"Look at her go. My old boyfriend could barely even last that long before cumming, let alone keep going like that." One of the girls says as they watch their two classmates play and use their new slut toy. Soon another girl replaces the one in front of Lacey, forcing her pussy right onto her mouth. "My turn now. Don't get lazy on me now." She warns and moans out once Lacey starts to eat her out. "I think we should a collar for her to wear too, with a tag that says: Property of Classroom 5B." She adds, to which everyone seems to agree. "Yeah, then if any other classrooms want to use her, they'll have to ask our permission since we claimed her first."

Lacey is only too happy to please the next of her classmates to step up to the table, murmuring happily against the girl's sex as it's pressed to her face. Her tongue flickers out with more confidence now, having picked up on some things from her first attempt, and she understands a bit better what to do to please her mistresses. Again, she delicately parts the netherlips of the girl before her, using the tip of her tongue. She sends the agile muscle skittering up the girl's sweet and musky slit, flaring into a wide circle at the top of her journey to avoid the little love button at the top, teasing the girl this time rather than going right in. Slipping her tongue back down, she sends it swirling around the entrance to that delicious tunnel, poking in deep enough to get her squeezing before she darts away, repeating this process several times and getting closer to the clit at the top of her ciruit, going a little deeper inside at the bottom. Her teeth nip ever so gently at the inner lips of the girl's sex, tugging gently between circuits as she gets more aggressive with her technique.

The herm behind her continues to pound away into her sopping wet cunny, her hips slapping loudly against Lacey's firm ass as she drives her thick shaft into the class slut's tight clenching corridor. Her cream from her earlier orgasm coats her cock now, making the wet noises of their coupling that much more pronounced as she pushes deep inside, apparently hell-bent on getting another shot off inside her. Lacey is only too happy to urge her on, rolling and twisting her hips as best she can, squeezing and gripping as though she's milking the girl's throbbing rod. She can feel her own wave building again within her, hips twitching hard whenever the girl happens to strike that sensitive spot deep inside her sex. She angles her hips, directing the love rod to that spot with each thrust, moaning into the cunt that rides her face as she takes it deep inside.

She can't help but whimper at the sound of the plans the other girls come up with for her. A collar...interaction with other classes...what new games will they all play with her? Part of her mind cries out to get control of herself, that she can't possibly keep going like this. She can't be enjoying it this much, can she? She brushes that part of her mind away, focusing on the task of pleasing her classmates instead.

Lacey's classmates continue to play with their new slave, having her eat each of them out as the hermaphrodite keeps thrusting relentlessly into her pussy. Even after cumming a second time, there seems to be no end in sight. Were these girls trying to drive her insane by overwhelming her body and mind with pure bliss? To make her forget about anything other than sex and being a perfect slut slave to them? But the fact that the girl behind Lacey seemed to have an infinite amount of energy might've seemed strange. Wraith waited to see if Lacey would catch on at all or if she was enjoying this far too much to want to wake up.

Filled once more by her hermaphrodite lover, Lacey squirms in ecstasy as she milks the shaft for every thick drop of her seed, grinding her hips ever harder. The girls continue to trade places at her mouth, and she continues to tongue-fuck each one with vigor...though her vigor is waning somewhat. She's been at this for what feels like hours though, and--

That thought stops her cold. How long HAS she been at this? Class doesn't last this long normally...where was the signal for the end of class? They'll all get in trouble if another class or a teacher walks in....a teacher....where was her professor?! What has she been doing all this time, and what's going on?! It all comes back in a snap; her dream of the woman who'd bound her up, the way she'd gotten so turned on in class, the way she'd been tied down...none of this makes sense! Where had her teacher been when she'd woken up? And where is he now? Surely SOMEONE would have stopped this by now...if not the professor himself, then one of the students. There's no way all of them would join in like this, no matter how much fun it seems to be. Her body clenches itself at the thought of how fun it is, and she mentally snaps at it to be still and silent. Something's off here, and she's finished indulging her rebellious body until she has her answers. Thinking further back, she realizes that she doesn't even remember walking to class...just waking up in the middle of it as though she'd been asleep...

Asleep. That's where she'd been. That's where she IS! So where is this place, and what's happening? Afraid and infuriated at her own lack of self-control, her own inability to figure out what's going on before now, she removes her lips and tongue from the girl before her and begins to struggle in her bonds. "Enough! I don't know...I don't understand what's going on, but this is the end of it!" She pulls hard against her bonds, trying to find a loose knot on either her ankles or her wrists so she can get free, shame and humiliation at her actions wrapped in rage and fury at both herself and the...whoever they are, WHATEVER they are, around her. How could she have let this happen to herself? How could she have done and said all those things...and how could they have wanted to pull them out of her? What sort of people would want to cause someone to act like that?

"Heheh, finally figured it out, have you? I was starting to wonder if you'd just want to go on like that forever. After all, you certainly appeared to be enjoying yourself." A strange voice says. The others girls stop what they're doing and a being in a tattered floating cloak appears. Lacey couldn't see anything underneath the hood except a pair of red eyes. "My name is Wraith. I am the one responsible for both the daydream you had, and this whole scene. I had been looking through your mind and found you like being in this situation; tied up, blindfolded, and helpless while others used you. It seems you also enjoy the company of other girls as well, so I had the entire class join the fun."

