Mary Lynn and Roxanne exchanged frightened looks. This wasn't the way they'd thought it would be. They wanted to get into the Gamma Delta Iota sorority in the worst way, but the Hell Week initiation had taken some strange turns. Some of the pledges had been forced to strip naked and streak through crowded department stores downtown. Both of the eighteen-year-old girls had been glad that they hadn't been included.
Their pledge sisters, Morgana and Angela, had seemed nice and easy-going. They didn't make them do all that much stuff out in public.
But this wasn't public, and the tall sandy-haired Morgana looked like an avenging angel now. She pointed at the pair and repeated, "Get those clothes off! They offend me. I want to see nothing but bare ass in ten seconds. Move, damn you both . . . get naked now!"
The order shocked Mary Lynn. She didn't like the idea of standing naked in front of anyone. She was even a virgin, unlike most of the other girls around here. The other sorority girls even boasted of the men they'd had in bed and the way their boyfriends performed. Mary Lynn had blushed and tried not to show she was embarrassed by all this.
The only consolation was her friend, Roxanne. Roxanne wasn't a virgin, but she'd confessed that losing her cherry hadn't been the big thing all the other girls had said it was. She had been a little sore afterwards but hadn't had any of the super feelings.
Mary Lynn slowly took her blouse off, folded it and put it on a chair . It wasn't good enough for Morgana.
"You stupid cunt!" the tall girl screamed. "I said get naked fast. I mean it!"
She pulled out an ugly-looking pair of scissors and grabbed Mary Lynn before she could escape the clutching fingers that sought to hold her firmly. She felt the long cold steel blades of the scissors pressed into her soft tender flesh, and she almost passed out when the sharp snip sounded. Her skirt fell to the floor around her ankles.
Morgana kicked the skirt away and applied the scissors with a vengeance. The look of sexual lust on the girl's face frightened Mary Lynn a little. When the scissors cut her bra strap, she wanted to faint.
"Take it off, damn you, you silly cunt!" said Morgana. Angela, the dark-haired girl watching, only laughed.
Mary Lynn knew she wasn't going to get any support form Roxanne, either. Her friend was cowering in the comer, fumbling at her own clothes. She didn't 't want to be abused like her friend, but she wasn't going to do anything to help her-not one single thing.
Mary Lynn felt cheated a little at her friend's refusal to come to her aid, but they'd made a pact. This was the top sorority on campus, and they both wanted in badly. They'd vowed they would do anything they had to as long as the sisters of Gamma Delta Iota allowed them to pledge.
"And those dumb cotton panties. My, my," sneered Morgana, "aren't they chaste-looking?"
"I hate them," said Angela. "Get them off her body. I want to see that blonde snatch of hers, anyway. I've got a five-dollar bet with Irene that she's not a natural blonde."
Mary Lynn closed her eyes when she felt the cold scissors pressing into her trembling belly. The sharp point moved down her soft flesh until the waistband of her panties came under the edges. A sharp noise, and she felt the halves of her cut panties falling away from her body. The sudden rush of air made her sweaty, damp pussy feel cold.
"Damn!.. said Angela. "I lost the bet. I wouldn't have thought she was a natural blonde. . . unless she dyes her cunt-fur too."
"Don't talk so dirty," said Roxanne. her voice trembling. "And you don't have to treat Mary Lynn like that. We're pledging this sorority to be members, not your butt of dirty jokes."
"Well, listen to the mousy little brunette. At least she bad the good sense to get all her clothes off. But I don't like the way she talks about her pledge sisters, do you. Angela?"
Morgana went over to Roxanne. who shrank back against the wall.
"Don't do anything to me..' she said weakly.
"Oh, the little cunt is changing her tune. All right. cunt. if you kiss my shoes, I'll forget an about you for a while." Roxanne started to say no. Rebellion flared in her chocolate-brown eyes, but then died out. She wanted to be a member of this prestigious sorority. Her mother bad been a member and her older sister bad been one. too. She bad to join if she wanted to shine in her family's eyes.
She dropped to her knees and bent over , shaking with disgust at what she was doing. She bent a little farther and kissed the toe of Morgana's shoe. When the brunette felt the sharp whack of the side of the scissors against her upturned ass, she started to protest.
"Kiss the sole, too, while you're at it." said Morgana in a mocking tone. She turned her shoe sideways and showed the dirty leather to the girl.
Roxanne bated herself for it. but she kissed the sole. This was the only way she could get through Hell Week. She bad to obey her pledge sisters.
"That's disgusting!" snapped Mary Lynn. "I don't mind a little harmless fun, but this is awful. You can't do these things to us."
"We can if you want in the group... said Angela easily. The dark-haired girl smiled and flashed a dazzling white array of teeth. That friendly smile turned wicked as she said. "I think she's feeling neglected, Morgana. I think our little blonde's cunt is lonesome for some action."
"Like this?' said the tall girl bolding an eighteen-inch vibrator .
She made a big point of displaying it so that Mary Lynn could see the switch on the butt-end of the long cream-colored plastic dildo. She twisted the switch, and the end of the dildo began to dance around, humming.
But to the sexually inexperienced girl, the sight of that impossibly long plastic cock made her shudder . She couldn't possibly be expected to take all of it up her pussy. It would tear her apart! She hadn't even allowed a man's cock up her pussy, much less something like this.
"Here," said Morgana, tossing the shaking plastic dildo to Mary Lynn. "I want to see you use this on yourself. Stuff it all the way up that cunt of yours. I'm going to check up on you in a couple minutes, too. That pussy had better be damn good and wet with your juice, or I'm going to have to severely discipline you."
"Leave her alone!" cried Roxanne.
She quickly shut up when Angela came over and began stroking her brunette head. "So lovely. 1 think I would like it if you would kiss my feet, too. And maybe other parts of my body."
Her suggestiveness made Roxanne turn white with shock.
"And you, cunt, get that vibrator working on your pussy. I want to see it vanish up your twat now!" Mary Lynn looked at the plastic stick in her hand and then at her blonde-rimmed pussy. She had never even masturbated. Her mother had never quite come out and said it was wrong, but the hints had been strong. As a young girl she had been repeatedly told that it was wrong to put her hands all over her twat. It had stuck in her mind that any touching of her pussy-lips was totally wrong, maybe even sinful.
And now she had been commanded to masturbate a virgin cunt with a depraved dildo.
She did it.
She had to if she wanted to join the sorority. While her reasons weren't as deeply ingrained as Roxanne's were, she wanted to be with her friend. If Roxanne got in and she didn't, they might not even be friends for much longer. The sorority girls tended to hang out together and ignore anyone not in their ranks. So if she wanted to keep Roxanne's friendship, she had to do what Morgana asked.
Hands shaking, Mary Lynn guided the dildo toward her cuntlips. The blunt end of the vibrator touched her pussy-lips, and she moaned softly. She'd never thought it would feel this good!
She moaned a little louder as she began dragging the long plastic wand up and down her puffy cuntlips. The tingling sensation made her cunt begin to chum and boil in a most uncharacteristic fashion. Only when she had seen a really good looking guy had she felt this turned-on before.
And never had she the means of her own pleasure so near at hand.
Almost as if someone else guided the vibrator, it went into her cunt. The way it spread apart her cuntlips made her entire body sing with joy. As it touched and shook her pink cunt meat, she felt a sexual tension mounting inside her trim young body that was almost sinful in its intensity. "Farther!" came the command. "Get that fuckstick an the way up into that blonde pussy of yours."
Mary Lynn moved to obey Morgana. She shoved the dildo an inch up her cunt and felt her legs go weak and watery . She turned to jello inside and needed support. The feelings were too intense for her to handle without collapsing on the floor. The blonde teenager propped her ass against the edge of a nearby desk as she continued to shove the dildo into her cunt. When it banged against the rubbery sheet of her cherry, she stopped. The pain warned her not to go too far . She wanted into the sorority, but she also wanted to keep her virtue intact. That meant a lot to some guys. And the guy she finally married might value her virginity quite a bit. She wasn't going to give that up for anything.
But it felt so nice, quivering and shaking in the tightness of her virgin cunt. Twisting and turning the vibrator around in the clutching confines of her pussy sent brand new sensations rippling through her.
"Oh, I never thought it'd be this nice," she said, the words sounding as if they came from some other teenager's lips.
The blonde tossed the thick mane of her hair out of her eyes and stared glassy-eyed out into the room.
What she saw shocked her. Angela was playing with Roxanne's nipples. Mary Lynn found that she couldn't come to her friend's aid. The feel of the vibrator working against her cunt turned her on too much. She didn't want Morgana to take it away from her, not yet.
"You like having your friend's nipples worked on by Angela?" asked Morgana.
"No," Mary Lynn said honestly.
She didn't see anything to be gained by lying. But her mind was centered for the first time in her life between her legs, at a spot that gave her incredible pleasure. She had never realized that masturbating could give this much enjoyment.
"Angela," called Morgana over her shoulder, "Mary Lynn doesn't like you doing that to her friend."
"Oh, then I'd better stop," said the dark-haired girl. "But those nipples are absolutely perfect. I would hate to see them go to waste."
"1 agree. Why don't we have Mary Lynn suck on them?" , said Morgana, that wicked gleam in her eyes again.
The blonde girl was shocked at the idea. She had hardly let a man do that to her . Now she was being asked to suck on a friend's tits. The idea was so totally repulsive, she almost turned and walked out. The only thing that stopped her was the vibrator in her twat. It gave her too much pleasure to leave behind.
"Do it!" snapped Morgana, shoving the girl hard.
Mary Lynn almost dropped the dildo. She clung to it and kept it firmly between her cuntlips, where it would do her the most good. But the idea of sucking on Roxanne's nipples was too much for her.
And then a strong hand laced through her lustrous hair and forced her face into the deep canyon between Roxanne's ample tits.
"Suck!"
Mary Lynn was forced to decide. Did she want to leave, maybe lose Roxanne's friendship, or should she do as she was told and perhaps lose it anyway by performing such a perverted act?
Mary Lynn gasped with relief when she heard Morgana say, "Not yet, Angela. Look at it from our blonde pledge's viewpoint. She's never sucked another woman's tits before. She doesn't know what they'll taste like. She might not even enjoy the taste."
"You're right, Morgan," said Angela. "So let's give her something we know she'll enjoy tasting."
Mary Lynn turned and saw a can of whipping cream in Angela's hands. She sighed. Swallowing whipped cream as it rushed from a can wasn't going to be easy but it would be nicer than sucking on her friend's pointy nipples.
Both Mary Lynn and Roxanne cried out in surprise when Angela pointed the can at Roxanne' pussy-mound and pushed down on the stem. The white rush of whipped cream covered the brunette snatch totally and began to dribble down her thighs.
"Lick it off. . . all of it!" commanded Angela.
"But that's her . . . " started Mary Lynn, shocked beyond belief .
"Of course it's her cunt, cunt. We want you to put your mouth on her pussy and lick it all off. It's an right. It's going to be a little fattening, but that's too bad. So do it!"
A hand pushed her nose into the whipped cream covering Roxanne's cuntal bush. She recoiled, terrified at what she was feeling inside her body. Her cunt still sang out a joyous song from the action of the quivering dildo. The odd mixture of fear and desire raging in her loins confused her.
Her tongue hesitantly reached out and licked at the whipped cream. The soft moan from her friend bothered her , but she continued to rapidly lick. at the white gooey mass. If she could get it all off fast, they'd both be happier.
But Mary Lynn found herself licking with a little more fervor than she'd intended. The sweet taste of the whipped cream made her lick faster and more eagerly. When the whipped cream was all gone, and the taste got stronger , she realized with horror that the other girl's pussy-juice was what appealed the most to her.
She pulled back to protest, but Morgan shoved her face back into the gooey mass of cunt.
"Eat her pussy, cunt! I want to see your tongue working allover her pussy. Do it good!"
Mary Lynn felt terrible, but she did as she was told. The teenager wasn't sure why she was feeling so awful. It might have been the humiliation of being forced to eat out her best friend's pussy. Or it might be that she was enjoying it and she knew she shouldn't The idea that she could get hot simply from tonguing and licking another woman's pussy should have repelled her . But her tongue worked faster , parting the blue-tinted cuntlips and exposing the brilliant pink of cuntflesh. Her tongue jabbed out powerfully and sank into Roxanne's seething hot cunthole.
"Ummm . . . oh, Mary Lynn, that's so good," sobbed Roxanne. "Do it some more."
"Yeah, cunt, tongue-fuck her pussy . I want to I hear her come. I want you to get her off with just t your tongue."
Both Roxanne's urgings and her own inner needs t drove the blonde teenager on. She no longer cared about Morgan and Angela. Let them do whatever they wanted. She was feverish and getting hotter from this pussy-lapping. Her tongue snaked out , and parted Roxanne's cuntlips again before plunging into the clutching little hole.
The flood of salty, acrid cunt-oil almost drowned her. She realized in a vague way that her friend was coming. The way her legs jerked and tried to clamp around her head told her that. Mary Lynn was inexperienced-she wasn't even sure what an orgasm was like. But Roxanne was definitely having one from the way she moaned and sobbed and begged for more.
"Tongue-fuck me good, Mary Lynn! I need it. Oh shit, I'm burning up inside. Give me all the mouth you can!"
She started driving her tongue deeper and deeper into the quivering cunt. The girl let her tongue whirl around in the tightness of that fuck-tunnel like some berserk tornado. And every single stroke of rough pink tongue against the cuntwalls pushed Roxanne's passions higher and higher . When she came again, Mary Lynn was ready.
She sucked hard at the pussy-hole and got a mouthful of tasty fuck-fluids. The thick oily secretions coated her tongue and made her taste buds sing with joy. She knew this was awful, perverted, sinful, but it didn't matter to her.
The lesbian lovemaking spurred her to new arousal. She felt her own cunt beginning to dribble . out a thick river of juice. The vibrator had slowly slipped from her twat, and she reached down and shoved it back into that hot crevice.
"See?" laughed Angela. "The blonde bitch loves what we do with our pledges. Perhaps she will love it even more if we eat her out while she's doing it to her friend."
"Nothing doing," said Morgan sternly. "You know the rules. Besides, for them the hardest part of the initiation is yet to come."
"Yeah, the hardest part," agreed Angela, laughing.
The sound of the two girls and their mocking laughter froze Mary Lynn. This was fun, eating out Roxanne's cunt, but what did Morgan and Angela have in store for them now? More of the same? More degradation? More humiliation? She didn't know. She just kept lapping at the flowing gash.
CHAPTER TWO
"Enough of that cunt-eating for now," said Morgan. "I'm tiring of watching you two cunts go at it."
"Right," said Angela. "Besides, it's close to midnight. We've got to get going or we might miss the rendezvous."
"The witching hour," corrected Morgan. Then, to Mary Lynn and Roxanne, "Okay, cuntlickers, on your feet. And get rid of that silly vibrator. We've got more important things for you to do right now."
Mary Lynn wouldn't have admitted to a soul that she was reluctant to put the dildo aside. It had felt great in her pussy, trembling and twitching and turning her on. She licked her lips and tasted the salty residue of Roxanne's pussy. She felt guilty about that, too. She had more than liked it-she'd wished she could have continued licking and sucking and exploring the other girl's cunt.
"Get dressed . . . in these," said Angela, tossing two paper sacks toward the girls. "If you don't know where it an goes, we'll be glad to show you."
Mary Lynn opened her sack and glanced at Roxanne. She blushed furiously at what she'd found inside, but she said nothing. She knew how important it was to Roxanne to get through Hell Week and become a member of this sorority. And it meant a lot to her to keep Roxanne as a friend. She had never had many friends, male or female.
All the way through high school she had been bashful and sure that an men wanted just one thing from her a hot hole to fuck. She hadn't gone out on many dates, and that had made her something of an outcast with the other girls in her class, too. They were always talking about their boyfriends and the fun they had with them. She couldn't join in. Slowly, Mary Lynn had drifted away and become a loner.
Roxanne was the first real friend she'd had in years. She couldn't allow the girl to join the sorority and leave her out. She just couldn't. She took out the skimpy garments and studied them. It didn't take much imagination to guess where they went. It was just that there wasn't very much of anything in the small bag.
"Well?" demanded Morgan. " Are you going to get dressed for your big night on the town?" Mary Lynn answered by slowly slipping into the skimpy black lace bra. She felt ridiculous after she got it on. The center of the cups were cut out so that her nipples protruded. The tight cups crushed her ample titflesh and made the nipples pulse and throb wildly, as if she were constantly aroused. She could feel those red mounds of erectile flesh actually hardening and pointing like cherry-red fingers.
The rest of the outfit wasn't much at all. She slipped on the black silk stockings, smoothing out the wrinkles as they formed along her slender legs. Satisfied she had them on right, she wiggled into the lacy black garter belt and fastened the supporters to the tops of the stockings. She found a pair of six-inch spiked high heels. The blonde teenager slipped her feet into them. She then towered above the others.
"Good . . . very good," admired Morgan. She turned and critically studied Roxanne. The brunette was dressed in a similar fashion. "Okay; you two, out to the car. We're going for a ride."
Outside; Mary Lynn found that Morgan and Angela were the ones going for the ride. She and Roxanne were expected to run along behind the car.
"In public?" cried Roxanne. "Dressed like this? We'll be arrested!"
"Not if you run fast enough. Besides, it's dark and no cop will see you. And if he does, you can talk your way out of it. . . or lie out of it."
"Or get laid out of it," joked Morgan crudely. "Let's go!"
Mary Lynn and Roxanne would have given up and fallen far behind the car, except for one thing-they were given ropes to put around their waists. They were forced to keep pace with the car or be dragged along behind it.
