Chapter 10
Lynn stood bedraggled for some time while the men gathered in a tight knot to discuss what to do with her. She took her chance. None of them seemed to be watching her all that closely. Carefully, she made her way to the far side of the pool. Climbing out without making noise proved a problem. The chains on her wrists rattled, impeding her motion.
But she succeeded, and not a single one of the pledges seemed to have noticed. Hope flared. She could get away from them!
Ignoring the pain in her pussy from the fucking she had just received-and all the cuts and scrapes and raw skin from the tortures they had given her-she started to sneak off. The blonde girl realized she would have to be quick about it. With her honey blonde hair, she stood out like a bright light against the shadowy background.
Her tits rose and fell heavily as she realized that freedom was almost at hand. She fumbled with the catch on a doorway lading who knows where, but she was almost away from the pool. She could hear the low, intense voices still discussing her probable fate.
The girl didn't want to think what they were talking about. She could identify them. Even if she didn't go to the police, she would be a constant threat. There didn't seem to be any choice except for them to kill her.
Or was there? Mother alternative came to her, even more frightening than outright- death. What if they decided to keep her as a "pet" in the basement of their frat house? They could keep her imprisoned there forever, and no one would ever know. Feeding her would be easy. What was one more mouth when the food coming in was for fifty or so college students? The idea of them hiding her made the young coed shiver in horror.
She could see herself trapped forever in that torture chamber of a basement, her hands chained to the walls like some old time story of Edgar Allan Poe. She might not be bricked up in a wall, but she would be a prisoner nevertheless. They could use her for their depraved ceremonies whenever they desired. She would be theirs to command.
How could she hope to fight them? Chained, naked and helpless, she would become their sex slave. Their slightest whim would be her command. If they wanted to butt fuck her, all they would have to do was to command her to bend over. Their cocks would be sheathed in her tight assflesh instantly.
Sucking cock would become her breakfast. She imagined them all lining up and ordering her to eat cock. Fifty pricks, several at a time. She would be required to do it. Otherwise, they could hold back her food, or worse!
The whips had been well used. She would be whipped with them. The tiny whips were ugly looking, but the cat-o-nine-tails was the one which would give her nightmares for years to come. It had lead weights on the tips of the leather strips. If they used that on her, they could strip the flesh from her bones with a few strokes.
Or the one who had fucked her in the swimming pool. He was the one who enjoyed using branding irons on naked women. The girl almost broke out crying at the thought of being left alone with that depraved son of a bitch. He would scar her for life, possibly in places where no one would see unless they were fucking her.
She could be chained up on the stone altar while they performed their, odd rituals. The robes would keep their faces a mystery to her. Anyone could do anything. The fraternity brothers might not be content with only allowing their members to abuse and humiliate her. They might sell their rights to others. Who could tell when all were dressed in the plain robes, and the faces were so well hidden in the shadows of the cowls? Lynn didn't understand why the idea of having perfect strangers fuck her bothered her more. Most of the fraternity members were unknown to her. But these past few hours she felt a strange, obscene bond forming between her and all of them. They were familiar figures, figures to be hated and scorned and feared. But they were familiar. That was the key.
What would happen when they allowed anyone to use her? The girl tried to break out of that chain of thinking. She was free! She had escaped from the pool and all the pledges. She could run with the wind and find help. Maybe the cops wouldn't listen to her, but they couldn't be any worse than the pledges.
Or could they? She remembered horror stories from high school of the questions the cops had asked a friend of hers who had been raped. They seemed more interested in hearing all the gory details-to get their rocks off-than in finding the pervert who had raped the girl.
That might happen to her. She could sit naked in the police station while they questioned her about her "alleged" rapes and tortures, and they probably wouldn't even bother to take the chains off ha wrists. She clanked them in front of ha bare body. Going to the police was out, then. The teenager couldn't bear the humiliation of all those strangers poking and prodding her, asking questions over and over until she broke down and cried.
She would have to deal with the fraternity members-and their advisor-on her own.
She tossed her head, and the long chain fastened to the dog collar whipped around, tripping her. She managed to get to her hands and knees when she heard the crunch of gravel behind her. Frantically, she turned and looked over her shoulder.
She hadn't escaped! They were merely allowing her the sudden flare of hope so they could rob her of even that small pleasure. She realized the true meaning of torture in that instant. It wasn't the physical abuse they heaped on her. She was young and strong. She could bear up under it.
The real torture was purely mental. They gave hope, like a carrot in front of a horn, then snatched it away as soon as she reached for it. If she'd never known the carrot of freedom, she wouldn't have missed it when they caught her again.
"Can't you leave me alone? Can't you just let me go!" she begged. The young girl knew the answer.. They couldn't simply allow her to walk away. She had seen too much. She knew too much about them and their odd cult. Given enough time, she would even find out the man responsible for thinking up these depraved initiation ceremonies. And when she discovered the identity of their advisor...
"You. Try riding this bitch. See if you can stay on." The man gave a tug to the chain around Lynn's neck. She almost choked as he turned her head to one side.
