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The Hazing Ch. 01

By: jallen944



They had worked for three hours and still couldn't get Pam's car to start. It was a matter of honor to her to not ask a guy for any help, although many of them had stopped and offered it. Pam was determined to fix her own car by herself to prove to the world that she could do it and that she was not totally dependent on guys to take car of the mechanical things. Besides, her father had shown her just what to do when it wouldn't start like this, but she couldn't remember exactly what it was he did to get it running.

Pam finally sighed in exasperation and dropped the wrench in the shoebox.

"Fuck it," she cursed. "To hell with this fucking machine."

She wiped her forehead with her arm, trying not to smear more grease on her skin. The air was temperature was over eighty degrees and the sun was unrelenting. Pam was dripping with sweat. Her bikini top was soaked and her shorts clung to her skin with terrible discomfort. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, but it, too, was matted with sweat. She had tried to avoid it, but she still managed to cover most of her skin with ugly, black, greasy smears. 

"You can't damn the thing now," Donna said. She was dripping with sweat as well. "We need it to get to that concert tomorrow night."

"Fuck the concert," Pam said. "If this is the only way we're going to get there, then fuck it." She picked up her old t-shirt and wiped her face, but when she looked at it she realized she had forgot that her hands and face were covered with grease and the shirt was ruined. "Shit," she said. She threw the shirt down and put her hands on her hips.

"We could ask Al and George for a ride."

"Then they'd want us to fuck them."

"So we screw them. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is I can't fix my car."

"I can't fix your car either. What the hell difference does it make?"

Pam shook her head. "I don't know. If I had a gun I'd shoot the car and put it out of my misery."

As Donna stood up from leaning on the fender of the car it rocked on its old springs. The heavy hood popped off its spindly support pole and slammed shut, almost catching Pam's fingers, but she yanked them out just in time.

Pam's anger suddenly swelled and burst.

"You mother fucking son of a bitch!" she screamed, kicking the side panels of the car as hard as she could. Donna stood back, frightened more by Pam's ferocious anger than by the hood slamming shut.

One of Pam's kicks inadvertently hit the ancient, worn tire and it gave out under the annoying strain with a terrifying explosion like a shotgun blast. Donna jumped with a start and Pam leaped back with a shriek of fright as if she was thrown by the blast, landing on her butt in the grass.

For a moment they just looked at each other and the old car, which was heaved over on the flat left front like a tired, old horse with a wounded leg. The tire had a gaping, shredded hole in the side.

Pam giggled, looked at Donna, giggled again, then the two of them laughed uncontrollably.

"Let's go in," Donna said. She was laughing so hard she was out of breath. "Maybe someone will steal it."

"If they can start it they can have it."

As soon as they reached their dorm room and Donna shut the door, Pam set the shoebox full of miscellaneous tools on a chair and stripped off her bikini top.

"Are you going to take a shower?" Donna asked.

"Yeah. I'm dying for one." She looked at herself in the wall mirror. "Ugh. I don't think I'll ever get clean."

Her hands were almost totally black. Her face was covered with black streaks where she had wiped with her fingers, as were her shoulders, her neck, her arms and even her boobs, just above the tan lines where her bikini covered.

"Do you want to take one together?" Donna said in an offhand way as she pulled her t-shirt off. Donna rarely wore a bra, but then, much like Pam, she never really needed to.

Pam thought about it for a second. "That sounds kinky," she said.

"I thought you'd like it." Donna kicked off her tight shorts and was wearing just her dainty panties. She went over to Pam and helped her take off her shorts, which left her in just her bikini bottoms.

"Man, you're filthy," Donna said. "How'd you get grease under your shorts?"

Pam tried to twist her torso to see her behind.

"Scratching my butt," Pam said. Donna made a face. "What? Guys do it when they're working on their cars. I've seen my brother do it all the time. Why can't I do it?"

Donna shrugged. "At least your brother's car runs." They laughed and trudged off half naked to the bathroom.

Pam washed her hands in the sink to get most of the dirt and grease off while Donna got the water from the shower head to a comfortable temperature. The shower head was a detachable type with an adjustable spray. Pam had thought it an unnecessary investment, but Donna insisted. At the moment, Pam was rather glad she had given in. A massaging shower would feel terrific on her tired muscles.

Donna watched Pam as she stood at the sink, scrubbing her dirty hands. Pam's fine back came down to her trim waist, then flared out to her hips. Her butt cheeks were perfect, as were her legs, from her firm thighs down to her calves, her ankles and even her feet. Donna was envious. She always thought Pam had a much better body than she did. Her tits were bigger and her legs were longer. She had been given a perfect body. Donna always considered herself to be too thin, although Pam told her how beautiful she was and guys loved to see her naked.

The tub was an old-fashioned design with the feet that were bolted to the white tiled floor. It was set a few feet away from the wall and there was no curtain around it. The water just sprayed on the floor. For a long time, Pam had meant to have a curtain installed, but never got around to it. Besides, it felt free and unrestrained to take a shower without a curtain blocking the sunshine.

Donna was kneeling beside the tub with the massager in her hand, waiting for Pam. Pam turned and looked down at her. She had an oriental appearance to her, especially from the way her long bangs hung in front of her eyes. She looked like a young Japanese girl obediently waiting to serve the woman of her master. Smiling to herself, Pam slipped her bikini bottom off while Donna watched and stepped into the tub.

"I feel like a goddess," Pam said. The skin of her entire body was tanned lightly golden brown, almost as if it was stained like a fine piece of wooden furniture. Since she had arrived at this school she always sunbathed without a top and so the soft flesh around her nipples was as dark as the rest of her body, except for the area around her pussy where she was unable to remove her tiny bikini bottoms. Many of the girls in this dorm sunbathed on the roof without their tops and it got them quite a bit of attention.

"Don't kid yourself," Donna said and Pam laughed. She knelt in the center of the tub. Donna sprayed her down with gallons of soothing, warm water. It soaked through her thick, sun bleached hair and trickled down her back to her ass and down over her shoulders and boobs. Pam held the sides of the tub and straightened her back, luxuriating in the relaxing sensations of the warm water pouring over her sore body.

Pam picked up the bar of soap, lathered it in her hands and scrubbed it all over her skin. She scrubbed her face hardest. She didn't want that nasty, black grease to ruin a complexion she had worked hard to keep clear. Donna sprayed her face to wash away the soap and Pam went to work on her chest.

The situation was turning her on. Having Donna so close to her when they were both naked and she was touching herself in such a sensuous way was very exciting. Her nipples tingled as she scrubbed them in her slippery, soapy hands. She noticed she was beginning to breathe hard and her chest was expanding out like she was trying to show it off.

Donna raised the shower head and began to wash the soap from Pam's front. The pulsing sensation of the warm water on her sensitive nipples made her suck in her breath. She gripped the sides of the tub tightly in her hands. The water felt great. Pam arched her back to bring her tits up closer to the water. The spray landed on her cheeks. The rest of the water rushed down over her front, through the trough made by her cleavage, over her thighs, through her pussy hair and lightly tickled the lips of her pussy.

She opened her eyes and looked at Donna. Donna seemed to be totally focused on her job of rinsing Pam's breasts.

"Ok, you can stop now," Pam told her, giggling. "My tits aren't dirty."

Donna pulled the nozzle away abruptly and laughed when she realized what she had been doing.

"Hand me the soap. I'll wash your back," Donna said. Pam leaned forward, still holding the sides of the tub, while Donna rubbed the bar of soap over her tense back, shoulders and her ass. Pam smiled to herself. Her eyes were just slits. She was completely relaxed and entranced by the massaging of Donna's hands.

Donna sprayed the water all over her back, rinsing away the soapy lather. The intoxicating feelings made Pam want to relax and have an orgasm right there. She hardly noticed when Donna's hand drifted down her back and spread her ass cheeks. Pam imagined that her brother was behind her and about to insert his penis. She leaned forward as if to accept his first thrust, but what happened next was so sudden she had no time to react. Donna swiftly placed the nozzle of the massager against her tight asshole and let gushers of hot water shoot straight into her ass.

"Oh my God," Pam shouted. Her eyes shot wide open and she practically jumped out of the tub. At first she couldn't figure out what was happening to her. When that passed she couldn't believe Donna would do something devilish like that but she wasn't about to stop her. She also couldn't believe how good it felt. Donna wouldn't have stopped anyway, even if Pam insisted.

Pam gasped. This was one of the most exciting things she had ever experienced. It felt like a guy was shooting hot cum up her ass non stop. She squeezed the sides of the tub. Her knuckles were white and her grip was tight enough to bend the metal.

Immediately she started to cum. One of the most powerful orgasms of her life was quickly building inside her. Donna was holding the nozzle tightly in her asshole and stroking her back like she was petting a cat. Then Pam was coming like crazy while hot blasts of water shot through her whole body. She screamed and shook and writhed until finally she was laying limply across the edge of the tub, panting for breath. Donna pulled the nozzle away and adjusted the head so it was simply a light spray.

Pam opened her eyes and stared at Donna. Donna tried to keep from looking at her but when she did she couldn't help grinning with a deep blush.

"How was it?" Donna asked. There was a fire in her eyes Pam had never noticed before.

Pam turned and lay back against the sloped end of the tub. Her arms were laid across the top edge of the tub. Her nipples were hard, excited points at the tips of her plump breasts. She grinned back at Donna.

"That was unbelievable," Pam sighed, then she sat up. "Get in here. I want to do it to you now," Pam said. She grabbed the shower nozzle and moved back to make room for Donna in the tub.

Donna suddenly looked surprised and a little apprehensive about the idea of Pam doing something to her that might be an act to get even. Even so, she knew she had to do it. Hesitantly Donna stood up, shed her panties, climbed into the tub and knelt down facing Pam. The prospect of Pam doing something lascivious to her with the shower massager had her trembling with excitement.

"Spread them," Pam said in a strong, commanding tone. Her face was down and her eyes were turned up to Donna. She was holding one end of the shower head with the other end in her other palm. like she was a cop holding a billy club. A broad grin slowly grew across her face. Donna sat back against the wall of the tub and raised her knees. Slowly, with her eyes locked into Pam's eyes, she spread her knees and exposed her pussy.

Pam stared at Donna's pussy. Her body was very sensuous. Her flat, hard stomach led down to the graceful curve of her mound, which was lightly covered with wisps of black, shiny hair. Her pussy lips were moist and spread, as if waiting for Pam to do something to them.

Donna let her knees rest against the sides of the tub and held onto the edge with both hands. Her ass was squirming ever so slightly. She bit her lower lip in her teeth and then felt the giggles coming over her as Pam came nearer with the shower massager.

"What's so funny?" Pam said, trying to hold back her own giggles.

"Nothing," Donna said. She was trying to be serious but broke into giggles anyway.

Pam knew what she was laughing at. She knew how ridiculous this situation was and she was glad there was no one around to see them doing it. She giggled until she thought she had it under control then looked at Donna and started giggling all over again. 

Pam teased Donna with the nozzles on the shower head. Warm water was dribbling out of them all over her pussy. She squirmed even more.

"Please do it," Donna begged. She was pushing her hips up to try to rub her clitoris harder against the rough edge of the nozzle. Pam acted with deliberate slowness to antagonize Donna and tease her further. Her hand closed around the outside rim of the shower head, which turned to select shower settings. Donna's body tensed. Her mouth hung open. She was watching Pam's hands very carefully. Pam twisted the selector. Donna squirmed and screamed out loud as jets of hot water pulsed directly into her cunt again and again like it was the penis of the most virile man in the world shooting his endless streams of cum into her.

"Oh God oh God," Donna was moaning. The water was gushing out of her hole as fast as it was gushing in. Her legs flexed and her body jerked and shook with every pulse of hot water.

Pam enjoyed making her friend cum. Donna was a beautiful woman and Pam secretly admired her body. It had been a long desire of hers to touch Donna and to feel Donna's hands touching her. She knew Donna was proud of her own trim, fit figure, but she had seen her catching a glimpse of Pam's body when she could.

Pam caressed the insides of Donna's trembling thighs. Donna's eyes flickered open slightly so she could see what Pam was doing. She was grunting and panting hard and moaning. Her lips were parted and her jaw worked like a piston. Pam's free hand came up and squeezed Donna's tit. A spasm from the jets of warm water massaging her clitoris made her back arch out with a deep, low moan. Pam vigorously rubbed Donna's nipple and was surprised to see how much she reacted. It must have been incredibly sensitive.

Donna screamed. Pam was excited to watch her coming. She was very exuberant when she orgasmed. She thrust her body up again and again and screamed loud enough to let the neighbors know she was getting something good, which she did frequently when she had a man in her room.

"Oh God ... oh fuck ... oh fuck," she shouted over and over, almost directly in Pam's ear. Her hips rose and fell and her bare ass slapped against the wet surface of the bottom of the tub.

Donna's body released two more long, hard thrusts followed by high pitched squeals and her orgasm was over. Pam twisted the selector on the shower head and returned the water to a slow trickle. She sat back against the other end of the tub and spread her knees.

"Oh man," Donna gasped. Her chest heaved with each heavy breath. Her hand glided over her slick, flat belly down to the wet hair of her bush and she began to finger her pussy. "I need a hard man," Donna said.

Pam rubbed the smooth, plastic handle of the hand held shower head against the slit of her pussy like it was a vibrator.

"Me too," Pam said with a sigh. Both of their pussies made soft squishing sounds.

"Let's go to my room," Donna said. Her expression was hopeful and eager at the same time.

Pam stopped and looked up at her. Her nipples stiffened at just the thought of getting into bed with Donna.

"Ok," Pam smiled.

They stepped out of the tub together. Pam bent forward to turn off the water.

"I'll get another towel," Donna said. She opened the cupboard above the toilet and took out another large, fluffy towel. She handed it to Pam and they dried themselves off. Pam rubbed the towel through her hair first then toweled down the front of her body, her back and her arms. She put her foot up on the edge of the tub and dried each long, supple leg. She looked over at Donna when she was bent forward, drying her legs. She had a luscious ass. Pam could see the lips of her pussy in the diamond-shaped area where her legs and her ass came together.

Pam wrapped her hair in the towel like a turban. The huge towel made for a long turban that hung down her back below her knees. She approached Donna from behind and laid her hands seductively on her waist. Donna straightened up and looked back at Pam over her shoulder.

"I've wanted to touch you for a long time," Pam whispered. She kissed the back of her neck. Her hands caressed the tight, white globes of Donna's ass.

"You're weird," Donna giggled. "I knew we were going to have a strange friendship when I met you." She turned around and faced Pam. She touched Pam's tits, lightly caressing the skin with her fingertips. "I never ate another girl's pussy before."

"Then we should get started," Pam said.

They rushed down the hall to Donna's room giggling like a pair of school girls who had peeked in on a group of naked boys. Pam yanked the towel off her head, shook our her wet hair and dove onto the bed. Donna tossed her towel on a chair and combed her hair back on her head. She could see Pam in the dresser mirror on her back on the bed with her legs spread and her hands over her pussy. Donna went to the bed and climbed on top of her. Her beautiful breasts swayed seductively side to side. Pam's breasts rested on her chest like a pair of swollen water balloons. Her nipples were erect points at their tips.

Donna let her body settle gently onto Pam's body. Pam's legs closed around her just as they would if they had closed around her brother. Donna's nipples touched Pam's nipples and her breasts flattened on Pam's. Donna lowered her head and kissed Pam on her lips in such a gentle way that only a woman could deliver. Their lips parted and their tongues discovered each other. The excitement shot through Pam's body like a jolt of electricity. She stroked her hands down Donna's narrow waist and around to her tight ass. Their tongues twirled madly around each other. Pam was so turned on she was squirming under Donna's light weight. It felt good to have her warm body on top of her, although she was nowhere near as heavy as a big guy like she was used to.

Pam rolled her over to the middle of the bed so that she was on top. Their tits shook and rubbed against each other sensuously. She propped herself up on her arms and gazed down at Donna. Her long hair hung over her face, nearly touching Donna's cheeks. In one quick move, Pam spun herself around, spread her legs over Donna's head and lowered her head between Donna's thighs. She stuck out her tongue, licked right between the wet lips and Donna gasped. She plunged her tongue deeper and Donna arched her back, raising Pam high off the bed.

Donna grabbed Pam's ass and tentatively licked her pussy. It was not a completely unfamiliar sensation. It tasted similar to her own pussy when she used to finger herself off and taste the juices. She got more daring and licked around the lips of Pam's pussy. This was nothing like licking a guy's cock. The pussy lips were so soft and wet and vulnerable. They felt different to her tongue than they did to her fingers. She wondered how they could stand up to the treatment some guys gave them with their cocks.


The Hazing Ch. 01



Pam reveled in the soft feel of Donna's tongue. She was starting slowly but was quickly exploring more. It took only a moment more before they were rolling on the bed and writhing on top of each other like wrestlers vying for the championship. They would moan and gasp and lick and rub various parts of their bodies together then kiss and moan again.

They froze like statues when they heard a man's voice say, "What the hell's going on here?" They looked up deliriously, almost in a drunken haze. Pam was under Donna, facing the head of the bed. Donna was facing the foot of the bed. Her legs were spread over Pam's head and she had been kissing Pam's ass. For a second they had both been terribly frightened that they had been caught, then they both felt their passion building to a frenzy when they knew they had the men with hard cocks they had wanted earlier.

"Hi George," Pam panted. She smiled and licked her lips with her tongue. She thought Donna might be too shocked at getting caught doing something like this with another woman to say anything at first, but she had a good feeling Donna would get over it when she enticed the guys into banging them.

George was standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face and Al was coming in right behind him. He had gone to the kitchen first to get a Mountain Dew.

"Holy shit," he said when he saw the two naked girls locked together on the bed.

George stepped forward, unbuckling his belt. "It's a beautiful day for a gang bang," he said.

Pam squirmed anxiously. She was still breathing hard and she was warm all over like she was in heat. Her shoulders were between Donna's thighs and she was trapped under Donna's body. She could see the bulge of an erection in George's pants and that gave her another flash of warmth that made her toes curl. She had never done it with either one of these guys. They were both friends of Donna's and she was sure Donna had spent plenty of time getting naked with both of them and probably at the same time more than once.

He went to the foot of the bed to give his attention to Donna. Pam couldn't see what they were doing, although he could hear them kissing and mumbling about something. She had her eyes on Al, the big football player who was coming toward her.

"Want some?" he said, holding out the bottle of Mountain Dew.

"Yeah," Pam sighed. She held her mouth open slightly and her eyes turned up to his. Al touched the end of the plastic bottle against her lips. It was wet with his saliva. He tilted the bottle up, poured the sweet liquid into her mouth and she swallowed. He pulled it away and she licked her lips. She reached up for the button on the front of his jeans while he put the bottle on the edge of the dresser near the bed. She could see a long, thick bulge in the front of his pants, too, and she wanted to get her lips around it.

From the other end of the bed she heard Donna moan, "Put it in my mouth," and she knew Donna wanted the same thing. The next thing she heard was a deep moan from Donna and a noisy slurping and smacking lips and she knew Donna was getting that hard cock in her mouth.

Al turned back to her, surprised that she was already opening his pants. He chuckled at her and she smiled back at him. He stood still to let her open them all the way.

"You want it bad, don't you?" he said. He reached down and held her chin in his big, strong, calloused hand, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.

Pam rubbed the lump of his cock with her fingers and he pushed his hips out closer to her. "Yes," she said in a deep, husky voice she never knew she had. "I need it really bad." She pulled down his zipper and peeled open the front of his pants like a banana. Her small hand reached in, feeling around for his pole, and when she found it she pulled it out like she was hauling a small animal out of its burrow. It hung right in front of her face and she paused for a moment to admire the shape and size of the stiff, erect piece of flesh. Al had a penis to be proud of. She could not judge a man solely by the size of his appendage but she could judge the appendage on its own.

