Chapter 4
They left her .
Mary Lynn didn't know how long she stayed there, half-kneeling and half-sprawled over the bench. It was long enough for the pain to really affect her. She thought she would die from the intense pain shooting through her arms and shoulders. The girl tried to pull herself up and off the bench enough to give some relief to her poor crushed tits.
That didn't work.
The more she tugged at the metal stapled around her wrists, the more she cut into her own flesh. The blood continually welled up around those metal bands and ran down her arms. Panting; crying, she wished she could die. The teenager was too confused to know what else she wanted. While the men had been fucking her, she had 1oved it. The thrill of having a prick shoved balls-deep in her pussy excited her more than anything else in the world. She hated herself for liking the sensation. It had to be a sin, she'd been brought up believing that.
But how could anything that felt so good be evil?
She didn't have any answer to that. All the blonde teenager really knew was that she was being abused, tortured, degraded in the most humiliating ways possible. And all in the name of a harmless college sorority initiation. Nothing that did harm to her body like this could be called harmless. She didn't have any way of telling what changes were taking place in her head.
The girl was too frightened to even think straight.
As suddenly as they had grabbed her and fastened her to the bench, her hidden tormentors had let her go. She heard a loud squeaking noise, and then the staple around her right wrist jumped free of the bench. The one around her left wrist was levered out of the wood, too.
If this had been a movie and she had been the heroine, Mary Lynn would have leaped to her feet and dived through the window in front of her. But this was real life and not a movie. She simply lay there and moaned in agony.
Hands grabbed at her arms and pulled her painfully to her feet. Her arms had turned to lead weights. Now that the circulation slowly returned, needles of sensation danced along her skin, giving her even more pain.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "Do you get your sick thrills from humiliating me?"
"It's all part of the initiation sweetheart," came a hot whisper in her right ear.
She twisted and tried to look at the man. She wanted to be able to identify all of them when she got out of this terrible place. If she got out alive. The man moved too fast. He ducked behind her and held her right arm in a hammerlock.
"Naughty, naughty. Shouldn't look. But I will tell you about the next part of the ceremony. You are gonna help us initiate our own pledges."
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you figured it out? In return for our help in initiating you girls into Gamma Delta Iota, we guys at Epsilon Alpha Tau get help in initiation of our pledges."
"Wh-what am I supposed to do?"
The man laughed at her. "You're gonna find out soon enough. But don't worry . . . it's a breeze for you. You're gonna love it to death."
The word "death" made her shiver again. she wasn't sure if they were going to let her leave the deserted house alive. She could have them all in jail for the rest of their lives. Rape, kidnap, assault-she didn't know how many crimes they'd committed getting her to this point.
She was shoved through an open 'door, and she saw a line of teenagers standing stark naked. Lynn had vowed to remember all faces, but she never saw a single one of the men standing there. Her eyes were riveted to their cocks, all those naked cocks, some erect, some limp, some halfway in between. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips.
"Yeah, baby, get ready, because you're gonna suck off those guys . . . every single one of them."
"No!", came the sharp command from the other side of the room. "Not yet. We must see if she is able to do it properly. I will not have my pledges experience fellatio without first studying the giver, myself."
"Now that's big of you," sneered the man behind Lynn.
She still couldn't take her eyes off the cocks all lined up like soldiers at inspection. Then it was too late for her to study anything in the room. A blindfold went around her eyes. She tried to reach up and take it off but strong hands gripped her wrists behind her . She winced at the pain. The metal staples had cut deep and bloody grooves in her flesh.
Mary Lynn cried out again as a rope was looped , around her wrists and pulled tight. She was bound with her hands behind her back, and blindfolded. And that ridiculous getup she wore made her feel more naked than clothed. What bothered the blonde teenager the most was the horrifying fact that her pussy was beginning to churn and boil with lust for cock again. She was getting off on all this!
Scared, unsure of herself, she didn't even fight as she was shoved into the room. Stumbling because of the high spiked heels, she fell forward heavily, only to be caught in a man's strong arms.
She tried to look up and see who'd caught her so easily, but the man was too quick for her. He flipped her around and got behind her. All she saw was a flash of white.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed, feeling totally helpless. The girl had always been independent, able to look after herself. Now that was evaporating like dew in the morning sunlight.
"It's the initiation ceremony, doll," said the man still holding her tightly. "And we want to see how good you are at giving head."
"Please, don't do this to me. I've never done it to a guy before. I think it's d-d-disgusting," she stuttered.
"Disgusting? Chick, this is going to be great. You're gonna love it. Compared to what Morgan and Angela make some of the others do, you've got It easy. And I mean easy!"
"No, please. . . please. . . "
It did no good. The man spun her around and forced her to her knees. The blindfold was securely tied around her eyes so that she could see nothing of what was happening. But other senses came into play. She smelled the musky odor of an aroused male prick. Heat near her lips told her that something long and hot was approaching her face. She heard the scuffling sounds of feet against the wooden floor and tiny snickers throughout the room. Mary Lynn guessed there might be as many as fifteen people around her, watching her humiliation.
The teenager tugged hard at the ropes binding her wrists. She winced as the pain shot all the way up her arms and into her shoulders. The metal staples had cut deeply into her flesh. Now that they'd been replaced with rope, it was little better for her. The rope soaked up the tiny flow of blood from her wounds, and that was the only advantage she could feel. The agony she had to endure having her hands so tightly secured behind her back went on and on.
She wished she could at least have some decent clothes. The outfit Morgan had forced her to wear felt so sinful to her . She felt like a cheap whore.
