Chapter 10
Mary Lynn was shaken out of her stupor by Roxanne's crying. She turned and saw the other girl in the far corner of the room. She didn't know if Roxanne had seen everything that had gone on or not. It took all Mary Lynn's strength to heave herself to her feet. Her legs were weak and her knees felt rubbery from the dual fucking she had just received. But she went to her friend's side to comfort her .
"It'll be all right, Roxanne," she said gently, wishing she could reach out and stroke the girl's hair. The brunette locks were still gleaming and shiny and clean. None of the men had come in her hair like they had in Mary Lynn's.
The blonde girl hated the sticky feeling, the way her hair clung together in white-caked ribbons. They could do anything they wanted to her as long as they left her hair alone.
But they didn't. They seemed to realize how much she cherished her waist-long hair.
Mary Lynn tried to think of ways to get back at Morgana and Angela. Nothing came to mind. She looked down at the huddled naked form of her friend and wondered if it was worth it, joining this sorority. She doubted it now. Anything that made her feel this rotten couldn't be a good thing.
She'd had some plus-factors along the way, but they were all too few. She had found that having a man 's prick in her cunt, fucking her, making her a complete woman, was about the best thing in the world. That had surprised her. She had cherished her virginity and had even been afraid of men and their rampant macho wages.
Now she felt she could go out and deal with them better. She was no longer afraid of their cocks. She desired those pricks, she wanted them sunk all the way to the hilt in her cunt and up her ass. It had startled her to find out that she loved having her asshole fucked. The girl had always given her ass just a little twitch and roll when she walked. Having a man's cock plunging all the way up her shitter turned her on more than she could put into words.
Those were the things she loved. Without the initiation, she would probably have put off discovering them for a long, long time. But the rest of the initiation was a crock of shit.
She didn't get off on the pain and the whipping and the way Morgana had systematically degraded her. Mary Lynn blushed a vivid red just thinking about the dog fucking her. That had been so humiliating! Being at the mercy of all the men around here was even more degrading. They used her as if she were a disposable sex object to be fucked and then forgotten.
"Can you get my ropes untied?" she asked Roxanne. "My hands are too numb to get yours undone."
"You're still thinking about escaping?" the brunette asked in surprise. "I got away five times-I thought. Each time, Angela or Morgana was there with that damn whip to punish me. I. . . I can't even try any more, Mary Lynn. They've broken me."
"So untie my hands and let me worry about it," said Mary Lynn, remembering how she had almost escaped, only to find Morgana with the whip in hand. She still felt the lash of the whip on her asscheeks and her back. And whenever she moved, where Angela had struck her across the nipples throbbed with an inner fire that made her feel as if her boobs had been dipped in acid.
"I can't," sobbed Roxanne. "My hands are too numb, too. They tightened the ropes every time they fucked me. And. . . . and I can't even begin to remember how many men have fucked me. They g-g-gang-raped me. . . five or ten or a hundred . . . I don't know."
That was close to the entire pledge group from the fraternity. Mary Lynn wondered if they'd all been told that their fraternity brothers had just hired a whore for their pleasure or if they had guessed that part of the sorority initiation required these pledges to be sexually abused.
It didn't matter. All that counted was the rape and the beating and the stark humiliation heaped on them. Mary Lynn knew that there had to be other girls pledging this sorority in the house. She just hadn't come across any of them. Morgana and Angela seemed intent on keeping Roxanne and her together throughout the pain and shame.
"Are those the ones?" came a husky voice from across the room.
"Yes, they're the ones. Which one do you want?"
"I crave blonde pussy," said the man.
Morgana laughed wickedly. "I thought you would," she- said. "This is our primary pledge. I think she will be one of our most outstanding members."
"I already have an outstanding member," the man said, glancing down past his waist.
His prick had already jerked to a full erection. It quivered and throbbed with lust for blonde pussy.
Mary Lynn sighed when she saw it. At least getting fucked by this man wouldn't be anything she didn't want. It was about the only way she could cheat Morgana of her sadistic pleasure.
"Get the chair and rope," said the man, never taking his eyes off the teenager.