It had a healthy length and thickness, comparable to the healthy size of the man to whom it was attached. The swollen head was a deep purple color and the taut skin was shiny even in the soft light. Her hand was around the shaft and stroked slowly. Thick, blue veins stuck out above the surface of the muscle and pulsed rapidly. The skin of the shaft itself was a darker color, which she had come to learn came from years of use either with his own hands or the various body parts of a number of women. This evidence that he was a very sexual person heightened the intensity of her desire to extend the wear of his tool with her own various body parts.

"Are you going to suck it or look at it?" Al said sarcastically.



The Hazing Ch. 02



Pam looked up at him sternly. "Relax stud," she said. "I'm the one who's doing the sucking." She stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip of the head just to keep him happy. His eyes were locked on her tongue. She couldn't deny his desire to have her mouth around the end of his cock any more than she could deny her own desire to feel the end of his cock touching the back of her mouth and the shaft sliding between her lips.

She lifted the shaft to examine his balls. When she saw the plump, round orbs hanging loosely in the rugged looking sack, she instantly decided she had to have them in her mouth as well. She craned her neck out to reach them, lifted one with her tongue and popped it into her mouth, letting the shaft of his cock rest along the bridge of her nose and across her cheek.

"Oh my God," Al gasped, just as Pam sucked his other testicle into her warm, wet mouth. She was rolling them around in her mouth and sucking them like lemon drops and he was afraid to move or touch her out of fear that if he did they might be damaged in some way by her teeth if she accidentally bit them. He had to admit to himself, however, how incredibly good it felt. He could only remember one time back in high school when a girl, a cheerleader he recalled, sucked his balls like this. It had been so long he had almost forgotten about it completely.

The memory of the girl, on the other hand, was not so easy to forget. He smiled to himself as he thought back fondly on the three or four times he screwed her and how she had done things with him no girl had ever done before or since. That is, he thought as he looked down at Pam, until he met this girl. She was a great looking girl, probably better looking than any girl he had ever known and she definitely had the hottest body he had ever known. She certainly knew how to suck a guy's balls. He couldn't wait to find how well she sucked his cock. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. The corners of her mouth curled up in a playful smile and she sucked his balls extra hard. He gasped in surprise and for a moment wondered what other kinds of things she knew how to do.

Pam let his balls slip from her mouth, turned her head to the side and salaciously licked the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the head. She was pleased to hear him groan in response. She wanted to tease him for a bit before she started sucking him off. She let the head rest on her lower lip and teased it with her tongue. She poked the very tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the end of his cock then swirled it around on the skin of the head. She held it playfully between her white teeth, which got his attention, then closed her lips around it to suck on it as hard as she could.

"Oh man," Al exclaimed.

Pam let the cock slide into her mouth on her tongue alone until it touched the back of her mouth, then closed her lips tightly around the shaft, sucked in her cheeks and pulled her head back, drawing his cock back out of her mouth until the head was between her lips again. Al's head rolled back and the only sounds that came out of his mouth were a quiet gurgling.

Pam was very excited. It had been a long time since she had sucked a guy this big. The last time of course was when she blew her brother. She had taken him down her throat then and she was going to do the same for Al. She knew it was going to blow his mind. She licked the head, swallowed, took a deep breath and started. She took the head all the way to the back of her mouth just like before but this time she kept it there and worked it down the opening of her throat.

Al was looking down at her, puzzled, wondering what the hell she was trying to do. Suddenly he felt the most exquisite sensation and he realized she was deep throating him.

"Oh my Lord," Al moaned. He placed his hands on top of her head and pumped his hips back and forth like he was fucking her face. Pam delighted in this action. She didn't have to move her head back and forth, which was difficult in the position she was in at the moment, and she could enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth in her throat.

She felt Donna shifting on top of her and wondered what was going on. Donna's pussy juices had been dripping on her shoulder blades since the guys had arrived. She could feel it running down her spine with the sweat of their bodies. She felt a pair of strong hands on her ass and realized what was happening. George was going to fuck her. She hadn't had a chance to see how his cock looked. She hoped it was big.

His hand reached between her legs and his fingers pulled her cunt open and he rubbed his cock along her slit. She tried to spread her legs as wide as she could with Donna on top of her and, although it wasn't much, it seemed to be enough. She still had Al's cock in her mouth and decided to let him have it back so he could put it in Donna in case she wanted it. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back as far as she could, which wasn't much, but he didn't seem to want to take it out right then. George had his hands on her ass and wasn't able to move backward any farther. Al pushed his hips forward to keep his long cock all the way down her throat. There wasn't anything she could do. If he wanted to continue to fuck her throat she was completely happy to let him.

From her very intimate position over Pam's ass, Donna watched George get himself into place between Pam's legs and work the head of his cock into the lips of her pussy. He shoved forward and from the other end of the bed Donna heard a muffled squeal as he penetrated her.

Pam's eyes were wide open. It was big. Intense surges of erotic passion shot from her cunt all through her body. Her breasts shook with his thrusts and her ass quivered. He was extremely physical when he made love, and Pam remembered Donna telling her this some time ago. He squeezed Pam's narrow waist with one hand and reached up to pull her hair with his other hand, like a rider pulling the reins of a horse. That was ordinarily ok, but she had a thick, hard penis lodged in her throat and she was unable to move her head much. On top of that, he was jamming his hips forward, which smashed her nose and face into the hard muscles of Al's belly, made his balls slap against her chin and forced his cock deeper yet into her throat. She had to admit, it was a wild experience.

Donna realized that Al wasn't paying attention to her the way he should. Pam was already getting fucked, but Al still had his cock in Pam's mouth, not in her cunt, as he should have by then.

"Hey Al," Donna said, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her long, black, wet hair hung over her eyes. "Give me a little work right here." She raised her ass to show him right where she wanted him to stick his cock.

Licking his lips at the sight of her luscious, round ass and the juicy lips of Donna's pussy, Al quickly yanked his cock from Pam's mouth, leaving her gasping with her mouth hanging open.

Pam coughed and wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. Al was climbing over her to line his dick up with Donna's hole. She dropped her head to the bed to keep from getting it smashed by his legs. Right behind her head she could hear Donna's cunt slurping noisily and farther back she could hear Donna groaning in ecstasy. The weight on top of her increased with Al's body on top of Donna's, but he certainly wasn't laying on top of them. He would have crushed them if he was.

George was pushing Pam toward a great orgasm and she was enjoying every moment of it. Her passion hovered right on the edge of a fast and furious climax. She began to cum when he suddenly pulled out.

"Hey Pam," George said, and slapped her ass. "Do you mind if I stick it in this hole?"

"Ow," Pam said. The pain startled her, then she felt the stinging on her left cheek where his hand had smacked her. She tried to look back at her ass but couldn't see past Donna and Al.

"I hope you'd do nothing less for me," Pam said. She wiggled her ass enticingly at him. Just the thought of him fucking her like that made her knees weak. She stayed very still and let him do to her whatever he wanted. She felt him spread her ass cheeks apart a little too wide, causing her some pain. Then she felt the head of his cock against her tight asshole and she knew this was going to hurt. He only had the juices from her cunt to lubricate his cock. She didn't want to stop him but she hoped he was going to be gentle. He began to push and she gritted her teeth together and winced in pain. Her hands clenched the sheets in her tight fists.

Donna's eyes were wide open as she watched George's huge cock sliding in Pam's ass. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. She had only heard about people doing things like this. She didn't believe people actually did it, yet here it was right in front of her and it was two people she knew very well. The idea of getting screwed in her ass made her skin tingle. She wondered what Pam was feeling.

Donna was laying on the bed, just off Pam's lower half. Her own lower half was still draped over Pam's shoulders and Al was on top of them both now, pumping away at her cunt. Donna kissed Pam's ass, then tilted her head up and licked George's groin just below his belly button. George had sunk more than half of his shaft into Pam's ass and she could hear her friend squealing behind her, but whether it was pain or joy she unsure.

"Oh God oh God," Al was moaning just above her and Donna knew he was going to cum. She had already cum three times today, once in the tub and twice more on this bed with Pam's tongue between her pussy lips. One more time with Al's thick cock in her cunt would make her whole day. Her orgasm caught her off guard. Her mind exploded when she felt Al's cum squirting inside her. She screamed.

Pam knew her roommate was coming from the way she screamed. It wasn't the scream of a woman frightened by a horror movie or of a girl who was teasing the boys with her other friends on the playground. It was the scream of a woman who was experiencing a sexual climax, the scream of a woman whose cunt was being screwed by the large cock of a large man. Pam had heard Donna's distinctive scream before, but in the last few hours she had come to know it intimately.

"I'm gonna cum," George announced, as if he wanted them all to be prepared for it. His cock was deep in Pam's ass and he was pumping hard.

"Wait," Pam grunted. "Shoot your stuff on my ass." It was a decision she made right at the moment, but she wasn't sure if he had heard her. She wanted to see his sticky cum on her ass and she wanted to touch it. She was breathing hard and her teeth were clenched together, making it hard for her speak. She was practically swimming in the combination of the sharp pain from her behind mixed with the intense pleasure from the orgasm building inside her.

Pam was relieved when George yanked his cock out and the next thing she felt was his cum splattering on her ass and she shrieked and came, her body twitching convulsively. She nearly blacked out from the exquisite intensity of it all. Stars shot like rockets in her eyes, even though her eyelids were squeezed shut. Deep, aching waves of ecstasy rolled through her body again and again from the center of her being. It felt too good to let go of it so soon and she felt that wave of anxiety and depression when it faded.

She tried to hold on to it even while Al and Donna were lifting themselves off her but it faded to merely a memory and she was left panting and sweating on her spot on the bed. It would not be long before she searched for those sensations from her body again and found herself intimately naked with another handsome man and pulling him to force his erection deeper into her vagina in the hopes that one day the feelings wouldn't fade and she could soak in them for as long as she wished.

Finally she peeled open her eyes and looked around. They were all looking at her. Donna looked concerned, while the guys looked amused.

"Are you ok?" Donna asked. She was afraid that she might have been hurt somehow when George was jamming her delicate rear end with his enormous tool. She remembered looking at Pam's pussy and thinking how fragile it appeared.

"Could you get a mirror for me, please?" Pam said. George handed the hand mirror to Donna and Donna handed it to Pam. Pam held it up so she could look into it and see the reflection of her ass over her shoulder and closely examine the sperm on her skin. The thick, creamy white, pearly drops looked so nice running down her firm, sweaty cheeks. On her right cheek was a large, wet spot of saliva where Donna had been licking and kissing her.

She sighed and looked at Donna with a satisfied smile. It had been great fun getting to know her friend in such a carnal way.



The Hazing Ch. 03



"Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what you're getting into?"

"Yes, I do," Pam replied. "That's why I want to try it."

Donna's face was etched with disbelief. "This isn't some frat hazing, you know. They don't just swat guys on the butt then get drunk on beer. It's a ritual, like a pagan thing. They do dangerous stuff. They'll make you their slave for sex. They use whips and chains and god knows what else. They use drugs like heroin and LSD, not kids stuff like marijuana.

"I know."

"I've heard stories from girls who didn't make it. Some of them got pregnant and had to leave."

"What's your point, Donna?"

"The point is you're crazy to do this."

"You said that."

"Why would you want to have anything to do with that sorority, anyway? They're all a bunch of conceited bitches."

"I don't care about the sorority. I want to try the ritual."

Donna shook her head. "You're crazy."

"Would you shut up? It's not like I'm going to die."

"No. But you could get pregnant. That's worse."

"Maybe for you, but not for me." Donna stood up and hugged her. "What was that for?"

"You're my friend. I tried to talk you out of it. Now all I can do is give you my support."

"Thanks."

"You're still crazy."

Pam walked across the quad in the moonlight to Appleton Street, where there stood a row of sorority houses and fraternity houses. The sky was clear, lit up by a bright, full moon, and a cool, light wind reminded her it was early autumn and the precious summer was over.

Every house was having their initiation that night. A week before, every house had been open for the perusal of potential new candidates, including some houses that were throwing wild parties for the occasion, which Pam thoroughly enjoyed. That night, however, the street was calm and orderly, even serene.

Coming toward her on the sidewalk were a man and a woman and their dog. In a brief moment, Pam felt a pang of envy. She had known many men in her life, but few of them did she consider worthy of marriage. The friendly dog sniffed Pam wistfully as the couple went past. They were moving briskly and giggling with each other about jokes they would share only with themselves. Pam longed to be a part of a relationship with a good man who would share with her more than just what he had in his pants.

The sorority house was just ahead of her. Her stride slowed. A week ago, the old house looked mischievous and exciting. That night it looked ominous and foreboding. Pam shook her head and continued, dismissing it as her imagination. Donna's stories were getting to her.

The large, wooden front door opened as she stepped up on the front porch, as if it had reacted on its own to her presence. A moment later, Julianna appeared from behind it, her attractive face bright with a glowing smile.

"Hi. You're Pam, right? Come in. We're glad you decided to attend."

Pam stepped in through the door with the unshakable feeling that she was entering the Devil's parlor and might never leave. The walls of the hallway were lined with red satin drapes, which further enhanced the illusion that she was entering hell.

Julianna came up behind Pam. "Follow me," she instructed, with a pleasant smile. She walked ahead of Pam and Pam was mildly surprised to see that Julianna's timid-looking dress was backless, and actually plunged down to expose the upper portion of her buttocks. Pam felt overdressed in her plain skirt and blouse. She believed Donna's stories, since she had heard them as well from other girls, but she had decided not to dress in a way that might make her seem presumptuous. That thought now seemed entirely unnecessary. She thought she looked like an innocent virgin.

The hallways were a disorienting maze, all glowing bright red. Pam did not recall there being anything this complex to the quaint, if not large, house she had visited a week ago. She realized they might have been only temporary walls, but the result was very effective.

Finally, after countless turns that seemed to lead them in circles, they reached a door, at which two people stood guard. Although the dark, hooded gowns they wore concealed their identities, Pam figured they must have been younger members of the sorority, left to do the menial tasks.

Pam watched one of them, hoping to see a face. All she could see was a bit of dark hair beneath the hood. What had this girl gone through to gain access to this exclusive sorority? Pam wondered. Could she tell her if the stories she had heard were true? Would the experience be as exciting as she imagined, or horrifying, as Donna warned? Julianna knocked on the door and it was opened from the inside. Well, I guess I'm going to find out.

Immediately, she was assailed by the heavy, pungent aroma of incense. It almost knocked her over. The room on the other side of the door was fairly dark, lit only by candles placed on table around the room. Julianna led Pam in.

Four other girls looked up at her. Three were sitting in large, comfortable arm chairs and one was standing, studying a picture on the wall. They all appeared to be curious, yet apprehensive.

"Feel free to introduce yourself to the others and make yourself comfortable. We apologize for the wait," Julianna said, and she disappeared out the door. Out of curiosity, Pam tried the handle. It was locked. She turned and looked at her fellow prisoners.

"Hi. I'm Pam." She felt as nervous as they looked. The locked door seemed so committal. Doubts and second thoughts creeped into her mind where before had been only confidence and excitement.

The girl who had been looking at the painting came forward with her hand extended. "I'm Joan," she said. Pam shook her hand.

"Pleased to meet you."

The other girls rose out of their seats and moved toward her like she was their savior. She introduced herself to Sylvia, Christine and Ellen.

"How long have you been waiting?" Pam asked.

"Not long," Ellen said. "Joan got here just a few minutes before you did."

"What do you think we can expect?" Pam said.

"I've heard a lot of stories," Sylvia said.

"Me, too," Ellen jumped in. "They sounded pretty exciting."

"Do you think they're true?" Joan said.

Sylvia shrugged. "I don't know, but they are pretty exciting."

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?" Ellen said with barely containable enthusiasm.

"What about you?" Pam said to Christine.

Christine looked up at her like she had snapped out of a deep thought. "I'm scared."

Pam brushed it off as inconsequential. "I think they go to all this trouble to make us feel scared. They're just trying to intimidate us."

"Well, it's working," Christine said. She was almost shaking with fright.

Pam felt that if she really was their savior, she should comfort Christine. It was obvious the poor girl didn't belong in this situation. Hopefully, she would make the right choice if she got a chance and escape before she got any deeper. This kind of Hell was not meant for someone as innocent as her.

The door opened once more. They all froze, staring at the freedom that lay just beyond their reach. Julianna entered again, looking sexier than all of them combined. Pam had noted that all the other girls had dressed in suits, like they were here for a job interview, which only helped to make her feel even more underdressed.

Julianna led in another girl and closed the door behind her, remaining inside.

"Feel free to introduce yourself and make yourself comfortable," Julianna said, without ever sounding as if she had spoken that line more times than she cared. She crossed the room to the long, wooden table with the empty chairs, where a large incense burner was set. She opened it and lit fresh incense on the tray. "You will be our final candidate this evening. The wait will not be much longer." She had her hands clasped in front of her like a proper hostess. With a curt nod, she left the room through another door behind the table Pam had not noticed until then.

They all looked expectantly at the new girl. She smiled nervously.

"I'm Beverly," she said with a brief wave. Pam and the others embraced her as they had done when she arrived. Standing among the group as they each shared their apprehensions once more, Pam realized how attractive each girl was. In fact, they were all very beautiful. Their choice of apparel revealed little about their builds, but it was easy to see each of them possessed similar attributes: long hair, attractive features, well proportioned figures. This pattern gave her a new insight into the mysterious ritual.

Julianna entered once more and stood in front of the table.

"Could you all take your seats, please? We're ready to begin."

Pam suddenly felt pretty silly standing in the center of the room with all the other girls. Their little group broke up and they each found a chair. Oddly, there were just enough for all of them. They invited only six? Were all six of them to be initiated? Pam was growing more curious by the moment.

The room was deathly quiet. Julianna had gone to the side of the room, by the door through which the girls had entered, and was just standing there, as if waiting for something. Then the door behind the table opened again. The room on the other side was completely dark; Pam could make out nothing inside. A hooded individual emerged from the room, startling Pam. He was varying a tray with a silver cover, like a cake. The first was followed by another, then another. Some were taller than others. By the way they walked, Pam guessed they were men. She could see none of their faces. Nine of them, altogether, filed out and stood behind the table. When the last person had entered the room, they all sat at once.

The door was still open. The people at the table seemed to talking quietly with each other. Pam wondered why the door was still open. To her surprise, a giant came through it, followed by two more just as big. Their hands were clasped together in front of them, making them look like oversized monks. They stood behind the table and remained there without moving or speaking. Pam thought this was very strange.

At the end of the table, one of the hooded persons had placed a large sheet of paper that had been scrolled and tied with a ribbon. The next person had placed an ink well and a quill pen beside it. Then they were all quiet, unearthly quiet, and sat without moving. Pam looked at the other girls seated with her. They all looked at her and each other. None of them knew what to expect next.

The one at the center stood. The huge, cloaked guy behind him pulled his seat out, then clasped his hands together and became a statue again. The one who had just stood pulled back the hood of his cloak. Pam's eyebrows went up. He was a handsome, even sexy looking guy. He appeared to be a few years older than she was, which meant he was obviously a senior.

He looked around slowly, deliberately at each girl, and began. "Tonight we begin the initiation of new members to the Kappa Delta Sigma sorority. Tonight marks the one hundred twenty third consecutive observance of this conjugal ritual, practiced annually at this time since eighteen hundred seventy one. Each of you is to be honored for attendance of this exclusive event."

Julianna appeared with a tray of pewter goblets and a small bowl of what looked like sugar cubes. Pam had not even noticed that she had gone anywhere. She moved discreetly behind the table and offered the tray to each person. They all took a goblet and a sugar cube. While she listened, Pam watched each person drop the sugar cube into the goblet and raise it to drink.

The good looking guy continued. "In the ritual we exchange one or more potential new members, on whom we conduct initiation rites. This means the individual becomes our to do with as we please. Traditionally, these individuals become sex slaves, among other things. Undoubtedly, you have heard rumors and stories. There is only one way to know the truth."

