His new roommate

The door swinges open and in barges a tall girl with a wolfish smile on her face. She’s wearing a peakaboo blouse and a short skirt with has been pushed up by her ten inch cock. “ So you’re my new roommate-bitch. That’s just perfect. You’re small and a bit flabby. That will work well.” Sam blanched at this. “R-r-r-roommate-bitch? What do you mean? I thought I was safe in the dorms?” Her grin grew more predatory. “Most students are, but you, my lucky bitchboy, happen to have been roomed with a legacy scholar. We get all the perks. Better scholarships, first pick in classes, and our own **** of the gender of our choosing, 24/7. It’s all there in the packet you got during orientation.” Sam hurriedly checked the packet to find indeed, a description of the Legacy Scholars and a special note informing him he had been “assigned” to one, and was to comply with her every request. “You see bitchboy, most students can actually avoid being fucked unless they break the rules, get caught in an event, or willingly take a collar. But as the roommate of a Legacy Scholar, you don’t get a choice.” She pulled a gold colored collar from her bag. “Most slaves wear red, which is accepted willingly and protects them from punishment by making it their owner’s responsibility. This collar marks you as the poor sap who drew a legacy roommate, and still leaves you unprotected from breaching the rules. If you resist my instructions, you’ll face some of the harshest discipline the school can offer, and I wouldn’t recommend that. Now, strip and come here so I can collar you. And forget about wearing clothes for the week. I want to show you off to all the scrubs who don’t have their own **** yet.”