Marianne folded her last shirt and tucked it into her drawer. She looked at the dorm room that would be her home for the next two years. Not bad, she thought, but she needed to put some of her posters up and maybe get a carpet to make it seem more like home. Marianne opened up a cardboard box. She took out a picture of her boyfriend John and set it onto her desk. John was in California, working. She stared at his face, wistfully. It had been so long since she'd seen him.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Marianne looked up to see two other freshmen in her doorway. One was about her height, with dark curly hair, the other one short and Asian.

 "Hi," said the taller girl, "My name's Amanda. This is Leah. I like how you set up your room."

"Thanks," said Marianne.

"Where are you from?" asked Leah.

"Troy," said Marianne, then clarified, "It's near Albany. How about you guys?"

"Long Island," said Amanda, and both of them giggled.  

"Me too," said Leah. "We went to the same high school, so we decided to be roommates."

"Oh," said Marianne, "I don?t know anyone from my school who goes here."

"Who's your roommate?" asked Amanda.

"Her name's Eileen," said Marianne, "She's at the dining hall now."

"Hey, you guys should come out with us tonight," Leah said.

"Where are you going?" asked Marianne.

"There's supposed to be a really good fraternity party downtown," Amanda said.

"Freshman girls get in for free!" said Leah, "Do you think you might want to go with us? We're leaving at 8."

Marianne was going to call John at 9, but she figured that he wouldn't mind if she called him Saturday morning instead. He was always trying to get her to be more outgoing, and she felt stupid turning down an invitation and a chance to make new friends.

Marianne and Eileen were in their room getting dressed when Leah and Amanda came over, around seven thirty.

"You look so good," Amanda said to Marianne, who was trying to put makeup on in the mirror, "I like that blue top you have on."

"Thanks," said Marianne, glancing down at her shirt. She wasn't sure if it was too tight, so she was glad to hear Amanda's reassuring words, "You guys look really good, too."

"Hey," said Leah, "You're not going to wear khakis out, are you?"

 "Why not?" said Marianne, "The only thing else I have is jeans."

"Because they'll get all dirty," said Eileen, a chubby blonde girl to Marianne, and then to Leah and Amanda, "I would have loaned her a pair of black pants, but we don't wear the same size."

"I bet I wear the same size as you," said Amanda, racing off across the hall. She found a pair for Marianne to wear. They were a little tight around the ass, but the other girls said that it didn't matter.

"They're supposed to be tight," said Eileen, "Guys go for that."

The four of them took a cab to the party. Marianne had quite a few cups of beer and some of the red cherry-tasting punch. She talked to her friends and to a few other people, guys and girls, who she met at orientation. The alcohol made her more talkative and able to relax. The party was a lot of fun, they were playing really good music, and guys kept glancing at Marianne in her tight, sexy clothes. She danced for a while, first with the other girls, and then with guys she new from the dorm, but when they grew too close and tried to grind against her or kiss her, she moved away.

Suddenly thirsty, she left the dance floor and headed for the bar. She literally bumped into a tall guy with wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes. He had on a fraternity T-shirt.

Emboldened by the drinks in her, Marianne came right out and asked him,

"Are you in this fraternity?"

"That's right," he said, "My name's Matt." He started talking to her, asking her all sorts of questions, where she was from, how she liked her dorm. He told her that he was a senior, a pre-med. Marianne felt proud to be talking to an older guy, one of the hottest ones there, and she felt other girls staring at her. He had a way of speaking that put her at ease instantly.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied, "Some of that punch would be nice."

"Oh," he said, "We're all out of punch. How about a beer instead?"

"Beer's fine," said Marianne, and Matt left. She watched him go behind the bar, avoiding the line, and start to fill up two cups. He pumped the keg with his muscular arms and said a few words to one of his frat brothers. Marianne felt attracted to him slightly, but nothing more. She'd had the same boyfriend for almost four years, and she was going to stay true to him.

"Here you go," Matt said when he returned, handing her a cup, "Hey," he said, "You look really good tonight."

"Thanks, I guess," Marianne said, "You're such a flirt."

Matt took a sip of his beer and made a face.

"Wow, this is really some cheap stuff."

"Oh?" said Marianne, "It all tastes the same to me."

