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Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 01

By: AlexisMontage



The steel door slamming shut echoed down the cinder block hallway as Mandy dove face first into her pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks. About three minutes passed before there was a gentle knock at the door.

Mandy sat up and slowly wiped the tears from her eyes with a stuffed teddy bear and got up to open the door. It was unnecessary; the door creaked open before she got there.

"Is everything OK?"

At the sight of another person, Mandy broke down again in a stream of sobs. It was Kirsten, her roommate. Kirsten glanced around the spartan dorm room, half of which was decorated with homemade signs and banners for Gamma Chi. "The bid party was tonight, wasn't it?" 

Mandy nodded and handed her a crumpled up piece of paper that had already been soaked with tears and went right back to the pillow. At least the pillowed drowned out the cries. The letterhead crinkled as she opened it, flattening it out with her hands.

"We regret to inform you," Kirsten read aloud, "that you have not been accepted for this year's Gamma Chi pledge class. Of course, as a legacy, you are entitled and encouraged to apply again next fall. Thank you for your interest in Gamma Chi and we wish you success this year at State University."

"So you didn't get in?" Kirsten asked, looking away from the letter. Kirsten never understood exactly why her roommate was so focused on that sorority. But she hadn't known Mandy that well. They had gone to the same high school but weren't really friends; the random drawn for dorms had thrown them together and when they moved into the room ten days ago, it was probably the first time they had talked in years.

Kirsten wasn't exactly the skater/stoner type that most people thought she was when they saw her long blond bangs, nose ring, and marker-colored Chucks. But she did hang out with them a lot, and smoked a joint every now and then.

Mandy couldn't be more different; in her plaid skirt and sleeveless sweater, she looked every bit like Betty Draper. Kirsten used to joke that Mandy walked right out of the Tommy Hilfiger catalog. It wasn't as funny anymore since half their room looked that way. She didn't mind as long as Mandy didn't complain about her music, or the loser-ish looking boys who stopped by every now and then.

After drifting for a minute, Kirsten refocused. Since they both ended up in a college out of state so far from home, she thought she needed a friend, someone comfortable she knew – and she knew Mandy needed a friend right now, too.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry that you didn't get in." She said quietly. "Those girls are bitches. Maybe you're better off without them?" her voice lilted slightly at the end, unsure if that was the right thing to say. Mandy's sobs had receded to soft sniffles and she sat up, folding her hands neatly in her lap as she looked down.

"You're probably right, K. It's just that pledging Gamma Chi meant so much to me." She jerked her head back slightly, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"I just don't understand why you'd want to be in a group so badly that didn't want you," Kirsten asked.

"It's not that," Mandy retorted. "My mom pledged Gamma Chi here – so I'm a legacy – and that's why I came to State. I don't know if you knew this – but she met my dad at the spring formal her junior year, and their story was so romantic. I don't know," she paused, "I guess I just wanted the same kind of romantic story for me, and I felt like this is what I needed to do to get it."

"Mandy – is that it? Is it over? I mean, is there some kind of petition or appeals process?" Kirsten was searching for something to say that would help. "I saw they said you could reapply."

"No – that's only their way of trying to be nice to me because of my mom. I knew when I got there today I wasn't getting in. One of the officers pulled me aside and told me about the financial requirements. You know, things have been tough for my dad since the real estate market collapsed, and we haven't done as well as we used to. It was a real stretch for them to send me here. Somehow the sorority knew that – I think one of the girls had seen my financial aid application and that's how they knew. Unless he wins the lottery, I don't think I'm ever getting in."

"Those bitches." Kirsten stood up and started pacing around the rug, Mandy's plaid teddy bear under her arm. "If I didn't know any better, I'd bet that girl is sleeping with someone at the financial aid office. Sure as shit she's not working there," she fumed. "It's still early, let's head over to the Quad and see if we can figure something out."

Nothing came to them that night, or the next night. But two days later, Kirsten was sitting on a bench on the quad looking over the list of clubs to join when a gorgeous and well-built blonde sat down next to her.

"Are you new to campus?" the girl asked, her southern drawl dripping out like honey.

"Yes, I'm a first year. I just moved to town about two weeks ago." Kirsten hated the word freshman, because, well, she wasn't a man.

"Well, welcome then. I see you're looking over the list of groups to join – have you found any?"

"No, not yet. I'm in the creative writing program in the English department and I'm a little worried about my course load," Kirsten responded, looking away and hoping her new "friend" would take the hint.

"I see. Well, you know, they say the best way to make friends in college is to join some groups – have you pledged anywhere? A lot of out-of-state students go Greek when they don' t know anyone at State."

"That's funny," Kirsten looked at the leggy blonde and chuckled. "I'm not the sorority type, and my roommate had a disaster of a rush week at Gammi Chi, so I'm probably not interested." Then she looked down and started writing in her notebook.

"Well, I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you won't let that experience affect the way you think about us. Not every Greek is the way you've seen in the movies," she responded.

Kirsten looked her over. Her yoga pants and athletic top both concealed and displayed what looked like a perfect body. Her Tiffany bracelet and giant white Kate Spade bag completed the look. "I should have figured you were Greek. Isn't all the pledging over anyway? I thought the bid parties were last week."

"Most of them were, except for us. I'm the rush captain for our sorority, and we're a little," she paused for dramatic effect. "Different from some of the other Greek groups on campus. We're looking for more, how could I say this, nontraditional applicants? Our founders figured out a long time ago that a lot of good girls get left out in the regular Greek process, and wanted a group that was .... Different."

At this, Kirsten stopped scribbling in her notebook and looked back up with a raised eyebrow. This sorority thing still wasn't for her, but maybe this girl had a solution for Mandy. It wasn't Gamma Chi, but it was something.

The girl could see the wheels turning in Kirsten's head. She stuck out her hand, which held a pink piece of paper. 

"My name's Madison, it's nice to meet you. Here's a flyer on an informational meeting for our sorority. It's on Saturday night at our house." She flipped over the paper and wrote Madison and her phone number. "I do hope that you and your roommate will come by. What was your name again?"

"I hadn't given it to you. It's Kirsten – that's Kirsten, not Kristen," she replied, still considering the idea.

"Well, Kirsten," she said, giving her a knowing wink as she said her name, "I'm sensing that it might not be for you – which is OK – but I hope you come for, what was your roommate's name?"

"Mandy."

"Yes, for Mandy. If she applies, she'll need a character reference – and I'm assuming she doesn't know very many people at this university, either."

"No she doesn't," Kirsten softly replied back, having let her guard down once she realized the pitch was not to her. Madison handed the flyer to her again.

"My name and digits are on the back – text me if you need anything!" Madison shouted as she walked away. 

Kirsten looked down at the flyer to read it: "Lambda Epsilon Zeta – sorority open house. All are welcome! Saturday at 7 pm." Although she had kind of a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't place it, so she ignored it. She folded the flyer up and stuffed it in her pocket as she grabbed her messenger bag and stood up to walk away. This sorority thing may not have been her cup of tea, but after four nights of listening to Mandy cry herself to sleep, she was ready to try anything to get her over it. She started thinking about how she was going to convince Mandy to go. After all, Madison did look like her type.

Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 02



"Mmph." Hannah was jolted awake by the most intense pain in her ass that she had ever felt. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. But "Mmph" was all that came out. The air smelled of smoke and vaguely like burnt bacon.

"That should about do it. I think it should come out very nicely. The brand comes out really well on a fair skinned ass." Her eyes darted to see a stocky middle-aged and bald man with tattoo covered biceps standing over her, holding a glowing iron rod.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I didn't realize you were up. It's so nice of you to join us." Hannah tried to turn her head when she realized it was restrained. She moved her eyes scanning the room. It was cold and that's when Hannah realized she was naked. Behind "Mr. Clean" were bright, surgical lights. As best as she could tell, she had been secured to some kind of medical table; her creamy, smooth legs were hiked in stirrups, and her sex was exposed to the open air. Hannah tried to scream again but it felt like she had a racquetball in her mouth. The more she screamed the more drool ran down the side of her cheek.

"Calm down. You can fight all you want but in another day, it's not going to make a difference." She recognized that lullaby southern drawl and her eyes turned to panic. "Yes, Hannah. At least that's your name for now. It's me, Madison, the 'sorority pledge captain,' and you should be proud that you've just completed the first step of your initiation."

Madison's long blonde tresses fell onto Hannah's face as she reached over her body to unfasten the leather strap across her forehead. With her head free, she could move to see the mirror Madison was holding next to her left butt cheek to reveal a swollen, red and black Greek character branded onto her ass.

"That's a lambda, in case you're wondering, so everyone knows where you came from, 'pledge.'" She chuckled, staring in to Hannah's eyes, deep emerald pools. "We have a few more modifications to make, but we won't know which until your negotiations are complete. It will make me sad to get rid of this. I love gingers." Madison grinned as she grabbed a fistful of Hannah's exposed public hair and yanked it. "I had been wondering if you were a natural redhead, firecrotch." Hannah tried to kick but could only thrust her pelvis pitifully with her legs so tightly secured.

Water pooled up in her eyes as a solitary tear rolled down her faintly freckled cheek. "You can cry all you want but ..." Madison trailed off as her cellphone buzzed. "But I guess I have to take this. " Madison pulled the phone out of her pocket and pressed the Skype icon.

"Ahs soolamb alaykim, Master," Madison lilted.

"Wa alaykumu a-salam, Madison. How are things coming with the Irish girl? Were you able to verify her virginity?" The master gently stroked his beard as she rotated the phone to show him the merchandise.

