Chapter 15
It was about ten o'clock at night, and the first Saturday of "Hell Week" had taken up where Friday night had left off.
All the pledges were in their "Big Sisters'" rooms starting their probationary bondage as Lesbian handmaidens. Elaine Horton had been ordered to strip naked and then ordered to put on bobby socks and sneakers and her middy blouse without the bloomers, and Beverly Wilson had mockingly tied a big blue ribbon bow in the girl's dark brown hair and then sat on the edge of the bed, clad in just her panties and fluffy blue mules, and inspected her greedily. She had very generously allowed Elaine to take a long nap that afternoon and herself had rubbed a soothing salve on the swollen bottom cheeks, but not without the taunting reminder, "I've got a personal interest in get ting that ass of your nice and white again, Horton. I love to see it jump and redden when my paddle smacks it. And you better remember that if you disobey just one tiny order for the rest of the week, till midnight of next Friday, you're going to be wishing you'd never been born!"
And then, just to show who was boss, she had commanded poor Elaine to pull down her panties, spread the cheeks of her butt and rub her tongue over her asshole. When Elaine had gagged and pleaded brokenly to be spared that, vicious perverse Beverly Wilson had wagged a reproving finger at her and hissed, "Just say no to anything I want, bitch, I'll call all the girls together and tonight you'll go through the mill five straight times and then some. And Grange's brother will screw you again, only he'll screw you in your brown hole and make you suck his cock and clean it afterwards. So you can have your choice."
And Elaine shuddering with nausea, had forced herself to apply what the French call a feuille de rose.
Madge Trenton was locking herself up with luscious Lorna Yerkes, while Trude Jordan was enjoying her triumph over timid Lucy Daniels. Margy Stanwyk and Jane Allen were pussy rubbing as the clock chimed ten over the mantelpiece of Jane's lavishly furnished room. And Dorothy Purcell, perhaps the only true masochist of the lot, was lying blindfolded with her waists bound behind her back over Brenda Torrance's lap, while the perverse treasurer yanked at her hair with one hand and spanked her bottom with the right which was encased in a leather glove.
Eleanor Montrose and Bella Carter were under the sheets, too, and Bella was taking the aggressive man-on-top position, working into golden-haired Eleanor's quim with a dildo while she ordered the squirming and gasping naked young freshman to goose her with one hand and to play with one of her titties with the other so as to arouse her to pitch.
As for Noreen Grange, last night's thrilling episode with Elaine Horton had stirred the flaxen-haired house-mother to her fullest sadistic tendencies, and she had determined to go to Beverly Wilson and demand another dildo-fucking bout with the dark brown-haired freshman. If need be, she would even permit Beverly to come back to her bed and Kick Marge out, for she infinitely preferred lovely milky-skinned Elaine's body to Madge's pledge Lorna Yerkes.
She had put on a green dressing gown over her white silk slip, and her slippers, and was going down the stairs to the big refrigerator in the kitchen at the back of the first floor to get herself a tasty snack when suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Now who could that be this time of night?" she asked herself, half-aloud. Then, shortly, she added, "Maybe it's a special delivery letter for one of the girls."
It was special delivery all right, but it wasn't a letter. It was a contingent of about ten males, including Chuck Warner, Bud Bradbury and Jack Sturdevant, and they had blood in their eyes.
"What's the meaning of this?" Noreen Grange indignantly demanded, drawing herself up in all her imperious beauty. "Don't you know that sorority houses are off limits? You better get back where you belong or I'll call the Dean!"
"You just do that, Mrs. Grange," Chuck Warner growled as he seized her wrist and twisted it behind her back. "I'll have something to tell the Dean myself and so will Jack and Bud here about how freshman pledges get hazed in Delta Gamma Phi. Where's your brother, Mrs. Grange?"
For poor Elaine Horton, despite her resolve not to betray the secrets of the sorority house, had been so upset when Chuck had talked to her that she had finally broken down and confessed-though swearing him to silence-what had happened to her. She had told him that she'd been tied down on the bed and that Mrs. Grange's brother had raped her and then they'd taken pictures of her and of the other girls to keep them quiet about what was happening. But she was so ashamed, and she wasn't that kind of a girl at all, and she didn't know what to do and she didn't want to be a slave anymore. And that was why Chuck Warner had called a council of war and was now here to exact full atonement on behalf of the girl whom he had decided was going to be his steady bed partner.
"You must be out of your mind, I don't have a brother," Noreen Grange gasped. Then she suddenly went very red in the face and her eyes widened as she realized the meaning of the question and the still greater and fatal meaning of how she had answered it. "Who told you that?"
