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Virgin Turned Fuckslut Ch. 01

By: Shhhh



Mandy wasn't crazy about the idea of going away to school. While growing up, she had always just assumed she'd go to the college that was located ten minutes outside of her hometown. After all, it made sense for her to go there, as she could live at home and save money that way. However, what she hadn't counted on was her mother remarrying.

Mandy's new stepfather was older than her mother; probably in his late fifties. While to others he appeared to be a distinguished and well-respected businessman, there was something about him that Mandy didn't like. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but from day one, he'd given her a bad feeling.

That's why she reluctantly agreed when he offered to send her halfway across country to a rather prestigious college. (Mandy herself hadn't ever heard of it, but her stepfather assured her it was very well known in the business world, and that he could offer her an internship and, after graduating, a well-paying job.) It was the chance of a lifetime, really. Her wealthy stepfather would pay her tuition and all of her living expenses, plus she wouldn't have to live in the same house as him anymore. It seemed like a perfect arrangement.

Now, however, Mandy was not so sure. One of the conditions of her acceptance to the school was a complete physical. Mandy despised going to the doctor. In fact, she hadn't been to the doctor since she was sixteen and had a sprained ankle, and the last time she'd had a physical must have been a good ten years ago. Before marrying her new husband, Mandy's mother didn't have the expendable to splurge on regular check-ups, which was just fine by Mandy.

But here she was, sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office at 4 p.m. on Friday afternoon, waiting somewhat apprehensively for the bored looking secretary to call her name. Finally it was called, and Mandy jumped up, followed the woman to a room at the far end of the hall, and was left alone in a small room with the instructions to disrobe and wait for the doctor.

Nervously, Mandy took in her surroundings. There were two chairs, a desk, a table covered with an assortment of shiny, cold-looking metal instruments, and a bed-like contraption with stirrups down at the bottom. Mandy may have never had a gynecological examination before, but she wasn't stupid, and cringed as she envisioned herself laying on that table, nude and spread open for the doctor. She could feel herself blushing.

Annoyed by this, she scolded herself for being so immature. After all, he was a doctor. A professional. He'd probably seen hundreds of naked women before; it was part of his job and nothing to be ashamed of...right? Deciding that the sooner the exam started, the sooner it would be over with, Mandy took off her clothing, leaving on only her white cotton panties and matching bra, then sat gingerly on the edge of the nearest chair, shivering from the draft.

Before long, she heard footsteps coming down the hall, and the door opened. Her breath caught in her throat a bit as a tall, good looking middle aged man in a white coat walked in. He sat down in the chair across from her and looked at her for an awkward moment, then said "I'm Dr. Browne, and you must be Mandy?" Before she could answer, a look of annoyance appeared on his face and his cold blue eyes pierced hers. "Did the secretary not instruct you to remove your clothing?"

Taken aback, Mandy nodded and opened her moth to reply, not really sure what to say. Before she could say anything, though, he barked at her "Well then get rid of those panties and that bra! I don't have all day. If you're going to waste my time, you need to find yourself a new physician. Otherwise, do as I instruct you. NOW!"

"I-I'm sorry Doctor," Mandy stuttered, fumbling for the clasp of her bra. She was horrified to see that he just sat there and looked at her with those hard blue eyes, not even offering her the slightest shred of privacy. Mandy pulled her bra from her body and her large, soft breasts fell free, the nipples already beginning to perk up from the chill in the white, impersonal room. She couldn't bear to see him watch her, so averting her eyes, she stood and, hunched over in embarrassment, slid her panties down her white, creamy thighs and to her ankles, where she stepped out of them.

"Well firstly, your posture is repugnant," Dr. Browne commented. "See the way your breasts hang? You need to stand up straight, shoulders back, and thrust your chest out. Well? Hurry up!"

Trying to blink back the tears of humiliation that were forming in here eyes, Mandy did as instructed, straightening her back and pulling her shoulders down and back, which caused her bouncy breasts to stick right out. This was terrible. She'd heard rumors that Dr. Browne was an unconventional doctor and had dreaded coming, but he was the one her stepfather had made the appointment with, and since it was his money...what could Mandy possibly do but obey?