"Good, your highness. She's intact and on the table for preparation. Have you selected a winning bidder?"

Hannah whipped her head back around toward Madison; she had always been so proud of keeping her abstinence pledge – she had stupidly even mentioned it in her pledge interview. Had it cost her freedom, or maybe even her life?

"Yes. It would appear that Liu Chen has won the bidding upon verification. He will be arriving tomorrow to pick up the goods and has a few special requests."

"Certainly, sir. What shall we do?"

"Madison, have Dirk complete piercing package B and tattoo her with Mr. Liu's bar code. We were able to secure $250,000 for this one, and your cut on delivery will be the standard 20%."

"Thank you, Master. Is there anything else?"

"No. Just have a good crop ready after this weekend's recruitment event."

"Yes sir." Madison ended the call. "Dirk, she needs package B, and I'll text you the QR code for tattooing."

Hannah's head darted back and forth frantically as she looked over the two people planning what to do next to her body. Dirk saw the panic in her face and calmly stroked the flat spot between her large breasts and said in his gravelly voice "Don't worry, darling. I'll be gentle with you."

Dirk grabbed her left breast and squeezed it a couple of times – Hannah was well endowed but because she was lying down on her back, her breasts swayed and flopped. He grabbed her tiny pink nipple and started squeezing and tugging on it. She couldn't imagine reacting to him in this position – totally exposed with her ass still on fire. Yet the nipple quickly snapped erect as Hannah let out a soft moan.

Hannah became so distracted by Dirk's manipulations that she didn't notice the needle before he pushed it through her nipple. "Hermpph," she panted, her head jerking up and down. 

"That's not so bad, now is it?" Dirk chuckled. "One down, two to go." He lifted up her left tit to show her a shiny silver ring hanging down from her still erect nipple. He dropped her tit and flicked the ring, watching it bounce back and forth across her areola. The tears welled up again in those emerald eyes and trickled down both sides of her face. 

"Two to go?" she thought; where else was he going to pierce? "Hermpph" she yelled again. In her worries over the piercing on her left nipple she hadn't even noticed the right breast. Dirk looked up and smiled, flicking the right nipple ring just like he did the other side.

"Now this one's going to hurt a bit. I think I'll shave you first." She felt Dirk's warm but weathered hands brush across her pubic mound as he lathered her up. The water and shaving soap drained down her slit and mixed with her own juices which had begun to flow. She tried to jerk against the restraints but it was to no avail. He made short work of her muff and wiped her off with a towel.

Dirk snapped the top of a latex glove as he slid two fingers inside her pussy. "Well, you are enjoying this, aren't you? You girls fight it, but everyone I've ever had on this table gets wet. Never fails. I'd love to take it further but the master would cut off my nuts if the buyer showed up and you weren't a virgin." He paused, then smirked "I guess I could help you out a little." 

As he talked, he squeezed her clit between his thumb and index finger, slowly rolling it around and tugging on it. Hannah first shot him an evil look and then pleaded with her eyes, "Please, don't." 

"Darlin, you're eyes say no, but the cunt says yes. At then end of the day, all you college girls is just cunts." As he tugged and twisted her clit, Hannah's head jerked and her hips started to buck up and down. He worked her so that his hands and her hips reached a slow rocking motion and juices started to run down her thighs. As she bucked back and forth against his rough fingers, Dirk grabbed a large needle and a wine cork with this other hand. He slipped his cold, shiny forceps onto her engorged clit and Hannah let out a huge moan, drooling all over the sides of her face. He slid the needle through the forceps and Hannah lunged backward with a jerk. 

"Hrmpph! Hrmpphhh!, Hrrrmmph!!!" she screamed through the gag. Her eyes rolled backward as her head slammed back onto the table. Her chest heaved up and down and she started to shake and wimper.

"Damn, girl. I'm going to need a shower," said Dirk, shaking her juices off of his hands. She began sobbing uncontrollably as she realized she had squirted all over him. Hannah's entire upper body blushed and she couldn't meet his eyes – at the moment of the most intense pain she had ever felt, when she was completely out of control of her body, she also had the most – the only – orgasm she had ever experienced. She shuddered again and started to cry.

"It's ok, sweetheart. You're not the first." He reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes and she was overcome by the musky smell on his fingers – immediately she knew it as her own scent. "This one's nice, though." Dirk held the mirror between her legs. Hannah couldn't figure out what it was – she saw a shiny ring pierced through her clit with a small silver cone dangling from it. Dirk flicked it and it clinked. "You know they say, every time a bell rings and angel gets its wings. I guess you'll be making lots of angels." 

He bent over her – his tongue brushed against her face like sandpaper as he licked her before pecking her on the lips and slapped her ass. "It's been real. Yǒu yīgè liánghǎo de lǚxíng! That's Mandarin for 'Have a good trip.'" He walked away, and she was left alone in the room for the first time since she woke up.

Mandy blonde tresses bounced up and down in the mirror as she blended in her blush again. "I'm glad you did the smoky eyes, K. I think they make you look sexy." Kirsten leaned into the bathroom.

"Let's go over this one more time. I'm happy to go with you tonight so you have a friend – and I'll be a character reference but I AM NOT joining this sorority." 

Mandy leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek. "You're a good friend. I do appreciate your coming – and I am pretty sure they'll change your mind about signing up." She winked and patted Kirsten on the ass as they walked out of their room and into the long concrete hallway.

"Let's go," said Kirsten, grabbing Mandy by the hand and her clutch in the other. "You don't want to be late for your first interview. The open house starts in 30 minutes."



Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 03



Dust particles danced in the shafts of afternoon sun that leaked in through the window blinds. Madison's chair creaked gently as she leaned back, staring blankly out the second floor window. 

"I enjoyed it a lot more when we gave them the full training regimen before we sold them. I was an artist back then; I brought joy to my work." Dirk broke the silence as he walked in the room and plopped in the large leather and wooden chair in front of her desk. The cushion audibly deflated as his weight settled in. "I also love these Morris chairs. Those Craftsman designers really understood their craft - that they were building something. I used to build things. Now I just break 'em."

The desk chair creaked again as Madison slowly turned to face him. "Like when you broke me?"

"You were one hell of a bitch when we brought you in off that Southern California campus. I'm still kind of surprised the sheik let you go. I built you into some piece of ass by the time I was done."

"The market's changed, Dirk. We couldn't keep up demand the old ways, and the buyers don't require that kind of product quality anymore," Madison replied, staring off into the corner of the room. "The sheik could always get another 'hot piece of ass.' The girls are smarter now, more careful, and with social media they're more connected. They were getting wise to our game. Like they won't take a drink from a stranger at a bar anymore."

"So he sent you back to recruit?"

"The sheik perceived that best strategy was to reinforce the personal -- to find girls seeking relationships and connect with them. So he sent me here to do that. I know what's expected, what's demanded of these girls and look young enough to still pull off being an upperclassman. Plus, everybody trusts a Southern girl."

"It sounds like BS, if you ask me." Dirk was skeptical.

"We'll see tonight. Are we set up?"

"It looks like the bastard child of Miley Cyrus and an Amway convention downstairs, if that's what you mean."

Madison rolled her eyes. She wouldn't have put up with Dirk's shit if he weren't the best. They didn't usually need to break the girls anymore -- that's where he was a fucking Rembrandt. Hell, he created "Madison" like she was made of clay, not the suburban wallflower she was a decade ago when Dirk pulled her into a windowless van during one of her early morning runs. But for such a gruff redneck he had a gentle touch and could work wonders in the short time they worked the girls. The sheik told her Dirk used to train bird dogs down in Texas, which is where he learned it. She called him the "slave whisperer."

"You just miss that goddamn child molester van," shaking her head.

"Damn straight. These parties are risky. The van always worked -- never got caught. You ladies run fast, but when its dark and you're alone, you cain't outrun the van!" Dirk chuckled and slapped his knees with open hands. "Girls will be here in 30 -- you better get ready."

"I'm not worried. We've got a good team working tonight, and we only need to take four more girls before we shut it down." Mandy trailed off as she walked out of the room.

Mandy and Kirsten trudged up the hill. "Are you sure you read the address right?"

"Yes, Mandy. I told you I couldn't find the website and I didn't have time to stop by the student activities office to verify the address. Wait -- I think this is it. 745 E 32nd street."

"Is that it across the street?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd expect Mike Brady to walk down that driveway. Jesus, their house looks like shit."

Neither of the girls were impressed by the low slung two story ranch house whose address matched the flyer. They felt better when they saw Greek letters on the front of the building. Two cute girls in short miniskirts walked out the front door and hung a rush banner.

"Um, hi. Is this the Lambda Epsilon Zeta house? We're supposed to be here for an open house."

"Well, hello and welcome! Y'all have found the right spot! We're fixin' to get started so y'all are right on time. How are you? My name is Amber Lynn and this is Veronica. We're on the Lam-Eps recruiting committee and we are so happy to have you join us!"

Kirsten took a step back. She thought if you could bottle the "personality" flowing out of this chick it would get people higher than a kite. As it was, "Amber Lynn" was a little strong for her taste. Mandy is going to owe me big for this, she thought to herself.

"Thank you, I'm Mandy and this is my roommate Kirsten. We're freshman and just moved to State. We're so excited to meet you!"

"I'm Veronica, but you can call me Ronnie. We're roomies, too, right here in the house. Have y'all thought about applying for a room here? We just had one open up."

Kirsten was just standing there with her mouth open when Mandy elbowed her in the ribs. I really should have prepped her on a rush party etiquette, Mandy thought.

