Her nightmares permeated in the sea of her mind, endlessly replaying the same moment over-and-over again. Her mind digested the sounds of crunching bone and scorched screams. Quite often she awoke drenched in her own sweat. This time was no different; Keri Pryde's eyes shot open, and she lunged forward with her arms digging into the sheets. Her hair stuck to her brow and her shoulders clenched. She didn't cry out or make a lot of noise. For some reason, she had a hard time finding her voice each time this happened.
Keri quickly scanned the room, it was dark, but the early sun was already glowing through the windows. Judging by the amount of light, it was early in the morning.
Her vision wasn't the best, she was glad she didn't need glasses, but she had to squint slightly to see the alarm clock sitting at her desk. She kept it there on purpose, just out of reach so when it went off, she had to get out of bed to actually turn it off. It was a dirty trick to force herself to commit to getting up for early class. Keri made out six seventeen from the glowing ember lights, although it could have been six nineteen.
She could hear her roomie rotating underneath her sheets; judging by the noise she was still asleep. Marybeth had a tendency to snore, luckily she seemed quiet enough. It wasn't enough that Keri couldn't sleep, but her stomach was empty and rumbling.
Keri laid back down, the damp sheets sticking to her bare flesh. She liked to sleep naked, especially after a long night of working out. It was her guilty fetish, one that she kept to herself. Her smooth skin felt so warm underneath the heavy blankets, she just wanted to curl up under the sheets for hours.
Keri wasn't a fan of the dorm mattress, it was too firm for her liking, making it hard for her exhausted muscles. The air was stifling as well. Rumor had it that only the top floors had comfortable air conditioning, the lower floors were purposely allowed to heat up. The basement was the worst, not enough to be unbearable, but definitely gross. Keri had only been to the basement a few times, each one caused her to work up a sweat, but almost every room had several fans just to circulate the air.
Why am I thinking about this? Keri buried her head in the pillow. Her mind was too active about things that didn't make any difference. She stretched out her arms over her head and watching the ceiling. She didn't need to be up for another hour, but she doubted she could get back to sleep.
The hour passed by quickly enough, she didn't even need to wait for the alarm. When Keri sat up, she took a deep breath and messaged her shoulders. Her arms were sore, a good sign that the last workout did some good. Her bare feet met the cold floor, and she proceeded to the communal bathroom for her morning routine. A shower, shaving her legs, brushing her teeth, combing her hair.
Her locks were getting longer, soon she would be able to tie it in a bun or ponytail. Keri noticed it was naturally curly, she hadn't let it grow out in so long that she had forgotten basic hair maintenance. The ban on towels was still in effect, meaning Keri had to stroll back to her dorm nude. There was nothing saying she couldn't cover her nips with her arms though, although there was little to dissuade the other women from noticing the puff of hair between her legs. She cursed to herself, forgetting to trim that as well.
By the time she returned to her room, Marybeth was already gone. It should have alarmed her that she left without a word, or even a shower! Then again, Marybeth liked to get fresh coffee from the commons area before anything else, she might still be there. Maybe she would catch her on her way out.
After drying herself off, and feeling refreshed for the first time, Keri threw the wet towel in her bin in the closet. She then chose a nice red Henley and thin jeans. She was saving up to buy more clothes, she got a monthly stipend from the sorority, and her dad forwarded some cash whenever he could. It wasn't much, but she managed, especially since food and housing were already covered.
Keri looked herself in the mirror one last time, studying the subtle changes in her stature. She knew she was being too judgmental about herself, seeing fat where there wasn't any. Just for her own amusement, she flexed her arm while looking in the mirror, her bicep bulged like a ripe cantaloupe.
Giving one last wink to the mirror, Keri twirled around and proceeded to exit the room. No sooner had she had her hand on the handle did she feel an icy presence near her. She bit her lip, and opened the door.
Why do my instincts have to be right? She wondered, seeing Julie Cane eagerly waiting for her. Her auburn hair hung loosely past her shoulders, and her drawn lips were fashioned in a pleasant smile.
Life seemed to burn in her cheeks as soon as Keri was in her sights.
"Well hello, good morning Keri!" Julie stood cross armed in front of her. She sounded almost playful, Obviously a ruse to hide her true intent.
Keri swallowed, she felt her heart beginning to race, and felt both dumbstruck and terrified at first seeing her. She was suddenly reminded of a salty aftertaste on the tip of her tongue.
