The slut in the girls' dormitory

As Ying wished, the dormitory was empty; it seemed her roommates wouldn't be back anytime soon. She breathed a sigh of relief, gently closing the door. Looking down at the beautiful curves of her breasts and thighs, a surge of desire welled up within her—Ying, with her slightly masochistic tendencies, had deliberately gone braless today. After a day of intentional and unintentional rubbing, her body was already feeling restless. She glanced around, making sure no one was there, then carefully opened her storage box, removing the top few pieces of clothing to reveal a box stuffed full of various stockings and stockings, along with numerous sex toys. The outwardly innocent Ying secretly enjoyed masturbating to satisfy herself, and also had a strange stocking fetish, deeply craving the feeling of being enveloped and touched by such fabrics. Ying picked out a pair of flesh-colored, sheer stockings, held them in her hands, and felt their smooth, soft texture. Her eyes were a little glazed over. She swallowed hard, opened the top of the stockings, and put them on her hands. Then, she couldn't wait to squat down, open her legs, and pull her workout clothes to one side. The pantyhose she had cut a large hole in before revealed her smooth, pink mons pubis. Ying breathed heavily, caressing her already empty body with her stockinged fingers. She quickly became immersed in it, letting out soft, seductive moans. Just as Ying's eyes were glazed over, and she was about to insert her fingers deeper, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and a teasing voice came from inside, "Hey, Ying's screams can be heard from far away, huh?" A tall girl with a black ponytail appeared in the doorway, wearing a clean and neat school uniform, a white shirt with a pretty bow tie, a plain checkered skirt with black tights, and small shoes on her dainty feet. A playful smile, as if she had seen prey fall into a trap, was on her face as she looked down at Ying, who was squatting on the ground in a daze. Her name was Aya, Ying's class monitor and roommate. Ever since she accidentally peeked into Ying's locker, Aya, who had yuri tendencies and was also a sadist, had been coveting the cute Ying for a long time, trying every means to get her body. So she had been waiting for an opportunity to catch Ying red-handed, and today she finally caught her in the act. Behind Aya stood a girl named Akiha, not Ying's roommate. Akiha had an unusual dark red ponytail, wore a Gothic dress adorned with intricate black patterns, and dark Mary Jane shoes. Her rounded legs were encased in white lace stockings that went slightly past her knees. Despite her petite stature, she looked like a child of about ten. Akiha was Ying's classmate. Because of her unusual attire and her bullying nature, she was generally ostracized in class. Aside from Aya, the class monitor, few people would actively interact with her. Naturally, she soon became Aya's follower. As time passed, she grew jealous of Ying's popularity and became obsessed with her. Therefore, when she learned of Aya's plan, she relentlessly pursued her. At that moment, Akiha was smugly observing Ying, already planning how to bully her. Ying's hand froze, her stockings already stained with glistening liquid. The sudden stop made her feel empty, but that was all minor—her roommate had seen her lewd behavior. This fact caused Ying's mind to go blank, and a look of panic appeared on her face. She wanted to say something to defend herself, but in her current state, any words seemed utterly inadequate. If this got out, Ying's image as a good student would be completely ruined, and she wouldn't even be able to face anyone. She could only plead in a low voice, "Waaah... Ayaori, please, don't tell anyone. I... I just acted on impulse..." Her voice grew softer and softer, becoming almost inaudible. "Please don't tell anyone, please... I'll do anything if you promise..." "Haha... An impulse? I don't think so. Just admit you're a pervert!" Before Ayaori could speak, Akiha laughed gleefully, only to be immediately tapped on the forehead by Ayaori. "Shut up!" She awkwardly stepped aside. Ayaori smiled gently and walked up to Ying. "Don't worry, I certainly won't tell anyone. I love Ying the most when she's like a little bitch..." Ying, whom Ayori called a bitch, blushed deeply. Just as she came to her senses, she tightly closed her legs, but collapsed to her knees from exhaustion. She was about to express her gratitude when Ayori said with a smile, "However, only if Ying agrees to let me properly