Slut School: Emily's Secret

Emily was always a sweet girl, but sometimes she was a little too quiet for her own good. She was the kind of girl who never spoke up in class and was always seen alone. When she went to college, she thought she'd be able to do the same thing, keep her head down and stay out of everyone's way; no one would have to know how weird she was.

She felt ashamed of her interests. Such as, when she was younger and walked in on her parents having sex, she was so curious and couldn't stop thinking about it. She tried telling a friend, but they thought she was a weirdo and started calling her names.

Now at nineteen and far from anyone she knows in a new college, new life, she's still the same old Emily. Weirdo extraordinaire. 

She has such strong sexual urges that she can barely control herself. She fantasizes in every class that someone will lock the door and state their next assignment is to do each other. She's so scared that her roommate might accidentally find her collection of sex toys. Emily went from shyly slipping in and out of Spencers to utilizing the Internet to amass an extensive collection of toys featuring almost every kind of fetish and kink. 

Yet, there she was in Bio 101, scared to look anyone in the eyes when the teacher mentioned reproductive parts, fearing that anyone she made eye contact with would know she was already wearing her largest weighted anal plug and soaking herself in her skirt.

Sadly, as a first-year, Emily was required to go to the club assembly, where freshmen are encouraged to learn more about programs on campus and join a club. She wished she had a job or a class at that time so she wouldn't have to go; she forgot about it until her dorm's RA sent a group message. She would barely have time to put her backpack down before her dorm hall walked together to the gymnasium at 7 pm. 

'God, this sucks,' she thought, tempted to touch herself alone in the elevator. Thankfully, she didn't make a move yet, as the doors opened to the floor right before hers. 

"Going up?" A tall boy--No, a man asked her. 

She tried to say yes, to be polite, but her aching pussy distracted her, and all she could do was nod. 

"Hi, I'm Ryan," the tall man-boy said in a relaxed tone. Everyone in this dorm was supposed to be freshmen, but Ryan had a full beard and was at least a foot and a half taller than her, and his deep voice was so smooth. 

"Hi, um... Emily." The doors closed as she choked out her name. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm the RA for the 3rd floor. I'm doing my rounds before the club event." When he started speaking, Ryan stuck his hand out, so Emily bit back all of her fear and shook his hand. He held the grip tight and looked her right in the eyes.

"Hi..." Emily almost fainted. She was so dumb. 

'Oh my god, what a stupid slut, oh my god.' While Emily chastised herself, the elevator door to her floor opened, and Ryan laughed, stepping out. "See you there!" He chirped, proud of himself, and strode down the hall.

Tears pricked in her eyes, and she felt like an idiot. She embarrassed herself in front of this guy she would see for the rest of the school year. What an absolute idiot...

She didn't have time to cry, though. She needed to get this plug out of her before it fell out on its own. 

She flew to her dorm room, but her roommate, Dhara, was already walking out.

"Oh hey, Emily! Come on, put your bag down. We're going to be late!" Emily was so flustered from the last minute that she just nodded and threw her bag down. She gave the bathroom a longing glance while Dhara grabbed her hand, and they left the room. 

Dhara was talking nonstop the whole way there. Emily didn't mind because she didn't expect her to say much. Dhara had already gotten used to Emily's silence. However, Emily didn't mind for another reason; she didn't give a shit about what Dhara was saying right now. She didn't mean to be rude, but she was gasping every few steps and the only thing saving her from questioning looks was the lack of sunlight outside. She had never worn any weighted anal toy for this long--since her first class today at noon. Jesus, her asshole was going to be wrecked. She wouldn't be able to wear a plug for weeks at this rate; it would just fall out. 

The best thing she could do was focus on flexing her ass to help hold the weight in and reduce the soreness. Before she knew it, they were at the gym. 

The place was a maze. Bright banners and students with flyers were everywhere. At first, Dhara asked if Emily would stay with her, but then she wanted to look at a crowded table, so Emily motioned to her that she'd be waiting by the wall. 

Leaning her back against the wall felt so good. She knew if she sat down right now, she would explode from the toy being pushed back inside, so at least this gave her a way to rest. 

"Why are you sitting out on the sidelines? Nothing you're interested in?" Emily panicked and realized Ryan was right up on her, giving her a sweet smile. 

