Into the Boys Residence

Abbie took Ellen downhill to the Boys Residence B building. Her little sluttified asian obediently followed in a black leather miniskirt and a near transparent cotton tshirt. The Pimptress occasionally swiped her charge's bum with a black horsecrop, making Ellen yelp.

Unfortunately, the residence door was locked. There was a keypad.

"Whorekins, what's the keycode?" Abbie asked sternly.

"I don't know, mistress."

CROP "Bad slut. Good sluts know how to get in to where the boys are. Bend over, hands on the glass partition."

Abbie put one hand firmly in the small of Ellen's back and proceeded to spank the ho with the other.

SPANK SPANK

A boy walked by inside and stopped, intrigued.

"Hey," Abbie called out. "Let me and my ho in."

The boy approached, bemused.

"Why? I don't know you."

"Ask nicely, ho," Abbie cropped Ellen's ass.

Ellen lifted her eyes shyly. The boy looked cute, polite, normal. He could have been a classmate in any of her classes. What must he think of her? He must see she was a good girl, not a slut, whatever the clothes. Surely he'd treat her with dignity and respect. "Could you please let us in?"

CROP "Nicer!"

Ellen winced. "Please, please let us in, Sir."

"I don't know..." the boy trailed off, scratching his chin.

"Show him your tits, ho!"

"NOW!"

Ellen straightened and pulled the gauzy cotton of her tshirt up, baring her stomach and perky breasts. She felt humiliated doing this in the open at college. It was like she was transitioning from Ellen, college girl, to something else. To whorekins, college ho-slut. How long would Abbie keep pimping her out? How much did her Pimpstress need in tuition, really?

Abbie tapped her foot.

The boy hesitated. "Hmm..."

CROP "Press your slutty tits against the glass, ho!"

The glass partition was cool against Ellen's skin. Her nipples and breasts flattened. Abbie cropped her encouragingly until her tummy, thighs, arms were all pressed into the glass. Ellen felt like a tiny specimen under a microscope.

"What's wrong with me?" she thought. "Is this all happenning just because Abbie found that little bag of weed? Why do I obey? Why does it feel good to obey?"

"Ok," the boy said and let them in. "Don't steal anything."

Abbie and Ellen were in the residence corridor. Just like in their residence building, there were two common rooms with a tv and couches on each floor, as well lots of student apartments, housing 2-4 boys each.

CROP

"Sway those hips, ho! Lots of boys in here and they'll all want what I am pimping."