One of the pledges detached himself from the group and came over. He quickly straddled her, as if she were some sort of horse, and immediately lowered his weight onto her back.
"Don't!" she pleaded. She could hardly support him. He wasn't all that heavy, but a extra hundred and sixty pounds on her back was almost more than she could take. The coed had been through so much that night, she was drained and weak.
"Ride!" came the command, echoing through the stillness of the night.
The youth straddling her, kicked up his heels and applied them to her tits. She groaned at the impact of his shoes against her soft, swaying boobs.
Her rider reached over and took the chain in his hands. He jerked hard, and she almost choked again. The dog collar around her neck had never felt tighter.
"Giddup!" he told her, punctuating his demand with a kick to her belly. She hesitantly began crawling forward. It had been a long time since she had played horsey, and never with such a heavy rider on her back.
The girl wasn't sure, but she guessed that the man was getting a hard-on. Every time he bent forward, she felt a growing lump in his pants. For some reason, this entire scene was getting to her. She shouldn't have responded to it at all. It was degrading, abusive, the most humiliating thing that had been done to her so far.
She felt the cool night wind caressing her cunt lips, turning her entire pussy cold. She also felt her cunt beginning to drool obscenely. The thought of having a man riding her like this made her more and more excited. She began to crawl faster. His heels prodded her in the ribs. When he reached down and grabbed one of her tits, she almost came.
The coed felt stark horror at her reactions. She was getting turned on by this! She was his prisoner, his sex slave. He held the chain fastened around her neck. The dog collar was too tight for her to ever hope to get it off, and with the chains on her wrists, all she could do was not enough.
Naked, she was as helpless as a woman can get. And she felt her pussy beginning to churn and boil with desire.
"Please," she moaned out. "Go on and fuck me, if you want. But do something. I need it. I fucking well neeeeed it!"
The man laughed and slid off her, his knees hitting the ground at either side of her body. She stopped crawling, anticipating what he was going to do.
He was in the perfect position to fuck her like a bitch in heat. All he had to do was lower his fly and let his lovely, virile prick come leaping out. He was so do to her pussy that only one small thrust would carry him all the way up her fuck tunnel.
"Fuck meeeee!" she demanded. Her entire body was trembling in desire now. She couldn't explain why she was responding so strongly to being ridden like a horse. It wasn't something that she thought should turn her into a sex-starved woman, but it did.
She heard the metallic hiss of a zipper being lowered. She spread her legs just a little wider to give him the best possible target for his prick. The girl wanted to feel his fleshy spike driven all the way up into her needy cunt.
It didn't come. She turned her head to one side and saw the youth standing behind her. He was sporting a huge boner, the one that should have been driven balls deep into her juicy, seething twat.
"Wh-what's wrong? Why aren't you fucking me?"
The pledge laughed, as did all the others in the go up. The man who enjoyed using branding irons stepped forward. He had dressed, and was ready to fuck again. Lynn couldn't believe that their bout in the swimming pool hadn't drained him for hours to come. Yet, there was no denying the huge erection dancing around in front of his crotch. The man was insatiable.
"We are all brothers in the fraternity. Share, and share alike is our creed. So, up on your knees, bitch! We all want a chance at you."
"You can't do this!"
She didn't even hear the whip singing its ugly song in the night air. All she felt was the sudden pain across her already well-whipped back. A red curtain of pain robbed her of the power of speech. The whip rose and fell again on her unprotected back. Lynn rolled, trying to cover her shoulders to prevent further pain.
The man didn't stop whipping her. She felt the sudden shock of the whip across her tits. The man laughed, and she realized that there was nothing in the world that could stop him now. Again and again, the whip rose and fell across her boobs.
She felt her tits filling with excited blood. She hated the idea, but she was getting even more turned on by the whipping. The pain fed her lust. She had to have more, yet her body screamed in agony.
She thrust out her tits and let the whip lash repeatedly on the turgid nipples. The sting was great, but the turn-on was even greater. The girl couldn't stop to figure out what was happening to her. She was coming to love pain. She needed it for getting horny. Nothing less than sharp, searing agony would do her now.
The whip left her white, lovely tits covered with ugly red marks-nothing serious, but they hurt. Hurt! Her nipples felt as if they would explode from all the blood hammering into them. The girl rolled and finally came to her hands and knees; back in the horse position that they had found her in.
The leather whip sang its ugly song of pain again. She felt the strip of leather part her asscheeks and drive down to the bottom of that humid crack. The pain all along her ass was incredible, but her pussy began to froth and boil with lust. If a prick had been shoved into her cunt then, she would have had the most incredible come of her young life.
The whip prevented any man from getting that close. It landed squarely on her snatch. The broad leather strap spitted on her cunt lips and caressed the gash from her clit to her asshole. She came. She came harder than she ever had, and without a prick inside her! The pain was all it took. She shivered like a leaf blown about in a high wind.
