Chapter 9
She was about to pass out from the pain in her upper body when they finally took her down. Lynn was surprised to find that she still had the strength to stand without support. Her arms had given out a long time ago, as the strain on her shoulders had been too much. She was positive she would never be able to move them again.
Her chest felt as if it had been filled with liquid fire. Every breath was agony for her, but her legs still moved. As she left the stall in the women's john between two of the pledges to the fraternity, she found her circulation wasn't entirely gone. Tiny needles danced along her arms and made her come more completely alive due to the pain.
"I hate you all!" she hissed.
"I'm not too pleased with you, either," said the nearest of the fraternity men. "I lost twenty bucks because of you."
"Hey, baby, I dig you. That pussy of yours just made me that twenty. Don't listen to him. He's thinking he's God's gift to women. He's nothing but a second rate stud," a second boy leered.
She glared at them as they hurried her along the still-deserted halls of the stadium. She wondered at the sudden change in the pledges. Before, silence had reigned among them, and now they were joking and talking. She guessed it might be because none of the fun-fledged members of the fraternity were here to caution them to silence. Lynn tried to remember everything about them that she could. She would get her revenge on all of them, somehow, someday.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the swimming pool. We figured that a little late-night swim might do us all some good."
They hurried her down the stairs, one hand curling around her perky asscheek to guide her. She flinched from the touch. Her ass was still raw from the whipping they had given her in the basement torture chamber, and she still wasn't recovered from all the fucking. Her pussy was aching, and her asshole burned like fire.
She had no reason to feel charitable towards any of these college students. They'd taken her, a virgin, and raped her. They had tortured her. They had abused her in the worst ways possible. Sure, she had been a Grade A cock teaser, but she hadn't harmed any of them. Certainly, she had done nothing to any of them to make them whip her with leather straps, chain her as they'd done, and threaten her with branding irons. They were cruel and sadistic. It was only sheer chance that she hadn't drunk the drugged punch they had offered her at the party.
The party-it seemed like an eternity ago. She found it hard to believe they had been torturing her for only about six hours. It was around four in the morning, and they'd started at ten p.m. the night before. She wanted to cry when she remembered what her fantasies had been like in her English class with Dr. Matthews.
That was such a childish, immature fantasy now. She had thought it would be wonderful having the man who looked and acted so much like her father to fuck her-just to fuck her, nothing else. Since she had diddled herself in his class, she had been fucked more times than she could remember, both up the ass and in the pussy. And she had jerked off a couple men, and taken more than a dozen in the mouth.
Even her lips ached from the friction of cockflesh that had moved across them. Her entire being was one giant scar now. And to think that legs than twenty-four hours ago, she had been happy fantasizing fucking one of her professors!
Things sure had changed a lot!
She tried to keep from being thrown into the swimming pool but failed, tumbling head over heels into the water. She instantly discovered the handicap of having her hands chained in front of her. She couldn't swim very effectively. Sputtering for air, she came to the surface and tried to get her feet under her. Luckily, she was still in the shallow end of the pool.
"God, she's even better looking wet than she is dry."
"Yeah, but I like her wet in more intimate places," quipped one of the pledges. He immediately began stripping his clothes off and, when he was naked, dived into the pool.
Lynn watched his form, which wasn't bad. He cut the water in a smooth dive and then surfaced, swimming strongly to the other side of the pool. He called out to her.
"Swim, you dumb cunt, or I'll really show you what it's like to be punished! Reinhardt doesn't have any ideas at all compared to what I can do to you!"
She recognized the voice. It was the man who had tried to use the branding iron on her. She went cold all over. The feelings racing up and down her spine gave her gooseflesh all over. She tried kicking and swimming for the side of the pool.
He caught her before she made it halfway. He came up from behind her, his hands reaching out. He snared her waist and pulled her backwards in the water. Lynn fought, but he was too strong for her.
"Keep swimming and we'll be just fine," he told her. She felt him maneuvering around behind her.
His body pressed down on the back of her legs and she knew then that she might not come out of this alive. She could drown if he tried to fuck her from behind.