He held out his hand and the scrolled document from the end of the table was passed to him. "Up to this point you have been a welcome observer. Those of you who wish to participate further will be asked to release your consent, for obvious reasons. I will read the declaration."

He began. Pam listened earnestly. It sounded like a simple release, removing and responsibility from their shoulders and placing it solely in the hands of the girls, but from the way it was worded, it could have been a document read to King Henry III. He finished to silence. Pam had no problem with its contents. She had already assumed responsibility for herself. It also contained certain basic legalities, including waiving any liability for damage or loss due to illness, disease, drug use or physical violation. Did they intend to ask her to pave the way for them to drug her and rape her? Maybe this was not something she wanted to get involved in. It did sound exciting, however.

He finished and handed the document back. It traveled from person to person back to its spot at the end of the table. Pam looked back at the standing guy. "If any of you wish to back out, now is the time you may do so. Feel no obligation to continue if you have any doubts. Have no fear of ridicule if you wish to decline participation. Your mere presence in this room is proof enough of your courage and honor."

Pam kept her eyes forward on the good looking guy. He was looking at each girl. She wanted to make eye contact with him, but somehow found it impossible. She knew the other girls might have looked around at each other, but Pam avoided contact with them. She didn't want to look, but she hoped Christine would take this opportunity to back out. She had a feeling that poor girl was in for a rude shock if she stayed.

The guy nodded. "Then we shall continue," he said. Pam's heart sank. No one left. What was Christine thinking? Any intimation of the events to come could damage her irreparably. "I shall call your names and ask you to step forward and sign the document, making it official and binding." He paused. "Ellen?"

Pam looked at Ellen. She stood up abruptly, as if her own name had surprised her. She stepped awkwardly to the table, took the quill from the person who held it up, dipped it in the ink, and scratched her signature on the paper. She turned and sat down.

"Pam?" the good-looking guy said. Trying to be casual, despite the tangle of nerves she felt in her stomach, Pam got up and went to the table. The same person offered her the quill. She took it, dipped it in the ink well, just as she imagined Ben Franklin had done when he signed the Declaration of Independence, and scribbled her name as well as she could below Ellen's, which she could hardly read. She handed the quill back, entirely dissatisfied that the quill had not worked to her expectations, and strolled back to her seat with the uneasy feeling that she had just signed away her soul.

This continued until every girl had signed the sheet. Pam was inexplicably disappointed when Christine stepped up to sign it. For some reason, she felt protective of the girl and thought that she had failed to take care of her by letting her put her name on that paper. Nevertheless, Christine returned to her seat with an almost indiscernible smile. Pam felt unsettled.

When Joan, the last to sign, returned to her seat, the paper was scrolled and tied with the red ribbon.

"We will adjourn for a brief period," the guy said. "When we return, you will be ready for the next step."

With that, each member of the procession rose and filed out the back door. The three giants went with them, leaving the six girls alone and confused. They sat quietly for a few minutes, looking around the room in bewilderment. Pam felt just as they all did, that they had just signed up for a trip to Hell like they were signing an insurance form.

Julianna returned. She went right to the table and picked up the large tray, which she uncovered and carried to the girls.

"We invite you to indulge in any of your choice of stimulants," Julianna said.

Pam examined the tray. It was filled with a neat arrangement of illicit narcotics and drug paraphernalia, including countless joints, LSD-laced sugar cubes, lines of cocaine on mirrors, birth control pills, various liquors, and cognac glasses with a small amount of a milky liquid.

"What's that?" Christine asked, pointing to the milky liquid.

"Sperm," Julianna said succinctly. Christine pulled her hand away like it was a snake that might bite her if she got too close. "If you like, you may mix it with the liquor of your choice as an exotic delicacy."

Christine shook her head politely. "I'll pass."

Julianna smiled. "You can't."

"What?" Christine said, sounding shocked.

"This you must drink. You have no choice from here on."

"I've ..." Christine started to say, but cut herself off. "Ok." She picked up one of the six glasses and Julianna moved to the next girl.

She arrived at Pam and Pam surveyed the selection on the tray. The amount of drugs it contained was generous, more than enough for all of them. This was almost overwhelming. She looked over at the others. Joan and Sylvia were sharing some cocaine and giggling with each other. Ellen had mixed her sperm with a concoction of liquors that would surely frighten any bartender with bad intentions. Finally, she dropped a sugar cube into the glass, swirled it around to dissolve it, and tossed it back like a shot of whiskey. Beverly had lined up a collection beside her like a display of her crafts. She had hash and marijuana, LSD and a few other things Pam did not recognize. Christine, sitting next to Pam, had only her glass of sperm, and was looking at it disconcertedly.

Pam picked up the last glass of sperm, stuck her finger in it and tasted it. "How fresh is it?" she asked.

"It was made only minutes ago."

"By who?"

"By men you will come to know intimately in only a short time."

Pam accepted this explanation and took a couple of joints and some twelve year old scotch. Julianna set the tray back on the table and disappeared. Pam poured a shot of scotch in with her sperm. She swirled it around to mix it up. Christine was watching her. Pam poured some scotch in her glass.

"Improves the taste," Pam told her. She didn't look like she believed her. Pam drank hers, savoring the tastes and textures on her tongue before swallowing. How many men had contributed to each serving? she wondered. And was this what they were drinking from the goblets? That she doubted.

Christine sniffed her elixir. Her nose crinkled up. Pam covered her mouth when she giggled at her, so she wouldn't see. Christine took a deep breath, raised the glass, and swallowed it quickly. She covered her mouth with her hand while she made an awful face, like she had eaten Japanese food for the first time.

"Oh my god," Christine choked.

"Why are you here?" Pam said.

Christine shrugged. She wiped her mouth. "My sister joined. She said I should join."

"What's your sister like?"

"She's kind of wild. Not like me."

"Why did she think you should join?"

"She thought I should loosen up."

Pam lit one of the joints. Her first hit told it was very potent stuff. They didn't skimp on the party favors. Where did they get the money for this stuff? A loyal, and probably rich, membership, of course.

"Try this. It'll help you relax." Pam handed the joint to Christine. She handled it awkwardly, clearly without benefit of experience, inhaled a small puff, and coughed in a fit. The girl reminded Pam of herself when she was younger.

"I guess it's too late to back out now, isn't it?"

"I think so," Pam said, nodding. As Christine attempted another hit on the joint, Pam knew the girl would regret her decision when this adventure was over.

Pam glanced down at the other girls. It didn't take long for them to fall under the effects of the drugs they had pumped into their systems. Pam felt the effects of the weed immediately. She was concerned about Beverly. With all the junk she had lined up in front of her, she was in risk of an overdose. These people certainly didn't want to be responsible for someone's death, did they?




The Hazing Ch. 03



Julianna returned, still wearing her pleasant hostess smile. With her was a pair of hooded girls. All these people in the dark, hooded cloaks were beginning to give Pam the creeps. It was worse than being in a monastery.

"Ellen? Could you come with me?" Julianna said. Ellen looked around at the other girls. This was unexpected. What could they have in mind for her now?

Ellen got up. Julianna led the way out the door and the two hooded girls closed the door behind them, leaving them to wonder about Ellen's fate.

"What was that all about?" Sylvia said, voicing the other girls thoughts. "Did she get kicked out?"

"I think it's worse than that," Joan said. "I think it's started."

"What do you think they're going to do to her?" Christine said. The nervous fear was barely discernible in her voice.

A variety of thoughts and ideas sped through Pam's mind. A dizzying spectrum of perverse sexual practices suddenly made her wet between her legs. She had been prepared for the eventuality of sex, but it wasn't until that moment, when she knew that it was actually going to happen, that she began to get excited.

"I think she's going to get fucked," Joan said. 



The Hazing Ch. 04



Julianna returned and took one girl after the other. She took Christine ahead of Pam, then came back and got Pam. She guided Pam back through the maze and up some stairs. At the top of the stairs they came to a door, which was guarded by another girl in a hooded cloak. She opened the door and allowed them to pass. The door opened onto a compact room. Along one wall was a row of four curtained compartments, like dressing stalls. In fact, that was what they were. One of the curtains was pushed aside and Sylvia stepped out, wearing a tiny floral print string bikini top bra that just barely covered her nipples, matching garter belt, which held up pale pink stockings, tiny matching crotchless panties, and a brown leather collar around her neck. She saw Pam and Julianna and did a twirl with her arms over her head like a ballerina.

"How do I look?" Her plump tits jiggled in the snug restraint of the bra. Her nipples were erect points through the thin fabric.

"Wonderful," Julianna said. Pam had to agree. It was hard to believe a girl who looked that sexy had been dressed in such a dull, conservative suit. "If you'll give me a few moments to show Pam where to go, I'll be back to lead you to the next phase."

"Ok," Sylvia said cheerfully. She seemed excited at the prospect of getting dressed up in such a lewd way to have sex with men she had not met yet.

Julianna took Pam to the last stall in the row.

"This will be your changing room. This outfit has been chosen for you to wear," Julianna said. "It is required before we can proceed."

"Ok." Pam went in. Julianna pulled the curtain closed. Pam surveyed the stall. Outside, she could hear Julianna talking with Sylvia. The door opened, their voices faded, and the door closed. Her outfit hung on a hanger on one wall. Along the opposite wall was a bench. The back wall supported a large mirror.

Pam studied the mirror. She could not make out anything definite, but she would not put it past these people to be observing her at that moment. However, Pam decided that under the circumstances she could accept such a thing, and began to undress.

There was a soft knock on the wall and she heard Christine's quiet voice.

"Pam?" she said. Pam stopped, wearing only her bra and panties. She opened the curtain. Christine was waiting outside, expectantly, half dressed in a lacy, white outfit that could have tempted a priest to abandon his faith for a single chance to get his hands on her. She had put on the tiny, lacy bra and panties and skimpy garter belt and stocking, but was holding a bustier around her waist.

"Could you help me with this?" she asked innocently.

"Sure," Pam said. "Turn around." As Christine turned her back to her, Pam glanced at the mirror out of the corner of her eye. There was still no evidence that it was a two way mirror, but she was certain someone was there watching them. Christine had obviously not considered this possibility.

Christine held her hair up out of the way and Pam zipped up the back of the bustier. Christine had to suck in her breath as it got tight. She let her hair fall back and turned around, running her hands over her slender, compressed sides.

"I've never worn anything like this. It feels so sexy." She adjusted her tits in the tight bra. The tiny patches of lacy white material were barely big enough to cover her hard nipples. She held up a brown leather collar. "What do I do with this?"

Pam examined it more closely. The leather was old and worn and stained, like an old, comfortable saddle. How many women like herself and Christine had worn these collars in the past? On the back, near the clasp that held it on the wearer, was a brass ring, securely fastened to the leather. Pam could only imagine what the was for. A leash, maybe? Whatever it was, it foretold of interesting events to come.

"It goes around your neck," Pam said.

"A collar? What are they going to do, walk me?"

"Probably."

"Did they give one to you?"

Pam inspected the items on her hanger. An identical collar was among them. "Yeah."

"Are you going to wear yours?"

"I suppose I have to."

Christine looked disappointed. "Yeah. I guess so." She slipped it around her neck and affixed the clasp. Her outfit was complete, and it was all in white, from the spike heeled shoes, the sheer, white stockings and lacy garter belt, the snug bustier, to the tiny panties and tight, lacy, strapless pushup bra. She sighed.

"Are you still scared?" Pam said quietly, in case anyone was listening as well as watching.

Christine nodded. "I've never done anything like this."

"Neither have I," Pam said reassuringly, even though it was probably a lie.

"No. I mean ..." Her voice grew very quiet, to a whisper. "I'm a virgin."

The shock of surprise almost made Pam fall down. She had to close her mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Pam asked, and realized she had asked that question once before.

"What are they going to do when they find out?" Christine asked nervously.

Pam's expression changed to a grin. "They're going to love you. You'll probably be their favorite." Christine looked hurt and Pam immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry," she said. Christine looked away. "I know how scared you are."

"What's going to happen when they find out?" She folded her arms across her front. "Are they going to kick me out?"

"I doubt that." Christine looked back at her, but Pam couldn't read her expression. Was it anger, or confusion?

The door opened and Julianna entered with Beverly in tow. Christine and Pam looked at her, then back at each other. Pam saw a look in Christine's eyes that made her feel that she had her trust, and that her new friend was going to be ok.

"You look marvelous," Julianna said, admiring Christine. "If you're ready, we can go."

"I'm ready," Christine said.

Pam heard a very slight tremor in her voice and hoped the others didn't hear it. Julianna showed Beverly into one of the vacant stalls and took Christine's hand to lead her out. Pam turned back to her stall. In the mirror, she saw Christine stop Julianna by the open door and lean close to her ear and whisper something. Pam turned around to look at them. Julianna nodded and said something to her. Christine looked back at Pam. She was blushing, but she was smiling. The door closed and she was gone to the next step of the initiation. Somehow, Pam felt very close to Christine.

She was still holding the collar, so she put it on first. She removed her bra and panties and set them neatly with her skirt and blouse. Undoubtedly, she would wear these clothes again when she was finally allowed to leave, so she thought it best not to get them dirty or wrinkled.

The hanger did not hold much else. She slipped on the spaghetti strapped leather bra and adjusted the tiny, snug pieces of black leather into place around her tits. It pushed her flesh up and made it look more copious than it actually was. The leather panties consisted of a tiny piece of leather in the front that hardly covered her bush, and two spaghetti straps that came up over her ass like a jock strap, leaving her entire crotch exposed.

She was also given a snug, small, leather bustier that laced across her front. She laced it as tight as she could on her own, but not so tight she wouldn't be able to breathe. It was not as big as Christine's, and left a great deal more flesh exposed. For her feet, she was given thigh high leather boots instead of stockings and a garter belt.

She zipped up the boots and looked at herself in the mirror. Christine was right. The outfit did feel sexy. Maybe it was a combination of the outfit and the anticipation of what was to follow now that they had drank the sperm, intoxicated themselves with powerful drugs and dressed for the occasion. Whatever was going to happen next, it was going to be interesting.

Julianna came in and went right to Pam's stall. Pam could see her in the mirror standing behind her with her hands clasped behind her like a soldier at parade rest.

"You look great," Julianna said, smiling.

"Thanks. You look hot, too."

"You're kind to say so. Come with me and we can get started." She held her hand out like she was helping up a little girl who had fallen off a swing. Pam put her hand in Julianna's, feeling a little silly about being led around like this, and let herself be led out of the room and down the hall. Her excitement had made her terrifically wet. Without the benefit of cloth panties on her crotch to soak it up, her juices were running down the insides of her thighs. It had been a long time since she was this excited at the prospect of being sexually violated. The anticipation alone was going to make her orgasm.

The room they entered was the most bizarre yet. The hallway that led to it darkened, like they were entering a cave. It did nothing to make Pam feel at ease. The hooded guards at the double doors were two of the huge guys she had seen earlier that night behind the table. They swung the doors open as Julianna approached. Pam was instantly assailed with the smell of more marijuana, and it was much more powerful than she had experienced in the other room. The air was thick with the smoke, like a heavy fog. The breeze from the doors created a swirling pattern she could see in the dim light from the hallway. The light did not penetrate deeply into the dark room. Julianna took Pam in.

The second thing that assailed her from the room was the music. The particular song she recognized, a cut from the first Black Sabbath album. The volume was not unbearably loud, but loud enough to make casual conversation difficult.

There was a long, curved table along one wall. Many people in hooded cloaks were seated around it. Pam could just make this much out in the darkness. She knew there were many of them because of the glowing coals on the ends of their joints. In front of it, inside the semi-circular table, was a smaller table. Its purpose was not immediately obvious.

Pam was handed over to a pair of muscular men, and Julianna departed into the shroud of darkness. The men held her arms gently, but she could tell by their grip that they were not weak men. They took her to a stool in the center of the room, where a bright light shined straight down from the ceiling, and turned her to face the table. Someone approached her out of the darkness, a girl, about her height. With her was another girl, who was holding a variety of objects Pam could not see clearly.

"Hold your wrists up," the girl said above the noise of the music. She had a soft, lyrical quality to her voice. Pam recognized the voice. This girl must be someone she had spoken with the week before during rush week. Unfortunately, she could not recall the girl's face.

Pam held her wrists up and the girls strapped wide leather cuffs around them, securing them tightly. Pam flexed her fingers. The leather straps felt like handcuffs. Small, brass rings were attached to the cuffs, just like the ring on the collar.

"Now your ankles," the girl said. The muscular guys pulled Pam back and sat her on the stool. The surface of the stool was cold against her bare ass. The girl stooped down in front of Pam. The guys held her arms and hands to keep her steady while Pam held up first one ankle, then the other. The girl strapped leather cuffs around them just like the ones around her wrists. The cuffs would obviously make it difficult to remove the boots.

"Put your arms behind your back," the girl said, and moved out of Pam's vision. Pam complied with her request, holding her wrists together behind her back. After a moment, she felt a pair of hands doing something to the cuffs. She had an idea what was happening, and her suspicion was confirmed when a quick jerk locked her wrists together tightly. She heard a soft cry of surprise escape past her lips despite her efforts to keep herself under control.

What happened next was something she hadn't expected. The girl moved Pam's hair aside, looped the straps that bound her wrists together through the ring on the collar, and gently, slowly, drew her wrists up between her shoulder blades, just to the point where it began to be painful, and tied it off.

Pam groaned, and her teeth gritted together. Her chest was thrust out and she was unable to move her arms or hands at all. She was trapped half nude in a room full of horny men. The thought of them doing it to her made her whimper and rock her hips like a cat in heat. She was ready to cum before they even touched her.

The girls came around and held their hands out, motioning for Pam to stand. The guys helped her to her feet, even though she could have done it on her own. The girls stood silently in front of her while the guys gently forced her down to her knees. Pam waited anxiously for what they might do next. Were they going to rape her right there? Would she have to endure a barrage from all these guys at once? In a way, she kind of hoped they would do it to her like that. There was a time in high school when she would have done anything to make it with the whole football team at once.

But they weren't going to do that. Both girls kneeled down with Pam. The one who seemed to be the assistant appeared to be holding some sort of case, like a briefcase. The first girl popped open the snaps and lifted the lid. The case was full of makeup, but very little that she was familiar with. Most of it was big sticks and jars of bright colors, like the stuff a clown might use.

The girl took our one of the paint sticks. Pam tried to see her face under the hood, but could see nothing in the shadow. The smoke from the weed had made her dizzy, extremely stoned, and she had to consciously blink when her eyes dried out.

The girl smeared the paint on Pam's face in strange patterns. Pam couldn't figure out what she was doing. Was this a part of the humiliation? The girl switched to a different color. Pam felt very weird.

Finally, she finished and took a moment to survey her work. The assistant had disposed of the case and proffered a hand mirror. The first girl held up the mirror so Pam could see the results. Pam's eyes grew wide. Her cheeks, forehead, and the bridge of her nose were painted with red, yellow and white stripes, like war paint. At first she was horrified, but her reaction quickly changed. The war paint gave her a sinister, sexy look, very much like the way Adam Ant looked. Pam actually smiled as she turned her face to examine the effect in the mirror.

The girls got up and disappeared again. One of the guys gently laid his hand on her shoulder in case she thought she was supposed to get up as well.

"Open your mouth," the girl commanded from over Pam's right shoulder. Pam swallowed and opened her mouth. "Wider." Pam stretched her jaw wider. She didn't clearly see the object that went into her mouth, but it looked like a large, red ball made of hard plastic. The gag wedged her jaw open and was strapped behind her head. Pam wanted to scream, but the gag prevented her from getting a sound out. All she heard was a weak, choked squeal from her throat.

The guys pulled her to her feet and sat her on the stool again. The soft voiced girl appeared with a length of leather rope. She knelt at Pam's feet and looped either end of the narrow leather strip through the rings on the ankle cuffs. With one quick, hard tug, her ankles were locked together. She wrapped the strip a couple of times around both ankles, and tied it tight.

