Three weeks later, Karen lay on her bed at the boarding school, 
thinking about what had happened to her after she had left the 
headmistress's office.  She had had to go to the nurse to get the 
vibrator removed from her ass, and she blushed at the remembrance, 
remembering how she was told to lean over the back of the chair while the 
nurse reached inside her with a metal device.  When she had returned to 
her room, Su Lee was not there, and when she did return, wouldn't speak 
to her.  Karen badly wanted to tell her friend that she didn't want to do 
what she had done, but she had been forced to; she wanted to tell her it 
would be all right, that they could stick it out together; but Su Lee 
merely curled up into a ball on her bed and ignored her.  Karen felt 
awful, but there seemed nothing she could do.  What surprised her most 
was that, for the first time, other of her classmates stopped by to talk 
to her.  She remembered how wary they all were, and how they looked at Su 
Lee with pity.  She remembered how each one empathized with her, and let 
hints drop about how things worked at the school, and what her role was.  
Her spirits were bouyed by these visits, and she felt a growing sympathy 
with the rest of the underclasswomen at the school.
	She learned that the original headmistress of the Convenant 
School for girls had had a son who was a member of Delta Sigma Pi.  It 
had apparently been his idea to turn the school into his own and his 
fraternity brothers' private harem, and got his mother to agree.  They 
then began setting up the social structure they had now:  first they 
approached the more sadistic and easily influenced teaching faculty and 
convinced them of the benefits of having a whole school of young cunts at 
their disposal.  They then picked out several of the senior girls who 
were especially cruel, and subtly encouraged them to dominate the rest of 
the student body.  Following the sly suggestions of faculty, and 
receiving absolute support from them, these girls brutalized the entire 
school, offering admission to their clique only to other seniors, and 
some juniors--the alternative to being with them was to be against them.  
Eventually they began actually torturing those girls who they disliked, 
or who did not jump when they wanted them to.  It was a short step from 
there to sexual domination.
	At first the school had trouble keeping these activities from 
reaching the parents, but by imposing what was essentially a police state 
at the school, they managed, until there was no thought of escape, since 
there was no hope.  At this point they were ready for the next step--the 
introduction of the members of Delta Sigma Pi to these sexual games.  It 
wasn't hard, since by this time the seniors were wallowing in their 
sexual domination of the underclasswomen.  They knew that nothing was 
more humiliating and degrading than rape, so, at the suggestion of 
faculty, brought over rapists.  This act broke most of the 
underclasswomen, and no more resistance was made; most accepted their 
lot, holding the hope that when they were seniors they would be able to 
revenge themselves on the younger generation.
	The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep the senior 
girls from getting out of line.  It was simple:  they would 
occassionally, maybe once a week, choose a senior girl who had displeased 
them in some way, and tortured and sexually degraded her.  Long before 
this stage though, the faculty who were not willing to play along were 
dismissed, and more amiable teachers were hired.  Everything was pretty 
much set now; the only thing that was needed was to codify the rules the 
faculty had instituted.
	The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would have 
unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted.  The members of Delta 
Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of the sophmores or freshmen.  The 
seniors had the same priveleges as the Fraternity.  The juniors were a 
special case:  they were free from everyone except the faculty at the 
school, yet they had no priveleges with the underclasswomen.  There was 
an arrangement, though, where a junior could become a slave of a senior, 
who would then allow her to use, at the senior's descretion, any of the 
underclasswomen.  Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and 
then the day after pill, took care of that; the day after pill was a 
godsend, since it did not artificially mature the young girls like the 
pill did, leaving them their girlish selves.
	She also learned something about the personalities who were 
presently at the school.  Ms. Samantha Kane, she learned, was reasonable, 
if sexually demanding.  Paul, her secretary, was a bit of a sadist, and 
played favorites.  His favorite, and the favorite of most of the faculty, 
was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of.  She practically ran the school, 
getting everything she wanted, but the girls were most afraid of the girl 
Ingrid had taken under her wing, Mercedes.  Mercedes was a true sadist, 
delighting in bringing pain to the underclasswomen.  The faculty, over 
the years, had been weeded out to all hardcore dykes.  Some of them were 
nicer than others, but they all liked to dominate the girls.
