"I got you something," murmured Tory. He ran his thumb over the small velvet jewelry box, feeling a little silly.
Carol looked up at Tory with a puzzled smile, and rested her head on his chest. "You got me a present? I didn't think we had that kind of relationship."
Tory huffed and looked away. "Jesus, Carol. I'm trying to be nice for once. Just... here." he pushed the box into her hands.
Carol giggled at the normally-cocky president's obvious discomfort, but her eyes softened. "OK, OK. I'm sorry, I'm just teasing you, Stud." She turned the little jewelry box over in her hands, staring at it curiously.
It had been a fun month since the Halloween party. The events of that night had awakened new... hungers in Carol. She didn't bother wearing clothes around the house anymore at all, and the slutty clothes that she once used exclusively for tempting the brothers had become her normal going-out clothes. It had begun to have an effect of how her friends and acquaintances outside the house saw her, but the appreciative states from strangers on campus made the loss of respect from her friends worth it. Carol had even caught the asshole TA from her literature class staring at her tits the other day, and he hated her guts. Her comfortable bras, ripped baggy pants, and shrouding sweaters gathered dust in her closet.
Carol's intense first time at the glory hole enflamed twisted desires in her as well. Tory knew that ever since that night, Carol was now blowing Adam on a regular basis. Other brothers were slowly discovering to their delight that Carol was willing to suck anyone's cock if they were bold enough to ask. All you had to do was get Carol heated up with a make-out session, and she would be more than willing to drop to her knees for you. It wouldn't be long before word spread, and she was blowing all of the frat boys regularly.
Tory wasn't sure how to feel about Carol's spiraling fall into depravity. He clearly didn't hold an exclusive claim to Carol's sexual activity. He never had. But he had to admit that it stung a little, the way that Carol was obviously unable to resist sucking Adam's cock despite how cruelly he treated her. In the end, however, he found he could deal with it. No matter what she did with the other guys, what he and Carol had was special.
The sex that Tory and Carol had on a near-nightly basis was mind-blowing. Tory had a great deal of sexual experience, but he had never felt anything like it. It was like they were perfectly in sync. When they lay tangled together, sticky and sweaty from their sexual exertion, clinging close and basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Tory just couldn't care about what she was doing with other men. There was simply no way it could be as good as what she was doing with him.
Carol flicked open the jewelry box, and her teasing attitude drained away. She lifted the little silver charm into the light, watching it glitter. "The Venus symbol," she said in a stunned voice, "It symbolizes love, sex, and especially femininity." It was the typical circle with a cross extending from it that was used to signify "female". Carol studied Tory's face for a moment, trying to read his intentions. She had been half-joking, but she was pretty sure that fuck-buddies didn't usually buy each other jewelry. What was going on in that head of Tory's? Sometimes he acted like Carol was his personal fuck pet, sometimes like she was something more...
The symbol of Venus... it was a genuine ancient magical symbol despite its mundane modern usage, and it would fit right in among the other symbols on her bracelet. She never would have considered adding it before moving into the house, but now sexuality and feminine energy had become a major part of her beliefs.
It was a genuinely thoughtful gift, and despite its clear sexual connotation, it almost showed respect for her beliefs. Although Carol thought the idea of someone else adding a charm to her bracelet was a little strange, she appreciated the gesture.
"Thank you, Tory," she said, unclasping her bracelet and threading on the new charm.
Without warning, the door to Tory's room flew open. Adam stood in the doorway. His flashing green eyes saw them cuddled together; taking in the unclasped bracelet and the discarded jewelry box. His jaw clenched.
"Tory, Ryan and I would like a word," he said stiffly. Tory frowned, unconsciously pulling Carol closer to his side as he replied: "Can it wait?"
"No," answered Adam curtly, walking away without closing the door. Tory sighed and pulled away from Carol's embrace, finding his discarded jeans and shirt.
"Sorry," he said with a lopsided grin and a shrug. "Looks like no round two for us. Maybe later tonight?"
"Maybe," Carol said lightly, feeling a little miffed at being so summarily dismissed, "But no promises. My dance card is pretty full these days, Stud. I already promised Bailey I would let him teach me how to blow smoke rings. Amongst other things." Her eyes had a wicked gleam as she deliberately needled Tory. But he just chuckled and rose from the bed, cupping her face fondly in his rough hand before making his way out the door.