train her will what I said earlier count, okay? Anyway, you'll feel very comfortable because of it, so why refuse?" Ying's eyes widened. "Train her? How do I do that..." A mild masochist at heart, she wasn't averse to this kind of thing; in fact, she was somewhat looking forward to it, but her shyness prevented her from saying the words of agreement. "Let me think," Ayori said, feigning deep thought. Actually, she had already decided what to do. "From now on, you'll call me Master in the dorm. As for Ying... well, she's a slutty stocking-fetish bitch, and Keiko and I can play with her as we please, okay?" -- Each dorm housed three people, and Keiko, whom Ayori mentioned was usually quite close to Ying, hadn't returned yet. "This—I don't want Keiko to know..." Ying pleaded softly, on the verge of tears. "I'll let Aya do whatever she wants with me, but please, don't tell her..." "Oh? It seems Ying would rather the whole grade know than just her?" Aya maintained her smile and gentle tone, but her words were full of threat. Ying opened her mouth slightly, and after a moment, lowered her head. "I, I promise... Master..." As she spoke, her face burned, and tears slid down her cheeks. "Very good, very good," Aya walked to her bedside, took out a collar she had prepared beforehand from the drawer, and neatly wrote "Sock-Fond Bitch" on the paper nameplate with a black marker. Then she threw it to Ying. "Put it on yourself. You don't need me to teach you, do you? You often secretly wear these things anyway..." A smirk played on her lips as she stared at Ying with amusement. Ying was too ashamed to speak. Dazed, she picked up the collar in front of her and skillfully fastened it around her snow-white neck, maintaining her kneeling posture. "Master, I... I've put it on..." she stammered, trying to please Ayaori. "Very good. Now say it loudly, what is Ying?" Ayaori walked up to Ying and stroked her head like petting a pet. "Ying... Ying is a slutty stocking-feeding bitch...!" Ying obediently cried out, her neck flushed with shame, yet she felt a strange pleasure from Ayaori's touch, a dazed expression on her face. "Hmm, then we need to give this cute little bitch a reward. Stick your ass out!" Aya ordered her, while Akiha, grinning wickedly, picked up a ruler and walked behind Ying. Ying trembled slightly with fear, but dared not disobey, so she did as she was told. Then, with a crisp crack, Ying's ass was mercilessly whipped. Akiha mocked her as if venting her resentment and dissatisfaction, "I never thought you, who usually acted like such a good student, would be so lewd. How does it feel to have your ass whipped?" "Ugh...it hurts..." Ying whimpered softly, her body twisting involuntarily, as if she was about to cry. "But...I really like it...thank you, Master, for whipping this bitch's lowly ass..." She said these insincere words, trying to satisfy Akiha's sadistic desires. "Since Ying likes it so much, you should reward her properly," Aya winked at Akiha, "but don't be too rough, okay?" Although she wanted to bully Ying, she didn't want to leave any real marks on Ying's body. "Okay, I understand," Qiuye chuckled. "You lowly dog, hurry up and thank your master!" With that, she raised her arm high and began slapping Ying's buttocks with both hands. Although there was a layer of pantyhose between them, such thin fabric could not provide any protection. Ying's cries of pain mixed with the sound of the whipping echoed in the dormitory. "Ohhhhh--thank you, thank you master, ugh..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she tensed up and endured the pain, not daring to displease Qiuye in any way. Ying's appearance only excited Qiu Ye more, who swung the ruler even more fiercely, enjoying her cries, until his arm ached a little. Only then did he reluctantly throw away the ruler, and, still unsatisfied, he started slapping Ying's buttocks with his palm. "Scream, scream like a dog!" "Woof, woof--woof!" Ying felt a constant burning pain in her buttocks, her body trembling from the pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, which looked as if they could bleed. She put on an extremely submissive look, tilted her head back, and tried to smile. “Alright, that’s enough,” Aya stopped Akiha’s sadistic behavior. “It hurts to get a spanking, doesn’t it?” Looking down at Ying, whose face was streaked with tears, she still smiled and gently stroked Ying’s hair. “If you misbehave in the future, you’ll get this treatment, remember?” “Mmm!” Ying nodded repeatedly, breathing heavily. “I… this bitch will definitely listen to Master, please