"Why's everyone in hoods?"
"It's just part of the ceremony," Shari whispered, resting one hand on Vickie's arm in a gesture to keep her quiet.
"But this doesn't seem to make much sense. It certainly isn't much of a fun party."
It certainly wasn't! In fact the young blonde was getting goosebumps watching what was happening. The actives and the men from the nearby fraternity Jeff belonged to were all dressed in white robes with peaked hoods, looking like members of the KKK. The living room of the sorority house had been transformed into a kind of Inquisition judgement room with three hooded figures sitting behind a desk. One by one the pledges were drawn up to the desk, "charges" read, and defense – or what passed for it – was made. Of course they were all found guilty, judged, then dragged away. Vickie would have thought there would be giggling or laughing at this sort of mock trial. But there seemed to be an air of severe, almost religious fervor about what was taking place.
"Vickie Williams!"
"That's you. Good luck," Shari whispered as she let go.
"Aren't you going with me?"
"No, the guys from Pi Eps have to take you up to the desk."
Vickie saw two tall hooded figures approaching her. She shrank back, rubbing her upper arms with her palms. It was as if angels of death had come for her. She could feel all the eyes in the room turn on her as the two young men slipped their hands under her arms and started guiding her toward the front of the living room.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Vickie whispered back as she left Shari's side.
"I guess: I've never been through this before. I was one of the few who got in without this ceremony… but I think it's a gas!"
The young blonde trembled as she stood in front of those three judges. Two were young women, one was a man. They read off several silly crimes such as not brushing her teeth three times a day, not chewing her food well enough, and not wearing nylons on days where temperatures were over one hundred. For a second Vickie relaxed, close to the point of laughter. Maybe Shari was right. Maybe this was only a joke, something the two of them would laugh over later on. Then…
"And you are accused of abusing your body, of having lost your precious virginity willingly to one of our members," a male voice boomed…
Vickie nearly passed out and fell to the floor. She stiffened, curling her fingers into two fists and pressing them against her thighs. How dare they say something like that in public, in front of these people who were supposed to be her sorority sisters? Her breathing grew faster while her mouth went as dry as cotton.
"How do you plead?"
Did they actually expect her to say something about this?
"Once again, how do you plead?"
No, she wasn't going to go along with their stupid little game anymore. They'd publicly insulted and humiliated her.
"Very well, begin the trial," the voice said tiredly.
Vickie wanted to scream but didn't dare. Something about the tone of the voices made her keep silent. She heard them talk about "natural inclination" and why she shouldn't be punished for having followed one of them. Of course, in the end she was found guilty.
"Take her to the atonement room."
The two hooded figures who had escorted her to the front now led her back through the living room to the front door.
"Where are you taking me?" Vickie whispered as she heard one of the judges call out another name. Twisting her head around she saw Shari standing on tip-toe, her face still smiling but appearing a little worried.
"You'll find out soon enough," one gruff voice said. She was shoved out the front door where a hand slipped over her mouth. Other hands grabbed her ankles and rope was quickly tied around them. She was being kidnapped, taken away from the sorority house by force! The game had ended back inside. Now these men were in earnest.
"Mmmmmmm!" Vickie moaned, jerking her hands up and flailing away at her attackers' hands with her sharp fingernails.
"Goddamn, tie up the bitch's hands!"
There was more scuffling, more hands, and finally Vickie found she'd been hogtied and gagged. Jerking and twisting her body around as best she could, the young woman found herself being stuffed in the back seat of an old Chevy. The doors slammed and two hooded figures slipped quickly into the front seat.
"We're gonna have fun with this one," the first young man said, pulling off his hood as his buddy started the car and pulled away from the curb. Vickie rolled against the rear side window, pressing her forehead against the dirty glass and peering out into the darkness. The sorority house was still brightly lit. Inside everyone was having a good time, laughing and joking while she… and perhaps the others… were being taken somewhere for no good.