And that was exactly what he did. He slipped along her wet skin until his crotch was directly over her ass. The flare of her butt fit the curve of his body perfectly. She kicked her legs to stay afloat and knew that this was exactly what he wanted. Her legs drifted apart slightly, and his meaty prick shoved between the thick slabs of her rump and probed down into her pussy.
"No, don't do this to meeee!" she protested. Then she got a mouthful of water. Gasping far air, she managed to turn her head to one side and draw in a deep breath. Her ample tits provided just enough flotation for her to keep on top of the water as the man's prick parted her asscheeks and plunged all the way up into her pussy, which was, surprisingly, dry.
She would have thought that strange if she'd been given the time to think on it. Her pussy was absolutely dry. The feel of his prick moving inside her tight fuck tunnel actually chafed. She was turned on by the idea of fucking in the water, if not by being raped.
The water, however, robbed her cunt of all its oils. The swiftly moving stream of water in the pool rushed across her snatch and pulled away every last trace of her fuck juices and caused the plunging cock to irritate her most delicate tissues. "You're tearing me up inside!" she moaned. She knew the man could feel it, too. There was no way he couldn't. Her pussy walls seemed to jerk and grip at his prick every single inch along the way, and it wasn't a pleasant grabbing around his cock, either.
"Yeah, I know," he grunted.
She felt his hands around her waist. He turned her over suddenly, and she was floating on her back, the man entirely beneath her. He managed to press his face close beside her head so that he could breathe. His hands stroked over her lush body, fondling her tits and slowly working down across the slight dome, of her belly. When he came to the tangled mat of her pussy fur, he seemed to become excited.
Finger pressing into her clit, he began a rhythmic fucking that would have been delightful under other circumstances, but the chafing inside her pussy was too much. She moaned and cried out.
"Stop! This is impossible! I'll let you fuck me, but do something about that prick of yours!"
"DO something about that cunt of yours," he snapped back. But he knew what the problem was. He kicked lightly and carried both of them over the side of the pool. He yelled out, "Get the jar of petroleum jelly I saw on that Shelf. Yeah, over there."
One of the others dutifully brought the plastic jar over. The man dipped his fingers in it and carried out a huge gob. This he applied to Lynn's blonde-furred snatch. He rubbed it into her flesh, then fucked in and out a few times to coat his prick. By the time the entire gob of grease had vanished, her pussy was lubricated. Then he really began fucking her.
She tried to stay afloat in the water. The chains on her wrists prevented her from doing too much paddling around. She finally discovered the best thing she could do was simply let her legs drift down on either side of his body. His prick shot directly up between her legs and into her cunt. By keeping her legs spread wide for him, she was doing both of them a favor.
Since chafing and irritation of a dry humping had been eliminated, the blonde teenager found herself actually enjoying this odd fucking. The sensation of being weightless while screwing gave her a heady feeling unlike anything she had ever before experienced.
"Ummm, this is so . . . different," she managed to coo. Then the blonde got a mouthful of water and choked. Her thrashing around actually added to her arousal. By the time she had cleared all the water from her windpipe, she found that the wild motion had made the man's prick move erotically back, and forth inside her tender pussy.
All of the dry fucking had actually stimulate her. The walls of her cunt were now more sensitive than ever. With the grease lubricating her entire length, the smallest motion made her come totally alive.
Her legs trailed in the water on either side of his body. She tried to rest her weight fully on him, but couldn't quite do it. The man was beginning to pump and thrust upwards. She managed to pull her head out of the water enough to see what was happening. The sight of his ugly red prick parting her tender young cunt lips and plunging deep into her pussy added to her arousal.
She felt the lightning-swift shocks every time his prick shot deep up her cunt. Her pussy walls convulsed and squeezed down on his hidden prick. The feeling of the water lapping over their joined bodies added a certain thrill to the fucking that the young girl wouldn't have believed possible.
Forgotten was the fact that her hands were still chained together. She could forget that she had been tortured, and chased through the deserted campus. She was nothing more than a convenient object for these men to screw, but all that was erased from her mind. Pleasure took her, and she came.
