Chapter 7
Lynn didn't know how long she had slept with the brunette on top of her. She had seldom felt more comfortable, in spite of all the aches and pains in her tortured body. Her pussy ached from the mistreatment it had been given, her ass stung every time she stirred on the cold stone altar, and her shoulders were beginning to hurt from the position she was forced to assume because of the chains on her wrists.
And inspite of all this, she felt good.
The lesbian lovemaking had done it. She felt she had gotten back at the robed men watching her. They had expected her to be humiliated, degraded by the experience. She had enjoyed the hell out of it. She realized the brunette was drugged and wouldn't remember a bit of it when she came around. Lynn found herself feeling just a little sorry for that.
They had been good together. She hadn't thought it possible to want another woman the way she did that foxy brunette. The way that girl used the dildo on both of their cunts had been expert. It was obvious that she had lots of experience, either with the real thing or with other women. Lynn didn't much care. She idly wished she could find the other girl when she got out of this, and maybe then they could do more of this.
She shivered at the thought that intruded. When she got free of this predicament . . . when! She mentally changed that to "if." She might never be allowed to go free. The robed men didn't want witnesses to their depraved ceremonies. She was both a witness and one of their victims. If the drug had fully affected her, she would have forgotten all the things they did to her.
She might have woken up in the morning aching all over, her pussy hurting like hell. One of them would have leered at her and made thinly veiled comments about what a good time she'd had after she got drunk. She would have been too embarrassed to ever ask what had happened. She would have assumed Hank had popped her cherry while she was drunk, and that was that.
But she knew. She knew all about their bizarre initiations, and that their advisor had designed all this. And she was growing to hate them with an intensity that wouldn't die down.
The warm afterglow from the fucking with the brunette faded away, and she became more and more aware of the pains in her lush, trim body Even her hair seemed to hurt.
Moaning, she pulled herself upright. The other girl's body rolled limply to one side of the stone altar. Lynn glanced at her and felt a lump form in her throat. God, was she beautiful! She could understand why the men had chosen her.
Looking around the torture chamber basement, she saw the tight knot of robed men slowly moving in a double line toward her. She had no idea how long she had been asleep. It was long enough for her to regain some of her strength. No longer did the coed feel totally drained and incapable of movement. Now she wanted to get up and run, to flex her strained muscles, to see exactly how much they had done to her.
"Remove that one," said the lead figure. Two of the pledges took the sleeping brunette and dragged her toward the stairs.
"Where are you taking her?" demanded Lynn. For some reason, she felt protective toward the girl.
"Her part in the ceremony is over. She has performed it well. Soon, the drug will wear off and she will awaken confused. Someone must be with her at that time to explain her bodily aches, perhaps to ease than in an expert way."
"You mean someone's got to be there to fuck her silly again."
The robed figure didn't answer. He simply pointed at her, and two of the others came up, carrying a dog collar.
"You.., you're not going to put that thing on me!" flared Lynn, but she wasn't able to effectively fight them off. With her hands still chained, she could only struggle a little. The pair of them were far too strong for her. The spiked dog collar was snapped around her neck, almost painfully tight. She found she had trouble breathing with it on. A long, slender chain ran from the collar to a small coil on the floor.
"Her hands. Cuff them."
The robed men produced a pair of shackles similar to the ones worn by the brunette. They quickly placed these on Lynn's wrists, then released her from the stone altar's shackles. She could move, even clasp her hands in front of her body, but she was still very much their prisoner. With the dog collar around her neck, and the slender, golden links holding her wrists together, she couldn't hope to escape.
"What do you want of me! What are you going to do that you haven't done to me already!"
"One last ceremony must be performed. You will be released. You will flee and the pledges will chase you. They will be admitted to our ancient and sacred fraternity if they catch you and fuck you. If they fail to either catch you or consummate their capture with at least five strokes, they will not allowed to join our ranks."
"The hell with you!" Lynn declared. She sat uncomfortably on the stone platform, the tough rock cutting into ha asscheeks. Crossing her arms defiantly, she declared, "I'm not going to let any half assed morons bent on rape chase me! Do what you want, but I'm not going to run."
Someone snickered. That sent a cold chill of fear up Lynn's spine. She suddenly realized they must have a way of making her run, and it probably wasn't going to be nice.
One of the men silently left the double row of robed men and went to the brazier. He took out one of the branding from and tested it. Lynn was able to see him spit on it. The hiss of steam and the tiny tendrils of smoke that rose told her how hot that iron really was. She cringed as he approached her with it.
"Some of our more active members enjoy these ceremonies more than others, said the leading figure. "This brother is one who enjoys using that branding iron."
The red hot tip of the iron approached Lynn's face. She tried to escape. Severe of the robed pledges grabbed her and held her. The iron came closer and closer to her face. She could feel the heat radiating from it. The lightest touch of that death wand would scar her permanently.
The heat threatened to blister her cheek. Then the man slowly moved it down her body. She felt the intense heat just above the hollow iii her throat she worked it lower. A feather-light brush across one of her breasts made her scream in agony. The ugly stench of burned titflesh come to her nostrils. He had only lightly touched her, and the pain was intense! She didn't know if it would leave a scar or not. She didn't think so, but the promise of deeper bums was still there.