don’t worry, Master…” “Very good. Now take off your clothes! You don’t need to wear shoes and socks yet.” Aya seemed satisfied, releasing her grip and issuing her first command. “Ugh…”"The bitch understands," Ying dared not delay. Even though she was extremely resistant, she immediately straightened up, unzipped her training clothes, and quickly pulled them off, leaving her upper body completely naked. Although her breasts weren't particularly full, they were still a pair of small, enticingly small breasts, adorned with two rosy nipples that were already erect. Her already slightly moist and smooth vulva was also fully exposed. Ying couldn't help but clench her legs in shame, and immediately received a light slap. "Spread your legs! A bitch has no right to cover her body!" Caizhi's tone changed from gentle to authoritative. "Yes, I'm sorry!" Ying quickly spread her still kneeling legs, suppressing her shame, "Please, Master, admire the bitch's body..." "Hmph," Caizhi snorted coldly, bending down to examine Ying's lovely breasts that she had long wanted to peek at, and flicked her engorged left nipple with her index finger. "Is Ying feeling excited?" "Your nipples are so hard...you're such a pervert, aren't you?" She chuckled playfully. "You probably play with them secretly all the time, right? I've caught you several times..." As she spoke, she reached out with her other hand and began teasing Ying's right breast. "This side is just as sensitive..." Although Aya was only saying it casually and had never actually seen it, Ying, who had indeed done such a thing, immediately believed it. Shame burned through her mind, making her unable to speak clearly. "I, Ying...Ying is a slutty bitch...I like being played with, it feels good..." Her body twisted slightly, enduring the tidal wave of tingling pleasure coming from her chest, her eyes somewhat glazed. “Then she’ll have to be punished properly,” Aya’s lips curled up as she grabbed Ying’s nipples with her index fingers and thumbs, kneading, twisting, and pulling them vigorously until Ying couldn’t help but open her mouth wide and cry out in pain. Only then did she reluctantly release her, take a step back, kick off her right shoe, and then stretch out her jade-like foot, tightly wrapped in pantyhose, in front of Ying. She touched the nameplate on Ying’s collar with her toe and gently licked her lips. “You’re quite obedient. Well then, since Ying is a perverted bitch who only likes socks, your master will mercifully reward you with my socks. Use your little mouth to give me a good massage!” “Mmm, gurgle, ooh--” Ying obediently lowered her head, kissing Aya's feet, then took her round toes into her mouth and licked and sucked them with relish, inhaling Aya's slightly sweaty scent, becoming increasingly immersed in her identity as a “sock fetishist bitch.” Her previous shyness and resistance had vanished, and she earnestly savored the socks stained with Aya's sweat. Aya squinted her eyes, enjoying the comfort from her feet, a satisfied sense of conquest rising in her heart. Just as she was about to praise the obedient Ying, the dormitory door suddenly opened, and a tall, uniformed girl unknowingly pushed the door open and entered. Her brown, shoulder-length curly hair was tied back, and her attire was similar to Aya's, with white bubble socks piled on her ankles. She smiled, “Ying, I’m back…?” Seeing the scene before her, the smile on her face gradually froze as if petrified, quickly turning into a blush, and her lips twitched slightly, “What are you doing?! "Staring wide-eyed at Ying, who was kneeling naked on the ground, licking Aya's feet with a dazed expression, her brain seemed to freeze; this was Keiko, whom Aya had mentioned earlier, and was now somewhat at a loss, terrified by her friend's lewd appearance. Aya turned to greet her, "Hmm, you're back pretty early," while pulling her foot out and stomping it on Ying's face, "Want to play together?" "What are you doing, you bastard? Let her go!" Keiko was stunned for a moment, then frowned, half ashamed and half annoyed, "Why are you treating Ying like this?" "Don't be so angry? It's entirely her own choice..." Aya still had a smile on her face, continuing to rub her saliva-covered sole against Ying's face, pretending to be aggrieved as she softly said, "Ying, why don't you explain it yourself? Or do you want me to 'explain' it?" "Waaah..." Ying felt a chill run through her as she was humiliated in front of her best friend. She understood what Ayaori meant; if she didn't cooperate, Ayaori would surely tell many people about