"Shit!" gasped Roxanne after a half-mile of the five-mile-an-hour pace through the deserted streets surrounding the campus. "I can't keep this up much longer. Those damn high heels are doing me in."
"Me, too!" puffed Mary Lynn. "I don't want to join any bunch of women who are as cruel as this. This is terrible!"
"I agree, but I've got to join. My mother expects it of me. You. . . you can quit now if you want," said Roxanne. But the plaintive quality of her voice told Mary Lynn the girl needed moral support.
"I'll stick." They both ran into the trunk of the car when the automobile stopped suddenly. Morgan and Angela got out and took off the ropes around the two captives' waists.
"Here we are," said Angela, her voice low and trembling. "The haunted house."
"Haunted house?" asked Mary Lynn numbly.
She was still trying to catch her breath from the trip to this place. She glanced at the house and shuddered. It did look like the kind of place that would be haunted.
"Wh-who haunts it?" asked Roxanne.
"Two young girls were raped and killed in the house. They come back to look for their murderers every night at midnight," said Morgan. " And if they find another woman in the house, they'll kill her, too, because they're really jealous of any living soul."
"You have to stay in the house till dawn," said Angela. "And I'm damn glad I don't have to do it. The initiations were easier in my day."
"Here, take this thermos of coffee. You don't want to go to sleep in there," said Morgan.
"We'll stay out here to make sure you don't run." Both girls were scared out of their wits by Morgan and Angela and their obvious fear of this haunted house. But as they went up the steps and into the dusty hallway, Mary Lynn found herself relaxing.
"This isn't going to be so bad. Hell, there're no such things as ghosts."
"You swore," said Roxanne, her voice trembling slightly. "You never use words like 'hell'. You're scared to death, too!"
"Yeah, I guess so. But it's just because of the build-up they gave. You know there aren't any ghosts. You know that!"
Both jumped a foot when the front door slammed shut. They turned and heard a weird moaning sound. For a moment, they almost ran. Then they laughed nervously.
Mary Lynn said, "The wind blew it shut. And now the wind's making that noise."
"Give me some of that coffee," said Roxanne. .
"This outfit is drafty." She glanced down and saw her naked pussy, still sticky from the whipped cream and Mary Lynn's saliva.
They each drank a cup of the coffee and went to sit down on the dusty furniture in the front room. Talking quietly, they listened to the odd noises of the house. The timbers creaked as the house settled, but there weren't any ghosts.
"Hmmm . . . I'm feeling so drowsy, an of a sudden," said Roxanne.
Mary Lynn blinked her eyes and tried to keep herself awake. Her arms and legs felt heavier and heavier, and her mind drifted. She couldn't even scream when she saw shadowy figures coming into the room. The girl tried to stand to fend off the strong hands grabbing her , but she couldn't.
"Nice blonde pussy. . . all mine," came a feminine voice.
Mary Lynn tried to scream. She was positive the ghosts of the two murdered girls had found her . But nothing but a weak croak came from her throat.
"I want to fuck her. Hold her down and get those slender legs of hers spread wide. I want this to be something to remember."
Mary Lynn turned her head and saw a couple shadowy figures moving over Roxanne. She tried to call out to her friend, to warn her, to reassure her. The words died in her mouth.
She felt hands pulling at her legs, spreading them, wantonly exposing her blonde-rimmed pussy. The dark figure moved and positioned itself between her legs. Other shadowy beings held her legs wide, and then she felt a hot nudge at her cuntlips.
"No!" she managed to cry out. But the actual sound was only a whisper.
She felt aroused, excited about ready to explode with tension.
"Goddamn, this pussy is hot! I'm gonna love fucking her." The shadow figure moved, and a flashlight clicked on. She blinked in the bright light. She saw the spotlighted area of that dark body. The cock was stiff and jerking erect. Once the hard-on was standing fully at attention, she saw it dance and bob around in front of the man's groin.
Images in her had formed slowly. She felt as if everything moved in thick molasses around her . And then she felt the prick move against her cuntlips again, all the while spotlighted by the flashlight.
"Act one, take one," came a mocking voice from the side.
And then she did scream. The prick shot hard into her tight virgin cunt. She felt the knobby, plum tipped end of the prick smash into her cherry. The pain almost brought her out of her drugged stupor.
"Hell and damnation, this one's a card-carrying virgin!" cried the man between her slender white thighs. "And her cherry's gonna be all mine!"
His hips jerked and sent his battering ram of cock slamming hard against her rubbery cherry. The thin shield of membrane in her cunt stretched. The pain increased. She screamed again. She thrashed around, but strong hands held her down. And then she felt the resilient sheet of her cherry break. It popped, and suddenly her entire cunt burned with desires such as she'd never known.
The piston of prick filled her to overflowing. Her tight cuntwalls could hardly expand fast . enough to get out of the way of that headlong rush. She felt the cock pulsing and throbbing powerfully against her velvety pussy-walls. She cried out in pain and desire. The girl could hardly keep it all straight in her mind what she was feeling.
Blood trickled from her pussy. She could feel the thin river flowing. But there was her sluggish cuntjuice, too, as the swiftly sliding pillar of cock flesh turned her on in a way she hardly understood.
"No, don't. Wanna stay a virgin," she said. She was aware that her words sounded slurred, almost drunken.
She tried to figure it out. It had to be the coffee she and Roxanne had drunk. They'd had nothing else an night long. And these weren't ghosts in the house-they were men, here to fuck them both! She fought, but the effects of the drugged coffee dulled her senses and made her too weak to effectively struggle.
Another factor added to her weakness. Her pussy hummed and shuddered and burned with the friction of the fucking. That carnal heat seeped into her loins and formed a molten pool in her belly. She felt as if hot lead had formed there. Every single stroke of that cock into her virgin cunt added to the fires already present.
The fuel added to the fires made her moan and gasp and hunch up to meet every incoming thrust of that mighty fuck-stick.
"Hey, the virgin is getting off on my fucking," came a delighted cry. "I told you clowns that I was a real stud. Shit, I'm fucking this virgin, and she's enjoying it!"
"Big fucking deal," came a masculine voice from across the room. "This one's no virgin, and she's getting off on my fucking."
"It's the drug I put into their coffee," came the female voice again.
Mary Lynn tried to recognize it. She thought it must be Morgan, although it didn't sound quite right.
Nothing sounded quite right to her . The way her blood pounded like the ocean surf in her ears made her dizzy. She moaned and began to feel the odd effects of the~ fucking on her body. The teenager made funny little lurching motions in an attempt to cram her cunt more fully onto the spike of cock impaling her .
She felt her cuntlips tremble and flutter around the thick stalk of cock driving in and out of her. The pressures mounting inside her were so different from anything she'd ever felt, she wasn't sure what was happening.
The fucking speeded up in tempo. The contact of cock against pussy-wall, no matter how well lubricated, caused friction. The heat seared her newly opened cunt-tunnel. It mounted and grew, and she felt something snap inside her. She gasped, swallowed liquid fire and screamed.
"I. . . aaaieeeee!"
She experienced her very first orgasm. It smashed through her tender young body and rattled her teeth. She felt a hot flush rising, making the nipples poking through the cut out ends of her lacy black bra burn. Her nipples pulsed and throbbed and felt as if they would explode. She felt her heart pumping more and more excited blood into them.
"My titties," she moaned. "They're gonna blow apart like over-inflated balloons!"
"Hell, let me lick them for you, baby." The man fucking her never slowed the rhythm of his strokes, but he managed to lean far enough forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
The feel of his rough darting tongue dragging over the tip of her nipple made her climax. She squealed as the intense grip of orgasm clawed at her senses. She wanted to thrash around, move, cry out in agony and wonder at the intense feelings raging through her young body.
She was held too securely to really move the way she wanted. She had to be content with the fiery winds of ecstasy blowing across her .
"More. . . give me more," she said weakly.
"She likes my cock. And goddamn, she's tight and hot! I can't believe any chick could still be a virgin these days. But I'm glad. Shit, this is the greatest fuck I've had in months!"
"Shut up and get on with it, man," came a complaining voice. "We got a hell of a lot of other stuff to do tonight."
Mary Lynn heard the voices as if they were miles away. She hardly realized what was happening to her. Turning her head to one side and tossing some of the vagrant strands of blonde hair from her eyes, she saw what was happening to her friend. The brunette was being fucked by a man with an enormous cock.
"Ummmm . . . give me some of that," Mary Lynn moaned. "He's so much bigger."
The men around her laughed, and the fucking increased in power and speed. She felt the man's crotch grinding into hers after she'd asked for the other to fuck her. She decided through the drug induced fog in her brain that she had touched a sensitive point in the man's psyche. She was somehow questioning his virility, and now he had to prove to her that he was better than anyone else.
She couldn't tell. This was the very first man whose prick had ever traveled the full length of her twat. She felt his hot breath against her nipples and she sucked in her breath, tensing for what she now knew was coming.
Another orgasm crashed into her body like a ton of bricks falling off a tall building. She writhed around and locked her heels behind the man's back. Tensing her muscles, she pulled him even deeper into her pussy. His cock brushed against every square inch of her pussy as he shot into her seething belly. She felt his balls wetly slap against her upturned ass.
"Nice," she moaned. "But more. . . I want more. What are you doing to me?"
"Fucking the living shit out of you, kid. That's just the start, too. This is your initiation into things more fun than any old sorority."
Mary Lynn didn't understand his words, but it hardly mattered. Her body trembled again just seconds before she came. The girl's cunt was filled to overflowing with the mighty battering ram of the man's cherry-popping cock. She felt her cuntwalls stretching more and more to take the pounding he gave her . He fucked wildly, his hips pistoning like a machine.
"Shit, it's like I just shoved my dick into a vise!" the man fucking her gasped between clenched teeth.
"Keep fucking, man ... don't slow up!"
She could only shake her head in assent. The last thing in the world she wanted was for the man to stop fucking her. She had never thought it could be this good. She had gone through life thinking fucking was sinful, evil, something that was a duty for a married woman and nothing more.
How wrong she'd been!
But this wasn't the way the teenager really wanted it. This was rape. She was being held down and the man fucking her was a dim shadow. All she really knew of him was his prick. She could feel every single contour of his prick pressing into her hotly aroused cuntflesh. The thick arrowhead capping his cockshaft thrilled her the most. It spread the tight hot furrow of her cunt as it raced in and out. She felt her fucksauce being smeared around by the swiftly moving prick.
She felt the thick blue vein on the top as it pulsed in tempo with his heart. The girl knew she had turned the man on from the way it throbbed in her sensitive cunt. But his leaning forward and sucking and kissing her nipples really set her on fire.
She came and came and came as he did that. And then she felt his rhythm turn ragged. His hips jerked and savagely rammed his prick into her as if he wanted to rip her apart all the way to the chin. She came again when the hot flood of his jism spilled into her convulsing twat. The blonde girl sobbed and shrieked and cried, and then she felt his prick melt in the humid interior of her pussy.
Blinking her eyes, Mary Lynn looked up and saw nothing. The shadowy figures had all vanished. She wondered for a second if she'd only been dreaming. Then the girl looked down at her pussy and saw that she hadn't been imagining a single thing.
A tiny white river of jizz leaked from between her pulsating, throbbing red cuntlips. She touched them gently and felt an electric spark leap through her body. She was still hot for cock, even though the redness in her pussy-lips had come from one hell of a fucking.
Deep inside she felt where the cock had ripped loose her cherry. It ached, but the ache was nothing compared to the carnal heat still boiling in her cunt. That made it all worthwhile. She snuggled down into the dusty sofa and smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
The warmth of the afterglow caused by the frantic fucking was burned away in a hurry by hands clawing at her. The hands gripped like steel bands and shook her awake.
"Mary Lynn, please, we've got to get out of here. Please!' She recognized Roxanne's voice, but the drug in the coffee still held her in its grip. She wanted nothing more than to settle back down on the sofa and let the warmth from the fucking seep into her flesh.
Fucking?
That nagging thought kept popping up. She was a virgin. She'd never allowed a man to fuck her pussy. The girl had seldom even gone out on dates. Why did she fondly remember a fucking?
Her hand drifted down past the lacy garter belt around her waist. She felt the tops of the black silk stockings she'd been forced to wear , and then moved her hand over a little until she found the wet spot between her thighs.
Her fingers stroked all over that aroused cuntflesh. She trembled in response to her fingers. stroking the edges of her cuntlips. She felt the trickle of her cuntjuice leaking from between her pussy-lips. The sticky white goo leaking out along with her own juice had to be cum, a man's cum!
She sat bolt upright, the last traces of the drug burned from her brain by the surge of adrenaline.
"God, Roxanne, what's happening to us?"
"They want us to stay in a house filled with rapists!" cried the other girl. Tears streaked her face and her body trembled. "I don't want that to happen to me again. All those men, fucking me, making me do things I don't want."
"I hardly remember it," said Mary Lynn slowly.
"But I do remember some parts of it. They . . . they shouldn't have done this to us."
"It's criminal," sobbed Roxanne. "I want to get the hell out of here!"
"Let's go," said Mary Lynn, confused as to what was going on.
She knew how much belonging to this sorority meant to Roxanne. That she wanted to quit now when an they had to do was stay in the house for a few more hours showed how scared she was. She had been fucked against her will. That was rape. Still, Mary Lynn 's mind refused to believe it. She had the physical evidence, and the ache in her pussy was getting worse. A tiny river of blood oozed from her cunt, staining the black silk stockings.
She was no longer a virgin. That thought hit her hard. She stared in mute horror at Roxanne as it sunk in.
"God, we've got to leave now. There's no telling what they might do to us!" , she gasped.
Together, the two frightened girls went to the front door of the house, but no amount of tugging and jerking and pulling would get it open.
"Look, Mary Lynn," said Roxanne, pointing to the door frame. "Nails. Someone's nailed us in."
"The back door!" cried Mary Lynn. "Let's try the back door!"
The pair turned and raced through the cluttered house as fast as they could on six-inch spiked heels. They made an incredible picture, clad only in bra, garter belt and stockings. But they weren't thinking sexy thoughts as they skidded across the kitchen floor and tried to get the back door open.
"Nailed shut, too," said Mary Lynn. "Maybe we can try one of the windows. I saw a couple where...Roxanne!" she cried.
The brown-haired girl was gone. Mary Lynn was an alone in the kitchen.
"Roxanne!" The other girl was nowhere to be seen.
Panicked, the blonde teenager raced back into the front room of the deserted house. No creak, no moan, no slight sound betrayed where Roxanne had gone.
"Roxanne, this isn't funny. Come out right now. You can't do this to me. It isn't funny!"
She was at the point of hysteria. Dressed as she was, the girl didn't know if she should even bother getting out one of the windows. If she were seen going back to the dorm dressed as she was, she'd be tossed into jail. Any cop seeing her would think she was a hooker. But staying in this house wasn't the best solution not if the others had kidnapped Roxanne.
"Please come out," she pleaded. "Don't do this to me!"
She went to one of the windows in the front room and-found boards securely nailed across it. She remembered glancing into the dining room and seeing a street light through that window. She could get out that way. To hell with Roxanne-if the girl wanted to play tricks on her like this, let her rot in the house!
Mary Lynn went into the dining room and found the window with only a couple boards nailed over it. She crawled onto a bench and began pounding at the boards, trying to get them loose.
And then she sailed through the air. The bench had been pulled out from under her. She fell heavily, flailing and trying to keep her balance. Strong hands grabbed her from behind.
"No! Let me alone! Don't touch me!" she screamed .
"Nail her to the bench," came the cold order .
Her ears strained as she tried to identify the voice. It wasn't Roxanne, of that she was sure. It might have been Morgan. More likely, it was Angela.
"Angela, please, don't let them do this to me!"
"Nail her, I said!"
She was forced face-down onto the bench. The girl felt her tits mashing flat against the top of the wooden bench. She struggled and kicked backwards. It seemed to be what her attackers wanted. They snared each of her slender ankles as she kicked back, and pulled them wide apart.
She screamed in pain. She hadn't noticed the agony in her cunt until this moment. Her newly opened pussy was bleeding and crying for mercy.
"She needs more cock," came the dry comment.
"Let me do it," said an eager male voice. "I get the hots for any chick dressed like that. I love fucking blonde pussy, too."
"Hell, man, you never got any blonde pussy in your life. Any that was for real. And how many chicks do you know who'd get decked out like that for you? I mean, shit, those legs encased in black silk are enough to give a statue a hard-on."
"I dig the garter belt and the bra too," came the first male voice. "Let me fuck her."
"Get her nailed down first."
Mary Lynn listened to the byplay in stark horror. This couldn't be happening to her. She was only supposed to be initiated into a sorority, not turned into a sex slave. Yet the hands working on her forced her down again and pulled her arms out to either side of her body.
She heard hammering and felt huge metal staples being placed around her wrists. They were hammered down until the metal bit into her soft white flesh.
She was nailed to the top of the bench with her arms pulled as far apart as possible. Kneeling on the floor was something of a problem, because the bench was so low. Her legs were dragged back and she felt her body being lifted up. She dangled like a suspension bridge, her ankles under someone's armpits.
In this position, her pussy was pulled wide open. She felt cool air drafting across her agitated cuntlips. Everything about this position made her uncomfortable, even gave her pain. The staples holding her wrists bruised and cut her flesh. The circulation in both hands was cut off as a result. The pressure being placed on her upper body increased, the more her legs were lifted, pushing her tits down into the hard wooden bench.
In its way, this was sexy, and it turned her on. She felt her boobs expanding as the marshmallowy masses were compressed to a quarter of their size but the same amount of blood rushed through them. Her nipples hardened into throbbing points of stark lust.
