Chapter 4
"Stop it! Don't torture me any more!" pleaded Lynn, though she knew her pleas were falling on deaf ears.
Martin Reinhardt stood, arms crossed, the cowl of his robe pulled up around his face. He was an eerie, aloof figure, totally dominating the scene. Whatever he wanted done, the drugged members of the fraternity would do.
To him she pleaded, and from him she received nothing but a cold smile that taunted her.
She struggled to her feet. She felt the cold bite of the steel against her wrists, and this spurred her on. When Lynn managed to get her feet under her, she almost collapsed again. The quivering spike of the vibrator remained in her pussy.
Shaking and twisting from side to side as she tensed and relaxed her cunt- muscles, Lynn managed to squirt the imitation cock from her twat. Relief flooded her body as it dropped to the floor, but her legs remained weak and watery from her ordeal.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked again. "I've never done anything to deserve this treatment!"
"You haven't?" came the cold question from the robed man. "We do not pick the women used in these initiations at random. Careful study was made before choosing you. You were a virgin, true. That was only one of the qualities we sought."
"What else, could there be?"
"You are, to use a crude term, a cock teaser. You delight in tormenting men with your voluptuous body, your ample tits, your waggly ass. And after you have aroused them to the point of erection, you refuse to carry through with your blatant promises."
"So what?" the blonde teenager demanded. "There's no law against that. But this, what you're doing to me, it's kidnap and rape, and God alone knows what else it might be. That's illegal!"
"And what you do is immoral. We are trying to show our pledges that they are men and can cope with anything in the world. Dominating one such as you reinforces their will."
"Go to hell!" she spat.
Reinhardt only laughed at her. Lynn felt cold inside. Sure, she was a real prick teaser, but that was no reason for them to string her up like a side of beef and do all these terrible things to her. She tried to kick out and stop the man when he reinserted the vibrator in her pussy.
For a terrifying moment, she realized she wanted it inside her, comforting her, filling her where a cock should have been. Then the buzzing came again, and a million imaginary butterflies went berserk inside her tortured pussy. The feathery light touches turned into something more. It was pure torture for her when the man began moving the artificial cock in and out of her pussy. She felt her cunt lips clinging to the sides of the vibrator as if it were a real cock.
"Please, that hurts!"
"That is your fault. You could have enjoyed a real cock. Hank offered to fuck you. You would have both enjoyed it. But you turned him down for reasons known only to your sick mind."
"Sick? Me? It's you who're the sicko!" she moaned. The vibrator began corkscrewing around inside her, touching her innermost membrane, stimulating nerve endings never touched by a man's prick.
"You! You, come over here. She is yours for the taking!"
Lynn turned and looked over her shoulder. Two of the robed figures were advancing on her. A momentary flash of doom descended on her before the men reached up and unfastened her shackles.
She fell forward, one of them catching her. She was too weak to stand, and this annoyed her. She had to show them she was better than they were, and here she was, acting like a weak woman.
"Bend her over that," Reinhardt pointed behind her.
"No!" she cried. The red hot brazier he had indicated would sear her nipples off, if the pair of robed fraternity men tried to shove her down onto it! She fought hard, but it did her no good. She wasn't strong enough.
They forced her forward. She felt the heat from the burning coals radiating up and heating her large boobs. Sweat popped from her skin and trickled down the cones of her tits. When the sweat finally ran off, it hissed and steamed on the coals.. Just as she was certain that they were going to burn her nipples off, the two men moved her toward a stone altar.
The cold stone against her heat-aroused nipples came as a complete shock to her. She cried and moaned piteously, like some tiny animal trapped in the forest. They caught up her arms and pulled, them across the stone, and securely fastened her wrists to steel cuffs imbedded there.
The girl realized the position she was in. Stretched across this altar, her ass wiggling up in the air, she was in a position that the depraved men could do anything they wanted to her.
"Stop it this instant!" she cried.
They advanced on her, robes hiked up to expose their hard-ons. She may have sucked them all off but the aphrodisiac they had all taken gave them fantastic staying, power. In other circumstances she might appreciated this fact, but not now, not when they threatened her like they did.
One of them picked up a small whip. She felt the pain stinging her plump asscheeks before she realized the whistling noise she'd heard was the whip singing through the air. The man continued to whip her ass until she was positive he was stripping the flesh off her body.
She cried openly. She bent forward and let the cold, rough stone tear into her tender boobs. The blonde girl no longer cared what happened to her. She was a lost soul, tormented by these beasts from Hell.
