Chapter 3
The warmth of the afterglow caused by the frantic fucking was burned away in a hurry by hands clawing at her. The hands gripped like steel bands and shook her awake.
"Mary Lynn, please, we've got to get out of here. Please!' She recognized Roxanne's voice, but the drug in the coffee still held her in its grip. She wanted nothing more than to settle back down on the sofa and let the warmth from the fucking seep into her flesh.
Fucking?
That nagging thought kept popping up. She was a virgin. She'd never allowed a man to fuck her pussy. The girl had seldom even gone out on dates. Why did she fondly remember a fucking?
Her hand drifted down past the lacy garter belt around her waist. She felt the tops of the black silk stockings she'd been forced to wear , and then moved her hand over a little until she found the wet spot between her thighs.
Her fingers stroked all over that aroused cuntflesh. She trembled in response to her fingers. stroking the edges of her cuntlips. She felt the trickle of her cuntjuice leaking from between her pussy-lips. The sticky white goo leaking out along with her own juice had to be cum, a man's cum!
She sat bolt upright, the last traces of the drug burned from her brain by the surge of adrenaline.
"God, Roxanne, what's happening to us?"
"They want us to stay in a house filled with rapists!" cried the other girl. Tears streaked her face and her body trembled. "I don't want that to happen to me again. All those men, fucking me, making me do things I don't want."
"I hardly remember it," said Mary Lynn slowly.
"But I do remember some parts of it. They . . . they shouldn't have done this to us."
"It's criminal," sobbed Roxanne. "I want to get the hell out of here!"
"Let's go," said Mary Lynn, confused as to what was going on.
She knew how much belonging to this sorority meant to Roxanne. That she wanted to quit now when an they had to do was stay in the house for a few more hours showed how scared she was. She had been fucked against her will. That was rape. Still, Mary Lynn 's mind refused to believe it. She had the physical evidence, and the ache in her pussy was getting worse. A tiny river of blood oozed from her cunt, staining the black silk stockings.
She was no longer a virgin. That thought hit her hard. She stared in mute horror at Roxanne as it sunk in.
"God, we've got to leave now. There's no telling what they might do to us!" , she gasped.
Together, the two frightened girls went to the front door of the house, but no amount of tugging and jerking and pulling would get it open.
"Look, Mary Lynn," said Roxanne, pointing to the door frame. "Nails. Someone's nailed us in."
"The back door!" cried Mary Lynn. "Let's try the back door!"
The pair turned and raced through the cluttered house as fast as they could on six-inch spiked heels. They made an incredible picture, clad only in bra, garter belt and stockings. But they weren't thinking sexy thoughts as they skidded across the kitchen floor and tried to get the back door open.
"Nailed shut, too," said Mary Lynn. "Maybe we can try one of the windows. I saw a couple where...Roxanne!" she cried.
The brown-haired girl was gone. Mary Lynn was an alone in the kitchen.
"Roxanne!" The other girl was nowhere to be seen.
Panicked, the blonde teenager raced back into the front room of the deserted house. No creak, no moan, no slight sound betrayed where Roxanne had gone.
"Roxanne, this isn't funny. Come out right now. You can't do this to me. It isn't funny!"
She was at the point of hysteria. Dressed as she was, the girl didn't know if she should even bother getting out one of the windows. If she were seen going back to the dorm dressed as she was, she'd be tossed into jail. Any cop seeing her would think she was a hooker. But staying in this house wasn't the best solution not if the others had kidnapped Roxanne.
"Please come out," she pleaded. "Don't do this to me!"
She went to one of the windows in the front room and-found boards securely nailed across it. She remembered glancing into the dining room and seeing a street light through that window. She could get out that way. To hell with Roxanne-if the girl wanted to play tricks on her like this, let her rot in the house!
Mary Lynn went into the dining room and found the window with only a couple boards nailed over it. She crawled onto a bench and began pounding at the boards, trying to get them loose.
And then she sailed through the air. The bench had been pulled out from under her. She fell heavily, flailing and trying to keep her balance. Strong hands grabbed her from behind.
"No! Let me alone! Don't touch me!" she screamed .
"Nail her to the bench," came the cold order .
Her ears strained as she tried to identify the voice. It wasn't Roxanne, of that she was sure. It might have been Morgan. More likely, it was Angela.
