College Tuition

Chapter One

Stephanie wanted to go to college ever since she finished high school. But with the economy the way it was, everything was so high priced, including tuition. She had worked for a few years with the hopes that she would be able to save enough money to afford college. She continued sending in applications to all the colleges she found, explaining her financial needs, but all of them had turned her down so far. One college, a private university about 150 miles from home, placed her on a waiting list, and told her that if she could make the financial arrangements, she would be accepted. She had searched the internet for scholarships and grants, but money was tight all over. She continued working and saving, but it seemed the more she saved, the more tuition went up. And she thought to herself that even if she could get enough for the first year, she would never have enough for a full four-year college.

Then she received a letter in the mail from a college scholarship foundation, one she had never heard of before, but located in the same town as the college that had wait-listed her. The letter stated that the foundation was willing to pay for her full tuition, lodging, and books. They asked her for an interview, and all she had to do was fill in the application and once it was returned, they would give a date and time to see her. Stephanie was in heaven, knowing she would do anything to go to college and that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The application itself was a bit strange. Of course, there were the usual questions, as well as a request for her high school transcript. But there were other questions that seemed almost too personal. Did she have any serious boyfriends? Girlfriends? Had she done any nude modeling? Was she on birth control pills? She chuckled to herself, wondering why they hadn't asked her about her sexual preference or the number of times she was fucked each week. The personal questions surprised her, but she answered them honestly, assuming the foundation had a good reason for asking such things. She completed and returned the application and waited for the phone call to set up a time for the interview.

Stephanie was on pins and needles as she waited patiently. One week passed, then two. The new college term was less than a month away. She wondered if they had rejected her application. Maybe it was lost in the mail? But she waited patiently.

Then it came! The phone call she had been waiting for. The man on the other end explained that they had received her application and were pleased with her responses. He told her that if she was accepted, they would pay her full 4 year tuition and also pay for all books, meals and even a place to stay. How could she ever go wrong with this arrangement? She accepted the invitation for an interview the following week. That would give her time to make arrangements with her job, which she hated anyway, and get all her things together to move to the college.

Stephanie just knew she would be accepted and gave her notice at work, told her parents she would be moving and going to school so she could get a much better job once she was out and help support them later in life. She had always wanted to be a lawyer and a real estate agent. If she could do both, she would save lots of money by being able to sell property and also close on the deals without having to hire an outside attorney. Stephanie was floating on cloud nine and nothing could upset her.

The time finally came and she was on her way to the college town for her interview with the foundation. She was singing along with the radio and waving at everyone, even though she didn't even know them. She knew for sure she was going to college, her life long dream. It took her nearly 3 hours to make the drive and find the foundation headquarters. She was so close to being a college student, she could feel it in her heart.

She parked her car and walked up the rather long path to the building. It seemed to be a private residence, rather than a public building. She knocked on the door, wondering if she had the correct address, and it was quickly answered by a young woman not much older than Stephanie. She was dressed in a manner that didn't seem appropriate, with a short leather skirt barely covering her ass, a camisole that revealed a pierced bellybutton, a choker with a dangling S, and fuck-me 5-inch heels.

Stephanie said, “I'm here for an interview for a college scholarship.”

“If you will follow me, Ma'am,” replied the scantily clad woman, and led Stephanie down a long hallway. The house seemed cavernous, with wood paneling and classical works of erotic art. There were paintings from Roman or Greek times, with orgies and soldiers raping captive women and leading slaves in chains. More than strange, thought Stephanie, who was beginning to fill less and less comfortable with the scholarship foundation. The woman's high heels clicked in short, 12-inch strides, using a models cadence of one foot placed directly in front of the other.

The woman knocked on a door which had the nameplate Dr. Frank Charles and a voice inside answered, “Yes?”

“Your interview, Ms. Stephanie, has arrived, Sir.”

“Oh, show her in, girl.”

The woman opened the door, stood back to allow Stephanie to enter the room. she gave Stephanie a pleasant smile, parting her lips slightly, revealing her tongue stud to the temporarily shocked Stephanie. she then closed the door behind Stephanie, who could hear the high heels as the woman retreated back down the hallway.

“Come in, come in, Stephanie,” said the man, who gave neither his name nor did he rise from the chair. Stephanie walked towards the desk, noticing there was no chair for her to sit. She simply stood before the large walnut wood desk, as the man reached to the side, as though looking for a file folder. He found what he was looking for, and looked up at Stephanie.

“So glad you decided to come for the interview. We were most impressed with your application, transcript, and we're sure we can help reach your dream of attending college.” He paused, as though expecting her to respond.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Yes, well, right, just a few more questions and details to iron out,” he continued, while seeming to read something in her file. “So, you live with your parents, about 150 miles away. No serious boyfriend. You mention a girlfriend. Is she a friend in the sense of a, um, pal, or friend as in lover?”

