THREE WEEKS LATER -- SUNDAY

Runner gave Amy's hand a squeeze as they approached the door to the party room. "Why is your party here, if they usually have it in the caf?"

Amy grinned. "Melissa asked the dean if they could use the party room, because it's bigger. Usually it's just friends of the girl who's being hanged -- like the other graduates, or if she's a dorm sister for one of the classes, it's the girls in that class, and maybe a few others. But so many girls in all the classes kept asking Melissa if they could come, and Melissa decided it was just too many people for the caf."

Amy could hear the noise in the party room from well down the hallway. If was a different sort of sound from what she normally heard emanating from that room. Usually the conversations were more muted, with members chatting with hostesses and decorum prevailing, though salted with giggles. Today the room was filled exclusively with students, in noisy high spirits, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor.

Amy paused in the doorway, taking in the atmosphere. She had been to so many going-away parties over the years, for acquaintances, classmates, and beloved friends. Now, she thought, it's for me! After waiting for so long, after going through so much, she couldn't believe her own time had finally come.

Stacy, one of the First Year girls, spotted Amy first, and shouted above the background hubbub, "She's here!" All around the room girls looked towards the doorway, and burst into applause.

Amy felt herself reddening, and covered her face, giggling. The nearest girls came toward her to begin the endless parade of hugs.

Melissa came over, handing Amy a paper plate with a pizza slice and a soft drink in a paper cup. She grinned. "Be careful with it. The place has to be spotless when we leave, and you're the only one who doesn't have to participate in the clean-up."

Amy laughed and took a bite, discovering to her surprise how much better everything tasted at her own party. "I promise not to leave a trail of crumbs behind me."

Taylor, after hugging Amy, turned to Runner with a grin, and gave her a hug as well. Though all of the students knew who Runner was, she was closest to the girls in the Second Year class, a result of living in their dorm. "So how was the party last night?"

Just eighteen hours earlier, Runner had participated in a party, hosted by the First Year girls (the hall was still festively decorated from that), and had private sessions with members for the first time. The dean, having reviewed the videos of Runner's sessions with Pellis and Bailor once more, had, to Amy's surprise, assigned Runner to party duty. Amy, Melissa, and Jana had spent the previous two weeks coaching Runner, this time mostly in how to have conversations with members in the main room, the tutoring conducted at a less frantic pace than for the previous party. Amy had asked the dean why he didn't want to wait until Runner was actually a student before having her work parties, then read the answer on his face before he spoke. "You want members to get to know her and know what she can do, so eventually you can start charging extra for her services!" The dean had simply smiled, seeing no reason to confirm Amy's insight verbally.

After the party, Runner had excitedly spent hours in bed with Amy, reconstructing her evening for Amy, until at last they made love and fell asleep. Amy was still feeling the aftereffects of a night with too little sleep. Runner didn't seem to be, as she launched into a slightly less detailed description of her party experience for Taylor's benefit.

Amy heard a bark to her right, and automatically dropped to her knees while turning -- nobody could imitate Puppy. She held out her arms to give Puppy a tight squeeze while Puppy licked her face happily. Puppy looked adorable in the harness designed and sewn for her by Kylie, one of the Second Year girls. The harness consisted of soft felt straps about an inch wide, in bright pink matching Puppy's hair and bush -- a band around her waist, with a pair of straps attached to either side coming up her back, crossing each other and attaching to the sides of another band around her neck, while a second pair of straps, also attached at the sides of the waistband, came up her stomach, crossed between her breasts and again attached to the sides of the neckband. The neckband was actually felt-lined leather, with a ring at the back for attaching a leash -- one was attached now, at present held by Rianna, from the Third Year class. The waistband featured one further inspiration -- a pink puffball, about four inches in diameter, was attached to it in the small of Puppy's back, serving as a symbolic tail.

Puppy loved the harness. It seemed she would have adored anything that made her more pink.

Rianna offered the leash to Amy, who smiled and declined it. "She has to get used to spending her time without me."

Rianna crouched down and stroked Puppy's back, as Puppy continued to give Amy attention. Puppy could now give something resembling a normal lips-only kiss, though she still had a tendency to use her tongue as the default mode of affection.