"Bet you thought old Jeff would help you out. Man, he's just a part of this like all of us, man. He's not here – out of town with his old man or something like that. But he wouldn't mind. In fact, he'd probably… hey, watch where the fuck you're goin'. I don't want the fuckin' cops stopping us."
Vickie felt her heart pounding faster. What were they going to do to her? She felt her flesh crawling as she stared at the two men in the front seat. They were driving like maniacs, not going to the frat house down the street. No, she was being taken to some strange place.
"Bet you wonder where we're goin', right? We pick out one girl every sorority rush season and give her special treatment. Usually the girl's a virgin. But fuck, the way Jeff was talkin' about you, we had to pick you. Baby, you're so fuckin' hot he said he thought you caught the sheets on fire!"
He'd told them, told them everything! The young woman would have blushed furiously except for the terror slowly gripping her. She was going to be used… but for what?
"None of the girls ever talked about what happened to them later. You're gonna find out why," the second young man said, twisting back around and sitting calmly in the front seat.
They must have driven for nearly an hour before the car turned off a main road. They'd been climbing for the past twenty minutes, probably somewhere in the Santa Monica mountains, Vickie guessed. There were pine trees all around and the sweet smell of fresh mountain air. The car slowed, made several sharp turns, then moved onto a narrow graveled road. Narrowing her eyes, the young blonde teen was able to make out a large rustic-looking two-story cabin in the distance. It looked more like a ski resort than a mountain retreat.
"By the way, I'm Paul, good buddy of Jeff's. This here's Scott. It's a good idea to know who's who around here. You'll meet the others in a while."
Vickie swallowed her spit, sucking in a deep breath. She'd been trying to work the gag off her mouth. But what was the use up here? No one would hear her except her captors who would doubtlessly be displeased by her screaming. All she could do was endure and wait for a chance to get away!
"We're here."
The car ground to a halt. Vickie had been frightened when tossed into the vehicle. But now a new terror gripped her. At least in the car no one would hurt her. But here, God only knows what they were up to. The two young men up front slid out and walked around to the sides of the car, opening both doors and reaching in.
"Come on, baby, come on in," Scott said, pulling Vickie by the hands while Paul shoved her forward from the other side. Scott half-carried her into the large house. He was about to put her down when something surprised him.
"What the…?"
"Hey, come on down boy, down, down," Paul said, clapping his hands loudly behind them. What was going on? Vickie rolled her eyes down and saw a big German shepherd dancing around the student's legs, his long pink tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. There were three other young men she recognized from campus in the room. They were sitting around a large circular table, their hands wrapped around beer cans. From the smell of beer and cigarette smoke in the air, the blonde teenager guessed they'd been there for a while.
"Throw her down!" one of the young men shouted, tilting a can of beer to his mouth and taking a large swig.
"Yeah, man, let's get this started," another one slurred.
"Been startin' the drinkin' ahead of us again, huh?" Scott said, dropping his burden to the sofa. Vickie looked around. This couldn't belong to the fraternity. It was an old, elegant hunting lodge. Heads of deer, mountain lions and other wild animals stuck out from the oaken walls. From out of the open-beamed ceiling cast-iron chandeliers hung, illuminating the cathedral-like central room.
The furnishings, rugs, fixtures all spoke of money. "Come on, let's see 'er perform with the mutt," the third man said, throwing his can of beer at Vickie. It struck her on the forehead, startling her and bringing her back to the reality of the situation.
"Okay, man, okay. Open a beer for me, damn it," Scott said, walking, up to Vickie and untying the ropes first from her ankles, then her hands. The young woman rubbed her wrists together, then pulled the gag off.
"Where am I? Oh God, what are you going to do with me?"
The young man laughed. Scott started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Stop!" she screamed, knocking his hands away and scooting back on the couch.
"You don't have a motherfuckin' choice," Scott growled back, raising one hand. Vickie tensed, lying cringing on the sofa. There was a strange kind of brightness in his eyes that terrified her. As she lay shaking like a leaf, Scott smiled. She glanced down and saw his cock tenting up his Levi's. He was enjoying this, actually getting sexual pleasure from watching her writhe. Then he brought his hand down quickly, the fingers smashing across the right side of her skull.