Dr. Browne appeared to be deep in thought, and, stroking his chin lightly, he slowly, torturously walked around Mandy, stopping for what seemed like ages but was in actuality probably only a few seconds to take in the view from the back. "You're carrying some extra weight in your buttocks," he commented, and to her horror, Mandy felt him reach out and pat her rump with the palm of his hand. He then took a handful of her cheek in his hand and squeezed the supple flesh. "We'll need to work on that," he said, more to himself than to Mandy. Continuing his degrading tour, he walked around to the front and poked her soft belly with his finger. "You've got an extra layer of flab across your midsection, and your breasts are likely this full on account of the extra weight you're carrying - although I do suspect you're a large-breasted girl to begin with. You'll need to lose thirty pounds, though."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, and Mandy couldn't take it anymore. She hated confrontations, but this was worse than any confrontation could be, surely. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself to look the abrupt doctor in the eye and said "Doctor, is this necessary? I'm here for a physical, not to be criticized. I'm beginning to think that I should make arrangements to see a different doctor."

It was difficult to judge his expression, but the doctor regarded her thoughtfully for a brief time, then spoke in a bemused voice. "Sometimes the truth hurts, Mandy. If you can't take it, then you're right; you shouldn't be my patient. However, I should warn you that I am one of only three doctors who work for the college you wish to be attending. That means that you will need to get an appointment with one of the other two - and they, like me, are booked for months in advance, as there are many others who want to get into the same college that you're applying to." He regarded her coolly. "So, the choice is yours. Do you want to call this off right now, or continue with the examination?"

Mandy hated to admit it, but his argument was logical. She sighed and silently nodded for him to continue. Immediately, his hands returned to her stomach and fondled her belly, pinching at her pudge. He even pushed his pinky into her belly button, rather hard. The pressure made her feel like she had to pee, and she squirmed in discomfort.

The doctor noted his and smiled. "Good, I see you need to urinate. That's perfect, as I need a urine sample to send away to the lab for analysis." He produced a tiny plastic cup and handed it to her. "Whenever you're ready, Mandy."

"Uh, okay." Trying to be cooperative, Mandy willed herself to do whatever he asked so she could leave as soon as possible. "Which way to the bathroom?"

"The plumbing is being redone," he informed her. "You'll stay right here." It was only after he'd stood looking at her for several seconds that Mandy realized that Dr. Browne had no intention of leaving the room while she produced the urine sample. 

"I um, don't think I have to go after all," she lied as she simultaneously clenched her muscles tightly, silently commanding herself to hold it in. "Can I just bring a urine sample in first thing Monday morning?"

Mandy couldn't be sure, but she thought the doctor was smirking a little. "If you're nervous, that's fine," he said agreeably. "We'll leave that part of the examination for now, and maybe you'll be relaxed enough to go a bit later." While Mandy was positive this wouldn't be the case, she was eager to move onto the next part of the exam and hopefully make the doctor forget about the urine sample, so she agreed.

"Hop up on the table then," he commanded, patting the table as he had her curvy bottom only moments earlier.

Reluctantly, Mandy sat on the table, but he motioned for her to lay right down on her back. Once she had, he wasted no time in having her put her feet in the stirrups. Mandy had assumed her feet would just sit on top of them, but he secured her right in, telling her it was to ensure that she wouldn't slip or move around during the examination.

Mandy was ashamed to find herself laying on her back on the table, completely naked. Her feet were secured to the stirrups which spread her legs wide and made her genitals and anus completely accessible to the brusque doctor.

"Oww!" She was brought back to reality as the doctor seized one of her big round breasts in each hand and squeezed them. "What are you doing?! That hurts!"

"I'm checking for tissue abnormalities, now hold still," he grunted, kneading her breast meat with his big strong fingers. He then grabbed her perky, hard nipples and pinched them tightly, pulling them from her body. Mandy writhed in discomfort as he manhandled her tender tits, wishing the whole ordeal would just hurry up and be over. ...Though had she known what was coming next, she may have not been so eager.

Before she knew it, Dr. Browne's hand slid down her stomach and to her spread labia. He lightly gripped her outer lips, running his fingers up and down them, then pulling them right apart and peering inside of her. Mandy closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was all a bad dream.