Jana arrived and set a paper plate of pizza, sliced into bite-sized pieces, in front of Puppy, with a paper cup and straw beside it -- Puppy had recently learned to use a straw, making feeding a little less messy. As Puppy began attacking the pizza, Jana stood and gave Amy a hug. "We still on for tonight?" She would be spending the night with Amy, her last time alone with her.

Amy laughed. "It's not like we could put it off for a week or so."

Jana grinned, her arms still around Amy's shoulders. "I know. In a week maybe I could sleep with your leg."

Amy laughed. "You'd better be eating it, not sleeping with it."

"I'm sure you'll taste great." Jana gave Amy a kiss, then made way for the next girl in line -- Jenny, a Third Year.

Jenny hugged Amy, and asked, "What show are you doing?"

Amy wrinkled her nose. "Well, I don't exactly know what I'm going to do. Benjamin says it will be straightforward and doesn't really take any advance planning. I keep trying to figure out what it might be. Maybe something like what Shawna did."

"Oh! I heard about that. That did sound fun."

Amy shrugged. "That's just a guess. The main thing is, I trust Benjamin. I know it'll be a nice hanging and everybody will be entertained. I'll make sure on that last part."

Jenny nodded. "I've been with Benjamin. He's so sweet. I was thinking he hasn't bought a girl of his own before. Has he?"

Amy shook her head. "The dean says no, this is his first time. I guess he just... I don't know. It feels like a real honor."

"Oh, for sure! But listen, thank you so much for all of the help over the years. And I'm not talking about the same thing as the way Megan helped. You just always... kept us all in the right frame of mind. You reminded us how special what we're doing is."

Amy felt her eyes stinging, and gave Jenny a still tighter hug. "Pass that on to the younger girls, okay? Tell everybody to do that."

"I will. We will. I promise."

Amy kissed Jenny. Jenny smiled and backed away, to give the next girl in line some time with Amy.

Nearby, Amy could hear Janet asking Holly and Haley, "Are you guys really going to do hangings together? Like Megan and Amy did?" Amy wasn't able to make out Holly's reply, other than the giggle. Farther away, a small knot of girls stood talking to Runner.

The party outlasted the refreshments. As the room slowly emptied out, Melissa and Jana persuaded several other girls to tidy up the room, while a gradually shortening line waited for Amy.

Runner stood by Amy as the last half-dozen girls got in words and hugs with Amy. Amy slipped her arm around Runner's waist as the last of them departed for some weekend studying. Smiling at Runner, Amy asked, "So what were you talking with Molly about?" She'd spotted a very animated Runner in conversation with Molly just before both Molly and Runner came over to Amy.

"Oh! She was telling me about this book she read in high school, about this girl named Sadie who figures out things the police can't. She was asking if I'd read it yet."

"Oh, that's actually a bunch of books about the same girl. They're really popular with teenagers. I don't think the library has them, but you could check. I'm pretty sure they'd order them if you asked."

Runner nodded. "I'll check later." She frowned. "Maybe I should wait, though. I don't want to get away from the schoolbooks too much." Runner was concentrating now more on educational texts than recreational reading, not wanting to miss any standard knowledge. She was particularly interested in arithmetic, currently adding long columns of multi-digit figures and staying on the lookout for girls willing to sit with her for a time, to drill her on multiplication flashcards.

Amy grinned. "In the Sadie books you'd probably learn more about what high school girls do every day. That's not really in schoolbooks."

Runner's eyes lit up. "Okay." She took Amy's hand. "Have we got time for some snuggling before dinner?"

Amy laughed and kissed her. "I do if you do."

AFTER DINNER

The knock on the door proved to be Jana. She was carrying a small bag and, to Amy's surprise, looked first at Runner, seated on the bed beside Amy. "The caf is empty. The staff is just finishing cleaning up."

Runner nodded, and began, "Did you bring... Okay." She'd spotted the bag.

Amy looked back and forth between them, puzzled. She could, at least, tell one thing. "You guys have something planned!" She grinned. "So what is it?"

Jana laughed. "Not telling just yet. We're going, in case you couldn't tell, down to the caf."