"No, um, not really." Emily looked down at her feet and hoped Ryan was like everyone who realized she was weird and went away. But he didn't.

"Well, it's good you're with a pro like me, huh?" He paused for a moment and waited for her to respond, but Emily just kept looking at her shoes.

"So, let's see... hmm. You seem like the type of person who enjoys anime; there's actually a club over there for fans or another club where they're creating student animes. Between you and me, though, I think that's just an excuse for drawing hentai and putting it on your resume." Ryan had lowered his voice at his last line and leaned in even closer. Emily could feel the hairs on her neck creeping up from the sudden intensity of it.

She was also stunned by how straightforward he was. She ended up looking back at him to say, "I can't say I blame them." She briefly gave him a supportive smile and then went back to looking down. 

That was all Ryan needed; she had motivated him to spill all the secrets of these clubs. 

"You were with that girl, right? I met her at another dorm event, so I assume she's your roommate. The table she's at right now, for the student modeling program, most of their models get roped into private nude modeling events if you know what I mean..." 

Emily snapped her head up and gasped, wondering if Dhara knew this before being so interested in the club.

Ryan smirked and kept going. "The film club, they are definitely operating an underground porn ring. Not going well, though. The art club, they sell hand-crafted dildos. The biology club, tutoring lessons where you uh.. discover the body. Everything around here is just students searching for an excuse to have sex, sell sex, and be sexy."

Emily couldn't believe it. She really couldn't. Now she knew Ryan was fucking with her. He knew. He must have known how much of a slut she was and was making fun of her for being obsessed with sex. Tears were welling in her eyes before she could help it, and she stormed off, leaving Ryan dumbfounded.

She made her way to the very back of the gym, where the energy waned, and there were only a few clubs advertising membership. She eyed their signs, Women's Athletic Group, Gentlemen's Club, Game Nights... 

She squinted at the sign for the Gentlemen's Club; there was no way he was right. Not only that, but that's not even a disguise. Curiosity got the best of her now that she had Ryan's words echoing in her mind.

She strode over and tried to act like she was reading the information on the trifold board for the Women's Athletic Club, but she listened in on the conversation behind her. A club member was telling a freshman about their club.

"At the Gentlemen's Club, we teach boys to be men and the perfect gentlemen. We promote good academic standing, keeping our bodies in good shape, and above all, abstinence. Sexual health is essential here, and the best way to stay safe is to avoid dangerous situations."

Emily almost snorted from her laughter. See, no way was Ryan right. He was fucking with her. 

"Ah, you found my club. I was building up to that." Emily's back straightened, and she winced as this caused her plug to ride back up a little into her anal cavity. Her heart stopped, and she turned around. 

"Uh, Ryan?" Her wide eyes made his grin grow. 

"I'm in the Gentlemen's Club. I was going to tell you about that next. You know, all these other clubs parade around so openly; some of us need to be discreet." Ryan looked her dead in the eyes, and her chest tightened. She was starting to get scared about what he did know. 

"Here, I've got a flyer for you." Ryan handed her a piece of paper that read 'Lady Wanted.' 

"We're hiring. We need a new... well, Lady, I guess." Ryan blushed at this but continued. "See, our club is for gentlemen. We take the fools here and turn them into something to be respected, but we need help teaching them to behave. We need a Lady, one they can practice their manners and skills on. It's a demanding role. We offer to pay for it since it can be a tad intimidating for one person."

"Why me?" Emily didn't know what to think of Ryan anymore. He said the weirdest things and, honestly, made her very uncomfortable.

"I just think you're more of a Lady than anyone here."

The rest of the night went by quickly once Dhara found Emily and dragged her along to other clubs. But all Emily could think about now was the flyer and why Ryan would say that if he barely knew her.

Finally, Emily told Dhara she wasn't feeling well and got to go back to the dorm early by herself. She jumped in the shower, knowing she was about to have the plug pop out of her. The second she turned on the water, she squatted and barely needed to tug on the toy to get it out. All the pressure of the day had built up, and she made a mess everywhere. The cramps she didn't know she had were gone, and she suddenly felt so much better. 

'You know, maybe I could use that job. I don't need the money, but I could buy some new toys. And if he creeps me out, I can just quit.' Emily thought more about the job offer and wondered how hard it could be—just being a dummy for them to talk to? Ryan was probably sexist and saw that she didn't talk much and thought that's what a lady was. If she wore her toys, she could make the time more fun for herself and think of some more fantasies. 

