Samantha Returns

Samantha returned later that day, tired but happy with the work she had done in college, and also satisfied with the time she'd spent with her friends afterwards. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she paused before the door to the dorm. It was a large building on the outskirts of the campus grounds, only one of many which were scattered nearby, connected by a loose footpath. The college itself loomed in the distance, an anachronistic collection of buildings, each one seemingly built at a different time. it gave the impression that the college as a whole had not so much been built as grown organically over the years. One building, two buildings, three building, and so forth. The dorms were by far the most modern component, but even they were old now.

Most of the college was old now. She sighed, running one hand through her coppery hair, which she had left loose today, spilling down the back of her head. Unlike Wren, Natalie or Casey, Samantha wasn't just here to learn. She worked too, acting as an aid to the staff, and even drawing a small salary from her employment there. Oh, it wasn't much - she was still technically a student, after all - but she knew enough to know the financials of the college were not good. It was surviving, for now, but the chance of getting anything new in the next few years? Not likely. So it was back to just doing what they had always done before. Reuse, reuse, reuse.

She felt tired, taking the key from her purse and slotting it into the lock in the door, clicking as it turned sideways , and the door opened. She stepped within, her body working on auto-pilot as her mind considered other things. The current status of the dorm, for instance. If you'd said to her a year ago, she'd one day have a roommate who was a willing ****, she probably would have laughed at you. She certainly wouldn't have believed it. But now, she had **** but to believe it. Her body tingled as she considered what Natalie might be made to do tonight. Was it wrong morally, what was happening? She didn't know, it had happened so fast, and somehow, her education hadn't quite prepared her for this, Nonetheless, Sam wasn't the sort of girl who just sit aside and let things pass, so she'd struggled to try and find out whether she agreed with it or not. Obviously, in the end she had concluded that she dd, since she'd joined in in a sense, deciding that so long as Natalie was willing, and it was what she wanted, then there was no reason for her to intervene. After all, weren't people free to do as they wished with their own bodies? Even if it seemed strange, or even downright insane to others? So long as no one was hurt, no laws were broken , and nothing truly bad came of it, did anyone have the right to tell Natalie that she couldn't live out her fantasy?

_Besides, _said a small and nasty voice in the back of her head, a voice that she spent much of her life ignoring and pretending wasn't there, You like the feeling of power you get over her when she's crawling about on the ground naked, don't you? You like to watch her touch herself every day, you love the feeling of humiliation she has to be experiencing.

Samantha ignored the voice, as she always had, but that didn't mean that it was any less correct.

As soon as the door opened, Samantha heard the sounds from within. A low moaning that sent a quiver running down her spine. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she felt anticipation start to chase away her tiredness. She stepped inside, and locked the door behind her, moving to the living area of the dorm, where she expected to see Natalie put through yet another one of Wren's tortures. She did, but it wasn't as she anticipated. Moving into the main room, Samantha saw that Wren was sitting on one of the chairs by the wall, her back to the door. In front of her, in a tangled ball of limbs, Natalie and Casey were lying on the ground. They were sweaty, and it seemed like they'd been at it for some time. Both of them were naked. Casey was blushing furiously, though, she didn't have a chance to say much considering that her mouth was pressed up against Natalie's womanhood. The two of them were eating one another out on the floor, writhing and moaning with a dark sensuality, their spines were arched, and they were breathing heavily. Now and then, one of them would manage to mutter a soft ''Oh god'' or swearword of some sort as another wave of pleasure crested their bodies.

Natalie and Casey were head to toe, each one pleasuring the other with their tongue. Both were moaning now, grinding their bodies together. Samantha saw how wet they were, and how much they were enjoying this moment. Natalie was grunting softly, her pelvis moving forwards, trying to **** the pleasure deeper. Casey's face was plastered with wetness, and she moaned again and again as Natalie's tongue found her most sensitive areas. She gasped, and climaxed, her body going straight for a moment as the pleasure washed over her. Then, she slumped, gasping for air, and looking towards the chair where Wren was sitting.

"More. Wren said simply. Casey flushed red, looking to the ground.

"W-Wren..."

"You're a **** now, Casey. You don't get to say no." Wren said. "You said you wanted to join Natalie, and now you have. Besides, you're going to have to endure much more than this, so consider it a warm up."

"I...." Casey said nothing for a moment, and then nodded. Natalie reached up to her, the two of them were sitting apart now. Natalie had curled her legs under her, her bushy hair tumbling down her back. She was visibly aroused, as was Casey, the two of them sitting together, trying to pretend that they were not looking at each other with a deep lust.

"Why don't the two of you kiss?" Wren suggested. "That's what you like, Casey, isn't it? You said no guys, but Natalie here is a girl, and you must have known it was likely to happen. So kiss deeply, and make it real. If you don't, the two of you will be punished together."