Runner sprang off the bed, grinning, and offered Amy her hand.

Amy, shrugging, let Runner pull her up standing. "I'm up for whatever. I guess." She felt slightly disappointed. The evidence pointed to another of the occasional sessions of Jana tied up in the caf, available to be played with. Amy had been hoping for a little more alone time with her.

Melissa was standing behind Jana. The four of them walked down to the caf together, Amy trying to read any information she could find in the looks of the other three. Whatever was happening was too complex for anything specific to show on their faces.

Arriving at the caf, now empty of staff as well as students, Melissa put up the "Private Party" sign at the door, to prevent anyone entering for the moment, and led the others inside, closing the door behind them. Amy wondered whether any student was misled by the sign anymore -- in the interests of candor, they probably should have made a sign saying "Getting Jana Set Up." Everyone would have understood.

In the caf, Amy saw that one of the tables was already draped in plastic wrap. Jana now walked eagerly towards that one, stood beside it and began stripping out of her uniform, while Melissa began rooting around in the bag Jana had dropped, with a thump, on the floor.

Naked now, Jana climbed onto the table and lay, a little surprisingly, on her side, apparently in preparation for being tied in a position Amy couldn't recall seeing before.

Runner turned to Amy, grinning. "Now you. Take off your clothes."

Amy's jaw dropped. "What? What's going on?"

Jana began laughing, and propped herself on her elbow, looking up at Amy. Then her face became earnest. "Amy, this is my last time being with you. I'll always remember you, and all of the really special things you've done for me and Melissa. Tonight I want to try to get closer to you than I've ever been, and I don't mean in the physical sense. I mean, physical is going to be part of it, but the plan is, I want you to spend part of the night in my world with me, and I'll spend the other part of the night in your world with you."

"Ummm..." Amy looked at Runner, who gave her a go-ahead gesture, and Amy reached behind herself to unhook her bra. Bending over to take off her shoes and socks, she tried again to read Jana's face. She gave up. "I'm not sure exactly what you mean."

Jana beamed at her. "You'll see."

While Amy was pushing down her shorts and panties, Melissa withdrew, from the bag, a piece of odd equipment from the party pavilion toy supply, used sometimes when entertaining a female guest. It was a head harness, with leather straps, some of which connected to a hard rubber double-ended dildo, others forming a headband, still others connecting these. One end of the dildo, the short end, fit into the mouth of the wearer of the harness, and the straps held it there. The long end of the dildo then projected directly outward from the wearer's mouth.

Melissa began securing it in the standard way around Jana's head. Amy saw Jana's lips curl upward around the gag, her eyes, looking at Amy, growing steadily brighter as they always did at the start of one of her bondage games. Amy remained puzzled. She was familiar with a number of uses to which the harness could be put, but didn't feel clear on which one of them might be featured now.

After Melissa finished with Jana's harness, Runner bent over the bag and pulled out a second, identical harness. "This one's for you."

Amy's eyes went wide. "What?"

Jana, having returned to her original position, curled up on her side on the table, grunted insistently around the gag, her eyes again on Amy.

Amy suddenly saw what Jana must have meant about Amy joining her in "Jana's world." Clearly Amy would be spending the evening tied up the same way Jana was. And not in private, but in the very public caf. Obviously Amy, like Jana had many times before, would be used as a public sexual plaything.

Amy never minded being tied, hands and occasionally feet, when hanging was involved. It was all part of the process, and the joy, of hanging. She had occasionally been tied up by club members in private sessions at parties. It wasn't her favorite thing, and her chief enjoyment of it came from the knowledge that she was giving a member what he/she wanted.

Now all of Amy's friends would be using her for their amusement, and there would be a bit of an embarrassment factor involved. She knew how much Jana adored it. But that was Jana.

Amy began shivering. She could see Runner looking at her, holding the harness, waiting for a physical signal from Amy that Amy was okay with what was happening. Amy was frozen, unable to give such a signal.

And just as suddenly as the paralysis had come over her, it washed away. Jana had just stated the obvious herself: this was her way of feeling close to Amy, and Amy wanted that closeness, this week, not just with Jana but with everyone she loved the most. And as for feeling embarrassed... Amy giggled. I'll be dead in less than a week, she reminded herself. Embarrassment is just enhanced self-consciousness. I want to be conscious of myself, my being. It makes giving it up that much more special.