"According to your chart, you're a virgin," he said, half to himself. "That means we won't be inserting a speculum into your vagina today." Mandy breathed a sigh of relief, but then he continued, "I will, however, have to insert a finger to feel for any lumps or other abnormalities. I see you are already very well lubricated, so KY jelly won't be necessary for this part of the exam."

Mandy had never been so mortified in her life. She didn't know what was worse: the fact that she was soaking wet and undeniably turned on from this crude physical, or the fact that Dr. Browne had noticed and had the audacity to comment on it. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and heard him snap on a rubber glove, then felt him run his fingertip gently up and down her dripping slit, gasping as it brushed against her engorged, throbbing clit. It was all she could to not to gyrate and hump at the intruder as his thick finger positioned itself at the entrance to her vagina and began to push in.

Once the finger was embedded inside of her tight, virginal cunt, it began to wriggle around, pushing against the walls of her vagina as the doctor felt the lining of her pussy thoroughly. Mandy was terrified that she was going to orgasm, and was both relieved and disappointed when the doctor finally withdrew his finger, leaving her right on the edge with nothing to push her over. 

Unfortunately, Mandy's wish that the doctor would forget about the urine sample had not come true. He slid a bedpan underneath her, and then his finger returned to her belly button, the pressure once again evoking a sensation of needing to empty her bladder. Mandy squirmed and fought the urge to pee. The doctor had another trick up his sleeve though. "Without the urine sample, your physical will be incomplete and thus you will not be accepted to the college, so I suggest you cooperate." With that, she felt him push something soft and feathery into her urethra. It tickled her pee hole wickedly, and before she could stop herself, she was instinctively clenching and unclenching her muscles in an attempt to relieve the itching feeling. This was all the prompting her full bladder needed, and all of a sudden Mandy felt a stream of hot piss trickle down her thigh and into the bedpan. The doctor stood above her, watching as she peed herself uncontrollably, her face as bright red as her recently fondled genitals. It seemed to take forever for Mandy to finish, and having Dr. Browne wipe her clean was the ultimate humiliation. She couldn't wait to get out of there and pretend it hadn't happened.

Thinking it was over, Mandy waited for the doctor to release her feet from the stirrups, but instead, she was shocked to feel his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading her shapely buns apart so that he could look at her anus. "Hold still," he ordered her gruffly, then before she could protest, she felt him squirt some KY jelly on her puckered hole and rub it in with his fingertip. He then applied more pressure and worked the tip of his glove-encased index finger into her tiny asshole. "Bear down on my finger like when you have a bowel movement," the doctor told Mandy matter-of-factly. "It will make it less uncomfortable for you."

Unsuccessfully trying to stifle her sobs of shame, Mandy did what he said, pushing out on her anus as hard as she could while the doctor pushed inward. All of a sudden, her sphincter gave way and the doctor's finger was up her asshole. It felt foreign to Mandy, who had never had anything inserted into her anus before, as the doctor's thick finger stuffed her asshole and moved around inside it while her sphincter muscle clenched and unclenched around the intruder, trying unsuccessfully to expel it.

Finally he pulled his finger out with a loud pop. "You've done very well today Mandy," he told the weeping girl. "I know it was very embarrassing for you, but remember, it was necessary for you to endure all of this in order to be accepted to the college." In a tone that was almost kindly, he informed her, "Although you will need to lose some weight and tone up, I am confident that your health is generally good, and that you will make a fine candidate at the college. You will have my full recommendation."

Mandy smiled through her few remaining tears. "Thank you, Doctor. Can I get down now?"

"There's one more thing," the doctor replied. "I need to collect a stool sample." He slid the bedpan back under her, this time positioning it directly under her anus. "Go ahead."

Mandy gasped. He couldn't possibly expect her to do that here in front of him? That was just disgusting! It seemed he was reading her thoughts, for before she could protest, Dr. Browne said quietly, "if you cannot, I can administer an enema, Mandy, but I think it is something you would prefer to avoid for today. So try to go for me, okay? Come on, push like a good girl." His finger rubbed her anus teasingly, the tip pushing inside, forcing her to push out in order to keep it out. The doctor's finger was insistent, and Mandy pushed and pushed until his efforts were rewarded by two loud, wet farts followed by the stool he'd demanded she produce. He watched as it appeared at the opening of her anus, then suddenly shot out as it cleared her strong muscle, landing right on target in the bedpan.

