1. The gift

Anne nearly missed the exit. She backed up a few meters and turned into the small forest road. It had been really nice of her physics course to invite her to their private graduation party in the holiday cottage that belonged to Frank's parents. The course was just 11 students and they had got along well these last 2 years. The study trip to Paris had been a real highlight, but still graduation parties were usually for the students only. When hers had invited her to this one, grinning broadly, she had accepted at once. Today, a Friday, she had got into her car right after school. Smiling she steered the car along the rutted dirt road, until she was within sight of the cottage, more like a full-grown house, Anne noticed.

When she got out Frank came out, got her bag and showed her her room, a simple bedroom on the ground floor. Anne greeted the students. Chrissi, the blonde angel, was cuddling up to Mario, her boyfriend. The other couple, Manuela and Peter, was just getting drinks from the well-stocked fridge. Kathy and Birte, the remaining two girls were watching Roland, Mattes and Jan play cards, Kathy silently as always, Birte giving constant advice to the players. The last member, Lukas, was just closing his inevitable laptop and smiled at Anne in a funny way. After loud hellos, they all returned to what they had been doing and Anne joined Lukas, Manu and Peter. The mood was exuberant and became more so, when Frank came in announcing the barbecue was ready and they could all come and get their food.

After dinner, they all sat together in the living-room and when the glasses were filled the students suddenly became silent. All eyes were on Frank.

"Well, Ms Holzkamp, we haven't only invited you here for a party, but also to say thank you for the last two years. We think we found a very fitting gift, one that you have been wanting for a long time probably."

Anne suddenly felt warm, but she had no idea yet what Frank was talking about. Frank looked her right in the eye.

"You will be quite surprised, I'm sure, but I'm certain in the end you will like our gift. Lukas?"

The laptop was already up and running and now Anne saw that Lukas had also put up a beamer. She smiled. Lukas's perfect presentations had been almost a legend at school. When the beamer was switched on her smile froze.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked angrily.

The white wall showed a very grainy, obviously strongly enlarged, picture of the monitor of another laptop caught at an angle to the camera. But the image on the monitor was obvious anyway: A dark-haired woman, whose had was pressed deep into a man's crotch. Her flaring cheeks made it obvious, what she was busy with.

"Just wait, Ms Holzkamp," Frank said quietly.

The following picture was of the same poor quality. This one showed the woman naked, kneeling and behind her a man who was twisting her nipples brutally. Anne took a deep breath and was about to complain again, when Lukas showed the next picture. This one was obviously a different version of the same image. The monitor was visible through half-drawn curtains and around out a rather anonymous hotel room that still seemed vaguely familiar.

When the picture changed again, Anne's breath stopped. The same woman on the monitor (this time apparently kneeling and kissing the man's feet), the same hotel room, but also two legs next to the monitor, two legs spread wide apart.

Her legs!

Suddenly she remembered. The hotel room she had lived in during the Paris trip, her laptop and the DVD she had brought for the evenings in her room. Before she could collect her thoughts the picture changed yet again.

The laptop was turned away from the window and behind it � (Anne gulped) behind it a woman's legs and the rest of her naked body up to her breasts.

"Nice pussy, but a bit too hairy," came Roland's voice.

She forced herself to speak.

"Do you have to talk like that, Roland? There are girls present." She knew how weak her protest sounded.

"We know what a pussy is," Birte chirped in.

"Yes, and we know whose pussy this is, too, don't we?" Frank's voice was still calm.

"What � what do you mean by that," Anne stuttered.

Frank looked at her and shrugged.

"Well, we'll have to show the next picture, too, then."

She wanted to stop them, but hesitated for a second too long. Then it was too late.

Behind the laptop she was clearly visible, but what was worse, her lips were visible wrapped around a glistening dildo and her face showed the rapture of orgasm. And on her breasts the words she had put there in thick black felt-tip were clearly in view: "Cockslut" and "Fuckpig".

"Have you had that on your breasts all week?" Roland asked.

"You should remember to close the curtains, when you have a go at your pussy," Birte remarked drily. "Or did you want to be seen diddling?"

"What do you want?" Ann asked almost in a whisper.

Frank was still smiling.

"I told you: To make you a gift you have always wanted." When Anne did not reply he went on. "We have done a little research. Or more precisely our technology freak here has. The movie on that laptop is called 'Well-used hobbywhore'. And the series it was published in is simply named 'Humiliated cunts'. And it seems that describes you quite well, doesn't it? Btw we have a whole series of pictures that show what follows, but since everyone present knows that anyway, we won't have to show them, do we?"