"Uh, hello. I'm Kirsten. Mandy's roommate, but I guess you already knew that," she stumbled.

"Let's, um, not, like, um, spend all night on the front porch, y'all come on in," Amber Lynn smiled as she practically drug the two girls inside.

"So, Amber," Kirsten started.

"Amber Lynn, yes"

"Uh, Amber Lynn, didn't the semester just start? How did a room open up this time of year?" Something felt odd but she couldn't place it.

"That's a great question, Kirsten. I'm really only technically part of the pledge committee. I'm our academic officer and handle alumnae relations." Ronnie chimed in. "All of the social business that Amber Lynn and Madison handle is great, but we also stress academic performance for our Lam-Eps sisters. Amber Lynn, why don't you take Mandy in and start introducing her to the sisters? I think Kirsten is just here as her chaperone, anyway." Ronnie was a quick study and had sized Kirsten's personality up both quickly and correctly. 

"Our sister Hannah was able to graduate in three years, plus the summer sessions this year. We're so proud of her - she just landed a plumb assignment in Hong Kong. Since we hadn't invited any pledges yet, we were happy to let her stay until they were ready for her in China. She moved out this morning."

"That's too bad. I wish Mandy could have met her," she recovered. "Ronnie, doesn't that put you at kind of a disadvantage for housing? I mean, don't all your pledges already have somewhere to live?" Kirsten wondered.

"Well, we sometimes have a semester with an open room or two, but we usually stay full. Most of our girls like life in the house so much it seems like they never want to leave. And you never know when plans change -- more people end up moving during the semester than you might think."

Based on Madison's early report, Ronnie thought that Mandy was the target. But while they talked, she discretely glanced Kirsten up and down. She wasn't a 'traditional' beauty, but she was trim and had perky but round, full boobs. Her hair was dark and short in the back with long blonde bangs constantly falling into her eyes. She didn't have any visible tattoos, but did have several piercings in her ears and a ring in the side of her nose. If she could take some punishment, she might be a fit for one of their requirements.

They walked into the living room of the house. About two dozen folding chairs were scattered around the room. It was reasonably furnished, although dated. But the pieces were high-quality. There were no "college apartment" couches in this house. A bar and a DJ setup along the west wall were flanked with a variety of hand-painted sorority posters.

Kirsten found Mandy across the room, turned to Ronnie and shook her hand before walking over to join her roommate. Mandy was sitting with three girls, each of whom could have been her twin. She started to introduce herself when Madison walked in front of the seated girls.

"If I could have everyone's attention, we'd like to get started. My name is Madison and I'm the president of Lambda Epsilon Zeta sorority this term. In case you haven't heard we go by Lam-Eps and are a little different from the traditional Greek group."

Kirsten zoned out during Madison's talk and looked around the room. Mandy's skirt had slid up her thigh, revealing her bare leg. Most girls put on the "Freshman 15" when they started school, but a month in, but her roommate seemed to be getting fitter. Mandy had encouraged them to workout at the gym and it showed. Medium height, her thighs were firm and ass was tight in her skirt. It helped Kirsten, too, because she had started a work-study job in the library -- although there weren't any books in the building anymore -- and had a tight schedule between classes and the job.

In fact, her head snapped back a couple of times as she drifted away. She lunged her head forward and stood up to walk around the room. Altogether there were 18 girls seated in the room. She figured it was obvious why half of them were here. They had no chance on sorority row and were desperate. They were either too fat or too ugly or just didn't fit the "sorority girl" prototype. The other half were beautiful -- kind of surprising no one had bid them. Maybe they were poor or annoying. What she didn't know was how many others were there like her -- just escorting a friend to something that was important to them.

Madison stood at the front of the room, and Kirsten almost didn't recognize her. Gone were the yoga pants and she instead wore a trim, light grey pencil skirt and a light pink sleeveless silk blouse. She looked even more fit in this outfit than the workout clothes she was wearing when they met. She was tall and had incredibly fit arms. Women always notice the arms. She had a tight, round ass. I bet she does a shitload of squats and lunges, Kirsten thought. She was maybe 5'10" and didn't need the 4 inch black alligator stilettos to be the tallest person in the room. More than anything, Madison physically resembled the State volleyball players that ate at the table across from them in the cafeteria.

She had long, wavy blonde hair and her tan skin offset her deep blue eyes -- not like pools of water, but more like sapphires set in her head. Not that Kirsten was into girls, but she was taken with this beautiful woman.

Behind her stood Amber Lynn, a short, Texan brunette, and former high school head cheerleader with the legs to prove it. All Kirsten could think was "this is not a democracy, it's a cheerocracy" every time she looked at her. 

Ronnie stood next to Amber Lynn. She was about 5'5", thin but not athletic and vaguely Hispanic. She wore glasses and sported a "hot for teacher" look. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted what must have been the maintenance man -- stocky and bald -- shaven, really -- he had a shirt with a name on it, but she couldn't make it out. Kirsten noticed a few other girls behind Ronnie when Madison caught her attention.

"So that's what Lam-Eps is all about. I think we'll be having some alumnae later to mix with us, but for now are there any questions? Kirsten? You're standing up. I know you'd be interested in our academic support and the national writing contest scholarship! Can we count on you to rush Lam-Eps? Are you our first pledge class member this year?"

This was the second time today she had been caught flat-footed. Damn, I wish I had been paying attention. "Uh . .. I'm not, I don't ..." she stammered. She looked around the room for a lifeline and saw the other girls clapping for her. Before she knew it, she committed "Yes, uh sure. I'm interested in joining."

"Are you sure? You don't sound very committed. Let's hear your commitment to Lam-Eps!" Madison shouted.

"Come on! Let's go Kirsten! You can do it!" the other girls were shouting. Mandy was jumping up and down. I want to fucking kill her, Kirsten thought to herself. "Well, then I'm in!" She shouted back.

"Ladies, please welcome Kirsten -- our first member of this year's Lam-Eps pledge class!" Madison repeated back loudly. Ronnie ran over and put her arms around Kirsten.

"I know you probably didn't come here to join, but I'm so happy you've decided to become one of us. It will change your life in ways you can't imagine," Ronnie whispered in her ear. Her breath was hot and Kirsten swore Ronnie gave her outer ear a brief lick.

She was in a daze and didn't even notice who else joined. She heard squealing and crying and the faint hint of champagne corks popping in the background, although she never saw the bottles. Amber Lynn passed out glasses of champagne and the DJ cranked up the music. The ceremony was over and the party started as Mandy nearly knocked her over with a bear hug, jumping up and down. "I'm so happy you joined with me! We're going to be sisters forever! You won't regret this! You'll see - pledging will change your life!"

Early the next morning there was a loud knock at the door. Al Bustamante immediately reached for his cell phone to call 911 when he saw inside. The floor was littered with 14 unconscious nude women. Other than their clothes, some trash, and the rental furniture Al had been called to pick up, everyone and everything else was gone. 

Madison, Ronnie, Amber Lynn and four of the pledges might as well have been ghosts. It would be Tuesday before anyone noticed that Mandy and Kirsten were gone; Kirsten had seen to it they didn't have classes until Tuesday afternoon. 

As the other Lam-Eps pledges began to awake, they all had what they described as the "mother of all hangovers." It would be into the next semester before any of the girls found out about their star turn on the "Girls of State U" website, selling memberships at $99 per year, which featured their performance at the open house that night.

Mandy's eyes flashed open first. The first thing she saw were closed, smoky eyes inches from her own. Kirsten's bangs were stuck to the side of her own face. It was dark but she sensed they were moving. She tried to say something and realized she was gagged -- there was some sort of ball in her mouth and the other side -- was in her roommate Kirsten's mouth! She began to suspect that the fluid soaking her cheeks was either Kirsten's vomit or drool -- she knew the smell was organic -- but it was musty and vaguely familiar. She puked in the back of her throat but swallowed most of it back down before it came out.

She couldn't move her hands either and it felt like her shoulder had been ripped out of its socket. Mandy's eyes glanced down and she gasped in horror to see her nude body pressed against the naked breasts of her "sister." Tied together they rocked back and forth as their vehicle - it looked vaguely like the inside of an old van - rumbled over the highway. She wondered if the warm sensation rubbing her bare back and ass was another girl.

She couldn't see Amber Lynn when she heard her crow. "Looks like one of our little girls is awake!"

A man's voice she didn't recognize blurted out "We should get ready to stop. We've got to hose down the product before they all get stuck together." With that, Mandy felt a warm trickle run down her leg. She whimpered, partly because there was pee running down her leg, and partly because she didn't know whose pee it was. It wouldn't be the last time she was covered in someone else's urine, as she would find soon enough.



Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 04



Looking around, it appeared to Mandy that they were in some sort of van; its speed slowed significantly and shook considerably. The van had pulled off of pavement and was rumbling over a rock drive way. It jerked to a stop and Mandy heard a door slam. The van slowly pulled ahead and stopped again; the driver turned it off.

The inside of the van was flooded with light; the back doors flew open. A man's gruff voice shouted "Rise and shine, sweethearts! We're home." With a jerk he lifted the conjoined Mandy and Kirsten out of the van and to the ground. The rough shells on the driveway cut her feet. Kirsten violently shook awake; pulling Mandy's head back and forth. "Mmpphhh!" she screamed repeatedly when she realized she was nude, bound to Mandy inches from her face. Squirming, she pulled the two of them over with a start, screaming as they both hit the caliche. 

"Shit, Dirk," a honey sweet voice drawled. Kirsten's eyes darted up and saw a blonde mane drooping down over a shadowed face. 