Mandy cried helplessly as the doctor cleaned her anus with a wet cloth, then wordlessly released her from her restraints and left her to dress and leave the clinic.

Smiling to himself as he wrote up the report, he thought about all the fun he and the others would have with her. He loved the way she reacted to humiliation, blushing furiously and wailing in shame. She would be a star at the college, he knew. For the "college" her stepfather was sending her to was, unbeknownst to her, in fact an institution which trained young, inexperienced girls to become adult movie stars. Yes, Dr. Browne thought to himself, Mandy would most certainly be a star.

Virgin Turned Fuckslut Ch. 02



With a nervous knot of anticipation in the pit of her stomach, Mandy studied the map of the college for about the tenth time that day. She didn't remember the last time she'd been so worried.

She had arrived at the college the previous night, accompanied by her mother and stepfather. Her stepfather had taken care of everything for her, making sure that her registration and orientation would go smoothly. Although Mandy wasn't particularly fond of him, she had to admit that he had been really great about helping her plan her future. Not only was he providing the money for her to go to college, he was also showing a tremendous interest in her well being and future success. He'd pulled some strings and had arranged for her to have her own private dorm room, which was a privilege usually reserved for the third and fourth year students. 

It was nice that her stepfather had done all of this for her, although he had become somewhat overbearing. In fact, he had taken it upon himself to set up Mandy's timetable, choosing which classes she would take for her. Mandy hadn't found out for herself which classes she was enrolled in until the night before classes started, at her registration session!

And she hadn't been overly pleased, either. She had been placed in some of the mandatory classes, such as those pertaining to languages and the social sciences, which was fine by her. However, as her elective classes, Mandy's stepfather had chosen Physical Education, Cosmetology, and Health & Wellness 101. Mandy was the most annoyed that she had been enrolled in Physical Education, as she was not very athletic and had despised it in high school, always feeling self-conscious and clumsy.

This morning she had attended English class without incident, and from there had gone to Health & Wellness 101, which surprised her a bit, to say the least. The professor was a rather young, attractive-looking young man, while every student in the room was female. Mandy had taken health classes before in high school, but they mainly focused on things like menstruation and promoting abstinence. This class was different though. Upon reading the outline for the semester, she found that while it dealt extensively with STDs and safe sex, the majority of the course was based on sex itself. There was to be a chapter on the female orgasm, one on female masturbation, and another entitled "Society's Taboos & Sex," the subject of which Mandy was somewhat afraid to even think about! It wasn't that she wasn't curious about that sort of thing, because she was. It was just that she felt uncomfortable about discussing issues like that in a classroom full of her peers, not to mention in front of a really good looking, young male professor. She supposed this college must be much more liberal-minded than her small town high school had been.

After lunch, Mandy was to report to the enormous gymnasium for her first Physical Education class. That's where she was headed now, already dreading having to change in front of the other girls in the locker room - she couldn't help but notice that most of the girls she went to school with were all drop dead gorgeous with athletic, tight bodies, great tans, large breasts, and perfectly styled hair. It made her feel that more self conscious of her curvy body and creamy skin.

Well, here she was. Taking a deep breath, Mandy steeled herself, then pushed open the doors to the gymnasium and stepped inside. Surprisingly, there were no other students in there. Instead, there were two men clad in sweatpants and baseball caps. They looked like the stereotypical coach - one even had a whistle around his neck and carried a clipboard. 

Nervously, Mandy approached him. He watched her as she walked up to him, making her feel even more nervous.

"Afternoon, Mandy," he said indifferently, his eyes still not leaving her body. "I'm Coach Richards, and this is Coach Hudson." She was surprised that he knew her name, and, seeing her surprise, he explained himself. "We're going to work together one-on-one today." Checking the chart on his clipboard briefly, he continued, "Dr. Browne, while confident that you are in good health, felt it best that we start you off slowly on our physical fitness program and allow you to progress at your own rate, as you are not as physically fit as some of our more advanced students."

Mandy cringed just at hearing the doctor's name, remembering the mortifyingly humiliating physical examination he had forced her to endure. Then, when what Coach Richards was saying to her sunk in, she began to blush. What was worse was that he noticed this.