The feelings inside grew and grew after the come. She didn't understand quite what it was. The water lapping over the tops of her tits certainly aroused her. The gentle water seemed to pull excited blood into her nipples. The red cherries pointed directly up at the nighttime sky like tiny beacons of lust. Her thighs were amply covered with water. This gave a rise and fall effect to the balling that made her giddy.
"More, faster! I ... I never thought it could be this good!" she moaned.
She got a contented chuckle in way of answer. The man's hands were outstretched on either side, slowly paddling back and forth to keep the pair firmly locked together.
His legs began kicking with greater speed. She could see what was happening: He would rise, and his prick would plunge far up into her cunt. The girl tried to cooperate the best she could. Her pussy squeezed down powerfully on his cock in an attempt to keep it firmly lodged inside her, but the motion of the water pulled it back out of her.
The friction of cock against cunt was delightful. The sensation of being completely without weight was superb. The feelings building up in her body, from the action of his cock in her pussy, drove her over the brink of climax again.
This time they turned over in the water. She ended up face down, with his, heavy plunger of cock still fucking her powerfully. Gagging, she tried to get her head above water. She failed. Panic took her.
Bubbles rose as she tried to call out. The girl quickly stopped that vain effort on her part. She found she was more helpless than she had imagined. Strong hands held her hips firmly. Every movement was directed at getting his prick buried even farther into her cunt. Nothing was being done to allow her to breathe.
Finally, she succeeded in getting her head turned to one side. The air came to her, sweet and cool. The feeling of life added to her arousal. She had been on the verge of drowning. Now she knew she could hang on for a few minutes more. It added spice to the fucking.
"You love it, don't you, you stupid bitch?" came the question from behind.
There wasn't any way she could answer. She needed all her air for mere living. The fucking actually pushed her head down into the water at the same time that it raised her ass.
She began kicking her legs to try to surface. A compromise was reached. They wiggled their way across the pool dolphin-fashion, head coming out of the water while their asses were under, then reversing the position.
"Yes, yes, yesssss!" she moaned. Her hands were almost useless for stroking in the water. She held them closely together and tried to push herself up and out of the water the best she could. From the edge of the pool came the lewd remarks of all the other pledges to the fraternity.
For a brief instant, she remembered her hatred. She was being used again. While she might enjoy tit hell out of this aquatic fucking, she was still chained, and she hadn't agreed to it beforehand.
She had been ordered to fuck, and she was doing just that. They couldn't care less about her, or if she got off. All they were doing was feeding their own sick pleasures.
And she came again. The feel of the naked flesh of her inner thighs slipping across the hairy thighs of the man fucking her was too much. His cock filled her entirely. Her pussy had to strain constantly to take such a huge prick. The friction of his forceful fucking made her come totally alive. She knew her blue-tinged cunt lips might be bruised by this frantic screwing, but she didn't care.
Her only hope was to get as much joy from this as she could. This was the only possible revenge she could extract from these horrible men, for now.
But later, later she would find out who their advisor was, and even the score with him! And she would track down each and every one of the men who had fucked her. She would get even with them, too.
She would!
The sudden surge of hot jism spurting into her pussy startled her. She hadn't expected the man to come so fast, but he did. The teenager felt robbed. Her horniness had been increasing for some time. The feel of fucking in the pool was tremendous. She loved it. Under other circumstances she wouldn't have ever wanted to leave the pool or the prick.
She managed to twist to see the gooey string of his jism leaking out into the pool. Then he flung himself away from her as if she had turned red hot. The suddenness of his departure left her face down in the pool. Her legs got tangled up and she foundered for a moment.
Spitting water, she managed to get her feet under her again. Luckily, they were back at the shallow end of the pool. Otherwise, she might have drowned. None of the watchers on the edge of the pool seemed inclined to help her.
Rattling her chains, she lifted her hands from the water and flipped them a finger. This seemed to amuse them even more, which made her feel helpless, inadequate. When the best she could do was a mildly obscene gesture, she was truly their prisoner, to do with as they pleased.