Chapter 6
Seventeen-year-old Lucy Daniels had been magnanimously given Saturday afternoon off by Trude Jordan, who had decided to hit the books and get ready for next week's classes after a furious night of girl fucking.
The lovely auburn-haired freshman was only too happy to escape the tyrannical presence of her plump blonde "Big Sister." After that awful paddling yesterday afternoon, Trude had made the sobbing girl strip stark naked, and then redo the shining of all her shoes, which had consumed a full hour before the flaxen-haired dominatress had grudgingly announced herself satisfied with the result.
Lucy had had to kneel on all fours and use a shoe-shine kit, cringing as the bespectacled junior had stood over her with that dreadful paddle at the ready. Her inflamed bare bottom had just burned terribly, and she felt utterly miserable at seeing Trude grin at her, obviously enjoying her suffering and humiliation. There had been a few playful taps of the paddle over her burning rear end during that demeaning chore, and finally Trude had ordered her to get into bed and get ready for being an obedient little slave-bitch. In fact, that was the very term Trude had used.
Then, stripping naked, carrying the paddle to bed with her, with only her glasses on, the secretary of the sorority had placed a pillow under her bottom, spread her legs and arrogantly commanded, "Now, pledge, crawl between my legs and start gamming me good and hard until I come. That'll do for a starter!"
Lucy had hastily obeyed, because the smarting pain in her behind warned her not to brook any more of Trade's wrath. From time to time, nonetheless, Trade had reached out and applied a stinging little smack with the end of the paddle over Lucy's squirming, tensing, woefully reddened posterior when she felt that the freshman wasn't showing the utmost enthusiasm for this intimate task.
She had made Lucy kiss and suck her cunt and then furl her tongue all around it and finally dig inside till she found the clitoris. Then she had made the crimson-faced (as well as crimson-bottomed) girl rub her tickler until she threshed about on the bed in the throes of come.
That hadn't been enough, however. Lucy had been ordered to lick up all the pussycream and then go bring Trade a towel soaked in warm water. She was then obliged to give her domineering mistress a sort of sponge bath. Next, she was ordered to lie atop her tormentress. And then, her left arm around Lucy's waist, her plump legs locking over Lucy's shivering naked calves, the paddle still uplifted in her right hand over her victim's shuddering, swollen seat, she had commanded in a husky voice, "All right, bitch, rub pussy now and work me up again. Remember, I've got this paddle right over your tail to warm you up if you don't get me really hot!"
It had been torture for the sensitive auburn-haired freshman to subject herself so servilely to the whims of the bespectacled, plump junior. She had wriggled back and forth, rubbing hairs against hairs, that Trude had given her a few spanks on the pretext that Lucy wasn't really putting all her soul into it. Then she had had to French kiss Trude while continuing to grind her cunt against Trade's furry, plump love-mound until finally the sadistic Lesbian achieved her second spending.
Lucy was then allowed to dress, but ordered to leave off her panties, and then go over to Denby's and bring back a couple of strip steaks, French fries, some salad, rolls and butter, and half a chocolate cream pie. What was worst of all, she was ordered to pay for it herself. Many a "Big Sister" not only physically abused the unfortunate pledge assigned to her for "indoctrination," but very often exploited her by making her run errands and standing treat. If a girl pleaded that she really couldn't afford it, the "Big Sister" would usually let her off, but not without delivering such a humiliating lecture that the poor freshman pledge felt like sinking through the floor for being so "cheap."
At least she had let Lucy share the meal with her, and then, still stark naked, had lit a cigarette and decided to finish a paperback book while digesting the meal. Poor Lucy had had to crouch on all fours, after first removing her dress and slip, so that she found herself clad in only her bra, garterbelt, hose and pumps. Trude calmly stretched out her legs, bore her heels down on the middle of Lucy's naked back and thus used the pledge as a living footstool.
It took fully half an hour before Trude at last tossed the book aside and said they would watch TV until it was time to go to bed, ordering Lucy to remove the bra.
All this time, Lucy had had to remain naked as the day she was born, but Trude found a new humiliation for her victim. Seated in a deep low armchair, she ordered the auburn-haired freshman to stretch out on her belly facing the chair, to lift up her hands and take hold of each of Trade's ankles in turn and lick and suck the junior's toes and feet. It was all Lucy Daniels could do to keep from rebelling against this odious order which plunged her into the very nadir of degradation. But Trude kept hold of the paddle and waved it meaningfully from time to time, and so Lucy realized that discretion was the better part of valor and complied.
