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Help Wanted
By Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)
***
The Delta's were a Sorority and they did a Midnight
Mass for their initiation every year, sacrificing a
virgin and drinking her blood from the skull of the
Marquis De Sade, or some such thing. It was all
supposed to be a secret, of course, but there were
precious few of those at Dolcett University. The same
could be said of virgins, for that matter. (FF, M+/F,
rp, cann, sn, cons, humor)
***
Author's Note: I am a big Dolcett fan and I have leaned
on him for inspiration many times. Hopefully he will
not object to the use of his name for my imaginary
setting. This is NOT an explicit story by any stretch.
The appeal of Dolcett's work, for me, has always been
the underlying social acceptance of death and
cannibalism. It fascinates me, seduces me, and that was
my focus here. So if you are looking for
sensationalism, shock value, or just blood... it isn't
here, sorry.
***
At head read: 2-7734 Ext.69 M-F 8-12pm ask for Dave.
(EEOP) HELP WANTED: Disposable Female Student 18-26 for
Humanities Dept Picnic April 01 Clean and Drug Free a
must! Kosher a plus, but all Ethnic and Social
backgrounds will be considered. Applicants will conform
to reasonable height/weight ratio. Personal, medical,
and student history, including GPA, must be submitted
with applicant photograph to G.Peabody PhD. Humanities
Chair, Dolcett University no later than Feb 29 2004.
HELP WANTED: Desperately seeking Female age 18-22 for
breeding.
Hmmm...
"You know, I could do that." I pointed at the ad in the
campus newspaper.
Jenny, my best friend and roommate, looked at me and
shook her head.
"You want to be a breeder?"
"No, silly!" I gave her a look. "This one!" I tapped it
with my fingernail. "I'm disposable, I'm clean,
height/weight proportional, etcetera etcetera."
"Yeah, but I heard they were looking for someone with
Mensa membership this year." Jenny sipped her coffee.
"Who'd you hear that from?" I frowned. I was going to
join Mensa once, but then I found out they wanted money
just to tell me how smart I was, and I was too smart
for that!
"From Shelly. Her roommate is dating that guy, Brian,
from the metallurgy department, and his best friend is
rooming with one of Professor Peabody's grad students."
"Oh." My eyes got real big in a sarcastic sort of way.
"It must be gospel then!"
"They're gay." Jenny nodded sagely, as if that made a
difference.
"Who is?"
"The grad student and the roommate... God! You never
pay attention Lisa, I don't know why I bother
sometimes."
"Because you love me." I smiled at her.
"Well." She sniffed. "Somebody has to."
"I'm going to call that Peabody guy and see what's up,
anyway, I mean my 3.995 might just be enough, even
without the little Mensa card."
"Suit yourself, but if you get all disappointed don't
come crying to me, okay? I have enough problems with
Spunky."
"Why, what happened to him?"
"He bet his left nut on Utah last weekend, and this
weekend he went double or nothing on the USC game..."
Jenny rolled her eyes. "...and lost."
Jenny's new boyfriend was such a dope. "When are you
going to collect?"
"Tonight, right after dinner." She did a little flutter
thing with her fingers like she does sometimes. "He's
been crying for the last two days, writing little
notes."
"Little notes?"
"Yeah, he sent me poem in my email this morning called
`Ode to my Balls' and I know he's just trying to get me
to have sex with him before I do it."
"Honestly, Jenny, I don't know what you see in that
guy." I drained my coffee cup and stood up to put it in
the sink, I was running late.
"Well, I thought dating a virgin would be cute, you
know? But honestly, it's more trouble than it's worth.
I'm going to break up as soon as I castrate him, he's
just clings too much, you know?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"I mean, I was betting my left boob and you know he'd
have collected in a heartbeat."
"Uh-huh." Once Jenny started talking she liked to keep
going. "I need to get to class. Just dump the guy, huh?
