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The Loss of Innocence Ch. 01

By: hoohaa68



I had spent my freshman and sophomore years of college as a sweet, innocent little girl. My junior year I had branched out, I had joined a sorority, turned 21 and had my first drink, and had even kissed a boy for the first time. I know, I know, I was behind all my friends in every aspect of my social life. I am a rule follower, always have been, always will be. I had a set of rules that I believed I had to follow, and it was amazing to me other people didn't. 

Now I was headed off for my senior year of college. I knew it was going to be an epic year for me. I had great friends who were determined to rob me of my innocence in every way they could. What I didn't know was what they really had in store for me.  

My sorority sister Jill picked me up to drive back to school. We started on the road, and it wasn't until we were driving through Chicago that I had any inkling that we were not following the path back to school that we were supposed to be. Classes were not scheduled to begin for another week, so it wasn't like we were going to be late or anything, but I didn't have the money to stop and play around during our trip. When I said something to Jill she told me that the money would be taken care of and not to worry. 

"Mary," she said to me, "we've all decided that we're going to break you out of your shell this year, and we have just the way to do it."

"What's going on Jill?" I asked, incredulously.

"Just think of this as a first step for the rest of your senior year. Let your hair down. It's for your own good!" Jill exclaimed.

We stopped at a hotel, went to check in, and I saw about ten of my other sorority sisters. After all the hugs and exclamations of girls rejoining each other after a summer apart we went up to the rooms. It turns out we had a whole floor of the hotel to ourselves, including a conference room. I didn't know what these girls were up to, but I was a little scared and excited all at the same time. After we all settled in, we met around the pool. My best friend Amanda was there, and after a few drinks she asked me a question...

"Are you ready to do this?" she asked.

"Do what?" I asked her.

"Remember at the end of last year," she began, "after you had kissed Jeff at the Phi Tau party? You told me you didn't want a relationship with Jeff, but you were at a point where you wanted to shed your good girl image and really enjoy your senior year. You wanted to have a real college experience. Is that still something you're interested in? Because if you are, we have something really fun and exciting planned. But if you aren't, nobody is going to force you to join us; you can sit in your room and be our accountant for the evening (don't ask yet). But if you say you want to join us, there's no turning back. We will force you to push yourself to do things you aren't comfortable with right now, but you will have a really amazing night. It's up to you."

I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to go back to my hotel room, snuggle under the covers and watch TV for the rest of the night, ignorant of what was going on. I had a feeling whatever was about to happen was going to be outside of my understanding. It was going to be something that was uncomfortable and I am such a creature of comfort. I was going to be out of control of the situation, and I can be such a control freak. But there was another part of me, the part that desperately wanted to break out of this cage I felt I had locked myself in: the cage of my own reputation, the one that kept the boys from wanting to even talk to me. 

I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth until I blurted out, "I'm in." I couldn't believe it. I was terrified, but excited and exhilarated all at the same time. I took a deep breath, sat up straight, looked Amanda in the eyes, and said more firmly, "I'm in." 

If I had known what was coming, I would have never have agreed to join them. But that would have been a mistake. What happened to me next was the most amazing, eye-opening experience of my life, and I am so glad I went through with it. 

Once I was in, my sisters' gave me hugs and we went back to our rooms to discuss what was going to happen next. What I found out was that each year there was a large fundraiser for our sorority that was only for the seniors to participate in. It was called the "Pick an Alpha Contest". In the conference room there was a large group of people who were going to give a lot of money to our charity for the chance to have sex with one (or more) of us. Here's how it worked. Each person paid a certain amount of money for each sexual encounter. If they wanted more than one girl, they had to pay for more than one girl. They would watch our video and pick the three girls they were most interested in. The men would get their picture taken and would give us a little paragraph with some information on it for us. We would then see the pictures and the blurb. The three girls who were chosen by the guy would be the only ones who could pick that guy and we could sit there and decide who we wanted based on who chose us. Since I was the only virgin, I was going to basically get whoever I wanted who chose me. 