"You've no reason to be embarrassed, Mandy," he said kindly. "Not everyone is naturally athletic - it's okay. What Coach Hudson and I want to do is help you to become more physically fit. Not only will you become healthier physically, but you will also feel better about yourself, we are sure. We will closely supervise your progress and make sure that you see results. Now, how about you head over to the locker room, and put on your gym uniform. Oh, and it is important that you wear only what has been laid out for you in the locker room, okay? School regulations, you know."

Nodding that she understood, Mandy headed off to the locker room to change. She found the outfit that had been laid out for her. It consisted of gym shorts, a t-shirt, running shoes, socks, and a red thong. She couldn't imagine why the school would even assign underwear - and a red thong, at that - but did not want to start off on the wrong foot with the coaches; she had always been intimidated by people in positions of power - especially when those people had the authority to make or break her grade in Physical Education 101! So, Mandy removed all of her clothing and put on the "uniform" that had been assigned.

The only problem was that it did not adequately cover her! The socks and shoes were fine, but as for the shorts and t-shirt? The shorts were extremely tiny, and looked more like panties on her, as they were so incredibly short. They were also very tight, to the point where she could almost make out the bulging lips of her pussy beneath them. Whenever she moved her legs to walk, the red thong peeked out from beneath her shorts rather obviously. The t-shirt, too, was far too tight, and clung to her large breasts like a second skin. The material was very thin, and her large nipples poked out prominently. Standing frozen in front of the mirror, Mandy didn't know what to do. She didn't want to anger the coaches, but she certainly couldn't parade around out there in front of them like this!

Suddenly the door banged, and Mandy jumped as Coach Richards strode in. "What's taking so long, Mandy? Is there a problem?"

Fumbling for a towel, Mandy nodded. "Yes, there's a problem! My uniform doesn't fit me and..." lowering her voice a little, she continued, "you said to wear only what was assigned to me, but they forgot to issue me a sports bra!"

Sporting an expression of genuine concern, the coach reached for the towel Mandy held protectively in front of herself. "Let's see, then."

Before she could protest, the towel was gone, and Mandy was standing before the coach in a gym uniform that made her feel more exposed than she would had she been nude. Crossing her arms over her big breasts hastily, she cast her gaze downward as the coach examined the uniform, his eyes traveling from her .

"Your uniform is just fine, Mandy. I know you may feel a little self-conscious in it now, but there is no reason to. The reason the clothing fits you so snugly is so that Coach Hudson and I can ensure that your body movements are smooth and natural - we wouldn't want you to injure yourself! Surely you can understand that if you were to wear baggier clothing, we would not be able to see if you were moving in ways that could cause harm to your body - and you certainly don't want to end up with a strained or pulled muscle Mandy; those are painful! Oh, and about the sports bra; your t-shirt is snug fitting, so it should be adequate, thus a sports bra is unnecessary." The coach smiled reassuringly. "Now, let's not waste any more time! It's time for you to get out there so we can begin your first session of our fitness program!"

Coach Richards marched Mandy back into the gymnasium where he and Coach Hudson sat on the bleachers directly above her, watching closely as she sat on the floor and did her warm-up stretches. She was especially embarrassed when they instructed her to lay on her back and bring her knees up in front of her face, supposedly to stretch her lower back. The position it put her in gave them a direct view of her large, spread bottom and puffy pussy, outlined by the teensy little gym shorts. She knew that her ass cheeks were hanging out of the shorts, and worried too that they could see the red material of the thong on her pussy. Not once did their eyes leave her body.

"Okay Mandy, it's time to do some laps!" Coach Hudson announced. Begrudgingly, Mandy complied, only to discover that to her horror - and discomfort - her breasts bounced and jiggled painfully beneath the thing material of her white t-shirt as she ran. Biting her lip in determination, she brought her arms close to her body, trying to offer some support to the large globes of flesh. However, the coaches would have none of that. "Mandy!" Coach Hudson called out. "Arms above your head please! It will make you stand straighter and help you to breathe deeper!" And so, Mandy was forced to run with her hands above her head as her big tits and fat ass cheeks jiggled all over the place while the two men watched intently. It was torturous.

