Chapter 3
Lynn ran blindly. She felt her throat convulse with fear, threatening to choke her to death. The teenager had never believed she could feel such panic as she was experiencing now. The idea of losing her virginity was something of a shock.
She was drunk, so she staggered, and this made all the images she saw appear even larger than life. She saw cocks vanishing into cunts. She saw mouths opening to swallow entire pricks. She witnessed the most depraved sexual acts possible as she ran wildly through the fraternity house, seeking an exit.
The blonde girl finally tumbled down the stairs; with Hank hotly pursuing her. She didn't know which way to turn. Everything was twisted and wrong. She found a door and opened it. A step inside, then another, and she was tumbling head over heels down another flight of stairs.
"Ummm, ohh," she moaned, stunned. The fall had dazed her, clouding her vision more than it had been before. When she was finally able to focus her eyes, she screamed.
In the basement of the fraternity house was a complete torture chamber. It looked like something out of the Middle Ages. She had seen pictures of the equipment used by the Spanish Inquisition. This was more modern, but the uses hadn't changed in many centuries.
Chains dangled from overhead beams, with strong wrist shackles attached Whips were neatly racked on the walls. A brazier burned with charcoal, a branding iron glowing red-hot in it. She felt faint and wanted to puke but something kept her from passing out. Struggling to stand, the girl was all too aware of her predicament. She had fled an orgy, and had fallen into the pits of hell. Her situation was dire. She knew she didn't have any panties. She could feel a dank breeze from some unknown source creeping up under her short skirt, lewdly caressing her hot pussy lips. Reaching out, she supported herself on one of the broad wooden pillars. The wood splintered and entered her soft ash. Pulling away, she yelped in surprise at the tiny points of blood on her palm.
Fear clutched at her again as she gazed around wild-eyed. The stocks in the corner of the room were under a barred window. She could never hope to span those iron rods to escape. The pile of leather garments in another corner made her cry out in fear. Fetters of all kinds littered the entire length of a third wall. Behind her was the stairway.
A creaking in the stairs made her spin around and put one delicate hand to her mouth.
"Here she is," came Hank's voice, quavering just a little. "Goddamn, how was I to know she was a flaming virgin?"
"You did well, brother," came Martin Reinhardt's voice.
Lynn backed up and burned her ass against the red hot brazier in the center of the room. She cried out, a trapped animal noise, and continued backing until there was nothing but damp stone wall behind her. She tried to press herself through the wall, hoping they wouldn't see her.
They spotted her instantly.
"Don't be afraid, Lynn," said Reinhardt, his voice oily smooth. He was dressed in a monk's habit. The hem of the black garb dragged the ground with a soft hissing sound that was almost obscene. He held out his hand toward her. "Everything is going to be all right. You have been chosen for our initiation. You should feel proud."
"I . . . I've been chosen?" she stammered. "I don't want any part of it. All this," she gestured around the room, "what is all this for?"
"Our initiation, of course," the president of the fraternity said. "We are an ancient order, and our advisor has contrived to put together truly ancient rites for us. They involve the use of a virgin. Hank tells me you qualify. It is rare finding a virgin these days. You are a vanishing breed? "I . . I'm not!" she lied.
"Ah, I see that you are. A simple test like that will verify it. You shouldn't lie to us. It will only make the ceremony painful for you."
The others from the fraternity gathered, slowly descending the stairs. The cellar seemed packed with them, and Lynn tried to push through and escape. Hands clutched at her to push her back. She tried to fight her way up the stairs, but found the gathered throng's force too great. She couldn't escape their clutches no matter how hard she tried.
"Relax. It will make it easier."
Others muttered, "God, a virgin! Shit, I never believed they even existed. This is going to be great!"
"Let me go. Please! Hank," she cried out. "You can't let them do this to me!"
"Do what?" demanded Hank. "This is all right, Lynn. Really. It's all part of the ritual."
She stared at him, her eyes wide with horror. He seemed to be drugged. She knew then that there had been more than alcohol in the punch. Some other vile drug had been added! She wasn't drunk, she had been drugged! That was the only explanation for the behavior of all the pledges as they silently circled her and pinned her against the wall.
"Yes," said Reinhardt, "there was an aphrodisiac in the punch. It numbs the higher por- tions of the brain and brings out the animalistic instincts. It is a shame you didn't drink enough. You would actually enjoy what is to follow. As it is, you might feel considerable pain."
"Who is this advisor of yours?" she cried out. "He won't let you do this to me!"
"He is not here, but he would approve. He has been here for many such initiations. The drug causes forgetfulness, but I don't think it is necessary to force it upon you now. I want to see how you react without the drug."
"I'll see you all in Hell!"