Like a fuse being lit, the process went on through her body. Her nipples pulsed and throbbed and sent the message down to her heaving belly. She felt her muscles tensing and tightening, preparatory to a cock entering her pussy. The blonde teenager knew it couldn't be far from her twat, not when she was being held in this wheelbarrow position.
Tears came easily to her eyes. She was being abused. She was about to be raped again, and the helplessness she felt only added to her agony. The pain she could stand for awhile, but the feeling of being totally at the mercy of the men and women doing this to her made her seem inconsequential, little, less than human.
"Go on and fuck her. . . and be quick about it!"
"This stud's never quick but always good," bragged the man holding her legs. "This little lady's gonna get the fucking of her young life!"
"Not too hard," drawled another unseen man, "considering as how she's only had one cock in that virgin cunt of hers."
"She'll know the difference . . . wait and see," said the man as he moved forward and shoved his prick against her trembly cuntlips.
Shrieking with pain and joy when the cock hammered away at her pussy-lips, the captive girl hardily knew what to do. She was helpless, but she could still try to plead with her captors and make them give up on the idea of fucking her.
But words came slowly to her lips. The pain from her wrists and shoulders and back kept her from thinking clearly. Being swung in an arc like she was put. more and more strain on her lower back and her tits. To confuse her even more, the prick slipped easily into her cunt and burrowed until it was full-length in her feverish pussy.
"No," she managed to say, "don't do this to me. It's not right! "
"It's not right," taunted the female voice. "It's part of your initiation. I want you guys to get on with it. Don't just stand around...do it to her!"
"Angela, stop them. I don't want to join now. I want to quit!" Mary Lynn screamed as she felt the man begin to withdraw his cock slowly. The suction formed in her tight cunt threatened to pull her cuntmeat out behind it.
A lewd sucking noise sounded as his cock came free of her pussy. She was glad to be rid of that throbbing virile prick, but also sad. She wanted more of it. The blonde teenager couldn't come to grips with the perverse nature of her desires. It seemed to her that the drugged fucking in the other room had awakened a demon of lust in her loins.
Now she couldn't get enough cock to please her.
The confusion caused her to moan and sob and cry. 'She didn't know what she wanted. It was terrifying having men fuck her when she couldn't even see who it was. They were shadows, ghostly figures come out of her nightmares to haunt her. Yet she knew they were real people. She was positive her female tormentor was Angela.
The dark-haired girl had been on her case ever since she had said she was going to pledge the sorority. Maybe Angela hated blondes. Mmy Lynn didn't know or care. The humiliation of the situation was more than enough to keep her occupied.
The man holding her legs bounced into her once, and she felt his prick rake along the slippery edges of her cuntlips. It sent a volt of carnal electricity into her body that primed her for what was to come. He rammed his body forward again, and the entire length of her cunt opened to his cock.
His cock was hot and hard. The feel of so much prickmeat pressing into her most sensitive flesh made the bound girl moan and gasp in desire. She didn't want to be degraded like this. She would have loved to fuck the man in bed, with the lights out like a civilized person.
But this!
She was terrified the entire time his hips rocked back and forth, sending his cock potently against her trembling cuntlips. When the tip of his cock bounced off her aroused clit, she came.
"Unnnghh!" she moaned as she felt the ice and iron grip of orgasm crush down on her senses.
She tried to roll, to move, to writhe around. The staples around her wrists pinioned her effectively. The man holding her legs like the handles of a wheelbarrow never budged. He wasn't going to release her .
"She likes my cock," the man said. "I told you all how much I get off on blonde pussy."
"Get off faster," urged another. "I want to take a turn."
"Don't rush me. I want to show her how big my cock can seem when I stuff it back into that tight little cunt of hers."
The imprisoned girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His compliments weren't the type she was used to receiving. No man had ever told her she had a tight pussy before. No man had ever discovered that. She was pleased because it hinted that most women didn't have tight cunts. But she was also horror-struck that this could be happening to her. This was the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. And yet she was being abused just like a slave.
"God, gotta get my prick back into her pussy and fuck. This chick's just too much for me. Love the feel of those legs moving--against my body. That turns me on in a big way."
"Fuck, man everything turns you on!" came a disdainful voice. "I just like to watch you fucking her. Here, let me help you."
Mary Lynn felt fingers gripping her cuntlips. The flaps of sensitive flesh were pulled wide open, and she felt the cool air from the room coming up her superheated cunthole. And then that air was shut off by the Insertion of the man's prick. He fucked hard and fast back into her dripping wet cunt.
She responded. Her entire body tensed and pleasure raced along her nerve-endings. She would have been lying if she'd said she hated this. It felt better than anything else she had ever experienced! The girl cursed herself for not getting into the swing of things earlier. It was just too bad that she had to discover how nice fucking could be by being raped during a sorority initiation.
"Give it all to me... she sighed, feeling the cock penetrate even deeper into her pussy.
The wet squishing feeling she had inside solidified as the cock ran all the way up her cunt. The blonde girl went weak all over as the man really began to fuck her.
The heat from the friction built tiny fires in her loins. Those tiny fires were fanned into a raging forest fire by the time he had taken another dozen strokes. Her cunt was gripping and clutching wildly .at his slippery cock. He grunted as he rammed into the tightening hole and moaned as he pulled out. He would pause only a second before slamming back into her needy fuckhole.
Mary Lynn shrieked and came. The man hefted her body. up until she thought he would kill her. The staples cut into her wrists and made tiny rivulets of blood flow down her arms. The way he bent her up and forward put intense pressure on her tits. They threatened to explode as 'the lust in her body mounted.
And her pussy! It slobbered and drooled and called out for more cock.
It got it.
The man's hips lost the smooth fucking rhythm as passion seize control of his body. He fucked furiously now, his groin grinding fiercely into her crotch with every forward thrust. He pulled out with a rotary motion so every single inch of her pussy got all the cock it could stand. She came like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. When the sweet rush of his white hot jism struck her aroused cuntflesh, she came harder than ever before. She thought the earthquake of her desire would shake her apart.
By the time Mary Lynn had recovered, she found herself in an almost comfortable position. Her knees rested on the floor, and she was able to breathe easily for the first time.
"Let me go," she pleaded. "You don't want to do any more to me. Let me go!"
The mocking laugh told her that Angela wasn't about to do that. And it would do no good to go to Morgan. If anything, Morgan was even more evil and sadistic. Mary Lynn wondered why she hadn't seen it before. Those two existed only for Hell Week: so they could inflict the most degrading tortures imaginable on helpless young girls.
Like her.
CHAPTER FOUR
They left her .
Mary Lynn didn't know how long she stayed there, half-kneeling and half-sprawled over the bench. It was long enough for the pain to really affect her. She thought she would die from the intense pain shooting through her arms and shoulders. The girl tried to pull herself up and off the bench enough to give some relief to her poor crushed tits.
That didn't work.
The more she tugged at the metal stapled around her wrists, the more she cut into her own flesh. The blood continually welled up around those metal bands and ran down her arms. Panting; crying, she wished she could die. The teenager was too confused to know what else she wanted. While the men had been fucking her, she had 1oved it. The thrill of having a prick shoved balls-deep in her pussy excited her more than anything else in the world. She hated herself for liking the sensation. It had to be a sin, she'd been brought up believing that.
But how could anything that felt so good be evil?
She didn't have any answer to that. All the blonde teenager really knew was that she was being abused, tortured, degraded in the most humiliating ways possible. And all in the name of a harmless college sorority initiation. Nothing that did harm to her body like this could be called harmless. She didn't have any way of telling what changes were taking place in her head.
The girl was too frightened to even think straight.
As suddenly as they had grabbed her and fastened her to the bench, her hidden tormentors had let her go. She heard a loud squeaking noise, and then the staple around her right wrist jumped free of the bench. The one around her left wrist was levered out of the wood, too.
If this had been a movie and she had been the heroine, Mary Lynn would have leaped to her feet and dived through the window in front of her. But this was real life and not a movie. She simply lay there and moaned in agony.
Hands grabbed at her arms and pulled her painfully to her feet. Her arms had turned to lead weights. Now that the circulation slowly returned, needles of sensation danced along her skin, giving her even more pain.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "Do you get your sick thrills from humiliating me?"
"It's all part of the initiation sweetheart," came a hot whisper in her right ear.
She twisted and tried to look at the man. She wanted to be able to identify all of them when she got out of this terrible place. If she got out alive. The man moved too fast. He ducked behind her and held her right arm in a hammerlock.
"Naughty, naughty. Shouldn't look. But I will tell you about the next part of the ceremony. You are gonna help us initiate our own pledges."
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you figured it out? In return for our help in initiating you girls into Gamma Delta Iota, we guys at Epsilon Alpha Tau get help in initiation of our pledges."
"Wh-what am I supposed to do?"
The man laughed at her. "You're gonna find out soon enough. But don't worry . . . it's a breeze for you. You're gonna love it to death."
The word "death" made her shiver again. she wasn't sure if they were going to let her leave the deserted house alive. She could have them all in jail for the rest of their lives. Rape, kidnap, assault-she didn't know how many crimes they'd committed getting her to this point.
She was shoved through an open 'door, and she saw a line of teenagers standing stark naked. Lynn had vowed to remember all faces, but she never saw a single one of the men standing there. Her eyes were riveted to their cocks, all those naked cocks, some erect, some limp, some halfway in between. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips.
"Yeah, baby, get ready, because you're gonna suck off those guys . . . every single one of them."
"No!", came the sharp command from the other side of the room. "Not yet. We must see if she is able to do it properly. I will not have my pledges experience fellatio without first studying the giver, myself."
"Now that's big of you," sneered the man behind Lynn.
She still couldn't take her eyes off the cocks all lined up like soldiers at inspection. Then it was too late for her to study anything in the room. A blindfold went around her eyes. She tried to reach up and take it off but strong hands gripped her wrists behind her . She winced at the pain. The metal staples had cut deep and bloody grooves in her flesh.
Mary Lynn cried out again as a rope was looped , around her wrists and pulled tight. She was bound with her hands behind her back, and blindfolded. And that ridiculous getup she wore made her feel more naked than clothed. What bothered the blonde teenager the most was the horrifying fact that her pussy was beginning to churn and boil with lust for cock again. She was getting off on all this!
Scared, unsure of herself, she didn't even fight as she was shoved into the room. Stumbling because of the high spiked heels, she fell forward heavily, only to be caught in a man's strong arms.
She tried to look up and see who'd caught her so easily, but the man was too quick for her. He flipped her around and got behind her. All she saw was a flash of white.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed, feeling totally helpless. The girl had always been independent, able to look after herself. Now that was evaporating like dew in the morning sunlight.
"It's the initiation ceremony, doll," said the man still holding her tightly. "And we want to see how good you are at giving head."
"Please, don't do this to me. I've never done it to a guy before. I think it's d-d-disgusting," she stuttered.
"Disgusting? Chick, this is going to be great. You're gonna love it. Compared to what Morgan and Angela make some of the others do, you've got It easy. And I mean easy!"
"No, please. . . please. . . "
It did no good. The man spun her around and forced her to her knees. The blindfold was securely tied around her eyes so that she could see nothing of what was happening. But other senses came into play. She smelled the musky odor of an aroused male prick. Heat near her lips told her that something long and hot was approaching her face. She heard the scuffling sounds of feet against the wooden floor and tiny snickers throughout the room. Mary Lynn guessed there might be as many as fifteen people around her, watching her humiliation.
The teenager tugged hard at the ropes binding her wrists. She winced as the pain shot all the way up her arms and into her shoulders. The metal staples had cut deeply into her flesh. Now that they'd been replaced with rope, it was little better for her. The rope soaked up the tiny flow of blood from her wounds, and that was the only advantage she could feel. The agony she had to endure having her hands so tightly secured behind her back went on and on.
She wished she could at least have some decent clothes. The outfit Morgan had forced her to wear felt so sinful to her . She felt like a cheap whore.
These men wanted her to suck on a man's cock. She shivered at the thought. It was so disgusting, she couldn't even put it into words. She had loved the feel of a prick reaming out her virgin cunt, but the blonde girl thought that had been due only to her drugged stupor. If she'd been in full possession of her senses, she would never have liked it.
The idea that she could enjoy a man stuffing his prick into her pussy and fucking her made her want to cry. It was ugly, sordid, perverted. She wanted no part of this and was going to tell them an again.
As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt something hard and round shoved between her lips Mary Lynn almost gagged.
"Hey that's pretty damn good " came the mans words "She might be good enough for my pledges yet."
"She hasn't started sucking yet," said another voice.
"Yeah, cunt, suck cock," came Morgana's icy voice.
A foot landed squarely on the bound girls ass and made her gulp. She swallowed hard, and the cock went even deeper into her mouth. She wanted to puke but couldn't.
"Good, I tell you. She's starting to suck now. Go on, kid, suck for an you're worth. I want to feel those soft lips of yours really clamping down on my old cock."
The teenager gulped again and closed her lips around the impossibly thick pillar of the man's cock. She wanted no part of this but didn't know how to stop it. She was their prisoner. They had run her through the streets half-naked and then raped her and tied her up, and now they'd blindfolded her so she couldn't identify any of them after she got away.
Mary Lynn had no idea at all what they might be doing to Roxanne. The man had said she was lucky, that Morgan had thought up extra-special tortures for the other girls.
What were they doing to Roxanne?
"Suck!" came the cold command.
Mary Lynn felt a shudder pass through her tender young body. She could only obey. She had the awful suspicion that if she didn't do exactly as Morgan commanded, she might end up dead. Her body would be in an irrigation ditch-just an accident, the press would say, and no one would pursue it any further.
She sucked. The taste of the man's cock wasn't as terrible as she'd thought it would be. In fact, if she was forced to tell the truth she'd have to admit it excited her. Her tongue worked all over the fleshy shaft, tracing out the various contours of his cock.
The girl found the cleft head and the tiny flap of skin dangling under it. .She teased and tormented this most sensitive portion of his prick until the man danced from foot to foot with and yelped with joy. She felt a surge of power. This was about the only way she would ever be in command of the situation.
She didn't know what to do. She'd been told to suck, so she sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the vacuum she applied to the plum-colored knob of his cock. She . The girl's passions began to rise. She felt her pussy churning with desire. The simple act of stuffing his prick into her mouth and sucking on it was makmg her respond sexually!
The blonde hated herself for the way she felt. She should be rebelling instead of gettng off on this this mistreatment. She wasn asked if she wanded to give head. She wa being ordered.
There was no way she could hide the fact shw was getting so arroused, though. Her nipples poked through the holes cut in the ends of the bra cups and turned hard. They pulsed and throbbed with new desire. Her pussy was flowing constantly now, the cunt juice leaking out and dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
Her tongue darted and danced all around the man's cock. She tried to do things to figure out how best to get him turned on. The teenager rammed her tongue hard into the piss-slit. She quickly found it wasn't Possible to get her pink rough tongue down that tiny opening, but trying turned them both on even more.
She felt strong hands lacing through the blonde hair . Her face was pulled hard into the man's crotch.
"Wanna face-fuck you," he mumbled. "Shit, she turns me on! I don't believe any virgin can give a blow-job this good!"
"Maybe that's her specialty. Maybe she wouldn't put out, but would suck off all her boyfriends," Came a crude suggestion.
Mary Lynn barely heard. She was too busy relishing the taste of the cock in her mouth. She didn't care that she was blindfolded and that they'd tied her hands. If anything, it made it all the nicer for her. She wasn't responsible for what she was doing. They were forcing her to perform unnatural acts, and she could enjoy them to the fullest then.
Her tongue cradled the man's cock as it rammed in and out of her face. She pursed her lips around his prick so that she stroked hot and soft along the entire length. Tightening her jaw muscles just a little allowed her to score the sides of his cock with her teeth.
Her lips caressed, her teeth cut blood-red grooves that her flashing tongue would soothe again. The entire process made the man's cock swell even larger. The pulsating of that prick increased until it threatened to jerk free of her mouth.
That was the last thing in the world she wanted. He forced her head down into the man's pubic bush. Her nose was burrowed in the crinkly pubic fur , and then she felt his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth before it sailed on down into her throat.
She couldn't take that. She was gagging, choking, all her air cut off. She pulled her head . back in spite of the hand trying to force her to keep the cock all the way down her throat.
"Shit, I want you to deep-throat me," came the cold voice.
She couldn't even shake her head, not with the man's cock still in her mouth. She mumbled a little and sucked harder, hoping it would please him.
It didn't.
He grabbed a double handful of her hair and began jerking her face into his crotch with furious speed. She could hardly keep her lips curled around his cock. The friction of this face-fucking made her entire mouth feel dry. He was driving that huge cock of his in and out of her mouth so fast, she was confused. It shouldn't have been this way. The girl still tried to please the man, but he had taken complete control.
All she was now was a convenient mouth to fuck his prick into. She sobbed bitterly. She had been enjoing giving head. The taste, the smell, the feel of his prick agaist her lips and tongue had been great. Now he was turning this into some evil thing.
"Nooooo!" she cried as she felt his prick give a huge jerk. The girl knew instinctively what was going to happen.
Only the blindfold over her eyes kept the thick spurt of jism from getting into them. He creamed all over her hair and face. She felt the thick goo slowly trickling down her cheeks and mingling with her tears. Never had Mary Lynn felt more degraded in her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
She felt hands gripping her arms and pulling her to her feet again. The blonde wanted to die right then and there. She felt the thick ropes of jism running down her face and falling from her chin. Mary Lynn knew she would never be the same.
The way her body responded to sucking cock appalled her. And she was no longer a virgin. The throbbing pain in her pussy reminded her constantly of that horrifying fact. The pain in the rest of her body grew by leaps and bounds.