Finally, they told Mandy that she could stop, but instructed her that she must go into the sauna for a massage before she could leave, as they did not want her muscles to cramp from the strain she had put on them. They followed her and had her remove her skimpy t-shirt and shorts, then made her lay down on the table, naked except for the tiny red thong beneath the fluffy white towel. Coach Hudson then began to knead the back of her calf with strong, skilled hands as Coach Richards did the same to her shoulders. Mandy hated to admit it, but it did feel good.

Soon though, she was getting nervous. One set of hands traveled farther and farther up her legs until they were massaging her ass cheeks. Mandy didn't know if she should say anything or not. What was she supposed to say? So, she bit her lip and allowed the hands to explore her body. Seconds later though, the towel was pulled away, and her thong-clad ass was exposed to the two men. Coach Richards whispered something to Coach Hudson and the two men chuckled. Mandy wanted to die.

"I'm going to be late for my next class," she mumbled hurriedly, trying to get off the table while simultaneously wrapping the towel back around herself. Two strong pairs of hands held her down. 

"You're not dismissed until we say you are," Coach Hudson informed her emotionlessly as more oil was poured on her ass and was rubbed in by thick, calloused fingertips. A hand pushed her legs apart and the thong was pulled to the side. Fingers moved between her ass cheeks and ran up and down, over her anus and then down lower to her moist pussy. They rubbed the oil in sensuously and Mandy squirmed as they began to evoke pleasurable sensations from her untrained body. Then she felt a fingertip pushing in on her anus, and as much as she fought to tighten up her sphincter and keep it out, it was useless, as it was coated liberally in the massage oil. The slick finger pushed harder and harder, and was soon embedded in her tiny asshole. Mandy writhed around on the table in discomfort as she felt her tight anus at first struggle to expel the finger and then, when that proved unsuccessful, relax and attempt to accommodate the intruder.

The finger began to fuck in and out of her asshole with short, fast strokes, and Mandy sobbed helplessly as hands reached under her and began to grope her large breasts, paying special attention to her big, pointy nipples, which were very hard due to the feelings of pleasure that the coaches' hands were forcing from her. Then, all of a sudden, her breasts were abandoned and the finger was yanked from her asshole with a loud pop. "We've got another class to teach," Coach Hudson said. "So NOW you're dismissed!" He patted her on the rump, then he and Coach Richards laughed and left the room, leaving Mandy half-naked, sobbing, and confused. Not to mention aroused. Trembling, Mandy pulled the towel tightly around her violated body and wondered what to do. Finally, she decided that she had no choice but to register a complaint with the dean...right after she went back to her dorm room to shower and rub herself off, of course. For the first time since she had arrived at the college, Mandy wondered just what she had gotten herself into. 



Virgin Turned Fuckslut Ch. 03



Mandy felt so alone. Miles away from home, she was stuck in a strange, intimidating college where she knew no one. She'd tried to make the best of it, but her situation just kept getting worse and worse. She'd been forced to endure a humiliating gym class in which her coaches made her do exercises that displayed her voluptuous body in vulgar ways. She should have left right then and there, but she'd been too worried about offending the coaches and being kicked out of the school. Since she was there at her new, rich stepfather's urging and he was paying for everything, it wasn't like she had many other options.

But, maybe if she'd left as soon as she began to get a bad vibe, she could have spared herself the embarrassing ordeal in the steam room - she still couldn't believe that the coaches had forced her to disrobe and played with her innocent body. After all, they were teachers - teachers aren't supposed to do that! They'd even stuck a finger up her bum...shuddering, Mandy tried not to think about it, instead concentrating on what she should do next.

She knew she had to go report this to the dean - surely he'd help her and see that the two coaches were fired, and hopefully charged with sexual assault. Pulling out her map, Mandy located the building the dean's office was in and set out for it. When she arrived, the lady at the desk said that the dean could see students by appointment only, and asked if Mandy could come back at a later time. Mandy, however, refused. She knew that she should report the incident in the steam room so that it wouldn't happen to other students, but also knew that her courage probably wouldn't last forever. She was worried that if she couldn't say what needed to be said now, she might not do it at all. So, she first begged and then demanded to see the dean immediately. The lady at the desk initially pursed her lips in irritation, but finally relented and called the dean, asking him to squeeze Mandy into his busy schedule.

And that was how Mandy found herself sitting across the desk from the dean of the university.