Pam looked around uncertainly at the people surrounding her. She could see one or two of them whispering something to each other, but the music made it impossible for her to hear. She squirmed on the seat, hanging on the verge of an orgasm. She was nervous about letting herself go. A climax would feel so good, and it would not take much more from these people to send her off.

Pam was completely helpless and almost shivering with fear and anticipation. The two girls stood back and the two muscular guys picked her up and carried her to the small table, which they laid her across, face down. The surface was cold and hard, like the seat of the stool. With no way to support herself with her arms, her cheek and tits were pressed flat against the table.

"Relax," said the girl with the distinctly soft voice. Pam felt her warm hand on her ass cheek. Pam was relaxed, but curious about what they were doing. They had her ass up, so this might be where they were going to fuck her. Would all of these guys line up to give it to her one after the other? It might be a little difficult with her ankles tied together, but she would do her best.

The gentle hand on her ass spread her cheeks apart. Pam prepared herself to get fucked in the ass, which was fine with her. Her hips churned. She would probably cum as soon as she felt a dick pushing into her.

Something cold and slippery touched her asshole. At first she thought it was a greased up cock and relaxed to let it enter her. She quickly realized, however, that the object was much too cold to be a man's cock, and much too large to be forced into her rectum. She screamed, vainly, since the gag muffled her voice, and thrashed, tightening her asshole to force it out. The icy cold steel rod had already made its way into her body and was pushing deeper. As the pain increased, she tried to beg the girl to take it out, but the gag prevented her, even stifling her sobs. A few tears fell from her eyes to the highly polished table top. The pain increased until it was all the way inside her. She tried to force her legs apart as wide as she could, despite the restraint of the cuffs around her ankles. Nothing she did could alleviate the pain.

A hand was twisting the steel rod inside her. It was numbing cold, like it had been left overnight in a freezer. She heard the soft click of a switch and felt a strange buzzing in her asshole. It took her a few moments to realize it was a faint electrical current from the steel pole that was tickling her insides. The current shot right through her clitoris to her brain with the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt. She came instantly, screaming behind the gag and thrashing on the table against her restraints. One of the girls kept her hand on Pam's bare back to keep her from throwing herself off the table.

When Pam finally calmed down, the girl motioned to the guys, who approached and flipped Pam gently onto her back. Pam was delirious from the incredible orgasm. The current continued to tickle her deep inside her body. A hand reached inside her panties and she winced, feeling a hot flash of desire rush through her body. Warm fingers smeared grease between the lips of her cunt. The girl spread her legs, exposing her wet cunt.

Pam raised her head to see what was happening to her. The guys were holding her knees apart. The soft voiced girl turned away to her assistant, and turned back to Pam. Pam's eyes grew wide again. In the girl's hands was a long, thick, bumpy plastic penis, big enough to dwarf Stacy's. The girl lowered it between Pam's thighs. Pam dropped her head to the table and screamed as the dildo disappeared into her pussy. She feared the huge thing was going to rip her open. It, too, was ice cold.

Holding it firmly inside Pam's tight cunt, the girl flicked another switch, and the new object began vibrating madly. Pam screamed once more as her body orgasmed violently, then she passed out and was still.

The girl looked at Pam, then looked at the other guys. One of them shrugged. The girl shrugged. The people sitting around the table were watching. Most of them pulled off their hoods. They began to talk to each other in hushed murmurs. One of the men quickly moved around the table to Pam and checked her pulse.

"She's ok," he said. "Just sleeping." He went casually back to his seat and the girl motioned to one of the big guys in the corner. As he stepped forward, the girl's assistant moved up behind Pam's head and tied a blindfold over her eyes.




The Hazing Ch. 04



"Take her to the fourth room," the soft voiced girl told the big guy. "Be gentle with her." The hood moved as he nodded silently. She stood back. He lifted Pam and hoisted her over his shoulders like she was nothing more than a sack of old clothes he was taking home to his parents to be washed. He carried her out a back door.

The double doors opened and Julianna led in Beverly, wearing a skin tight, red satin jump suit with cutaways in all the important places.

An orgasm roused Pam out of her sleep, waking her from an interesting dream in which she was screwing three men with cocks bigger and harder than she ever could have imagined, one dick in her mouth, one in her cunt and one in her asshole. They were not just men, but robots, cold skinned machines with cocks that never quit working, no matter how hard or how often she came.

She tried not to pay attention to the fact that she couldn't figure out what bed she was in or why she was in such an uncomfortable position, at least not until the orgasm ended. Memories of what had happened to her brought her back to reality with a shock, cutting off her orgasm just at the peak, the very best part. Her eyes snapped open so she could get her bearings, but the world was still dark. It took her forever to realize she was blindfolded. The uncertainty made her feel more frightened than excited. She began to fear that she had sunk herself into danger, unable to move or see to protect herself.

The bed was comfortably soft and warm. Her head was on the mattress, and a pillow was stuffed under her belly to raise her hips up. Her arms were still tied uncomfortably behind her back and her ankles were still bound tightly together. She tried to roll over and felt a sharp pain in her ass. The huge dildos were still buzzing inside her, although they weren't as cold as she remembered them being. They did, however, make her feel stretched open.

In the next room down the hallway, Christine's moans echoed through the thick door. Julianna was coming down the hallway and stopped to listen. Christine was gagged, but that didn't stop her moans. Julianna smiled, pleased that Christine was so obviously enjoying herself. She was their first virgin to pledge in over twenty years.

She continued to the next room, where she opened a spy hole in the door to see how Pam was doing. She was moving, so it was obvious she was awake. Julianna closed the spyhole and moved off, planning to send someone in to Pam's room to remove the dildos and make her ready for the first assault.



The Hazing Ch. 05



Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread apart. They weren't so tight they cut into her skin, but they were tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her wrists to the posts of the bed and locked what felt like a bar between her ankles, which kept her legs spread wide.

Julianna seemed compassionate when she told her of her concern because she was a virgin, and that made her feel relieved, but at that moment she wasn't sure what that meant. Someone had their head between her legs and was licking her pussy, driving her out of her mind. If she had known that people did things that felt this good when they had sex, she would have given up her virginity long ago.

The guy, she figured it was a guy because his rough whiskers brushed the inside of her thigh, kept licking a particular spot in her pussy that sent shock waves shooting through her like intense jolts of electricity that fed right to the pleasure center of her brain.

Out of simple curiosity, Christine had researched the female orgasm, but all of it was so clinical. Nothing she read ever gave her the idea that any of it would feel so good. She had even tried many times to give herself an orgasm using all the techniques she had read, all without success.

The waves that shook her body doubled their intensity and continued to grow. Her moans grew louder, despite the gag in her mouth, her thrashing grew wilder, despite the ropes that held her down, and suddenly she was experiencing her first orgasm. It washed through her body like a violent flood of water, crashing over her again and again. It was a very liberating experience.

She lay writhing in the glow of the orgasm. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The gag only restricted her breathing.

The mouth had left her crotch. She could feel the cool air on her wet private parts. It was an unusual sensation. The bed was rocking and shifting as the guy moved between her bent legs. She felt his hands around her thighs and felt his muscular body squeezing through the hole made by her legs and the bar.

Christine caught his musky scent again wafting up to her nose. She had first smelled it when he approached the bed, a strong, musky man smell. She could distinguish it from her own smell, an odor she had become familiar with on her fingers from her futile attempts at masturbation. He must have done something right, she thought, because she could smell it in the air. It had never been that strong before.

She knew what was going to happen to her. She wondered if she was really ready for it, like she had convinced herself to believe she was for so many years. Only now, as the moment approached, she couldn't remember why she thought she had to wait for the right man, or that it was such a special event that her virginity had to be treasured instead of enjoyed.

Suddenly it touched her and she gasped. She immediately knew what the warm object was laying across her pubic mound and her flat belly. She only wished she could see it and touch it. A man's penis was still a mystery to her. The sex manuals did little to inform her of how it looked or what it did. She knew in great depth how they worked, but was at a total loss as to how it felt when erect. And now, here she was with one so close to her, and she was not allowed to examine it.

The guy's hands came up her sides and went over her tits. Christine squirmed. She was anxious to feel him put his penis inside her. His hands felt good on her body and he was driving her wild.

His fingers peeled off the flimsy lace bra. Christine sighed. Her hips were churning. The bar had her legs locked around him like a boa constrictor. His thumbs rubbed her tingling nipples, sending more jolts through her slender body. She squirmed more.

His hands left her chest. She felt them again on her pussy, spreading her labia. She knew this was it, the moment she had waited for all her life, since the day she had witnessed her sister performing the same act with her boyfriend when they were both just kids. All her longing and desire passed in a moment when she felt the head of the stranger's penis pushing past her wet lips. She felt such excitement swelling up inside her she wanted to scream.

Then, without warning, she felt a sharp pain from inside her and did scream. Immediately, she was filled with fear that he had done some sort of damage to her delicate insides, yet he kept pushing it inside her. The pain increased. Was he crazy? He was going to kill her. She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced, biting into the red plastic ball stuffed into her mouth. A tear from the corner of her eye soaked into the black fabric of the blindfold. She turned her head to try to get away from the onslaught, but it was no use. The penis she had desired for so long just kept coming, pushing harder and harder.

It seemed to be caught up on something, like it had gone as deep as it could. He pushed even harder. Christine screamed again. She tried to get him to stop, but could do nothing. Finally, the resistance gave way and he sunk into her deeper than she thought anything could ever go.

Christine had been concentrating on the horror of her situation so much that she failed to notice the pain gradually fading away. She stopped being so caught up in her plight and concentrated on the changing sensations in her groin. The pain was gone completely. In it's place was a new feeling of being filled, combined with the strange sensation created by the friction of the shaft sliding in and out of her body. It finally occurred to her that she was being fucked, and she liked it.

His hands held her hips while he plunged his cock in and out of her. Christine groaned between soft sobs. It really did feel good, just like her sister had told her right after she had done it that first time in her bedroom when she was fourteen and Christine, two years younger, had watched. Christine wished she had accepted then when her sister had offered her the chance with her boyfriend to see what it was really like. Now, five years later, with a real man's penis sliding in and out of her tight hole, she felt truly independent. Her sister was going to be proud of her.

Pam sensed someone in the room with her. She turned her head to try to pick up the sounds. The swishing sound of those long cloaks told her that someone was definitely with her. She tried to say something, but all that came out was a muffled, incoherent grunt.

A hand lightly touched Pam's leg. The person made no sound. Was it a woman's hand, or a man's? The hand moved up the back of her thigh to the dildo in her asshole. She felt the hand moving it slightly. With a soft click, the buzzing stopped. The hand pulled the long, steel dildo out, much to Pam's relief. She let out a deep sigh when it finally fell out of her. Her back hole was so loose by then she could probably take that entire football team in that hole at once.

The hands rolled Pam onto her back and spread her knees. She would be glad to be rid of that huge, bumpy thing in her cunt. She was worried it had stretched her open so badly she would never again be as tight as she was. She grinned to herself, thinking that Ethan would be the first to notice.

The hands touched the second dildo, turned it off, and pulled it out. Pam groaned. She was tired of orgasms. Enough of them had racked her body in the past few hours to satisfy her for a good week, at least.

Pam moved her hips. Her insides no longer felt cramped out of the way for those things. Life would be good if she no longer had to endure those things again. Life would be better if she could feel a real cock inside her, a warm one, with warm cum to pump into her.

The hands rolled Pam onto her belly again. Pam sniffed the air and smelled a light perfume. Definitely a woman's gentle caresses on her sore asshole. The fingers were covered with grease. She was smearing it on both of her holes. Finally, the waiting was over. It was going to happen.

Then the hands were gone, and the girl was gone. Pam was alone again, bent over a small pile of pillows, her ass propped up in the air. She sighed. Her jaw was sore. Her arms and legs were sore. Her asshole and her cunt were sore. This ordeal was going to cost her more than she had bargained.

A warm hand on her ass startled her. The bed was moving. Someone was getting on it with her. A pair of big, strong hands squeezed her ass. Pam moaned, waiting eagerly to feel this man's cock between the lips of her cunt. She felt him put his knees down on the mattress outside her legs because they wouldn't spread apart. He stuck his fingers in her pussy and parted her lips. Pam responded with another moan, like she was in heat. She couldn't believe she was trembling like a school girl about to do it for the first time in the back of her boyfriend's car.

She was so turned on she flinched when she felt the head of his cock touch her open vagina. She heard a snicker from him and knew she was being silly. He put both of his hands around her slender hips and easily sunk his cock into her.

Pam sighed. It was warm and hard and felt so good. His pubic hair brushed against her soft, tender ass. His hands squeezed her tight against his hot groin. He was pumping hard and fast. She heard him groan, like Ethan frequently did when he was fucking her and she was relieved, because that told her she was just as tight as ever. She relaxed completely and let herself enjoy the refreshing feel of a real, warm, hard cock.

He was grunting hard and she was grunting with him. His hands moved up her chest and he squeezed her tits. His fingers worked deftly under the tiny patches of leather and pinched her nipples.

Pam loved this man. She didn't care who he was or where he came from, she would marry him in an instant. She didn't even care if he had a funny last name or an ugly face. The simple fact that he could produce in her such an elated sense of bliss was good enough for her.

Abruptly, he flooded her insides with a bath of sperm, squeezed her ass one final time, and climbed off the bed. Before she could even catch her breath, another guy climbed over her and stuffed his cock in. Pam moaned, pushing her hips up eagerly for more. That exquisitely blissful feeling returned and she decided she would happily marry him, instead.

This guy was much faster than the first guy, like he was in a hurry to get somewhere and didn't have time to spend on intimacy, so a fast, fleeting screw would have to suffice.

It still felt good. Her head tossed side to side and she squealed madly. True to form, the guy came inside her in a hurry, adding to the supply of cum left behind by the first guy. He pulled out and was gone. Pam could feel all the fresh cum dribbling out of her cunt. Some of it was splattered on her ass and thighs.

To her delight, she didn't have to wait long for the next guy to join her. This was turning out to be the lineup of men with erections she had imagined when she saw them all in one room. This guy massaged her ass tenderly. She was still sore back there. The attention felt good, as did the warmth of the cum. She needed it to help her get rid of the last bits of the cold sensation left over from those artificial cocks. She took a deep breath and sighed. A shiver ran down her back. The guy spread her ass cheeks apart and touched the head of his cock to her rectum. Pam tried to relax as much as she could to make it easy for him, but found that she was already loose enough to take an elephant when he slid into her without resistance.


He laid his full weight on top of her and only used his hips to move his cock. He was a huge guy. He was smothering her, like he was going to crush her flat into the mattress. He must have been one of those giants she had seen. She didn't know if the college they went to had a football team, but if they did, she would have bet he was on it.

She could hear his heavy breathing over her left shoulder. From the way the bed moved, she could tell he had his arms on either side of her to hold himself up. She could feel his long legs outside her bounds legs like an encasement. He had a cock to fit his size, big and thick. He pushed it deep, held it there while he twisted his hips, then drew them back and repeated the technique.

She could hardly breathe beneath him. He smelled of perspiration and a cologne that teased her senses. It seemed distinctly familiar to her. Then she realized she had been smelling it the whole time she had been there whenever there were men around, but it wasn't until she was this close to one of them that she was able to distinguish it clearly. The fragrance had some sort of strange intoxicating effect on her, not physically, like the drugs they had taken, but sexually. It must have been an aphrodisiac, except that those were supposed to be a myth, weren't they?

Regardless, this stuff was certainly having an effect on her. It had her more turned on and desirous of sex than she had ever known herself to be, and she had been told by many people that she was sexually insatiable and a nymphomaniac.

She could feel the hair on his chest where he pressed her folded arms into her back. He was not all fat, but hard muscle under a soft layer. He must have weighed over three hundred pounds.

His motion was exactly opposite of the guy before him. He behaved as if he had all the time in the world and was going to use it. When he had his cock all the way inside her, He moved his pelvis slower than a road crew on a hot day, like they were a pair of mating turtles. She could imagine how funny they must have looked. She giggled at the image in her head, and the sound that came from her throat, distorted by the gag, was more like a moan than a laugh.

She wouldn't mind too much if this guy did it to her the rest of the night. The position they were in would be impossible, of course, since he would probably suffocate her before much longer, but he had a way with his body that she enjoyed, much the same way Ethan used his body. Could it be thing with athletes, that they knew how to use their bodies differently? If it was, she liked it.

She would, however, like to see how it was if she was on top of a man this size, especially if he had a cock the size of Stacy's. Another image appeared in her mind, of herself on her knees, straddling this giant man, moving slowly up and down on his big cock, just the way he liked it. She saw herself as a little girl compared to him. It turned her on even more and she wiggled her hips.

She must have got his attention, because he came. The throbbing cock in her channel excited her. The warm, squishy sensation of his cum in her bowels calmed her and soothed her like a hot bath, draining the tension from her back and arms. She became completely limp under him.

His weight lifted from her and she automatically sucked in fresh air. His penis came out of her their mating was over. She felt a few drops of fresh, warm sperm land on her bare ass. The perspiration that had gathered where their skin touched quickly evaporated, cooling her hot skin. The perspiration on the other side of her body was soaking the sheet where she lay. She was sure the cum that leaked from her tender holes would soak into the pillows that supported her pelvis. If she were doing this in her bedroom at home, her Mom would be pissed at her when she had to wash the sheets and pillowcases. A smell this strong would be hard to eliminate.

Pam wiggled her ass in eager anticipation of the next guy. Whoever it was, she would surely be happy to marry him, if he would have it. Any of them so far would do quite well for a husband, as long as they fucked her all the time. The next guy climbed up with his hand on her ass and Pam realized with a shock that all those people had been right after. She was a nymphomaniac. Her lust was insatiable. She had to have sex, and she had to have it all the time. His cock slipped neatly into her wet cunt. Pam was terribly confused. She didn't know what to think of herself anymore.

The parade continued across her bed. One man after another climbed on top of her, and endless stream of manhood, and inserted their penises either into her vagina or her rectum, each reaming her until they pumped their seed into her, then making way for the next man to do the same. Soon, she was sloppy and overflowing with the white liquid. She lost count of the numbed of men and, after a while, could no longer distinguish between them. Most were gentle, some were rough. In her position, she could nothing to prevent them from doing with her what they wished. Some were bigger than others, but all of them had cum with which to fill her.

She felt more and more like an object they were using to stuff their dicks into, a soft, warm, place where they could get their rocks off. She had not anticipated this feeling of degradation, of hopeless enslavement. She had assumed that no matter what they did to her, she would enjoy all of it, but that was not the case.

The worst part was that she no longer felt any stimulation. The closest she had been to an orgasm was the fourth or fifth guy, but it never happened and the opportunity grew more and more distant with each man who serviced her. Her anger and confusion turned to sadness and depression. The emotionless fucking did not stop. Her sobs and tears were completely contained by the blindfold and gag.

Christine squirmed, moaning deeply and biting into the gag. Someone was wiping her pussy with a warm, wet washcloth and the stimulus against her burning flash made her more anxious for sexual contact than ever. She felt more excited than she had ever felt before. Her body was on fire, and the burning spread from her groin to the tips of her fingers.

A new orgasm was building inside her, but, to her disappointment, the hand and the wet washcloth went away, leaving her hanging desperately on the edge of such a pleasurable event. Then she felt the hands on her torso around her waist, just below her ribcage. The person was undressing her, removing her bustier, then her panties, leaving her dressed only in the tiny bra and the garter belt and stockings, with the bar between her ankles. This confused her. Why had they made her put it all on if they were only going to take it off? And were they going to make her put it back on?

The hands removed the gag. Christine spit it out, grateful to get it out of her mouth. Her jaw was sore like she had been getting dental work for hours. She flexed it slowly to work out the soreness. She jerked her head back when she felt a narrow tube inserted into her mouth. What the hell was that?

