8pm looms

Amy Barnes is naked.

In fact, she's worse than naked.

She's naked except for a shiny black butt plug.

Amy has never had a butt plug in her ass before, and she's pleasantly surprised by how comfy it feels. Still, it's not a sensation she came to law school to get used to.

And yet, here she is.

Naked, plugged, and with the door to her dorm unlocked.

All ready for...

With a quiet sound, the door handle turns, and Drake silently enters her private space. He quietly closes it behind him, and then advances on his prize.

Here goes nothing.

As Drake requested over the phone, neither of them say a word. Amy wordlessly acknowledges him, and kneels on the bed and allows him to approach.

Drake nods approvingly at her erotic naked form, and begins to remove his clothes. As he does, he gestures for Amy to turn around. After all, their verbal contract neccesitates that he only touch her in certain places. So he needs her asshole nice and accessible.

Trying to hide the frustration and humiliation she feels about this objectifying situation, Amy turns around and lays her head down on her pillow, now face down, ass up, crotch pointed directly at her dark skinned lover.

Amy hears Drake's whispered sighs of delight at the discovery of the small round metal object lodged inside her anus. He hadn't been expecting that, and it probably solidifies his impression of her as a wanton anal whore.

Whatever. At least she won't be gaining any Frigidity Points for not wearing it for too long.

Amy uses the pillow to hide her grimace of embarrassment as Drake grabs hold of the glittery black base of the plug and gently eases it out of her hole. A thick finger replaces the plug, as the not-so-gentlemanly man behind her quietly chuckles upon discovering just how large a helping of lube she has coated her innards with, in preparation for what is to come next.

And then, there it is. The top of a rock hard cock, still softer than a metal butt plug, of course, but still surprisingly rigid, and outrageously thick. As he edges forward, and she feels her sphincter stretch around his meat, she can't help but let out a quiet whimper. Buttholes aren't supposed to be used like this, are they?!

It doesn't matter what Amy thinks. For the next while, until Drake is satisfied, he owns her anus.

And own it he does. He doesn't waste any time getting started, and he doesn't spare any thought for Amy's comfort or pleasure. He just begins thrusting in and out of Amy's delicate backdoor like it's his own personal masturbation tool, and he plans to use it to get himself off at whatever pace works best for him.

Amy has been ogled, fondled, humiliated and used several times already, and sometimes in public, and yet, somehow, this feels like the most degrading thing that has happened to her so far. She feels truly reduced to an object, not allowed to even talk, and therefore hardly even able to remind him that there is a human at the other end of that asshole he is destroying.

Thank the stars for that relaxation cream. Amy thinks to herself again, as Drake does his best to turn her inside-out.

The anal sex lasts for far too long, seeming unending, and then, just when Amy thinks she's going to have to throw in the towel before he's finished plundering her backdoor... It's all over.

Drake bottoms out, and unleashes his hot thick jizz inside of her. Thick goo travels the wrong way through her rectum, and the penis that has been pumelling her pucker is withdrawn.

The man with the massive cock redresses, then wordlessly leaves her alone, still with her head buried into the pillow, but now with a queasy feeling in her intestines, a sore feeling in her rear tunnel, and an uncomfortably throbbing sphincter.

With shaking legs, Amy waddles to the toilet, hoping to at least alleviate the queasy feeling in her innards before she lies down and gets an early night's sleep. Hopefully tomorrow, her butthole will feel better.

But even if it does, Amy herself isn't going to feel any better. These contracts she has entered into don't expire tonight. This is her life now. For for foreseeable. And it only seems at risk of getting worse, not better.

Quitting is not an option. She has to face these challenges head on. Her butthole will get battered again. (And again.) People will continue to witness her in various states of undress before she graduates. That's just her college life now.

Still, tomorrow's problems are future Amy's problems. She doesn't have the mental energy to dwell on them any more right now.

Amy squirts her gross, gooey anal creampie out into the toilet, then waddles back to her bed, and collapses onto it, exhausted. She falls asleep, naked, with the shameful sight of her well-lubricated butt plug on the sheet next to her.