She smiled at Runner. Runner grinned back and began securing the harness around Amy's head. She did it quickly -- either she had practiced it beforehand, or... well, Amy realized, she'd just watched Melissa do it. With Runner, seeing something once was all it usually took.

The gag, Amy found, filled her mouth so completely that she wasn't able to make any remotely intelligible sound. And she realized she was already starting to drool.

Melissa, grinning, said, "Okay, get up on the table, facing Jana -- no, other way. Yeah, like that..."

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

Amy wriggled to the limited extent possible, trying to get comfortable, causing the inevitable reaction in Jana. Amy had a perfect view of Jana's buttocks clenching, vaginal lips quivering -- that was almost the only thing she could see.

Runner had just finished with the last tie, and Melissa patted Amy on the hip. "You doing okay?"

"Hm hm hm." Even Amy's giggles were muffled.

Runner looked up from the bag. "Where's the tape?"

"Oh!" Melissa pulled the tape dispenser out of her pocket. "One time it unwound a little in the bag and got tangled up with the ropes. So I keep it separate."

Runner took the tape, while holding a printed sheet of paper -- Amy could see that much, though not what it said. But she knew basically what it would contain. Instructions and/or suggestions for how Amy and Jana should be treated. "Just put it along the side of the table?"

"On this side, yeah, so people can see it as soon as they come in."

Runner taped the page to the table, while Melissa bent and kissed Jana on the hip, whispering, "I love you, honey." Jana hummed a pair of musical tones that Amy assumed were a "love you" response, and wriggled, a movement Amy felt very deeply, causing a shiver of her own.

Runner gave Amy a hip kiss of her own, saying, "I love you, Amy," while Melissa gathered up Amy's and Jana's clothes and stuffed them into the bag.

Melissa said casually, a laugh in her voice, "Okay, Runner and I are going back to my room to watch a couple of movies. The second one is pretty sexy, so we might get a little involved with each other after. Anyway, see you later."

She's serious! thought Amy. We'll be in here three, maybe four hours! She had visualized more like one hour. Amy called "Hmmmm!" after them as they walked away, hand in hand, to the door that was just within Amy's field of vision, partly obscured by Jana's buttock. Melissa gave a cheery wave at the door, then she and Runner walked out into the hallway, the door closing softly behind them.

I thought they'd stay and watch! Amy moaned to herself. She felt very alone, and clung tightly to Jana. Jana was already reacting to Amy's movements, again causing a reciprocal feeling within Amy.

They were tied lying on their sides, facing each other, in opposite directions, their positions and ties perfectly symmetrical. Amy's head was between Jana's legs, her arms wrapped tightly around Jana's waist. Behind Jana's back, Amy's left wrist was tied to her own right upper arm just above the elbow, her right wrist similarly tied to her left upper arm. There was a short rope running between her knees, not quite holding them together, but sufficiently close that her thighs were tight around Jana's head, and she knew how Jana felt, with the pressure of Jana's thighs squeezing her own ears. Another rope ran from her knees to her bound arms, preventing her from straightening her legs at the hip. Her ankles were crossed and tied, not that she could have used them for much.

The dildo projecting outward from her head harness was being used as intended, buried full length inside Jana's pussy. One more rope completed the tie, running from a ring at the top of the head harness, in the middle of a strap running across the top of Amy's head, to her arms. That rope was sufficient to the task of holding Amy's head inescapably in Jana's crotch. She could pull back just a few inches, not enough to pull the dildo out of Jana's vagina.

Any movement Amy made, however slight, caused her head to shift position, sliding the dildo in and out of Jana -- perhaps only a few millimeters, but as Amy was well aware, all the more frustrating to Jana because of that. With each of Amy's movements, Jana twitched in response, giving Amy that same tickling, teasing feeling between her own legs, and Amy would wriggle again, continuing the cycle.

