Redeeming her IOU

The next Sunday night, Layla is about to turn in, when the messaging app used by the school and its students chimes. She checks it out and finds an anonymous message.

dont go to toilet tmrw morn time 2 pay yr debts

Not using the lavatory might be a problem. With luck, the secret messager will want to see her before classes start, but there is no guarantee of that and she doubts she will be able to hold it until lunchtime, so to give herself the best chance, she stays up studying until just before midnight and then empties her bladder. That can't count as the morning, by any definition.

The next day, she wakens as usual and performs almost all her ablutions, gets dressed and goes to breakfast. There are no further messages by the time classes start, but her midnight pee seems to have worked and she doesn't feel too close to bursting, yet.

That changes through the morning and by midday, she is starting to feel increasingly ****. Indeed, she considers herself lucky to have escaped punishment for being distracted, due to the fact that her thoughts are being continually drawn to her upcoming ordeal. The friends with whom she shares classes notice there is something wrong, but don't find an opportunity to talk to her about it. Eventually, at the start of the lunch break, she hears another ping.

1st fl ladies by lab 7h stall nrst door take selfie when ready

Due to the lack of punctuation, she has to read it a couple of times to work out what to do, then she makes her way to the nearly deserted science building and finds the specified laboratory space as quickly as she can. Sure enough, there is a toilet nearby and in the stall nearest the door, she sees a sleep mask-like blindfold lying on the cistern. Knowing the terms of the IOU, she quickly strips naked below the waist and decides to use the cistern for storage as well. Unfortunately, she sees a problem. The demure regulation college blouse comes to below her waist. She considers taking it off, but opts to just roll the bottom up so that it ends just above her belly button. Then, she sits on the lavatory, with her legs spread wide.

The final instruction was to take a selfie when ready, which will be tricky with the blindfold on. Presumably the boy holding her IOU will be watching her photo album in the cloud (all male students and staff at the college have access to the girls' saved photographs and videos). Not wanting to show more than necessary, the unfortunate debtor spends a few seconds angling the camera just right, before pulling the blindfold down over her eyes with one hand and immediately pressing the button to take the picture with the other. Then she slips the smartphone into her blouse pocket and waits.

She hears the door open almost immediately and comes to the conclusion that the person must have seen her arrive, even though she did not notice any other students on her way in. Footsteps come closer and then the door to her stall is pushed back against the wall (she did not lock it, of course). There is a brief pause, then a whispered word.

"Go."

The black girl's bladder is so full by now that it should be easy, but the audience is putting her off and the longer it takes to get going, the harder it is. Finally, after what seems to her to be an interminably long time, but is really just a few seconds, the flow begins, tinkling into the pan humiliatingly.

As the torrent eases to a gentle cascade, she can hear the man breathing heavily. When it slows to a trickle, the breathing seems to get closer and quicker. Layla fights the urge to lean back, instead staying still while the last few drops drip from her intimate folds. Thinking it's over, she waits for him to leave, so she can remove the blindfold and get dressed, but he starts to grunt and too late, she realizes what is happening.

The pretty black girl can't help wincing in disgust as he ejaculates over her tum and thighs. This wasn't part of the deal! She has had guys cum on her before—they seem to like the contrast between their creamy semen and her brown skin—but that doesn't give a stranger the right to paint her with his spunk. She has a good mind to complain to Chris about it. However, the worst is yet to come.

Layla opens her mouth to tell her voyeur that the show is over and then snaps it shut again when a different liquid blasts her. The anonymous spectator starts to piss on the shocked girl, aiming mainly for her crotch, but also spraying her chest and face. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he is bothering her, but can't stop herself squealing in dismay as the stream hits her blouse and hair. At least the blindfold mean he can't see her cry.

The degraded teenager holds herself stiff until she hears the outer door slam, then curls up into a ball and screams silently until the horror of her ordeal starts to fade. A week of blow jobs suddenly seems a much better deal than what she just went through.

When she has recovered enough, she takes off the blindfold and moves to clean up in the wash basin. Belatedly, she takes off her blouse, setting her smartphone on the side so she can rinse the urine out of the thin fabric. She then follows that up by washing her skin as best she can. Looking in the mirror, she groans at the sight of her hair, which is already starting to frizz where it has become wet. She will need to wash it tonight and then spend hours with the hair straighteners trying to get it back into some semblance of order. She can't help what it will look like for the rest of the day, though.

She is about to get dressed when she hears another chime from the messaging app. She instinctively looks and then recoils from the screen in shock.