"UUUHHHH!" was all she managed to scream through the gag that bound her face to her roommates'. 

"Uh, yeah, it's me, sweetheart. Bless your heart, you slept the whole way. Didja have a good trip?" Madison's bright white smile broke up her backlight silhouette. With a handful of each girl's hair in each fist, she pulled them back to standing. "Shit, Dirk. There's blood all over these girls arms. Ronnie, darling, go with him and get these girls cleaned up. I've got to take off this damn wig."

"Yes, ma'am." Ronnie snapped back. "C'mon, ladies. We're not getting any younger." Kirsten felt the cold touch of the side of a knife blade and with a jerk her arms sprung loose. She bent over and cut the cable ties around her ankles as well. After doing the same for Mandy she looked the two of them in the eyes. "Which of the two of you is going to bitch the most? Mandy, I think that's you." She unbuckled the gag from the back of Kirsten's head.

Shaking her head from side to side, Kirsten screamed "Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing to us? Let me out of here."

"Bad move." Dirk's rough hand slapped her on the back of the head. He grabbed her by the arm, squeezing her bicep and cut off her panties in one motion. He stuffed the torn fabric in her mouth and shouted at Ronnie. "Honey, if you're going to do this, do it right. Never cut their arms free until they're inside, and always have a gag ready. Get in my bag in the front seat and bring me two large cable ties and a roll of duct tape." 

Ronnie ran back with the bag. Dirk grabbed the silver roll and wrapped tape around Kirsten's mouth a couple of times. She struggled against his grip as he zipped her wrists behind her again. "Here you go." He handed a zip tie to Ronnie and she did the same to Mandy. "Now, let's go inside."

Ronnie led the two of them inside; Kirsten looked her up and down. Her "sexy librarian" look was gone and was wearing tight black tactical pants that tightly hugged her perfectly round ass. As she turned to talk to the girls, Kirsten could see her braless, ample cleavage hanging out her black cotton oxford that was only halfway buttoned. Her hair, black streaked with blonde highlights, was in a tight bun. Everything about her look said "ruthless efficiency."

Kirsten and Mandy stumbled into the rollup doors of a small warehouse. The air smelled of salt, and faintly of dead fish. Kirsten thought she heard the plaintive cries of a seagull overhead pitying the fate which had befallen them. Dirk walked just head of Ronnie and stopped in front of a 72" monitor mounted on a wall. 

As she looked around the room, it was spartan and the floor and walls appeared to be painted a light gray color. The ceilings were high with a variety of chains and hooks overhead. There was a blue hose—it looked like a garden house -- curled up in the corner. A small desk with four computer screens on the wall in front of it.

A gruff, bald man with sleeves tattooed on his bulging biceps was in front of the room, next to Ronnie. Everyone called him Dirk. Mandy stood next to her. She was shaking and sobbing. Kirsten really wished she would shut the fuck up. They needed their wits about them to figure out to get out of this. Next to them were two other girls – they looked vaguely familiar – maybe she recognized them from the party. One was a tall, thin Asian girl with a round face and small boobs. The other was a short black girl with a light caramel colored skin. She wasn't fat but had extremely large and sagging boobs, large hips and buttocks. That girl's got some back, she thought.

"Hmmmmh." Dirk cleared his throat. "We're ready."

Everyone's eyes turned to the back of the room. Madison had removed her blonde wig to reveal a dark black pixie cut. She was leaning backwards in a folding chair, without pants, her head against the wall as a blonde ponytail moved side to side to side between her legs. "I'm not – I'll need a minute."

Kirsten immediately recognized the true blonde as Amber Lynn. She saw Amber Lynn's tongue flick in and out of Madison's slit. Her head moved and she saw black lines on the girl's hairless pudenda mound. Madison's fists clinched in Amber Lynn's hair and she let out a soft moan. The blonde slurped and puckered around Madison's engorged clit. Everyone heard a popping sound as Madison let out a yelp. Panting, she leaned forward and pushed Amber Lynn's forehead away from her dripping snatch. Surprised, the smaller girl fell backwards onto her ass. Recollecting herself, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of the grey hoodie she was wearing. "Now get yourself cleaned up, cunt, before the sheik calls."

"Yes, Mistress," Amber Lynn snapped. She jumped up and ran out of the room. Madison stood up and grabbed the black cargo pants that had been underneath her on the metal folding chair. As she bent over to put them on, Kirsten got a closer look at her crotch. Shiny and dripping from Amber Lynn's saliva, she felt some weird stirring inside her own body. There was a slight tingle in her back and she was sure her nipples were hard. Madison turned and Kirsten saw the black lines more clearly – her eyes widen with shock as she realized it was a UPC code tattooed on her crotch.

She had stared too long. "Take a picture, it will last longer, slut" Madison drawled. Everyone but the four girls in the center of the room chuckled. "I never figured you had a taste for girls, but after last night, and then now today, we'll have to take that into account in our plans for you." Kirsten blushed and looked away. "Oh, or was it my tattoo? You'll have one soon that you can look at." 

Madison walked to the front of the room. While everyone else was watching the show, Dirk had grabbed the hose and turned it on. He sprayed the four girls down and the forceful, cold water made each of them squeal and jump back.

"Enough fun, ladies." Dirk growled. "We've got to get you cleaned up before we get started." Ronnie moved quickly behind them removing what shreds of clothing remained on their shivering bodies. Dirk hosed them down again. Ronnie walked back up and showered them with a white powder that resembled flour. "That's for delousing. I don't really think you have lice. But after I saw it in the Shawshank Redemption I thought it was so dehumanizing, I've done it to every group of girls since then. The girls stood completely naked and shivering, each now crying and covered in delousing powder. They looked like giant chicken fingers ready to be dropped in a fryer.

"Ok, Dirk. That's enough for now. Hose 'em down again." After another round of squirming and squealing, the girls settled into a soft whimper. "Ladies, my name is Madison and I'd like to welcome you as the newest additions to the inventory of the Lambda organization. We are the world's largest provider of female sex slaves. You are now are property and will be selected for specific positions either within our brothels or in the service of one of our customers. Regardless of your final destination – your bodies, your thoughts, your lives – are no longer your own. You belong to us. The sooner you realize this, the easier the rest of your lives will be. And, who knows, if you play your cards right and you survive, you could move up within the organization. I was standing where you are a decade ago. Each of the girls before you are also property of Lambda. Amber Lynn is one of our more recent 'recruits.'"

Mandy heard a chair by the small desk- she turned her head quickly and saw Ronnie scoot up to the desk and turn on the monitors. At the same time, the large screen in front of them flashed on with the image of a man with a fine beard, aviator sunglasses and a colored scarf secured to his head with a black band.

"Mah-dee-suhn," he clucked. "I see you have last night's haul. Looks very nice from here." 

Kirsten looked around but couldn't see the camera.

"Yes, sheikh. The event produced some quality additions to our inventory. Shall we go over disposition plans? I knew you had orders in hand."

"Certainly, my dear. Firstly, we have an order for a 'bimbo pet.' Large breasts, blonde hair, not very bright. I was thinking Man-dee?"

"Yes, sir." Dirk walked behind her and grabbed her arms, dragging her to the back of the room.

"Nahhhhh." She squirmed violently back and forth trying to break his firm grip. Her soft, smooth skin was still wet and slippery. She escaped his grasp but fell, unbalanced from her bound position. She landed with a hard smack on her shoulder. 

"That does it." Dirk lifted Mandy up over his shoulder, her legs kicking above his head as she screamed around the rubber ball gag still tightly squeezed in her mouth. As he walked toward the back of the room he heard the sheikh's final words.

"Give her the full bimboization treatment, Mr. Dirk." A metal door slammed behind him. 

"Who is next, Ms. Mah-dee-sun?" 

"The punk girl, your highness, Kirsten?"

"Yes. We've had an order from Scandinavia for a 'butch.' Why don't you handle her training with Mr. Dirk's supervision?"

"Yes, sheikh."

Dirk had re-entered the room and didn't intend to make the same mistake. Before she knew what was happening the ceiling spun before Kirsten's eyes and she was looking at the floor from Dirk's muscular shoulder. She let out a muffled cry and began kicking. Dirk took her out the same door.

"And the other two, sheikh?"

"We need another anal slut. How's the black girl? Olishia, is it?"

"She has a very nice ass, sir. And the Asian, Mikki?"

"Prepare her for the brothel. Mr. Dirk can handle the two of them."

"Yes, sir." The monitor switched off. Amber Lynn walked in as Madison turned to Ronnie. "Crate these two up, and go help Dirk with the bimbo."

Ronnie led the two bound women through a door on the right side of the room. In front of them were two large dog crates. The women wrestled but were no match for Ronnie and Amber Lynn. They stuffed Mikki and Olishia each into a mesh steel crate and locked the doors. Ronnie flicked off the light and shut the door as they left.

The two girls could already hear a woman screaming from the room next door.



Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 05



Madison walked into the room where she had heard screaming and glanced over at Dirk. "How's it going?"

Both Dirk and Madison eyed over Mandy, completely nude with her arms bound above her head, suspended from the ceiling. Her toes barely touched the floor, causing her to sway. Her breasts were large enough that when hanging freely they almost swung at an opposite arc to the rest of her body. Mandy's face was streaked with black tears from the last of her mascara that hadn't come off in her earlier hosing down. Her blonde hair was matted against both sides of her head.

"She'll be fine." Dirk grunted as he took a long drag from his cigarette. Its amber end glowed brightly, shining on his face briefly before he took it from his lips and pressed it into the soft skin on Mandy's thigh next to her pussy. She screamed and tried to squirm away. "She just needs to learn to shut the fuck up and listen to what I tell her." He put the cigarette back in his mouth. "That's gonna leave a mark. Will you hand me those nipple extenders, sweetheart?"