"Angela, please, don't let them do this to me!"
"Nail her, I said!"
She was forced face-down onto the bench. The girl felt her tits mashing flat against the top of the wooden bench. She struggled and kicked backwards. It seemed to be what her attackers wanted. They snared each of her slender ankles as she kicked back, and pulled them wide apart.
She screamed in pain. She hadn't noticed the agony in her cunt until this moment. Her newly opened pussy was bleeding and crying for mercy.
"She needs more cock," came the dry comment.
"Let me do it," said an eager male voice. "I get the hots for any chick dressed like that. I love fucking blonde pussy, too."
"Hell, man, you never got any blonde pussy in your life. Any that was for real. And how many chicks do you know who'd get decked out like that for you? I mean, shit, those legs encased in black silk are enough to give a statue a hard-on."
"I dig the garter belt and the bra too," came the first male voice. "Let me fuck her."
"Get her nailed down first."
Mary Lynn listened to the byplay in stark horror. This couldn't be happening to her. She was only supposed to be initiated into a sorority, not turned into a sex slave. Yet the hands working on her forced her down again and pulled her arms out to either side of her body.
She heard hammering and felt huge metal staples being placed around her wrists. They were hammered down until the metal bit into her soft white flesh.
She was nailed to the top of the bench with her arms pulled as far apart as possible. Kneeling on the floor was something of a problem, because the bench was so low. Her legs were dragged back and she felt her body being lifted up. She dangled like a suspension bridge, her ankles under someone's armpits.
In this position, her pussy was pulled wide open. She felt cool air drafting across her agitated cuntlips. Everything about this position made her uncomfortable, even gave her pain. The staples holding her wrists bruised and cut her flesh. The circulation in both hands was cut off as a result. The pressure being placed on her upper body increased, the more her legs were lifted, pushing her tits down into the hard wooden bench.
In its way, this was sexy, and it turned her on. She felt her boobs expanding as the marshmallowy masses were compressed to a quarter of their size but the same amount of blood rushed through them. Her nipples hardened into throbbing points of stark lust.
Like a fuse being lit, the process went on through her body. Her nipples pulsed and throbbed and sent the message down to her heaving belly. She felt her muscles tensing and tightening, preparatory to a cock entering her pussy. The blonde teenager knew it couldn't be far from her twat, not when she was being held in this wheelbarrow position.
Tears came easily to her eyes. She was being abused. She was about to be raped again, and the helplessness she felt only added to her agony. The pain she could stand for awhile, but the feeling of being totally at the mercy of the men and women doing this to her made her seem inconsequential, little, less than human.
"Go on and fuck her. . . and be quick about it!"
"This stud's never quick but always good," bragged the man holding her legs. "This little lady's gonna get the fucking of her young life!"
"Not too hard," drawled another unseen man, "considering as how she's only had one cock in that virgin cunt of hers."
"She'll know the difference . . . wait and see," said the man as he moved forward and shoved his prick against her trembly cuntlips.
Shrieking with pain and joy when the cock hammered away at her pussy-lips, the captive girl hardily knew what to do. She was helpless, but she could still try to plead with her captors and make them give up on the idea of fucking her.
But words came slowly to her lips. The pain from her wrists and shoulders and back kept her from thinking clearly. Being swung in an arc like she was put. more and more strain on her lower back and her tits. To confuse her even more, the prick slipped easily into her cunt and burrowed until it was full-length in her feverish pussy.
"No," she managed to say, "don't do this to me. It's not right! "
"It's not right," taunted the female voice. "It's part of your initiation. I want you guys to get on with it. Don't just stand around...do it to her!"
"Angela, stop them. I don't want to join now. I want to quit!" Mary Lynn screamed as she felt the man begin to withdraw his cock slowly. The suction formed in her tight cunt threatened to pull her cuntmeat out behind it.
A lewd sucking noise sounded as his cock came free of her pussy. She was glad to be rid of that throbbing virile prick, but also sad. She wanted more of it. The blonde teenager couldn't come to grips with the perverse nature of her desires. It seemed to her that the drugged fucking in the other room had awakened a demon of lust in her loins.
Now she couldn't get enough cock to please her.
The confusion caused her to moan and sob and cry. 'She didn't know what she wanted. It was terrifying having men fuck her when she couldn't even see who it was. They were shadows, ghostly figures come out of her nightmares to haunt her. Yet she knew they were real people. She was positive her female tormentor was Angela.