"Not much of a beer drinker?" said Matt, "Hey, do you want to do a shot? I have liquor upstairs."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I have all kinds, Aftershok, Ice 101, peach schnapps, Bad Apfel, Jagermeister, Goldschlager, you name it."

Marianne hesitated.

"We'll just go upstairs for a second, OK?" She felt bad not trusting Matt after he'd been so nice, but it was weird going upstairs with a fraternity guy at her first college party, even if it was just to do a shot.  What would the other girls think? She looked over and saw Amanda. She had a guy pressed up against the wall and was kissing him, slobbering all over his face while he grabbed her ass with both hands. Leah was nowhere to be seen, and Eileen was talking to another one of the fraternity brothers. None of them were paying her any attention.

"All right," she said, "Lead the way."

On the way up the stairs, Marianne stumbled, but Matt caught her arm so she didn't fall. She blushed and continued up to the fourth floor. He led her down the hallway, past several blank, padlocked doors.  Matt unlocked his own room and motioned for Marianne to enter. Once she was inside, he turned on the light.

"So this is my room," said Matt. Marianne looked around and saw fraternity paddles, blacklight posters, a tower of CDs. Matt sat down on the bed which had an interesting tiger-stripe comforter. He patted a place next to him. "Have a seat," he offered. He pointed over at the liquor bottles on a table. I'll make us drinks in a second.

Marianne crossed the room, a bit unsteady. She realized how drunk she really was. She sat down next to Matt, so close that she could smell the cinnamon gum he was chewing. Marianne moved away a little bit, feeling a little bit weird.

Matt put his arm around her and pulled her against him. His arms were thick and strong. Marianne's shoulder nudged Matt's powerful chest.

"You like?" he said, pointing to the wide-screen TV, the VCR and the stereo in the oak cabinet.

"It's nice," Marianne said, trying to push the arm off. Matt leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. Suddenly she didn't feel so drunk anymore, and she realized what she was getting herself into. Marianne squirmed away from him.

"You're really nice too," she said, "But I have a boyfriend."

"Oh?" said Matt, raising one eyebrow, "He go here?"

"No, he's in California."

Matt smiled. He scooted over on the bed and put his arm around her again. This time he kissed her full on the lips. Marianne tried to get up, but he put his hand on her shoulder and held her down. Matt grabbed her hair with his other hand so Marianne couldn't get away. After he'd pressed his lips against hers and jammed his tongue into her mouth for what seemed like an hour of breathless groping, Matt let go.

Marianne jumped to her feet and almost fell over.

"I want to go back downstairs," she said angrily, "Now!" Matt stood up in front of her, Marianne realized how tall he was. She was barely eye level with his chest. She tried to push past him, but he slapped her across her face.

The force of the blow knocked Marianne back down onto the bed. Her face stung. Tears welled up into her eyes. She saw the mean look on Matt's face and started screaming. He grabbed hold of her hair again and forced her onto her back. He was pulling her hair so hard that she started to cry for real. He was on top of her now, so heavy that she could barely breathe. His hands went up her shirt. She tried to push them away, but he hit her in the thigh, hard. Her leg instantly cramped up in pain.

His hands grabbed at her breasts, pulling at her bra, trying to tear the fabric from her. The strap cut into her back. Marianne wiggled, trying to get away. Instead, she got a punch in the stomach. All the wind left her. Marianne gasped for breath, and Matt lifted up her blouse and her bra all in one motion. Her tits bounced out.

Matt leaned over her and she felt the heavy weight of his body. He started sucking on her boobs, first one, then the other.

"You little whore," Matt said, "You know you want it, the way you were shaking your ass down there."

"No, please," Marianne wept.

Matt ignored her and reached down and unzipped her black pants. Marianne squirmed underneath him, but Matt was able to pull them partway down her thighs. He put his hand down her black panties and Marianne tried to keep her legs closed as his fingers pressed against her lips. He rubbed her roughly down there.

"Open your legs," he growled, but she kept them pinched tightly together, scared. "I said, open your legs," he said, and pulled her head back by her hair. Still she kept them together, and he started hitting the tops of her thighs. "Open them, you slut!" As he bruised the tops of her thighs, finally she had no choice but to open her legs. She relaxed, and he immediately pushed a thick finger into her. Marianne breathed out heavily, worn down from her exertions. "You know you want it," said Matt and he put another finger into her cunt.