	The social politics at the school grew out of the fact that the 
girls were expected to maintain their grades, limiting the amount of time 
the underclasswomen could be put to sexual use.  Animosities would grow 
over a favorite freshman or sophmore, and the underclasswomen usually got 
caught in the battles between the seniors.  The sophmores were used to 
the setup, and even enjoyed it to a degree.  They made sure to make 
friends with a junior or two, so when they advanced a grade, they could 
make a deal.  Also, in their role as sympathizers with the incoming 
freshmen, most of whom were traumatized by the attention paid them, they 
found girls ripe for seduction.  The freshmen adjusted after the first 
few weeks, when they realized there was nothing they could do about it.
	She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee.  Su Lee had 
refused to move from her bed for two straight days, not going to class, 
not eating, not speaking.  They had carried her away a day later, and 
Karen had not seen her since.  From what she could gather, they had taken 
her to the D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept her drugged and tied in an 
underground room, where anyone could come down and use her as they 
pleased.  Hard cases, and cases like Su Lee, who just couldn't come to 
terms with their predicament, were sent for either breaking or 
desensitation.  After a month of being tied in a drug haze, being fucked 
almost constantly in one manner or another, they usually returned quite 
docile, willing to do anything.  
	Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to think about 
it much.  Her schoolwork increased, and she, being new, became an 
instant, if temporary, favorite.  She was taught cunningless until she was 
a pro, and found that there were endless ways her body could be made to 
orgasm.  The few men from the frat who came over and used her were the 
best though, and every time she was penetrated she thought about how much 
better the real thing really was.  Two times a week she and a few 
freshmen were driven over to the frat house and taught how to please a 
man.  Not only did she suck and deep-throat countless men, and learn how 
to move her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep a man on the edge of orgasm, etc., 
she also learned how to flirt.  She learned to be an innocent flirt, a 
haughty, take-me flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she learned what to 
say to turn different men on, and what to do.  She learned how to act 
during the sex act:  astonished and pleased, scared, wanton, a 
combination of those.  She learned what to wear and how to walk.  Most 
important of all, she was taught how to reach orgasm, until with even 
the slightest stimulation, whether pleasure or pain, she could come.
	She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all though.  Each 
nerve wracking orgasm held it's own satisfaction, but a part of her mind 
still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before some man, or 
on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was buried in her ass, or 
lying on her back while she licked at another woman's vagina, or bound in 
some byzantine way and beaten and teased until she screamed in release.  
Most of all this part of her mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way 
she degraded herself before these abusers, the way her body danced to 
their manipulations, coming again and again.  Deep down it made her feel 
ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed bitch 
who cared only about getting off.  At the same time she secretly relished 
what was being done to her, and her qualms just seem to add a tingle of 
excitement to everything.  She wasn't quite resigned to her fate, but she 
knew she was close.

********************

	Su Lee returned a few days later, a brokenspirited girl shambling 
around, doing what she was told.  She wouldn't speak to Karen, wouldn't 
speak to anyone; she did her schoolwork and she answered the demands of 
her superiors, but that was it.  Karen was kept busy with her own 
schoolwork and other responsibilities, but she was still hurt by Su Lee's 
reticence.  Over the next couple of weeks, she discovered Mercedes' 
interest in Su Lee.  In fact, Mercedes' was practically the only one who 
used Su Lee.  The other girls whispered it was because Su Lee _hated_ 
what was being done to her, and used her passivity as a weapon against 
her tormentors.  Mercedes saw this as a challenge, and delighted in 
turning her body against her, making her orgasm.  She videotaped every 
session she had with Su Lee, and made the girl watch herself be abused 
over and over.  She even kept photos of Su Lee at the moment of orgasm, 
using them to further torment her.  Karen remembered seeing some of the 
pictures, each one revealing Su Lee's orgasm in the expression on her 
face, the still life straining of her body, her spasms frozen on film.
	There was one picture of Su Lee hanging by her ankles from the 
ceiling, her slender legs tied together at ankle, knee, and thigh, her 
arms strapped behind her back, her long black hair cascading to the 
ground.  Whip marks covered her body, and two large, vicious clamps were 
fastened about her nipples, but the photo showed her mouth open in a 
silent cry, her body tensed, just beginning to jackknife at the waist, 
the rope leaning back at a slight diagonal, obviously jerked there by Su 
Lee's thrashing.  Mercedes had labeled it "Vibrator Ecstacy".  Another 
picture showed Su Lee hogtied and rolled awkwardly onto her back, all her 
weight resting on her arms.  Her head was laying back and a ring gag held 
her mouth wide.  Multiple streams of urine coming from the naked bottom 
halves of men splattered against her body, little sprays bouncing from 
her glistening ivory teeth, her small, hard nipples, her flat, narrow 
stomach, her thighs and her legs.  A small, womanly hand held a fire 
poker plunged into Su Lee's cunt, Su Lee's body blanched, tense and 
arched to meet the invading poker.  Mercedes called this one "Stoking the 
Fire".  She had complete video tapes of these scenes, but carried the 
pictures so that she could show whomever she wanted whenever she wanted.