"Sure thing. Do you want the clit vibrator, too?" Mandy's head shook to attention and her eyes darted to the corner of the room; she hadn't noticed a small table. 

"Might as well, don't know from the sheikh when the customer wants to pick her up." Madison walked over to Dirk and handed him the instruments. They clinked together as he shook them in his hand.

She walked over to the suspended girl and grabbed her by the nipples. Mandy shrieked as she swung toward her tormenter. Madison tongued her ear briefly and twisted her nipples, whispering in her ear: "Didja every play with Barbies, slut?" Madison's hot breath sent a chill down Mandy's spine and she moved her head to look in Madison's eyes. "I figured you did. Rich girl like you probably had dozens of them." Tears streamed down Mandy's cheeks – her eyes kicked in the full waterworks treatment. "Well, your dream's about to come true, sugar, because when we're done, you're going to be a fucking Barbie – a Barbie made for fucking, I should say!" She cackled and let go of the girl's now sore buds.

As soon as Madison let go, Mandy felt cold steel latch onto her nipples and pull. She looked down and there were large forceps hanging from each tit. "No, please, no. I don't have that much money but I'll pay you anything. I promise I won't tell anyone what happened, just please let me go – don't do this to me, please!" Her entire chest heaved with sobbing. The pain in her nipples was so intense, but nothing compared to what was about to come.

"Do you want the gag, Dirk?" Madison looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Nah. Nobody's here but us and I think it will help the other girls to hear what's goin' on." He took another drag from his cigarette and pressed it back into Mandy's thigh, putting it out.

"Aaarrrgh!" She screamed.

"You know, it's like when the patients in the waiting room can hear the drill at the dentist's office." He grabbed the forceps dangling from her right breast and pulled it tight. "Pfft." He fired the piercing gun through a hole in the forceps.

"Aaarrrgh!" again. "Hmmph, Hmmph," She panted.

"Just one more, darling.

"Pfft." He pierced the other side as she continued wailing. He grabbed her sore and bloody nipples by the shiny bars that protruded from each and twisted them. Mandy jerked back from the sensation. "Hold still sister. This is the tricky part. You jump too much and you'll rip out the front of your tits. You'll be fucking donkeys in Tijuana in 24 hours if that happens."

She still arced back a little and bit her lip as he snapped a clamp at the base of her areolas and screwed the bars in at the top of her nipples. They were under constant pressure and stung a little as he rubbed down each breast with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.

"Didn't tell ya what these were for, did I? Well, they don't really want your nipples pierced – we'll let those close back up. But right now, your nipples are about a half inch long, and they'll want an inch of nipple at least, nice and puffy. So, we're going to have these clamped up for about the next week, and then another week or so of clamps plus weights. You should be good to go then, and we'll pull out the piercings.

"Not all the girls react so well to having their nipples constantly stretched, so I brought you a 'friend.'" With that he stuck two fingers inside her snatch. She wasn't soaked, but was definitely moist. "Well, I can see this may be easier than I thought."

"No, please don't, I ... I've never, I mean, I'm a .... Virgin," Mandy stuttered, still heaving from the pain inflicted in her crotch and chest.

"Well, you won't be when you leave here, so don't worry about that." Dirk slipped something small inside her slit and fingered around the front until he found her clit. He rolled the tender bud between his index finger and thumb before pinching it. She jumped as he clipped something onto it, but oddly it didn't hurt – she mainly just felt the pressure.

"What, what are you doing to me?"

He lit another cigarette with the lighter in his pocket. "This little device is your new friend. That clip is a sensor that sends minute electric shocks to your clit. It's kind of like a vibrator – has the same effect any way. And the part inside you – pure genius – responds to your state of arousal based on your muscle contractions. The more aroused, the lower the effect, and vice versa." He slapped her on the ass. "Wanna make you forget all about that little pain in your ... chest."

Her head turned to her side quickly as she felt a prick in her arm. Madison had inserted a needle into her arm. "IV. You're probably thirsty and hungry, and we can't have you pass out. And, you won't be able to eat with this in your mouth." With that, she held a giant black plastic dildo up to Mandy's face and shoved it in her mouth before she could even protest. It went all the way down to her throat and she started to gag. Madison clipped a strap behind her head and brushed the side of her face with the palm of her hand. "Now that's a good girl. Don't go getting sick on me. We worked pretty hard to find you. Wouldn't want you to drown in your own vomit." She took her hand away and kissed Mandy's cheek gently and sweetly, almost like a mother kisses her own daughter. "Good night." Madison and Dirk walked out the door without looking back. The light automatically shut off when they left the room, which became pitch black.

Twenty four hours ago, Mandy was walking into the house north of campus to rush a sorority – not even the sorority of her dreams, but what she thought was a back up. Now, she was here; wet, nipples bloodied and pulled tight, her crotch on fire, swinging from the ceiling with a giant dick in her mouth. As much as she wanted to fight it and figure out how she got here and more importantly, how they were going to get out, she was losing the battle. In the quiet darkness, she gently swung to and fro, occasionally whimpering and jumping as the device attached to her clit worked away, raising and raising her state of arousal until all she could do was roll her eyes back, drop her head and let the drool drain from her mouth around the base of her giant gag as her pelvis twitched ever so slightly. She didn't even notice her own juices begin to drip out of her pussy and down her legs, pooling under her feet.

Kirsten

They had left Kirsten in a ball on the floor, her hands secured behind her back with a cable tie. At least they had day-old panties out of her mouth. If she ever saw duct tape again, it would be too soon.

Her mind raced as she heard Mandy's screams. She thought, OK, I could smell salt water, so we must be near the water. But I don't know how long we drove. There's four of us and four of them, but I guess we're probably three now. I don't know what they did to Mandy, but suspected she would be of no help. "That girl's not much help anyway," she thought, without realizing she said it aloud.

"You're right. Mandy's not going to be much help. But I'm here with you." Kirsten couldn't turn around to see, but recognized Ronnie's voice.

"Look, bitch. I don't know who you are or what the fuck you think you are doing. I'm not intimidated by that little show your friends put on out there. I'm going to get out of here and fucking kill ALL OF YOU. With YOU first!" Kirsten growled, kicking at her restraints.

Ronnie leaned over her and grabbed Kirsten's exposed breast. She squeezed and nibbled on the side of her ear. Then she whispered. "Look, sweetie. I know you think you're tough. But I've spent the last 18 months getting fucked up the ass everyday by the sheikh's six sons and two sons. You don't think that's real? The mother fucker kidnapped me so that his sons -- and the men marrying his daughters could fuck ME up the ass whenever they had urge instead of defiling his precious offspring. Do you think he or anybody else gives a shit about you? Only how much money we're getting out of you, and from what I understand we're getting a pretty penny to send you out to eat pussy 24-7."

Kirsten shrank back, more in horror than submission and spit in Ronnie's face. Ronnie slapped her across the cheek. The force of the blow bounced Kirsten's head off the concrete floor.

"That's enough, the two of you." Dirk growled. "Ronnie, she'll be taking care of you in good time. Leave her be for now."

"Yes, sir." 

"Stand her up and get her over on this table, and get a gag in her mouth." Dirk sat in a rolling chair and scooted up to what looked like an examining table, looked up and turned on a light on a giant arm over his head.

What is this, some sort of perverted dentist's office? Kirsten thought as Ronnie jerked her up. She fought mildly but not too much – she knew there was no point and her head still her pretty bad. Ronnie pushed her down on the table and secured her legs with leather straps. She cut her arms free from under Kirsten's back and snapped them into metal cuffs on the side of the table. The cold steel cut into the girl's wrists.

"Get her started on a saline and nutrient IV." Dirk barked. "Well, Kirsten, is it? Have you seen The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo? I loved that girl in it. Apparently one of our clients did too. But unlike the rapist bastard in the movie, our client is a woman who LOVES cunnilingus. And also unlike the movie, neither one of us is getting 'rapist' tattooed on our foreheads. But you'll come out of here the spitting image of Lisbeth Salander."

She screamed through the gag and tape and started to squirm around. "Shit, girl. There's no way I can draw these patterns on you with you squirming like this. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

She gave him the kiss of death look from atop her gag and bucked violently against her restraints. He shook his head from side to side and put on his reading glasses. "You girls always want it the hard way. There's a reason they call it the easy way." Dirk picked up a needle and injected it into the IV. "We'll deal with your outbursts later."

Kirsten saw stars and rainbows, and maybe even a butterfly and a unicorn. She felt like she was spinning, falling away until everything went black.

When she woke up, the first thing she notice was that she was vertical but not standing. Kirsten flexed her arms and tugged but her wrists and ankles were still firmly secured. She felt pains in her crotch, her nipples and her eyebrows, and in fact most of her chest and back. And, oddly, her tongue.

She looked down and saw that most of her chest and breasts were covered with tattoos and two shiny rings dangled from the tips of her multicolored orbs. "Thit," she said, realizing the gag was gone. Something hard clicked against her teeth. "They pierthed my fuckick thug!" She began sobbing. Her chest heaved up and down. And that's when she noticed a little clinking sound, like a small bell. She couldn't see it and dreaded to think just where that might be.

Just then the door opened and flooded the room with light. Madison walked in, beaming. 

"Good morning, sunshine, or is 'thunthine?" She chuckled with delight.