Emily was getting wet at the thought of that now. She touched herself, one hand going to her clit and the other to her brutalized asshole. She stuck a finger into her ass but quickly found she could slip all her fingers inside. She usually needed a longer warm-up to fist herself, but technically she'd been warming up all day. Emily let go of her clit, so she could grab onto a shower handle. She bent over and started toying with her asshole, sliding her hand in and out and grunting with each pass. When she closed her eyes, she pictured Ryan walking in and watching her, he would cross his arms and stay silent at first, enjoying the show she was putting on for him. Then he'd tell her to turn around and use her hand to fuck herself harder. While Emily imagined this scenario, she used her hand as she wanted him to. She slammed her fist into her ass and then curled it and used it to rhythmically punch her hole. She could normally last a lot longer, but with the thought of Ryan pressing his body against hers and forcing her hand to stay inside her, she quickly came and had to pull out before she clenched too hard. 

Panting for breath, Emily quickly finished her shower and got out before Dhara had a chance to complain that all the hot water was gone. 

The next morning, Emily emailed the club, attaching her resume and some random blurb about why she would make a good candidate. Without thinking more about it, she went to class that day. Making sure, of course, to wear a pad just in case she had any anal accidents as a result of her overtime yesterday. 

When she finally sat down to go to lunch, Emily checked her phone, seeing a new email from the Gentleman’s Club. 

‘Thank you for your interest in this position. Upon review of your resume, we are interested in setting up an interview with you to help finalize our decision. We have a meeting tonight, and if you’d be available to make it, this would be a great opportunity to understand our club values and environment. Please let us know what works for you.”

Emily sent a quick response and sighed, now worried about her decision. She hoped she wouldn’t have to speak too much, especially in a group. The thought terrified her. Guess she’ll find out tonight.

Later she walked up to the building where this meeting was supposed to be. 

'Who has club meetings at midnight?' She wondered while looking for the classroom it was supposed to be in.

"Hey! Emily! Glad to see you here!" Emily cringed when she saw Ryan waving her down at the end of the hall. It was strange to see him in a suit. As she got closer to the doorway he was standing in; she could see a dark room behind him with other men dressed in suits too. No one told her this was a formal event. She was wearing a plaid skirt and button-down shirt... She fought the urge to turn around and speed walk away. This was only an interview. She probably wouldn't even get the job if she wasn't dressed right. They would take one look at her and turn her away.

She shyly stepped up to Ryan, but he hadn't budged, blocking the doorway. Either he was oblivious, or he was purposefully keeping her to himself.

"Sorry, I'm underdressed. Maybe I should go." She kept her eyes on the ground and fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, which she brought in case they wanted to see her documents. 

"No, nonsense, we can do something about that." Before she could give him a confused look, he grabbed her arm and threw her into the middle of the room.

He closed the door behind him, and for a few seconds, it was pitch black and silent.

She could see everyone's faces staring at her when all the lights turned on. Well, more like she couldn't see. Everyone wore masks; she spun around, and more men in masks replaced Ryan.

One of them stepped forward, "Hi, I'm Adam. I'm the president of the Gentleman's Club. I'm the one who invited you here today. And don't worry, you're not underdressed."

Emily forgot about her humiliation and her shyness. She started to get angry. Who do these guys think they are fucking with her like this?

"Don't worry, let me answer your questions, Emily. My esteemed colleagues and new members, this is Emily."

In one large barrage of verbal assault, everyone simultaneously responded, "Hiii, Emily."

She refused to say anything back and stood firmly, eyeing the president.

He laughed and continued, "Well, we're the Gentleman's Club. We pride ourselves on our position at this school. We are some of the top students, the most active, and we promote sexual health. In fact, here, we train our students to abstain from sex. We teach them manners and how to engage with women properly. Does that make sense, Emily?"

She nodded, slowly losing the confidence to argue with this random dude. She just wanted to go home.

"Good. Grab her."

"What?" Emily barely breathed out the word before she felt hundreds of arms wrapped around her, pulling her backward--somewhere unknown. She thrashed about as a full face mask was shoved onto her head, covering her eyes and mouth, and her backpack was pulled off of her.