We got all gussied up. We had a plethora of lingerie in our sorority colors to choose from for our video introduction; ranging from leather to lace, from prim-and-proper to downright risqué. I chose a short, white teddy with accents of red leather. It was mostly the quiet and calm, with a hint of freakiness, just like me. We made our video for the guys to use and then we sat in the room waiting for our results. After about a half an hour we were escorted into another room with all of the pictures. 

There were some really attractive guys, but most of them had paid for two girls and what they really wanted was a threesome; or they wanted a girl to suck their dick all night. I had no problem with either of these things on principle, but I felt like this should be something special. I wanted to find the guy who had something unique to say. I found what I was looking for in a close-up picture of a man with longish blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail, strong cheek-bones that poked through his scruffy facial hair, and piercing blue eyes. My reaction to this picture was raw, real, and primal; I found myself cowering while my mouth watered. 

"I will use you. And after the night is over, you will thank me." Those two sentences as his introduction made my insides turn to jelly. I took a deep breath. I wanted so badly for my name to be on this man's list. I looked, and there it was. My name was the first, and only, name on his request card. 

Each man was assigned a room on our floor and we were to go into the room to meet them. Some of the girls had decided to pair up, per the guys request and in fact almost everyone but me went to a room with another sister. I went to my assigned room by myself and timidly knocked on the door. The door was opened and I was engulfed by those piercing blue eyes. He looked me up and down and told me to come in. I found that my feet were glued to the ground. He stared at me, and then, in a voice barely above a whisper he firmly said, "I said, Come. In." I could do nothing but obey his command.

The room was dark, lit only by one light in the corner. There were two queen size beds, one was turned down with the comforter stripped off the bed. The other was made and covered with a large amount of interesting looking tools. I didn't really know what any of them were. I was a virgin, but even more than that, I was completely innocent. I had no idea about anything to do with sex. I know this was unusual for someone my age, but I had never been exposed to these things. I had lived in a bubble until I went away to school, and even then I had kept myself focused on my academics. I had only kissed a boy the year before and it was a chaste kiss on closed lips. I knew about as close to nothing as someone could get. 

As I stared at the beds, my knees shaking, I heard the door shut and I knew it was shutting on my past.

The Loss of Innocence Ch. 02



The link to the first chapter of this story can be found in my profile.

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The sound of the door closing made me jump. My knees were knocking, my heart was beating, and my hands were trembling. I was intrigued and terrified. 

"Who is this man and what is he going to do to me?" I thought to myself. 

As if in answer to my silent question, the man stepped close to me, turned me away from the bed, and spoke so close to me his warm breath tickled the back of my neck, "You don't need to know my name, for tonight you are to call me Amo, which means Master." He said with the barest hint of an accent, "you need instruction, and I am going to be your teacher. You will follow my rules tonight." 

I subtly nodded my head.

Amo grabbed my shoulders and squeezed them tightly, pushing them down, "every time you respond to me, you will say my name. Your only responses will be 'yes Amo' or 'no Amo'. If you have a question, you will say, 'Amo, may I please ask you a question?' Then you will wait for permission before continuing. You will do exactly as I instruct you. If you don't you will be disciplined in the manner I see fit. If you do all that I ask you will learn quickly. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Amo," I whispered.

"Is there anything you don't want to have happen tonight?" he asked.

"No Amo, I want to go through with this." I replied.

"If at any time you change your mind," he said, rubbing his hands up and down my arms "you need only to say the word 'red', and I will stop. But do not use it unless you absolutely mean it. Once you say that, I will stop, and it will be over. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Amo," I replied, my voice clear and strong for the first time.

"Good. Now..." Amo turned me around, and kissed me on the forehead, "we will begin."

I stood in place as Amo ran his arms up and down my arms. I could feel his hot breath on the top of my head, and was becoming intoxicated by the sweet smell of his breath. Amo reached down and lifted the silky red shirt I was wearing over my head, revealing the red and black lace bra my sisters had insisted I wear. He then pulled slid the skirt I was wearing down, so I was clad only in the bra and panties. Amo stepped back and looked me up and down.

"I like your skin," he murmured. "It's so pale. I can't wait to see what I can do to it."