"Fuck you you fuckick bith. You pierthed my tith and my fuckick thug? My thug? Fuck you." Saliva with a faint mixture of blood pooled up in her mouth and she spit it out.

"Not just there, sweetheart." Madison held a large mirror up to Kirsten's crotch, revealing four rivets pierced into each labia running the link of her pussy, and a small little bell dangling from her clit hood. She flicked it with her index finger – the pain shooting up her body caused Kirsten to wince. She began sobbing again.

"You were lucky. The last girl we did had the anatomy to get pierced right through the clit, and she was awake and not sedated. Hannah – did you meet her? I guess she 'moved out' before you 'moved in.' Right now she's probably sucking forty dicks somewhere in China."

She grabbed Kirsten's chin with her left hand and shoved a pair of forceps in her mouth, clamping down on her tongue. She rubbed some yellowish substance around the piercing and released her grip. "You'll be better off if you don't talk. It will heal faster. Dirk's done with your piercings and about halfway on the rest of the body art. And, I understand there's some disciplinary issues as well, no?" She slipped her hand into Kirsten's crotch. She tried to move away. "I'm not trying to get you off, I need to clean up your piercings." She wiped the outside of her pussy with alcohol and it burned tremendously.

"I'd encourage you to kiss and make up with Dirk. He can be pretty brutal if he's pissed. She wheeled a piece of equipment over to the table.

"Whath that?" Kirsten asked quietly, fear slowly spreading over her face. It looked like a two drawer file cabinet with a curved top. Two small metal bolts came out of the top at odd angles and there was a small patch covered with nubs in front of the first bolt.

"Why it's something to get you in the mood." The bottom half of the table cushion snapped off and Madison wheeled the cabinet between Kirsten's legs. Her ankles were still secured to the side of the bed frame. She saw Madison open the drawer and pull out a large white dildo, and an even longer black dildo and screw them onto the bolts. Both rubber implements brushed against Kirsten's crotch, still sore from the "work" she'd had done. She pulled out a giant tube that said "Astroglide" along the front. "Now, sweetheart, you'd better start to pay attention because you'll need to know these things. No matter how wet you think you are, you ought to lubricate these before you put them in, especially your ass. And no, you can't use spit. You're not a fucking porn star. Use some lube, like this. She squirted the lube over both dildos and tossed the tube into the trash can at the back of the room.

"No, pleath no, Not my ath! Pleath, I'll do anythik."

"That lisp is so cute. I hope it stays. And you're right. You will do anything, including getting your pussy and ass fucked at the same time by this sybian right now." Madison was firm. She pried Kirsten's lips apart and pushed the white dildo into her slit. Her virgin ass was more difficult. The rubber penis was flexible enough that she was able to bend it so it pointed toward her hole.

Madison walked around the back of the sybian placed her foot on a pedal and lifted it up slowly until it spread her thighs wide apart and both dildos were buried deep inside the poor girl, shaking from fear and pain. "We'll turn it on slow at first to get you used to it. You can look up at the clock on the wall in front of you." There was a small round clock with a white face and black numbers on the wall above the door. It looked like it came from Target.

"Pleath, Pleath," Kristen sobbed. "Don't do thith to me. I didn't even want to be there that night. Pleath let me go."

"Now I said that's enough of that. Do I need to gag you like your friend? Because I'd prefer she get to hear in the room next door what you're ... experiencing." Kirsten pulled out a small remote from her pants pocket. Kirsten felt the members inside her slowly start to pulse up and down and vibrate. They also had some weirdly warming sensation.

"Now that's a level 2. Most sybians go to ten. We've souped ours up. It goes all the way to 11." Madison winked and chuckled, placing the palm of her hand on Kirsten's cheek wiping away a tear. She dropped the remote into her pocket and brought the other hand to the other side of the girls faced, leaned in and kissed her. Kirsten felt the older woman's tongue dart in out of her mouth. The pain from her tattoos and piercings, confusion, the sensation in her crotch and now this assault on her mouth kept distracting her from planning an escape.

Madison pulled away and left the room without another word. As the door shut, she said to Ronnie outside, "I've set the sybian on autopilot. Leave the lights on so she can see and set the clock to run at half speed. After eight hours, wait for her to look way and adjust it back to the correct time. She needs to be completely disoriented. And I need a nap."

"Yes, mistress," Ronnie responded officiously.

"Also, activate the monitor in that room. Run the film we shot at the party of all the girls on continuous loop. I want her to see how easy it was for us to make carpet munchers out of all them."

"Right away. Get some rest." The younger women turned away and began adjusting settings on the tablet in her hand. Madison trailed away to another building at the warehouse complex.



Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 06



Ronnie leaned back in her task chair and watched the poor tattooed girl struggle against her repeated violation. She would scream and moan, struggling against her bondage even as she felt her hips begin to betray her to the rhythmic purring of the sybian. Ronnie's head snapped back – she was exhausted. None of them had slept in almost 48 hours – since before the recruiting event. She set the alarm on her phone for 2 hours and leaned back again, drifting away to the black and white image of the girl jerking around on the screen in front of her.

Maribel Garza was in her third week of working at the drive thru at McDonalds, and well, it sucked. She was cute, average height and thin with a pleasant round face and large brown eyes. Her pants tightly hugged her round ass. Needless to say, Maribel got a lot of attention. Most of the other women who worked at the restaurant were pushing three bills. "I swear I'm going to throw coffee on the next guy who asks 'Can I get some fries with that shake?'" after rejecting another unwanted suitor at the window.

"Um, sir, you might think that your 1987 Mustang with a different color door is sexy, but you'd be the only one, " she snapped back. Maribel hated the late shift because it was slow; not the kind of slow where she could finish her English homework, but the kind of slow that was just busy enough to keep you from doing anything to relieve the monotony of the modern fast food restaurant. They didn't really make anything there, not that she did anyway; all she had to do was repeat the order, and ask if they'd like a larger drink or fries.

Her best friend's father owned the restaurant, and got her the job, but she swore the manager hated her for the imposition. "That bitch hates me because she's so fat." So Maribel had spent her first three weeks working the late night shift. It wasn't all bad, though. Sometimes a hot guy would show up. 

Ronnie drifted further away into sleep - -she was fully dreaming now. That night Lance, the quarterback of the football team had walked in; 6'2", legs built like a tree trunk, he had wavy, sandy blond hair with bangs that just covered his deep blue eyes. He was a dream but she was sure he didn't even know who she was, even though she sat right behind him in English.

"I'd like a #2, with a coke," Lanced drawled out. "Hey, do I know you?"

"My name's Maribel," she choked out, shyly looking away. "I sit behind you in Mr. Johnson's English class."

He touched the bottom of her chin with his index finger; it was hot and rough and felt good against the smooth skin of her face. He pulled her face around to meet his eyes. "You're kind of cute. I wish you hadn't been hiding this whole time – we graduate in a few weeks."

She backed away slowly, almost tripping over the fryer. Maribel was flustered, in part because she was running the drive thru and the counter by herself, but mostly from the attention of this hulking mountain of manhood in front of her.

"Uh, here's your burger," she quivered.

"See ya in class, Maribel," he clucked, rolling out the "R." Lance and his buddies chuckled as they walked out the door. Maribel shook her head in disgust; she was still a virgin, not really out of principle but more because she was just too inexperienced to notice most chances to get with a guy, and too shy to act when she did.

"Hey, M. I'onna run across the street for a pack of camels. You ok here for a few minutes?" Tyrone yelled out to her as he was walking out the door.

"I guess," she droned, knowing that he was already out of earshot. Tyrone did most of the food prep on the late shifts when she worked. He did smoke, but he was really probably headed over to the Chevron to fuck his girlfriend Keisha who should be closing up right now.

Most nights it didn't piss her off to be left alone, but tonight she was glad for the break. It was slow so she sat down on her stool at the drive through. She looked around furtively to make sure she was alone. All she could think about was Lance, running her fingers through his sandy blond hair and over his bulging chest and biceps. She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined his rough, warm hands rubbing her shoulders and arms, and gently cupping her breasts. She slid her right hand up her shirt and popped the cups of her bra off her breasts. Her 34Ds plopped out and hung freely. She started to gently twist and pull at her light brown nipples and they became firm. She pulled her hand out and licked the tip of her index finger and after pulling her shirt up to her neck rubbed the moistened tip in slow, gentle circles over her nipples.

She arched her back and neck and slipped her other hand down to her waist; unbuttoning her black dickies, she gently slid her hand between her soft cotton panties and her pubic hair, gently massaging her mound. She licked her finger again before going to back to her sex, not realizing the saliva was totally unnecessary as she imagined it was Lance's massive hand instead of hers. Her juices started to flow as she gently rubbed the small button that was her clit. Her hips gently rocked back and forth as she slid first another and then another finger inside. As her pace picked up, her breathing and heart rate quickened and she began grabbing and tugging at her exposed breasts. She started with a faint, gentle moan and then as the wet stain began to grow in the crotch of her pants and her moans became loud cries. "Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh!"

Maribel was reaching climax when she began to feel she was no longer alone. At the instant she felt a hot breath on her chest, she flashed her eyes open. A tit one hand and the other three fingers deep inside her slit, he was staring at a bald middle aged man leaning out of a van window. Before she could say a word he had grabbed both of her shoulders, yelled out "I think this one has some potential!" to someone in the back of the van and pulled her through the drivers side window. The force of the pull knocked her hat and radio off her head, the headphones dangling on the window sill, and had pulled her pants down around her ankles. Maribel was effectively naked on her back in the man's lap, her feet with her pants still hanging out the window.