She wanted to cry. She wished she had friends who she told where she went. She wished she had spoken to Dhara and told her about this weird job offer she got. She wished a lot of things were different than they were.

But she couldn't bring herself to shed a single tear for some reason. She was tied to a chair with hands touching almost every part of her exposed skin, and as much as she didn't want to, she was getting turned on by this. 

This was her fantasy. 

Suddenly the mask was pulled off of her head, and she saw who she presumed was the president standing right in front of her. He leaned into her ear.

"Ryan told us all about you, you know. He's an RA for the floor below yours. He told us how he had to help look around the dorms to ensure everything was up to code, and he stumbled into your secret drawer. The one with all your toys and all your notebooks with your dirtiest fantasies. So, Emily, I've got to say, I think you're perfect for this position."

Emily's heart had stopped. She had a cold sweat dripping down her back, and she felt like she would have a panic attack. She didn't even realize Ryan or anyone else had to go into their rooms to look around. She was always so worried about Dhara finding something she didn't even consider someone else might.

But also. What kind of club was this?

"When I told him we needed a Lady, one to help teach these men manners and practice abstinence, I suppose I wasn't that specific. See. We encourage learning about every part of sex. Everything except putting our dicks into a woman... until they beg for it."

Emily's pussy was quivering. She felt her cervix muscles clenching of their own accord. More than anything, she hated how turned on she was right now.

This guy's face was now right in front of hers, and she was at a loss for words. All she could think to do was spit into his face. 

"Oh, you really are a bitch, huh?" He leaned back calmly before striking her face, making her head roll to the side.

She finally felt comfortable letting out a few tears.

"We're going to show you a good time, Emily. But like I said earlier, you're not underdressed. You're overdressed if anything."

He whistled. Another man came over and started undoing her shirt buttons.

"Emily, hey, look at me."

Emily took her eyes off the ground and glanced at her current captor. 

Finally, up close, she could recognize the masked figure as Ryan.

"You're taking this really well. I've actually got quite a hard-on from watching you."

Emily laughed, "How else would I be able to take this? I'm tied up."

He shrugged, "I thought you might like that. It was my suggestion."

Emily stopped and glared at him. He wasn't looking her in the eyes, though. He was concentrated on gently undoing her shirt buttons.

"Why..."

"I read your notebook Emily, our club has always done this, but I thought you would be the person we needed. Someone who already has experience but at the same time hasn't had their desires met by someone else before."

"We can give you euphoria."

Emily had to admit. She loved the sound of that, in theory.

"Do you guys really pay?" She asked this loud enough for the president to know she wanted him to respond.

Ryan backed away, having undone her shirt and spread it out, showing off her bra and chest. 

"Yes. For your time and diligence in this club. I understand we can put you in a... compromising position. I want to make it worth your time."

"When can I start?"

The president smirked, "Now."

Someone pulled Emily back by her hair, and another person cut her bra off of her from the front. 

She heard a smack to someone's head. "That is not what a gentleman does!"

"See Emily. This is why we need you," said the same voice, Adam's.

Someone else undid the remains of the bra from her back and slid the straps down her arms as far as they could go while tied up. 

"Alright now, men, separate into your groups. You'll take turns practicing. Group one is up first. Show me what I taught you."

Whatever force was pulling back her hair hadn't relinquished, and Emily realized it must have been tied back to the chair too. Her head was aimed at the ceiling of this dimly lit room.

Four faces popped into her vision and circled her.

They stayed silent until their leader said, "Nick, pull her skirt off, and be gentle."

Now she felt the hairs on her thighs prickle from the cold. 

She closed her eyes when the men got silent, knowing they could see her lack of underwear. 

One of the men held a tight grip on her neck, "You will make sure to give us the honor of removing your clothing next time, slut."

Emily's eyes burst open when a finger was thrust into her vagina. She let out a guttural moan, but the finger was quickly removed and stuck into her mouth. 

"And you'll do well to handle yourself better. You're truly a disgrace, not a lady."

Emily tried arching her pussy towards him, begging him to touch her again, moaning against his finger, wet with her juices.

She watched him pull out his finger and give her a disgusted look before he kicked her chair onto its side.

Emily screamed and started letting out a nervous laugh that she couldn't help.

"Brooks, gag her."