Amy's senses seemed scrambled. Sight and sound, usually the busiest senses, were taking a rest. Amy could see almost nothing other than an extreme close-up of the skin of Jana's buttocks and, looking down her nose, the soft folds of Jana's labia, parted by the dildo. There was almost no sound to be heard, other than Jana's soft squeaks and gasps, which Amy herself was echoing. On the other hand, Amy's other senses were responding to a volume knob turned to maximum gain. Amy could feel heat and tingling on every inch of her skin, and not only where Jana was rubbing against her. She could taste the milky foam of self-lubrication leaking from Jana's pussy, and Amy knew the same foam was present between her own legs -- both dildoes slid in and out almost frictionlessly. Above all else was the smell of sex, arousing Amy to a higher level of sensual need than she could remember experiencing before.

Amy suddenly felt Jana's face press hard against her crotch, and withdraw slightly -- then push again, and again, forcing the dildo deep inside Amy. All awareness of the rest of the world faded, as Amy's entire existence was suddenly located between her legs. She tightened her arms automatically around Jana's waist, and felt Jana's hips twitching violently, begging for Amy to give her the same treatment. Amy pushed her face against Jana, flattening her nose against her, over and over, hearing Jana's cries overlap her own.

The sudden flow of tingling, like an electric current, passing through her body gave Amy just a few seconds of warning before the orgasm hit. The world seemed to explode in a blinding flash as she squeezed her eyes tight.

After a moment of disorientation, Amy felt herself float to the surface. I fainted, she told herself, marveling at that. She'd never done that during sex before. Her throat felt raw, and she realized she'd been screaming as well. She hardly ever did that either.

She felt drained of all energy, and sensed herself floating on a cushion of sexual release. It was like all of the best times with Megan and Runner. She had never experienced it at such a level with Jana before.

She moved to get up and stretch, and the disorientation returned. It took her a few seconds to realize that the ropes keeping her arms and legs tightly clamped around Jana had not suddenly disappeared. And there was no one here to set her free.

She began giggling. I need to thank Jana, at least, she told herself. She gave Jana's head a quick double-squeeze between her thighs, heard Jana giggle and felt her return the gesture.

Breathing deeply, Amy rested, trying to remain totally motionless, not yet ready to get caught in the arousal cycle again.

It seemed to Amy that half an hour must have gone by. She was getting stiff from maintaining one position, but tried to shift as little as possible, with each movement eliciting a squeak and a twitch from Jana, and Amy reacting similarly to each of Jana's movements. Amy held her breath each time she heard voices outside the door, willing them to go away -- her mental vibes apparently successful, in each case.

At last a set of voices grew louder until the door to the caf swung open. Amy froze, her stomach in knots, and broke into a sudden cold sweat, and felt Jana tighten her arms around her. Past Jana's buttocks, Amy could see four girls, all First Years, stopped in the doorway, their mouths open in varying degrees of astonishment. It wasn't unusual for any student to discover Jana here during a nighttime run, but Jana had never had a partner before.

Amy felt her face growing hotter, and knew it was bright red. Maybe, she told herself, with the harness, they can't tell...

Cynthia, the nearest of the four, suddenly gasped, "Oh, it's Amy! You can tell by her hair!"

Amy's heart sank. She was completely busted now. Ironic, she thought, that on the island, she had cut her hair exactly for the purpose of escaping undue attention. Here, it had the opposite effect.

Giggling, the four girls approached the table. Ginnie, always the quiet one, said wonderingly, "I always felt like I wanted to ask her if she'd spend the night with me -- has she been with any First Years? I guess Holly and Haley don't count. Anyway, I could never get myself to do it."

Her roommate, Ronnie, giggled. "Well, you can do whatever you want with her now... What's the note say?" All four bent to read the printed page taped to the table.

Amy couldn't watch anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut tight. Maybe, she thought, Runner and Melissa were kidding about the movies. They'll come back in just a few minutes.

Paula asked, "What's it mean about 'contest'?"

Cynthia nudged her. "Just keep reading. I get it." She laughed. "This sounds like fun."

Fun for whom? thought Amy.

The girls quickly chose up sides, which involved picking either Jana or Amy, for purposes Amy couldn't yet guess, though she had some suspicion. Cynthia asked Paula, "What do I get if I win?"