"No, and you won't go to the police afterwards," Reinhardt said, gesturing to his pledges to advance on her. "It would be your word against ours. Everyone knows of the promiscuity of college coeds. We would say that you wanted to pull a train twenty men long-and die!"
"Pull a train?" she said numbly.
"You wanted to fuck twenty men, one after another. Perhaps you did, and then decided it would be interesting to get us all in trouble. At any rate, it will be your word against ours. And many of us are quite reputable and upstanding people, with considerable wealth and power."
She realized what Reinhardt said was true. The fraternity was noted for the wealth of its members and the power their families wielded. She couldn't possibly say or do anything to get any of them in trouble. She was going to be their sex toy to use as they saw fit. In all the years they had been carrying on these depraved rites, she might be the first not to have been drugged into forgetfulness.
The pledges seized her and pulled her erect. In less than a heartbeat, they had her wrists firmly shackled from the dangling chains. The ominous clicks of the closing locks sent sick thrills through her body. She was dangling, her toes barely touching the pound. Her arms were pulled up and at forty-five degree angles with her shoulders. She felt as if she were being pulled apart.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried out, feeling humiliated and abused. She couldn't even fight them off now. Her hands were too firmly imprisoned by the shackles. She strained to stay on tiptoe, the muscles in her legs knotting and beginning to cramp, from the strain.
The blonde realized that her position had been carefully chosen by Reinhardt. Her tits were flattened against her chest by the extreme position of her arms. She knew her ass was firm and tightly bunched; she could feel the muscles beginning to knot there, too. The girl was totally in the power of these depraved college students. There was nothing she could do, not even scream for help. The basement walls would effectively dampen any such cries on her part.
"Let the ceremony begin," Intoned. Reinhardt, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest. Dressed as he was in the monk's habit, he looked the part of some medieval inquisitor. Lynn could imagine him torturing heretics to death: People just like her.
She watched in mute horror as Hank and two others advanced on her with wickedly gleaming knives. The long blades caught the dim available light and reflected it back to her horror-struck eyes. She knew they were going to slash her to bloody ribbons.
The blonde teenager passed out for a moment as the knives came, closer to. her tender white flesh. But the steel didn't even nick her skin. The quick movements of the knives took away all her clothes. Slice after slice freed the sleeves of her blouse, the sides of her skirt, even the sides of her shoes. The super-sharp blades totally stripped her of her clothing and dignity.
Dangling stark-naked in front of the men, she had never felt more helpless in her entire life. She bowed her head and began to cry futile tears. She felt them slowly trickle down her cheeks and drip onto her flattened tits. The salty tears tickled and puddled on her nipples before dripping off to the stone floor.
"Bring forth the vibrator," called Reinhardt.
Lynn's head snapped up to attention. She opened her mouth La speak and found that wards refused to come out. Some anonymous pledge advanced on her, holding a twelve-inch long ivory colored dildo. With a quick turn of his wrist, he turned the vibrator on. The horrid device began to quiver and shake. She knew instantly what he was going to do with it.
"You can't!" she screamed. "You can't tape me with that. It.. .it'll ripe me apart inside!"
And then the world turned to red pain for her. She felt the blunted tip of the shivering rod of plastic touch her cunt lips, sending a tremor of desire into her body that confused her. The girl knew she should be hating this, fearing it, and she was getting pleasure from it! The thick vibrator was stuffed an inch into her cunt, and she felt herself being pulled apart.
Pain mounted. Then a hard thrust came against her rubbery hymen. Her cherry popped, and a red pain showed in her eyes. She was positive she would bleed to death. Her insides were ruptured and torn. She would die on this spot.
Then the pain receded a little. She felt the insidious shivering of the vibrator deep in her cunt where no man's prick had ever been sheathed. The shaky feeling spread throughout her belly. The pain diminished and soon went away, replaced by pure lust. She hated herself for it. She didn't want to get turned on, but she was.
"Please," she begged. "get this thing out of me. Take it out and fuck me with your cock! I want to feel a real man's prick inside my poor little cunt!"
"Let no man's prick enter her virgin cunt until I so order it!" cried the robed man.
"No, no," she begged. "I can't stand this damned vibrator in me. I want to feel hot cock fucking me! Don't leave this in me. It . .. it's inhuman!"
"Lower her: The second part of the initiation will now take place."
She heard the grinding of a wheel behind her, and the chains holding her slackened. She collapsed to her knees, still held up by the chains. Her arms were pulled hard above her head, and the shackles on her wrists seemed even tighter than before.
"Suck the cock thrust into your mouth," came the cold command.
She blinked and saw a limp prick in front of her face. She wanted to deny that this entire scene was happening. This was the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. Torture like this didn't happen!