They kissed. Natalie drawing Casey deeper into her embrace, their chests pressed together, and Casey moaned into the embrace as Natalie's fingers started to run her pussy, gently teasing apart her lower lips, and beginning to insert themselves. Casey shifted, spreading her legs to allow Natalie batter access, the other woman fingered her as they kissed, pressing her into the ground with the **** of the embrace.

Casey was gasping and moaning now, her legs splayed out, and her arms were pinned above her head by Natalie, who kissed her more and more deeply. Her fingers worked busily at Casey's womanhood, not just fingering her now, but rubbing and teasing and stroking her, making her jump and shudder and moan with delight and shame.

Samantha said nothing, watching the scene play out before her eyes. As the two women embraced, and Casey surrendered to Natalie's fingers, making the most arousing moans and gasps, Samantha felt her pussy responding, growing wet and hot herself.

She tried to pretend that it didn't, but she knew the way she walked had changed, the sight of her room mates wriggling and writhing in the floor with pleasure made her want to feel those tongues herself. She wanted to drag one of them up between her knees, and make them pleasure her, feel their wriggling against her own skin.

Instead, she looked towards the chair.

"Wren?" She said. "last I checked, we only had one ****. "

"Well, Casey wanted to join in too." Wren said, looking towards her. "I didn't here you come in, Samantha. What do you think? I've had them like this for a little bit. Two slaves is better than one, wouldn't you say?"

"Maybe so..." Samantha said slowly. "As long as it was willing."

"Oh, it was." Wren snapped her fingers, and the two slaves looked up, finally catching sight of Samanatha. Casey seemed to shrink away, looking to the floor, or the wall, anywhere but the older woman's face.

"Casey." Wren said, "Samantha here wants to know if you became a **** willingly. You did, didn't you?"

"Y-yes Mistress." Casey said, still looking away. "Wren told me what would happen, a-and I agreed to it. I-it was my own choice."

"Your choice to become a **** to the dorm, to let us do whatever we want to you?" Wren pressed. "Touch you, and stroke you, make you cry out, and moan?"

Casey gulped, nodding very slowly, as if she wanted to be somewhere else.

"Y-yes."

"There. Do you see?" Wren said, turning to look at Samantha. "Totally legit!"

"Hmmm." Samantha said nothing for a moment, and then gestured for Casey to come towards her. The younger woman hesitated, but sprang to her feet with a look from Wren. Her green eyes flashed with anticipation and nerves as she drew closer to Samantha. The older woman took a good look at her body. She was lithe, and thin, with long legs, and smaller breasts. Her womanhood was shaved bare, and somewhat reddened from the attention it had gotten so far. Samantha felt the urge to reach out and touch her building within, and after a moment, she did just that. Casey jumped as she felt Samantha's slender fingers closing around her breast. Her nipple was the source of attention for some moments as Samantha teased it with her forefinger.

"Is this really what you want. Cas?" Samantha purred at her. "Look at me when I am talking to you. It isn't too late to go back, if you want to stop being a **** now, you can."

"I..." Casey did her best to meet the other woman's gaze, but it was hard, and she had to keep fighting the urge to let her eyes fall towards the ground. Samantha was messaging her breast now, running her hand up and down its length, nothing too harsh or too stimulating, but the constant motion made her extremely aware of the contact, a reminder that as a ****, she had no privacy at all.

She tried to breath, but her breathe was hitching, and she felt the shivers crawling up and down her spine.

"If you go on," Samantha said, "If you decide to be a ****, then you get **** in what happens to you, do you understand? We could do anything to you we wanted, we could make you cum, make videos of you and put them online, we could tease you until you begged for release..."

Casey moaned, Samantha had changed her target, and was now running a finger up and down her sodden slit, gently teasing her entrance with one finger. She felt so exposed, the urge to shield herself with her hands was hard to resist, but she knew if she did, she'd be punished.

"We could take photos of you in all kinds of interesting poses." Samantha went on. "And then post them to the college intranet. You'd like that, would you?"

"N-no..." Casey said, "p-please don't..."

"But you still want to be a ****?"

"Y-yes!" The word was half shouted because Samantha's finger had chosen that moment to finally enter her. Casey gulped, her legs felt shaky now, and it was the hardest thing in the world to ignore the stimulation and keep looking at Samantha. "Please! I-I want to be a ****! I want to be owned and used a-and punished!"

"I see." Samantha said. "Well, in that case, I suppose we should let you have your way."

She turned to Wren.

"I've had a busy day, so I am going to bed. Casey here is mine for the night, unless you have any objections?"

"Not at all." Wren was grinning. "Though, I don't know how much sleep you'll get if you take her with you. I'll just stick with Natalie here."

Casey gave one last look back to Natalie as Samantha half dragged her towards her room. Then, the door closed, and she was on her own.