What exactly was so urgent about meeting with Adam? thought Carol with annoyance. And why was it more important than sex with her?
...
Ryan compulsively tugged on his goatee as he looked back and forth between Tory and Adam. He didn't know why it had come to this. They had a good thing going with Carol. Hell, even she was having a good time. But once again, two big dumb guys with the self-restraint of kindergarteners had to turn it into a dick-measuring contest.
"Are you fucking kidding me, dude?" asked Adam, cold and furious, his muscles straining as he tightly folded his arms. "Jewelry? The whole point of this is to turn Carol into the frat's house slut. Not for you to get a girlfriend." He laid thick, sarcastic emphasis on the last word like the very concept was laughable.
It actually surprised Ryan that it had taken Adam this long to blow up. For someone as proud and self-centered as Adam, it must be infuriating that Carol exclusively fucked Tory. No doubt Adam had been distracted by his daily blowjobs for a while, but Ryan had known for a while that this confrontation was coming.
"I can buy whatever I want for whoever I want," said Tory stubbornly. "Of course Carol isnt my girlfriend. Buttering her up is part of the plan. If Carol thinks we're trying to force her into sex, she'll start resisting. But If she's happy, she'll be willing to put out more. It's good for everybody." Tory was also to blame for this conflict, thought Ryan. It was easy to argue for the status quo when you had a privileged position, and it was clear that Tory had let his exclusive access to Carol's pussy go to his head.
Adam laughed bitterly. "Better for everyone, or just for you? So far Carol has been 'putting out' nothing but blowjobs for the rest of us, while her gift-giving sugar daddy gets to fuck her sweet little pussy every night."
Tory flushed angrily but kept his voice even as he replied, "Yeah, I meant what I said. It's better for everyone, asshole. I used to be the only one to get blowjobs, remember? And now everyone gets them. I'm breaking down her resistance over time. I won't be the only one fucking her forever."
Adam grinned. Ryan shook his head. He had to hand it to Adam, this is exactly how he told Ryan the conversation would go. "So you agree then, that we should push Carol to have sex with other people?" demanded Adam.
Tory looked taken aback. "Um, well... yeah. At some point," he said, his voice a little reluctant.
"Great," said Adam smugly, "Because Ryan and I have cooked up a little plan for our upcoming Thanksgiving break that will easily accomplish that goal."
Tory didn't look pleased, but he had just said that he agreed with the goal in theory, so he couldn't think up a convincing excuse. Tory had fallen neatly into Adam's trap, and in the process, was about to lose his sweet position as Carol's only sex partner. Ryan felt a little sorry for him, but fair was fair. Besides, Ryan had his own plans for how to have fun with Carol once she spread the love a little.
Ryan sighed in relief as he pulled the planning sketchbook from his backpack. Even though Tory wasn't happy, the confrontation could have easily turned into a physical fight, and that had been avoided. Tory grimaced down at the sketchbook as Adam ran through the plan for Thanksgiving break.
The frat president clearly wasn't happy with the plan for Thanksgiving break, but he had to understand that things wouldn't stay the same forever. Tory himself had said it: it seemed like there were no limits to what they could get Carol to do. Their training wouldn't stop until Carol was a total slut.
And it was past time to push her further down that road.
...
It had been a while since Carol had gotten a message from the divine. Long enough that she had started to believe that her mission was fulfilled. She had done everything the divine had asked of her, becoming submissive and accepting of the tainted male energies of the house, even embodying the Goddess of Sex and Love despite her previous distaste for sex.
Carol had assumed that the place of power was now in balance thanks to her efforts.
She still lit her candles and meditated, but for a month her mirror had remained clear and clean. Today was different. She found her heart pulsing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as the smoke of her candle stained the mirror.
Every time the divine had given her a mission, it had led to some new, deeper sexual humiliation. She dreaded and, on another level, yearned for whatever the spirits would require of her next.
The image was visible before the words filled in completely. It showed a woman holding up a cornucopia overflowing with fruits. As she waited for the words to become clear beneath the image, Carol tried to puzzle out the meaning of the symbolism. Was she meant to feed others her energy? Nuture them somehow?