"Sweetheart, my name's Dirk. I'd love to help you finish up, but we've got other plans. Damn fine lagniappe for Mickey D's though." With that, Maribel saw a white handkerchief close in on her face. She smelled a faintly sweet, alcohol aroma before she blacked out. Dirk through her in the back of the van and they pulled away.

A woman's voice echoed out of the back, "I'm still hungry. Let's go somewhere else and get something to eat."

"That's fine," Dirk grunted. "Just tie that bitch up and gag her this time. I don't want her waking up before we get back to the warehouse.

"Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh! No No No Stop! No - Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh!" 

Ronnie jerked awake. The moaning was only in her remembered dream. She looked down, and pulled her bra and shirt down and slid her fingers out of her sex. She wiped them off with a tissue that was on the desk.

Kirsten was screaming again; Ronnie had been asleep for about 90 minutes. Dirk had come in. He moved Kirsten's hands from her side to locked in place above her head. He had also taken two small alligator clips to each of the girl's swollen nipples and then tied them to rings on the ground, Already sore from piercing, the pain was excruciating.

"Sweetheart, this will help you with learning not to move so much," he grunted as he kicked up the sybian to top speed. Kirsten's eyes rolled back in her head and she started to pass out until she was kicked back up by the sharp pain in her nipples.

"Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh. NOOOOOOO! NOOOO! Oh, my god, stop!" She screamed, panting and crying. Dirk took another bottle of lube and squirted it between her legs.

"Just work that in. We'll have you broken in no time. Believe me, you're better off than what your friend is gonna get next door." Kirsten's eyes darted to his and they met intensely. 

"Fuuuuhck Youuuuu." She drug out. "I'm . ...not going ... to let you fuuuucck .... Either one Ah Ah Ah ah. Of us." She could barely form the words.

"You shouldn't have any fear of that slut, as much as I can see that you'd enjoy it." Dirk dropped his pants; his dick hung freely but his nuts were gone. "I made that mistake a long time ago. Been on testosterone pills ever since. I'm compensated in ... other ways."

A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as the gravity of her situation began to sink in.

Ronnie was glued to the monitor from the other room; she was conflicted. Still, after more than a year and half with Lambda, she remained a virgin. Once a week she was examined by the sheihk's physician, and would be win she got back to her suite on the 133rd floor of the Burj Dubai. Ironically, as a sex slave, she guarded her virginity more fiercely than she ever did as a high school student because now that was her ticket to protection. They could have her ass all they wanted but the minute she lost her virginity she would be "impure" and sent down to service the Indian and Filipino workers building Dubai's office buildings. She hadn't known anyone sent to that fate, but other girls in the Burj told her it was a one way trip.

Still, she longed to know what it felt like to be full inside her sex; now Kirsten was getting a crash course. But she also felt some guilt; Ronnie didn't know Kirsten's intended purpose but she had an idea of what lay ahead of the girl, and she herself had helped consign her to that fate.

She thought back to her own first days in that very room. Dirk's gruff voiced barked out "Cut that bitch's clothes off. What's left of them, anyway." A tall, athletic woman with short brown hair jumped into action and cut her shirt and pants off. "Then cut her loose and strap her face down, gag in the mouth with her ass up."

"Yes, sir," the woman snapped.

Maribel was constrained in what she would come to know as "the position," face down with her pussy and ass exposed to the open air.

"Look at me." She tried to look away. He roughly grabbed her chin and pulled her face toward hers. It was oddly similar to the same gesture Lance had given her, but his was soft, sweet and innocent; this was rough, brutal and full of malice.

"I don't know what your name is and I don't really give a shit. Your name is now Veronica and we own you. Now, you have nothing to fear. We've confirmed that you're a virgin. Surprising given how much you enjoyed pleasing yourself at the window. I thought for sure you were a grade A slut. Maybe you are but just haven't gotten there yet.

"But nevertheless, you're intact and as long as you stay that way, you'll have a special place in our organization. No one hear is going to try and fuck you as long as you behave. You've been selected by our leader to service his family as an 'ass slut.' Ever been fucked in the ass?"

Her eyes widened as they met his. She struggled to scream no, but her mouth was too full. She could barely even turn her head from side to side.

"Let me be clear. You belong to us now and there are two ways to do this. The easy way and the hard way. Most of you girls choose the hard way. I'd prefer if you would chose the easy way. So what do you choose?"

He stopped and bent down to her face. Sweat was starting to bead up around her forehead and mix with her tears as it ran down her cheeks. So many things rushed through her head. Sheikh? Ass slut? Where I am? What's happening? Most girls? Are there others?"

"OK. Sorry you chose the hard way."

"Mummmph! Mummph!" She screamed. He took the bright red ball out her mouth.

"Huh Huh Huh." She panted. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want. Please just let me mmph." He shoved the gag back in.

"Well, I can't do that sweetheart, but we can try easy if you want. Just don't fight me on this. Alright, now this is going to hurt a little bit, but we'll give you some time to get used to it."

Veronica felt her legs spread slightly as her asshole was filled with a warm gel. She struggled slightly as she heard a latex glove snap onto the man's wrist. He had hands almost as large as Lance's but she never thought they could be used for what they were about to do. She felt his gloved finger poking at her rear hole, which clinched at the touch.

Slap! He gave her ass a hard slap. "Open up bitch. I thought you said you wanted the easy way." She nodded, chocking back tears. Saliva was now starting to pour out of her mouth around the gag. She tried to release the sphincter in her ass, but she feared that she was going to poop.

"Shit's not gonna come out." Dirk growled. "They're always afraid of shittin themselves; that's why we put 'em in 'the position' until they're able to control it." The tall brunette nodded. 

It was some small manner of comfort that she was unlikely to embarrass herself further, if that was possible. She relaxed a little and his finger slipped in. She felt a fullness there as her ass kept trying to close around his finger.

"Damn, bitch. You keep trying to suck it in. If we can train you to use this muscle, the sheikh – and his sons—will be pleased."

Sons? She thought. How many? He slipped another finger in and slowly worked it around, stretching out her hole. It was slightly more comfortable now, but she didn't feel anything sexual – it felt more clinical. Dirk continued to roll his fingers around her asshole, pressing down on the wall of flesh between her ass and a pussy.

"Mmrrgh.Mmrgh." The girl squealed.

"That's what I'm talkin' bout!" Dirk popped his fingers out. "Didja like that sweetheart? Cause you're about to get a bunch. Get me the plug with the vibrating clip." He snapped. He rolled his fingers back in her ass as her hole puckered around his gloved fingers again. He slid in and out of her vulnerable hole, rubbing up against the spot he had just found.

"Mmrgh. Mrmrhg." Again that was all she could mumble. Inside her head was a rush of emotions; who was this strange man, she hadn't even gotten a look at his face and yet with two fingers in her ass was sending shocks through her spine. Her face started to slide around the table from the wetness of her cheeks. She wanted him to stop, but she also wanted him to keep going. "Mmmrgh!" Again, he hit that spot.

The brunette walked back over with an egg shaped device and a bottle of lube. "Now," Dirk's voice took the demeanor of a self-improvement TV show host as pulled his fingers out again. "Lube the plug, then twist it slowly to pop in. This one has an inflator so we'll blow it up slowly through the night. Her sweet little hole will close around the stem and hold it in place. Then, clip this end onto her clit and turn it on."

The brunette put one hand palm down on Veronica's ass and gently rubbed. "Let her know it's going to be OK. Be gentle," Dirk admonished. The women pumped most of the bottle into Veronica's asshole. Unlike the first, this lube was cold and sent shivers up and down her spine. "Now twist it in and out. Get her used to flexing the muscles." She worked the plug in and out of her asshole slowly. 

Veronica's moans shifted to a slow hum. She felt an incredible fullness and then empty; each time the emptiness was filled with a powerful thrust of the plug. "Pop." Dirk and the woman jumped back. 

"Arrmgh." Veronica lunged forward before her restraints yanked her back to the table.

"Shit. That scared me," the woman said, clamly placing her hand on her chest.

"It's alright Madison. That girl's ass wants it bad. Put on the clip and let her sit. She's more advanced than I thought. We'll come back tomorrow to teach her some sphincter control."

Madison clip the cord onto Vernoica's clit and it immediately began buzzing. Her hips bucked up again as she felt a shock go through her entire body. As they came down and her knees hit the table again, she felt the fullness of the plug inside her ass. She couldn't tell for sure, but she thought it, too, was vibrating, sending low pulses through her ass and into her sex; her body shuddered and she resumed leaking fluids out of both ends. She had only a little fight left and it was being vibrated out of her moment by moment.

Madison bent down and licked her face. "Good night, Ronnie. We'll see you in the morning."

Ronnie phased back in – the room had fallen quiet. Dirk had turned off the sybian and unclamped Kirsten's nipples, giving the girl her first rest of the evening. Based on the noise from the other room, he had gone back to work on Mandy. She still had a couple of hours before it was time to wake Madison so she drifted back out.

In her mind she flashed back to a plane; she was in a 747 circling Dubai. She was smartly dressed; anyone else on the flight would have thought she was traveling here for business. Only she knew that the man sitting next to her, Dirk, held the key to her new apartment, and new life, on the 133rd floor of the Burj Dubai. He thought it was risky to travel commercial, but they had no problems with documentation. Nobody made much of an effort to look for young Mexican girls that disappeared from McDonald's parking lots at night in the hood, and Maribel Garza was the furthest thing from anyone's mind when the caramel-skinned woman showed Veronica Hasan's Emirate of Dubai passport which bore the special imprint of the Minister of Alternative Energy.