About ten o'clock that night, Trade yawned, snapped off the television set and ordered her trembling, blushing charge to bed. But this time an even more atrocious ordeal awaited the unfortunate naked freshman. During the TV session, Trade had asked her many intimate questions, such as whether she was a virgin. Lucy had stammeringly responded that she was, so Trude had pursued the questioning to learn whether Lucy had ever necked, or done any heavy petting, or let a boy slide his hand under her skirt or inside her bra. And when Lucy had blushingly confessed that at her last year of high school she had done some petting with a boy she was then stuck on, Trude had made her stand up, straddle her legs and put her hands on her hips and face her. Then, while Lucy shivered and groaned and closed her eyes, wanting to die of sheer humiliation, the sadistic junior had inserted her left forefinger between the soft pink lips of Lucy's quim and probed as far as her finger would go. Scowling, she had growled, "You dirty little her, I don't feel any cherry!"
And Lucy had had to explain that she had done a good deal of bicycle riding back in grammar and high school and had once driven her bike into a lamppost and wedged the sharp rear part of the saddle into her pussy and broken through her virgin seal, which had actually happened when she had been thirteen.
So once the two of them were in bed together, Trude reached under a pillow and brought out a curious apparatus, the sight of which made Lucy Daniels lift her head and utter a startled cry: "Oh no-what are you going to do with that? Oh my gracious, please don't use that on me, Madame Secretary!"
It was a rubber dildo, with web straps which fitted around Trade's waist and buttocks. It was made in a color that remarkably resembled an actual male cock, complete with testicles and even artificial hair glued to the rubber testes. "Well," Trade had quipped, "since you haven't got any cherry to break, you and I might just as well start getting real cozy. Because I'll let you in on a little secret, and if you dare snitch to anybody outside the house, you can really kiss your pretty ass goodbye forever. When Hell Week rolls around, all you pledges are going to get your cherries popped, one way or another. But you won't have to go through all that nonsense, baby, because Mama is going to fuck you good and hard right now."
In spite of Lucy's tearful pleas and sobs and groans, Trude had prevailed as she always did with fearful pledges who knew that disobedience meant not only a paddling from her but very likely a summons to appear before all the sisters and a probable run-the-mill thrashing as the least of the punishments in store for such rebellion.
Closing her eyes, clenching her little fists, gritting her teeth, she had endured the penetration of that artificial prick, up to the very hilt, and it had distended the tight tender walls of her cunthole till finally, in spite of herself, she had begun to squirm and groan and suddenly felt herself gush all her love-cream down to the insistent in-andout diggings which Trude effected.
At last, enervated and sleepy, her tormentress had called it quits. And so this Saturday afternoon, Trude was languidly preparing for next week's studies and lovely Lucy was walking wistfully around campus hoping against hope that she could meet Jack Sturtevant and explain to him why she hadn't been able to go on that hike yesterday afternoon.
But the campus was deserted and so she wandered disconsolately over to Denby's, deciding to have a soda and to think things over. She had come from the little town of Plainsville, about fifty miles south of Springfield. She had lived with her widowed mother and an elderly, ailing aunt, but they had got along just fine. Her father, who had died in a plane crash when she was twelve, had been a farmer, but he had also been something of an inventor. One of his patents had finally been snapped up by a farm machinery manufacturer, and about a year after his death Lucy's mother had found herself an extremely wealthy woman. But being country-bred, she had continued to live in the old house. She had bought herself a new refrigerator, a washer and drier, and some new curtains for the house, and she had decided to send Lucy away to Northeastern to give her only daughter schooling which she herself had never been able to acquire. Lucy was very homesick, but having met Jack Sturtevant on Registration Day and finding out that he too had come from Plainsville had made her look forward to this first term of advanced education. Only she hadn't ever dreamed that the kind of advanced education she had received thus far would be from someone like Trude Jordan. She is not only ashamed, but she had also discovered that she had begun to respond to Trude's lascivious and cruel sexual tyrannies. And because she had never in her life dreamed that she could be so intimate with one of her own sex, subconsciously she was longing to meet Jack and to strike up a friendship with him which would go beyond just occasional dating. In a word, Lucy Daniels was hoping to be fucked, and not by an artificial prick, but by a real one!
There weren't too many people in Denby's, and so she decided to sit in one of the dark booths at the back, and maybe do some thinking. There wasn't any sense worrying Mom about not liking it here, because Mom had insisted she go on to school and maybe someday teach. And it was a good school. The only trouble was, she shouldn't have let herself be talked into joining the sorority. But the first thrill of getting a bid, being such an unknown in a famous college like this, had thrilled her. And Mom had told her that the fee for joining-if they did select her-was pretty reasonable and she wasn't to worry about money, because there was plenty. She rather thought that Mom was tickled pink to know that those snooty girls had chosen her from a tiny town in Southern Illinois. But Mom didn't know, wasn't ever going to know, what Trude Jordan had done to her and made her do.