"Sister Julie," Keri tried to sound polite, only because she was required too.
To her credit Julie Cane didn't seem as bitter as yesterday. "Don't tell me you're just now getting up? Aren't you going to be late?"
She apparently knew her schedule! Alarm bells rang in her head. Keri tried to answer quickly, if not so clearly. "Um no ma'am, I was just on my way."
Julie eyed her warily. "I see, well look at you! Taking your classes to heart, I guess you're doing well in your physics courses. I also noticed you're straight A's in your biology classes as well. I don't know how you have time for all that with your athletics, but good for you." To her surprise, Julie actually sounded impressed.
Keri believed there was always time to improve, both physically and mentally. Her older gym sported the idea of having a sound mind and sound body. She wished she could educate her senior about this, but knew better of it. Hopefully she could use her lack of time as a way to avoid whatever test she had in store for her. "If you don't mind, I would like to head that way."
"Not just yet pawn." Her fake smile grew into a smirk. "I have a little assignment for you. Don't worry it's nothing like yesterday." She rolled her eyes as she finished her statement.
Keri felt a pit in the core of her stomach. Her blood ran cold!
"Mind if I come inside for a bit?" It wasn't a question. Julie rudely pushed her aside to enter her room and glanced around. It was then that Keri noticed the rather large package Julie had been carrying with her, one that she gently laid on Keri's sheets. "I like what you've done with the place, its so... Spartan?" It sounded more like an insult.
"I haven't had time to decorate." It was a half truth. She also didn't have much to decorate it with.
"But you have time to workout every night!" Julie looked back at her; she was practically bleeding an aura of superiority. "But It's something to improve, speaking of improvement…"
Keri cocked her head to the side trying to prepare herself for whatever was about to happen next.
Julie noticed her fear and opened her rather large purse. "I have a little gift for you, I hope you like it!"
Keri's watched and bit her lip as Julie retrieved something from her red purse. It was a finely embroidered dark lace set of lingerie. The bra portion was dainty and thin, not to mention obscenely indecent. It came with a sheer garter belt complete with stockings! The complete lacy ensemble had a rich velvet hue with a dark red trim. The straps were elegant but not practical, making it seem complicated to figure out how to wear. Even the gloves were soft and provocative.
"What is that?" Keri found herself taking two steps back to the door.
Julie Cane advanced, not letting her have room to escape. "It's a gift. I hope you like it."
There was never a moment in her life when Keri had something she would personally consider so…erotic to wear. She wouldn't even have gone this far to please her old friend Jonathan—may he rest in piece. A memory surfaced, one of just how cruel Julie could be, and what could happen if she ever questioned an order again. How much worse would she be if I rejected a gift?
Keri Pryde stood straight, keeping her posture firm, and swallowed her misgivings. "I…do, I guess, but I've never worn anything like that before."
"How marvelous! Well, you get to wear it today, I want you to try it on right now! You better hurry or you'll be late to class." Julie planted both hands on her shoulders and looked down at her. She was obviously sending a message, please don't make me have to ask again.
Of course Keri wanted to refuse, but what she wanted didn't matter. She returned a false smile, and nodded quickly. Julie took a few steps back allowing Keri some space, space she needed to disrobe in front of her. She pulled the henley over her head, and proceeded to remove her jeans. Julie didn't say a word, nor did she even blink, as Keri stripped to her underwear.
"You can remove those, in fact I order you to remove them," Julie commanded with a sharp voice.
Damn bitch! Keri wanted to scream at her. She unclasped the hook of her bra and resisted the urge to cover her chest with her arm, knowing Julie would just order her to show her everything anyway.
She pulled her panties down, revealing her stark nakedness to her sister.
Julie remained fascinated by her appearance. "When you get done today, you're going to have to shave. But go ahead and try it on."
It took fifteen minutes for her to figure out how to button on the straps and hook everything together. The garter settled firmly around her hips, and the thin underwear did nothing to shelter her rear. Surprisingly the brassiere fit her chest almost perfectly! Almost like it was somehow tailored for her breasts. She wasn't used to so much air brushing her skin though.
"30B cups? They're so cute and adorable, but how do you like it?" Julie asked with real enthusiasm.
Keri considered this for a moment. She was an A cup just a year ago! It just surprised her how much she had grown since then.
Without thinking Keri felt the bra's padding, and the softness of her breasts. She had to admit they did feel slightly more ample, where before they fit firmly in the palms of her hands, now they blossomed with a new supple fullness. "It's…" She began before being rudely interrupted.