"What...who's there?!" She looks around, feeling everyone backing off, though she can't see anything. She grits her teeth as she hears the creature taunt. "That's not...It wasn't..." Trembling with indignation and embarrassment, she looks towards the source of the thing's voice, though the effect of her glare is somewhat muted by the blindfold around her eyes and the fact that she's tied down and helpless despite her struggling. "You...YOU did all this to me?! What possible reason could you...could ANYONE have to do this?! What are you, anyway?!" Everything she'd said and done, everything that'd happened to her...was because some creature had wandered around her mind, finding things to ravage her with? In what sort of world does this kind of thing HAPPEN?! This has to be a bad dream...it IS a bad dream, but this sort of thing can't be real! How could something like this ever be real?!

One of the girls removes the blindfold allowing Lacey to see her tormentor. "I do it because I enjoy it. I was created from lustful and sadistic energy emanating from all the students and other creatures here coming together in one point. It is also what keeps me in this world. I feed on that energy to maintain my existence, and yours has been especially nourishing. I rarely find girls as slutty as you've proven yourself to be. You may just become one of my favorites."

As the blindfold comes off, Lacey glares at her chief tormentor. She doesn't even spare a look at the other students, knowing now that they're not real. This thing...this Wraith is the one who deserves her anger. She tugs against her bonds again, but they continue to hold tight. Her determination shatters as memories flood in, thoughts of what she'd said and done, how she'd acted....she hangs her head, partly in shame and partly to force the memories to the back of her mind for the moment. Plenty of time for self-flagellation later. "Those were things you found...in my head. MY thoughts....and you have no right to them...and certainly no right to criticize me for them." She glares up again, her green eyes locking onto those red ones in the hood, rage and humiliation dancing through them. "I'll find a way to end you one day....the next time, my mind won't be so wide open, and we'll see how you do." Speaking in fury, part of her doubts there's anything she could do to this creature, even in her own mind. But her rage will not be silent. If something as private as her thoughts can be invaded, then she has little choice but to fight if she's going to retain her sanity.

Wraith simply laughs at Lacey's response and comes down closer, their faces only inches apart and his glowing red eyes staring straight into her green eyes. "You are incapable of keeping me out of your mind. Only those with a powerful will or strong magic or psychic power can do that. I can even invade your mind while you're awake, so even then you're not safe from me. As for bringing an end to me, that could only happen if this entire island were abandoned. Remember, the source of my existence the lustful and sadistic energy of both students and other creatures. As long as that energy is abundant here, you cannot get rid of me. Oh, and by the way, your thoughts and secrets are the same as your body. They are now mine to use as I wish, and I will be using them...a lot. But for the time being, I think I've had my fun. I will take my leave now. See you again, real soon." He gives one more laugh then disappears, making the binds and desk fade as well freeing her and allowing her to wake up.

He comes down closer to her, hovering face to face now and she absolutely ACHES to hit it, hurt it, do whatever she can to cause it pain. But she calms herself instead and takes a few deep breaths. Chances are this thing would only enjoy waching her struggle, should she care to put on a show. She listens to its self-assured speech and has to take another deep breath to keep from flying into another rage. Torment her? Not likely....she won't stand for that, not for long. One way or another she'll see him rent asunder, even if it should cost her mind to do so. "Say it while you can, because I'll be the one to prove you wrong! I'm goign to FIND a way to crush you, and I--"

She wakes with a gasp, finding herself in her room her body chilled despite the warm air in her room. She whimpers a little bit as she uncurls on her bed, muscles cramped from being tense in such an uncomfortable position for a long time. That dream...what had that been about...? It's gone now, and most of her memories with it. Maybe for the best, since at the end there she--

Lacey's eyes go wide as the entire affair comes rushing back into her mind. She remembers now, all of it. Every second replays itself for her, and tears stream down her face. At the end, she'd been high on fury and orgasmic bliss and had all the energy in the world to promise putting an end to Wraith with, but here...here she's merely a tired girl after her first day of classes, one who's discovered that the things that go bump in the night are REAL, that hiding under the blankets won't help, and that for whatever reason, they seem to exist in this place with the intent of preying upon college girls. She's sobbing to hard to laugh just now, though she desperately wants to. What had she gotten herself into this time? There is no Victor to help her here, no one to make the bad person go away and leave her alone. No one but herself, and she isn't sure she can do that...

Keep your mind sharp. Keep alert. She wipes her tears from her eyes and quiets her sobbing breaths until she's breathing normally again. It doesn't take her long. Victor had told her to keep herself sharp, and now she has more motivation than before. She has no clue if Wraith was telling the truth when he'd told her that her struggles will be useless...and she doesn't care. She hasn't come all this way just to roll over and be a fucktoy for a bunch of degenerates. She gets up and goes to wash the sweat and sex from her body. Whatever is going on here, she'll get stronger and fight against the odds. She has to, if she wants to keep her sanity. First a shower, and then she's going back to sleep. She doesn't forget what's happened here tonight...never will she forget that, not even when she eventually leaves this island and discovers that the universe is a much bigger place than she'd thought growing up. This nightmare will haunt her thoughts and dreams for a long time to come...

But she isn't broken. Not yet.