her secret masturbation. "Forgive me..." she silently prayed, forcing a smile as she looked at Keiko. "Yes, yes, don't blame Ayaori, I asked them to do this... I, I'm actually a lewd pervert, a stocking fetishist. Because masturbation no longer satisfied me, that's why I begged her..." Though she maintained her smile, tears were already streaming down her face without her realizing it. "Keiko, please... play with me as you please, I, I'm really looking forward to it." "--!" "Keiko's mouth was slightly open, her face even redder. "You, what nonsense are you talking about? This kind of thing..." The words of refusal stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them. In their daily interactions, Keiko had unknowingly developed some strange feelings for the lovely Ying. She had definitely had the thought of touching her body—it was just that she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. But now, Ying was begging her to do such a thing while she was naked. How could she bear to refuse? However, Keiko still maintained a sliver of rationality. "Ying, is it really... your own choice?" she asked quite seriously. "Don't worry," Aya smiled and withdrew her foot, pointing to Ying's storage box next to her. "You'll see for yourself what this little bitch has secretly hidden." Keiko swallowed hard, walked over and inspected the various socks. The wide array of sex toys underneath made her blush, her expression turning strange as she looked at Ying with a complicated gaze. "I never expected you..." Her lips twitched, unsure what to say. "Ying, you often secretly masturbate, you know?" Aya raised an eyebrow, speaking with absolute certainty despite not having witnessed it herself. Looking at Ying's slightly trembling face, she became even more convinced of her guess. "Since your lewd nature has been exposed, why don't you show us now? How do you usually use socks to bring yourself to orgasm?" "Mmm!" Ying nodded quickly, but dared not stand up. She crawled on all fours to her locker, grabbed a handful of socks without picking any out, and then straightened up slightly. Under the watchful eyes of the three, she first haphazardly put several pairs of stockings on her feet, covering them tightly. Then she carefully put the remaining stockings on her hands, but there were still two pairs left. Just as she was wondering what to do, she heard Caizhi's teasing voice, "Why don't you just carry them like a dog?" "Ugh--ugh," Ying obediently did as she was told, putting the last two pairs of socks in her mouth. Just as she was about to reach for her genitals and breasts, Caizhi stopped her, "The position I saw earlier wasn't like this, you know? Squat down, open your legs, and let Huizi have a good look at your cunt! Oh, and don't touch your lewd nipples. We'll satisfy you properly later." Ying immediately scrambled to her feet, squatted on the ground, and spread her still slightly trembling legs to the sides, exposing her pink mons pubis, which was dripping with love fluid, to the three men. The whipping and humiliation she had just endured had aroused her masochistic nature considerably. The coolness and shame of contact with the air made Ying shiver. She took a deep breath, used her left hand to pull open her labia, and then, through several layers of stockings, used her right fingertips to tease her vulva and clitoris. The smooth, soft touch made Ying moan softly in pleasure. In just a moment, the surface of the stockings was soaked with her love fluid, glistening under the dim light of the dormitory. A look of ecstasy appeared on Ying's face. Although she had initially moved her hands only slightly out of shyness, she quickly became completely immersed in it, and her slightly lewd moans grew louder and louder. Keiko, standing a short distance away, gently covered her mouth, her eyes glued to Ying's movements, breathing heavily. A strange, inexplicable urge stirred within her; she wanted to do something to the adorable Ying. Akiba, however, simply crossed her arms, watching with a mocking expression as the usual model student, now a wanton, sock-fetishist, masturbated. Beside her, Aya, noticing Keiko's desire, urged her, "Do whatever you want! Look, Ying seems to be enjoying it." With that, she bent down behind Ying, breathing into her ear, while simultaneously grasping and kneading her engorged nipples, feeling Ying's trembling body. "Is it that good?" "You filthy bastard," she said, pinching and squeezing Ying's increasingly sensitive nipples with her fingernails. "Ugh...ugh..." Ying, with a sock in her mouth, couldn't speak, only