The whip rose and fell repeatedly. The girl eventually realized she was receiving stinging, but stimulating blows. In spite of the pain, there-was a small bit of arousal in her. The more the man used the whip on her naked ass, the more stimulation she received.
Soon, her pussy obscenely drooled cunt oils down the insides of her fleshy thighs. She hated herself for what was happening. She knew her asscheeks were striped red from the whipping she was receiving. She was in pain from it, but her body was responding as if she had received all the pleasure she could handle!
"She gets hot," one of the robed men observed. The whip never stopped its monotonous whistle sting-slap rhythm. It didn't cut deeply into her flesh, but it did warm her ass unlike any spanking she had ever received.
The girl's thoughts turned back to her father. He had always lowered her pants and spanked her bare ass. It had been much like this. And now, for the first time, she could admit she had gotten off on that. Across her daddy's lap, she had felt her pussy begin to churn, perhaps for the very first time.
Now she was going to pay the price for that illicit desire. She had wanted her father sexually, and she was being tormented by robed men for that reason.
"Stop this. I can't take any more of your whipping!" she moaned. But the girl didn't know if she really meant that. The pain had changed into something else inside her well-beaten ass. The heat from the whipping had burned along her nerve endings, and seemed to have finally resided in her cunt.
The blonde teenager didn't understand this at all. The warmth of her flogged flesh concentrated along the walls of her pussy. She felt her flood of love juices begin to run faster and faster, trickling down the insides of her thighs until she wanted to cry out in joy.
But pain wasn't the same as joy. Or was it? Lynn no longer sure.
She heard the soft scuffing of shoes against the stone floor as one of the hooded men approached her: Turning her head, she tried to see who it was. She couldn't tell if it was Reinhardt or not. It might even have been Hank, her hank, the boy she'd thought she had so firmly under her thumb. She had sucked off just to come to this strange initiation. If only she hadn't been so sure of herself.
She shuddered as a hand reached out and gently stroked along the curve of her spanked ass. She cringed as pain hit her again. The welts stood out in bold relief, red mounds all over her buttocks. The hand pressed down, as if assessing the temperature other flesh.
"It is good enough," the man intoned. She was struck by the fact that all the men were now wearing the cowls of their robes up over their heads. Unless they happened to turn in just the right way, she couldn't even see their faces.
Whipped and raped by faceless men!
She began to cry out in anger and sorrow and pain. Then she felt the coarse robes rubbing along her beaten asscheeks. The chains cut mercilessly into her wrists, and her tits were mashed down onto the cold stone of the altar. Never had she been in a worse predicament.
She felt the long, hard length of a man's erect cock poking between the meaty slabs of her ass suddenly. "No, please, no, you can't fuck me up the ass! You can't, not after you-whipped me like that. You'll really hurt me! You'll tear me apart inside!"
"Do it," came the cold command from the other side of the room.
Lynn screamed as the blunted head of the cock forced its way between her tensed asscheeks, seeking out her asshole. When the glans of the man's prick hit her anal sphincter, she screamed again. She didn't want that huge battering ram of cock shoved all the way up her ass.
"AIEEEEE!" she screamed again.
The cock shoved harder against her dry asshole. The man was not going to stop until he had buried his cock and balls deep up her rectum! She kept her muscles as tight as she could to prevent his entry up her tightest passage, but her body was losing the battle. She felt her muscles begin to relax just a little bit.
A surge of pain worse than anything she had ever felt before ripped through her brain. Her entire body convulsed as agony swept through her. Then she was able to relax just a little. The long, hot prick was firmly lodged all the way up her asshole. She felt it throbbing and pulsing with virile life. As. her inner membrane stretched, the pain vanished to be replaced with-what? She couldn't put it into words. Not joy. She would have recognized that instantly. And this wasn't the searing, bone-jarring pain of even a few minutes before. The cock danced around and pressed erotically against her bowels. She could feel every single contour of that mighty prick. The thick head of the knobby glans spread her tender tissues wide apart. A big blue vein on top of his prick throbbed with desire. The entire shaft of his cock filled her more than she would have ever thought possible.
The real pain then came. He withdrew, one slow inch at a time. Her asshole was not lubricated for this type of fucking, and the suction formed in her guts was threatening to pull her ass inside out.