"Don't worry you'll get used to it, in fact you should continue to wear it until it feels more natural." Julie brushed her hair back and began to walk towards the door.
Keri processed the meaning behind her words, was she ordering her to wear this outside? "I can't wear this in public!"
"No?" Julie grinned. "Maybe not today… Perhaps that should come later?" Julie seemed to be talking to herself. " How about you just keep it under your clothes, be sure to wear a skirt though. Your secret admirer is going to get lost in those sexy legs of yours."
"Secret admirer? What are you—" Keri paused noticing Julie's stare had suddenly become hostile. Oh right, she reminded herself it was better not to ask too many questions. "Yes ma'am."
Julie got close to her. "You can relax, I only have one other order for you, something to help you practice. You remember that lovely job you did for me yesterday?"
How could I forget.
"Oh, I see that you do," Julie noticed the way Keri rolled her eyes. "I wanted to surprise you with a reward, but you need more practice as well, and I think I've found the perfect toy to help you with that." The package she brought in with her, the one she placed on Keri's bed, beckoned. "Go ahead, open it."
Keri did her best to appear in control as she strode over.
"Bend over for me while you open it." There was something in Julie's tone that sent a shiver down Keri's spine. This woman was enjoying this too much.
Keri did as she was told. As she leaned forward, her rear butt cheeks tingled from the open air. She opened the box, noticing the soft packaging, and was horrified by what was inside.
The phallus shaped instrument was long and hard, firm and ribbed with false veins. Even the ball-sack it came with was captivating.
"You… got this for me?"
Suddenly Julie was behind her, her cheek resting in the crook of Keri's shoulder. "It's a special design; it vibrates and pulses to simulate climax. Every night, let's say 7pm, I want you to wear this little ensemble, take this with you to your desk, keep your windows open, and practice stimulating it. I will be watching. Your goal is to get it to climax in five minutes or less. Once you've done that, you're off the hook. It's a surprising little toy, the best I've done was two minutes twelve seconds. I don't expect you do accomplish it in one sitting, or a week, just cause it to stir in your mouth once a day until you've achieved greatness."
"In front of the wind—" Keri shut herself up. "Ok… I will obey sister."
Julie kissed her cheek. "I have a feeling you'll continue, even after you've achieved five minutes. I think you'll rather like it. Just a warning, it'll shock you if you use your teeth, and it sadly doesn't have any cream to give you. Not like the real thing."
"Thank you, sister."
"Miss the taste yet?" Julie teased. "That burning hot syrup running down your throat can be such a rush. Maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll help you arrange a proper feeding. After all, it's what sisters are for."
Keri pretended to understand. "Thank you, sister."
Julie wrapped her hands around her, feeling up her pliant chest. She tested their buoyancy with delicate fingertips. Keri could smell her perfume, it was intoxicating, making her head feel fuzzy.
"I see you're growing more sensitive as well, very good." Julie released her, but not before gently tapping her on the rear cheek. "Good little pawn, now hurry up. I wouldn't want you to miss your important classes. Tell Marybeth I said hello, I do miss our interactions together"
With that, Julie left her in the room to reflect on what just happened.
Keri sighed to herself, reluctant to move for several minutes. Her mind couldn't get over her new toy. Strangely, she felt a dark sense of excitement at the challenge Julie had given her. Why, she couldn't explain. It was a forbidden kind of excitement, one that caused her fingertips to tingle, and her stomach to feel lighter.
What is that woman doing to me? Keri realized her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric of her new bra. She could still smell Julie's perfume.
She almost forgot about wearing a skirt before leaving, she didn't keep many in her closet. She also realized that if she had to wear this all day, there was no way she could change into workout clothes. Keri cursed Julie as she put on a dark blue skirt and crop top, and cursed again when she found that her skirt didn't fit her properly. Evidently, she had even outgrown her skirts! She left it unbuttoned, relying on the belt to keep it firmly around her waist.
Keri's cheeks were burning red when she looked herself over in the mirror. The over sexualized lingerie was impossible to disguise. Luckily the skirt did cover the garter, but just barely. If it wasn't so blistering hot outside, she could get away with a sweater to cover most of it.
Seeing the clock on her desk, right next to her new toy, Keri knew she didn't have much time to improvise, so she rushed to put on a light jacket to cover the straps around her shoulders, then grabbed her bag and purse, before running out of the room.