	Karen understood her friend's horror, but wished she wouldn't be 
so stubborn.  If she only gave in, accepted Mercedes' attentions instead 
of resisting her, Mercedes would lose interest in her.  Hey, she herself 
had had plently of horrible experiences, but she wasn't going to let it 
keep her down.  She learned and thought all these things in a little over 
a month, managing to keep her grades up throughout it.  Then she learned 
she had been picked to be prey in the Hunt.
	She stood at the setting of the sun at the southern edge of the 
forest which stretched across the northern side of the school.  She was 
wearing only a pair of sandels laced up to mid calf, her pleated, plaid 
skirt, and her white school blouse.  She shivered in the cold, goosebumps 
all over her body, her nipples hard rocks beneath her blouse.  She stood 
among four other girls:  Su Lee was there, stoic and seemingly uncaring; 
Andrea, a young doe eyed french girl with long blond hair and a boyish 
figure, stood, freezing, with her arms across her small chest; Kelly, a 
large curvy girl, plump in all the right places, squatted on the ground, 
looking scared; and Diana, a tall, dark haired girl with classic southern 
european features, well formed and knowing it, stared defiantly at the 
group of thirty D.S.P. members standing just twenty feet away from them, 
some holding hunting dogs tightly on leashes.
	Karen had found out that the hunt had become a tradition carried 
from the earliest days of the school, when fraternity members had to hunt 
down real runaways before they could escape.  Now, the frat voted on 
their five favorite girls, and all the college juniors and seniors gave 
them a ten minute head start and then chased them down, the first to 
catch each one got dibs.  The girls were then carried back to the frat 
house for a weekend of debauchery.  She also found out there were 
rewards:  if any girl managed to make it to the road eight miles distant, 
or make it to the frat house without getting caught, that girl 
immediately gained senior status for her entire stay at the school.
	Karen started as the command to begin was bellowed, and turned 
and dashed into the woods.  She ran straight into the woods, quickly 
loosing sight of the other girls among the trees.  She started to pace 
herself, figuring in her mind...ten minutes...six miles per hour...I can 
make about one mile...only seven left to the road...could never make 
the frat house...I'll have to slow down a bit...rest...can't keep this up 
forever....   She had planned to make a straight run for the road; she 
was in good shape, strong, and if she could outdistance the other girls, 
the guys would waste time with them.  Her legs flashed beneath her as she 
ran, and she felt her muscles working in her thighs, in her stomach, in 
her back.  Her arms pumped, and her eyes searched the way ahead for 
obstacles.  Cold air bit into her lungs, to be expelled in a warm 
breath.  Adrenaline began to pump through her, and an exhilarating 
feeling rushed over her:  she was flying through the woods, her body the 
furnace powering the engine of her legs, spreading warmth and wellbeing 
through her.  She felt like crying out in joy; she felt like she could 
run forever.
	About twenty minutes later, her elation, as well as her 
adrenaline rush, had worn off, and she was leaning against a tree, 
panting, feeling the chill of approaching night on her sweat dampened 
skin.  She heard the sound of dogs behind her, she didn't know how close, 
but she knew they couldn't be that close.  Straightening up, she began 
walking as quickly as she could toward the unseen road, and victory.  She 
walked like that for what seemed forever, occassionally breaking into a 
trot, her apprehension growing as the sounds of pursuit increased.  She 
must have traveled five miles, she thought, she was so close.  Five miles 
in no more than an hour...they couldn't be that close...if it wasn't 
longer than an hour...just keep going...run...run.  She was feeling 
pretty good, but couldn't do more than a brisk walk for any length of 
time...and she wasn't sure she was going in the right direction...she may 
have veered off the the right somewhere...she had to keep running 
though...it was pretty dark now...made it hard to see...slowed her down.
	Twenty minutes later she looked back, fearful at the growing 
sounds of pursuit, the baying dogs and the call of voices back and forth, 
and saw the light of flashlights being playing among the trees.  