"Drink," a soft, girl's voice said.



The Hazing Ch. 06



Tentatively, Christine closed her lips around the straw and sucked, wary that she was about to receive a mouthful of sperm. Instead, cool, delicious, fresh water flowed into her mouth. She drank it graciously. Her mouth was terribly dry. The last thing she had drank was the sperm cocktail, which was not exactly thirst quenching. The water refreshed her and filled her stomach. She realized was growing quite hungry.

The girl's hands lifted Christine's head and untied the blindfold, pulled it away, and Christine squinted in the light. The pale, blurry image moving around the bed she assumed to be the girl, but she didn't appear to be wearing one of those hooded cloaks. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the light, a dim, indirect light from a corner of the room. She blinked a few times before she could see the girl clearly. She was quite pretty, and was wearing only a tiny, white bikini. She had a delightful figure. She set the empty water bottle on a table with the blindfold. Smiling like a mother tending to her ill child, the girl felt Christine's forehead.

"Do you feel ok?" she asked.

"Yes," Christine said, nodding. She took a deep breath. She hoped the girl was going to untie her, as well.

She carefully wiped Christine's face with a clean washcloth, staying away from the stripes painted on her face, which Christine had forgotten about.

"You're very lucky. When Julianna found out you were a virgin there was a sudden change of plans." She wiped Christine's chest and belly. The moistness felt good when it evaporated and cooled her skin. "You should have seen what they had in mind for you."

Christine looked up into her eyes. "What?"

The girl smiled mischievously. "Well, you would have had a different idea about the next salad you ate."

She put the washcloths in a bowl of water and left the room without another word, leaving Christine on her own.

Christine sighed. What was she in for next? What did she mean by that thing about the salad? Losing her virginity had been the most frightening and exciting thing to ever happen to her. She was squirming with excitement at the prospect of doing it again.

She heard a click and looked at the other door. It swung open slowly and a man stood in the doorway outlined in the light from the hall. Christine breathed in deep as he casually strolled in, closed the door and looked around the room. Christine whimpered and squirmed slowly on the sheets, pulling against the leather ropes that held her arms secured to the posts of the bed. He was a very handsome man, and she knew what he was going to do to her.

The man pulled his tie loose and tossed it on the chair, then removed his jacket and laid it over the back of the chair.

"You're very beautiful," he said, his dark eyes gazing into her's. "Your name's Christine, right?"

Christine smiled slightly, nervously. She found she could not tear her eyes away from his face. He was an older man, with graying hair and a few wrinkles in his skin. His voice was very deep and masculine, his jaw strong. He looked like a professor, or one of the school administrators. She had only been at the school a few months, so she did not know many of the people who worked there.

His eyes followed the slender outline of her body, from her perfectly carved calves and lithe thighs, to her narrow waist, to her swollen chest and her gorgeous face. Christine saw him staring at her crotch and wished she could close her legs. She felt so naked in front of him. She had on only the tiny bra that she wished she didn't have to wear. It was much too small. She felt like she was naked in front of her father.

She tensed with fear as he approached the bed, trying desperately to back away from him like a small, cornered animal. In all her seventeen years, Christine couldn't remember ever feeling so scared, or so turned on. She shivered with fear, and yet, she was strangely warm all over.

She saw his penis bulging in his pants. She trembled as she watched him remove his shirt, wondering how his hands would feel on her thighs, or how he would touch her tits. Christine was amazed. He was older than her own father, yet he had a body like a man half his age, except with a few more wrinkles.

His pants dropped to the floor and his erection jumped out. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. Her first sight of a real man's erect penis was a real shock. It looked just like the one she remembered her sister's boyfriend had, except that it was much bigger and much more beautiful. She always believed she would be disgusted by them. Her own reaction was a surprise to her.

"I cum like crazy," he whispered, as he stroked the object. "You'll like that."

He touched Christine's knee and she cringed. She could feel herself trembling in his hand, which moved up the inside of her thigh. His hands felt good on her thighs. She took a deep breath like she might cry. Her breasts swelled in the tight bra, threatening to burst it open.

His hand found her cunt warm and wet. Christine whimpered, still unfamiliar with being touched there. His gentle fingers explored her soft pussy lips and glided into her hole with slippery ease. She moaned and spread her legs as wide as the bar would allow.

She stared curiously at this man's cock. She wanted him to use it on her. She needed to feel the warmth of a long, hard dick inside her and to feel the weight of his body on top of hers. She wanted to hold it, to feel it glide into her hand, to love it and caress it and feel it stroking in and out of her mouth, to finally find out if what her sister had told her about sucking a guy was true.

"Suck me," he whispered to her. He held the head of his penis near her lips.

"Oh my God," Christine moaned, unable to tear her eyes from the object. She was breathing heavily. Her body was consumed by fear and lust and she was terribly confused. The cock danced inches from her mouth and she wanted it so badly. She leaned forward, straining her neck, and kissed the head.

"Yes," the man sighed. He pushed it closer to her face.

Christine felt encouraged by his reaction to such a simple act. Instinctively, she knew what to do next. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and let the head pass between her lips onto her tongue. She licked it as it came in. She remembered her sister's lecture about how her boyfriend hated it when she touched his cock with her teeth, so Christine was extra careful to keep her's from this stranger's beautiful tool. It fit firmly in her mouth and she closed her lips around it to let him fuck her with it. Very quickly, she learned how right her sister was. She loved the feel of a hard penis sliding between her lips and feeling a man's heavy balls loaded with the cum she wanted so badly bouncing against her chin. She sucked in her cheeks to entice it deeper into her mouth.

Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth around the shaft of his cock, over her lips and cheeks. The man scooped it up with his fingers, put his hand between her legs and spread it around the lips of her cunt. She felt an intense tingling between her legs and squealed. The cock muffled the sound, just like she was still wearing the gag.

"I'm going to fuck you now," the man said, pulling his cock from her mouth. Christine watched with disappointment as it fell away from her mouth before he had cum. She was awfully anxious to know how it tasted and felt on her tongue.

He put his hands on her tits, feeling them through the thin bra. The weak snap gave way and he just pulled it off, letting her breasts lie bare on her chest. He bent over and kissed one. Christine felt a fresh lust surge through her nipple when he sucked it. She looked down at this hairy chested god with his mouth on her shiny, erect nipples. Again, she got that strange feeling that this was her father with his gingers in her pussy and his mouth on her tit.

He climbed onto the bed, looking into her blue eyes and at her open mouth where his cock had just been. She was panting and staring back at him. His own saliva was smeared on his face and his hands were wet with her saliva and the juices from her pussy. It smeared on her skin when he ran his hand up her thigh.

She held her breath, watching him lower his head between her thighs.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. She felt his warm breath on her mound and in her soft pubic hairs. He kissed her. As soon as she felt his lips on her cunt, she screamed and bucked her his up, smearing his face with her juices, frantic for her orgasm. She was so close that he just had to touch her to push her over.

He grabbed her hips. "Slow down. Let me do the work," he said. "We have plenty of time."

Christine was panting and moaning, but he had got her attention. She calmed down enough for him to continue. He lowered his head once more and licked her. Christine steeled herself to keep from thrashing uncontrollably. His touch was so delicate and felt so good. She bit her lower lip hard, moaning and writhing.

His tongue was going to drive her crazy. It found that same spot between her labia that the first guy had found, and when he pushed his tongue inside her, it felt six inches long. She came immediately, but he continued to work on her with his lips and tongue through her screaming convulsions, until it left her drained and limp like a dishrag, panting and weak with her eyes closed.

He lifted her legs high in the air and slipped them down around his shoulders like he was pulling on a flotation device for a dip in the pool. Christine felt like she was locked around him forever, like he was now a part of her body. She really wished then that the girl had released her wrists so she could put them around this man and squeeze him tight.

His penis bobbed up and down, touching the light muff of hair at her crotch. Christine watched as if mesmerized. He probed her pussy with the head until it found the wet opening of her cunt and slipped in neatly.

"Oh God," Christine groaned, rolling here eyes closed. He slowly pushed it deep inside her, holding her breasts as if for support. Her channel clamped tighter and tighter on his cock with every inch that found its way inside her. Christine gasped with every slight movement of his hips and pushed her own hips up, overwhelmed with excitement.

The stranger leaned forward and kissed Christine on her mouth. Christine returned his kiss with her tongue, pushing it into his mouth to find his. When she found it, she licked it.

His penis was deep inside her. She could feel it pushing into her body, deep in her belly. She could also feel his balls pressed against the soft cheeks of her ass. He began rocking her with his hips in a steady, patient motion, fucking her so hard she was sure he'd shoot into her each time she felt herself coming, but he merely slowed to gentle grind, just enough to cool off and keep going.

Christine pumped her hips madly, ready to receive the thick, fresh sperm she had worked for and wanted so badly. The only thing important to her at that moment was getting it from his prick into her cunt. It felt like hours since he had put it inside her. Another orgasm mounted inside her, and when he grunted and his prick finally did jerk and throb inside her, it felt like he was coming for a good five minutes. She moaned and her hips froze when she felt his cum squirting inside her. She screamed and came. When it was over, he lay on top of her with his cock in her, kissing her, until he went soft.

Pam cried silently until she had no more tears to cry. She felt that the whole world had closed in on her. Everything she held sacred about sex, every aspect of the act which gave her pleasure and enjoyment was stolen from her and ripped to shreds.

The man who had his cock in her asshole shot still more cum into her and climbed off. She was so filled with cum she thought it might start coming out her nose. She waited with detached apprehension for the next man to take his place. If this ever ended, she thought, she would get into a hot bath and never get out. She doubted she would ever again feel clean.

After what seemed an inordinately long while, she felt hands on her ankles. She tensed up almost unconsciously. Her genitals were so sore they were practically numb. She wouldn't know this guy was inside her until she felt his body slapping against hers. She was shocked, then, when the hands untied her ankles instead of spreading her ass cheeks to make way for a cock. Pam let her ankles separate, finally. The hands untied the strap that held her arms behind her back. She was so weak and sore she could hardly move her arms. The person helped her, gently placing her arms back to a normal position at her sides. The hands released the gag from her mouth.

Pam was so overcome with the compassion of her rescuer that she began to weep again. She wanted only to curl up in this person's arms. She'd had enough of this. she wanted to go home. Donna was right. This wasn't anything she wanted to do anymore.

Pam started to speak, weakly, but the person's fingers touched her lips and she heard a gentle, familiar voice ask her not to speak. Pam was pleasantly surprised to learn that her savior was a girl, although she didn't know why.

The girl uncovered Pam's eyes and rolled her over. Pam looked up at her with her red, puffy eyes. The girl looking down on her was beautiful. In the room with them was another girl, just as beautiful. They were dressed only in skimpy, white bikinis. The bulky, ugly cloaks were gone. The girls no longer looked menacing, but soft and tender. Pam wanted to kiss these girls and touch their soft bodies, a delightful distraction from the hard, rough bodies of the men who had been pressing down on top of her. Pam never thought she'd be so happy to get away from healthy guys to be with sexy girls.

Pam looked down at her legs. She was covered with dried cum. The overwhelming smell of raw cum filled the room. Her cunt and asshole were raw and tender.

"Can you stand?" a girl asked. It was the soft voiced girl she had encountered earlier, who had tied her hands and painted her face. Pam remembered speaking with her last week, and admiring her blonde hair, but could not remember her name.

"Where are we going?"

"To a bath."

Pam nodded. "I think so." She didn't want them to see how eager she was to get to a bath.

Holding her hands, the girls helped Pam hobble through a doorway into a small, sterile bathroom. She noticed there were no mirrors or pictures on the walls and no curtain in the shower, but she didn't say anything.

The other girl, who had dark brown hair, filled the tub with steaming hot water, while the soft voiced girl undressed Pam. Most of the black leather was covered with dried cum. It was dribbling from her orifices like she had sprung a leak. She removed the panties, the bustier, and the bra. Pam's ass and the backs of her thighs were rubbed red. She flinched when the girl touched her.

"How many men did it to me?" Pam asked. The girls looked at each other.

"We didn't count," the blonde girl said in her childish voice.

"I'm glad I'm done," Pam said. She was sitting on the toilet seat while the girl pulled her boots off. The cum dripping from her cunt and asshole left a puddle beneath her.

The girl stopped pulling the boot and her eyebrows went up, then she went back to work on the boots like nothing had happened.

"I'm afraid you're not done yet," she said."

"There's more?" Pam said incredulously. She nodded. "Oh God," Pam sobbed.



The Hazing Ch. 07



"They tied Sylvia to a rack," the soft voiced girl said, not looking up from her work with the boots. "They spanked her for over an hour." The girls glanced at each other. Pam saw them share some secret when a demure smile passed between them.

"She'll be black and blue for a week," the dark haired girl said. She was sitting on the edge of the end of the tub with her feet in the water. "I was." They giggled.

Pam was embarrassed. She knew then that she was in no danger at all. She had merely succumbed to the illusion they had created, a spell from which she had tried to shake Christine.

Christine. Pam had forgotten about that poor girl. If they had done such crazy things to herself and Sylvia, what could they possibly be doing to her, a virgin? It was almost too frightening to think about. Christine was probably getting fucked in ways she had never imagined.

The blonde girl leaned back on her haunches, her hands on her thighs. Pam was completely naked. "You can get in the tub, now," she said, smiling at Pam. She held Pam's hand to help her up. Pam's legs were still wobbly.

"Sit back right here," the dark haired girl said, patting the insides of her spread thighs. Pam stared at the soft, warm, inviting area between her legs. She would be more than happy to lay her head there and feel her thighs on both sides of her.

The soft voiced girl transferred Pam's hands to the dark haired girl and Pam held tight to steady herself as she lifted her foot and placed it into the steaming water. The warmth quickly spread through her whole body, and she sighed, her face lit by a glowing smile. Pam lowered herself into the soothing water and sat back between the dark haired girl's legs. Her shoulders fit inside her thighs. Her head rested against the girl's flat belly. She was warm like the water around her. Pam closed her eyes, luxuriating in the wonderful sensation. The girl put her hands on Pam's shoulders and gently massaged. Pam's eyes closed. Absently, she heard the door open and close, but paid little attention to it. By then she didn't care who came or went.

The dark haired girl softly hummed a simple tune, which Pam recognized, while she lathered up a bar of soap. Her soapy hands touched Pam's shoulders and washed out all the tension along with the layers of dirt that coated her skin, even if it was imagined. Her hands washed Pam's neck, then went down her front and cleaned her breasts, molding them lustfully and paying close attention to her nipples. Pam moaned, smiling. Few men knew how to touch a woman like another woman.

"Lean forward and I'll wash your back," she said. Her gentle voice resonated off the tiled walls.

Pam leaned forward and hugged her knees. The girl washed her back with her soapy hands like a masseuse. The sounds of the water and their breathing reverberated around them. She raised each of Pam's arms and washed them completely. She washed Pam's face, scrubbing off the paint, and made her sit on the other end of the tub so she could wash her lower body, her legs, and her feet.

Pam felt like a princess with all this special attention. The dark haired girl's hands felt wonderful on her body, even when she washed the sore area between her legs. She was turned on by the feel of her soapy hands stroking her thighs and calves. When the girl wasn't looking, Pam splashed her and laughed uproariously.

Pam returned to her spot between the girl's legs and let her wash her long, golden hair. She poured warm water over Pam's head and combed her hair back with her fingers. She lathered it with sweetly fragrant shampoo, slowly working it in with gentle scrubbing. It felt good enough to make Pam want to fall asleep.

The door opened again, breaking her trance. She opened her eyes. The soft voiced girl had returned with a tray of food. The smell of Pam aroused Pam from her drowsiness, reminding her how famished she was. The dark haired girl had to stop her from fidgeting while she tried to douse her hair with water.

"Sit still," she said, holding Pam's shoulder. "You'll have plenty of time to eat. Let me finish rinsing your hair."

"It smells delicious. What is it?" Pam licked her lips. She was eager to eat, no matter what they had made for her.

"Soup, a biscuit with honey, and a ham sandwich. Do you like milk?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Good," she said with a smile. Pam was still intrigued by her cute, girlish voice.

The dark haired girl had begun to comb Pam's long, wet hair straight back with slow, gentle strokes. The soft voiced girl set the tray neatly across the sides of the tub in front of Pam.

Pam regarded the soup with mild disdain. It was vegetable barley, definitely not her favorite, but she thought better than to complain. They might take it away. It wasn't so bad that she wouldn't be able to eat it, especially considering how hungry she was. She picked up the spoon and began to eat.

The girls glanced at each other with smiles as they watched her devour the meal like a refugee. They both felt sympathetic to her condition. Each of them had been through similar ordeals more than once since beginning their association with the sorority, and would gladly endure it again, as was their duty.

They also knew that Pam was probably the strongest of this newest group of girls, even though she was the youngest. They all expected she would complete the ritual successfully, and so designed for her the most rigorous ordeal. In fact, it was the most rigorous a pledge was to be put through that any of them could remember. Pam's part had barely started, and already she had been through more than most girls who succeeded.

Waiting in other rooms of the house were many men, all successful pledges to the sorority's counterpart the fraternity at Hoffman University. Not all of them could experience the singular pleasure of depriving Christine of her virginity, so they had to wait for the availability of the other girls. Most were in line for Pam.

Pam lifted the soup bowl to her lips and tilted her head back to drain the last drops of the soup. The biscuit, smothered in honey, followed, along with the sandwich and the glass of milk. With a big sigh, Pam wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at the soft voiced girl.

"What's your name?" Pam asked.

"Lori," she said in her girlish voice. She lifted the tray out of the tub and set it aside.

"I've been trying to remember since I heard your voice tonight," Pam said. She turned to look at the dark haired girl. "What's your's?"

"Diana."

"My name's Pam, but I guess you knew that," she said, laughing at her own joke. She was feeling invigorated. Bring on all those guys, she thought. I'll fuck them right, this time.

"Time to get out," Lori said, holding up a large, fluffy white towel.

Pam stepped out of the tub, dripping wet. She held her arms up and Lori wrapped the towel around her, padding her vigorously all over and rubbing her glowing skin dry. She lowered the towel, gazing into Pam's eyes. There was a look of lustful mischief in them. Lori bent forward at the waist and licked Pam's nipple. Pam gasped and a shiver ran down her spine.

"Oh. That was so nice," Pam moaned. She looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were perfectly stiff. Her right one had a trail of saliva over it. Her skin broke out in goose bumps.

Lori and Diana smiled at each other. Pam saw Diana, seated on the edge of the tub behind her, peeking around with a Mona Lisa like smile. Her hand glided up the inside of Pam's thigh. They appeared to have something in mind, something they had planned for a while.

Lori cupped Pam's breast in her left hand. Her thumb brushed lightly over the tip of the nipple. She tilted her head to the side, leaning closer to Pam with her lips open. Pam automatically tilted her head to the opposite side, closed her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and waited for the pressure of Lori's lips. It reminded her of her first kiss, and she felt the same excitement.

Their lips touched hesitantly. Pam could feel Lori's warm breath on her skin. The soft smack of their lips and tongues echoed off the walls like they were in the Grand Canyon. Lori pressed her lips harder against Pam's, and squeezed her breast firmly. Her right hand cupped Pam's other breast.

Pam felt the tip of Lori's tongue glide across her lips. She stuck her tongue out and they met between their mouths, carefully examining each other like a pair of curious animals encountering each other for the first time. They both moaned softly in weak, breathy voices. Pam was breathing hard. Their heads switched to opposite sides and they kissed each other deeply. Pam put her hand on Lori's breast, feeling it through the bikini.

They ended their kiss and looked into each other's eyes. They were very close. The tips of their breasts were touching.

"Do you want to go back to the bed?" Lori asked.

"Ok," Pam said. Lori smiled. Diana stood up, took Pam's hand and led her back to the bedroom. Pam climbed onto the bed and laid on her back, waiting for the girls to join her. The sheets were fresh and clean. Pam giggled to herself, thinking of her Mom.