And don't let him talk you out of it either, cause
being a virgin is bad enough, but being a castrated
virgin? Please...There's a special place in hell for
those people!"
***
My third period class was 21st Century Neo-Morality
with Professor von Gestalt, just down the hall from
Professor Peabody's office, so I thought I'd stop by
and see what was up with the help wanted ad in the
paper. He wasn't in, of course, the department chairs
were never in for a mere mortal like myself, but his
secretary was friendly enough.
"Hi!" I smiled extra-brightly because one look at the
secretary told me she was into bright people. She had
big red hair and a Hawaiian muumuu in some
lavender/pink/yellow pattern that made me faintly
dizzy.
"Hi!" She smiled back.
"I'm trying to find out a little more about Professor
Peabody's Help Wanted ad? The one for the picnic?" I
nodded and wiggled my eyebrows to show the woman how
serious I was.
"Oh! Well, I know all about it!" She nodded too,
arching her eyebrows, and I wondered if I started
clucking like a chicken, if she'd do it along with me.
"Great!" I smiled. "I heard the candidate had to be in
Mensa? Is that right?"
"Mensa? Oh Lordy no, dear." She smiled. "Wherever did
you get that idea?"
"Oh, it's just a rumor floating around." I waved it
off. "And uh, what would be the minimum GPA for a
candidate?"
"Well, technically 3.66 would be the minimum, but
really it depends more on, uh...the more delicate
parts." She talked softly, like the walls had ears.
"The more delicate parts?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Yes, like, well... like the cunt filet, for example.
If the quality is high enough, well... GPA goes right
out the window, you know?" She giggled. "Perhaps you
could, um, show me yours and I'll show you what I
mean."
"Just don't bite me!" I winked at the old dyke and sat
on her desk, spreading my legs and pulling my panties
to the side.
"Oh my!" She flushed a little. "If I were you, I
wouldn't worry about GPA at all!" She reached out to
pinch the soft skin just to the left of my slit. "What,
um...do you use..."
"I use a touch of olive oil." I whispered. "Virgin.
With butter and a pinch of garlic, just warm it up and
massage it into the meat. Can you smell it?"
"Oh goodness yes!" She leaned closer.
"No biting!" I teased her.
"Oh, can you come over for dinner? This weekend?" She
was practically begging me, but I shook my head.
"If you want to eat this you have to get me to the
picnic." I laughed.
"Otherwise..." I shrugged. "I'll probably just become a
lawyer."
"Oh my! What a waste!" She looked shocked. "Do you have
your package?"
"Do I really need one?" I smiled, pulling my labia
apart.
"Uh...give me your name and um, phone number." She
breathed, inhaling the subtle fragrance of my
tenderized flesh. I nodded and penned the info on a
piece of memo paper and handed it to her.
She took it and then leaned forward and gave my thigh a
little love bite. "Sorry." She giggled. "Now don't you
worry, Lisa." She read my name off the paper. "I'll
make sure this goes at the very top of the pile!"
I walked to my class whistling happily. Yep, if 4 years
of college had taught me nothing else, it was that
secretaries were at the top of the food chain. She
could look at all the pictures and names and GPA's she
wanted to, but when she made up Professor Peabody's
mind about who was going to be served up at the picnic,
it would be my pussy that she remembered.
Just then 6 guys grabbed me and dragged me into an
empty classroom, ripping at my clothes. I was
frightened momentarily and I almost started screaming,
but then I remembered it was initiation week for the
Frats. I endured the gang rape patiently, it wasn't the
first one I'd been subjected to. I smiled at the guys
as they waited for their turns, using my hands and
mouth to keep them fluffed if they needed it.
They were Epsilon Beta Phi's and really very gentle, I
enjoyed it quite a lot. Once all six had fucked me,
they thanked me and I signed their initiation log, a
little book they had to carry around that all the
girl's they raped could sign and put little comments
in. If the girl didn't sign, the rape didn't count.
