Chapter 14
"Feeling better, Horton?" Beverly Wilson, wearing just a bra and pantie-set and red leather high-heeled pumps, stood smirking down at Elaine Horton as the latter lay naked on her "Big Sister's" bed. It was nearly noon on Saturday, and the first memorable night of "Hell Week" had come to an orgastic and prolonged end.
After her violation by Noreen Grange's dildo, and having been forced to gamahuch Beverly, the naked young freshman had been taken to Beverly's room to spend the rest of the night. To make sure that the pledge wouldn't try to escape, Beverly had had Noreen help her with tying Elaine's wrists behind her back and keeping on the blindfold. Then, once installed in the vice president's bed, Elaine had been permitted to sleep but only until about dawn. The sultry black-haired Lesbian wakened her by mounting over her and beginning to pussy rub, gloatingly telling her new slave, "This is just a start for you, Horton. For a whole week, all us girls get to make you pledges drop your panties at a moment's notice, and a mere snap of our fingers, and don't you forget it. You better make up your mind to being a very good little bed-bitch, because otherwise I'm going to wear out a couple of paddles on your big tail. Now get with it."
Sickened by her own degradation and by her lack of courage which had made her yield to pain and thus participate however unwillingly, in this orgy, Elaine Horton had burst into tears. But they hadn't moved Beverly Wilson the least little bit. "You know," she quipped, "there's a saying about marriage that if the husband keeps his wife naked around the house all the time, she'll get pregnant and not get into any trouble. Of course you're not going to get preggie, Horton dear, but you are going to take down those panties every time I say so or else you'll be standing up for the rest of the term. Now let's catch up on some sleep. And I'll have some errands for you when we both wake up again."
And now the time had come this Saturday when the domineering, svelte brunette intended to exercise her full power over this probationary sorority sister whose acceptance at the Delta Gamma Phi depended entirely upon her subservience for the rest of the week. For there was one tricky clause which all DGP girls held out as a sort of Damoclean sword over their pledges: it wasn't enough to endure the agonies of the first night of "Hell Week," for a girl had to be humbly obedient for the next six days and nights, or else she could be blackballed and disgraced.
Elaine's cheeks flamed under the mocking scrutiny of the svelte brunette. "All r-right, I g-guess, M-Madame Vice President," she muttered dully.
"I'm glad to hear it, Horton. Do you think you could behave yourself if I untie you? And I don't think you'll need that blindfold any more. Here, we'll just remove it, there you are. Now you can look at your mistress and see how sexy she is. I can be nice to a bitch if she behaves herself, Horton, just you remember that." Beverly Wilson bent down, cupped Elaine's titties in her slim fingers, and bent her head and sucked each of the nipples. She didn't see Elaine's face contort with loathing, see the victim's eyes close. And she misinterpreted the freshman's convulsive shiver as a sign of innate voluptuousness. "You see, baby?" she purred, "Mama knows just what makes you tick. Now I'm going to untie your wrists and then you can get out of bed."
She did so and then gestured for the naked dark brown-haired girl to get out of bed. And she picked up her paddle just to enforce quick compliance with her orders. With a gasp, Elaine Horton slid her lovely legs to the floor and stood up, swaying unsteadily. There was a dull ache in her bottom from the ferocious paddling she had endured the night before, and her pussy twinged because of the dildo-fucking which had been perpetrated on her at the conclusion of her initiation.
"Turn around and let me see your ass," Beverly Wilson's voice was husky with desire. Elaine bit her lips, clenched her fists but docilely turned her back. The delectably rounded cheeks of her behind were discolored and livid, looking very swollen and sore. Beverly Wilson grimaced, because she wanted a nice smooth milky backside to whack when she felt in the mood. And it delighted her to humiliate this lovely naked freshman who, she felt instinctively had such an aversion to her. That was the best kind of pledge to have, a girl who would hate your guts every minute, but would know with a kind of dismal resignation that there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. Oh, this term was going to be lots of fun!
"Go rub some cold cream on your heinie, Horton, and you might as well rub some into your pussy too. Does it still hurt from your fucking?"
"Y-yes, M-Madame Vice President."
"Well, don't look to me for sympathy, because you had it coming. If you hadn't been such a little snot nose, you and I could have had lots of fun and I'd have steered you through the initiation with only a quick-run through. Now go fix yourself up. Then you can get dressed and go over to Denby's and bring me back some brunch."