Lori and Diana stood beside the bed and stripped out of their bikinis. Pam squeezed her legs together while she watched. Her excitement made her squirm anxiously and made her pussy wet. She moved her hand down over her belly, parted her thighs, and rubbed the moist lips of her pussy.

Lori and Diana had beautiful bodies, very well maintained figures. It was a feature of the women of this sorority Pam had noticed before. They obviously only allowed beautiful people to take part in their illicit rituals. Was this the kind of organization she wanted to be a part of? She wasn't sure. They didn't strike her as being overtly evil people, just very sexual. She would need more time to get to know them.

Lori crawled over Pam on her hands and knees. Pam put her hands on her waist, just like she would with a guy who was just about to have sex with her, except that Lori had soft tits that felt good in her hands. Lori's hair hung straight down, obscuring her face. She lowered her body on top of Pam's and they resumed their kiss. Their lips came together and their tongues twisted together as their bodies pressed closer to each other. Pam's legs parted. Lori's pubic mound pressed against Pam's. She ground them together. Their tits were pressed flat against each other's. Pam put her arms around Lori and ran her fingers through her hair. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything the girls wanted to do to her.

Lori's magic fingers moved lightly over Pam's skin, around her tits, her navel, and her legs, igniting every area they touched. Pam kissed her deeply, stroking her back. Pam moaned. Her body squirmed with the anticipation of where Lori was headed.

Lori's hands moved between Pam's legs. She pressed her fingers against Pam's slit and moved them over her moist lips. They lightly stroked the insides of her cunt lips. Pam moaned again. Lori's fingers sent crazy sensations shooting through her body.

Lori's body moved down Pam's. Her tongue left a trail of saliva across her skin as if a snail was moving over her body. Pam's skin tingled with excitement. Lori licked Pam's nipples, moved down her flat stomach to her navel, then moved to the warm area between her legs. She was driving Pam wild with desire. Pam lifted her hips and groaned, practically begging Lori to do it to her.

Pam's arms were spread out to her sides like she was being prepared to be mounted to a crucifix. She was moaning and gasping, barely aware of her surroundings. Her eyes were shut, her pelvis humped spasmodically. Her legs trembled and her parted lips quivered.

Lori kissed Pam's soft bush, then again down on the inside of her thigh as she spread her legs for her. Pam's back arched up off the bed. Lori ran the tip of her tongue along the length of Pam's slit. As the tongue flicked lightly over her heard clitoris, Pam felt like she was being released inside. Lori gently parted her lips and pushed it inside her anxious hole.

The instant she felt her tongue inside her, Pam's whole world exploded in a flash of heat and light from within. She had one orgasm on top of another. She thought she might never stop coming, and That was an ordeal she would gladly endure.

Lori lapped up the juices that leaked from Pam's hole like a cat drinking from a saucer of milk, and Diana joined them on the bed.

She crawled up over Pam, spread her legs, and straddled Pam's face. Pam looked up at the dark bush and the pink, wet lips only inches from her mouth. The fine, dark hair was as soft as down feathers when it brushed against her skin. Pam stuck out her tongue and licked the lips. The musky flavor of her pussy filled her mouth.

Diana moaned. Pam put her arms around Diana's legs and pulled her down to her face heavily, leaving herself little room to breathe. She poked her tongue deep between Diana's pussy lips.

"Oh, damn," Diana groaned. She moved her hips around, smearing Pam's face with her pussy juices. Pam licked harder, pushing her tongue deeper, until she felt a warm, thick fluid coat her tongue. She knew Diana had cum. Lori was busy licking Pam's pussy and thighs. Pam was eager for the chance to lick Lori's sweet pussy in return.

The hot breakfast was just what Christine needed. She drained the glass of orange juice and set the empty glass on the tray with the other empty dishes. It had been a long time since she had an omelette as good as the one Kay brought her.

She laid back and stretched. Her long wet hair was beginning to dry. The bath felt tremendous. Her skin glowed all over. The feel of Kay's hands all over her body had been a sensation to remember. She felt much more at ease with her nudity than she ever thought she would. Every doubt she ever had about her looks or her body had been erased. She knew now she was beautiful, as beautiful as any of the girls she saw here.

The room was quiet again. The rustle of the sheets seemed loud, until Kay came into the room. Her beautiful red hair and her breasts bounced in rhythm as she walked. Christine smiled at her. Kay smiled back. Christine didn't even feel ashamed to be seen naked by someone she hardly knew.

Kay sat on the edge of the bed.

"What time is it?" Christine asked, stretching her arms over her head.

"Don't concern yourself with the time. Just feel free to enjoy yourself."

"What's going to happen next?"

Kay thought for a moment and smiled at something. "I think you're going to like what's coming up."

"What?"

"I can't tell you that. You'll just have to wait and find out." She was shaking a bottle of nail polish. Kay showed it to Christine. "Do you like this color?"

Christine recognized it as one she often used. "Yes. Are you going to put it on?"

"Yes."

Christine sat up, propped up some pillows she could sit back against, folded up her knees, and held out her hand with her fingers spread. Kay dabbed her nails with the tip of the brush, turning Christine's nails bright red.

"How old are you?" Christine asked.

"Nineteen. I'm a sophomore."

"What are the seniors doing today?" Christine watched Kay's green eyes. She was a lovely girl.

Kay smiled. "They're all at Hoffman. Except for Julianna, of course. They're initiating the Kappa pledges, the same way the Kappa seniors are initiating you."

Christine was confused. "What about that older guy? He's not a senior at Hoffman, is he?"

Kay laughed. "No, of course not. He graduated years ago. He owns his own business now. He's quite wealthy."

"What about the first guy? The guy who took my virginity? Was he wealthy?"

Kay nodded. "Her's rich. He's the most powerful and influential graduate Kappa has ever produced. The president calls him for advice."

"Wow."

"When Julianna found out you were a virgin, you were offered to him first, as was his right. A virgin is most highly prized."

"How old is he?"

Kay shrugged. "I don't know. Mid thirties, maybe."

"Were you a virgin?"

"Oh, no. I lost my virginity on prom night," Kay said. She switched to Christine's other hand.

"You did? I went to my prom, but I didn't even get a kiss.

"I sorry. Prom night is a very special night."

"I know it," Christine said, shaking her head. "I was so disappointed."

Kay moved to Christine's feet and began on her toenails. Christine waved her hands in the air, The polish dried quickly, but it was important to get it completely dry. Christine thought back to times when she and her friend painted each other's toenails, but they never did it without clothes on. It was such a strange thing to even think about being naked in a bed with another girl.

"Did you ever do it with him?" Christine asked.

"Who?"

"The one guy, the one who took my virginity?"

"No," Kay said, shaking her head.

"What's his name?" Christine was very curious about the man. She only had one virginity to give away. She always hoped it would be someone special. In her dreams, it was the man she married, and he took it on their wedding night. That would also be the night he got her pregnant for the first time."

"I can't tell you that. Not yet," Kay said.

Christine's hopes fell. "Don't I get to meet him?"

Kay stopped. She was finishing the small toe on Christine's right foot. "I don't think so. Not unless he wants you to."

This news saddened Christine. "I thought I might at least get to meet the man I gave it away to."

Kay finished and closed the bottle. "I'll see what I can do. In the mean time, it's time for the next important step in your growth."

"My growth?"

"Yes. Your growth as a sexual being and a lover."

"Oh." Christine did not understand.



The Hazing Ch. 08



The door opened and she looked up. It was another tall, handsome man, but younger, with long, dark hair and deep set, dark eyes. Christine's mouth fell open. She was in love.

"Can I come in?" he said. His voice was deep and rich and resonant. His arms and chest were thick and muscular.

Christine realized he was speaking to her. "Uh, sure," she said. He smiled, which was kind of a smirk, and entered the room.

Christine admired how he moved with such grace and confidence. He looked as if he had just returned from a dangerous adventure across the plains and mountains of Africa. His eyes could tell stories of the things he had seen and done in his life. She could not her gaze from those eyes. It was as if she had been hypnotized. She realized her mouth was open and snapped it shut.

"My name's Tom," he said, and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. "What's your's?" He raised his feet and put them on the edge of the bed. Christine admired his rugged boots.

"Uh, Christine," she said. She wanted to ask why she could know his name and not the other guy's, but thought better of it. Looking at Tom made her insides feel all weak and trembling. He made her feel like a young high school girl who had a crush on the senior football captain.

"Your mother was a very beautiful woman, I am sure."

"How do you know that?"

"Any woman whose daughter is as beautiful as you is certainly a beautiful woman herself."

Christine blushed. She was not used to such gorgeous men showering her with compliments and attention. The idea that he was there just to be with her was almost overwhelming.

"Let me see you," he said. His voice was so strong and commanding she felt compelled to obey him.

She released the firm hold she had around her bent knees, placed her hands on the mattress at her sides for support, and stretched her long legs out in front of her. The cool air on her warm skin made her tingle all over and made her sensitive nipples hard. She straightened her back and squared her shoulders to display her breasts for him. She was proud of her body. She knew he would like it. She was ready to dance naked with him if he wanted.

"Very nice," he said. "You have the body of a goddess."

"Thank you." She tilted her head back and shook out her long mane of golden hair. It was drying and its curl was returning.

Kay stood off to the side of the room, as if observing the rehearsal for the love scene in a movie. She had her hands clasped behind her back and a subtle smile on her lips. She was familiar with what Tom was doing. He had done the same with her little more than a year ago. She found herself actually envious of this girl and the things she was about to learn. She longed to be that naive about sex, so she could experience the joys of learning the new techniques all over again.

Christine giggled playfully. Kay could see from her beaming face she was loosening up and becoming excited about the idea of having sex with Tom, just as her sister had hoped. Tom could have that effect on girls. She didn't know exactly what he did when he wasn't here for the initiation rites, but she suspected it involved girls, or more appropriately, women.

Kay went to his side when he motioned for her to approach. He stood out of the chair, smiling at Christine, and began to unbutton his shirt. Christine watched expectantly, her eyes bright.

She was not disappointed. His chest was hairy and muscular. His stomach was flat and rigid. His arms rippled with ropy muscles along their length. His eyes were locked onto Christine's while Kay sat on the edge of the bed and opened his pants. Christine returned his deep gaze. When Kay pulled his pants down, her gaze went down to see what they revealed.

She saw the shaft of his penis appear. The more Kay pulled his jeans down, the more of his shaft appeared, until his jeans were off entirely, and his penis was completely exposed to her. She stared in awe, with her mouth and eyes wide open. The tip of it hung almost down to his knees.

"Oh my God," Christine whispered. "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to show you things you never dreamed possible," Tom said. He crawled up on the bed on his hands and knees. His member hung straight down, swinging like a pendulum as he moved. Christine felt like backing away from, except for the entrancing look in his eyes. Besides, she had nowhere to go.

He put his hands around her calves, spread her legs, and kissed the insides of her thighs on his way to the warm mound where her legs met. Behind him, Kay stripped out of her bikini.

His lips and tongue felt good on her skin. Her legs automatically spread wider for him. Christine laid back on the pillows, moaning. He found the lips of her pussy and licked them. She was a slave to his tongue. She would do anything he asked, but then, she was a slave to any man who used his tongue on her.

Kay climbed onto the bed beside them. Christine looked at her, wondering what she was up to. She also looked at Kay's body, curiously. She had rarely seen another girl without her clothes, and it was an interesting situation. Kay's body was very sensual and, she had to admit, quite attractive. Kay saw Christine checking out her body and smiled at her.

Tom looked at her as well. "She has a beautiful body, doesn't she?" He reached out with his big hand and long fingers and squeezed Kay's tit.

"Yes," Christine sighed.

"Touch her," he commanded. Christine hesitantly extended her hand and touched Kay's other tit. She was amazed to learn it was as soft as her own.

Kay looked down at the hands on her chest. Christine's touch was much more timid than Tom's. Her expression was one of fascination. Kay recalled being in a very similar situation the first time she touched another girl's breast, and feeling similarly fascinated with the experience.

"It's so soft, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes," Christine whispered.

"Just like yours." He squeezed her tit. His touch thrilled her, as much as touching Kay did. She was turned on by Kay's hands on her body in the bath, but was afraid to say or do anything about it because she wasn't sure what Kay would think.

"Wouldn't you like to kiss her?" he said. His voice was soft, deep, and sexy.

"Yes," Christine answered. Even if she didn't want to, how could she say no to such a dreamy voice?

He looked at Kay. Kay smiled at Christine. Christine suddenly felt very nervous. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. Was she really going to do this? she thought, as she was leaning toward Kay with her lips open slightly. When their lips touched, the buzzing in her ears turned to a roar. She felt herself getting warm all over. It was the most exhilarating kiss she had ever felt, and so what if she had only kissed two boys before this weekend? No boy could have prepared her for the pure lustfulness she felt kissing Kay.

Their lips smacked apart. Kay slowly opened her eyes. Christine's eyes were still closed. She hovered in place, as if waiting for Kay to kiss her again. She sighed a deep, fluttery breath, and peeled her eyes open. She saw both of them looking at her and blushed.

"Oh my God," she said, covering her mouth. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Kiss me, now," Tom said.

Fighting back the urge to burst out laughing, Christine leaned forward and kissed Tom. A fresh surge of lust through her body shut out all the feelings of shame and embarrassment she might have felt. She felt intimately attached to this man when he tenderly touched her cheek with his hand. She tilted her head to the side and kissed him deeply, licking his tongue when it pushed into her mouth.

Tom pulled away and studied her face. Christine glanced between him and Kay. Kay's hand came up and touched Christine's breast. Her nipples hardened. Kay teased it playfully.

Tom rolled on his side to watch them. His erection stuck out near Christine's leg. She reached out to touch it.

"How'd it get so big?" she asked. She closed her small hand around the long shaft.

"It just grew that way."

"You were born with it like this?"

He laughed. "Not quite. It grew when I grew up."

Christine stroked it. "Wow. You must have had an interesting childhood."

"I did." He looked down for a moment, as if afraid to let the girls see his eyes. "Actually, it was very difficult."

Kay was suddenly quite shocked. What did he just say? She looked at Christine, who was listening patiently. This girl had no idea of the significance of what he just said. No one in either this sorority or his fraternity knew anything about this man that he did not choose to divulge to them, which was very little, if nothing at all. Kay was even more shocked when he continued to reveal more about his past.

"When I was a kid in high school, the other guys used to tease me in the locker room at gym. To them I was some sort of freak, and I let them get down on me."

"That's terrible," Christine said.

Kay could merely stare at them, aghast, like they were breaking every rule she could think of. She had known him for only little more than two years, of course, but she had spoken with people who knew him for much longer, and they knew nothing about him. Now, here was this new pledge, a virgin, no less, almost half his age, and he was telling her his most intimate secrets. They obviously must have underestimated this girl.

"But then the girls found out and all the guys suddenly stopped making fun of me," he said, and they laughed. Kay failed to pay attention and missed the joke, but laughed anyway so they wouldn't notice.

"The guys must have been really jealous when all the girls wanted to go out with you," Christine said, smiling at him as if they had been friends all their lives. Inexplicably, Kay felt a pang of jealousy.

"They were," Tom said. He had his chin propped on his hand and was smiling at her. Her hand continued to move along the length of his penis. "I loved it for a while, all the attention from the girls, that is. But I grew tired of it?"

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I guess it's a typical complaint. None of them were interested in me for myself, just what I had in my pants."

"That's too bad."

Tom smiled and nodded. "Ironically, the one girl I liked and really wanted to go out with wouldn't have anything to do with me after she saw it. She thought I was weird."

"I'm so sorry."

"I got over it. I learned to have higher expectations for the women I went out with."

Kay could only shake her head. This was not the same man she met last night, cool, aloof, distracted. He was warm, open, caring. She looked down at his organ in Christine's dainty hand. But then, she thought, not much else has changed.

She reached down and put her hand around the end of it. They both looked at her like they had forgot she was there. She smiled at them.

"I would never accuse either of you of being so shallow," Tom said to them. Kay realized he was really saying it to Christine.

"I'm glad," Kay said.

"Me, too," Christine said.

Kay thought she might have been imagining what was taking lace between them, but when she saw the way they looked at each other, she felt she was sure. It was not, however, her position to say anything about it, and she kept quiet.

"I think Kay is trying to tell me I've got some work to do."

"Not at all," Kay said defensively. "I know you've got all day, if you like."

"I do like," he said, and moved out from between Christine's legs. Kay laid back and spread her legs. Tom moved right on top of her.

"I'm sure you're familiar with this position," Tom said to Christine. He was holding his penis around the middle of the shaft. The tip was touching Kay's mound. Kay's hand slid down over her belly to her pussy and her fingers spread her moist labia.

"Yes," Christine said, watching with curious interest, although she didn't understand what the demonstration was for. Tom moved his penis toward Kay. It looked like a hose in his hand and he was watering his garden. Kay was wiggling her hips. Tom moved his penis some more, then let go if it. Kay grunted. Christine saw her teeth were gritted together. She knew it was inside Kay. Tom was slowly pushing it into her. How would it feel when it was inside her?

"Come here and look at it," Tom said. He was holding Kay's legs spread wide.

Christine moved down beside them where she could see his penis going into Kay's body. The sight made her gasp. Kay's fragile looking lips were split wide around the shaft. It looked very painful. She touched the soft lips and the hard shaft. Kay's wetness covered her fingers.

"It's beautiful," Christine said.

"I'm glad you like it. It's going in you, next."

Christine glanced up at him, but looked away. She licked her red lips. The idea of having this hunk and his beautiful cock inside her was thrilling.

Tom moved his hips again, sliding his cock deeper into Kay's cunt. Kay groaned. Her hands clutched at the sheets. Her face was a painful grimace. Christine began to have second thoughts about what they were going to do to each other. He moved it in and out a few times. Kay groaned each time he pushed it in a little deeper.

Tom looked at Christine. She looked up at him, realizing that she was staring again. He pulled his cock out of Kay. Half of it was shiny with her fluids. The other half was dry.

"Lay down," he said, moving toward her.

Christine laid back slowly, suddenly feeling very scared. She spread her legs, watching his swinging cock as he moved between them. She looked up to his eyes. He was watching her face, reading the apprehension in it, with that smirk on his lips. Her eyes were wide open and she was panting. His hips held her legs spread apart. His penis hung down very near her pussy.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he told her in his deep, reassuring voice. "You might feel pain, but not for long. You will stretch and the pain will go away."

"Ok," Christine said. Her voice was trembling and weak and belied her fear.

He lifted his cock with one hand and it touched her sensitive pussy. Christine nearly screamed. Kay reached across to Christine's pussy and spread her lips for Tom. She was very wet. Tom placed the head of his cock to her wet, pink opening, and pushed with his hips.

Christine yelped, but it was in anticipation of pain. When it didn't hurt nearly as much as she expected, she felt pretty silly. Kay was giggling and trying not to show it. Christine looked away from them.

"You're doing fine," Tom said authoritatively. "Take a deep breath." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was nodding his approval. She felt a little better and took a deep breath. Kay patted her belly. All of her muscles were tight. She laid back, relaxing somewhat.

Tom slowly, gently, pushed his hips forward. Christine sucked in her breath in surprise.

"Oh God," she groaned. She bit her lower lip. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't. The sight of his long member pushing its way into her body was far too captivating to look away. It made her whimper and made her lower lip quiver. He pushed insistently and she grimaced in pain, just as Kay did. She hoped Tom was right, that the pain would go away. The more he pushed , the more it hurt. If it was going to hurt this much the whole time, she didn't see how she would enjoy it.

She trusted him, however. She believed him when he told her the pain would pass and that he wasn't doing it just to hurt her, so she tolerated it patiently. The pain increased with every inch that penetrated her, despite her patience, and he had many inches. She fought the pain as much as she could. She didn't want them to see her crying.