"You will run."
She didn't know why she was saying no. It might have been the cold, emotionless command to flee. It might have been an agonized plea not to burn her with the branding iron. She didn't know. She was too panic-stricken to think straight.
The branding frog moved just a hair's width above her nipple. She didn't understand what was happening to her. The nipple actually sprang erect, as if she were aroused by it. She thought the nipple might be trying to commit suicide by rising to touch the iron. Just as her nipple started to pulse and throb with real desire, the branding iron moved.
She liked where it went even less.
She could feel the intense heat from that iron rod between her legs. The man moved the branding iron slowly, closer to her snatch. She felt the pussy fur on her pubic mound begin to sear. The stench of burned hair rose to her nostrils. The pain she felt from the heat was almost nonexistent, but the fear of anticipation pushed her closer and closer to fainting.
"You can't do this!" she pleaded. "Stop, stop it this instant! I...I'll do anything you want. Anything! But don't burn me with that iron. Not there!"
She felt her cuntlips begin to pulse. Her outer lips were filling with excited blood. It was as if her body had turned traitor and sought out the very things that hurt her the most. She was responding sexually to the threat of intense pain.
The girl didn't understand that. She knew that pleasure and pain were almost the same thing. Only thin walls separated them in most people. But she had crossed over that divide and was getting turned on by pain!
They had done this to her. They had corrupted her feelings. They made her respond sexually to another woman. They had raped her virgin cunt and stimulated her in ways she'd never dreamed of before. They were turning her into some grotesque monster of perverted sexual desires. They were the ones who had introduced her, a virgin in most sexual matters, to the most depraved and degrading acts possible.
She hated them, and she felt even more confusion about what was going to happen with the branding iron.
Lynn didn't want it to touch her delicate flesh. The blisters, the seared cunt lips, would mark her as deformed for the rest of her life. And yet she was growing damper and damper in the pussy. She wanted it to touch her almost as much as she feared it would!
"No, please, anything!" she sobbed. "Anything you want, I'll do it! Anything at all!"
The heat against her fragile pussy lips, her inner thighs, even her tortured assflesh, made her quiver in fear. Then the heat vanished from between her legs; "You will run," came the simple command.
She nodded her blonde head, hair flying in wild disarray. She brushed it back and looked up. To her surprise, the basement was empty. Somehow, all the robed men had left. Startled, she stood and took a hesitant step forward. The coed was a little weak, but the feeling of freedom being so close at hand made her thrill.
The golden chains still bound her wrists. The nakedness bothered her, too, but she would do anything to be free of this horrible place. She went to the stairs and looked up, almost expecting to see a robed man at the head of the stairs, guarding it. All that came from above was a steady chant. She realized then that all the men had gone upstairs to complete their ceremony. The girl would have to escape before they returned.
Wild-eyed, she ran around the basement seeking some other way out. The windows were barred with iron rods thicker than her fingers. She couldn't hope to bend them out of shape and escape that way. Finally, her desperate searching uncovered a door. She yanked it open and, to her relief, found that it lead outside. It WOS apparently seldom used. Perhaps before this was made into a fraternity house, the gardener had used this room to put the tools away. He wouldn't have to disturb the people in the house that way.
She quickly made her way up the rickety stairs and out into the yard. It was well past midnight. The cold wind whipped around her naked body and cunningly sought out her most private places. A tendril of cool air inserted itself up her cunt. She shivered as the wind whipped around her pussy, matting the pubic fur and sending icy blasts up and down her spine. Even her nipples sprang erect. She had noticed that cold often did this to her. Now she wasn't sure if it was the chilly wind, or the thought of those men chasing her to rape her if they caught her, that turned her on so much.
The blonde teenager started to run into the velvet black cloak of night, and immediately tripped and fell on her face. She managed to catch herself before she smashed face don. The girl had stepped on the chain linked through the dog collar around her throat.
Panting, she ripped and tore at that degrading collar, but it was in vain. The more her frenzied fingers tore at it, the less she was able to do. The pulse in her throat expanded her neck and caused the leather collar to cut into her flesh.
"No," she sobbed to herself "This can't be happening!"
But it was, and she knew it all too well. The damp grass soothed her whipped ass and made her pussy feel fresh and clean again. She pulled herself to her feet and started off, running blindly, not sure of where to go. The girl felt her fear rising with every step she took.
The escape was too easy. They had allowed her to get away, but they were after her. She cringed and shrank from every single night noise. And once, she had had to dodge and hide behind a low shrub as a police car slowly passed by. Lynn knew she would never be able to explain why she was naked, chained with a dog collar around her neck. They would lock her up forever and throw away the key. They might even put her in an asylum. No one except the obviously insane would run around bare-ass naked like she was doing.
After the police car had rounded a corner, she stood and looked up and down the street. She didn't recognize the area at all. It seemed to be residential, perhaps the row where many of the professors lived. She started to move to her right when a leaf crackled behind her. The blonde teenager turned and started to scream.