These men wanted her to suck on a man's cock. She shivered at the thought. It was so disgusting, she couldn't even put it into words. She had loved the feel of a prick reaming out her virgin cunt, but the blonde girl thought that had been due only to her drugged stupor. If she'd been in full possession of her senses, she would never have liked it.
The idea that she could enjoy a man stuffing his prick into her pussy and fucking her made her want to cry. It was ugly, sordid, perverted. She wanted no part of this and was going to tell them an again.
As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt something hard and round shoved between her lips Mary Lynn almost gagged.
"Hey that's pretty damn good " came the mans words "She might be good enough for my pledges yet."
"She hasn't started sucking yet," said another voice.
"Yeah, cunt, suck cock," came Morgana's icy voice.
A foot landed squarely on the bound girls ass and made her gulp. She swallowed hard, and the cock went even deeper into her mouth. She wanted to puke but couldn't.
"Good, I tell you. She's starting to suck now. Go on, kid, suck for an you're worth. I want to feel those soft lips of yours really clamping down on my old cock."
The teenager gulped again and closed her lips around the impossibly thick pillar of the man's cock. She wanted no part of this but didn't know how to stop it. She was their prisoner. They had run her through the streets half-naked and then raped her and tied her up, and now they'd blindfolded her so she couldn't identify any of them after she got away.
Mary Lynn had no idea at all what they might be doing to Roxanne. The man had said she was lucky, that Morgan had thought up extra-special tortures for the other girls.
What were they doing to Roxanne?
"Suck!" came the cold command.
Mary Lynn felt a shudder pass through her tender young body. She could only obey. She had the awful suspicion that if she didn't do exactly as Morgan commanded, she might end up dead. Her body would be in an irrigation ditch-just an accident, the press would say, and no one would pursue it any further.
She sucked. The taste of the man's cock wasn't as terrible as she'd thought it would be. In fact, if she was forced to tell the truth she'd have to admit it excited her. Her tongue worked all over the fleshy shaft, tracing out the various contours of his cock.
The girl found the cleft head and the tiny flap of skin dangling under it. .She teased and tormented this most sensitive portion of his prick until the man danced from foot to foot with and yelped with joy. She felt a surge of power. This was about the only way she would ever be in command of the situation.
She didn't know what to do. She'd been told to suck, so she sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the vacuum she applied to the plum-colored knob of his cock. She . The girl's passions began to rise. She felt her pussy churning with desire. The simple act of stuffing his prick into her mouth and sucking on it was makmg her respond sexually!
The blonde hated herself for the way she felt. She should be rebelling instead of gettng off on this this mistreatment. She wasn asked if she wanded to give head. She wa being ordered.
There was no way she could hide the fact shw was getting so arroused, though. Her nipples poked through the holes cut in the ends of the bra cups and turned hard. They pulsed and throbbed with new desire. Her pussy was flowing constantly now, the cunt juice leaking out and dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
Her tongue darted and danced all around the man's cock. She tried to do things to figure out how best to get him turned on. The teenager rammed her tongue hard into the piss-slit. She quickly found it wasn't Possible to get her pink rough tongue down that tiny opening, but trying turned them both on even more.
She felt strong hands lacing through the blonde hair . Her face was pulled hard into the man's crotch.
"Wanna face-fuck you," he mumbled. "Shit, she turns me on! I don't believe any virgin can give a blow-job this good!"
"Maybe that's her specialty. Maybe she wouldn't put out, but would suck off all her boyfriends," Came a crude suggestion.
Mary Lynn barely heard. She was too busy relishing the taste of the cock in her mouth. She didn't care that she was blindfolded and that they'd tied her hands. If anything, it made it all the nicer for her. She wasn't responsible for what she was doing. They were forcing her to perform unnatural acts, and she could enjoy them to the fullest then.
Her tongue cradled the man's cock as it rammed in and out of her face. She pursed her lips around his prick so that she stroked hot and soft along the entire length. Tightening her jaw muscles just a little allowed her to score the sides of his cock with her teeth.
Her lips caressed, her teeth cut blood-red grooves that her flashing tongue would soothe again. The entire process made the man's cock swell even larger. The pulsating of that prick increased until it threatened to jerk free of her mouth.
That was the last thing in the world she wanted. He forced her head down into the man's pubic bush. Her nose was burrowed in the crinkly pubic fur , and then she felt his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth before it sailed on down into her throat.
She couldn't take that. She was gagging, choking, all her air cut off. She pulled her head . back in spite of the hand trying to force her to keep the cock all the way down her throat.
"Shit, I want you to deep-throat me," came the cold voice.
She couldn't even shake her head, not with the man's cock still in her mouth. She mumbled a little and sucked harder, hoping it would please him.
It didn't.
He grabbed a double handful of her hair and began jerking her face into his crotch with furious speed. She could hardly keep her lips curled around his cock. The friction of this face-fucking made her entire mouth feel dry. He was driving that huge cock of his in and out of her mouth so fast, she was confused. It shouldn't have been this way. The girl still tried to please the man, but he had taken complete control.
All she was now was a convenient mouth to fuck his prick into. She sobbed bitterly. She had been enjoing giving head. The taste, the smell, the feel of his prick agaist her lips and tongue had been great. Now he was turning this into some evil thing.
"Nooooo!" she cried as she felt his prick give a huge jerk. The girl knew instinctively what was going to happen.
Only the blindfold over her eyes kept the thick spurt of jism from getting into them. He creamed all over her hair and face. She felt the thick goo slowly trickling down her cheeks and mingling with her tears. Never had Mary Lynn felt more degraded in her life.