To her relief, the pain finally did begin to ease. Tom seemed to sense it as well, and began moving it in and out. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye down her cheek. Kay wiped it away. Christine blinked a few times to clear her eyes of the rest of the tears before they could stream out. She felt foolish crying in front of Tom while they were having sex. She knew she should be feeling joyous ecstasy, but she couldn't help it.

"Don't feel bad," Kay told her in a soft voice. "You'll be ok. I cried the first time I did it with him, too."

"She did. I didn't know how to get her to stop."

Christine laughed. She loosened up completely and Tom's cock slipped all the way into her. Christine gasped. Tom and Kay smiled at each other.

"It still works," Tom said.

"What was that all about?" Christine demanded.

"I was as uptight as you were," Kay said. "Tom and Linda used that joke on me and it worked the same way."

Christine looked down between her legs, but couldn't see anything. Tom's groin was pressed against hers.

"How much of it's in?"

Tom looked down there. "Almost all of it. Feel it, if you want."

"How long is it?" Christine stuck her hand down where their bodies came together. Her fingers felt through their tangled pubic hair and touched his cock. It felt like a hard, slimy snake jammed between her soft pussy lips.

"About eleven inches."

"It feels so weird." She pulled her hand out and Kay stuck her hand down there to feel it. She was grinning. Christine watched her eyes. She felt Kay's fingers rubbing her clitoris. The titillation made her squirm, which caused Tom to pump his cock more firmly. Kay slipped her middle finger into Christine's slot alongside Tom's shaft. Christine cooed.

"I didn't know you could do that." Kay's finger rubbed her clitoris. "Ooo. Do it right there again." Kay forced her finger deeper, pressing the tiny knob. "Oh yes," Christine moaned.

"She likes that," Tom said. "Let's try something different."

Christine squealed with surprise like she was on a thrill ride when he suddenly rolled over and pulled her right over on top of him, all without his penis coming out. "Wow. That was fun," she said. She sat upright with her knees folded up at his sides. She lowered all of her weight on him and felt his cock pushing deep inside her.

"Some women like to be on top," he said, squeezing her tits. "It gives you a chance to be in control of how fast we go."

Christine moved slowly up and down. She liked the feel of the pole sliding in and out of her. There was so much of it. The thing never seemed to end. If she pressed herself down particularly hard, her clitoris pressed against the shaft, and jolt of energy shot through her.

"I do like this."

She writhed like a woman possessed, except that her haze was caused by an oncoming orgasm, not demons. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were shut. She started slowly and built to a hard, fast, pounding climax. Her weak moan turned to strong, high shrieks when it hit. With a crescendo, she screamed at the top of her lungs and collapsed on top of Tom, panting hard and pumping her hips.

Her cheek rested on his shoulder. He had his arms around her, patting her back.

"Did you cum?" Christine asked.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Christine complained, lifting her head.

"Because it's not time. Now climb off. Your orgasm was beautiful, but I have more stuff to show you." 



The Hazing Ch. 09



Feigning disappointment and hurt, Christine rolled off, reluctantly giving up her exclusive possession of his cock. It seemed to take forever to come out of her hole, and it felt strange sliding out, like a boa constrictor that had been hiding inside her. Its absence left behind an ache inside her, an ache to have it back, massaging her from the inside, where it belonged. She resigned to content herself with squeezing her thighs together.

Tom remained on his back. His hard cock stood up over him, but was bent over by its own weight. Droplets of sweat glistened in the hairs on his perfect body.

"Ready?" he said to Kay. She nodded and moved down the bed to occupy the spot vacated by Christine. Sprawled across the bed facing his genitals, he put her hand around the base of his cock, and raised the head, staring at it like a snake charmer.

"Every girl who joins your sorority has to be able to deep throat any man she meets."

"Do what?" Christine said.

"Watch Kay." He nodded to her. She nodded back, opened her mouth, and took the head of his cock in.

Christine watched her suck, but wasn't impressed. She knew she could suck like that. "What's she going to do?"

"She's going to swallow it," Tom said, but that only confused Christine more. Tom rested on his elbows to watch Kay work.

Kay's bobbing head slowed. She spread her jaws as wide as they would go. Her pink tongue stuck out past her lips along the bottom side of the shaft. She began to move slowly down the pole, taking inch after inch into her mouth. Halfway down the shaft, she paused, then continued until her nose was nestled in the bush of curly, dark hair at the base of his cock.

"Oh my God," Christine muttered. Kay pulled her head back up, drawing the cock back out, looked at Christine, and grinned at her dumbfounded expression, showing her white teeth around the fat, purplish penis head. "How'd you do that?"

"It's easy," Kay said. "You take a deep breath, open your throat, and push it in." She did it again, swallowing every bit of his cock in one slow motion, then pulled it back out just as slowly.

"Do you think you can do it?" Tom asked.

Christine moved toward them. "I'll try, she said, but she didn't seem too confident.

Kay held his cock for her, stroking it lasciviously. Kneeling beside him, Christine put her hand around it. Kay put her other hand on his knee and pulled his legs apart.

"It'll be easier if you get between his legs," she said. Christine lifted her knee over Tom's leg and knelt on the area of the bed between them. She felt like she was about to perform surgery on him. She gazed into the slit at the tip of the head as if a small, forked tongue would flicker out of it to smell the air. It looked much larger in this position than it did before. She began to doubt that she could even fit it in her mouth. But then, Kay was the same size as her, and she handled it easily.

Kay let go of it and laid her hand on Tom's thigh. Christine felt she was on her own for such a difficult task, even though she knew Kay was right there to help her. But Christine was scared. If she couldn't do this, did that mean she wouldn't be allowed to join the sorority? She had come so far in the short time since they started. To give up now would mean wasting all that effort and all that wonderful experience. Besides, her sister would be disappointed with her if she failed. She knew she had to try hard to overcome this challenge. She tried to remember what Kay told her. Hold her breath, open her throat, and push it down. Wasn't that the way she said to do it? She licked her lips. She was going to choke on this thing, she knew it.

"Put it in your mouth, just like you're sucking it," Kay said.

Christine opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, pressed it against the firm, hot, fleshy head, and closed her lips around the head. It was huge, ridiculously huge in her mouth. She moved it back and forth over her tongue. There was no way she was going to get it down her throat. She was no sword swallower.

She glanced at Kay. Kay was watching her carefully. She felt she had her support, like her father holding her up while she learned to ride a bike. She did not believe, however, this was a situation where her father would be helping her learn how to do something right. It would probably shock him to death if he knew what she was doing right then, although he would probably be proud of her just for trying.

"Relax your tongue and throat and let it slide to the back of your mouth," Kay instructed.

"Go slow," Tom said. "You have all the time you need."

Christine relaxed. Her tongue became limp. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, pushing the oversized penis deeper into her mouth. It brushed against the soft flesh at the back of her mouth and she gagged. She whipped it out of her mouth and turned her head to the side, coughing terribly.

"Are you ok?" Kay said, patting her shoulder.

Christine nodded, coughing. She was afraid to let them see how difficult this was for her, but when she looked back at Kay, her face was flushed red and she was wiping away tears.

"I think so," she said.

Kay pumped Tom's cock. "Try it again. You were doing fine."

"Remember to go slow," Tom said.

Christine nodded. She knew she had to do this. It was the most important step yet in the initiation. Everything else up to then had been passive participation on her part. She was now being taught an active skill that she was expected to perform, and she knew she would not be allowed to advance without successfully completing this challenge.

She swallowed hard. She decided she would do it this time. It wasn't as hard as it looked. It would fit, although it would be tight, and she wouldn't choke. She opened her mouth, lowered it over the end of the cock, and sucked.

"If you gag, just keep going," Kay said. "If you can get past that, the rest is easy."

Christine considered her advice. She wasn't sure what she would have to do when she got to that point. She would just have to make it up.

She slid her lips carefully down over the shaft. It touched the back of her mouth and gave her the strong urge to gag again, but she managed to suppress it, gagging only a little. Her throat seemed to resist the intrusion of the large object, increasing the sensation that she was choking. She pushed harder, forcing the head of the cock down her throat. It didn't want to go. She ignored the choking and pushed harder, as if her life depended on he getting this cock down her throat.

Then something seemed to give way. Her throat opened up and she was swallowing the long penis. She had not been prepared for the weird sensation of the thing sliding down her constricting esophagus. It was a unique experience, to say the least.

"You got it," Kay said delightfully. She heard a deep moan from Tom, so she knew she must have been doing it right. She kept going, swallowing more of his cock and trying to keep her teeth away from it.

She quickly learned why Kay told her to take a deep breath. She couldn't breathe. Getting it down her throat in the first place had taken a lot out of her, and she needed air. She was disappointed, because she was only halfway down. She had to yank it out in a hurry and suck in fresh air.

"Good job," Tom said, while she was gasping helplessly. "Most girls don't get it done as soon as you."

"Gee, thanks," Christine gasped.

Kay chuckled. "You'll do better, now that you know what to expect." She angled Tom's cock in her direction. Christine studied her actions, to see if she could learn anything from her. Kay slobbered lewdly all over the head, using her tongue to drench it with saliva. It looked like she was trying to engulf an entire footlong hot dog in one bite, or like she was working on a huge piece of corn on the cob from the side. She noticed how Tom responded to this sort of attention. His lips were pursed and his eyes were closed. He had the dreamiest expression on his face, like he was in a fantasy world.

Kay put her mouth over the end of his cock, slurping noisily. She was pumping the shaft with one hand and kneading his balls with her other. She bobbed her head in place a few times. Christine could see the exertion on her face as she forced it down her throat. It seemed so much easier for her. She was able to work it into her throat so much more smoothly.

"Oh yes," Tom groaned. Kay swallowed the whole thing. Christine could see her jaws spread wide, her lips apart, and her teeth away from the shaft. This was obviously something she had done many times. As if to prove that exact point, Kay moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out. She pulled her head back and his penis came out.

"Want to try it again?" Kay said, holding his penis up for her. She wiped the drool from her mouth.

"Yeah," Christine said, sounding more eager than she felt. She took Tom's penis from Kay. She looked up to his eyes. He was watching her patiently.

His penis looked like it was ready to burst. It was thick and incredibly hard, like a piece of hot steel. Fat, dark veins stuck out off the surface, just under the skin. The big, bulbous head was deep purple, and the skin over it was tight, smooth and shiny.

She kissed it tenderly. Tom smiled at her. She was only trying to stall while she worked up the courage to try sucking him down again. She tilted her head and kissed the soft skin just under the bulging head. She held it gently, like it was part of her mother's antique china collection, kissing along the side of the shaft as if paying homage to the gods who bless men with large appendages.

Tom chuckled. "I like a girl who's gentle. There are so many other girls in this world who are out to hurt the next guy they meet, because the last guy they knew was so mean to them."

"Are you mean to them?" Christine asked.

"I don't think so. Have I been mean to you?"

Christine shook her head. "No. Not at all."

"I like girls too much to be mean to them."

Kay leaned forward and whispered brief instructions into Christine's ear. She giggled at the thought. She moved the penis to the side, lowered her head, and sucked his plump balls into her mouth.

"Oh," Tom gasped. "That feels so good."

She rolled them over her tongue like they were big jawbreakers. She could see him squirming, and it made her want to laugh. She never knew a girl could make a guy feel that way.

She released them, kissed them, and kissed her way up his long shaft to the head. She kissed it and licked it like Kay had done, slobbering all over it generously.

"Do it," Tom said.

Christine pressed her lips against the head and let the pressure separate them. Her teeth lightly grazed over the taut skin and the head glided over her tongue right to the back of her mouth. This was something she wanted now, not some ordeal she felt she had to endure to gain acceptance. The head touched the soft part at the back of her mouth and she felt the impulse to gag, but managed to suppress it. She calmly took a deep breath, relaxed her throat, and let the head pass into her esophagus.

"You did it," Tom sighed deeply.

Christine was so ecstatic she wanted to jump for joy. She was swallowing his cock. How could she ever have doubted she could do it if it was this easy and felt this good? The shaft spread her jaw open on its own and seemed to glide effortlessly over her tongue, right down her throat.

She let it slide steadily into her until her nose was buried in the furry bush at the base. When she felt her breath running out, she withdrew until the head was in her mouth, then she did it again. This time, when it passed into her throat, she bobbed her head up and down, sliding it in and out like she was fucking her mouth with it.

Tom grunted. "I'm going to cum." His voice was terribly strained.

Christine wasn't sure what she should do. Her lips were halfway down his shaft, and he was already going to give it to her. She stopped. She tried to look at Kay for advice, but couldn't see her. The cock in her throat prevented her from turning her head far enough. She looked around desperately, but before she could make a decision, Tom shouted, his cock started throbbing, and she felt a thick, warm fluid coating her esophagus. It was flooding into her rapidly, out of control. She swallowed hard, which only made her feel like she was choking. Her breath immediately expired, and she had no choice but to pull it out.

He was still gushing like an oil well, and quickly filled her mouth with the nasty liquid. Her eyes grew wide. She had a mouthful of the stuff and didn't know what to do with it. Her red cheeks were swelled out like a chipmunk storing acorns for the winter. It drooled out of the corners of her mouth. She looked like a little girl with a huge straw in her mouth, making a mess all over her face. Kay laughed at her so hard she rolled over and almost fell off the bed.

"Swallow it," Tom said.

Christine rolled it on her tongue. She didn't exactly remember the stuff from the glass tasting like this, but then, it had been mixed with scotch. She drank that, so she decided to swallow this mouthful, which she did in one gulp, although not without some difficulty. She coughed and wiped her mouth.

"I'm sorry for laughing," Kay said. she wiped a drop of cum off Christine's chin with her thumb and stuck it in her mouth, sucking it off like a drop of ice cream. "You just looked so funny."

Christine laughed. "I can't believe I did it. It's so big, you know?"

"You did it so well," Tom said. He laughed and the girls laughed with him. There was a last drop of cum that leaked from the slit at the tip of his cock. Christine licked it up.

Tom slapped Kay's hip. "Roll over. Stick your ass up." Kay laid down on her belly and lifted her ass in the air. "Higher," he said. She raised it higher. Her hand was down on a pillow and she was facing Christine, smiling at her.

"What are you going to do?" Christine asked curiously.

"I'm going to fuck her ass," Tom said, moving behind her. "Then I'm going to fuck yours, so I want you to see how it works."

"Oh," Christine said, although she wasn't sure what he meant. He wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do, was he? When she saw Kay reach back with both hands and pull her ass cheeks apart, she knew that was exactly what he was going to do.

She stared with her eyes wide open as Tom placed the head of his long, shiny cock at the tiny, brown opening of Kay's asshole and pushed his cock deep into Kay right before her eyes. She noticed it was covered with some kind of shiny lubricant. Kay's eyes were squeezed shut. She was biting her lower lip and moaning. The head popped in and he worked the rest of it into her. Kay groaned. She rocked back and forth and grunted, but did not writhe much. This looked just as painful as the first experience. Christine could not believe what she was watching. She was astounded that this might actually be something Kay would enjoy.

Pam drifted drowsily between sleep and consciousness. She knew she was waking up because she felt an unusual weight on her body. Or was she dreaming it? She moved slightly and felt something stiff and hard down there between her legs. If it was a dream, she was getting fucked in it, and those were the best kinds, the ones she hated to see end. She tried to roll over and discovered she was immobile. Unwillingly, she drifted closer to consciousness. Her wrists and ankles were tied, and she was face down on a bed, spread eagle and naked. Where did those soft girls go? She vaguely remembered having her head between their legs and their legs between hers, all of them falling asleep in each other's arms. She wiggled her butt again and definitely felt something hard there. She had forgotten how good it felt. What made her forget that? Was this still the dream? Was she still between the two soft, warm girls?

She peeled her eyes open, but the darkness did not go away. The weight on top of her did not go away. The stiffness between her legs did not go away. Her arms and legs were tied to the posts of the bed. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath.

"Good morning, little girl," the guy said. His mouth was right near her ear. His deep voice startled her. He was on top of her, fucking her cunt. He was moving it very slowly. She clenched her teeth together. He was pretty big, and he pushed it pretty deep. Pam could not deny how good it felt. And she remembered what made her forget.

"Why don't you untie me, so I can climb on top of that thing?" Pam said.

"That's all right, pussy. This'll only take a few minutes." He pulled her by her hips to a more comfortable position. It stretched her arms and made the ropes cut into her wrists. Pam held back a shriek of pain behind her clenched teeth. He grunted, rammed her a few times, and sprayed his sperm into her body.

Pam collapsed when he let go of her hips. She felt a relief when he lifted his body off her's, but the ropes still cut into her wrists and ankles. He his cock slowly from her hole, to enjoy the sight of it pulling from her lips. It finally fell out and was followed by a stream of white sperm.

He slapped her ass and chuckled. He rubbed his hand over her smooth skin, down between the cheeks of her ass and twisted one into her cunt, smearing the fresh cum around on her warm skin. Pam moaned. He chuckled again.

"They told me you would be a strong one," he said. "They weren't lying."

Pam arched her back and let out a deep sigh. She felt incredibly erotic, having her ass raised to him, sort of as an offering, knowing that he could do to her whatever he wanted, and she was completely helpless to stop him.

His balls were hard as rocks and pressed into the back of her thighs. She cringed when his rough fingers touched her soft tits where they were pressed into the wet mattress. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to obscure her cunt, but he pushed another finger in, anyway. Pam moaned deeply. Her cunt felt loose and exposed.

She was curious about this man. He was so gentle, but he sounded so angry about something. She lay very still while he rubbed her, and she became very excited.

She felt him moving on the bed between her spread legs. The springs squeaked. He must have been a bigger man than she imagined. The bed seemed to sway with his movements. What the hell was he up to?

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Don't you worry, little girl," he chuckled, placing his hand on her white ass. "I won't hurt you too much." He spread her ass apart and smeared a gob of cold, slimy grease on her asshole. Pam gasped. He's going to fuck my ass. He worked his middle finger into her asshole and stroked it in and out. Pam moaned, twisting her hips. Her asshole was ready for his cock. It felt so good. She hunched her ass up toward his hand and shivered, shaking her tits.

He pulled his finger out. She felt one of his hands spread her ass apart, then she felt the head of his hard cock pressing against her delicate hole. He pushed his hips. Despite herself, Pam cried out in surprise. Her automatic response was to try to squeeze her asshole closed, but that only increased her excitement. She pulled against the ropes, moaning as he pushed in deeper. She let out a long, low groan of pain mixed with intense pleasure.

The man drew his hips back slowly and rammed them forward rudely. Pam shrieked again. She was so tight, and her hole was so tender. It hurt so much, but it felt so good at the same time. This was a strange sensation she thought she might be able to get used to.

The bed rocked with his pumping motion. She felt like a hammock, the way she was strung up between the posts and the way he was making her swing back and forth. Pam ground her teeth together, grunting hard, and tightened her asshole again. He was going to make her cum.




The Hazing Ch. 09



He was pulling it out and shoving it back in savagely, exactly the opposite of what he was doing when he had it in her cunt. She felt that orgasm building inside her like it was a boat in the distance she could see moving imperceptibly toward her. The wait for it to arrive was agonizing, especially since she knew how good it was going to be. The pain she was feeling as he jammed her with his cock must have masked the intensity of it, because her climax snuck up and exploded inside her. She never even felt his orgasm gushing inside her.

The next thing she did feel was his hefty cock sliding out of her asshole. He left her a quivering mass of abused flesh. He was panting, she could hear that. Fucking her like that seemed to take a lot out of him.

His sweaty skin separated from hers like they were stuck together with glue. He pushed down on her ass and her back to get himself up, and he climbed off the bed. She listened to him moving around the room, heard a door open, heard some voices in the hall she couldn't make out, then nothing.

She pulled on the ropes. They wouldn't budge. "Are you going to fuck me again?" she said, hoping to find out what the guy had in mind. He didn't answer. "Are you there?" No response. "Shit."