Paula laughed. "Winner gets to be the boss in bed tonight, of course."

"How should we do it? The note just says 'stimulate them.' "

"Well, that's easy enough."

Cynthia giggled. "Almost too easy."

The girls surrounded the table, and began touching Amy's and Jana's skin -- Cynthia and Ginnie taking Amy, Ronnie and Paula with Jana. Amy could feel light fingertips running across her buttocks, crawling over her side into the crease between her stomach and thighs... a Hanging Girl knew all of the most sensitive points on the skin relative to sexual arousal, and Amy felt their soft touch on every one of them. Amy was involuntarily moaning with every breath, her hips twitching, her arms tightening around Jana's waist, her thighs squeezing Jana's head, feeling all of the same from Jana...

Now one of the girls behind Jana, she couldn't tell which, began pushing the back of Amy's head, in a steady rhythm, making the dildo slide in and out of Jana. Amy blinked at the sudden perception of her own head as being simply the handle of a sex toy. At the other end, one of the girls behind Amy started pushing against Jana's head.

To say the combination of sensations affected Amy would be a gross understatement. Every square inch of her skin seemed to tingle with electricity, and she wriggled helplessly against Jana as Jana twitched and writhed against her. In just minutes she could feel the tension building inside her, begging for release...

Jana suddenly spasmed and emitted a high-pitched shriek, which brought Amy still closer, so close, so close...

The exploring fingers were gone, the hand behind Amy's head stopped pushing. Ronnie stood upright and clapped her hands, as Paula threw her arms in the air. "We win!"

Cynthia and Ginnie rounded the table, each hugging her roommate. Ronnie suggested, "Let's go back to our rooms and have a little fun." She took Ginnie's hand and said, "Come on, slave-for-the-night."

Ginnie giggled and said, "Yes, mistress."

Amy groaned in frustration. That's what the contest is about, she thought. They're trying to get either me or Jana be the first one to come!

The girls appeared to be leaving. Suddenly Cynthia turned back, bent, and kissed Amy on the hip, and said softly, "Goodbye, Amy." Each of the other three girls did the same. Amy felt a tear sting her eye. It was a surprisingly tender, intimate gesture from the same girls who had just used her for their own sexual amusement.

A minute later, all four girls were gone.

While being touched by their heartfelt goodbye, Amy was irritated that they had left her sexually unsatisfied. Though possibly, it occurred to her, that might be another of the "rules" stated on the note.

I could probably get Jana to help me out again, thought Amy. But wait -- maybe it's better if I'm on edge. It should help me come more quickly the next time...

She knew there would be more contests.

Just minutes after the four girls left, the cafeteria door opened again, and Holly and Haley entered, holding hands, in animated conversation with each other.

They froze at the sight of Amy and Jana -- obviously nobody had given them a heads-up, not even Melissa. Amy heard the one on the left -- they were too far away for Amy to tell which she was -- whisper, "Oh, that's Amy!" They approached slowly.

Wide-eyed, without another word, they began walking around the bound pair, looking at every detail of the bindings, breathing a little faster as they went. After a full circuit of the table, they came into Amy's view again, and looked at each other. Holly -- Amy could now discern the "O" hanging from her collar -- nodded to Haley. Both of them looked very excited. Grasping hands again, they ran out of the room.

Amy giggled to herself. I know what that must be about, she told herself.

Another pair of roommates, Neely and Cassie, Third Years, came in about a half-hour later. After goggling at Amy and Jana, and reading the note, they had an extended discussion of how to proceed. Amy could feel the tingling returning as the girls talked about how to play with her. Suddenly Cassie gasped, "Oh, I know!" and pulled her roommate to the exit. Amy could hear them running down the hall. I don't know if I like this, she told herself. They have to be getting some kind of equipment.

Minutes later they returned, giggling, each holding a spray bottle. Many of the students kept small plants in their rooms, and used sprayers periodically to keep them watered. Cassie and Neely went quickly beyond Amy's limited field of view, and Amy heard a loud crunching sound. She gasped, identifying it as the ice machine. They were filling their spray bottles with crushed ice!