Adrenaline instantly surged through her, and she bolted away among the 
trees, panic gripping her.  She could barely see, though, dark as it was, 
and slowed, her heart racing wildly.  Suddenly a beam of light caught 
her, and she blinked, frozen, temperarily blinded, then she began to 
run.  "There she is" she heard someone yell, and suddenly she felt a 
surge of people close on her, the exposing light now fixed on her, now 
bobbing before her, now behind.  She heard scurrying in the underbrush 
behind her and something cannoned into the back of her thighs, knocking 
her from her feet.  She landed heavily in the dirt and began rolling 
across the ground as canine teeth nipped at her, canine bodies swarmed 
around and over her.  Her arms covered her face as fear and panic 
overtook her, the growling of the dogs and the play of the flashlights 
disorienting her.
	Hands grabbed her, pulled her up from the press of dogs.  She 
squinted into the blurred faces of six young men, all panting and 
grinning and laughing.  They dragged her, struggling and kicking and 
screaming, her head thrashing her hair wildly about her head, and slammed 
her hips over a large fallen log.  She hung there, still struggling, the 
bark of the log tearing into the tender flesh of her stomach as they 
ripped off her cloths, until she lay there, as if over someone's lap, 
completely naked and exposed.
	Everything was a madhouse around her:  the lights zigging her, 
zagging there, the laughter and catcalls of the boys, and the curious 
snuffling noses of the dogs.  "Hey," she heard in a daze, "Caesar caught 
her, Caesar should have first shot!"
	Answering calls of "Ya!", "Let Caesar fuck her", "Goddamn slut", 
"Bet she gets off", echoed through her head as she felt a furry weight 
land on her buttocks, and a narrow, slimy _thing_ slide into her cunt.
	"Noooooooo!" she screamed, feeling the dog's paws lock around her 
waist and the dog's hips begin crashing into her buttocks, sliding its 
slippery penis in and out of her pussy.  She struggled and cried, trying 
to buck the animal off of her, but strong hands held her down.  The dog 
quickly finished, and she trembled as she felt its hot seed gush deep 
into her.  The animal was pulled quickly off of her and she felt a man's 
cock drive deep inside her now lubricated sheath.  Rough hands grabbed 
her hips and pulled her ass back to meet the driving phallus, dragging 
her stomach and breasts across the rough bark.  The chase, the lights, 
the dog, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, all overpowered 
her, sending her into a daze.  The world whirled around her and all that 
was left were the sensations assaulting her body.
	Her stomach and breasts chaffing against rough bark, tearing at 
her tender skin; strong hands gripping the top of her hips, squeezing and 
kneeding and pulling; hips slamming against her buttocks, driving her 
clitorus painfully into the log, sending brief flashes of overwhelming 
sensation through her body; a large dick stretching her cunt wide, 
churning her insides up, sending a warm, melting feeling through her; 
someone grabbing her hair, pulling her head up, shoving their cock into 
her mouth and down her throat.  Buffetted back and forth between two 
pistoning cocks, bent naked over a log, pandamonium surrounding her, she 
shuddered and came.
	The cock in her mouth slammed again into her throat, sending a 
shock of pain to mingle among the awful scraping across her front, the 
pain crashing into the overwhelming sensation of painful ecstacy 
radiating from her groin, and she came again.  She came as she felt seed 
shoot into her stomach, and again as another cock forced its way past her 
anus, sending tingling pain through her body.  She came when warm come 
squirted down her throat, and when another cock forced its way into her 
mouth and down her through.  She came and came and came.  She couldn't 
stop coming, not when each guy took a second turn with her, not when they 
set the dogs loose on her, not when they shoved a thick branch up her 
cunt, sending splinters driving into her tender flesh.  She was a 
flopping, jerking, coming piece of meat for she didn't know how long, and 
when she finally stopped coming, she was being half carried, half dragged 
through the woods back to the frat house, her body still wracked with 
tingling pleasures.
	In her semi-conscous state, she hung between two men, thinking it 
was oh so good, she wanted more; and before she passed out, she thought 
to herself:  I can't wait...get me to the frat house...please....

*************

	Su Lee ran along the highway shortly after dusk, her breath 
rasping in her lungs.  She had known about the hunt and had planned how 
to confuse the dogs, how to escape the hellhole known as the Covenant 
School for Girls.  Now she was almost free; she just had to get far 
enough away.  The lights of a bigrig roared past her, then slowed to a 
stop on the side of the rode before her.  The passenger side door swung 
open and she gratefully ran to it and climbed in:  she was safe; she was 
free.




(Don't bet on it.  See Schoolgirl 2.0 for the further adventures of Su Lee.)