Stephanie's mouth opened slightly, with the directness of the question. “Just a friend.”

“Sir,” he continued.

“Pardon?” Stephanie responded.

“Sir, please begin or end all responses with the word ‘Sir',” he replied, his eyes boring into Stephanie's.

Feeling totally uncomfortable, as though she had walked into the middle of a conversation of which she knew nothing about, she simply mimed, “Sir.”

“That's better,” he said with a slight smile. He continued to stare at her, as though examining her face. Stephanie, already uncomfortable, could not keep her eyes on his, and lowered them to the carpet, while shuffling her feet to break the spell. “Do you have any other piercings, besides your ears?”

“No.” And after a short pause, “Sir,”

“Have you had any modeling experience?”

“No, Sir.”

“Breast enhancements?”

“No, Sir,” Stephanie answered, trying to determine where this “interview” was headed. Her 33B breasts were clearly too small to have been “enhanced”.

“Are you sexually active?”

Again she hesitated, but then said, “No, Sir.”

“You aren't a virgin, are you?”

“No, Sir.” She couldn't believe the directness of the questions.

“Good, well, I'm satisfied that you will make a fine candidate for our scholarship plan,” and he began to pull several sheets of paper from another file.

“That's it,” she thought. No questions about her goals. Nothing about her interests. Just questions about her body and “friends”. “This is so weird,” she continued to ponder.

“Just a few papers to sign, a physical exam, and then you still have time to run over to the college with our voucher, and complete your registration before it closes today,” he smoothly announced.

Stephanie smiled her perfect smile, amazed how quickly things were falling into place. She could hardly wait to call her parents and tell them the good news! She stepped closer to the desk, in order to sign whatever documents he produced.

“This first form indicates our commitment to your education, and that we will continue to provide funds for up to four years, as long as you meet your part of the agreement.” He turned the page around, handed her a pen, and pointed to where she needed to sign it. Stephanie read the first few lines of the document, it seemed to say exactly what he had stated, and she signed it.

“This second form indicates more clearly your part of the agreement. You may read it, if you wish.”

Stephanie began to read:

“I hereby agree to:

1) Model any and all clothing or other items required by the foundation.

2) Be available for photo/video shoots at any time

3) Wear only what I am told to wear at all times

4) Keep my pussy shaved at all times

5) Never wear panties or bras at anytime

6) Have sex with anyone I am told to whether it is male or female

7) Sleep naked at all times

8) Leave my room door open at all times while inside

9) When in the dorm, I will be naked unless told otherwise

10) Sit with my legs open at least 3' at all times

11) Never close any bathroom or shower door while I am in them

12) Make all my holes (pussy, ass and mouth) available for use at all times

13) Walk anyplace I have to go on campus and never drive my car.

14) Accept any form of punishment deemed necessary by the foundation for any failures

15) Stand for inspections each day in the foundation's office

16) Allow anyone and everyone to touch and feel me as part of said inspection.

17) Be available for private parties

18) Never touch or play with myself without permission

19) Ask permission from superiors to use the bathroom

20) I will refer to myself in the third person when in the presence of foundation personnel.

21) All questions asked of me will be answered in complete sentences, and include the correct title of address.

22) Accept physical modifications that will improve my appearance in the opinion of the foundation

23) A physical examination will be required prior to this contract being activated.

Stephanie just stared at the piece of paper, not believing what she had just read. “Sir, there must be some misunderstanding. I am not a whore!”

He smiled kindly. “Of course not, my dear. No one said you were! But for the amount of money we will be paying for your education, we obviously need something in return. Consider your assets. What do you have to offer us, besides your physical appearance?”

“I could work after classes, help around the foundation offices. I'm good on a computer.”

“We have no need for such menial positions. Anyone can fill those needs. No, my dear, if you want to attend college, this is your chance. You are not signing away your life, just your assets, so to speak, and only as long as you are in college. Think of it as a part time job. Think of others, like your proud parents, not just of your own selfish pride. Opportunities like this come around once in a lifetime.”

Put that way, Stephanie could see his logic. No, she wasn't comfortable with all the demands, but what other way could she ever hope to reach her educational goals. She picked up the pen, took one last deep breath, and signed it, her hand trembling slightly as she did.

“Excellent,” he cooed. “From this point forward, you may address me as Master, or Master Charles. And let's fulfill item #5 at this time. Please remove your panties and bra.” As he spoke, he pushed a button on his desk. “Come, come, we don't have all day. Don't be so shy. DO IT.”

stephanie, still in a state of shock, turned slightly, reached under her fashionable skirt, and pulled down her panties, stepping out of them. “Just leave them on the floor,” he ordered. she turned her back and began to unbutton her blouse. “Modesty is unbecoming a foundation hostess. Turn around and face me, when you unbutton your blouse. DO IT.” Without arguing, she obeyed, removed her blouse, and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. stephanie reached for her blouse to cover herself, but he put his hand on it.”