Then she parted her legs, openly inviting more. It wasn't something she consciously did. Her body was dictating to her now. It had come to revel in pain. Without it, fucking was bland, too tame, not enough to really engage her entire attention.
With the pain and searing agony of the whip, she could give a complete accounting of how it was different. She could compare, and from that comparison get the biggest sexual high ever.
"Don't! Don't whip mew!" she bellowed. But her body worked to get more of the whip.
It came. The man whipping her didn't stop, or even slow down. The leather strap lauded repeatedly on her snatch and along her pussylips. The cuntlips turned a bright pink, then flared all the way up to blood-red. They were abused, mistreated, but she came again!
As suddenly as the whipping had started, it stopped. For a moment, Lynn lay on the ground, dazed. Then she realized something was missing. While some of the pain still radiated upwards into her belly from her well Whipped pussy, there wasn't any new torment being given her. She opened her eyes, imploring the man to continue.
He laughed at her again.
Again, she realized the true horror that these people were capable of giving. They promised freedom, then snatched it away. Then they gave her all the sexual arousal she could handle, then took it away at a whim.
She hated the man with the whip. She hated the president of the fraternity, Reinhardt. Most of all, the girl hated the unseen advisor who condoned this, who even concocted this whole dirty scheme.
"Line up," came the harsh command. She turned her head and saw Reinhardt striding across the playing field in the center of the stadium. Wherever he had teen, he was now back in command. She wondered if he was really any different from the man who had just whipped her.
The coed doubted it.
"What now?" she asked, her voice almost breaking. "What's left that you can do to me? You've whipped me, and chained me up like a dog. You've tortured me, then raped me up the ass and cunt. You've made me suck all of you off. And then you chased me and fucked me in a goddamn swimming pool. What now!"
The sly smile on Reinhardt's lips sent shivers down her spine. Whatever was coming, it wasn't going to be pleasant.
"You are a sex hungry bitch. You might have been a virgin, but that didn't take away from the fact that you enjoyed sucking a stud off now and then. Maybe you even let a guy take you up the ass before this night."
"Never!" she denied, but it fell on deaf ears as Reinhardt continued.
"But you were a cock teaser. We all knew that. We think this is fitting punishment for a woman who promises a man pleasure, and then gets her own rocks off by denying him his pleasure."
They were all lined up, like a squad in the Army. All of them ran the zippers down on their jeans. Cocks, like an artillery company, prodded forth. She saw purpled knobs throbbing with desire for her. She saw limp pricks that couldn't quite make the grade. She saw half-stiff pricks that would soon jerk and buck their way up to full erection.
And then she saw a white cloud descending from the direction of Reinhardt's prick. He'd jacked off into her face!
She gasped and put her hands up to prevent the thick, creamy come from running into her eyes. She was only partially successful. Some of his jism leaked past her fingers and got into her once lustrous honey blonde hair.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Why are you doing this?"
"Next," came the solemn command. And the next in line jacked off into her face. For a moment, Lynn didn't know what to do. Then she decided this might be humiliating, but that she could make the best of it.
She'd never really liked the taste of come, not before tonight, at any rate. Now her agile tongue leaped out and licked her lips clean of the thick goo from two of the men's pricks. She probed farther and managed to get some of the stringy jizz off her cheeks. There wasn't much she could do about the strings of the come in her hair, but she was going to get the last laugh.
She wasn't going to let them degrade her. She was going to show them that she could play their game with their rules and still best them.
Then one of the pledges with a limp prick stepped up. For a moment, she stared boldly at him, daring him to get a hard-on and come. Then she realized this wasn't, what he had in mini He didn't want to get a boner. His piss-slit widened and out came a hot, smelly stream of urine. He pissed directly into her face.
"Nooooo!" she shrieked, flinging herself backwards and trying to roll on the ground. No matter where she turned, she couldn't escape the hot, humiliating stream of yellow piss. Covered with dirt and smelling of piss, she finally managed to calm herself down a little when he ran out of steam.
The next one in line jacked off in her hair. She took that, trying not to cry. That would only give them satisfaction. Her hair was her prize possession. She might have great tits, a lovely face, a trim waist and a fantastic ass, but it was her lustrous hair that she preened and pampered the most. Now it was caked with dirt and fizz, beginning to harden in strands from the piss.
She thought she was ready for the next one who came up to her with a limp cock. She thought it would be like having the very first one piss on her. She was dead wrong-it was even worse. She knew what was coming, and there wasn't a way in hell she could avoid it.
He tried to piss into her mouth!
Several of them lined up and chased her across the field, pissing on her as they went. She was hampered by the dog collar and chain around her neck. If she could have gotten free of the chains binding her wrists, she would have been better able to balance and run at the same time.
But they were relentless. Not until the last of the pledges was drained did they let her rest.
The blonde girl fell down in a pitiful heap, sobbing and crying. She curled into a total position and tried to die. Not even that would release her from the torment given by these depraved students. She finally controlled her crying, only to hear the demonic laughter of several members of the fraternity.