 He started ramming his fingers in and out of her, hard and fast. Marianne opened her legs as wide as she could, so that it wouldn't hurt as much. Then he took his hand away.

"Turn on to your stomach," he commanded.

Marianne shook her head timidly, and he grabbed her and pushed her face down onto his bed. He yanked her pants down to her ankle and held the back of her neck with an iron grip. He kept her head pressed down onto the bed. Marianne could barely breathe with her face squashed against the mattress.

Matt pushed his cock into her exposed pussy. He rammed his big cock in and out of her from behind, faster and faster. Every thrust jolted her forward. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, holding on desperately as he fucked her.

He had her like that, with the door still open, when she heard voices.

"MMMmffmmf!" Marianne's screams were muffled by the bed, but she thrashed frantically. Surely somebody would come help her!

"Hey, look at this!" one of them called out. Marianne froze with fear. They sounded excited by what they saw. Very excited.

Matt kept pumping her, but not as quickly. She sensed that the others had entered the room. Another hand reached out and squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple painfully. Marianne tried to twist away, but it was difficult while she was being held down so forcefully.

"I'm next," one of them announced.

"No, I have next," another said, "You can go second and Jay has the leftovers."

"I'll flip you for it," the first guy said, and there was some commotion as they fought over who would have her next.

But before the issue could be resolved, Matt moaned. It was a loud, hoarse, guttural cry, and she felt his warm sticky cum splattering her insides.

Marianne winced as it seeped out into her. Matt held his fat cock all the way inside of her, letting it drip out for a long while. Finally he withdrew his sticky throbbing meat and wiped it on the back of her naked legs. He shoved Marianne forward. She tripped on the bunched up clothes around her ankles and fell face down on the bed.

Quickly, she turned onto her side. The cum was leaking down the inside of her thigh already. There must have been a lot of it.

She saw the guys. They were all fraternity brothers, she thought, and they were all grinning at her.

"Please," she said, "I don't want to do this. I want to go home. Don't hurt me any more."

They started laughing at her, and Marianne's face flushed. She pushed herself up again, but one of the men grabbed her arm roughly. He was tall, with a goatee, and he held her while another came with a piece of rope.

This guy was medium-height, but muscular with black skin. Marianne tried to run, to leave the room even though she was naked, but she couldn't get free. They twisted her arms behind her back. She struggled with them, but didn't yell, not wanting to get hit again. The three men, all except for Matt, who was pulling his pants up, shoved her down on the bed again and held her like that while they tied the rope around one of her wrists and then bound it to the metal bed frame. They did the same with the other one. Marianne decide to lie still and keep quiet, so she wouldn't get slapped. It didn't matter whether she resisted or not though. The men were too strong. They tied her ankles too, binding her in a spreadeagled position to Matt's bed. There was some discussion about whether she should be tied face up or face down, but the majority ruled, and Marianne got to watch their faces as they took her for the next hour.

Each man had his way with her, shoving his cock into her, fucking her furiously, while Marianne tried not to think about what was going on. She stared up at the ceiling, wishing it all away.

The black guy went first. His cock was wider than Matt's and it stretched her out and hurt a little bit. He took off his own shirt and fucked her hard until his ebony skin was gleaming with sweat. While he was doing it, he kissed her. Marianne tried to turn away, but he grabbed her chin in his hand and forced her to kiss him, forced his tongue in and out of her mouth. Marianne closed her eyes in disgust as he moved down and started kissing and licking the side of her neck while he thrust into her. His balls slapped against her asshole with every pump. Before he finished, he pulled out of her and she saw his big chocolate colored penis throbbing above her stomach. It pulsed and she watched the white sperm squirt from the tip, splattering against her belly and her breasts where it gleamed on her pale skin.

The next guy, the one with the goatee, didn't hesitate to go next. While the black guy was still putting his clothes back on, this guy positioned himself between her legs and put his cock into her. Marianne closed her eyes again. He didn't lay on top of her because of all the cum on her belly, just put one hand on her hip and forced himself in and out quickly.

