Bad dreams...

Rita was aware only in snippets punctuated by darkness. She was restrained on a gurney, being wheeled down a tiled hall, florescent lights obscuring her already blurry vision. She couldn't see who was pushing her. Everything faded to blackness. She felt and heard industrial strength air conditioning on her body and knew she was naked. She heard people speaking, apparently about her.

"She won't be enslaved?"

"Not in any traditional way. We've taken too many students too soon. We don't want anyone looking into it too closely."

"Won't she tell someone?"

The woman laughed.

"We have other ways of keeping her silent."

Rita faded out again.

Daylight assaulted Rita's eyes. She opened them, squinting. She was in her dorm room in bed. She rubbed her eyes, remembering the nightmare she'd had. How had she gotten back to her room? The last thing she remembered was seeing those strange girls possibly abduct that redhead. She had to tell someone.

She threw back he covers to find she was naked. Rita never slept naked. In addition, gleaming metallic hoops now hung from her nipples. Another hung from her clit. Six more glittered, three down the sides of her labial lips.

"What the fuck," she screamed, leaping from her bed. She carefully turned the hoops in her nipples, searching for a seam. She found none.

"Don't these things normally have a ball that unscrews?"

Finding no easy way to remove the nipple rings, she searched the jewelry violating her pussy. They were just as seamless. She needed help. Rita scrambled to her phone and dialed the campus police. A male voice answered.

"Yes, hello?" Rita said, trying to stay calm. "Last night I saw these strange women in my dorm and..."

Something strange was happening in her throat. She started speaking again, involuntarily.

...I finger fucked myself all night long."

Rita's face grew hot. She hadn't meant to say that!

"We don't appreciate pranks ma'am."

Rita had to try and tell him about what she'd seen and what had been done to her. She tried again.

"I'm sorry, Officer. It's just that...I crave cock."

Rita slammed the phone down in tears. What had they done to her? It seemed that anytime she tried to talk about the strange occurrences she'd seen, a strange kind of sexual Tourette's overcame her. What was she going to do?