The couple walked across the tarmac and got into a waiting limo. It had been a long flight; neither had said a word. A few weeks ago she had been taking orders for Big Macs; now she was taking orders for giving up her ass, and was apparently a quick learner. The limo pulled into the underground garage for the tower. Dirk got out and escorted Veronica to the elevator. The ride up 133 floors took an eternity. Her suite occupied the entire floor. 

"This is where you will stay. Your every need – nearly every need – will be attended to. But first, the inspection." He pointed to an exam table in the corner of the room. She hadn't noticed the woman standing there in a hajib and white coat. "This is Dr. Khan. She'll be your OB gyn."

"Hello, I am Dr. Khan. Please undress and lie down on the table. Are you taking contraceptives?"

The woman quickly complied. Her large, round breasts perked slightly in the room's cold air; other than her head and eyebrows, she was hairless across her entire body.

"No."

"Have you ever been?"

"No. No reason." She lied down on the table, but her arms behind her head and slowly spread her legs. Dr. Khan slid two fingers inside and performed a quick exam. Veronica tossed her head to the side; she was so sensitive inside even a clinical exam would turn her on.

"Still a virgin. You're very sensitive and tender. I can see why you were selected for this mission. I'll have the pills sent up later today." Dr. Khan went to the restroom, washed her hands and quickly left.

"Before the sheikh comes, I'll need to explain a few things to you." Dirk said. Veronica sat up to get dressed. "You should leave the clothes off. Part of the rules for you is that your ass must be constantly exposed whenever you are in this suite. You can never refuse a man who wants to take your ass. And, most importantly, you MUST remain a virgin."

"And if I don't?" She stared at him quizzically.

"You have to understand, Ronnie, you are here to satisfy the urges they feel are beneath their wives, that would defile them. That makes it not 'cheating,' for lack of a better word."

"You mean, like Clinton and oral sex?"

"Yes. Exactly. Doesn't make sense to me exactly, but I just work here."

"And they need me to remain pure for the set up to work?"

"Yes."

"And if I don't?"

"They have a large transient population of foreign nationals here from Indian, Pakistan, and the Philipines. A large population of men, I should say. You've heard about the way women are treated in India?"




Mandy's Sorority Initiation Ch. 06



"No."

"Well, you're better off not knowing. And don't even get me started on 'sex jihad' in Palestine. Let's just say keep it clean, take it up the ass, and you won't get your ass thrown to the wolves. Fuck that up, and you'll wish you were fuckin' donkeys in Tijuana."

"Yes, sir." At that the elevator doors slid open.

"Your highness," Dirk bellowed and bowed before the man who walked out. He elbowed the naked woman beside him, indicated she should also bow.

"Mr. Deerk, please stand up! It has been too long. Very good to see you my old friend. Can I get you a scotch? Blue label?" The main chortled. The apartment bubbled alive with his presence.

"You are too kind, sheikh. On the rocks, please," Dirk grunted as he shook the man's hand."

"Well, what do we have here? I do not believe I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance." Ronnie was still bent over. He took the nude woman's hand and gently pulled it up to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. She stood up slowly to meet his gaze, but she only saw her own; the tall man wore a white kaffiyah on his head that framed his thin, caramel colored face. The bottom of his face wore a salt and pepper Van Dyke, intermittently interrupted by stubble across his cheeks. He gently stroked his fingers over the bar code tattooed where her public hair once was, bringing his fingers up from her crotch, across her supple breasts and to her chin. "Very nice."

"Um, hello.. .I'm Mari ... Um, Veronica."

"I see, Miss Veronica. Well, I do hope you enjoy your stay with us; I assure you that your every need, or at least most of your needs, will be met." He chuckled again as he stroked her sex and brought his fingers to his nose, smelling her scent. "And I trust that you will meet our every need as well. I assume Mr. Dirk has explained the rules to you?"

"Yes, sir," she averted her eyes from his gaze.

"Master," Dirk chimed in, twirling the ice cubes in his glass.

"Yes, Mmmmaster," Ronnie choked out.

"She passed inspection?"

"Yes, Sheikh. Dr. Khan approved." Dirk responded.

"Very good. Miss Veronica, you should become friendly with Dr. Khan; she was once one of your kind. You're in an entry level position with our little group; but for the right candidates there is often room for advancement."

"Uh, advancement, sir?" She raised her eyebrows. "oh, sorry, I mean , master?"

"Not off to the best start, are we, darling? Let's see if you're better at the other end. I see you're already dressed for it. Turn around and walk over toward the window, and facing the glass, place your hands on the ledge."

The young naked girl did as ordered. When she put her hands down, it caused her to bend over slightly, exposing her rear end to the room. She turned her head slightly, her long brown hair dropping over a shoulder, to see the elevator door opening. Eight boisterous young men walked out, dressed in tight grey suits like the sheikh – they looked like an Arabian J Crew suit catalog – but without the sunglasses and headdress.

The Sheikh turned, "My sons!" he shouted, raising both arms. "You are just in time; I am about to sample Mr. Dirk's latest creation – Miss Veronica – and we'll see how he has done." The men – hardly more than boys – shouted and high-fived each other.

The sheikh walked back over toward Ronnie and unzipped and stepped out of his pants in one motion. Dirk tossed him a bottle of lube which he caught in one hand. The girl looked back over her shoulder and saw the sheikh's member swinging freely between his legs. She wasn't sure just how big he was, but it went nearly to his knee. As he reached her, he gently stroked her back, and rubbed one hand across her buttocks, before slapping her ass hard. Ronnie jumped and squealed and then leaned forward to brace herself.

"She is very sensitive, sir." Dirk droned.

"I can see that Mr. Dirk. Miss Veronica, I hope you are ready to begin your new life with us. I will be testing you out today, and then I intend to offer you out for sampling to my sons here. I can assure you that at no time are you at any risk ... of losing your womanhood." He squirted the cold lube between her butt cheeks and gently rubbed it into her asshole. She shuddered from the coldness of the lotion. "As they say, darling, it begins in her end."

With that, he thrust his large member into her tight brown hole. Over the last several weeks, her ass had been invaded by many objects; plugs, dildos, benwa balls. She had even been fucked by one of the other girls with a strap-on. But this was her first time to be penetrated by a man's penis.

Her first sensation was that even with the lube, the sheikh's flesh stuck to her own, the friction holding them together. He set his feet and lunged again, her private hole popping slightly as he entered. The fullness was familiar, but she had never felt the warmth of another person inside her. She instantly bucked backwards unconsciously. Ronnie's reaction surprised her. After several weeks of torture and punishment, she was shocked to discover it was pleasurable for him to thrust in and out of her ass.

The sheikh leaned forward onto her back as his full length slid inside her. He slowly pistoned in and out, rubbing his giant cock against the patch of flesh between her pussy and asshole.

"Urrghah!" she moaned out to the cheers of the boys behind them. Fuck, she thought. I forgot about the audience. She felt his rough, large hands on her soft hips, guiding her up and down his stiff pole. Fully inside her now, he began to speedup; she felt the gentle slap of his testicles against her pussy. Veronica tried to resist the pleasures in her rear end; she kicked her head back and that prompted the sheikh to raise his hands of her hips. His hands once felt rough but were suddenly tender as he grasped her swinging breasts. He began to roll and knead her nipples between his fingers. She jumped and moaned at his touch.

"Do you like this, my dear?"

"No, uhm, uh, yes, oh don't, stop, no." She was nearly a mindless fuckdoll just a few minutes into his manipulations.

"What would you like me to do to you?" He asked, panting from the effort.

"Hmm huhh," was all she could moan. 

"Would you like me to fuck you? To fuck your ass?" She was now bouncing up and down on his firm cock, sliding up and down its length, guiding by his tugs on her stiff nipples.

"Yeah, uh yes, Fuck ...my ...ass ... uh, please.," she was beginning to drool down her check. Drops of her juices appeared on the floor under her feet.

"Please, WHAT?" He pinched her nipples firmly and pulled her breasts out in front of her to full extension.

"FUCK MY ASS PLEASE MASTER!" she shouted. Ronnie thought he couldn't be any deeper inside her, but it was as is her words kicked him into a higher gear. Her feet were now coming up off the floor on each inward thrust. The sheikh pushed her toward the window; she was now holding herself up between the window and the sheikh's cock. 

Now completely off the floor, she felt the man inside her make a final thrust. 'AHHHH!" they both shouted almost simultaneously. He collapsed against her back, pushing her body against the aluminum ledge and smashing her face forcefully against the window. Ronnie could see the Palm island off the coast out of the corner of her eye. She felt a hot fluid dripping out of her ass as he slowly pulled away. 

Dirk brought him a towel and he wiped his cock. She was still hanging on the ledge, her juices dripping from her cunt, and his from her ass.

"Very nice, Mr. Dirk. You seldom disappoint. Samir, you are next." The oldest of the boys walked up and pulled the girl down from the window. "Miss Veronica, we have established that you are skilled, if inexperienced, ass fucker. I'd expect you would give each of my sons, and my two sons, the same pleasures you have shown me. NOW."

Samir pulled her down on top of his own, smaller cock. She had enjoyed the workout the older man had given her; fucking each of these boys in succession was tedium. She heard a loud vibration and was jolted back into the warehouse.

"The alarm," she said aloud. She sat for a moment; torn by the vivid memories of her first days here, and watching these new girls endure the same. But she also missed the fullness and warmth of a man inside her ass; it was all she had known nearly everyday for the last 18 months. She got up, adjusted her pants and headed toward the bunk room. Ronnie resolved to see what Amber Lynn was up to after she'd woken Madison.