"Well, here's the girl who stood me up yesterday afternoon!" a pleasant, resonant male voice broke in on her thoughts, and she glanced up to see Jack Sturtevant standing there, pretending to look angry at her with his hands on his hips and a frown on his handsome face.
Her heart did a couple of flip-flops and she turned very red as she stammered, "Oh, Jack, honest, I was just sitting here thinking how was I going to see you and tell you why I couldn't make it yesterday. It really wasn't my fault, honest it wasn't! I-I did awfully want to go with you!"
His pretended frown at once vanished, and a concerned look appeared in its stead. "Mind if I sit down, honey?"
"Oh no! I-I'd just love to have company, Jack!" she blurted, and then tears began to glisten in her lovely eyes.
Jack Sturtevant was also an only child, but his father had been born in Plainsville, been a sort of gentleman farmer because his real profession had been writing books. Philosophy books and studies on the changing sexual habits of our country. And a couple of them had been bestsellers, and so Jack Sturtevant stood to inherit a good deal of money when his father passed on. Jack himself wanted to be a writer, and Northeastern had a very good journalism school.
"Hey now, Lucy, what's the matter? It's not all that serious!" He leaned across the table and smiled encouragingly at her. "I figured something came up, maybe you had to see your counsellor or change classes or something."
"Oh no! I only wish it were something like that, Jack! I-I was so miserable, and I'm so glad I saw you right now-you don't know how good it makes me feel." Her tears were coming fast now, and she hated herself for them, but she just couldn't stop. She covered her face with her hands, and in a second he had moved round to sit beside her, to put an arm around her waist and to tilt up her trembling chin with his other hand: "What's all this about, Lucy? You can tell me, I'm your friend."
"I-I just don't dare, Jack. But it's so nice to hear you say that. I hope you'll always be that," Lucy said, staring intently at him and somehow feeling the beginning of a thrill at the sensation of his strong young arm around her supple waist.
"Maybe you're just homesick," he said cheerfully.
"Yes, I guess it's partly that. But-oh, I shouldn't bother you with my troubles, Jack. It's just so nice to find you here, because we're both from the same town and all that. And I just can't figure it out that all these years back in Plainsville, we never saw each other or never knew about each other."
"Well, I guess that's the way it goes sometimes. You know, Lucy, I read someplace, I guess maybe it was in that fairy-tale book, The Blue Bird, by Maeterlinck, how this little kid finds the blue bird of happiness right in his own back yard after he's gone all around the world looking for it. Maybe that's like us."
Lucy Daniels looked closely at Jack Sturtevant. Already she was finding in him a most sympathetic listener, one who was basically honest and who, she felt certain now, could be confided in. "It's funny, because I feel the same way too," she confessed. "And you know something, Jack? I'm not scared any more of being so far away from home, not with you here."
"That's real nice of you to say, Lucy honey." He reached out and took her hands in his and smiled at her. She felt the most delicious tingling between her legs, it was the more amazing she should feel anything after all the disgusting, forced sex Trude Jordan had forced her to have all yesterday afternoon and last night. And she knew for a certainty that she was going to give him pussy and anything else he wanted, and as soon as possible!
"I was wondering," he began, "whether you're doing anything tonight, Lucy?"
"I-I don't think so. That is-" she blushed and tried to recover, "you see, Jack, I'm a pledge at Delta Gamma Phi and I have a Big Sister. She makes me run errands and stuff like that, but she did give me this afternoon off. She didn't say any thing about tonight, though."
"Saturday night ought to be free time for anybody," Jack Sturtevant chuckled. "I don't know about being in a frat myself, because I'd much rather just feel things out around here my first year and hit the books and make Mom happy with good grades. She's paying my tuition, and I owe her that much."
Looking at him, listening to him, Lucy was struck by his sincerity and decency. This was exactly the sort of boy she needed to take away the taste of Trude Jordan ... a literal taste indeed! "I'd like to have a date with you tonight, Jack," she found herself saying.
"Well, I've got a room over at Bowler Avenue, and so I don't have to report at any curfew, the way they have at a frat house. Do you have one too where you are, Lucy?"
His mention of a room made the tingling sensation in her pussy increase. She shook her head. "I don't know, but I don't care. What would you like to do tonight?"
"I'd like to take you out to a nice dinner somewhere, and see if we can find a show around here, and then just talk about old times." He squeezed her hands in his. And Lucy Daniels knew that there was going to be more than talk about old times at the end of their date tonight!