I looked at him curiously, "What do you mean?"

Amo glared at me, and I realized my mistake. I had addressed him improperly. I didn't know what my punishment was going to be, but I was nervous about what might be about to happen. Another part of me, though, was excited. One of my deep dark secrets was that I always thought there should be punishment for people who broke rules, even I, and I relished having a consequence for my rudeness. 

"I believe I was very clear in my instructions on this one point at least." Amo said. "Lay down on the bed on your stomach." I did as I was told. "Since this is your first infraction, I will go easy on you. This will be the last time though." And Amo spanked me three times in rapid succession. "Now, in answer to your question, I love pale skin because when I hit someone with pale skin, that beautiful red-ish pink color stands out in such stark contrast." 

My butt was a little sore from the encounter, but I was exhilarated at the same time. Who knew being treated like this could be so arousing! Amo made me lay down on the bed and he grabbed two lengths of rope from the pile on the other bed. He tied one of my hands, then ran the rope under the bed and attached it to my other hand. When I tried to move one arm in closer to my body, it would make my other arm stretch out further. He then did the same thing to my legs, so they were spread out wide. I had a moment of claustrophobic panic, but Amo makes me breath slowly in and out, pushing through it. Then I begin to become anxious, this time in anticipation of what was going to happen next. 

Amo removed his shirt and I could see that even though he looked like a large guy, what was under his shirt was pure, strong, muscle ripping man. Amo then picked up one of the toys off of the other bed. "Do you know what this is?" he asks.

I began to shake my head no, but one look in his eyes reminded me. "No Amo," I said meekly, "but it looks a bit like an egg with an electrical cord."

Amo grinned at me, "That's exactly what it is," he said. "This is a small vibrating egg. We are going to test your orgasm responses, and this will be your first test."

"Amo, may I ask a question?"

"Yes."

"I don't even know what an orgasm is; how will I know when I have one?"

Amo looked at me, "Your friends told me you were naïve, but I wasn't prepared for you to be quite this ignorant of all things sexual. Oh well. An orgasm is a very intense feeling of sexual pleasure. It is easy to see on a man because the result is the man ejaculating. For a woman it is a little different. You will know, trust me on this point, you will know, and so will I. It will feel like a great release, and it will be great. My goal is to help you feel this pleasure as many times as I can during our time together."

"May I ask another question Amo?" 

"Yes, go ahead."

"Since you bid on me and are paying for me to pleasure you, why are you doing all this for me?" I questioned.

"That is a good question little one," he replied. "I get excited giving pleasure and pushing women to this sweet spot that lingers between pleasure and pain. I like nothing more than to hurt women in a way that will enhance their pleasure. I also get off on the power I have over those women as I make them do things that they don't even know they will like. I love the power and control. I will get my jollies, don't you worry. I have all night, and day to do things to you. I paid for a full weekend with you. Your sorority sisters will go through more bidding, but you...you are mine. Now, enough talking." 

Amo walked over to me and moved the lace panties I was wearing away from my crotch. He then rubbed his hands up and down the space between my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet and worried that I might offend him with my wetness. Amo quickly put that fear to rest, when he put his head between my legs and began to search with his fingers and teeth. I was getting aroused, and my body was doing things I didn't know it could do. Then Amo turned on the egg and held it to my clit. He rubbed it back and forth, my hips began to shake and tremble. He stuck a finger inside me and started swirling it around while the egg stayed on my clit. I tried to close my legs, to stop the assault that was making my insides turn to jelly. Whatever was happening was building inside of me, everything I had was tightening up. I closed my eyes, and tried to keep myself from crying out. I didn't know how much more of this I could handle! I finally cried out as everything I was feeling seemed to explode out of my body.  

I was shaking; my vaginal region kept clenching and unclenching. I couldn't believe the amount of sound I had made. I was embarrassed, but at the same time I couldn't wait for that to happen again. Is this what I had been missing out on? Why did I wait so long to experience that? It was awesome, amazing, and absolutely fabulous. 

Is this what was going to happen the rest of the night? I couldn't wait!