A little later, after Elaine had put her clothes back on under the watchful eye of her tormentress, Beverly Wilson added with a cunning little smile, "And if you're thinking about running over to the Dean's office, Horton, you'd better think twice. We took an awful lot of movies and Polaroids of you last night, and we can always send some back home to show what a naughty girl you are once you get away from your own homestead, you get me? It'll just be your word against ours, and we're pretty powerful on campus, in case you haven't thought about it any. Now get going and bring it back fast. You got the order."
Elaine inclined her head, murmured the respectful phrase of Beverly's title, and left the room.
When she got over to Denby's, her eyes were still puffed and swollen from her crying, and even the dousing of cold water hadn't really helped too much. She felt as if she had come to the very end of the world and she knew hopelessly that it was going to be hell for all this next week and maybe long after that. But the thought that those awful pictures could be sent to her mother and maybe all around campus made her tremble with shame. She just didn't know what to do. She wasn't a squealer by nature, and what they'd done to her last night had certainly been illegal. But she couldn't prove anything.
"You certainly look as if you'd lost your best friend, Laney," a pleasant male voice accosted her as she walked up to the counter to give the waitress Beverly's order. She turned, and her eyes widened. It was Chuck Warner.
"Oh-why, hello, Chuck. How are you?"
"I'm fine, but I don't think you are. I guess it was initiation night last night, hm?"
"Yes. I have to go now, my Big Sister is waiting for her brunch," Elaine said with a sigh.
"It's not ready yet. You come over here and sit down with me in this booth and have a cigarette and talk to me," he said grimly, taking her by the wrist.
"I really can't-please, Chuck-I-I don't want to talk about it. Anyhow, I'm not supposed to," she protested.
"Now listen here. I happened to meet a couple of other guys in here yesterday, and they have a couple of beefs of about the way those snotty Delta Gamma Phi girls are treating the pledges. Seems their sweet on a couple of them, whom you probably know. Lucy Daniels and Lorna Yerkes."
"Yes-I-I know them, Chuck. We were all in-initiated last night."
"I must say you don't look too happy to be a DGP girl, though. Now what's with it, Laney? You can trust me. If you'll pardon my saying so, you look like hell this morning. They must have given you a lousy time, you poor kid."
Taken aback by such unexpected sympathy and understanding, Elaine Horton broke down and began to cry. Chuck Warner was beside her in an instant, his arm around her waist, soothing her: "Now, take it easy, honey. I'm a heel, I am, to make you cry. Listen, if it'll make you feel any better, you can tell me. I'll keep it under my hat. Was it really tough?"
"You-you don't know, and the worst part of it is they took pictures of me and they said-if I blabbed, they'd even send them to my m-mother."
"That's a filthy trick," he snapped. "Listen, I'm a frat man myself, but we don't go in for hazing. That sort of nonsense ought to have been banned from campus years ago. I'll bet they paddled you."
Elaine felt her cheeks burning hot as she averted her eyes and nodded.
"And that's not all either, I'll bet. Come on, Laney, you've got a friend in me. If there's something wrong going on over at that house, there'll be a couple of interested people. Something like that will only give the college a bad name, and most of us came here to study and get a decent education and prepare ourselves for jobs. Now what the hell did they do to you last night?"
"Please don't ask me-I'm so ashamed-please, Chuck!"
"Let me guess. I've heard that some of those girls over there are dykes. Do you know what that means?"
"I-I think so. But please, don't let's talk about it."
"We're going to talk about it. Now you listen to me, Laney! I know that the rule is that a freshman has to do everything the Big Brother or the Big Sister wants or else. But when they force you to have dirty sex and they keep it underground like that, then they're really looking for trouble. Did they do that to you?"
"Chuck-you mustn't even think about such a thing-I feel so d-dirty-oh I'm so ashamed!" Again Elaine Horton began to weep, covering her face with her hands.
He patted her shoulder, "You poor kid! I think I'm going to have me a little talk with Jack Sturdevant and Bud Bradbury and a couple of other guys."
"Oh no! What-what are you going to do, Chuck? Please, you mustn't say a word to anybody that I even said anything was wrong-I-I-I-I well-they'd just paddle me awfully hard, and I still feel sort of uncomfortable-but that's all-"
"You're not a convincing liar, honey. And if it's of any value to you, I want to tell you that I'm nuts about you. But there'll be time for that later when we get this matter straightened out. You don't have to give me any details, and you're not going to get involved. Just nod your head if those dykes forced you to have sex with them."
Before she knew what she was doing, the lovely brown-haired freshman nodded; then she clapped her hand over her mouth and stared at him with frightened eyes.
"That's all right, baby, don't you think about it anymore. I've got a feeling you're not going to be mixed up with that screwy outfit very much longer," he said grimly. "Your order is about ready, so you better pick it up. I'll see you around campus, Laney honey."