The Hazing Ch. 10



She heard the door open and knew someone was in the room with her. She was suddenly more anxious and frightened than she had anticipated. She expected to feel relieved when someone returned, but she was instead very much uneasy. She hoped it was one of the girls, and she hoped she would remove the blindfold and untie her arms and legs. It was terribly uncomfortable. It seemed like she had been alone in that position for hours, which made her concerned about circulation being cut off to her hands and feet.

"Lori?" Pam said expectantly.

"Not quite," came the deep voice of the man who had abused her.

Pam instantly became very tense. After all he had done to her, he still wasn't finished? Now she was desperate to know what he had in mind for her. She had been through so much in the past two days. She wasn't sure if she could take much more brutal fucking from men like this. She needed someone tender and warm who would hold her and kiss her and make love to her, not just fuck her like she was a piece of meat.

She was trembling when he put his hand on the back of her thigh. She felt more humiliated than ever. She was determined not to cry again, no matter how low this man made her feel.

His hand moved up her thigh and his finger rubbed her slit. She grunted. He was gone long enough that she was no longer wet. His finger was rough and painful on her tender private parts. She bit her lower lip to keep herself from crying out. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting her. His finger pushed between her dry lips into her vagina. He wiggled it around inside her.

"You're going to have to get wet, little girl. It's going to hurt like hell if you aren't."

She felt something icy cold and hard touch her ass. Immediately, she thought of the steel dildo, except that this object was flat. She had no idea what it was, or if he was going to use it on her. She was sure, however, she didn't want to know what it was.

To her relief, she was turned on, despite her fear of this man. Her body never ceased craving sex. Her mind might tire of it, but her body never did. She could hear her moistness squishing with his finger, which was rubbing right on her clitoris. There was no way she could avoid it. He used his other hand to pull her legs apart so he could force his finger deeper.

She moaned when he pushed in another finger. The twinges spread through her body outward from her vagina with ever increasing intensity, like he was turning up the volume inside her. He jammed a third finger into her. Pam squealed. He was hurting her.


He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her asshole. Pam tensed up, anticipating the feel of his cock going back into her asshole. She kind of wished he would do something else to her, if he had to do anything at all. That back hole was getting a little abused.

He stuck his fingers back into her cunt, squished them around some more, and wiped the juices on her asshole again. Pam's sensitive parts were beginning to tingle wildly. Her body was betraying her and it pissed her off.

She felt the cold, flat object touch her warm cheek. She suddenly realized it was a knife and she was filled with fear. She could feel the sharp edge of the blade grazing lightly over her skin as he slid the pointed tip under the blindfold. He pulled the blade away from her, drawing the blindfold out, then there was a quick ripping sound as the blade sliced through the fabric.

She cried out in fright and had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep out the bright light. She peeled her eyes open slowly and carefully. He was holding the blade up so the light glinted off its shiny surface into her eyes. She had to blink and look away. It was a huge, menacing blade. She didn't dare turn her back to it.

She tried to look up to his face, but his head and upper body were in the shadow of the lamp shade and she was staring directly into the stark light. He was naked from the waist up. His hairy body was round and bloated. He was chuckling and his whole body shook, just like her lifelong vision of Santa Claus, all of which shattered the last remnants of those pleasant memories from her childhood. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to purge the image from her mind. It persisted. She was being fucked by Santa Claus, and he had a huge, mean knife.

She heard a thunk, then his chuckle moved off and she slowly opened her eyes. On the small table beside the lamp was another shiny object. She forced her eyes to focus on it, and they grew wide open. It was the monstrous steel dildo with the nasty electrodes that Lori had used to torture her so exquisitely. She stared with disbelieving fear. Her body began to tremble against her will. The memories of the things that object had done to her surfaced from deep inside her. She whimpered and pulled desperately against the ropes. The stranger, standing behind her, chuckled.

"You like that thing, don't you?" he said in his deep, gravelly voice.

Pam shook her head. "No. Please. Don't use it on me." Her voice was uneven and weak.

"Yes, you do like it," he said. He spread her ass cheeks and touched her asshole with something cold. Pam shrieked, thinking for a moment it was the knife, then relaxed when she realized it was just grease. She was trembling with genuine fear and panting hard. Her adrenaline was flowing and her heart was racing.

Pam turned with a start when he appeared at her side again. Her eyes were wide, like a defenseless animal cornered and fearing for its life. He merely grinned at her and chuckled again. She wished she could tell whether or not he really intended to harm her with that knife. It made her feel very uneasy knowing that he could cut her with it and she was totally helpless.

He picked up the dildo. Pam strained to look back over her shoulder at the long, thick, stainless steel rod in his hand. She could just see it out of the corner of her eye, glinting in the bright light. The incredible feeling of the shocks it gave her deep in her cunt would never fade from her memory. Neither would the intensity of the orgasms it delivered.

A cold shiver ran up her spine as his hand moved down over her back to her ass. She sighed, trembling with fear, and braced herself to feel the cold tip of the dildo touch the tender opening of her asshole. He gently rubbed her warm, soft, fleshy ass, spread her cheeks apart, and Pam felt the icy cold machine touch her asshole.

"No," she screamed. She thrashed madly and tried to squeeze her legs together to stop him from putting it in, but he merely put his knee in the small of her back to hold her still. Pam whimpered. Her hands were clenched into tight fists and the leather ropes cut into her wrists. Her emotions overwhelmed her and she began to weep at the futility of her struggle. She hated to give in to him.

Holding her open with one hand, the stranger placed the tip of the machine against her puckered asshole. Pam gasped, with a start. It was colder than she remembered, as if someone had put it in a freezer overnight. It was cold and emotionless like an unfeeling demon, without even the warmth of a machine. He pushed, working the cold metal tip neatly into her body. She winced as it spread her hole open painfully. It finally penetrated her sphincter and plunged slowly into her hole. Pam was sweating profusely and groaning desperately as it slid in.

This machine had done things to her no mere mortal man's penis ever had, or ever would. She loved it and hated it at the same time. She had experienced its torturous pleasures once, and she had no desire to feel it again.

He was twisting it as he pushed it in. How cruel could this guy be? She could feel the tiny electrodes scraping the insides of her tunnel walls. Did he get some sort of joy in knowing he was hurting her and causing her to fear him?

"Please take it out," Pam begged. The machine was stuck firmly inside her and she could do nothing to get it out. She only hoped he felt pity on her and took it out before he had a chance to turn it on. She could feel his hand on the end of the object, twisting it and moving it up and down. She would do anything to avoid being subjected to the torment it possessed.

"Not a chance, girl." His thumb flicked the switch to "on". Pam gasped and froze. Her eyes and mouth were side open. Her nostrils flared. Her skin tingled. Pleasure poured through her body in jolts, as if he had put a big funnel in her asshole and was filling her with boiling hot water.

Her asshole squeezed tight around the rod. The pleasure built and built inside her, and soon she was having an orgasm, one long, continuous climax that pounded her body over and over. It was a sensation that made her want to fuck and cry at the same time. Her toes curled up and the insides of her thighs burned. Her hips rose and fell off the soaked mattress. She thrusted up and down, thrashing as much as the ropes would let her, rubbing her belly on the wet sheets and flattening her tits into the mattress.

The stranger watched with fascination, standing safely back like she was a wild, unpredictable animal. Pam was gasping, panting, squealing and moaning. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat that made the light glisten off the delicate curves of her body. He wondered absently how long she could keep it up, but he didn't want to sit around and wait to find out. He reached down to the silver knob sticking out between her luscious cheeks and turned the device off. With a gasp of finality, Pam collapsed into a twitching, exhausted heap. He looked her over like a wolf sizing up his prey. Other than the trembling, twitching and occasional sob, she was not moving.

"No more," Pam begged, panting. Tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. She was unable to wipe them away. Her chest heaved as she sobbed and struggled to catch her breath. A steady trickle of juices dripped from her cunt like a leaky faucet. She was aware of her wetness, but she didn't care. She was just as unable to stop that as she was her tears, anyway.

The stranger appeared at her side again. She turned her eyes up to him. He bore the knife in front of him, like he was going to attack her with the weapon.

"Please," she muttered.

He lowered the blade toward her hands. Her eyes followed it. Pam wondered what it was going to feel like when he cut her. Instead, the blade hooked under the leather rope. He turned the sharp edge up, and it cut through the leather like it was nothing more than paper. Pam's arm fell to the mattress. She stared at it in disbelief, like she couldn't believe it belonged to her. He reached across the bed and cut the other rope. Pam lay there, stunned, unable to move, while he sliced the ropes that secured her ankles to the other end of the bed.

Pam cautiously turned her eyes up to him again. She was afraid to find out what he was going to do with the knife, now that he had cut her free. She found it hard to believe that anyone in this sorority would let this man injure her or even kill her just for an initiation rite, but he still might use it to scar her or brand her somehow. To her surprise, however, he sheathed the knife and put it back on the nightstand.

When he turned back, he had something else in his hands. Handcuffs. They made a loud ratchet sound when he snapped them open. He took her left hand and twisted it behind her back. Sensation had not yet returned to her arms, but Pam knew she was too weak to try to stop him, anyway. He did the same with her right wrist and locked them together behind her back.

Pam's cheek was pressed into the mattress. She was free now, but was still unable to make her body move to her will. She felt much more at ease, though, since he had put away the knife. The metal machine, however, was still lodged tight in her ass. Reaching down, she could just touch the tip of it with her pinky, not enough to pull it out. She couldn't push it out, either. That gel he used on her was more like some kind of strange glue.

She could hear him moving around the room. She turned her head to the other side and saw him in the shadows on the far side of the room, removing his pants. He turned toward the bed and she saw his long, thick cock hanging down below his huge gut. She quickly turned her head to the other side, dizzy with excitement. He was going to fuck her again.

Her skin tingled with renewed vigor, but maybe that was just the feeling returning to her arms and legs. She couldn't help but smile. Just knowing that a man was going to fuck her somehow made the world a sunny, happy place to live.

He climbed onto the bed beside her. It sagged under his weight. He touched her back, stroking her gently and tenderly like she was a pussy cat. She turned to face him. He was not the most handsome and debonair man she had ever been naked with in bed, neither did he have the best body, but she was satisfied with what he had, nevertheless. The only question on her mind was how this sadist was going to fuck her.

There was enough room on the bed for him to lay down on his side with his head propped up on his bent arm. They stared at each other for a few moments. She tried to read his thoughts, but his expressionless face betrayed no emotion. He rolled onto his back, patted his fat belly a few times and held his hands out for her.

"Come on, girl. Get up on top."

What am I, his pet? Pam thought. She pulled her knees up under her, pushed herself up with her shoulder and forehead, and sat back on her ankles with her knees bent and spread.

"I knew you could do it," he said. "Now come on. Hop up here." He patted his belly again. His erection stood tall and strong like a fencepost and, despite his attitude, she was anxious to climb on top of it, to feel it slide into her body and poke around her insides.

"Are you going to take this thing out of my ass?" Pam asked directly. He shook his head. An evil grin formed on his lips. "Are you going to turn it on again?" He nodded. Pam cursed under her breath. He chuckled at her.

"You will not regret this day, believe me," he said. "You will look back on these events fondly as the day you learned more about your body and your sexuality than any other day of your life, including the day you lost your virginity, or even your prom night."

Pam blushed uncontrollably. He uncannily seemed to know more about her than she did herself. Did someone tell him about her prom night? He couldn't possibly know about that unless she told him about it herself. She shook it off. He was watching her, but there was no compassion in his eyes, only desire, and it was a desire she understood. She felt it herself. She licked her lips. He grinned again.

"I knew you'd see it my way." He wiggled to settle himself into the mattress more comfortably. His thick cock waved back and forth like a busy fishing pole.

Pam crawled close to him on her knees, moving awkwardly without the use of her arms to balance herself. She was mounting him on the left side, just as if she was mounting a horse. The random thought that he was big enough to be a horse made her smile, and she didn't care what he thought were the reasons for her amusement.

Balancing herself carefully, she raised her right leg over his prone form, successfully straddling him. His prick pressed into her crotch and bent down. She knew there was no way she was going to get it inside her on her own. She moved her hips in and out, rubbing her wet slit along his hard shaft.

The stranger laid motionless with a passive grin and his eyes closed, letting her do what she would. Pam was sure he had to know she couldn't get his cock inside her without help from him. If she lifted her hips way up high, she could feel the head poking into her soft labia, but instead of going in when she lowered her hips, it would just slide up the crack of her ass and smear her juices all over her skin. He seemed perfectly satisfied to let her do this, but she wasn't satisfied. She wanted it in, not just rubbing the outside. The more she struggled to get it into her tight hole, the more frustrated she became.

Finally, he showed signs of life once more. His hands came up her thighs to her hips. He lifted her, moving her up on his round belly. One of his hands reached around her and guided his prick to the opening of her cunt. She sighed when she felt the fat head split her pussy lips. Pam lowered her weight once more, groaning as the shaft wormed its way into her.

She settled all her weight on him. It was a great relief to feel warm, hard flesh inside her once more. She ground her mound on his dick, churning her hips in a tight circle. There was nothing better in the world than having a hard dick inside her. She tightened her cunt around him and rode up and down while he massaged her tits. It was an incredible sensation having both stiff things inside her at the same time and feeling them rub against each other when she moved up and down.

His eyes were closed, so she stared down at him. His hips went up and down with hers. His fat belly vibrated exactly the way a bowl full of jelly would, further enhancing the idea that she was fucking Santa Claus. If he had the white hair and beard, she thought, the image would be too real.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He had caught her staring at him, and it made her think about how she felt about this man who had done so much to her. Did she love him? Probably not. She didn't hate him, either. She felt a certain intimate familiarity with every man, or woman, she made love with, and certainly this man was no exception. He was, however, too unpredictable for her to grow to care about too deeply. She liked rough, kinky sex once in a while, but not from a man she feared and could not trust. She had to remind herself that she was not considering him as a potential husband, since he was obviously much older than her and probably already had a wife and children and a prolific career outside these rooms. She did have to admit that he was right about one thing. She was learning more about herself and her sexuality than she ever thought she would.

A thought came to her as she lifted herself off his lap and slid back down on his pole. If he did have a wife, did he ever treat her to a night of sexual kinks like she had just experienced, or did he reserve it only for special occasions such as this? She imagined him living an apparently normal life in a suit and tie with a chubby, middle aged woman, and going away for one weekend a year to screw the hell out of a couple of freshman co-eds.

On the other hand, she could imagine that same dowdy, middle aged woman tied securely to their bed, completely naked, while their children slept soundly in the rooms down the hall and her husband subjected her to explicitly indiscreet probing with his dick and a variety of other obscure objects about which she would not bother to bring up at her next Tupperware party.

He put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her down on top of him, hugging her to his chest like she was his own daughter and he was comforting her before he gave her away at her wedding. She laid her cheek on his shoulder, happy to be held. His hips moved up and down, pushing his cock deep into her channel. She liked how her tingling, itchy nipples were scratched by the hair on his chest. She rubbed herself against his body like a cat to scratch them some more.

She could feel his heavy breath on her shoulder. His chest and belly moved her up and down with each heavy breath. Riding on him felt like laying on a waterbed while someone rocked it side to side.

Laying over him was actually more comfortable than she imagined. His body practically dwarfed her slender, fragile figure. She thought about her father and wondered if fucking him would have given her the same warm, happy feeling all over. What would he have thought of fucking her while her hands were cuffed behind her back? What would he think if he knew his only daughter was fucking some strange man with her hands cuffed?




The Hazing Ch. 10



His hands moved down her back, over her clasped arms, toward her ass. Pam was too busy absorbing all the luxuriant sensations her body was experiencing to pay attention to what he was doing. He squeezed her ass in both hands and moved her up and down. Pam squealed with excitement. She liked a man who took an active part in sex when she was involved. Too often, she was frustrated with guys who were passive and wanted her to do all the work.

His fingers grazed over the cold machine, and she suddenly remembered what it was in her ass. She tensed up and started to say something, but his finger found the switch and he turned it on.

Pam bolted upright over him. Her eyes and mouth were wide open. Lightning shot through her body in sudden jolts, leaving an intense, burning tingle inside her from her hair to her fingertips, all the way down to her toes. She arched her back in, pressing herself down on his cock. Both of her orifices tightened around the thick objects that filled them. She could feel the vicious machine in her asshole vibrating wickedly against the shaft of his cock through the thin membrane that separated her holes.

Her eyes closed. She gasped for breath. It was like there was no air in her lungs. She gulped air desperately, but she still felt like she was suffocating. Her body shuddered and shook violently. Her swollen tits trembled in his hands.

Then the orgasms exploded inside her, fast and hard, one excruciating climax leading directly to another. She screamed. There was no lag or decrease in the intensity of the orgasms. She experienced one long, constant peak. Her juices streamed from her hole, drenching their groins and soaking into the mattress. She was only barely aware that the stranger was moving her up and down with his hips and squeezing her tits. Her mind was blank of anything but bright, flashing lights behind her eyes. The last thing she felt before she fainted was the warmth of his thick cum spreading through her groin and a buzzing roar that rung in her ears.

Soft voices around her lulled Pam from her sleep. She opened her eyes with a deep gasp of air. She had finally caught her breath.

She looked around restlessly. She remembered having that machine in her ass, but it was gone now. So was the stranger. She was in a softly lit room full of girls, laying alone on a bed with clean, fresh sheets. Someone was wiping her forehead with a moist washcloth. Pam looked up at the girl. It was Christine.

"She's awake," Christine said, turning to the other girls. More familiar faces appeared around the bed looking down at her, but Pam was in no condition to try to put names with all of them.

"Good morning," one of them said. Pam looked at her. She was blonde and beautiful. She vaguely recalled her name being Julie, or something. Julianna, of course.

"Morning?" Pam said. "How long have I slept?"

"Since late yesterday afternoon. It's Monday morning, now."

Pam looked down at herself. She was under a sheet without any clothes on. Her toes were sticking up at the other end. She wiggled them, just to see if they moved. They did.

"Did I bleed?" she asked.

Julianna shook her head. "Not at all. One of our doctors examined you and declared you perfectly fit."

Pam nodded, not really sure what she meant by one of their doctors. She was still a little dizzy, and that might explain why she couldn't think straight.

Pam looked around at the other girls in the room. Very few of the faces she recognized, and none of them were the other girls who pledged with her and Christine.

"What happened to the other girls?" Pam asked.

"They washed out," Julianna said.

"You and I are the only ones who made it," Christine said, her voice tinged with excitement. "Look what they gave us." She held up her hand to show her the gold ring with the small diamond. "It's engraved with my name and my year. You got one, too." She lifted Pam's hand. Pam moved her hand closer to her eye to examine the ring. It was quite beautiful.

"And you each have one of these," Julianna said, handing a necklace to Pam. It was a delicate gold chain with a pendant. The number 94 was in white on a red background with a black border. "Any time you meet a man or a woman wearing a similar pendant, you are to be their slave, if the year they were initiated is earlier than yours. If you meet someone whose year is later than yours, they are to be your slave."

"Is this some kind of secret society?" Pam asked.

"Exactly." Julianna handed her some small packages. "Now, if you'd like, you can look at some of the photos we took for you."

Pam sat up, crossed her legs, and opened the envelopes and pulled out a series of photographs, each one a different angle of her fucking a different stranger, in various stages of bondage and at different levels of ecstasy. It was embarrassing to know that more than one person had been watching her go through this, but the images themselves made her horny.

"Are these for blackmail?" Pam asked.

"Oh, no. Not at all. Merely for your enjoyment. You can do with them what you wish." Julianna got up and left Pam and Christine to be on their own.

Christine looked at the pictures as Pam handed them to her. "Wow. You went through a lot."

"Yeah. I did." Pam was just as amazed at some of the things she had done and the things they had done to her. They looked impossible.

"Do you want to see my pictures?" Christine asked.

"Sure."

Christine handed another envelope to Pam. "Welcome to the club."