"Lisa Pavageau, Senior (I signed) You guys were perfect
gentlemen and it was one of the nicest and most polite
gang-rapes I've ever experienced. But in the future,
don't apologize quite so much, 3 or 4 times is more
than enough, and yes, it is perfectly alright to cum in
a girl's mouth during a gang rape, and although I did
appreciate it when the guy asked me, it was kind of a
mood spoiler. On the DU Gang Rape Scale I give you guys
a four. It would have been higher, but the lack of
violence really hurts... try harder next time. And
growl a little more, the fear factor was way down."
"Are you guys gonna be in the Rape-A-Thon?" I asked
them as I handed back their book.
"Yeah, hey...we have a sponsor sheet, would you like to
sponsor us? We're going to try and rape the whole art
department, that's 238 girls." The guy talking was
cute.
"That's a lot of girls! I'm already committed to the
Gamma Kappa Lambda guys though, they're doing the
English Department."
"Those guys are good." One of them said and I nodded.
"Yeah, they've raped me a lot, but mostly during the
homecoming parade."
"Oh!" One guy clicked his fingers. "You were on that
float, weren't you?"
"Yeah, me and a couple other girls." I smiled, quite
flattered that they'd recognized me.
"Right, yeah, I thought you looked familiar."
"Hey, thanks for the rape guys, I have to get to
class." I waved and wiped at my pussy, glad I'd already
stopped by Professor Peabody's office. I fixed my
clothes too. Thank goodness I'd only lost one button on
my blouse, but my bra was ruined. Oh well.
"Sure. Thanks for signing the book, catch you later!"
"I hope so!" I laughed and shook my head. I was going
to miss college.
***
"...if we are to believe Sophocles when he wrote...Ah,
Lisa! How nice of you to join us." Professor Van
Gestalt smiled, but his eyes were cold. I'd been
trying to sneak in unnoticed.
"Uh, sorry Professor...I was being raped by the
Epsilon..."
"I see." He nodded gravely, cutting me off. "We were
just discussing the Oedipus Complex and it's
implication for the females of our enlightened
species."
I nodded, looking around. I was the only female in this
particular class, by some strange quark of fate.
"You're a female, Lisa, do you want to kill your
mother? Sleep with your father? Anything like that,
hmmm?" He was mocking me, I thought, but he was an old
school misogynist, so what did I expect?
"Uh..." I shrugged. "I'm not sure `want' is the correct
term, professor." I frowned slightly. "It sounds a
little...anti-social."
"This is philosophy, my dear." The old man smiled and
looked around, inviting my fellow students to chuckle.
"We're allowed to be anti-social." He paused while my
face reddened. There were very few female philosophy
majors for a reason. "Sit down, Lisa. And thank you.
What we have just witnessed, gentlemen, is an example
of the modern female's intuitive denial of her..."
I opened my notebook, pretending to be undisturbed by
his words. I didn't think his questions had been very
fair.
***
Friday night was the big Senior-Freshman Mixer. All of
the Seniors had `adopted' a freshman at the beginning
of the school year. It was an old tradition and it
really gave the University a sense of family.
Throughout the year there were many events scheduled,
like the dance on Friday night. It gave us seniors a
chance to check up on our younger friends, to see how
they were adjusting to campus life.
My freshman was a mousy girl of 18 named Heather. She
looked positively delicious, in an innocent, virginal
sort of way. She had short black hair and deep green
eyes, a petite little body like a gymnast might
possess, and a way of smiling that just made you want
to throw her on the floor and make her cry. I seriously
doubted that Heather would survive her freshman year.
But people had said the same thing about me once upon a
time. It was just a matter of self-discipline, really.
I'd been tempted plenty of times, especially as a
freshman, but I'd resisted. No does mean no, after all.
Of course Heather didn't look like the kind of girl who
could say no too anything or anyone. She was too eager
to please, too excited at the attention, even while
such attention obviously embarrassed her terribly. That
was part of her attraction.