A meaty hand closed over her mouth, and a heavy body bore her to the ground. She kicked and fought, but it was no good. She felt her legs being spread wide apart, and a battering ram of cock thrusting into her snatch. She groaned at the entry into her twat.
It seemed to sap her of all strength. She heard tiny trapped animal noises, and suddenly realized she was the one making them. There wasn't any way she could fight off this man. He was too strong, too quick and too virile.
His cock began to move slowly in her tight, clutching pussy. The girl hated him for raping her like this, but loved him passionately at the same time. She couldn't understand her mixed emotions. She was being degraded and humiliated at every turn. She was nothing more than a cunt for these depraved men to fuck, and yet she was responding sexually to it!
"Fuck me," she moaned softly, her chained hands clutching at his strong upper arms. He laughed harshly and began jabbing in and out of her juicy twat.
She felt desire race wildly and strongly in her veins. This was living? She was a primitive woman, thrown back into the Stone Age; and this was a caveman come to take her. His cock surged all the way up into her once-virgin pussy. Her cunt walls contracted and gripped down hard on that stony length of prick.
For a moment, she thought she was going to be able to hang onto it. Then her slick cunt walls betrayed her. The cock slipped free with a lewd smacking noise. She felt the incredible suction formed in her gut. The fit between cockhead and cunt wall was almost perfect. The plunger of cock entered her again. He ground his bush into hers. She felt desire surging stronger and stronger inside.
"Yes, yes!" she cried now. "I want it. Give it all to meeeeee!"
He laughed harshly and continued to corkscrew his cock in and out of her cunt. She felt the sexual tensions mounting. The girl had always had rape fantasies but she'd thought that was all they were. To be raped by an anonymous man, to be grabbed in the dark and thrown to the pound, to feet his prick enter her pussy and drill fast and furiously into her most private depths-that was the fantasy.
Now it was reality, and she loved it as much as she had when it had only been a dream.
"Fuck meeeee." she begged.
He drove his prick in and out of her pussy until the friction mounted to the point where she was positive she could get off. She strained and struggled passionately. Arching her back, she was able to shove her snatch onto the hard rod of his impaling prick. She sang inside as her cunt walls convulsed and held onto his cock.
Then she felt the sweet, hot surge of his jism filling her insides. Her pussy walls quivered at the touch of the hot, creamy fluid. And then he was gone. She was still needy, her cunt empty and her desires taut.
She managed to open her eyes and focus them. She was alone in the night. For a ghastly moment, she thought she was going mad. She reached down and felt her turgid cunt lips, and pulled any a sticky string of jism. She knew then that it had happened. The man had thrown her to the pound, fucked her, gotten off and then left her.
The blonde girl rolled to her side and managed to get to her feet. The unfulfilled lusts gnawing away at her innards was almost enough to drive her out of her skull. It was the most inhuman torture imaginable to fuck her like that, to get her hot and almost ready to cote, and then leave her She sobbed to herself and rose, stumbling again on the chain around her neck. The girl gathered it up and held it before she ran again.
Blindly, she sought the darkness. She wanted to find a place to hide, a place where none of the others in the fraternity could find her. She stumbled and lurched, finally reaching the end of the street. The football stadium loomed, dark and ominous. But it was deserted, and it provided millions of places where a naked and frightened girl might hide until she could think more clearly.
Lynn went toward the empty stadium, thinking about finding a locker room to hide in. She might even be able to pry open one of the lockers and hide in it. No one could find her then.
Just as she reached one of the concession stands, she stumbled and fell forward. It took her dazed mind an instant to realize that she had been pushed. She tried to turn and see who was so silently stalking her. The girl failed.
Strong hands gripped her waist and guided her forward until she was leaning over the counter of the stand. A hard, long prick was thrust into her cunt from behind. She went rigid at the feel of that hot cock surging up and into her belly.
"Stop it. Don't do this to me!" she pleaded. "I I'll give you anything you want if you'll just take me back to my dorm!"
"I've got all I need right here," was the reply she received. She tried to turn and see who was fucking her so furiously from behind. The girl couldn't do it. A strong hand had laced through her lustrous blonde hair and held her head directly forward. The other hand had circled her waist and was gripping her pussy mound.
His fingers sought out her erect clit and started stroking it. All resistance left her. She allowed the stark joys of that clit diddling to wash over her like the waves of the ocean.
And the prick! It fucked faster and faster into her from behind. She didn't know the man who was fucking her, and the coed found that this added a certain zest to the fucking. She, who had been a cock teaser for so long, was coming to love the feel of a prick moving relentlessly in her pussy.
She finally came, and she realized that the man who had fucked her from behind was gone. She turned and looked around. She seemed to be alone. All that was left of the man was the warm glow in her guts from the fucking, the electric tingle in her clit and the tiny river of jism leaking out of her cunt.
Whether it was from her last faceless lover or the one earlier, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had to escape. But where? Where could she run for safety? Blindly, she turned and ran into the stadium.