Worst of all was the pain in her heart. She was a ruined woman. Never again would she be able to hold her head up proudly. While there might not be an obvious mark branding her as a depraved woman, she would know deep down inside what she had been through in this sorority initiation.
That would be with her until she went to the grave.
"She sucked pretty good," said the man. "I think she'll be good enough for the rest of my pledges."
"What pledges?" she heard herself asking. It was as if another person had spoken. She had been pulled from her real self and existed in a world of agony totally separate from everything else.
"The Epsilon Alpha Tau pledges, of course," said another voice. "I can hardly wait to see the looks on their faces when she starts sucking them all off."
Mary Lynn felt abandoned, alone. She and Roxanne had gotten into this together and now she was the only one left. Maybe Roxanne had abandoned her . found another way out of the house when the men had grabbed her in the kitchen. Mary Lynn didn't want to think of her friend as being the type to cut and run when they were in trouble, but she couldn't think of any other explanation. Not, that is, until they took her into the next room. For an instant she was blinded by the bright lights.
Then the horror struck her hard.
Roxanne, still dressed in stockings and garter belt, was spread-eagle on a table, her legs dangling over the edge. Her hands were bound behind her back. She was completely helpless, too. But what they were doing to her sent cold shivers up and down Mary Lynn's spine. She couldn't believe such evil existed in the world, yet she saw it with her very own eyes.
"Yes, my dear," came Angela's cool voice, "that is a German Shepherd, and the dog is very, very male. You can see that aroused prick of his. A doggy cock, and it's about to fuck your friend. You can stop it if you agree to let the dog fuck you, instead."
"I. . . no, don't do it to her!" cried Mary Lynn, her eyes riveted in horror to the scene in front of her . The idea of having Roxanne fucked by a dog was too terrible for words.
"So you want the dog fucking your pussy?"
"No, not that! Why are you doing this to us?"
"Initiation, cunt, initiation," said Morgan, coming into the room. "This is Hell Week, and we have to make sure that you are really willing to go through hell to join the sorority."
"That's not it at all!" raged Mary Lynn. "You're; doing this because you're sick, both of you. You're depraved. You enjoy torturing us. You're both sadists. I hate you!"
"Be that as it may. . . do you want to stand watching while the dog fucks your friend's pussy. . . or do you want a taste of the doggy cock, yourself?"
Mary Lynn wanted to be noble and speak out. She couldn't. The words wouldn't come to her lips. She shook her head mutely, horror written on her face. The idea of letting a dog drive its slimy prick up into a woman's pussy was more than she could handle.
"Get the dog into Roxanne's nice little cunt. Let s see how long it takes her to get off on it. And you, cunt, you watch and let us know what you think," Angela said wickedly.
Two men went and dragged the dog over to the edge of the table. They lifted the dog's paws onto the table on either side of the bound girl's body and positioned the dog's prick just inches away from her cunt.
"Get it on, man . . . get it on!" cheered . someone behind Mary Lynn.
She felt as if she had been frozen solid. She wanted to look away, to run, but found her legs like lead. She was rooted to the spot, condemned to watch every grotesque instant of the animal fucking her best friend's cunt.
"The dog doesn't want to," said one of the men. "But I can fix that. Got a can of dog food?"
Someone silently handed the man an open can. He smeared some of the greasy dog food onto his fingers and rubbed it all over Roxanne's cunt. He even parted her pussy-lips and rammed some of the dog food into her twathole. He stood back and let the dog go free.
The dog barked loudly and began licking it off the girl's cunt.
Mary Lynn could actually see the long doggy tongue part the puffy cuntlips and plunge into her best friend's pussy. Roxanne struggled and moaned. She leaned back and actually shoved her snatch up to the dog's muzzle. Mary Lynn's honor grew when she realized that Roxanne was getting turned on by the feel of the dog's tongue all over her pussy, licking' and stroking and stimulating her most delicate flesh.
"Roxanne, no. . . fight it! You can't give in to them!"
"Shut up, bitch!" said Angela angrily. "Unless you want to replace her on the table. Want that dog cock inside your pussy1 I understand this is one of the best dogs for women in town."
"No, don't be so . . . " Mary Lynn's voice choked when she witnessed the dog jumping onto the table, none of the men having to coax it now. The dog panted loudly and seemed eager to fuck the helpless girl.
The dog positioned its hindquarters and got its long cock just past the turgid -lips of Roxanne's pussy. With a sudden jerk, the dog buried its prick all the way up the girl's cunt.
She screamed out something incoherent. Mary Lynn started forward to help her, but hands held her back. Then the blonde teenager felt a cold lump forming in the pit of her stomach. That scream Roxanne had let loose wasn't one of horror or shame.
It was ecstasy .
The brunette writhed on the table, hunching up and shoving her cunt around the dog's cock. She struggled to get more of that beast's prick inside her steamy hot cunt.
"No, Roxanne, don't let them do this to you. Don't let them get by with it!" Mary Lynn fell silent as the dog's hips began moving in quick, short jerks. His prick vanished all the way up the girl's cunt. The girl on the table moaned softly and shoved her snatch down powerfully around the dog's cock, enjoying every second of this bestial fucking.
Mary Lynn felt sick to her stomach.
"Your friend's really getting off on dog cock," said Morgan easily. ' , I always did think - that man's best friend was probably woman's best friend, as well. Don't you agree?"
"Go to hell!"
"That's no way to talk to your pledge sister," chided Morgan, brushing back her sandy hair and peering down at Mary Lynn. "I think you have the wrong impression of the way it is. Dog fucking is a lot of fun. You've just led a deprived childhood that's all."
"You're sick! All of you are crazy!"
"Not at all. In fact, I want to share that particular joy with you. Take her into the next room and bring in the other dog. Let it fuck her and see if she doesn't enjoy the hell out of it!"
"NO!"
Mary Lynn was dragged from the room. The last she saw of Roxanne, the girl was moaning and crying out as she came. The hot flush on her cheeks and shoulders, the trembling of her body, her rigid muscles all told Mary Lynn the other girl was climaxing from a dog fucking her!
The blonde teenager was shoved. This time there wasn't a man to catch her. She stumbled and fell heavily to the floor. Twisting at the last possible instant kept her from bashing her face on the wooden planks of the floor. She fell heavily and bruised her left arm, but the pain was only a dull throbbing compared with the horror rising steadily inside her tender young body.
"You can't do this tome. It's inhuman!"
"Better blindfold her ," said one of the men. "The sight of that dog's huge cock might really freak her out."
The blindfold was put back into place, and Mary Lynn was cast into a world of darkness. She could only depend on her other senses now. ListeniI1g intently, she heard the scraping of soles on the floor.
Or was it the clicking of a dog's claws? She couldn't tell.
If it was a dog, it didn't bark or snuffle or whine.
It came upon her eager and ready to fuck her.
"Get away!" Mary Lynn shouted. "Get that dog away from me!"
"Better get the girl onto her knees so the dog can get it into her. Make the dog feel welcome . . . you know?"
Hands pulled Mary Lynn to a kneeling position, but with her hands bound so tightly behind her back, she couldn't understand how they expected her to maintain any sort of position where the dog could fuck her. She found out quickly. They shoved her forward. With her knees still on the floor, they positioned her so that her cheek rested on the dusty floor.
Her ass jutted up into the air, exposed to any cock that wanted to fuck her from behind. She began to cry. The tears ran down her cheeks and washed off some more of the jizz that had caked and dried on her face. She felt more miserable than she ever had before. The blonde teenager wondered how she'd gotten herself into this mess.
Roxanne-that was the only reason. She had wanted to stay With her friend, and if Roxanne had joined, the other members of the sorority wouldn't have let her hang around with a nonmember. That was why she wanted to stay With her friend.
She felt motion behind her naked ass. The garter belt was pulled tighter around her waist as her breath began to come in short harsh gasps. She panicked when she felt something moving against her silky white asscheeks.
"Get him over a little. Yeah," came a voice, "that looks good. Now let Fido have at her cunt!"
She screamed as the cock raced between the thick slabs of her asscheeks and pushed boldly into her cunt. It was bad enough that a man had taken her cherry that night. But a man doing it was okay, she guessed. At least that wasn't as perverted as having a dog fuck her.
The cock was a lot bigger than she'd thought it would be. She shuddered as the thick pillar raced up the fun length of her cunt. Trying to get away from the monstrous prick wouldn't do her any good. She was bent almost double, her face against the rough floorboards. With her knees tucked under her as they were, she couldn't straighten up Without driving the prick even deeper into her pussy.
And then the cock started to move back and forth.
She shrieked and moaned. The cock moving against her newly reamed-out pussy-walls turned her on more than she wanted to admit. The cock stirred her passions and got her hot in a hurry . The thick flood of her juice leaking from her cunt embarrassed her .
The girl had hated Roxanne for being turned on by the dog fucking her. Now she was responding in exactly the same degrading fashion. She hated herself, she hated Roxanne; she hated the entire world.
This wasn't fair!
"Fuck faster!" came the command.
The cock stirring in her pussy moved With greater power now, ramming deeper and deeper into her cunt. She wondered about that. The dog seemed to obey perfectly as if it understood the words. Could a dog be trained to obey sexual commands?
"Fuck that bitch!" cried someone else. "Ram it all the way up to her mouth!"
"Split her in two With that cock of yours!"
Mary Lynn began to realize what they'd done to her. This was no dog fucking her. This was a man. She felt the difference now that her initial panic had died down enough. Her ass rubbed against hairy thighs, not dogfurred crotch. The cock inside her pussy was big - damned big. It spread her pussy apart until she gasped with the agony of it an. But her resilient cuntwalls expanded and took the huge girth easily enough. She felt like a glove circling a finger.
And there were other things she began to notice. The broad head of the cock fucking her was thick and arrow-shaped, like a man's prick. This wasn't a dog fucking her at all! They were trying to further humiliate her by making her think she was engaged in bestiality.
It pained her a great deal, knowing that her friend had gotten off on the dog's fucking. But this was a man, a real man, a man's prick, and she couldn't hate that. Not with the power and speed he fucked her with now.
The blonde began to churn and boil with lust.
The thick juice leaking from her cunt dribbled down the insides of her thighs, causing her to get even hotter . Her lust grew by leaps and bounds until she found herself actually cooperating. She shoved her ass back hard into the hairy crotch to get ever! more prick rammed into her cunt. She needed it now. Gone was an sense of horror. This was a man. She could cheat them an. All she had to do was get off, enjoy the fucking. It was sinful, yes, but she was being forced. This was her only method of striking back at her captors. With her hands bound so securely behind her back and the blindfold shutting off an the light, she couldn't do anything else. No one could expect her to be docile and passive and let them have their way with her without fighting back. This was the perfect way. She could feel the new and delightfully arousing sensations in her awakened body and still not be totally at their mercy. She could get off!
She came hard when the cock started spiraling into her cunt. The corkscrewing motion filled her twat entirely with hard, hot, virile prick. She felt that prick drag along every single nerve-ending in her cunt. The friction of its passage warmed her , then set her on fire. The fuels of her lust were stroked constantly by that rapidly moving prick. It filled her to overflowing, then exploded in a frenzy of fucking motion.
She came again.
The powerful orgasm smashed her trim body such as it never had before. The girl wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She was cheating them all. She was getting off on this fucking. They wanted her to believe it was a dog prick in her tight little cunt, but she knew better . Wiggling her ass, she felt the hairy crotch against her soft skin.
"Give her more. I think the bitch likes it."
"Yeah," came another voice, "she's really getting off on that doggy cock."
"Faster!" came Morgan's voice.
The man fucking Mary Lynn's pussy worked faster, obeying Morgan's command. She relished the feel of his cock spreading her fuck-tunnel to its widest possible limits. The carnal heat of the fucking warmed her and thrilled her beyond words.
She came again.
Shudders and the wracking tremors seized her and refused to let her go. The girl's ass moved in a slow rotary motion so that the cock drilled hard into every possible part of her cunt, entering at new and deliciously different angles until she came again.
The blonde girl's entire body trembled, and she felt her tits expanding in the tight confines of the lacy black bra she wore. She felt sexy, sinfully sexy and she was transported to a wonderland of sensation that got her off again.
She soared and sailed and glided on the winds of ecstasy blowing through her young body. The teenager was hardly able to contain her joy as the cock fucked harder and deeper and faster. She panted and moved with the hard-driving cock until she felt the sweet hot rush of jism into her cunt. She came harder than ever before as that burning stream of cum filled her up.
Then panic seized her. She didn't want to get knocked up. She had been a virgin and didn't need the pill. What if they made her pregnant?
As if Morgan could read her mind, she answered, "Don't worry about it, bitch. Doggy cum won't get you pregnant."
They were still trying to shock her into thinking a dog had fucked her. She wanted to laugh. A hard soled shoe shoved her flat on her face. Mary Lynn turned and got onto her back. The jism leaked from her twat and dribbled to the floor. She didn't mind that. She had beaten them at their own game. They had tried to make her think it was a dog fucking her , but she knew better. It had been one of the fraternity men.
The blindfold was ripped from her eyes and she blinked in the harsh light. But when her eyes focused, she felt the now familiar coldness forming in the pit of her belly. A large German shepherd strained at its leash just a few feet away from her. From the tip of the dog's cock dripped a steady white stream of jizz.
CHAPTER SIX
All Mary Lynn could do was lie on the floor and shake with horror. She had no idea if the dog had actually fucked her or if they'd just brought the beast in to intimidate her . If that was it, they had succeeded. She wanted to wash her cunt out with acid, to core it out and throw it away. She couldn't bear the thought that she might have enjoyed letting a dog fuck her . That was more than the young girl could handle.
She strained at the ropes around her wrists. She felt her raw flesh quiver as she cut deeper into her own skin. The ropes were soaked through and through with her blood and were starting to tighten up as they dried.
Heaving herself to her feet, she managed to teeter around the room on the high heels. The girl kicked them off and wondered why she was being left alone in here. It couldn't be for any good reason. Morgan and the others were plotting new and more diabolical ways of humiliating her .
But she wou1dn~ let them!
Mary Lynn vowed to fight back then. She didn't know how she'd do it, but-the blonde girl wanted to. Hatred burned brightly inside her and gave her strength. She should have collapsed on the floor and just! cried. Instead, she looked for ways out of her predicament.
The boarded-over window provided her with the first part of her escape plan. A piece of jagged glass jutted up from the inside of the Window, perfect for cutting her ropes. She went to the window and began dragging the ropes painfully over the sharp edge of the glass. It was harder than she'd thought it would be. In the movies, the hero always got free~ in seconds. It took her closer to five minutes.
By the she she was freed of the ropes, her wrists bled profusely. She had cut them as well as the soft white cotton cord. But at least she was free! Rubbing them smeared blood all over her hands. but it also restored circulation to her arms. They danced with the needle-pricks of sensation until she was feeling almost whole again.
The pain continued to assault her senses but she could ignore that now. The pain in wrists and shoulders, pussy and legs was all behind her . The sweet smell of freedom drew her on.
The girl futilely pounded against the boards over the windows. They didn't budge. She knew she couldn't make too much noise, or the others would come to investigate. Mary Lynn wasn't in any shape to fight off even Morgan, much less Angela and all the men running around this old dusty house.
One door led into the room where she'd seen Roxanne being fucked by the dog. The other door led into the rest of the house. The blonde teenager didn't know what else to do but go deeper into the bowels of the house and hope for a quick escape, either out the back or from another window.
Cautiously opening the door, she peered through the crack. An empty hallway stretched before her. She hastily went into it and started to run. She tripped over a stack of tin cans piled carelessly by one of the doors, fell and made a loud racket.
The girl didn't have to be told that the others would come to investigate the sounds.
What she hadn't realized was that Morgan had planned for her to do just what she'd done.
The tall girl stood at the end of the hallway with a short whip in her hand. An evil smile crossed the sandy-haired girl's lips as she uncoiled the whip.
"You should not have tried to escape. I don't take kindly to my pledges trying to get away from the initiation."
"You're a monster! I hope you bum in hell!" screamed Mary Lynn. She felt helpless, but she had to fight back. She got to her feet and started toward Morgan, intent on physical violence.
She never got the chance to rip and claw and tear at the lovely girl's face. The long black whip snaked out and looped gently around her feet. A small tug sent her falling onto her ass. Another little ripple down the whip freed it from around her feet.
"You shouldn't have tried that," said Morgan, obviously enjoying this. "I'm going to have to punish you now. And discipline for an escaping pledge is most severe. It's a whipping!"
The whip cracked like thunder over the fallen girl's head. She cringed and tried to scuttle away. The whip lashed out again and lightly brushed one of her nipples protruding from the open end of her bra cup. The feel of the leather on her nipple made her cry out in pain.
But it wasn't pain as much as surprise. Morgan hadn't done more than brush the tip of the whip across the nipple. Her control of the long leather strap was remarkable. Mary Lynn realized with a sick insight that her expert handling of the whip came from long practice, probably at pledge initiations.
Don't bother to get up," Morgan told her . "I like my pledges to grovel. You wish to kiss my shoes again ?
"Go to bell!"
Mary Lynn spun and got to her feet. She felt the full fury of the whip across her taut as cheeks. An ugly red welt was raised on the smooth white skin of her buttocks but this only added speed to her flight. She ducked through a door and slammed it shut leaning against it to keep the other girl out.
"Hello," said Angela, smiling, a whip in her hands. too. The girl lashed out and jerked Mary Lynn around.
The pain lancing into the blonde's body was almost more than she could stand. By the time she had freed herself from the whip, Morgan had come into the room. The two tormentors looked at her and then separated, each going to a different side of the room. This way they could keep her squarely between them .