So, you'll understand why I was apprehensive about
bringing Heather to the mixer. Not because I didn't
like the girl, I loved her like a sister. No, it was
mere selfishness on my part. I figured there was maybe
a 50-50 chance that Heather would be the evening's
dessert. I'd have much preferred keeping her all to
myself, perhaps for Jenny's birthday party.
I brought it up as Heather and I walked to Hedonist
Hall, where the dance was being held. "I was talking to
Jenny the other day about you." I told the girl.
"Your roommate?" Heather looked up at me briefly.
"About what?"
"Well, her birthday is in a couple weeks and we were
thinking about doing a Mongolian Barbeque thing."
"Really? Wow!" She nodded. "Mongolian is great!"
"Yeah, Jen really likes it."
"What does that have to do with me?" She asked and I
had to look at her to see if she was serious.
"Well, I was wondering what you'd think about being
barbequed?" I gave her a hopeful smile.
"Oh!" She paused and I stopped walking too, watching
her. "Oh! You mean you want to serve me?"
"Yeah, I think you'd be perfect, Heather." I nodded.
"Jenny thinks so too, believe me, she'd love to have
you."
"Oh my!" Heather giggled a little nervously. "I sort of
pictured myself, I don't know, like roasted. My sister
was roasted for her high school graduation two years
ago, and it was really nice."
We started walking again. "Well, it's up to you,
Heather. Lot's of girls get roasted though, I just
thought maybe you'd like to try something...different."
And I did too, I wasn't just feeding the girl a line or
anything.
"Do you need an answer right now?" Heather sounded like
she was interested and I wondered if she'd already been
asked by someone else.
"No, uh-uh, but her birthday is in two weeks, so..." I
shrugged.
"Okay. I just need to think about it, you know. The
Delta's asked me if I wanted to be part of their
initiation. Do you know about them?"
I laughed. "Yeah, Heather, everyone knows about the
Delta's." The Delta's were a Sorority and they did a
Midnight Mass for their initiation every year,
sacrificing a virgin and drinking her blood from the
skull of the Marquis De Sade, or some such thing. It
was all supposed to be a secret, of course, but there
were precious few of those at Dolcett University. The
same could be said of virgins, for that matter.
"Oh." She sounded like she was disappointed that she
couldn't share a secret with me. "Well, I was thinking
about doing it."
"Well, you should then." I told her honestly.
"Really? You think so?"
"Sure, I heard it was a lot of fun. They don't really
eat you though, they just drink your blood."
"Oh, yeah. I know that." She nodded her head
vigorously. "And afterwards they have a goat named
Lucifer that has sex with my body." She sighed. "I just
wish I could see it."
"Me too." I thought out loud.
Heather giggled a little self-consciously.
"You should do it." I decided for the girl and we
stopped again so I could give Heather a hug, kissing
her gently. "You deserve it."
"You sure?" She rubbed her body against mine. "What
about your barbeque?"
"We'll find someone else." I smiled at the girl.
"There's a guy in my psych class, he's so hot for Jen
he'd do anything to be close to her."
Heather laughed softly. "I know the feeling." She let
me kiss her again, this time parting her soft lips for
my tongue.
"Do you want to skip the mixer?" I asked Heather, a
little breathlessly.
"Yeah." She sighed. "Just don't, um...don't pop my
cherry, okay?" She stared into my eyes, blushing
sweetly.
"Of course not!" I ran my hand down to her butt,
squeezing her playfully. "We'll find someplace else to
play!"
Later...We were in my bed, with our legs intertwined,
our fingers playing across each other's faces, breasts,
and shoulders. I'd used my mouth, fingers, and toys on
Heather's tight little ass, almost to the exclusion of
all else. I'd even managed to fist the tiny girl,
briefly and carefully, luxuriating in the wonderful
confines of her sweet derriere. For the moment we were
sated.
"I wonder what it will be like." Heather whispered.