Amy heard Cassie say, "I'll take Amy!" and could see Neely pass around in front of her to take a position behind Jana. Amy was shivering already, her body tensing, knowing what was coming. She still jerked and gasped when she felt a stream of ice-cold water splash across her back. Jana smacked against her after getting the same treatment, and Amy felt the quick movement of the dildo inside her. The next stream of water hit Amy on her side and dribbled down her stomach between herself and Jana.

Amy could barely think, outside a desperate desire to get away from the cold. Thinking back on it later, she realized how brilliant the strategy was, as a way of bringing herself and Jana to a sexual peak quickly. To start, both of them moved reflexively to try, impossible though it was, to escape the spray of icy water. Soon, shivering, they were moving against each other frantically, grasping, skin rubbing sensually, to try to warm up, even between spritzes. Finally, they were purposely stimulating each other desperately with the dildoes to try to get the ordeal over with as soon as possible.

In what was probably just a few minutes, though it seemed much longer, Amy felt a sudden jolt rip through her, spreading out from her crotch to all points of her body, and she erupted with a cry forced out of her by the power of her climax. Cassie had barely had time to shout "Yes!" when Jana followed Amy over the edge of orgasm, and she and Amy nearly squeezed the breath out of each other as they rocked together in shared climaxes.

Coming down from the peak, recovering her breath, Amy giggled. That took care of the cold, she noted to herself. Damp with sweat, she felt she actually wouldn't mind being cooled off with a little ice water.

Again, the spontaneous kisses from the girls as they were leaving. On the forehead this time.

Two other small groups of girls had come and gone. Amy had come both times, once preceding Jana, once following her.

Amy would never have imagined she could climax so strongly so many times in rapid succession. She was very accustomed to the sixty-nine position, one of her favorites, but the addition of the dildoes and the bondage took it to a new level. She was intensely aware of her own body and Jana's, everywhere they touched each other -- and filled each other. It felt as though they completely surrounded each other's body. The inability to speak to each other added still more, requiring that they communicate their needs on a much more intimate level, with squeezes and rubbing skin. And tied together, unable to take a rest from the intensity of the interaction, their arousal remained, between orgasms, on a plateau Amy couldn't recall reaching before.

Amy heard voices in the corridor again -- a lot of voices now. She tensed once more, knowing the secret was now completely out.

It occurred to Amy that Melissa had not necessarily planned for this. All students were used to Jana's cafeteria predicaments, and some came and made use of her if the mood struck them -- probably at most a dozen different girls on any one night, all girls knowing that if they skipped the entertainment this time, there would be other occasions later. But not a single student had ever thought to find Amy here, and they all knew it would be the only time, given her impending hanging.

The door opened, and girls began streaming in, from all classes, talking, laughing. The first ones in rounded the table and the others filled in behind them, conversations uninterrupted. All surrounding and looking at Amy, naked and tied down like a lab specimen in front of them. Amy recalled her own description of embarrassment as "enhanced self-consciousness." Well, she thought, it's enhanced out the wazoo now. I'm the center of attention of a roomful of high-spirited girls, all under instruction to make me have a public orgasm.

Amy could feel Jana once more wriggling excitedly against her, and could feel her own excitement rising.

Amy squeaked as she heard a sudden bark from near the door. Of course, she thought. If everybody was here, somebody would be bringing Puppy.

There were at least thirty different conversations around Amy and Jana, discussing what they should do. Suddenly the voice of Sheree, one of the Third Years serving as the First Years' dorm sister, cut through the room. She was accustomed to the role of authority figure. "Okay, we can't have fifty or seventy different contests. Everybody choose different sides, but we should just have two, at most four girls stimulating them..."

From near the door, Tricia called out, "What about having Puppy do it?"

There were shouts of affirmation, one voice saying, "Yeah, she'd be neutral." Another asked, "How will she know what she's supposed to be doing?"

Several girls, it turned out, knew how much Puppy loved chocolate.

Four girls had lifted Amy and Jana, very carefully, along with the plastic sheet underneath them, and set them gently on the floor. Now Puppy was eagerly licking both of them, as Sheree, taking charge, was dribbling chocolate impartially on each.