"She tried to get away." said Morgan in a mock-mournful voice. "I think we have to punish her for that, don't you, Angela?"
"Definitely," the dark-haired girl agreed. "I don't like disobedient pledges at all . . . and this is Hell Week . . . "
The whips sang their wicked songs and tormented Mary Lynn. She dodged, but still felt the cunning whips reach her naked flesh. One quick snap of the whip cut through the f1imsy bra strap. She was naked to the waist. Another worked against her ass. She winced as the sharp pain rocketed into her body. She wouldn't be sitting down for quite a while.
The other two finally tired of their light, teasing, tormenting' whip-strokes that raised only the mildest of welts all over her body. Mary Lynn hurt, but they had done her no real damage. They were both expert in using the whip to humiliate, but not to injure seriously.
The only thing seriously injured was her pride. She felt like an animal being herded to market when they decided to move her into another room. They simply cracked the whips in the air near her, and she jumped to where they wanted.
They chased her into a darkened room. She sought to evade their whips, but they were familiar with the room and she wasn't. The blonde kept falling over furniture and finding the sharp sting of the whip to keep her going where the two wanted her.
"Here she is," said Morgan. "I think she needs considerable disciplining. She tried to get away from us."
"My, that does call for some punishment. I hereby declare her eligible for fraternity discipline."
"Wh-what's that?" Mary Lynn stammered. "Y-you're not going to let me go, are you?"
A mocking laugh was her only answer . She stood more naked than dressed in the darkness and waited helplessly for what they were going to do to her . Even though the teenager was braced, the hands grabbing her from behind surprised her . She jumped and tried to twist away, but they were too strong for her .
She was bent double over the high back of a wooden chair , the edge cutting into her belly.
"Fasten her hands to the legs. I'll get her ankles tied down to the back legs."
She was tied securely over the chair, her snowy white ass jutting up into the air. Occasional strokes over the warm curves of her ass told her what they were going to do to her.
Fraternity punishment, they'd said. They were going to spank her with one of those brutal paddles!
The swish of the wooden plank coming through the air hardly prepared the girl for the impact against her naked butt. The paddle had holes cut into it so that there would be less air resistance. She felt the spanking through her body, even though it was just administered to her ass.
The pain knifed into her and made her want to vomit. Never had she felt such agony. The occasional whip touches given by Morgan and Angela were nothing compared to this. The paddling went on and on, until her ass glowed a dull red. Finally one of the men caned a halt and placed the .flat of his hand against her ass.
"Not yet. It's not the right temperature. I think this fox is a really hot one, and her ass should be just as hot. Continue."
The paddle landed again with a dull meaty think. Mary Lynn cried openly at the pain. She felt the back of the wood chair cutting into her" belly and she could hardly breathe. The ropes cut mercilessly into her hands and feet. The shame of being on display like this for who knows how many men made her want to die.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Haven't you abused me enough? Why are you doing this to me? Why?"
"You asked for it," came Morgan's cool answer. "You wanted to pledge and this is our initiation. That we chose to do it along with one of the fraternities is incidental. The sisters of the sorority have agreed it's a good thing to go co-ed on all initiations. It gives them a little more spice, don't you think?"
"I think you're all animals!"
"She still thinks longingly of the dog that fucked her nice little pussy. Are you going to fuck her nice little pussy now that you've spanked her butt adequately?"
"Nope," came the male voice, "I said fraternity discipline and I meant it. How can a guy fuck another guy's cunt? I'm going to take her up the asshole."
Mary Lynn went cold an over. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. They weren't content with whipping her throughout the house and herding her like a cow. Now they had her tied down over a chair and had paddled her ass until it glowed with its own heat. They were going to fuck her up her ass.
"NO!"
But she already felt the man moving in behind her. She tried to rock the chair back and forth enough to topple it. But the feet were too wide apart and she was too drained, both emotionally and physically, from her encounter. All she managed to do was jiggle the chair a little. She could do nothing to keep the man from shoving his hot cock between her well-spanked asscheeks.
"Ummmm . . . oh, don't do this to me. Nobody's ever done this before!"
"Hey, she wears her cherry for a taillight. I can dig it. I've never had any virgin ass before."
"You will now. Go to it, man," urged Angela. "I want to watch."
The dark haired girl came around and sat cross legged in front of the chair so she could see the expression on Mary Lynn's face.
The blonde teenager had never hated anyone more in her life. Then she forgot about Angela. The thick shaft of the man's prick pressed between the slabs of her meaty as cheeks and surged into the humid canyon. When the blunt tip of his prick shoved hard against the tightly puckered fist of her shatter , she cried out in pain and shame.
"No, please, don't do this to me. Oh. . . ohhhh! That hurts!"
"Go slower," commanded Angela. "I want to see how she reacts when you get it an the way into her virgin asshole."
Mary Lynn pressed her forehead onto the seat of the wooden chair . She felt her entire body bead up with sweat as the pressure mounted against her asshole. The man's cock was insistent. It was going to get through that tightly clenched fist of her shithole. She tried to relax to keep him from hurting her when he finally drove his prick into her asshole.
No matter how she tried, it wasn't possible. Was it the fright or the humiliation doing it to her? She couldn't tell. It might have been the fact that Angela was sitting in front of her and watching so intently.
She'd always thought fucking was something to be done in the dark and with only the man screwing her. Having an audience further degraded her. And having an audience wanting to participate like this was a further blow to her self-esteem.
The cock throbbed and pulsed with virile life against her asshole. But it seemed to be lubricated. The purple knob on the top managed to force its way into her asshole. The ring of muscle tried to clamp down powerfully and chop off his prickhead.
"God!" the man grunted. "She's got an asshole like a hangman's noose. She can really squeeze down on me."
"Don't stop," said Angela. "Drive it all the way up her spine. I want to see her come as you fuck her. I wonder how a virgin would react to getting her ass fucked for the first time."
"I doubt if you'd know firsthand, would you?" shouted Mary Lynn. "Were you ever a virgin? Did your precious daddy allow you to stay that way past your fifth birthday?"
"Fuck her fast and hard!" snapped the dark-haired girl. "Hurt her an you want."
Mary Lynn almost passed out when the thick pillar of cock entered her fully. This prick drove into her body where no cock was meant to go. But the girl's insides were young and tough. They expanded to take the full girth of the huge male invader.
She sobbed as the pressure in her asshole mounted. She could feel the entire cock jerking around inside her. The thick blue vein on the top of the man's prick pulsated with virile life. The girl had to admit it excited her.
It was terrible hating what they did to her-and then loving it. She was tom emotionally as well as physically by the act. The man's hairy crotch ground into her well whipped ass and made her moan in pain. But the pleasure given by the cock an the way up her bowels offset the pain.
She was pulled back and forth between pleasure and pain. She hated the idea that this was even happening to her, yet the feel of the man's cock an the way up her shitter was nice. The stuffed to overflowing feeling was good. She enjoyed having cock in her body - anywhere in her body.
But when he started pulling back, she had to scream with fear. It felt as if her guts were being sucked out with that piston of fucking prick.
"Fuck her . . . really fuck her!" said Angela, her eyes glowing with an insane inner light.
"God, what an asshole she's got! Tight. . . like a furnace inside it. And she is trying to chop me off, too. I feel her muscles clench up and smash down on my cock. God!"
He began fucking with slow, deliberate strokes. She felt whatever' he had smeared on his prick begin to lubricate her asshole. The tight ring of clutching muscle tensed and relaxed as the man tucked farther and farther into her depths, The girl shuddered as the pain went away and the joy grew.
Sexual tensions just like having her cunt fucked mounted inside her. But the feelings were subtly different. This was more exciting for her, somehow. He touched nerves that usually didn't feel a cock. The movement behind her thrilled her, too.
She was like a bitch in heat again. The idea of being fucked like an animal appalled her, yet at the same time turned her on in a big way. She didn't understand any of it. All she could do, tied as she was, was to accept.
"Fuck me harder!" she shouted, not caring that Angela gloated. "Burn me up with that cock of yours."
The words on her lips sent tremors of desire earthquaking throughout her tender body. She normally didn't use words like she'd just used. But this was a special case. She needed his prick in her ass - nothing less would do - and she needed it fucking her fast, hard, brutally!
He began stroking and grinding his crotch into the fleshy half-moons of her asscheeks. She wanted to drive her ass back onto his cock, to get even more-of his fleshy spike of cockflesh into her body. But she was too securely tied. Passion mounted to the breaking point in her guts. She came hard, shaking and moaning and trembling all over until the chair shook.
"Oh, shit!" the man cried. "I can't hold back any longer. She's sucking the come out of my balls like a goddamn vacuum cleaner!"
He fucked wildly, his hips working double-time. The girl lovingly took every single stroke of his cock into her tortured ass. She loved the feel of his hairy thighs against her spanked ass. The warm glow from her buttocks spread throughout her loins. Her belly tensed with the impact of his cock in her shitter, then accepted it all.
She came again. She felt her asshole snapping closed on his cock. And then the girl's entire world shattered. She came so hard she almost turned the chair over. Her body heaved as her ass practically cried out for more cock.
The man fucked and fucked and fucked, and then he couldn't take the tight hot confines of her asshole any longer. He shot his cum into her clinging shitter. The entire load blasted forth and whitewashed her shit-chute.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned as he pumped fiercely into her body.
"Yeah . . . go, man, go!" prompted Angela. "Really fuck that lily-white ass of hers. Give it everything you got!"
Mary Lynn felt drained and limp as a dishrag by the time the man's prick melted in her hot ass and dribbled out. She almost liked the feel of his jism leaking down the insides of her thighs. At least he hadn't come in her face. That had been the worst - that and maybe getting fucked by a dog.
But this? She could take a cock up her butt all night long and beg for more when it was over.
She'd won this round.
The girl wasn't so sure about the next.
CHAPIER SEVEN
The sight of Morgan and Angela standing together, talking quietly, no doubt discussing her future, made Mary Lynn wince. The idea that they hadn't even tapped the full resources at their command made her wary.
She had actually enjoyed being raped up the ass. The girl felt guilty about that. She knew she should have hated every instant of it.
The feel of the man's prick fucking hard into her asshole had lit fires deep in her guts that refused to die down. The girl knew that she could no longer be content with her life. Cock had to be a part of the new Mary Lynn's existence. They had shown her how much fun getting fucked could be.
She kept thinking that this was really rape. But it was still fun, even if a little scary . She could do without the abuse and pain that they were dishing out along with the cock, but for the most part she had nothing but good feelings about the way her body felt now.
The pain in her pussy had died away. She guessed that having her cherry popped was only a passing annoyance. From now on she would relish the feel of long hard cock fucking her up the cunt.
But the rest of the pain still plagued her. Wrists aching, belly hurting from being strung over the back of the chair, her legs throbbing from the stretched taut position, she was in agony. It wouldn't take much more for her to scream.
But she felt warm and cozy inside. Her cuntwalls trembled at the idea of getting more cock. Her ass glowed with the intensity of a well fucked woman. She had been missing out on a lot for too long. Whenever they let her go, she was going to go out and get as much cock crammed into her body as possible to make up for lost time.
Still she hated the abuse she had received, learning how nice it was to have a man's prick driving hotly up her cunt or asshole. The idea of being fucked by a dog didn't appeal to her at all. It made her blush thinking about it. And being forced to suck that guy off and having him come in her face had been terrible!
Mary Lynn decided, though - for the most part - she couldn't complain about this initiation. She was learning much about herself, about her body, about what she really wanted out of life.
"Get her into the next room. She can watch the main attraction."
A knife flashed out and cut the ropes on her wrists and ankles. She was unable to stand. Those hands that had supported her before did it again. The girl was hustled out of the room and into the adjoining one. There on the table, tied up and helpless, was Roxanne.
"Mary Lynn, are you okay?" the brunette cried.
"They told me they were doing rotten things to you."
"They have, but don't worry. We'll get through this in good shape. Just relax and go with the flow."
"String her up," came Morgan's command.
As they hoisted Mary Lynn's hands high above her head and fastened them to a beam, she found her own advice hard to follow. She wanted to panic again. She wanted to run. When they had her on her toes they knotted the ropes.
At first she thought they were being kind to her by not stringing her up in such a way that her feet were off the ground. But she was wrong. They had chosen the worst possible way to tie her. With just her extended toes on the ground, she strained to keep all her weight off her arms and shoulders. This put just enough weight onto her legs for her muscles to begin to knot and cramp almost immediately.
The shooting pain lanced into her thighs and crotch. In spite of herself, she felt her pussy begin to churn. The pain was making her wet in the cunt. The thin river of fuck-sauce leaked from between her puffy cuntlips and ran down the insides of her thighs, teasing and tickling as it went.
She rubbed her legs together, hoping no one in the room would notice. They didn't. They were too busy working on the bound Roxanne. At the beginning, Mary Lynn couldn't see what they were doing to her friend. Then she saw perfectly and it chilled her all the way to the bone.
Angela was sucking and licking the bound brunette's nipples. The flashing pink tongue darted out and swirled around the soft swells, teasing and tormenting those mountains of titflesh. While the dark-haired girl attended to the bound girl's boobs, Morgana buried her face between her wantonly spread legs.
Mary Lynn saw Morgana's tongue reach out delicately and flick along the edges of Roxanne's cuntlips. She teased and tormented one trapped pussy-lip with her tongue and then stabbed out hard into the wet cunthole.
Roxanne convulsed on the table and screeched, "No. . . oh sweet Jesus, that's too much! It's so good!"
Mary Lynn felt a little sick. She wondered about her friend. Roxanne was getting off on some pretty weird things. She had loved it when the dog had fucked her and now she was coming with both of the other girls licking and sucking at her nipples and cunt.
But was Mary Lynn guiltless'! She blushed furiously thinking about the way she had come when the man had fucked her for the first time. And she'd gotten fucked by a dog and had loved it. Trying to explain it all away saying she'd believed a man had been fucking her wasn't good enough. She had enjoyed it, whether it had been a dog or a human.
And hadn't she gotten off in a big way when the man had raped her up the ass? The girl couldn't get that out of her mind. Her asshole still burned from the hard fucking cock.
She had been degraded and whipped and had men come in her face and been robbed of her cherry, and she had still been thinking how good it all was. She was no better than Roxanne. Maybe she was worse. Roxanne hadn't been a virgin when this Hell Week initiation had begun. She knew the joys of a man's prick.
Maybe she had experienced some of the other things, too, like being fucked by a dog and having other women eat out her pussy. Mary Lynn didn't know because she'd never thought to ask. Maybe Roxanne had loved this type of kinky lovemaking, and it wasn't all that embarrassing for her. But it was for the blonde teenager.
The way she was strung up kept her from twisting away. She could have closed her eyes and not seen the tongues working all over Roxanne's trembling body, but something about the erotic scene made her study every single detail.
The way Morgana tongue-fucked that tight little cunt appalled her, yet it appealed to her, too. She wondered what it would be like having another woman's tongue moving all over her crotch. Just thinking about it made her own pussy begin to churn and boil with desire. Her clit grew and poked up out of the sheath of protective flesh.
How she wished she could reach down and stroke it! That would get her off. That would release the intense sexual tensions mounting in her. The girl's breath came in tortured, hurried gasps. She felt her unfettered tits rising and falling quickly now, bobbing in front of her chest. The way her heart hammered so strongly filled her tits with all the blood they could hold. She simply knew they would pop at any second.
She couldn't take her eyes off the suck-job being given to her friend.
What was worst of all, Mary Lynn wanted some of that for her own cunt, for her own tits.
"Ummm . . . oh, give me more," moaned Roxanne. "I can't stand it unless you're doing all those things to my pussy."
Morgana sucked harder and lifted Roxanne straight off the table. Mary Lynn saw her pink tongue leap out and bury itself between the trembling cuntlips. She was tongue fucking that little cunt as hard and fast as she could.
Angela's mouth clamped down firmly over one ripe cone of titflesh and sucked up all of that marshmallowy mass. Her teeth cut raw red grooves in snow-white flesh. Her tongue whirled around like a tornado on the crest of that tit. All the time she was doing this, Roxanne tried to jam more of her boob into that questing mouth.
Mary Lynn felt the tensions approaching the breaking point in her own body. "Stop!" she cried. "Don't do that to her!"
"Oh?" asked Angela, looking up. "You'd rather we did it to you?"
"Yes . . . yes!" Mary Lynn never figured out whether they moved from Roxanne to her because they thought she was volunteering to take some of the strain off the other bound girl or whether they wanted to share some of the pleasure with her. Both Angela and Morgana left Roxanne and came to where Mary Lynn hung helpless.
"The whip," said Morgana. "Use it on her!"
"NO!" shrieked Mary Lynn. The blonde girl cried out in anguish as the whip lashed along her back. "That's not what I wanted!"
"No?" asked Morgana. "Perhaps this is what you wanted. Tell us!"
She dropped down and shoved her face into the blonde's cunt. She pushed her tongue through the tangled mat of corn silk fur and found the trembling cuntlips. She stroked and licked and teased them.
Mary Lynn's entire body exploded in orgasm and pain. The lash landed hard on her back at exactly the same instant that Morgana's tongue penetrated her pussy.
Angela chuckled out loud as she continued to use the whip on the bound and helpless girl's back. Mary Lynn shuddered with every blow. The sharp sting of the whip cut into her senses and threatened to make her puke from the pain. Grimly she held on. She wouldn't let Angela see her in pain. She would get back at the girl with the whip in the only way open to her.
Mary Lynn vowed to get off on the pussy licking, if she could.