"What's that?" I had my eyes closed, trying to focus on
what her left hand was doing to my pussy.
"Losing my virginity." She curled a finger inside me
easily, tickling gently. "I mean, will it hurt do you
think?"
I laughed at her. "Of course not, you'll be dead,
silly." I opened my eyes, just so I could roll them for
her.
"Well, yeah. But..." Her voice trailed off as I pushed
her down, so she could kiss my flat tummy. "...maybe
the goat. It won't hurt him, will it?"
"Nooo..." I moaned. "He's probably fucked a lot of
virgins, believe me.
He's going to love you..."
"But..." She licked my body slowly. "I just wish I
could feel it..."
I pushed her head lower, grabbing her hair in my
fingers. "Shhhh..." I whispered, spreading my legs and
lifting my hips as the need filled me. "Lick me,
Heather...shut up and lick me...!"
Jenny came in a few minutes after midnight, undressing
as she looked down on Heather and I. My freshman lover
had fallen asleep and I'd been halfway there myself.
"Hi." Jenny whispered.
"Hi." I smiled and slowly, carefully moved my arm out
from under Heather's head, letting her sink back down
peacefully onto the mattress.
"Is that Heather?" It was hard to tell in the dim
light, I'm sure, and I nodded. "Did you ask her about
the Mongolian thing?"
"Yeah, she liked it." I said, watching Jen quickly
strip down to nothing. I loved watching her undress.
She's tall and blonde and more than a little sexy.
"But?" Jen looked at me and slipped into bed on the
other side of Heather, pressing herself to the sleeping
girl's warmth.
"But she's going to be the sacrifice for the Delta
Initiation." I gave her a wry grin. "Hard to compete
with that."
"Yeah." Jen sighed and turned slightly, brushing a lock
of hair out of Heather's eyes. "She's really a virgin,
huh?"
"yeah." I nodded. "You should see her cunt."
"As pretty as yours?" Jen grinned at me.
"Prettier." I sighed. "Anyway, did you do it?"
Jen nodded. "Yeah, I told him I just wasn't interested
in a man with no balls." Jen lifted the sheet slowly,
exposing Heather's body. "He cried, mostly since I was
the one who cut them off. He figured I owned him or
something now. He was trying to kiss my feet."
Jenny's boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now, a guy named
Spunky, of all things, had bet his balls on a
basketball game. He'd lost and Jenny had them hanging
from the rear view mirror in her little Honda. She'd
been trying to break up with him for three days.
"He's so..." Jen searched for the word.
"Clingy?" I smiled.
"Yeah! Clingy, exactly!" Jenny laughed. "Oh, she does
have a perfect little puss! Look at that!" Jenny slid
down so her nose was a few scant inches from Heather's
slumbering sex. "God!"
I moved too, being careful not to wake the girl, so
that both of us hovered over Heather's lightly furred
sex. Her hair was black, but so fine, it was almost
transparent, displaying her tiny clitoris and the sweet
plump folds of her labia easily.
"They're going to sacrifice this to a cow?" Jen shook
her head in amazement.
"A goat," I corrected her. "Yeah."
"What a waste." Jen put her fingers on Heather's Venus
mound, the soft swell just above her clit.
"Are you hungry?" I whispered, smiling at Jenny.
"You mean..." She looked down at Heather's cunt.
"She's just a freshman." I licked my lips. "They're
fair game, everyone knows it."
Heather would have to consent, of course, but with Jen
and I both working on the girl, what chance did she
really have? She'd be begging to feed us before the
clock struck one. We'd done it before, with girls a lot
stronger than this one. And Jen knew it.
"What about the Delta's? They're gonna be pissed." Jen
grinned at me.
"What about them?" I shrugged. "They can have Spunky!"
"Oh, you're bad!" Jenny kissed the top of Heather's
slit and the girl moved a little in her sleep,
blissfully unaware of how much danger she was truly in.
END
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