You're not lost, this is your room.

The sound of running water stops. The girl stands up, she's at least a head taller than you, and plucks the note with the room-number out of your hands. Glancing at it she grins. “Nope, you're not lost. This is the only 3127. Name's Susan, nice to meetcha.”

Before you can react, Susan grabs you by the collar and pulls you in the room, closing the door behind you.

The other door opens and a blond bombshell enters, the only thing she's wearing a towel around her shoulders that barely cover the nipples of her at least E-cup bust. Her cock is fully erect, and looks almost as long as your arm, at least as thick as your wrist. She grins. “He's finally here I see. God, I've been waiting forever.” She takes a few steps in your direction, stopping so close that her cock is almost touching you. “And he's a cute one, are we lucky or what? I'm Carol cutie, what's your name?”

You gulp, trying to back away, but Susan has a hand on your shoulder. “D-Doug.” You answer. “Listen, sorry for barging in, but I took vows, and I don't want any trouble, so I'll just-” You try to move to the door, but Susan's grip is like iron.

“And where do you think you're going Douggie?” Susan asks. “This is your room, and it's after curfew. As for your vows, don't worry, we'd never do anything that would break them, after all we're your seniors by a year in this seminar.”

A small sigh of relief escapes your lips. The girls look at each other and grin, then Carol leans forward, running her finger along your chin. “You took a vow of non-procreation Doug, that means you vowed not to commit any act that would lead to creation, in other words pregnancy. What that means is that you essentially promised not to stick this” her other hand coups your manhood “into a girl's pussy, though generally it usually means to not use your little cock on a girl, period.”

You begin to pale as you understand what the girls are trying to say. Susan chuckles as she pinches your butt. “Yup, you're getting it. Nothing in your vows forbids you, and us, to have some fun with this side here. And you have no idea how horny we are.”

Carol takes another step towards you. Since she isn't much bigger than you, you feel her soft breasts against your chest and her hard cock on your stomach. She leans forward, mashing her chests even more against your chest, to whisper in your ear. “You see Doug, rules are a bit odd. We girls are just roomed with each other for the first year, no boys allowed for us, only studying. I mean sure, we could just fuck each other, girls can't get each other pregnant after all,” males would probably be extinct if that were not the case “but most girls aren't that into it, and while not forbidden it's frowned upon. So basically Susie and I spent an entire year in **** celibacy, with only our hands for companionship, waiting for the day we'd get a boy assigned to our dorm. And now you're here.”

“We're going to have so much fun together.” Susan whispers into your other ear from behind. She's rubbing herself against you, only one step away from dry-humping. “You know the seminar lasts at least four years, right? I'll tell you a secret, almost nobody ever absolved it that quickly, twice as long isn't unheard of.”

You begin to sweat as you're trying to find a way out of this situation. You joined to the priesthood something like this wouldn't happen to you. “Y-You're lying.” You manage to say. “I'll report you to the dorm-mother.”

You feel Susan's grip on your shoulder tightened for a moment, and Carol takes a step back. Her expression is no longer lusty, now she grimaces. “Look Doug,” She begins, her face serious. “Normally I'd tell you to go ahead, she'll tell you the same thing we did, but in this case you really shouldn't if you know what's good for you.”

Their reaction gives you a bit of hope. Maybe they were lying through their teeth. “And why is that?”

Susan sighs. “Because the 'dorm-mother', as you put it, for our floor is Sister Angeline.” She shudders, and from what your shoulder tells you Susan is mirroring the reaction.

You blink, confused. “And?”

Carol smacks her forehead. “Right, you're new here, you don't know the staff. Okay, here's the short summary on Sister Angeline. You might have seen her, she's in her mid-twenties, nice body, boobs bigger than mine, warm brown eyes, black hair slightly curly and kept somewhere between chin- and shoulder-length. Very pretty, with a gentle smile that can be described as angelic and a soft, pleasant voice.” That actually sounds great so far, and you're considering just making a break for it. You saw the room Sister Angeline was in when you were looking for yours, her name was on the door. Then Carol continues. “Biggest sadist you will ever meet.”

Your train of thought derails. Violently. “What?”

Susan has released your shoulder and stepped next to Carol. “Yup, she's the worst. Humiliation, ropes, toys, paddles, she's mastered the full nine-yards, but her specialty is CBT. I mean she's merciless even when punishing a girl, and those don't get her rocks off. With boys... yeah, you don't want to know.”

Carol grimaced. “I hear even when she's not officially punishing someone, she never takes a boy before she's kicked him in the balls at least once.”

Susan shrugs, but her expression's also pained. “Well, I've seen boys carried to their rooms foaming at the mouths when she was done with them, so I believe it.” She paused. “Wait, didn't Jonathan...”

At the name, Carol's eyes snap open. “Oh god, I forgot all about that!” She grabs your shoulders and shakes you. “You can't go to her, not tonight, and probably the next few days either.”

You shake her hands off. “Why not? And who's Jonathan?”

Carol's face twitched. “Jonathan was Sister Angeline's favorite, her toyboy. She grabbed him any chance she got, even if he hadn't done anything wrong. He actually graduated from here just before your batch came-” “Assuming he survived her 'graduation-party'.” Susan threw in with a shiver. Carol winced, but continued. “Anyways, the point is, Sister Angeline's been in a terrible mood lately, and right now she'll be on the prowl for a new 'favorite'. You really don't want to attract her attention right now.”

Susan walks to your side, presses your arm against her chest, and blows into your ear. “Just stay here with us. We'll be very loving, and we won't get too rough with you.”

“Or,” Carol throws in, crossing her arms beneath her chest in a way that pushes her impressive bust together “you can go to Sister Angeline, we still get to have our fun with you, and for the rest of the time here we'll have to take you a bit more roughed up. Your choice.”