold type, "especially my cunt and tits"... and the contract is made out in your name. God, she must have planned this well. Under the laws of the dystopian society in which you live, such a contract is perfectly legal, and legally enforceable.