The blonde teenager concentrated on the rough touches of the tongue on her cunt. The thrill blasting through her caused her to suck in her breath. It was as if this was the signal for Angela to move the target for her whip.
The leather end of the whip lashed across the girl's taut nipples. She exploded in a frenzy of - orgasm.
The blonde girl didn't know what had happened to her. The feelings in her loins had been mounting. Nurturing them, she had made sure they grew to the point where she might get off. But the stinging pain lancing into her tits caused by the whip surprised her.
She came and came and came as Angela continued to use the whip on her ample naked tits. The lashing produced ugly red welts on the once silky smooth flesh. She cried openly. It didn't matter to her if the others saw her agony. She hurt all over.
She came again when she felt Morgana's tongue dancing all over her gash. That woman knew exactly the right places to 1ouch to make her feel the tongue-lashing the most.
Her darting tongue grazed along the ridges of cuntflesh, then burrowed into the Vat the top of her pussy. She diddled the tiny little spire of Mary Lynn's clit until it was standing erect. Then Morgana sucked it into her mouth.
Soft lips caressed it. A tongue lightly flicked over the very tip and sent carnal electricity ringing into the captive girl's pussy. The sucking action of her mouth made Mary Lynn moan and cry and beg for more.
"Your mouth. . . it's so good on my cunt. Give me all the mouth you can! My cunt needs it so bad!"
The singing of the whip interrupted her demands for more tongue in her pussy. She felt the sharp sting and almost passed out from it. The mixture of pain and pleasure inside her tender young body confused her. She didn't know if she was getting off on the whipping or on the tongue-fucking. The more she tried to concentrate on her pussy , the more the whip cut into her skin and brought her attention directly to her tortured back and tits.
"I can get into this," chuckled Angela. "I like marking up blonde chicks. They think they're so tough. Look at this one squirm!"
She used the whip expertly. She never once cut the skin so badly that Mary Lynn bled. But the ugly red welts burned as if the whip had been dipped in acid. The girl's misery mounted. And so did the pleasure she got from the tongue exploring her cunt.
Morgana had moved her mouth back from her clit and pressed her mouth firmly into Mary Lynn's cuntlips. With a sudden rush of her tongue, she plunged all the way up into that damp pussy . The roughness of the tongue more than made up for its lack of size. Mary Lynn would have preferred a man's prick up her cunt, but if she couldn't get that, she wanted all the tongue she could stand.
Every single square inch of her cuntwalls was lightly brushed by that exploring tongue. And when Morgana began sucking hard, Mary Lynn found it impossible not to come.
The pain in her shoulders from hanging didn't matter. The agony brought to her shoulders and back and tits by the whip didn't matter. The degradation and shame heaped upon her by all those in the room didn't matter . All she knew or cared about was the tongue fucking her cunt.
"Please, stop doing all this to me. I can't take any more of it. I . . . I'm going crazy!"
Morgana laughed as she continued to eat out the pussy spread so wantonly in front of her face. Mary Lynn wanted to clamp her legs tightly together and stop the woman from licking and tonguing her, but her body refused to obey. In fact, her legs widened even more so she could drape her legs over the girl's shoulders.
This opened up her pussy even more widely to the questing tongue working over her cuntflesh. The thick juice leaking from her humid pussy was quickly licked away as the tongue reamed out her cunthole. Spasms of shivering desire raced through Mary Lynn's tensed body. As the tongue gave her still another orgasm, the whip lashed across her straining back muscles.
Pleasure and pain mixed into one heady climax. She couldn't keep them straight at all any more and didn't even try. She wanted to experience that sweet sucking mouth on her pussy and nothing else.
But the pain!
"No, not there!" she cried in horror. "You can't tongue-fuck my asshole!"
But Morgana did, and Mary Lynn got off on it. She felt the wiggling tip of the tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her bowels. The feel of that rough dexterous tongue set her off. Angela took full advantage of her vulnerable condition to whip her faster and faster.
"Damn, I'm getting tired," complained Angela. "The bitch can take all I can give out."
A feeling of triumph surged through the bound girl. She had worn out Angela!
But the triumph was short lived when Morgana said, "My jaw's hurting, too. I'm going to stop!"
"No!" cried Mary Lynn, horrified. She felt her intense sexual needs even more now than ever before. She had to have that tongue fucking her pussy in order to get off. "I want more of your tongue!"
"The bitch is still hungry for anything up her twat," said Angela.
"I suppose," said Morgana, "it wouldn't matter if I licked her. . . or if you did."
Mary Lynn was too confused to understand what Morgana really meant. She thought the tall sandy-haired girl was relinquishing her post at the tasty cunt to the other woman's tongue.
She was wrong.
"Open up, bitch. I want to see those puffy little cuntlips of yours."
Mary Lynn hastily spread her legs as far apart as she could so that Angela would be able to drop down and start licking. She wanted the dark-haired girl to pick up where Morgana had left off.
But she didn't use her tongue on those quivering cuntlips - she used the whip.
It snaked out and lashed hard on the rigid flaps guarding Mary Lynn's pussy.
She felt the pain in her most delicate flesh. The action of the whip on her sensitive flesh was the same as if Angela bad used a blowtorch. Mary Lynn screamed and thrashed around, held only by the ropes on her wrists. She kicked and twisted and tried to get away from the searing pain in her cunt.
The blonde girl failed. The whipping of the girl's snatch continued until Angela wiped the sweat from her forehead and left the room, complaining of a sore arm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary Lynn tried to keep her legs pressed as tightly together as possible. Hanging from the ceiling like she was didn't help her at all, though. The pain surging through her cunt from the whip refused to die down. It was worse than the pain she'd felt from having her cherry popped.
The girl became acutely aware of every single ache in her body. The way her cunt rumbled was only a part of the picture of her total anguish. The girl's shoulders and arms were strained and threatened to pop out of joint any second. She had been strung up expertly. Trying to stand on her tiptoes only added to her cramped muscles. Her thighs and calves trembled with the strain of the effort.
Her wrists throbbed as they swelled up from lack of circulation. Her body hurt everywhere from the whipping she had been given. Her nipples shivered as if they'd been shoved into a deep freeze from the lash marks across them.
There wasn't a single place on her body that didn't show some bit of damage. Her asshole burned from the ass-fucking. Her cunt hurt from losing her virginity. Her pussy-lips were raw from the whip. Her back and tits and belly were crisscrossed with whip marks. Her ass had been spanked by the brutal paddle.
Mary Lynn wanted to die!
What appalled her the most was the way Roxanne simply lay on the table across the room and stared at her . The other girl's eyes were glazed and distant as it she had gone totally crazy . It was possible, Mary Lynn thought. The pain and the shame would be enough.
She didn't know how she clung so to her own sanity. They had done everything possible to make her go out of her skull with pain, with humiliation. She cried bitter tears at the idea they had allowed a dog to fuck her. There didn't seem to be a single thing they hadn't tried to abuse her.
"Roxanne?" she asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
"Um?" answered the bound girl.
She still lay on her back on the table, her hands securely bound behind her. Roxanne's legs dangled over the edge of the table and were spread wide to expose her brunette snatch. The sight of those pink cunt-lips poking through the brown fur got to Mary Lynn in a way she couldn't understand.
Was it lust she felt for her friend? She didn't know. The sight of her naked, vulnerable cunt worked strange magic on her cunt. It churned and felt as if she were about to climax again.
"Roxanne," repeated Mary Lynn, "we've got to try to escape. Can you help me? There's no way I can get down from here."
"No way," said Roxanne dully. "What they've done to me shouldn't be done to a dog. Or maybe it should. They had a dog fucking me. You saw that. And the other things . . ." Her voice drifted away and Mary Lynn knew then that Roxanne wasn't going to be able to help. She was too lost in the degradation of this Hell Week initiation.
Mary Lynn tugged hard at the ropes on her wrists and only sent ripples of pain down her shoulders and back. Weeping salty tears. she hung there, dejected, sure that all had abandoned her. She didn't know if it was better for them to do all those terrible things to her or to leave her alone.
Alone, her agile mind worked up even more devious and horrible things they might try. She hoped that the reality would be less vivid than her fantasies.
She beard a door open behind her and saw a man come in. He wore only a black silk mask over his face. He was sporting the hugest erection the girl had ever dreamed of.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
Saying nothing, he cut her down. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, too weak to stand. He quickly tied her hands behind her back before the circulation returned enough for her to fight him off.
"What are you going to do?" she repeated, feeling the weight of her body on her securely tied arms. "Please let me go. I. . . I'll do anything you want if you'll let me go. I'll suck you off. . . anything!"
The blonde girl was horrified at what she'd just said. She was being reduced to the level of the people abusing her. She had wanted to do anything, no matter how degrading, if he would just let her go free. The girl realized then that she was a slave. A slave could be made to do anything -anything at all! She had nothing to use to bribe her way out.
In the outside world she could have used her body to get what she wanted - not here. They already controlled that. If they wanted to fuck her, they did. If they wanted to beat her all it took was some rope and a whip. She was completely at their mercy.
She watched in mute horror as he straddled her waist and sat down on her belly. His huge prick gleamed dully in the dim light of the room. She found it almost hypnotic. Impossible to take her eyes off it, she watched that cock bob and bounce in front of his crotch. The huge plum-tipped knob throbbed with lust. There was no doubt in her mind what he intended to do.
He was going to fuck her .
But if that was his idea, why was he sitting on her belly? He should have been getting between her thighs and driving that cock straight up into her cunt.
She could take rape again. The girl had almost become accustomed to it. But what new devil's trick were they going to play on her? The blonde's mind raced - and made her recoil from the man in stark terror.
He made a big show out of picking up a butter dish that had been on the floor . The man took off the cover and ran his fingers through the soft yellow stick in the center of the dish. His fingers dripping with the greasy stuff, he leaned forward and began smearing it all over the girl's tits. She fought and bucked but the man's weight held her pinned firmly to the floor. The teenager couldn't understand what the man was doing this for. She felt the slimy stuff running down her tits, tickling as it went. When the man had thoroughly greased her boobs, he scooted forward.
Mary Lynn grunted. He still held her firmly on the floor with his body. She felt the hairy sac of his balls dragging sensuously across the dome of her belly. The man rocked forward, cock in hand. All she could see of that mighty red shaft now was the purple knob on the end. The man guided his cock into the deep canyon between her boobs.
"Tell me what you're going to do!" she cried.
"I'm going to fuck your tits," he said in a calm voice. The girl knew he couldn't possibly be that calm-not with the way his prick jerked and bucked with lust for her .
"What?"
He didn't reply. His putter-coated fingers reached out and tweaked both of her nipples at the same time. She moaned. The feel of being treated gently for a change took her by surprise. The luscious feelings he caused in her body were erotic, good.
"Do it again. I love it when you fondle my tits like that," she said.
And then the girl screamed in pain when he clamped down like steel bands on her jugs and forced them together.
The muscles in his upper arms stood out in bold relief under the effort of forcing her tits together. She felt her titflesh flowing like putty through his grasping fingers. When he was able to rub her nipples together, he worked one against the other until she was gasping and panting in stark arousal.
The girl's pussy began to flow. The desire mounting in her body raced along until she was almost at the point of coming. She couldn't understand how this could be happening to her . He was mistreating her tits, giving her pain, and yet she was responding to it in a blatantly sexual way.
The thick juice rolled out of her cunt and trickled between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks. She was turned on - there was no way she could deny that.
She was getting off on the pain! It took his entire strength to keep her boobs forced together . She felt his fingers cutting into her already bruised and whipped titflesh. But what he did to her nipples made it an worthwhile.
Tingles of carnal electricity volted into her chest and pushed her arousal up and up. Between those mountains of marshmallowy tit was a hot, hard, pulsating column of cockflesh.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"Fuck your tits," he repeated. "Right now!"
He moved forward and shoved his hips powerfully toward her face. She felt and saw the bead of his cock poke through the artificial cunt he had formed from her tits. The thick purple knob pulsed visibly as it ran between the white meat of her tits. The butter he had smeared all over her boobs lubricated the movement of his cock.
He pulled back through the softness of his man-made twat. The blonde was able to relax just a little bit. The walls around his cock collapsed as he applied even more pressure to the outsides of her tits. Then his prick rushed back through the pass formed by her tits. She felt the warmth as the friction warmed her chest. She was incredibly aroused by the action of that cock against her sensitive boobs.
She came.
The girl hated herself for what she considered a weakness. The man was abusing her. He was using her . She didn't doubt for a second that as soon as he got his rocks off that he would discard her. But right now, she was turned on by the way he fucked her tits.
She'd never beard of anything like this before. She watched in utter fascination as he rocked to and fro and fucked hard into her tits. His huge cock thrilled her every time it moved against her delicate skin. And the way he continued to rub one nipple against the other filled her body with stark desire.
Her sexual tension mounted, then snapped when she felt his balls banging against the slopes of her tits. She arched up and almost threw the man off. He continued fucking her tits as an orgasm raged inside her body. Panting, moaning with joy, she blinked and tried to focus her eyes on the man fucking her in this bizarre fashion.
The mask hid his features. All she could see was his naked body and the tip of his prick emerging from the whiteness of her tits.
Even though her hands were tied securely behind her back, she struggled to rise and wrap her lips around the end of his cock. Her neck muscles protested but she wanted to encourage him to fuck her boobs faster. The warmth of the titfucking seeped into her chest and brought her entirely to life. She could forget about the pain in her body as long as he kept on fucking.
She managed to get the tip of her tongue pressed against the man's cock. He moaned slightly and speeded up the fucking. It was all she could hope for, being tied and at the man's mercy!
"You got great tits, baby," he said, more to himself than to her, "and I gotta fuck them all can. My balls feel like a goddamn pressure cooker."
He fucked faster. As he did so, he rammed harder against the pliant flesh of her tits, causing his prick to sink deeper into the cock warmed mountain of titflesh. She was able to capture the entire end of his cockhead inside her mouth.
The girl sucked hard on his cock, tasting a bitter drop of pre-cum beading there. Before her tongue could dig deeper into his piss-slit, he pulled back. She craned her neck again as he rushed back.
She was at the point of orgasm from the titfucking. The way he kept his hands moving all over her hard nipples helped. Thrills of sexual electricity seemed to jump from one nipple to the other. And when he took each pebbly nubbin of flesh in his fingers and rolled them around, she did come.
"Aieeeee!" she shrieked, her come blotting out all the pain in her body.
This was the only way she could escape the demands placed on her by her wrists and cunt and legs and other places of stark agony. She cheated the pain by experiencing the ultimate in human pleasure.
And she needed more right away.
"Fuck more," she begged. "Drive that cock into my tits. I need it. . . I need you fucking my titties!"
He fucked. His hips pistoned in and out like a sex machine His cock reamed so far through the mountainous pass of her fleshy boobs that she was able to get more and more into her mouth. She tasted the salty butter and the bitterness of his precum again. And then she got a mouthful of jizz.
His prick leaped and jerked hard in the clinging confines of her boobs. She felt his bans pumping fiercely. Another spurt of his jism rocketed into her mouth.
She sucked for all she was worth until a muscle cramped in her neck. The sharp pain forced her to put her head back down on the floor. When her mouth left the still fountaining prick, he gushed out his jizz all over her hair and face.
Mary Lynn tried to dodge the flood, but couldn't.
"Don't come in my face, please!" she cried.
The man paid her no attention. He kept his cock moving in and out of her tits, fucking furiously, getting the most pleasure he could before the last drop of cum was milked from his balls.
She felt his cock go limp in the slick valley between her tits. He released his death's grip on her boobs and they resiliently sprang back into their proper seductive conical shape.
Mary Lynn's face was covered with strings of the gooey white cum. She tossed her head from side to side to get it out of her eyes. She failed. The rivers of jism seemed to flow only where it would humiliate her the most.
"Lick it all off," the man said, his voice steely hard.
She looked up and saw his cock dangling just inches from her mouth.
"No," she said. "I wanted you to come in my mouth. You came all over my face. I won't lick it off your cock now."
He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and jerked her face into his crotch. She gasped for air and started licking. The girl started to sob gently as her tongue worked on his prick. Even when she got some little amount of enjoyment from what they did to her, they managed to change it into a humiliating experience.
Never had she felt so alone as when the man dropped her head back to the floor and left without a word.
CHAPTER NINE
Mary Lynn turned about on the floor, trying to rub off the jism caking her face and hair . She hated it. She didn't care how they abused her body, but she wished they wouldn't get her hair all messed up like that. She loved the long, golden strands of her lustrous hair . She thought it was what set her apart from all the other girls.
By fouling her hair with jism, the man had effectively demoralized her more than any of the others had done. She felt little loss over her cherry . The girl knew that, sooner or later , some man would pick it for her. She had counted on that being her husband on their wedding night, but now that she was no longer a virgin, she found it didn't matter quite so much to her.
She'd discovered she loved the feel of a man's cock fucking hard and fast into her cunt. It was something so wonderful she couldn't even put it into words. She just wished that she had been able to choose the man instead of the repeated rapes in the name of a college sorority initiation.
She could stand the pain and physical abuse. She was strong enough to take the name-calling, and even ignore it a little. But the girl hated having her hair sullied in this way.
She began to shake when she thought they might cut off her hair . That would be worse than driving a knife into her heart. Mary Lynn couldn't bear the thought of them shearing her hair .
"She's all yours," came the voice of the man who had just fucked her tits.
Rolling over on the floor, she managed to see his naked ass vanish through the door, only to be replaced by two more naked men, both wearing the same type of black silk masks on their faces. Their pricks were naked and standing stiffly at attention.
"No, not again," she pleaded. "Don't do it to me again!"
"I hate sloppy seconds," said one of the men. "But if that's what we got to do to get into the fraternity, let's go to it."