"Don't, I can't stand it! Don't do this!" she cried over and over. The girl knew her ravaged insides were being twisted, ripped and torn into bloody shreds. She would die. She would never be able to stand up straight again. Her assflesh ached and burned from the whipping. Now her entire ass was on fire from the fucking.
"Again! Enter her again!" The words echoed across the basement.
She tensed, but not soon enough. The ponderous column of cock smashed into her body again, filling her to the point where she wanted to pass out. But she didn't faint. This time-the pain was less. Her body had learned how to take such a large male invader up the backside. She almost enjoyed it this time!
The warmth filled her and soothed ha. It didn't quite stimulate here but it came close. She felt the rough robe rubbing against the curves of her ass.
Even this turned her on a little more. Her pussy continued to dribble and run with its fuck oils. The girl was confused. She was responding to this butt fucking. Why? She should be outraged. She couldn't possibly enjoy this!
The man started fucking her with long, smooth strokes. Every movement was agony for her, The dry tunnel of her asshole was burning with the friction of even these slow movements. As the man began to pick up speed, she cried and thrashed around, trying to escape. She couldn't. No matter how she turned, his cock was there, aimed directly up her shit chute.
The chains rattled loudly as she tried to pull herself up on top of the stone altar. The blonde rapidly found that trying to get away in this manner was not what she wanted. It gave the man a different angle of entry into her ass. He could fuck her ass even more powerfully than before, and he did.
Every singe thrust into her tortured body rattled her teeth. The friction of cockflesh against asshole was more than she could stand. The fifes spread rapidly throughout her body. Her belly began to churn. The sexual tensions mounted inside her until she finally came.
"Unnggghhhhh!" she moaned out, unwilling to show the true extent of her pleasure. She knew that there would be no mercy at all from these men. They were going to use her repeatedly until they were tired of her, or until their bizarre initiation ceremony was at an end.
She almost wished she had drunk enough of their punch so that the aphrodisiac would have taken control of her tender young body. She would have forgotten all about this torture by the morning. But she knew intimately every detail of the cornholing going on. She felt the cock as it surged into ha bowels. She shuddered as it pulled out. She came again when she felt the hot rush of the man's jism.
She received the sexiest enema of her life, and just as she was reveling in the warm afterglow of a good fucking, she felt another man come up behind her to take the place of the man she had exhausted.
"No, not another one of you! Please, I beg you!"
"Fuck her as your fellow initiate has done," that monstrous voice commanded.
The man behind Lynn moved forward, his hands resting on her whipped butt. He moved the asscheeks apart and thrust his erect cock into the now soggy mire of her asshole. The prior man's fizz still hadn't caked, and that eased this second man's entry considerably.
He jammed himself balls deep into her seething hot asshole. She grunted and shivered all over at the impact of his body against her buttocks. The girl's ass was on fire again. The friction of the rough robes over her naked, flogged ass was more than she could stand. The lightest of touches was enough to send her off into gales of tears.
She came again, even as she was feeling the in- tense pain being inflicted on her tender assmeat.
"No, no, no," she moaned. "What's wrong with me? I can't be enjoying this! I just can't. I hate you all! I do, I do!"
She tried to get a grip on herself and found it hard. The chains rattled on her wrists, and her belly was being scraped raw by the motion of her body over the stone altar. Every time the man's prick smashed into her, it carried her a few inches across the rough stone. Her tits were almost dangling over the far end of the altar. She was in the perfect sacrificial position, except on her belly.
The cock slid in and out of her ass with greater speed this time. The first man's jism lubricated the way for the second. He fucked with quick, short strokes. The girl felt the tensions mount rapidly inside her belly, then snap with all the force of years of repressed desire.
She came harder than before. As she drifted down from her sexual high, she felt the man's cock hosing her insides down. Before she could wiggle off the far side of the altar, another man replaced him and began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Lynn sobbed softly to herself. She was nothing more than a once-virgin receptacle for these depraved men. Dressed in robes, they were nameless and faceless. Even if she should escape and go to the police, who could she accuse? Reinhardt was right. They were all decent citizens, fine students, pillars of the community. She couldn't bring charges against them, especially when she was unable to identify all of them due to the robes.
She didn't even know who the fraternity advisor was, the depraved man who had started all this. Reinhardt had mentioned that their advisor wasn't able to attend the ceremonies this evening, but that he was the one responsible for thinking them up.
As she felt cock after cock fuck her ass and then deflate after coming, she wondered what sort of a man it was who could start something like this. The girl was crying openly by the time the last of the initiates had finished fucking her once-virgin asshole.