nodding frantically, drool dripping from her lips onto her chest. Aya released Ying's breasts, a smile on her face, looking at the still hesitant Keiko. "You see, this kind of thing only makes her enjoy it...so as Ying's good friend, why don't you help her out?" She winked, speaking with a slightly mocking tone. "..."This…" Keiko pursed her lips, a complex light in her eyes. Although she desperately wanted to touch Ying's body, she couldn't bear to humiliate her like this. Ying looked at her with hazy eyes, biting the sock in her mouth, trying to smile, and nodded gently. Keiko finally couldn't suppress her impulse, quickly walked to Ying, bent down and played with her breasts, feeling the warm and elastic touch in her hands, her face flushed. "Ying's… here is so cute…" "Ugh, ugh," Ying moaned in ecstasy, her hands unconsciously slowing down. Immediately, Aya slapped her buttocks. "Don't stop! If you don't have an orgasm in five minutes, your ass is going to be bruised and battered!" "Scolding her half-jokingly, Ying hurriedly nodded, trying to avoid further punishment. She began to masturbate even more earnestly, her left hand quickly rubbing her clitoris with her stockinged fingertips, while her right hand simply joined her fingers together and inserted them into her already overflowing vagina. The delicate texture of the stockings gave Ying an electric-like tingling pleasure, and her legs trembled as she squatted on the ground. With Huizi's caresses and her own movements, she soon reached the edge of orgasm, her eyes widening as she let out moans, "Hoo, ooh, ooh, ooh." Yet, she still felt a little shy, unwilling to show her shame in front of the three of them, and tried her best to endure it. Caizhi noticed Ying's little thoughts and gave her buttocks a hard slap, making Ying's flushed buttocks tremble incessantly. "Almost five minutes, huh?" "Oh, oh ... "You filthy stocking-fetish bitch..." she teased Ying, then reached out and pried open her chin, first stuffing a long stocking into her mouth, then slapping her twice lightly. "How does it feel? You really look like a dog..." "Ugh, ugh," Ying nodded obediently, ignoring the dull pain on her face. Despite being humiliated like this, her masochistic nature only fueled her excitement. Aya then pulled Ying's arms behind her back and bound them together with the twisted stocking, using it as a rope to tie Ying's upper arms, elbows, and wrists, preventing her from struggling. Then she kicked her to the ground, folding her legs together and wrapping the stocking around her ankles and thighs to hold them firmly in place, forcing Ying to maintain the M-shaped leg-spread position. After these preparations, Aya squatted down and gently stroked Ying's still-dripping vulva, squinting at her. "What a slutty little hole. Don't you want to be properly punished?" “Ugh--” Ying’s body trembled slightly with excitement and shyness. Looking at the vibrator beside Aya, her eyes grew increasingly hazy. “Hmph, then I’ll satisfy you, you slut,” Aya first inserted two vibrating eggs into Ying’s vagina and anus respectively. “I didn’t expect it to be so tight here? Ying often uses it to masturbate…” She humiliated and teased her, admiring Ying’s adorable, flushed face. She chuckled, turned on the vibrator, waved it in front of her, and then mercilessly inserted it all the way into Ying’s genitals, pushing the vibrator all the way to her cervix. “Oh dear, the intensity seems a bit too much… but Ying actually feels very comfortable, right?” "Aya stroked Ying's flat, smooth lower abdomen, pressing down slightly to make the vibrator contact Ying's sensitive flesh walls more closely. Ying couldn't help but let out a whimper mixed with pain and coquettishness, "Ohhhhhh--" She struggled instinctively, but her limbs were tightly restrained by the stockings and she couldn't move. Her mouth was also stuffed full, and she could only breathe lightly through her nose. Her bulging chest rose and fell with her breath. "Hmm, and your rather meager breasts..." Aya lay on top of Hotaru, opening her mouth to lick and suckle her rosy, erect nipples, savoring the girl's milky fragrance, occasionally biting them lightly with her teeth. "Gurgle, mmm--ah, not bad at all," she teased Hotaru's nipples with her fingers for a while, making them even harder, before securing the other two vibrating eggs firmly with tape, and then turning them all on at the same time—"Ugh--" Hotaru felt a tidal wave of tingling pleasure coming from her already sensitive nipples and vagina, her mind went blank, her body stiffened and trembled