The dorm needs a fuck-mascot.

MONDAY, 6-WEEKS LATER

You slowly slide up and down Lucas Monroe’s fine dick, savouring its length and girth as it fills you. His beautiful chiselled features and golden locks deserve to be sculpted in marble. It seems he is also enjoying his view, of the beautiful Latina straddling him as he lies on the thickly carpeted floor. He reaches up and gently caresses your left breast. Then he runs his hands down your back and grasps your, supple rear, lifting you up and down to set a faster tempo.

From your fine perch you have an excellent view to contrast your own luxurious lovemaking with the scene of frenzied debauchery playing out in the rest of the Dorm Room.

Mandy is stood in the middle of the room, legs slightly apart and bent at the waist. She is being brutally spit roasted by George and Jolie. George, two massive hands firmly grasping Mandy's head, mercilessly fucks her face; whilst Jolie, no less relentless, savagely ploughs the helpless bimbo’s rump with a brown strap on dildo that is if anything, bigger than the one Di uses on the enslaved blonde. The gorgeous black girl is slapping the blonde’s ass for all she is worth. Already bright red marks have spread out across the curves of Mandy’s rear cheeks. The music student is really quite adept at setting a tempo that keeps her unwilling partner thrusting backwards and forwards. Mandy’s large tits jiggle and bounce nicely in time. Even her quivering backside has a rhythm to it you can almost imagine.

You find the contrast between the chocolate of Jolie and the fake tan of Mandy quite striking and erotic in its own way. And whilst you aren’t primarily interested in woman Jolie’s 32C breasts heave and sway magnificently as she performs on your sex ****.

On the couch naked, Pete strokes his cock. He is getting ready for round two having already abused Mandy’s mouth at the beginning of the session. Next to him Di is busily bringing herself to climax with a small vibrator as she watches the show. You have learnt that the short nerd has some serious voyeurism interspersed with the need for rampant sex. A fact Mandy has learnt to her continuing anal displeasure.

Billy stands with cock erect and leaning on the kitchen table as he waits his turn. The table is covered with used dinner plates and a Monopoly set. The remains of the evening’s earlier entertainment.

This is all now a familiar scene for a Monday at the dorm house.

For the past 6 weeks there has been a kind of routine for how Mandy is used. Most of the time she spends as an Adoring Sex ****, happily doing work around the house, waiting on you hand and foot. Sometimes you command her to lick your pussy or let one of your dorm mates use her.

There had been other benefits to. By simply having a sex **** you have noticed a marked increase in your grades. It wasn’t primarily that you were providing sexual favours. It was more a case that you had more time to study and the house was more relaxed. Of course, you were also supplying Mandy to where she could be of use. Professors did note that you had managed to obtain a sex **** and considerations were made. Nothing was said of course. That would be highly unprofessional. But perhaps if Mandy found herself ordered to go to a particular bar, perhaps with a few subtle suggestions and that bar was coincidentally a favourite of a Professor and Mandy was ordered not to return until the morning. Well then it wasn’t unusual for that Professor to be more favourably inclined towards your essays.

Wednesday evenings was Diana’s time to fuck Mandy. That had been agreed for the short girl's part in enslaving the bitchy cheerleader. Mandy’s squeals still made you chuckle. Once you had tried to listen to music in your bedroom with Diana frantically humping Mandy like some demented rabbit on the other bed, but it was impossible, so Wednesday evenings meant staying in the lounge.

On Mondays though it had become the dorm house tradition to have a Dorm Orgy. It was really a gangbang, but occasionally some of the dorm mates hooked up. Mandy was a complete bitch. This was known. So the Monday evening sessions were seriously cathartic for everyone to work out some aggression and tension. And as far as you could tell no-one really missed her on campus. Even her own sorority didn’t care she was now a fuck-toy for some random dorm house. Though in fairness most of her sisters were as bad as she was. But partly you also guessed it was because she had such a reputation as a slut that people probably figured she was going to be spreading her legs either way so what difference did it really make?