“Come in, and you, stephanie, just continue what you were doing. slutamy, please show slut stephanie to the examination office for her physical. Hand me your bra and panties, girl,” he added, taking them from stephanie with a wave of his hand, declaring that the interview was over.

stephanie turned to amy and was immediately shocked. amy was totally naked, except for her choker-collar and heels. Gone were the skirt and camisole. stephanie could not help but take a quick intake of air. amy was drop-dead beautiful, her long legs seeming to never end. stephanie was more than shocked to see that amy's pussy was completely hairless, and in addition to the navel piercing, rings could be seen dangling from her cunt lips and one-inch rings from her pierced nipples. Once again, amy gave her a beautiful smile, sticking out her tongue with it silver stud slightly, and said, “Follow me, please.”

stephanie followed amy into the hallway and she couldn't believe that amy was going to walk down the hall naked. At least stephanie still had some clothes on and no one could actually see what she had or should it be said not have under her skirt and blouse.

As they walked, amy explained to stephanie that she was one lucky girl to be able to earn a degree and all for free. stephanie was still unsure about her next four years, but she had to agree, she was lucky to go to college free of charge and that all she had to do was give up some of her freedom. Little did she know that the freedom she imagined had ended and she was now the property of the foundation.

The foundation building had quite a number of hallways, so after several turns amy opened a door and asked stephanie to step inside. Once they were both inside, amy seemed to change.

"Ok, slut, strip all those clothes off and put them in that can over there. you won't be needing them for awhile."

stephanie was shocked at the tone amy used with her, but she was getting hot from what she was doing. stephanie started removing her clothes and once she was naked, she dropped them into the can. she stood naked before the other girl and was a little embarrassed about it, but figured that she could handle the humiliation as long as amy was naked too.

"Very good slut, but now i have to get you ready for the doctor. Lay down on that table slut and let's get busy."

Slowly, stephanie went to the table and found out it was all metal and as she climbed onto it, it was quite cold on her bare ass. But, she did lie down and then suddenly found out she was being strapped into position by amy. First a strap over her belly and then her hands were quickly tied to the sides of the table. stephanie started to struggle at this point, but amy warned her sternly that this was all part of the process that she agreed to when she signed the contract with Master Charles. Next came her legs and she felt them being secured into some stirrups and then she felt them moving. her legs were being pulled apart and her sex was opening up to the view of this other girl.

Finally, her legs stopped moving and stephanie could look down between her small breasts to see her feet. They were a good 4 feet apart now and she knew that her sex was wide open for anyone to gaze at. she turned red in the face and had tears in her eyes. she was simply unable to voice any protest; only a slight whimper escaped her lips.

she wondered, "Why did i sign those papers? What is going to happen to me? What if my parents find out how i got into college? Will i really be made to do all those things that were on the paper?"

Her mind snapped back into the present as amy said, "Now, slut, we will have to get rid of that hair for you. The doctor needs to be able to see everything and that cunt hair is in the way. Don't move sweetie. i'll only be a moment." amy left her laying there and walked away into another part of the room. stephanie was shaking and couldn't control her tears now. amy walked back into the room with some things in her hands, but stephanie couldn't see what she had.

Then, she felt something warm on her sex and amy was rubbing it into her. Then, she felt more go onto her and then the razor began to work over her pubic area.

"My God," thought stephanie, "she is shaving me down there."

amy began to work around her pubic area, removing all the hair that stephanie once thought made her a woman. Now it was going away and she would look so much like a little girl again. It had taken stephanie longer to grow hair than most girls and the others used to laugh at her in the showers because she looked so young without hair. But, she finally did grow hair and was so proud of it.

amy continued her work and then stephanie felt fingers inside her pussy. amy was putting fingers inside of her and opening up her lips so she could shave there too. she just kept working on stephanie's pussy until it was totally bald. Not one little bit of hair remained. her pussy and even her ass had been shaved bald and now amy was rubbing some kind of lotion into her sex.

stephanie was getting turned on by what amy was doing. Even though she had never had any type of sex with girls before, she had often fantasized about what it would be like. And now her pussy was being fingered and rubbed by a girl she had just met. Without thinking, she tried to lift her pussy to meet amy's probing fingers. amy smiled knowingly.

Suddenly, before she could get off, amy stopped and slapped her on her pussy and said, "Ok, slut, now you are ready to be examined." Just lay there and don't move. The doctor will be right in."