She opened her eyes when she felt someone touching her face. It was the fourth guy who was fat and unshaven, with bleary red eyes. He had his pants down and he was rubbing his limp cock against her face. She looked up at his cruel face, and he raised a fist.

"Suck it, bitch," he told her, his voice cold and angry. Marianne opened her mouth and took his cock in. He grew hard almost instantly, and she now had one cock between her legs, and another between her red lips. She slurped on the one in her mouth, the way John had taught her, bobbing her head, while the other guy pounded her pussy. She figured that the sooner she made them cum, the sooner she'd be able to go back home.

And it wasn't long before both of them did cum. The fat guy at her head shoved his cock down her throat, so far that she gagged. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls brushed against her chin.  He shot his load into her mouth, holding her head with his hand so that she was forced to swallow his salty hot cum.

The other guy came at the same time, thrusting into her and adding to the cum already in her. She felt it gushing out against the walls of her vagina, and then he withdrew too.

Marianne's pussy was loose and sloppy from being fucked so hard and for so long. She was about to pass out. Sperm ran out of her filled cunt and down her legs. They wouldn't even let her wipe off what had splattered on her face.

Then she heard a knock at the door at the end of the hallway. She heard Leah's voice.

"Marianne, are you in there? We're going home." Marianne tried to speak, but Matt shoved her face down on the bed before she could respond.

"I think she's hooking up," said Amanda, "I saw her go upstairs with some guy." Marianne struggled, but Matt and the others held her tightly until they heard the girls go back down the stairs. She turned slightly around and saw that Matt was hard again; his cock jutted out at a right angle. It was huge, purple and ugly, the head was swollen to giant proportions.

By now, Marianne was too tired to move around much. But she struggled once more when he pushed her down again and she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her asshole.

"No...!" she cried out into the bed, but Matt plunged forward, driving his cock into her tight ass. She screamed out. Again the sound was muffled. The pain was excruciating. He stabbed his cock all the way in suddenly, and then withdrew it. Each thrust hurt more than the last. When he was done, he shot his last load, spilling it into her butt, and pulled out, making a popping sound.

Matt shoved Marianne away from him and put on his pants.

"Come on," he said, "Get your clothes on."

"My underwear," Marianne said softly as she sat up. She tried to cover herself with her arms, feeling small and vulnerable.

Matt held up the torn black panties. They looked tiny in his hands.

"I'm saving these as a souvenir," he said, so Marianne put on Amanda's pants over her bare ass, feeling the cum starting to leak out of her ass and her cunt, staining them. She fastened her bra, and then pulled on her blouse. She tied her shoes quickly, wanting more than anything to get out of that horrible house and forget about the humiliation she'd suffered that night.

"Let's go," said the black one, "We're going for a little ride." They led her out the back door, down a metal fire escape, to a parking lot that was almost deserted. Matt turned off his car alarm with a beep from his keychain.

"Get in," he said, "I'll take you home."

Marianne started for the back seat, her rear end hurting so much that she could hardly walk straight.

"Not there," said Matt, patting her affectionately on her back side. "In the trunk." He helped her into the trunk. By now, Marianne was so numb that it came as no surprise. He closed the lid with a thunk and she descended into utter blackness as the ride began.

She was jarred and jolted on each bump. She could hear the fraternity brother's voices, but she lost track of where they were going. Finally the car pulled to a halt. Marianne thought that they were going to kill her, and she sobbed softly as she lay tied up in the trunk. When they opened the trunk, they found her curled into a ball. The men dragged her from the trunk. They were on a country highway in the middle of nowhere. There must have been no houses for miles. The sky was black and starry. Marianne shivered, and stood unsteadily as the men untied her, silently.

Matt grabbed her then and held her arms. The others ripped her clothes off of her. They yanked her shirt off and undid her bra, then they pulled her pants down. The black man held her struggling legs while the others helped him pull off her pants and shoes. After they'd stripped her, Matt gave her a shove and she fell into the dirt along the side of the road. They got back into the car. Marianne got to her feet as they were leaving her.

"Please!" she cried, "Don't leave me here like this!  At least give me my clothes back!" But they didn't listen, just drove off into the night as Marianne stood there naked on the side of the road, her arms folded, shivering from the cold fall air.

The End