The dark-haired girl had been on her case ever since she had said she was going to pledge the sorority. Maybe Angela hated blondes. Mmy Lynn didn't know or care. The humiliation of the situation was more than enough to keep her occupied.
The man holding her legs bounced into her once, and she felt his prick rake along the slippery edges of her cuntlips. It sent a volt of carnal electricity into her body that primed her for what was to come. He rammed his body forward again, and the entire length of her cunt opened to his cock.
His cock was hot and hard. The feel of so much prickmeat pressing into her most sensitive flesh made the bound girl moan and gasp in desire. She didn't want to be degraded like this. She would have loved to fuck the man in bed, with the lights out like a civilized person.
But this!
She was terrified the entire time his hips rocked back and forth, sending his cock potently against her trembling cuntlips. When the tip of his cock bounced off her aroused clit, she came.
"Unnnghh!" she moaned as she felt the ice and iron grip of orgasm crush down on her senses.
She tried to roll, to move, to writhe around. The staples around her wrists pinioned her effectively. The man holding her legs like the handles of a wheelbarrow never budged. He wasn't going to release her .
"She likes my cock," the man said. "I told you all how much I get off on blonde pussy."
"Get off faster," urged another. "I want to take a turn."
"Don't rush me. I want to show her how big my cock can seem when I stuff it back into that tight little cunt of hers."
The imprisoned girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His compliments weren't the type she was used to receiving. No man had ever told her she had a tight pussy before. No man had ever discovered that. She was pleased because it hinted that most women didn't have tight cunts. But she was also horror-struck that this could be happening to her. This was the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. And yet she was being abused just like a slave.
"God, gotta get my prick back into her pussy and fuck. This chick's just too much for me. Love the feel of those legs moving--against my body. That turns me on in a big way."
"Fuck, man everything turns you on!" came a disdainful voice. "I just like to watch you fucking her. Here, let me help you."
Mary Lynn felt fingers gripping her cuntlips. The flaps of sensitive flesh were pulled wide open, and she felt the cool air from the room coming up her superheated cunthole. And then that air was shut off by the Insertion of the man's prick. He fucked hard and fast back into her dripping wet cunt.
She responded. Her entire body tensed and pleasure raced along her nerve-endings. She would have been lying if she'd said she hated this. It felt better than anything else she had ever experienced! The girl cursed herself for not getting into the swing of things earlier. It was just too bad that she had to discover how nice fucking could be by being raped during a sorority initiation.
"Give it all to me... she sighed, feeling the cock penetrate even deeper into her pussy.
The wet squishing feeling she had inside solidified as the cock ran all the way up her cunt. The blonde girl went weak all over as the man really began to fuck her.
The heat from the friction built tiny fires in her loins. Those tiny fires were fanned into a raging forest fire by the time he had taken another dozen strokes. Her cunt was gripping and clutching wildly .at his slippery cock. He grunted as he rammed into the tightening hole and moaned as he pulled out. He would pause only a second before slamming back into her needy fuckhole.
Mary Lynn shrieked and came. The man hefted her body. up until she thought he would kill her. The staples cut into her wrists and made tiny rivulets of blood flow down her arms. The way he bent her up and forward put intense pressure on her tits. They threatened to explode as 'the lust in her body mounted.
And her pussy! It slobbered and drooled and called out for more cock.
It got it.
The man's hips lost the smooth fucking rhythm as passion seize control of his body. He fucked furiously now, his groin grinding fiercely into her crotch with every forward thrust. He pulled out with a rotary motion so every single inch of her pussy got all the cock it could stand. She came like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. When the sweet rush of his white hot jism struck her aroused cuntflesh, she came harder than ever before. She thought the earthquake of her desire would shake her apart.
By the time Mary Lynn had recovered, she found herself in an almost comfortable position. Her knees rested on the floor, and she was able to breathe easily for the first time.
"Let me go," she pleaded. "You don't want to do any more to me. Let me go!"
The mocking laugh told her that Angela wasn't about to do that. And it would do no good to go to Morgan. If anything, Morgan was even more evil and sadistic. Mary Lynn wondered why she hadn't seen it before. Those two existed only for Hell Week: so they could inflict the most degrading tortures imaginable on helpless young girls.
Like her.