"A certain party that got herself fucked last night, fucked by a man supposedly, Mrs. Grange, when there aren't supposed to be any men in the sorority house, remember?" Chuck Warner sarcastically countered. "Now if you don't want us to peel off all your clothes and really work you over, Mrs. Grange-and don't think we aren't in the mood to do it!-you'll tell us who ran this cute little hazing session last night. I want to know who is responsible for all this Hell Week crap!"
Thinking only to save herself, Noreen Grange began to blubber and to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her dressing gown. "I didn't have a thing to do with it, honest I didn't, it was Beverly Wilson and Madge Trenton, the President and the Vice President, they planned it all," she groaned.
"You're lily-white, I'm sure," Chuck smirked as he winked at his cronies. "Only if Elaine got fucked, and she said she got fucked by a Mr. Grange, and there isn't any Mr. Grange, I just wonder if it mightn't be you."
"What are you talking about? You must be insane!" Noreen Grange stammered, growing very pale.
"You dirty dyke, you're just a bull dagger," he sneered, "I've a pretty good idea how Elaine got it. Probably an artificial cock you strapped on and poked into her. Kenny, go on upstairs to this bitch's room and search it and see if you don't find something like that. You know what a dildo is, it looks like a prick and it's got some sort of belt that straps on so a girl can ball another girl."
Ken Hasmer, a tall, sturdy junior on the college football team, nodded and chuckled, "I'll find it if there is one," and then bounded upstairs.
"What-what are you going to do?" Noreen Grange quavered.
"First of all, tie you up and gag you so you can't sound any alarm. Now where was this hazing session held?" Chuck Warner demanded, giving Noreen Grange's arm a persuasive yank.
"Oww, oh please let me go, you're hurting me! In
-in-the basement recreation room-but I swear I wasn't there-"
"I found it," Ken Hasmer crowed as he hurried back downstairs, brandishing the artificial prick. Noreen Grange put her hands to her face, bowed her head and began to weep hysterically. Chuck Warner gave her a shove towards two of the waiting boys: "Take her down there, tie her, gag her and peel off her clothes. She's going to get a taste of her own medicine. Now you, Jack, and you Bud, and about three other of you guys, come along with me. We're going to find the ringleaders of this little bunch of dykes!"
Two of the boys seized Noreen Grange as she screamed, one of them clapping his hand over her mouth while the two of them hustled her down to the basement recreation room, where, finding the spanking stool, they promptly ripped off her dressing gown and slip, bent her down across it, then buckled her wrists and ankles with the heavy leather straps. One of the boys ripped her slip to make an improvised gag, thrusting a piece into her mouth and then using still another strip to wind over her mouth and knot at the back of her neck. Her face scarlet with mortification, crying and struggling, she remained tied down to await retribution while her two captors stationed themselves at the door of the sorority house so that no one could get out without their say-so.
Chuck, Jack and Bud hurried up to the second floor in search of Beverly and Madge, and began to hammer on the door. Brenda Torrance the silver blonde dominatress who was in the process of spanking and frigging lovely masochistic Dorothy Purcell, heard the uproar and shoved her love slave off her lap and panted, "We better get dressed and see what's going on, lover!"
There was a banging at her door, and she hurriedly slipped on a robe, Dorothy scrambled into the closet and pulled the door shut, almost fainting with terror. When Brenda unlocked the door, she uttered a shriek to see boys grinning at her and tried to recoil, but one of them grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out into the hall.
"Here's a real sexy bitch," Ken Hasmer chuckled. "This has got to be the treasurer. I wonder where she keeps her money, stuck up her ass or up her cunt? Well, we'll find out. Take her along downstairs to the basement and tie her up good."
"You let go of me, you filthy beasts! Stop it-you'll all be expelled for this-you'll go to jail-oww!" Brenda suddenly yelled as one of the boys ripped off her robe and then delivered an open-handed spank to her naked bottom. Amid roars of laughter she was forced down the hall, the other boys grabbing a free feel as her captors forced her down the stairs.
In a few minutes she found herself gagged and bound hand and foot and lying on the couch, and then the vengeance-minded boys went back upstairs.
Madge Trenton had been girl fucking with Lorna Yerkes, when she heard pounding on the doors and the shouts of boys' voices. Bidding Lorna hide in the bathroom, she put on a robe, opened the door, only to be seized by Chuck and Bud. They clapped their hands over her mouth, doubled her wrists behind her back and forced her down the stairs to join Brenda and Noreen, while Jack Sturdevant and another boy seized Beverly Wilson just as she was about to go to the bathroom. Poor Elaine uttered a shriek of embarrassment and shame, tugged the covers up over her and began to cry hysterically.