Suddenly a handkerchief was roughly shoved into her mouth and a blindfold on her eyes.

The chair had presumable damage because her restraints had been undone. It made the gentlemen's work more manageable as they pulled her body out of the ropes and made her stand up straight.

"Bend over and spread your ass for us, slut."

Emily did as she was told, slightly fearing the violence of this man who knocked her over and slightly thrilled by it.

"What a loose asshole. It looks like you're already gaping..." 

Someone held each of her arms out to her sides, and a clothed body was thrust against her ass. She arched into it as much as she could while being held. There was a hard presence, and she was sure the ringleader was as turned on as she was. But instead of fucking her like she thought he would, the clothing was replaced by skin. A face, someone had put their face right into her pussy. 

Emily started moaning while this man stuck his tongue as far as it would go into her pussy. He pulled in and out, and the trepidation had her close to convulsing. The thought of everyone here watching her pussy get eaten was enough to make her cum already.

The man flicked his tongue across her lips, working his way down until her clit was being sucked on. He started soft, but after a few seconds, she felt her clit being pinched harder than anything she could do to herself. The fucker was biting her clit off. She screamed through the gag, and the pain put her body on high alert. She started to thrash, but her arms were restrained, and with the way she was bent over, she feared she'd lose balance if she kicked. The pain felt like it was lasting forever, but after three seconds, the man stopped biting her clit and was licking it, proving everything was still intact. 

A guttural moan ripped out of Emily's body. She felt her muscles start to relax from the deep strokes of the tongue and that rush of adrenaline from the bite. She moaned in intervals and began thrusting against the licking tongue, moving faster and faster until the tongue stopped.

SMACK

Emily screamed!

SMACK

Emily's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground.

She'd been slapped twice on her open pussy, the second time getting hit right on the clit. 

She was so close to cumming, but he'd ruined it. 

'No, no, I can still cum.'

Emily wanted it more than anything. She wanted to show this group of men what she looked like when she came. It would only make her orgasm harder.

She rolled over on the floor until she was on her back and started to reach her hand down to her clit. She could touch herself for a brief second before her body was picked up and flipped over. 

"Slut. You don't cum until I let you. That's why I slapped you. And you definitely don't get to touch yourself. What kind of gentleman would I be if I made you do all the work?"

A foot was placed in the middle of her back, and pressure was applied to keep her down. Both of her feet were grabbed and pulled in different directions. A gentle finger worked its way up her legs one at a time and stopped right at her butt each time. The finger was inserted into her anus and quickly pumped in and out. 

With delight, Emily wanted to thrust again but was more limited in her motion. She felt drool soaking her makeshift gag. However, if playing with her vagina was orgasmic, then playing with her ass was ecstasy. She craved another finger, and what she craved, she received. Two fingers started pumping in and out of her.

"She could easily take a whole fist in here, same with her cunt. In fact, I'll bet she already has. What a dirty whore. I vote we each stick our hands up there and see how many she can fit."

Emily groaned in agreement, and her face felt hotter than before. She would really, really love that. 

Instead of two fingers, she heard the click of a bottle cap and felt a cold liquid on her ass. Lube.

With no warning, a whole hand was brought into her ass. The quickness of it felt like some small tears were made. Emily wanted to scream in pain, but the hand started lifting her body up from the inside, and the pressure on her ass made her pant; she felt like she was full. Drool was dripping from her mouth, but her spit went everywhere when she started getting pounded by the fist. The man had clenched his fist into a ball and was doing what she imagined Ryan doing to her in the shower the other night. The fist was leaving her ass entirely before slamming back inside. Her ass was raised in the air from being lifted up while her back was still pressed into the ground. 

When the man had enough of thrusting into her, he pulled his hand out and used his fingers to gape her asshole as wide as he could. The cold air and stretching of her muscle made her start to convulse. Her muscles contracted, and she began squirting. Her cum was gushing onto the floor quicker than the man could get out of the way.

"You bitch! This was expensive!" 

SMACK

Despite Emily's eyes being closed, she saw stars. Her gaped asshole was repeatedly smacked, forcing her body to push more cum out of her with each slap. 

She was truly on display for everyone right now.

"That's enough." The voice of the president brought Emily back to attention. "Next group, you're on punishment. Make sure she regrets this mess."