Mary Lynn wished the men wouldn't wear the black silk masks. She wanted to see one of them face to face before she left this horrible place. But the anonymity it gave increased the feeling of helplessness she had, and she knew that w~ the reason Morgana probably insisted on masks for all men.
If Mary Lynn wanted to identify any of the fraternity men later, she would be forced to do it by the feel of their cocks fucking her cunt or asshole. She doubted if that kind of evidence would stand up in court.
"What are you doing?" she demanded of Morgana. This was the first time she had seen one of the men order the tall sandy-haired girl around. Morgana had willingly gone to get two of the straight-backed wooden chairs and a long length of rope.
"You're going to find out. Up on the chair, cunt!" she said.
Mary Lynn saw no reason to fight either of them off. The man's bulky muscles told her it would be futile. And Morgana could get the whip and force her onto the chair eventually. In spite of herself, Mary Lynn found she had a grudging respect for the tall woman. That girl could use the whip so expertly, it never left more than a painful red welt. Already the places where she had been beaten were cooling off and vanishing. By morning there wouldn't be a single sign that she had been abused by a whip.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just stand there, without falling off." She positioned one foot on each chair. It was about the easiest thing they had required her to do. Even running behind the car in the six-inch spiked heels had been more difficult. Mary Lynn shook her head when the man joined her on the chairs and shoved his cock between her legs.
She kept her thighs pressed closely together. Let him make a swift fucking motion and fall on his ass, she thought. She wasn't going to cooperate any more than she had to. Keeping her own balance was her first priority. As long as her hands were tied behind her back, she had to be careful. It wasn't possible for her to reach out and break her fall.
"The rope," the man said.
Mary Lynn waited for the man to tie them together at the waist. She had it all figured out. He was going to rope them together and then fuck her. If she came too hard it might throw them both onto the floor. But a fall from the height of a chair seat wasn't going to be fatal.
Then she screamed in stark terror when she felt where he actually put the rope. It went around her neck in a tight noose. He looped the other end over a beam in the ceiling. Morgana fetched the free end and securely tied it to a steel rod buried in the wall.
If Mary Lynn slipped, she would hang herself.
"No, you can't kill me! Please don't do this. Don't let Morgana talk you into hanging me! Please . . . please don't let her do it!"
The man laughed harshly. " As long as you just stand there, nothing's going to happen to you. Just be a good girl and take all the cock you can, and it's going to be just great for both of us."
His hips levered forward and drove his cock f1rlnly between her clenched thighs. She felt the hot shaft of his prick pressing into the trembling flesh of her legs and then burrow into her cunt. The girl clenched her thighs even more tightly together . The man sighed with pleasure. He showed her he was more interested in the hot quagmire of her pussy when his plum-tipped cock smashed hard against her delicately scalloped cuntlips. She felt weak in the knees again, but she didn't dare sag down, not with the rope so tight around her neck.
"Take the rope off, please!" she pleaded. "I. . . I'll do anything you want, but don't fuck me with the rope around my neck."
"Of course you'll do anything he wants," chided Morgana, watching intently. "You'll do anything any of us command, because this is your initiation into the sorority."
"I hate you!" the blonde teenager flared." And I'll never join your goddamn bunch of cunts! I'd never lower myself that far!"
Morgana laughed bitterly. "Don't be too sure. After you've passed all the tests, you'll think differently."
"Never!"
"Never is a long time. I bet that this time next year , you and I will be coming into this room side by side to initiate a new group of pledges. I bet anything on that."
"Never," said Mary Lynn again, feeling the man's prick nudge even closer to her cunthole.
With just the blunt tip of his fuck-stick inside her pussy, she was still in control. Her pussy leaked its thick fluid and told the man how aroused she was, but she refused to give in. As long as she could keep her legs pressed tightly together, she didn't have to let his prick come racing into her snatch.
She didn't know how long she could stand up under that. She might twist and fall off the chair if the fucking got really hot. The girl wanted to live, if only to spite Morgana. The tall girl's only thrill in this sadistic ritual was humiliating her pledges. Mary Lynn wanted to rob her of as much of that pleasure as possible.
But right now it hardly seemed she would succeed.
Mary Lynn's legs parted slightly when she felt the hot battering ram of prick nudge even deeper into her cunt. Her pussy-lips fluttered around the man's cock and she lost some of her determination. It was possible to keep her muscles tense only so long.