Hope flared in the girl's mind. They were pledging the fraternity. They were in the same boat she was - a1most. Maybe she could talk them out of doing whatever they'd been told to do to her.
"Please, listen to me. I don't know what they said about all this, but I'm not doing this wil1inigly. I'm a pledge to a sorority and they're using me as some kind of sex slave. They've raped me and beat me until I'm black and blue all over."
"Looks pretty and blonde to me," one of the pledges said.
As he studied her trim lush body, his prick jerked up even harder. She guessed he was having a hard time keeping from jetting off just looking at her naked body.
"Let me go!"
"They said she'd try to lie her way out of it. But look, it seems like her boobs were fucked, not her cunt or asshole. We don't have to get sloppy seconds, after all."
"Don't you hear me?" she cried. "I don't want you to do this to me. I want you to let me go. I want the police!"
"Sure is persuasive. Maybe she's in theater arts," said the other man, stroking his prick with some of the butter left in the dish. "But they said to ignore her, no matter what she claimed."
"On your feet. We're gonna show you a good time," said the freshman.
He lifted her with ease and waited until Mary Lynn got her feet under her . She was weak and rubbery in the knees but managed to stand unaided. And then she saw what was in store for her.
The man with the butter all over his cock moved swiftly behind her and shoved his rigid prick between her asscheeks. She felt the greased fuck-stick at her ass-ring. She tensed in reaction, but the slippery butter greased him too well to keep him from fucking far into her asshole.
She screamed and would have collapsed if the man in front of her hadn't caught her. He held her upright with his strong hands under her shoulders. Her tits heaved up and down, and the man obviously lusted greatly for her. He bent forward and kissed each of her nipples.
The softness of his lips made her breath come even faster. The hard cock in her shitter ~ed stroking easily in and out. She muttered and tried to pull away. The man standing& in front of her bit down hard on one of her nipples.
The pain reminded her she was at their mercy - and that they had no mercy. These two had obviously been lied to. They believed she was willingly doing this. They were only pledges for the fraternity, but she knew the ones to blame. Morgana and Angela were no doubt nearby, watching everything that went on. Maybe they were even taking pictures to remind them later of the horrors they had committed.
"Stop it. . . stop, please!" she sobbed. Her entire body heaved with the intensity of her emotion.
But the girl was being robbed of any real determination by the way the cock reamed out her ass. It drilled in and then stirred around in her bowels, hot and hard and exciting. She didn't like to admit it, but the cock turned her on. She had to have more.
When she shoved her ass back to meet an incoming stroke, she felt her ass pressing passionately into the man's hairy crotch. The feel of all that pubic bush against her whipped and fucked ass got her off.
She couldn't even begin to control the raging emotions in her body now.
The cock slid in and out of her asshole faster and faster. The carnal heat from the fucking set fire to her guts. She shuddered and moaned and tried to get him to stop. The words wouldn't form. Robbed of her will, all the blonde teenager could do was moan incoherently.
"Ummmm . . . oh, so hot!" she cried. "Your cock is so hot in my ass!" The man behind her laughed.
"I told you I was one hell of a backdoor man. I don't like the rim jobs. Give me a good old ass-fucking any day."
"This is a fraternity initiation," said the man in front of Mary Lynn. "No reason she shouldn't get a taste of greek culture, huh?"
They both laughed. But the blonde girl couldn't concentrate on anything but the way that prick reamed out her ass. She tensed as she came. She felt the tight ring of her assho1e clamping down on the man's incoming cock. The feel of her assho1e smashing down on his cock made her come again.
"Ungh!" he grunted. "That's one hell of a hot ass she's got. And tight! But I love it. Shit, do I ever love it!"
His hands rubbed her waist, and his hairy crotch excited her almost as much as his cock did. She shuddered under every single thrust of his cock and then sobbed when he pulled out. She was positive that retreating cock would drag her guts along with it. It poked and prodded and expanded her impossibly tight shit-chute until she was feeling like she was being ripped apart inside.
"Stop it!" she begged. "I can't take any more of it. You're too big inside my ass . . . too big and ...oh ...ohhhh!"
The tremors of orgasm wracking her body increased in intensity and robbed her again of sight and sound. She shrieked as she came, the world shattering to pieces all around her. The girl rode out the fiery winds of climax blazing through her tender body. When she relaxed a little, she felt the long hot cock still fucking powerfully into her ass.
It set her off again.
Mary Lynn bent forward and pressed her forehead into the man's chest in front of her, allowing her ass to shoot back into the other man's crotch. They fit together like pieces of an erotic jigS2w puzzle. She felt the swift fucking cock part her asscheeks and surge into her asshole. It 001lapsed and gave her a second of pain. Then there wasn't anything but erotic joy for her .
She rotated her ass, grinding the soft, white, well-whipped flesh into the man's body. She loved the feel of his crinkly hair against her sensitive ass flesh. That was almost as big a turn-on as his powerful cock fucking far up her asshole.
"More!" she gasped. "Give me more!"
"See how she changes her tune?" the man fucking her ass said.
"I told you she'd love my fucking."
"Hell, man, she hasn't even tried mine yet. What say I climb aboard and give her some of the really good loving."
"Go on," urged the other. "I'm not sure how much more I can take. She sure does pull it out of me. That asshole of hers is too good to be true!"
Mary Lynn heard the words but didn't understand what the men were actually saying. When the man in front of her pushed her body erect and moved her legs farther apart, she thought he was doing it for the man fucking her ass. Then she realized it was because he wanted to sink his prick all the way up her steamy cunt.
She felt the thick head of his cock press between her trembling pussy-lips. Shaking her head and sending out a shimmering curtain of blonde hair as she tried to tell the man to stop, she found speaking increasingly difficult. The way the man behind her fucked, she was unable to do much of anything except experience the deep penetrations and enjoy them.
"Ummm . . . hot pussy," the man said, sinking his cock a full inch into her cunt. "I think this is going to be pretty damn good. And I thought pledging the fraternity was a mistake. This is damn fucking good!"
"Shut up and fuck," said the man behind the girl. "I'm about at the end of my rope. And they told us they wanted everything screwed that could take a cock. I don't know if I can last long enough to have her suck on my prick or not. I'm about to come in her asshole."
"Do it!" cried Mary Lynn. "Let me feel your cum in my asshole!" And then she gasped when the man standing in front drove his cock another inch into her cunt. She couldn't believe the way her guts were being shoved around inside by having two thick pulsating cocks in her body at the same time.
The man up her cunt drove his prick in bal1s deep. She cried out and came at the same time. The feel of both cocks jerking and dancing around in the tightness of her cunt and asshole was indescribable. She wanted to faint from the sensation, but held on.
"No, not both at once!" she gasped. "I can't take it that way. Not both . . . not both!"
"I. . . I think she's right," said the man behind her.
His hands worked an over her asscheeks. stroking and pulling the fleshy half-moons away from his cock. The blonde girl felt as if he would rip them off her body at any second. Her asshole tightened even more around his cock.
"Let's get a rhythm a pattern, then", said the man in front.
His body was crushed hard against Mary Lynn's tits. She felt them flatten and her nipples begin to spring up harder and harder as excited blood pumped into them.
"I'll pull out; you stay in. Let's try that. And then we reverse positions." the man kneading her ass said.
She almost fainted again when the man pulled out slowly from her asshole. She felt hollow inside, empty and deserted in spite of the thick cock still shoved bails-deep up her cunt. Still, the promise of having that cock ass-fuck her again was there. She felt the thick knob throbbing against the tight ring of her shithole.
"Now!"
The prick eased from her dripping twat at the same time the man behind shoved his cock an the way up her asshole. The double fucking made her feel like a seesaw. She moaned and was twisted and turned almost inside out by the team-fucking. She wanted them to flail away at her, fucking her wildly, driving their cocks into her twat and asshole until she came. It made her feel as if she were always missing something.
When the man up her cunt was pausing for a moment, she was empty up her ass. When the man fucking her ass was buried in her clutching shitchute, her pussy felt deserted. Only when both men were halfway in and out did she feel any of the arousal she knew she was capable of experiencing.
"Both at once . . . fuck me at the same time!" she cried.
Her fingers clawed helplessly behind her back. She wanted to grab onto shoulders and pull the man into her body. But trussed up as she was, it wasn't possible. She had to let them fuck her in whatever manner they chose.
"What the hell?" asked one. "Let's pull out the stops and give the lovely little lady what she wants most-both our cocks in her goddamn hot body!"
For an instant she was afraid they were both going to abandon her. She felt one cock twitching and jerking hotly just inside her fluttering pink cuntlips. The other prick in her ass was soon poised with just the head past the tight ring of her anal sphincter. But when they both lunged, she thought she was going to lose her mind.
The rush of their cocks lifted her onto her toes, then finally got her off her feet altogether . She hung suspended between their bodies, held aloft only by their thick virile pricks. This situation couldn't last too long. Both men retreated hastily.
"Shit!" muttered one. "Never thought I could do that. But it was nice. Try it again?" They tried it again and succeeded. Mary Lynn had never felt cocks thrust so far into her body before. Her cunt was as deeply penetrated by prick as any woman's ever could be. The man fucking her pussy wasn't that well hung, but the entire weight of her body sagging down on his shaft did the trick. He buried himself impossibly far up her juicy, clinging cunt.
The man fucking her asshole felt his prick being turned and twisted in the hot confines of her bowels. Running his cock in and out a little, he felt the other man's prick through her thin inner membrane.
"Our cocks are rubbing together through her guts!" he gasped. "That's so damn fucking kinky, I can't believe it. I gotta move faster. Her body's sucking me dry . . . I swear!"
"Try and keep under control, man," cautioned the other. "We're supposed to make this last as long as we can."
"I can't go on! Shit . . . oh. . . oh. . . oh hell!"
The cock in her asshole began to buck around with renewed life. She gasped when she felt him slipping free of her clinging body. When he rammed back into her again, she came. The speed and friction of his fucking . was nice, but having both pricks in her guts at the same time was so different and kinky that she got off on it in a big way.
As her body tensed from her orgasm, the man behind her gasped again. He began fucking wildly, losing control with every thrust. His hips were guiding him now; an technique was gone. He didn't care if the other man was up her cunt or not.
When his hot slimy jism rocketed into her shitter , she came and came and came. The lava-hot jizz did strange things to her . She was tied and helpless. She couldn't do a damn thing to stop him, to guide him, to make him give her what she wanted the most from his prick. All she could do was take the fiery gift of his cum.
His cock flopped from her still clutching asshole. She felt a tiny river of his jism leaking from her butt. He had given her the sexiest enema possible, and it had left her weak and watery inside. But what was better, the man up her pussy was still fucking her with long, strong strokes that rocked her back on her heels.
As long as her hands were securely fastened, she couldn't hang onto the man's body. She was trapped in a precarious position. Luckily, the man who'd just finished reaming out her ass supported her. She felt his strong hands on her shoulders. She was able to lean farther back and keep her legs far apart.
The other man's cock drove straight up her pussy. The searing passage of his cock warmed her even more. She could feel the jism from the buttfucking dribbling down the insides of her thighs. It added to the sensations in her well fucked body.
She came again.
When she recovered enough from her prodigious come, she felt the man's cock inside her cunt beginning to expand. He pressed harder and harder against her already stretched pussy -walls until she was sure he would blow apart inside her like a stick of dynamite.
When he did come, his moans almost deafened her . He grabbed her tits and squeezed down hard on them. He rotated them in huge circles and threatened to rip them off her body with his brutal manhandling. This only pushed up the young girl's desires to the breaking point again. She was getting everything she could possibly hope for. Her tits were crushed into the palms of the man's hands. Her cunt was filled with his hard-driving hot cock. The friction of his cockhead against her twat-walls filled her entire body with a carnal heat that threatened to melt her down.
She came, and her pussy smashed down hard around the buried cock. He gasped, and she felt his response instantly.
His cock spewed forth the hot load. of his jism. Cum flooded her hungrily awaiting snatch. Panting, gasping, she rolled her hips in a wide circle to grind his crotch into hers. She felt his bush stroking the tip of her clit.
This was an it took to keep her poised at that pinnacle of ultimate human sensation. Her come seemed to last for an eternity. When she slowly came down from her sexual high, she was feeling sated for the first time since being trapped in this house.
"Oh, that was great," she sighed.
Opening her blue eyes, she was astounded to find herself alone in the room. Both men had fucked her, gotten their rocks off, and then left.
She was alone again-and her pussy still tingled at the remembered feel of their pricks.
Mary Lynn immediately wanted more cock-lots more. Her pussy drooled and begged for more, but it was an gone.
Again, Morgana and Angela had found a way of giving her hope and then cruelly snatching it from her. She sank to her knees and stared at a blank wall, glassy-eyed. All Mary Lynn could do was wait to see what else they had in store for her .
CHAPTER TEN
Mary Lynn was shaken out of her stupor by Roxanne's crying. She turned and saw the other girl in the far corner of the room. She didn't know if Roxanne had seen everything that had gone on or not. It took all Mary Lynn's strength to heave herself to her feet. Her legs were weak and her knees felt rubbery from the dual fucking she had just received. But she went to her friend's side to comfort her .
"It'll be all right, Roxanne," she said gently, wishing she could reach out and stroke the girl's hair. The brunette locks were still gleaming and shiny and clean. None of the men had come in her hair like they had in Mary Lynn's.
The blonde girl hated the sticky feeling, the way her hair clung together in white-caked ribbons. They could do anything they wanted to her as long as they left her hair alone.
But they didn't. They seemed to realize how much she cherished her waist-long hair.
Mary Lynn tried to think of ways to get back at Morgana and Angela. Nothing came to mind. She looked down at the huddled naked form of her friend and wondered if it was worth it, joining this sorority. She doubted it now. Anything that made her feel this rotten couldn't be a good thing.
She'd had some plus-factors along the way, but they were all too few. She had found that having a man 's prick in her cunt, fucking her, making her a complete woman, was about the best thing in the world. That had surprised her. She had cherished her virginity and had even been afraid of men and their rampant macho wages.
Now she felt she could go out and deal with them better. She was no longer afraid of their cocks. She desired those pricks, she wanted them sunk all the way to the hilt in her cunt and up her ass. It had startled her to find out that she loved having her asshole fucked. The girl had always given her ass just a little twitch and roll when she walked. Having a man's cock plunging all the way up her shitter turned her on more than she could put into words.
Those were the things she loved. Without the initiation, she would probably have put off discovering them for a long, long time. But the rest of the initiation was a crock of shit.
She didn't get off on the pain and the whipping and the way Morgana had systematically degraded her. Mary Lynn blushed a vivid red just thinking about the dog fucking her. That had been so humiliating! Being at the mercy of all the men around here was even more degrading. They used her as if she were a disposable sex object to be fucked and then forgotten.
"Can you get my ropes untied?" she asked Roxanne. "My hands are too numb to get yours undone."
"You're still thinking about escaping?" the brunette asked in surprise. "I got away five times-I thought. Each time, Angela or Morgana was there with that damn whip to punish me. I. . . I can't even try any more, Mary Lynn. They've broken me."
"So untie my hands and let me worry about it," said Mary Lynn, remembering how she had almost escaped, only to find Morgana with the whip in hand. She still felt the lash of the whip on her asscheeks and her back. And whenever she moved, where Angela had struck her across the nipples throbbed with an inner fire that made her feel as if her boobs had been dipped in acid.
"I can't," sobbed Roxanne. "My hands are too numb, too. They tightened the ropes every time they fucked me. And. . . . and I can't even begin to remember how many men have fucked me. They g-g-gang-raped me. . . five or ten or a hundred . . . I don't know."
That was close to the entire pledge group from the fraternity. Mary Lynn wondered if they'd all been told that their fraternity brothers had just hired a whore for their pleasure or if they had guessed that part of the sorority initiation required these pledges to be sexually abused.
It didn't matter. All that counted was the rape and the beating and the stark humiliation heaped on them. Mary Lynn knew that there had to be other girls pledging this sorority in the house. She just hadn't come across any of them. Morgana and Angela seemed intent on keeping Roxanne and her together throughout the pain and shame.
"Are those the ones?" came a husky voice from across the room.
"Yes, they're the ones. Which one do you want?"
"I crave blonde pussy," said the man.
Morgana laughed wickedly. "I thought you would," she- said. "This is our primary pledge. I think she will be one of our most outstanding members."
"I already have an outstanding member," the man said, glancing down past his waist.
His prick had already jerked to a full erection. It quivered and throbbed with lust for blonde pussy.
Mary Lynn sighed when she saw it. At least getting fucked by this man wouldn't be anything she didn't want. It was about the only way she could cheat Morgana of her sadistic pleasure.
"Get the chair and rope," said the man, never taking his eyes off the teenager.
Mary Lynn wished the men wouldn't wear the black silk masks. She wanted to see one of them face to face before she left this horrible place. But the anonymity it gave increased the feeling of helplessness she had, and she knew that w~ the reason Morgana probably insisted on masks for all men.
If Mary Lynn wanted to identify any of the fraternity men later, she would be forced to do it by the feel of their cocks fucking her cunt or asshole. She doubted if that kind of evidence would stand up in court.
"What are you doing?" she demanded of Morgana. This was the first time she had seen one of the men order the tall sandy-haired girl around. Morgana had willingly gone to get two of the straight-backed wooden chairs and a long length of rope.
"You're going to find out. Up on the chair, cunt!" she said.
