That's for her to know, and us to find out in a bit...

Amy Barnes is walk along the hallway back towards her dormitory block, her legs shaking, barely able to believe what she just signed. Both parts - the insane Queen of Spades contract, and the accompanying NDA.

This is insane. This can't be happening. This place isn't real. It's all a big practical joke. I'm going to wake up from this horrible dream any second...

But then, Amy hears feminine moaning coming from behind a slightly-cracked-open door to a classroom, and is brought back to reality by the crushing realization that she is living in a very real sexual hellscape. Well, a hell for women who just want to get on with their law degree, and Disneyland for men who dream of being allowed to be inappropriate towards women, and exploit them.

"Oh... Oh... Oh..." The woman from inside the room is moaning softly, presumably unable to stay silent as she is violated by some cruel man who's managed to manipulate her into contractually consenting to being abused.

Amy knows she shouldn't... That what she sees will only upset her, and that there's nothing she can do to stop it... But she can't help herself. She tiptoes up to the crack in the door, and peeks inside.

"Oh yes, you naughty little toy... Right there..." She hears someone growl.

But it's not the man saying that.

Amy's eyes go wide as she takes in the scene inside.

A man - a rather attractive man, from what she can see from here - is on his back, on the ground. Squatting above his face is a slightly older, and somewhat overweight woman. Considering the age difference and... 'league' difference, and the fact that he's completely naked and she's only bottomless, and that he's not hard or playing with himself, it seems very unlikely that he's doing all that purely out of his own desire.

The man is the submissive one fulfilling a sexual contract! Understanding and realization shoots through Amy like a lightning bolt. The man is sexually servicing her! And just has to lie there and do it, with his arms pinned to his sides!

The woman's moans grow louder and more passionate... And Amy scarpers before they notice, or someone else comes down the hallway and embarrasses her by catching her being a voyeur.

Despite her awful situation, she feels a slightly renewed sense of hope.

This isn't just Disneyland for male abusers. Men have no inherent advantage here. Women can easily end up on top - literally. And I can too.

Amy returns to her dorm, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. If she's risking ending up as somebody's bitch, she wants to make sure that some people are risking ending up as her bitches too.

She goes to sleep a little more settled than last night, her head full of fantasies of her being the one squatting over some **** hunk's tongue.