Worry about the rope around her neck was even more potent than keeping the man from fucking her. The cock shot up her cunt. It seemed to hang up just inside the flaps of her pussy-lips. She gasped and turned enough to almost lose her footing. But the movement was enough to free the man's cock and allow it to rocket all the way into her cunt.
"Nooooo" she whined.
"Give it to her. . . fast. . . hard!" commanded Morgana. "She really loves cock. She is just a little hesitant about asking for it. A shy girl, you understand."
"A shy girl. . . hell!" the man said. "She's got the tightest cunt I ever felt wrapped around my cock. With a pussy like hers, she could have men lined up longer than the lines to get gasoline."
Mary Lynn blinked her eyes and saw the smirk on Morgana's face. The bitch enjoyed watching such stark degradation-and the threat of possible death along with the fucking.
The blonde teenager sobbed bitterly. The wracking shudders assailing her tender young body made her tits bob and bounce. In spite of everything, she felt her nipples beginning to stiffen. The hard little nubbins of erectile flesh actually throbbed with desire.
Or was it desire? She was being choked by the rope around her neck. It was cutting off her circulation, and that made the rest of her body take all the blood that wasn't flowing to her brain. She might be turned on just by the cut in her blood flow.
There wasn't any denying the effect it had on her tits. Those mountains of tit flesh quivered and throbbed with arousal. She hated her body for responding to the man like this. And she hated herself even more for getting into such a position. The rope chaffed the tender skin around her neck. Her breathing was tortured.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot to keep from choking herself more on the rope. As the girl did so, the man began fucking hard and fast into her cunt. The motion of his fucking upset her. His strong hands caught her and kept her from hanging.
"That's once," he said. "Don't count on twice. Besides, if I get my rocks off, I might not even notice you falling off the chair."
She lifted herself up to tiptoe to ease some of the tension in the rope. It helped for only a few seconds. Then the muscles in her legs began to knot and pain her. She had to sink back down flatfooted to the chairs.
The man's cock drove even deeper into her cunt. She loved the feel of his cock working against the walls of her pussy. The heat from his hard fucking cock warmed her and spread like melted butter throughout her belly. The warm puddling in her loins told her that she was building up for a huge come. It terrified her.
If she thrashed around from her orgasm, she might fling herself off the chair and hang herself. It would be suicide, but with a vengeance. She would die in the throes of orgasm!
"No. . . stop it! Don't do it any more. Stop fucking, dammit. You'll kill me if you keep going!"
The man was panting harshly. and she felt his cock beginning to swell in the depths of her juicy cunt. There was no stopping him now. His balls had contracted into a tight little sphere and the pressure pushed him to ram as hard and as fast as possible into her clutching hot wet pussy.
She felt his thrusts and warmed to them. She hated the feelings of orgasm inside her now. The sexual tensions that she had relished before might now kill her. When she felt the chairs slowly slipping apart on the wooden floor, she panicked.
With that panic came a climax. She shrieked out her horror and joy at the same time. The chairs continued to move apart slowly, but the man fucking her pussy never slowed his headlong pace. The friction of his cockhead against her tender convulsing cuntwalls increased.
"Stop!" she bellowed. She tried to call out more but the knot of the rope around her neck choked it off. She felt the rope tightening as the chairs slid farther and farther apart. The man fucked even deeper into her pussy as it compressed around his cock.
With the spurt of his jism, she came again. The fountaining prick continued to fuck her pussy until there wasn't any more cum left in his balls. He fell out of her cunt, flaccid and spent for the time being.
The girl's feet frantically worked to keep the chairs from slipping even farther apart. She failed. The chairs inched apart until she was almost doing the splits. She wished she had been able to shift both her feet to one chair, but the impact of his cock on her tight pussy had prevented it.
Now it was too late.
The girl's feet slipped totally from the chairs and she fell, the rope cutting into her neck.
She faced death, but it never came. The rope hadn't been securely tied around the iron rod buried in the wall. The end came loose as she fell and ended up in a quivering, crying, demoralized wreck on the floor .
All Mary Lynn could hear , over her own sobs, was the demoniacal laughter of Mor2aDa. The woman had won still another round.