on the ground, constantly emitting somewhat lewd moans. Aya stood up, extending her right foot to stomp on Ying's fair breasts, while simultaneously taking out her phone from her uniform pocket and starting to record. "I really want you to see yourself looking so lewd... Hey, look at the camera properly, smile a little, don't look like a complete bitch!" As she spoke, she teased Ying's breasts with her toe. Akiba and Keiko, standing nearby, also took out their phones, their faces bearing strange smiles. "Ying, you'd better behave from now on, okay? Otherwise... hehe..." Keiko blushed, though she certainly wouldn't spread this around, she still pretended to be threatening; Akiba, on the other hand, was already plotting how to ruin Ying's reputation, who was usually glamorous but had now been reduced to a bitch, and mocked, "Posting your current appearance on some websites would definitely be very popular, wouldn't it?" "Waaaaah--!" "Ying shook her head in fear, her eyes filled with panic. "Hmph, as long as you behave well as everyone's little bitch, that kind of thing won't happen, okay?" Aya continued to squeeze Ying's breasts with her soles. "Come on, have an orgasm in front of the camera? Holding back will be hard, you know?" "Mmm..." Ying felt the pressure on her chest and the increasingly intense pleasure in her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she was on the verge of endurance, but she still didn't want her lewd appearance to be recorded like this, making a futile effort to resist. "What, you don't want to?" Aya pouted and stepped on Ying's nose with her toes. "Here, I'll give you your favorite thing. Hurry up and thank your master, okay?" “Oh, oh, oh, oh—” Ying, inhaling the scent of Aya's socks, finally couldn't hold back any longer and convulsed into orgasm. Sweet, pungent fluid gushed from between her vagina and the vibrator, staining the floor. Of course, the entire process was recorded by the three of them without reservation. Ying stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about her foreseeable future, tears welling in her eyes, her chest heaving, a low moan escaping her throat. “That's more like your identity,” Aya laughed, removing her foot and putting away her phone. “Looks like Ying hasn't adapted to her new identity yet. She needs some proper training…” She then pulled the saliva-soaked fabric from Ying's mouth, flipped her over, and forced her face towards the puddle on the floor. “Clean up your filthy fluid like a dog!” "The command was unyielding; Ying lay panting heavily on the slightly cool floor, obediently sticking out her tongue, quickly licking the wetness clean. "Good, then we should reward this obedient little bitch," Aya walked to the side, opened her wardrobe, pulled out a silk sleeping bag, and gestured to Akiha beside her. Then the two of them lifted Ying up and stuffed her, who was restrained and unable to move, into the bag, leaving only her head sticking out. Aya fastened the zipper of the sleeping bag, then picked up the stocking and used it to gag Ying's mouth again, gently stroking her hair. "You'll rest here tonight. If you behave well in the future, you'll be allowed to sleep in the bed, okay?" "Ugh--?" Ying froze for a moment, then was thrown into the wardrobe. As the wardrobe door slammed shut, darkness enveloped her, and everything around her seemed to recede into a dim, silent void. In this environment, her body became increasingly sensitive; all she could feel was the soreness in her limbs and the relentless pleasure emanating from her nipples and vagina. She wanted to beg for mercy, to moan, but her tightly gagged mouth couldn't utter a sound. Even the faintest whimpers couldn't escape her notice. Under this stimulation, she soon trembled all over, reaching another climax. Ying's consciousness gradually blurred; shame and resentment vanished completely, leaving only the pursuit of pleasure and lust. She breathed heavily, completely liberating her nature in the darkness, wholeheartedly accepting her new identity as a bitch, giving up the struggle, and enjoying the constant pleasure of being restrained by stockings and experiencing repeated orgasms... Time passed, and Ying, through wave after wave of climax, reached her physical limit. Exhausted, she was on the verge of falling asleep, yet a blissful smile graced her face—"Ah, I'm such a pervert... But this feels so good..."The fallen girl murmured to herself, vaguely anticipating tomorrow's arrival—"Masters, hurry and discipline me!" [The End]

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