Mary Lynn saw no reason to fight either of them off. The man's bulky muscles told her it would be futile. And Morgana could get the whip and force her onto the chair eventually. In spite of herself, Mary Lynn found she had a grudging respect for the tall woman. That girl could use the whip so expertly, it never left more than a painful red welt. Already the places where she had been beaten were cooling off and vanishing. By morning there wouldn't be a single sign that she had been abused by a whip.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just stand there, without falling off." She positioned one foot on each chair. It was about the easiest thing they had required her to do. Even running behind the car in the six-inch spiked heels had been more difficult. Mary Lynn shook her head when the man joined her on the chairs and shoved his cock between her legs.
She kept her thighs pressed closely together. Let him make a swift fucking motion and fall on his ass, she thought. She wasn't going to cooperate any more than she had to. Keeping her own balance was her first priority. As long as her hands were tied behind her back, she had to be careful. It wasn't possible for her to reach out and break her fall.
"The rope," the man said.
Mary Lynn waited for the man to tie them together at the waist. She had it all figured out. He was going to rope them together and then fuck her. If she came too hard it might throw them both onto the floor. But a fall from the height of a chair seat wasn't going to be fatal.
Then she screamed in stark terror when she felt where he actually put the rope. It went around her neck in a tight noose. He looped the other end over a beam in the ceiling. Morgana fetched the free end and securely tied it to a steel rod buried in the wall.
If Mary Lynn slipped, she would hang herself.
"No, you can't kill me! Please don't do this. Don't let Morgana talk you into hanging me! Please . . . please don't let her do it!"
The man laughed harshly. " As long as you just stand there, nothing's going to happen to you. Just be a good girl and take all the cock you can, and it's going to be just great for both of us."
His hips levered forward and drove his cock f1rlnly between her clenched thighs. She felt the hot shaft of his prick pressing into the trembling flesh of her legs and then burrow into her cunt. The girl clenched her thighs even more tightly together . The man sighed with pleasure. He showed her he was more interested in the hot quagmire of her pussy when his plum-tipped cock smashed hard against her delicately scalloped cuntlips. She felt weak in the knees again, but she didn't dare sag down, not with the rope so tight around her neck.
"Take the rope off, please!" she pleaded. "I. . . I'll do anything you want, but don't fuck me with the rope around my neck."
"Of course you'll do anything he wants," chided Morgana, watching intently. "You'll do anything any of us command, because this is your initiation into the sorority."
"I hate you!" the blonde teenager flared." And I'll never join your goddamn bunch of cunts! I'd never lower myself that far!"
Morgana laughed bitterly. "Don't be too sure. After you've passed all the tests, you'll think differently."
"Never!"
"Never is a long time. I bet that this time next year , you and I will be coming into this room side by side to initiate a new group of pledges. I bet anything on that."
"Never," said Mary Lynn again, feeling the man's prick nudge even closer to her cunthole.
With just the blunt tip of his fuck-stick inside her pussy, she was still in control. Her pussy leaked its thick fluid and told the man how aroused she was, but she refused to give in. As long as she could keep her legs pressed tightly together, she didn't have to let his prick come racing into her snatch.
She didn't know how long she could stand up under that. She might twist and fall off the chair if the fucking got really hot. The girl wanted to live, if only to spite Morgana. The tall girl's only thrill in this sadistic ritual was humiliating her pledges. Mary Lynn wanted to rob her of as much of that pleasure as possible.
But right now it hardly seemed she would succeed.
Mary Lynn's legs parted slightly when she felt the hot battering ram of prick nudge even deeper into her cunt. Her pussy-lips fluttered around the man's cock and she lost some of her determination. It was possible to keep her muscles tense only so long.
Worry about the rope around her neck was even more potent than keeping the man from fucking her. The cock shot up her cunt. It seemed to hang up just inside the flaps of her pussy-lips. She gasped and turned enough to almost lose her footing. But the movement was enough to free the man's cock and allow it to rocket all the way into her cunt.
"Nooooo" she whined.
"Give it to her. . . fast. . . hard!" commanded Morgana. "She really loves cock. She is just a little hesitant about asking for it. A shy girl, you understand."
"A shy girl. . . hell!" the man said. "She's got the tightest cunt I ever felt wrapped around my cock. With a pussy like hers, she could have men lined up longer than the lines to get gasoline."
Mary Lynn blinked her eyes and saw the smirk on Morgana's face. The bitch enjoyed watching such stark degradation-and the threat of possible death along with the fucking.
The blonde teenager sobbed bitterly. The wracking shudders assailing her tender young body made her tits bob and bounce. In spite of everything, she felt her nipples beginning to stiffen. The hard little nubbins of erectile flesh actually throbbed with desire.
Or was it desire? She was being choked by the rope around her neck. It was cutting off her circulation, and that made the rest of her body take all the blood that wasn't flowing to her brain. She might be turned on just by the cut in her blood flow.
There wasn't any denying the effect it had on her tits. Those mountains of tit flesh quivered and throbbed with arousal. She hated her body for responding to the man like this. And she hated herself even more for getting into such a position. The rope chaffed the tender skin around her neck. Her breathing was tortured.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot to keep from choking herself more on the rope. As the girl did so, the man began fucking hard and fast into her cunt. The motion of his fucking upset her. His strong hands caught her and kept her from hanging.
"That's once," he said. "Don't count on twice. Besides, if I get my rocks off, I might not even notice you falling off the chair."
She lifted herself up to tiptoe to ease some of the tension in the rope. It helped for only a few seconds. Then the muscles in her legs began to knot and pain her. She had to sink back down flatfooted to the chairs.
The man's cock drove even deeper into her cunt. She loved the feel of his cock working against the walls of her pussy. The heat from his hard fucking cock warmed her and spread like melted butter throughout her belly. The warm puddling in her loins told her that she was building up for a huge come. It terrified her.
If she thrashed around from her orgasm, she might fling herself off the chair and hang herself. It would be suicide, but with a vengeance. She would die in the throes of orgasm!
"No. . . stop it! Don't do it any more. Stop fucking, dammit. You'll kill me if you keep going!"
The man was panting harshly. and she felt his cock beginning to swell in the depths of her juicy cunt. There was no stopping him now. His balls had contracted into a tight little sphere and the pressure pushed him to ram as hard and as fast as possible into her clutching hot wet pussy.
She felt his thrusts and warmed to them. She hated the feelings of orgasm inside her now. The sexual tensions that she had relished before might now kill her. When she felt the chairs slowly slipping apart on the wooden floor, she panicked.
With that panic came a climax. She shrieked out her horror and joy at the same time. The chairs continued to move apart slowly, but the man fucking her pussy never slowed his headlong pace. The friction of his cockhead against her tender convulsing cuntwalls increased.
"Stop!" she bellowed. She tried to call out more but the knot of the rope around her neck choked it off. She felt the rope tightening as the chairs slid farther and farther apart. The man fucked even deeper into her pussy as it compressed around his cock.
With the spurt of his jism, she came again. The fountaining prick continued to fuck her pussy until there wasn't any more cum left in his balls. He fell out of her cunt, flaccid and spent for the time being.
The girl's feet frantically worked to keep the chairs from slipping even farther apart. She failed. The chairs inched apart until she was almost doing the splits. She wished she had been able to shift both her feet to one chair, but the impact of his cock on her tight pussy had prevented it.
Now it was too late.
The girl's feet slipped totally from the chairs and she fell, the rope cutting into her neck.
She faced death, but it never came. The rope hadn't been securely tied around the iron rod buried in the wall. The end came loose as she fell and ended up in a quivering, crying, demoralized wreck on the floor .
All Mary Lynn could hear , over her own sobs, was the demoniacal laughter of Mor2aDa. The woman had won still another round.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The rope felt as if it were made of lead. Mary Lynn could barely lift her head. She moaned softly, fighting to hold .back even more tears. She failed. The tears flowed down her cheeks. The nearness of death had shaken her more than anything else Morgana had done to her .
She heard the mocking laughter and it made her frightened and angry at Morgana and the man who had fucked her on the chairs and at Angela and the entire world.
"Dammit!" the blonde girl flared. "How can you be this sadistic? How can you do something like this to me?"
"It's part of the initiation. And there is one final ritual we must go through before you become a full member of the sorority."
"Fuck the sorority!" May Lynn raged. "I just want the hell out of here!"
"You shouldn't swear like that. It's not nice," chided Morgana. The mocking tone she used made Mary Lynn feel even smaller, even more insignificant. To the tan girl, she was nothing. She was something to be used for a moment's thrill and nothing more.
Mary Lynn tossed her head and got some of the cum-soaked hair out of her eyes. She hated Morgana like she'd never hated anyone before. The trick with the rope had been the worst of all. As she had fallen off the chairs she had been sure she would hang herself. The feel of the rough strands of the rope around her neck still reminded her of what had happened.
"Get the rope off me," she said between clenched teeth. "Get it off!"
"No, my dear, I won't. You see, you have said nasty things about the sorority. I'm used to things being said about me. As a pledge sister I've come to expect it. But about the sorority-no. You must be disciplined further."
"I wish I could do to you what you've done to me," said Mary Lynn, staring up at the sandy haired girl. Their eyes locked and for a moment. Mary Lynn felt stronger. But Morgana wore her down and she turned her eyes away. There wasn't any way she could fight Morgana and win. The other girl had an the trump cards.
Morgana took the1oose end of the rope and tugged gently. "Come along, cunt. You've got some sucking to do. Maybe that'll occupy your mouth and keep you from saying an those bad words."
"Fuck you!" snapped Mary Lynn, and she instantly regretted it. Morgana pulled hard on the rope and she almost choked. The rope braded her neck and raised even a bigger red welt than falling had. Morgana pulled her along like a dog on a leash.
A dog!
The thought of being fucked again by an animal raced through her mind. She recoiled in horror. She couldn't bear that again - or any of the other terrible things they had done to her. The girl's soft white flesh was criss-crossed with ugly welts from the black leather whip. She could even now remember the intense pain she had gotten from each and every lash.
She had worn out Angela, but that was little consolation. Her body had taken the brunt of the punishment. All the way from a ruptured cherry to the mock hanging, she had taken more abuse than she'd thought humanly possible.
And now they wanted to do even more to her .
"No!" she cried. "Kill me. . . do whatever you want. But I won't go along with you any more."
"Kill you? Our star pledge? You're the one with the most potential. No, this is the last act. All you have to do is get through it and you're a full member of Gamma Delta Iota."
Mary Lynn didn't know whether to believe Morgana or not. The girl hadn't lied before. She had been honest about her sadistic impulses. But Mary Lynn wasn't sure she wanted to be a part of any sorority that had initiations as brutal as this.
And yet she did. Something inside her said that all this pain and suffering shouldn't go for nothing. If she got into the sorority, she could work to change all this. She could make the initiations fun instead of torture. But could she survive still another encounter?
She didn't know.
Morgana didn't give her time to think about it. The rope around her neck tightened and she was yanked toward the door. She stumbled and smashed heavily into the wall, almost knocking the wind out of her. Blinking rapidly and panting she stared into the next room. Lined up were a dozen men, their cocks in various stages of erection. The first few were totally erect. The ones farther down the line were half-erect. At the far end of the line, their cocks were hanging limp.
"Suck all of them off."
The command came cold and impersonal, as if Morgana had asked for the evening newspaper. Mary Lynn recoiled. She didn't want to suck on any cocks. She didn't like it. And what they were going to do to her while she was doing it remained to be seen. Angela, With her whip, was nearby. Morgana picked up the impossibly long dildo. She might fuck Mary Lynn from behind while she sucked at their pricks. But could she refuse?
The rope around her neck settled the issue for her. Choking, turning blue from lack of air as the rope tightened even more, Mary Lynn staggered into the room and dropped to her knees in front of the first hard-on.
The man's cock jerked and danced just inches in front of her face. She hesitated. Morgana's hand shoved her mouth down onto the prick. Mary Lynn almost gagged as the man's cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and then plunged all the way down her throat. Just swallowing pressed her throat hotly around the most sensitive portion of his prick. The sudden jerking of his huge fuck-stick told her that he was about to come. She pulled back enough to get the first spurt of cum against her lips. He fountained his jism as she sucked on his prick.
She heard a male voice behind her! "Only fifteen seconds. Send him out for the final initiation. He didn't do that well. He should have lasted longer."
Mary Lynn thought that might get her off the hook. It didn't. The hand moved her head along and a second cock was thrust between her lips. But she was learning. If she could suck off all the men in record time, this might be all she had to do. That would make her a member of the sorority and free her from the torture.
She gulped hard when she felt the whip lash across her back.
"Suck faster. We have a bet with them. We said you could get all their pledges off in record time. Do it!"
The lash hit her across the back again. Mary Lynn bucked up and rammed her lips down around the man's cock. He moaned softly and his prick stiffened even more. She sucked. She sucked so hard she thought his guts must be about ready to come out his piss-slit. Her tongue whirled around and pressed into all the right places. In less than two minutes, she had another mouthful of cum.
She was pushed along to the next man. This time she didn't get one cock in her mouth but two. The men started face-fucking her with eager deep thrusts. She could barely get both pricks into her mouth at the same time. The blonde's tongue switched from one prick to the other in an attempt to stimulate both pricks.
She cried out when Morgana rammed the dildo into her cunt. Angela kept swinging that whip with rhythmic force against her unprotected back. She was being used again in the worst way possible. Her cunt was being violated by the plastic dildo and she was getting more and more pain from the whipping. And worst of all was the taste of the men's cocks. She could have come to like it if she hadn't been forced to suck on them.
"Suck harder. We only have a few minutes left before they win. ' ,
Mary Lynn didn't know if that was Morgana or Angela talking. It didn't matter. The pain and suffering all mixed together inside her to make her want to get this over with as soon as possible. If obeying them would do it, she would obey.
One of the cocks pressing so hotly into her mouth began to jerk and twitch. She knew this man was about to come. But she was forced to make a decision. Should she cast the cock out of her mouth now that she was sure he going to come and stuff in another cock? If she did that, he could come in her hair . But she had to finish him off quickly.
The bucking cock was shoved from her mouth by the darting pink tip of her tongue. Just as the huge fuck-stick left her lips, it erupted a steady stream of creamy jism. It blasted into her hair and ran down her face. The thick jism mingled with her tears.
She was ashamed of what was being done to her. She had been hanged and raped and men had come in her face and hair . The blonde didn't know how much more of this she could put up with.
The whip told her how much more. She would do anything to stop that whip and the hard fucking dildo that reamed out her juicy twat. She felt tremors of desire building inside her trim lush body and hated herself for responding like this. But she couldn't help it. The movement of the dildo inside her aroused cunt only added to her excitement.
She sucked harder on the prick remaining in her mouth. This produced still another stream of jizz. It smeared all over her taste buds. The salty, acrid taste got to her .
But she didn't have time to savor it. She had to move on to a cock that wasn't stiff at all. The limp worm was shoved into her mouth. The girl began lightly gnawing on its length, teasing and coaxing it up until it throbbed with virile life.
"Shit, I didn't think I could get another boner tonight. This chick's a wizard with the mouth!"
"Face-fuck her!" came a command from another part of the room.
The man's hips began moving with the slow rhythmic motion that matched the beating of the whip. Mary Lynn found herself caught up in a triangle of forces. The whip lashing her back beat in time to the cock fucking her face. Morgana used the dildo to perfection, being just a half-thrust away from either of the other motions.
Cunt and mouth filled, her back screaming in agony, Mary Lynn came. The pain and pleasure mixed in her body again in ways she couldn't understand.
Then she tasted cum again. The man's prick exploded like a stick of dynamite. She wondered about these guys and how little it took to get them off. She began to feel superior to them. But the pain always returned whenever she thought that.
"Suck!"
She sucked until her lips were chapped. Mary Lynn didn't remember how many men's cocks she took into her mouth or how many came in her face. More came all over her hair . She was reduced to a quivering, crying, beaten pulp by the end of the evening.
Hearing Morgana proudly declare, "You passed, Mary Lynn. Welcome to the sorority!" was hardly payment enough for all the abuse she had taken that night.
Stripped naked and dressed like a whore, forced to run through the streets like that, raped and her virginity stolen, fucked up the ass, made to suck off men by the dozens, almost hanged, forced to watch a dog fucking her best friend and then the dog fucking her , the lesbian lovemaking, the whipping-all of it came crashing down on her.
But she was a member of Gamma Delta Iota now and she was entitled to be a pledge sister next year. She vowed it would be different-lots different. No matter what Morgana said, it would be easier for the next year's group of pledges. She would see to that.
* * *
"All right, bitches," the blonde girl snapped. "Get naked. I want to see nothing but tits and ass and pussy in ten seconds."
When they didn't obey quickly enough, Mary Lynn used the long ugly black whip on them.
She had been practicing. She wasn't as good as Angela, who had taught her, but she didn't leave much in the way of permanent wounds. She watched as the new pledges jumped and yelped as the whip lashed their firm taut young asses.
Desire flared in Mary Lynn's body. She felt her pussy begin to cream at the thought of what she would do to these nubile young things, ever so innocent and just begging to be members of the sorority.
Turning to Roxanne, she asked, "What first?"
"We can do the hanging bit. . . or do you want to get the dog and let it have at a nice pussy first?"
"The dog," said Mary Lynn, her blue eyes sparkling at the thought. "Definitely get the dog and let it fuck them." She prepared the first of the girls to get fucked by the dog.
It wasn't different this year than it had been before. If anything, Mary Lynn and Roxanne had thought up even more diabolical initiations. Morgana and Angela watched and chuckled. It was always like this, they thought.
Mary Lynn dragged the dog up to the horrified young girl strapped helpless to the table and let the dog begin fucking the virgin cunt. Mary Lynn laughed with joy when she saw the dog prick vanish between the cuntlips. She even ran her finger up the dog's asshole to urge him on. It was never any different-from one year to the next.