Amy had been curious to know Jana's sensation when Runner had done this to her a few weeks ago. Not sufficiently curious to try to find out, but now she was learning anyway.

Each touch of Puppy's tongue, dragged wetly along Amy's skin, was like a pebble dropped in a pond -- ripples of tingling spread outward from each spot to every point in her body, waves of sensation overlapping, reinforcing. Amy was breathing hard, with continual sighs, and could feel the hot breath from Jana's nose billowing against her own buttocks. Amy wasn't actively trying, this time, to use the dildo to stimulate Jana -- she simply rode the waves of Jana's frantic hip movements in self-defense, and knew Jana was doing the same at her end.

Amy was barely conscious of the sound of a room filled with girls shouting encouragement and exhortations, all of whose evenings would turn on the outcome of a competition in which Amy was a helpless, sexually frantic game piece. All of Amy's attention was occupied with pure sensation.

In a sudden explosion, the orgasm took her. Amy had a mental image of a dog violently shaking a squeeze toy in its mouth, with herself as the toy -- no doubt Puppy's presence had inspired the image, though Puppy was still doing nothing more than licking.

As the shaking slowly subsided, Amy was aware of cheers throughout half of the room -- the half standing behind her.

Jana's buttocks were still pounding Amy's face, and the thought slowly filtered through the muddle of Amy's mind that Jana hadn't reached her own peak yet. Amy tightened her arms and pushed her dildo as deep into Jana as she could again and again, until Jana's sudden rigidity and muffled scream told Amy that Jana was now, to put it very mildly, satisfied.

Sheree at last pulled Puppy away with a promise of more chocolate elsewhere, and Amy felt herself drifting on a cloud, lightly tickled by droplets of sweat running downward everywhere on her body. She was half-aware that the girls, one after another, were filing past her on their way out of the room, each of them kissing her hip and quietly saying goodbye.

Amy swam out of a dream to find that her hands were already free, the dildo removed from her mouth. Resting on her back, her thoughts sluggish, she saw that Runner was untying the ropes around her knees and ankles.

Still naked, Amy leaned heavily against Runner as they navigated the corridors back to their room, followed by Melissa and the likewise nude, likewise groggy Jana.

Amy reached for a doorknob, and pushed open the door despite Melissa's sharp whisper of "Amy, wait!"

Amy headed towards the bed, only to pull up short on seeing it occupied.

Holly and Haley were tied together in the same position, with the same equipment, as Amy and Jana had been in the caf. Amy couldn't tell which sister's head was visible from where she stood, squeezed between the other's thighs, thrusting the dildo in and out. They were rocking on the bed, their breath whistling in and out of their noses like steam engines, obviously nearing a sexual peak, seemingly oblivious to the presence of their four friends.

Melissa gently pulled Amy out of the room, whispering, "They wanted to try it."

Amy frowned, and muttered, "Wha' they doing in my room?"

Melissa closed the door, and whispered patiently, "It's their room, Amy. You're two doors further down."

" 'Kay." Amy allowed herself to be led to the proper door and into her own room.

Amy heard Melissa ask Jana if she wanted a shower, to which Jana vaguely responded, "Morning." Amy realized Runner was asking her the same thing. She smiled tiredly and shook her head. Amy was dimly aware she was smeared with sticky, drying chocolate, but she couldn't focus enough to attach much importance to it. Not with a bed visible in the foreground.

After Jana had dropped onto the bed, Amy somehow found the strength to crawl in beside her, putting her arms around Jana as she felt Jana's go around her. Amy felt Runner's light kiss on her cheek, and heard the door close as Runner followed Melissa to Melissa's room.

Amy wriggled against Jana, and felt Jana's soft kiss on her lips, heard Jana ask, "Did you like it?"

Amy tightened her arms around Jana to the extent her debilitation allowed, and giggled. "Loved it. Thank you."

Jana smiled, with her eyes closed, too weak to open them. Her voice barely making a sound, she said, "So you understand?"

Amy kissed her. "Mmm-hm." She said, carefully enunciating so Jana would know she was sincere, "Totally."

As near sleep as she was, Jana's face still lit up. "I'm glad."

Sleep took both of them together, while their lips were still pressed together.