The limp prick was held in a firm hand and shoved between her protesting lips. She sucked in her breath and received a satisfied sigh in response. The girl hardly knew what to do. This was terrifying to her. She was being used. The vibrator in her pussy still hummed, singing out its song of mechanical lust.
She felt its vibrating fingers reach into her belly, stroking bidden nerves, nerves never touched by a man's cock. She was responding to this dildo rape; Her pussy was beginning to flood with her cum oils. She wanted a cock fucking her, and all she had inside her tight cunt was a thick staff of lifeless plastic.
The blonde picked hard on the cock in her mouth. It was all the teenager could do to deviate some of the pent-up desires attacking her body. She loved the taste of the prick. The heavy male musk turned her on even more than the vibrating fake prick in her tight cunt.
"Suck harder!" demanded Reinhardt, standing to one side. His hand reached down between her legs and gripped the butt end of the vibrator. He began twisting and turning it inside her cunt. She felt her pussy walls try to hang onto the slick plastic. It was twisting her apart inside. Then the thick love juices oiled it enough to let it slip freely.
The friction still burned brightly in her untried cunt. The girl gasped and moaned and sucked even harder on the cock thrust between her lips. She was rewarded by the sudden gush of jism.
Choking on the flood of come, she tried spitting it out. The harsh command, "Swallow!" made her do just that. Immediately, she found another already erect cock shoved into her mouth.
She sucked, trying to give the best head she could. The girl's mind was tumbling and churning with confusion. She thought that if she could suck all of the men off, she would be allowed to go free. The vibrator in her cunt was making it almost impossible for her to do anything but obey the cold commands of the robed Reinhardt.
She was beginning to hate him and this entire initiation. But as long as she was chained, and he had his hands on the butt end of the vibrator, there was little she could do to escape. She sucked harder, using her tongue more, in an attempt to get the man who was face fucking her, off.
She rolled her tongue around the rim of his cock. She felt the flesh tremble as she stroked the underside of his prick. Then she sucked harder and felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. His entire length plunged into her mouth.
The girl felt his balls limply slap against her chin before she realized he had fucked all the way down past her tonsils. His cock was firmly lodged deep in her throat.
For a long heartbeat, the blonde was in a timeless state. Nothing moved. She felt the vibrator as something distant. Her cunt was filled to overflowing with the mechanical cock, but it wasn't doing its job on her tender pussy walls. The prick in her throat wasn't shivering with lust, nor dancing around like crazy. All this wasn't happening to her at all, she thought.
She tried to convince herself that it was a dream. She was able to fantasize about fucking Professor Matthews. This was just another dream, a dream out of control.
The frozen moment melted, and she felt the quivery shaft of the vibrator. Reinhardt began fucking her with it, her resilient pussy walls expanding to take the vibrator's girth. The man, whose prick had been buried in her face, slowly pulled out. Gasping for air, she stimulated him more than she had intended.
Her hot breath gusted through his tangled bush and caressed his balls. He went berserk. He face fucked her with all the force locked up in his body, then jetted out the creamy load of his come.
Gagging, she tried spitting his jism out onto the floor. The command stopped her; "If you do, we will use the branding iron on your cunt." The vibrator was turned hard inside her tender cunt to emphasize the point. She swallowed hard, and the jism went down her throat.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried out. "I haven't done anything to any of you! Let me out of here!"
"We need the purity of a virgin to consecrate our pledges," came the mysterious answer. "It is an old rite, one going back to the Stone Age. Many cultures sacrificed a virgin, but none quite like we do. Keep sucking."
Another prick filled her mouth. She let her pulpy lips drag along the sides of the shaft, the huge purpled knob rubbing against her teeth. She tried to bring off the man as quickly as she could. The girl had the idea that this might go on all night if she didn't try to get every single one of the men off.
She sucked and sucked and sucked. The taste of cock after cock filled her mouth. A flood of jism always followed, only to be replaced by still another prick. They were face fucking her faster than she could handle. Her lips burned with the friction of their steady thrusts; They drove their meaty cocks into her mouth until she simply knew she couldn't take any more.
And then she was forced to suck on more prick. The girl should have enjoyed this, but she didn't. The chains were cutting into her wrists. Her shoulders ached from the strain of being hung up like this. Most of all, her pussy was screaming in pain from the violation of the vibrator.
The thick plastic rod remained inside her virgin cunt until she wished she had been like all the other girls in her high school, who had lost their Virginity when they were fifteen or sixteen. Her cunt should have been able to take a cock, even one made from plastic.
The torture didn't let up, and neither did the never-ending row of pricks being shoved into her face. She thought she would drown in jism before she reached the last of the pledges to the fraternity.