He was a distinguished looking man, probably about the same age as her stepfather. He wore an expensive looking suit with a silk tie, and she noticed that his fingernails were neatly manicured.

"Ahh, Mandy...so you're Chuck's stepdaughter, eh?" Surprised, Mandy nodded. "You know my stepfather?"

"Know him? We were in the same fraternity in college...but that was way back in the day," he chuckled affectionately. "Boy, could I tell you some stories about good old Chucky...but anyway, what can I do for you today Mandy?"

Mandy's throat felt dry. Now was her chance to stand up for herself and point her finger at the two perverted coaches, but she didn't know how to begin. What was she supposed to tell him, that they pinched her nipples and stuck their fingers up her bum? 

"I, um, I want to register a complaint," Mandy told him timidly. "A-about Coach Hudson and Coach Richards." Mandy paused, took a deep breath, then blurted out in one big sentence, "They shouldn't be teaching here, they're not coaches, they're perverts - they do inappropriate things and take advantage of their authority!"

The dean regarded Mandy quietly for a moment before saying in a calm, serious tone, "Well that's a very serious allegation that you're making, Mandy. Those are two of my best coaches you're talking about. I plan to fully investigate this matter personally, let me assure you. For the time being though, I think it is only fair that the coaches are called in and informed that these allegations are being made against them. Perhaps we can sort this unfortunate incident out?"

Before Mandy knew it, the coaches had been summoned to the dean's office and were sitting in chairs on either side of her. This didn't feel right at all.

"Coach Richards, Coach Hudson, Mandy here has made some very disturbing claims. She says that you two did inappropriate things to her. Naturally, I want to get to the bottom of this. Therefore, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask some frank questions of you two - Mandy, feel free to interject at any time you disagree with the coaches' responses."

Mandy couldn't leave. She was far too mortified, frozen to her seat, her body unwilling to do what her brain was screaming at it to do: get out. She cringed as the dean began to interrogate the two men, feeling as though she were nothing more than a body, a piece of meat.

"Did you take her virginity?" The dean demanded. Mandy thought this was a strange question to begin with, and besides, how did he know that she was a virgin? Dr. Browne couldn't have shared the information on her chart with them, could he? It was supposed to be confidential!

Returning to reality, Mandy tuned into what was being said in time to hear the next question. 

"Did you insert anything into her vagina? Her anus?"

"We didn't stick anything up her cunt, no," Coach Hudson replied crudely. "And all she took up her shithole was a finger."

The dean looked at her. "Mandy, is this true?"

Shocked that the dean would allow this sort of language in his office, Mandy could only nod. Finally she found her voice and told the dean, "I don't think coming to this college was a good idea. I think I should withdraw."

The coaches snorted, and for the first time, the dean smirked faintly. "I'm afraid that isn't possible, Mandy. You belong to us for the next four years." Seeing the look of disbelief on her pretty face, he elaborated, "You see, you were a minor at the time your stepfather first applied to have you admitted to this school. Normally this isn't how we run things, but like I was saying, Chucky's an old friend of mine and so we pulled some strings. To make a long story short, he as your guardian signed you over to us to train you sexually for the next four years, at which time you'll become his property to do with as he pleases."

"You're making that up," Mandy retorted. "It's not legal to own another person in this country. How stupid do you think I am?!"

Hiding his smile, the dean thought to himself that she was very stupid indeed, for a smarter girl would have been out the door and at the police station within ten minutes of arriving! Perhaps Mandy was a bit too naïve for her own good. But, he reasoned, that would soon be taken care of.

"This is more than just a institute of learning, Mandy. This school has ties to a world I bet you haven't even imagined exist. The underworld of society, really. A world of organized crime, sex and violence. So yes, you may walk out of here right now if you wish. But know that if you do, you have broken the contract your stepfather signed on your behalf, and this school does not view breach of contract lightly. In short, Mandy, our contacts in the world of crime will come after you. And they're good, Mandy. Really good. So if you want my opinion, I advise you to stay here and follow through with your contract. You may not like all of the requirements of your degree, but trust me, nothing you are made to do here will be as painful as getting on our bad side. If you go against us, you will not be killed, Mandy, but let me assure you, you will wish you were dead."