"So you're the broad that's been giving Chuck's girl friend a hard time are you, bitch?" Jack Sturdevant snapped as he pulled black-haired naked Beverly out into the hall. She too was hustled down to the basement recreation room. Meanwhile, Bud and Jack had recognized their girl friends, Lucy and Lorna, urged them to put on their clothes and come down and watch the fun and take part in it. Trude Jordan, wearing only a slip, and forcing her lovely slave Lucy to crawl to her, put her head under Trade's slip and gam her, had been surprised in the very act and had no defense at all to offer the avenging males.
And so she too joined the others.
The other boys told the frightened sorority girls to stay in their rooms not let a peep out of them or they'd get the same treatment that was going to be meted out the ringleaders of this dyke society.
They returned to the basement recreation room, closed and locked the door behind them, and then Chuck Warner spoke his piece: "We found enough evidence around her to get you all sent to jail, and I've just found a stack of movie reels and some albums of Polaroid pictures that you could get a nice price for in a dirty-bookstore anywhere in the country. You bitches have been getting away with murder at Northeastern, and you're going to pay for it right now."
"I demand my rights," Madge Trenton had managed to work her gag out of her mouth and sat up on the couch, her hair disheveled, stark naked except for slippers. "You can't prove anything, and all these girls, we pledged wanted it this way. There's nothing wrong with sex among girls-"
"Listen to that uppity bitch tell us what's right and wrong," Jack Sturdevant snarled, "After what she's done to poor little Lucy, giving her that blonde bitch to work her over! All we have to do, Madge honey, is show those pictures and pictures to the Dean, and you'll not only get expelled but you'll go to jail for a hell of a long time."
And then he added, "And we've just heard from your sanctimonious house-mother, dear Noreen Grange. All about her brother and what happened to Elaine Horton."
Madge gulped, turned scarlet, and exchanged an agonized look with Beverly Wilson, her fellow conspiratress. They knew the jig was up.
"D-don't turn us in, you guys, "Madge Trenton faltered, all her elegance banished now in the face of the disaster which had befallen her. "I-I'll do anything-anything you say. We-we won't put any rules on the pledges anymore and-"
"I'll tell you what you'll do, bitch," Chuck Warner directed, walking over and slapping her face. "You'll let the pledges go, all right, but all of you down here are going to leave school over the weekend. I don't care how you arrange it, but you're going and you're never coming back. That's the only terms on which we'll begin to dicker with dykes like you. Otherwise it's jail and the Dean's office first."
Madge bit her lips, glanced at Beverly, who, very pale and terrified, faintly nodded, "A-all right. We'll leave Northeastern," Madge gasped out.
"Fine. We're going to burn all these films and pictures, and we'll just tell the Dean that you left school to get married, all of you. Except dear Mrs. Grange here. She's going to leave her good because she's a bad influence on girls. That much I'm certainly going to tell the Dean-"
"Oh God, don't, don't," they had removed Noreen Grange's gag though leaving her bent over the spanking stool and firmly strapped down, "For God's sake, I'll never be able to get a job again!"
"Then you'd better find yourself a man, bitch, unless you want to marry that dildo of yours," Ken Hasmer lewdly interrupted. He walked over and delivered a sound smack with the full force of his strong right hand against the plumpish part of Noreen's naked ass, and she wailed and wriggled frantically amid the jeers and obscene encouragements of the other boys.
"All right then, it's settled," Chuck Warner growled. "But first, you bitches are going to get a taste of your own medicine. And the two top officers of this dyke society are going to get theirs first. You guys, drag Beverly and Madge over to that Ping-Pong table, and two more of you hold onto their hands and keep them bent over."
Madge and Beverly began to cry and tried to fight their tormentors, but they had little chance against four enraged and sexually inflamed males. In a few moments, they found themselves draped over the Ping-Pong table side by side, naked as the day they were born, one boy holding each girl's wrists, with their bottoms upturned and ready for swats.
"Five swats apiece, you guys, to each one of these bitches," Chuck announced as he rummaged in the little storage room just off the chamber of initiation and found the arsenal of whips and paddles and other devices. He passed out the pinewood paddles, and then the ordeal of Madge and Beverly began in earnest. As the very first swats landed over their naked asses, they shrieked and tugged madly at their wrist, pleading hysterically that they couldn't stand such pain. But each of them received sixty swats with the paddle, five from each of the boys, at the end of which time they sagged over the Ping-Pong table, their bottoms swollen and livid from the punishment.