How things usually went were that on Monday evenings your Adorable Sex **** would cook something nice, and then the group would play a board game or cards. Something sociable. Then once everyone was in the mood, the fun would begin. You’d adjust your **** to release Mandy’s real mind, though of course not her body or agency.

The first week the group had gleefully explained to Mandy that she was being appointed as general dorm fuck toy, (or fuck mascot as Di and Pete insisted on calling her) and they needed her full attention on Mondays. Mandy was livid, but as she was compelled to obey, she had indeed performed admirably in her new role.

From then on every Monday, Mandy would go through the same routine. A few seconds of remembering what had happened; powerlessly spitting verbal rage at the group for her predicament; be reminded she had brought it on herself, vehemently disagree and then the fucking would begin.

You’d had a pang of guilt on the third week. Was it really fair to be bringing the nind of the real Mandy back just to punishment bang her? But on that week when her personality reasserted and before you could raise your concerns with the dorm she had managed to use some particularly choice racial epithets for yourself, Jolie and George, question Peter’s parentage and Billy’s hygiene all in the thirty seconds before the first cock entered her mouth. There was little sympathy for her from then on.

Something you’d started doing for the past few weeks was inviting a ‘special guest’ round on Monday’s. So far all of them had been Mandy’s exes to join in the fun.

All of which brought you back to this evening’s entertainment and the fine hunk you are currently riding.

Lucas Monroe; A post graduate law student and has been the Quarterback for the Shoubu Were-Ravens (one of the University’s Football Teams), for the past two years. Confident but on the right side of arrogant, perfect physique and charismatic, he was very fuckable. And Mandy hadn’t had him. In fact, Lucas had turned her drunken advances down. Which was a shame for her, because Adoring Sex **** Mandy had admitted to you after much coaxing (“but Mistress, it is you that I want”) that before enslavement Lucas was one of the few guys she actually liked and wanted to date, for real.

So it would be hell for her to know that not only was she being sexually dominated by a group she would consider losers, it was all under the mocking eye of her secret desire. And all the while Lucas was fucking the girl who had put her in the cage.

This thought spurs you on and you react to Lucas’ increased tempo, your buttocks rising and falling, lightly slapping his thighs. His cock fills you exquisitely. You close your eyes and let the sensation of his strong hands massaging your firm ass, wash over you. His breathing has quickened and he was obviously enjoying watching your supple athletic physique flex and grind.

You open your eyes to see that Jolie has pulled Mandy back hard on her massive fake prick, but George isn’t relenting. Grasping her hair painfully he furiously pulls the hapless sex **** in the opposite direction, her mouth gaping painfully to accept his raging member. Mandy’s arms flail uselessly as she strains to phyiscally accommodate this latest ****. Fortunately for her, almost simultaneously the African-American beauty and Russian hunk climax. Jolie’s thighs and ass shakes and she constricts Mandy’s hips tightly as the orgasm runs through her. For his part George emits a brief bellow of pleasure as he lets out thick ropes of cum into Mandy’s mouth and pulls away to spurt and splash her face.

The glorious sight of Mandy’s fresh defeat is too much and a wave of pleasure washes over you and you cum violently on Lucas. Moments later his own seed is filling you.

Mandy falls to her hands and knees. Her face a mess of splattered man juice and mascara smudges. “You bastards. One daummmphhnnmmmph” As if on clockwork Billy is there on his knees to quell her pointless moaning and vain threats by filling her mouth with his dick. Meanwhile Jolie tags Peter in with a high five. The law student needs no further encouragement to squat over and start humping the dorm fuck-toy.

You disengage from Lucas and help him up from the floor. You grab a wet wipe and clean down your inner thigh while he uses part of Mandy’s discarded wardrobe to clean his own dripping cock.

You put an arm around Lucas’s waist and rest a head against his side. He stands fully seven inches taller than you. His cock is already starting to twitch at the sight of the unrestrained reaming Mandy is receiving. You stroke his member. “Do you want her?” you ask.