Anne was getting hot and cold flashes, when she remembered how that evening had ended. And now all the students knew how she had made herself cum with her fingers and the dildo, hzwo she had pulled and twisted her nipples and slapped her ample breasts until they had been red and burning. She looked down blushing furiously.

"What do you want?" she repeated.

"Do give you, what you so obviously need: Humiliation. We will even let you choose. We could upload these pictures to the school website, though I expect that would be too much of a humiliation for your taste. So I'm only mentioning it as motivation for you to accept the other gift."

"Do you want to give me the pictures?" Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

"The pictures?" Frank sounded surprised. "Oh, maybe that, too. But first of all we want to give you 48 hours of fulfilled drams. 48 hours in which you will be used, humiliated and dominated. And outside this room nobody will ever find out."

Anne only stared.

"Isn't that what you were fantasizing about, when you watched that movie? When you stuck that dildo in your pussy and mauled you breasts? That you would be used and degraded like that woman in the movie? Isn't that what have been dreaming of? Just being an object? Serving everyone? Having to do everything? Anything?"

Having to do everything. Object. Serving. Having to do everything. Everything, EVERYTHING.

The words were reverberating in Anne's head. That couldn't be true, Just a dream, a nightmare. She forced herself to speak with a calm voice.

"You must be crazy."

"Oh?"

Chrissi left Mario's embrace and slowly approached Anne.

"Then you are, too."

"Me? Why? What I do in private is none of your business and anyway�."

Chrissi interrupted her.

"I'm not talking about what you do in private, but what is happening here. The thought of being a sex object for the rest of the weekend is crazy, eh?"

Anne nodded and was just about to reply, when Chrissi stopped her.

"Then why are you getting horny?"

Anne stared her mouth wide-open.

"It is quite obvious to anyone here that your nipples are hard and I bet your pussy is soaking wet, too."

And wanted to protest loudly, but she knew the girl was right. She bit her lips. The silence lasted for a few minutes, while Anne was feverishly looking for a way out. But she could not shake the image of herself kneeling on the floor before the students. Frank broke the silence.

"Be honest to us. Does the thought of subjugation and humiliation arouse you?"

Anne hesitated, then nodded.

"You know that anyway."

Embarrassed she bit her lip.

"And after this weekend nobody will ever mention that to anyone."

Anne looked around and saw smiling and nodding faces.

"But during this weekend, we will force you for your own good, if need be. Shall Lukas upload the pictures?"

On cute the school website appeared on the wall and Lukas showed her his mobile linked up to the computer.

"No, no, please," Anne shouted.

"In that case you should tell us now that for this weekend you want to be our cockslut and fuckpig."

The words hit her like lightning and she moaned involuntarily. The young people looked at her expectantly. After a while Lukas typed something into his laptop and the upload screen appeared.

"No. I � I'm a � an cockslut and a fuckpig," Anne whispered.

"I don't think we could all understand that," Frank reminded her.

There was no way back now.

"I'm a cockslut and fuckpig," Anne repeated her voice now loud and clear.

Suddenly Frank came up to her and embraced her.

"I hope you will have a wonderful weekend," he smiled. One by one the others followed and embraced her smiling. With all the smiles and embraces Anne almost thought it had all been a dream or maybe a joke, but she was brought back to reality hard.

"I think a fuckpig should always be naked, don't you?" Frank asked the others, then continued. "So strip, Anne, but nice and slow, so we can enjoy it."

Anne hesitated.

"Do I have to here in front of you?"

Frank's smile froze.

"You want Lukas to upload the pictures? I'm sure a lot of students would love to jerk off looking at them. So strip, slut!"

"Yes, Sir," she answered automatically.

"See, that's much better. Now show us those tits live."

Frank sat down. Alone in the middle of the room Anne pulled her t-shirt over her head. All this couldn't be true. It had to be one of her fantasies, but then there she was, her fingers nestling with the hooks of her bra. When the bra fell, the comments started.

"Wow, quite a set of knockers."

"She's got bigger ones than you do, Chrissi."

"Don't get worked up, Mario, at least mine don't sag like those udders."

Anne blushed, but after a quick sign from Frank peeled off her jeans.

"Look at that wet patch in her panties. What a dripping cunt."

Anne did not answer, but pulld down her panties and stood naked. They made her wait for a while, then she heard Frank's voice.

"Well done, slut. Now go to your room and wait."

She almost ran from the room. So often she had fantasized about situations like this, but it was too embarrassing to stand before her students naked and aroused.

Back in her room she saw her bag standing in the corner. She had to smile. She would not be needing her change of clothes probably.