"Now I think," Chuck decreed, "that these dykes ought to find out what they've been missing all these years and how a real prick differs from an artificial one." He zipped down his fly and bared his turgid weapon and then strode towards the Ping-Pong table. Gripping Madge Trenton's swollen asscheeks and pulling them apart, he dug himself into her bumhole. With a wild scream, the once arrogant DGP prexy lifted her head and shrieked out, "Awwwwrrrohhheeeee!! Oh my God, not there, oh take it out of there, you're tearing me to pieces!"
But he gave her several good hard digs before turning his attention to the sobbing and whimpering and black-haired Beverly Wilson, yawning apart her swollen bottom globes and finishing his come by digging into her virgin asshole and finally gushing all his spend deep into her bowels.
Then moving around to the front of the table, while the two boys still held the victims' wrists, he plunges his left hand into Madge's hair and, yanking at it, dragged up her tearstained congested face: "Now start sucking a real prick," he ordered.
Jack Sturdevant had got behind the two suffer ers with a three-thonged leather martinet that he had discovered in the punishment arsenal. To encourage Madge, he brought the martinet's thongs down with a whistling clack, and Madge uttered a wailing shriek of torment as she promptly started to gobble prick. Beverly Wilson was encouraged to lick his balls and the lower part of his shaft and scrotum, encouraged by a few such lashes.
They left the two leading officers of the sorority sagging over the table, broken completely conquered. And they turned their attentions to Jane Allen, Trude Jordan and Brenda Torrance. All three naked beauties were forced first to crawl on all fours through an improvised "mill" as the boys straddled their legs and, brandishing paddles, urged the victims on through the line. As the paddles rang out, Trude, Brenda and Jane shrieked and wailed and pleaded for mercy, but they were made to go through two more times before Chuck Warner commanded, "Now all three of you bitches are going to suck cock so you'll never want to use an artificial one again!"
At his sign, all the boys yanked down their zippers and exposed their cocks, and the three weeping, red-bottomed naked sorority girls were obliged to crawl, each in turn, along the row and salute each turgid male weapon with the proper humility.
And now it was time for Noreen Grange to atone for what she had done to Elaine Horton, and Chuck Warner was personally going to supervise it. Elaine by now had dressed and, half-scandalized, half-ecstatic at the way she was being avenged, stood beside him, her eyes warm with passionate adoration for this handsome young senior who had saved her from the degrading sexual bondage of the dyke sorority.
"Here, Elaine honey, take this paddle and give Noreen a good sound thrashing. Then I'll take care of the rest of it," Chuck told her.
And soon the flaxen-haired house-mother, despite her age, was shrieking and wriggling, pleading for mercy as a child might, as the paddle emphatically crashed down and flattened and reddened the jutting contours of her naked ass.
Elaine found she took a keen delight in punishing Noreen this way, and she didn't stop until she had dealt out at least forty solid swats.
Chuck then held up the dildo which had been used on Elaine herself, and told Elaine to open up Noreen's bottom cheeks, at which he promptly jammed the dildo into Noreen's tender asshole till it was absolutely hilted inside.
Then he handed Elaine a whippy yellow rattan cane and said huskily to her, "Now give her a couple of licks with this, baby, while I wind up her little lesson in respect for a man."
So saying, he drew up a footstool and sat down, his swollen prick uptilting towards Noreen's congested, tear-swollen face. "Now start sucking till I come, bitch, because you're going to get caned until you do," he told her.
There was an angry swish and then a still angrier smack as Elaine brought the cane straight across the ripest and also the reddest part of Noreen Grange's jutting asscheeks. With a wild howl of agony, the ardent Lesbian forgot her revulsion and began to suck prick. Nonetheless, she earned about twelve cuts before at last Chuck Warner uttered a cry and shot his spunk right into the housemother's mouth.
It's November now and the campus is still buzzing over the mysterious disappearance of several of the most prominent and powerful members of Delta Gamma Phi. Mrs. Noreen Grange is also missing, and some say she ran off with a man and got married. But Chuck Warner, Bud Bradbury and Jack Sturdevant know what really happened. They won't tell, however, because they're too busy balling their girl friends. Elaine and Chuck are going to be married, and Elaine has already discovered that a real hot hard prick down her tight sweet cunt beats an artificial dildo every time because love is involved. Lorna Yerkes and Jack Sturdevant are trying out all the positions of the Kama Sutra. And shy Lucy Daniels isn't shy any longer. Bud Bradbury had already had her cherry, or rather, all three: pussy, bumhole and mouth. And the way he feels about her, he wants to marry her and have sole rights of possession in those wet orifices for the rest of his natural life.