Now Mandy was afraid. What should she do? What COULD she do? She was more or less their slave for the next four years. Rashly, Mandy decided to go along with them to keep them from becoming angry with her, at least until she'd had time to think this over and figure out her next plan of action. "Don't hurt me," she said meekly. "I'll be good."

The dean chuckled. "We won't hurt you...yet. You have much to learn before that lesson." Mandy didn't like the sound of that one bit.

"Can I go now?"

"No. You've told me your decision, now I want you to show me your compliance. And Coaches Richards and Hudson, as well. Remove your clothing." The three men watched bemusedly as Mandy's face reddened and she came to the conclusion that she had no choice but to obey. Their eyes never left her as she fumbled clumsily with buttons and a zipper and finally her bra clasp. She nervously took her bra off, her large round tits revealing themselves to her audience, her nipples red and perky. Then she slid her panties down her thighs, the hairy "vee" between her legs exposed for the men to see. She was aware that, as she bent over to pull the panties past her ankles, her tits wobbled and jiggled.

"Lean over the desk and spread your legs wide," the dean ordered.

As she did so, Mandy was painfully aware that the coaches, who were seated directly behind her, had an unobstructed view of her moistening pussy. As she was made to bend forward further, she could feel her outer lips parting and her ass cheeks spreading, and knew that her tiny anus was peeking out at the two perverted coaches. Meanwhile, the dean, who sat on the other side of the desk, was obviously enjoying the sight of her big breasts hanging down obscenely. He reached out and poked at them, watching them sway back and forth, then grabbed the tips of them, one in each hand, and pretended she was a cow and he was milking her heavy udders. The coaches found that hysterical, and the three men roared with laughter as Mandy winced in discomfort and shame.

"Well, go on - have fun, men. Just remember that we have agreed to leave her hymen intact for her stepfather," the dean told the coaches. That was all the invitation they needed, and almost immediately Mandy felt hands spreading her ass cheeks and a fingertip run threateningly over her defenseless rosebud. Another hand reached around her body and ran across her tummy, then down lower to her snatch. Fingers yanked cruelly on her pussy hair, causing her to yelp and squirm. A finger then snaked its way down her slit, cautiously dipping inside her tight, virginal hole. As it played with her, to Mandy's horror, her cunt made a loud squishing noise - the sound of her pussy juice sloshing around inside her as the finger poked her! She wanted to die.

"Shit, the bitch is creaming all over herself!" Coach Hudson exclaimed, frigging her snatch extra hard to emphasize his point. The men snickered and the next thing Mandy knew, the finger that had been lightly playing over her anus had speared the small hole, forcing its way up inside her. Just like in the steam room. "God, I love this tight asshole," Coach Richards murmured. "She was made for fucking!"

Mandy didn't think it could get any worse until the dean pulled out his hard penis and put it to her lips. "If you bite, I'll make you regret it," he informed her, then proceeded to shove the tip of it between her soft, delicate lips. Mandy didn't know what to do, as she'd never given oral sex before. That didn't seem to bother the dean, though. He simply grabbed her by the hair, held her in place, and began to fuck her mouth violently. Mandy thought she would choke when he rammed the whole thing down her throat, and began to gag. The men all cackled at this as they continued to run their hands all over their body, driving home to her the fact that they now owned her and could do anything they wanted to her.

Her body betrayed her the entire time, her nipples constantly erect and screaming to be touched - and they were. Although the finger up her bum was uncomfortable and embarrassing, she was too preoccupied with the attention her pussy was receiving: The finger kept running up and down her sopping wet slit, occasionally stopping at her clit, teasing her but never lingering long enough to give her release from her arousal.

All of a sudden, the dean thrust his hips forward with extra force, and with a groan, began to cum in her mouth. He still held her head in place, so she could not pull her face away from his squirting, engorged cock. He made her swallow some of it, seeming to enjoy watching her choke and sputter as it spurted down her throat. Then he pulled out and, still holding her firmly by the hair, made her hold still while he coated her face with his hot, sticky cum. At the same time, she became aware that the two coaches were ejaculating all over her shapely ass and the backs of her legs, their fists pumping madly over their swollen cocks.

When it was over, the dean said "I'm glad we had this little chat, Mandy. Feel free to drop by any time," and then sent the thoroughly humiliated teenager back to her dorm room to replay the day's events over and over in her mind.