"Unngggg!" Vickie cried, her head snapping to one side while her long blonde hair splashed across her injured face. No one had ever misused her like, this! The young girl was stunned, holding tightly on to the sofa cushions and lowering her face protectively while the report of the slap echoed in the large room.
"Yeah, that's it, show the fuckin' bitch who's the boss!"
Vickie's head started to throb.
"Come on," Scott said, taking a swig of the beer, then throwing the half-emptied can on the floor. The yellowish liquid gurgled onto the expensive oriental rug. "Gonna fuck you, then let the dog fuck you."
What was he talking about? She sobbed, pressing the back of one hand against her mouth while staring wide-eyed at the big man. Clenching her fingers together, she pressed them against the sofa cushion. She was dizzy with fright, terrified of the brutal rape that was sure to follow. And what was he talking about dogs for?
Scott unzipped his fly quickly, shoving his hands down to his knees. A thick, long dick sprang up and bobbed like a live animal in front of her. He wasn't as large as Jeff. But his dick would certainly split her apart if she weren't ready.
"I said c'mon."
Jeff was behind them, holding on to the dog. He sat on the floor, drinking his beer with the others while watching her and Scott. The young blonde pushed his Levi's down to his boot tops. The hot, sour smell of his groin reached her nostrils. Vickie wrinkled up her nose and pulled her head away. No, no, this couldn't be happening. They were going to rape her, rape her in front of all these men! Oh, God!
"No, no, no!" she cried, jerking herself into action. The young woman sprang off the couch and rushed past the startled Scott.
"Get 'er!" Jeff shouted, dropping the animal's leash.
"God!" Vickie cried, feeling courage and relief as she shot toward the door. Only a few more inches and she'd reach safety. Only a few more…
The German shepherd had sprung into action when she bolted for freedom, tearing away from Jeff's grip and trotting quickly to the door. Now the blonde teen stopped dead, staring down in terror at the growling, trembling dog. His powerful jaw was opened, revealing a double row of crisscrossed teeth. Saliva dripped from his tongue while the short fur around his neck bristled. His tail was hung low between his thick-muscled hindquarters. Vickie cried out more softly this time, hugging her tits protectively with both arms. No, there was no escape!
Backing away, the young woman felt something touching her ass. It was Scott, she knew it! Oh. God in heaven, she was trapped, trapped by these horrible young men! In a second, Vickie felt all hope evaporate – replaced by dark, dreary despair!
"Damn little bitch. You're not gonna try something like that again."
Vickie couldn't get over it. These were college students acting like sadistic bikers. Scott pulled her roughly back to the couch, pawing her tits, struggling with her until he finally ripped the blouse from her shoulders. The young girl screamed as she felt the garment tear into shreds and fall to the floor. Then she felt the blond's hands slide around to her back, his thick fingers fumbling with the bra strap. There were more tearing sounds and a sensation of the halter loosening around her shoulder blades. Then her tits sprang free, the cool air of the room striking her big boobs. Vickie let out a sharp yelp, instinctively raising her hands. Scott knocked them aside, then pushed her roughly down onto the couch.
"No, don't!"
He threw himself on top of her, holding her tightly by the wrists while pinning her legs to the cushions. The young man was going wild, dropping his mouth to her nipples and sucking the dark red tips until they were sore. Soon she could feel his teeth gnawing at her tit-tips.
"No, oh, nooooooo!" Vickie cried, rolling her head from side to side. As her terror mounted, more sweat oozed from her pores, making her silky flesh glisten under the bright overhead light.
Scott moved to the other nipple, sucking – if possible – harder on that one than the other. His shirt was opened now, his hairy chest rubbing against her belly and thighs.
She felt his sweat run down her belly, some of it leaking into her cuntal crack and mixing with her pussy-oil. Yes, pussy-oil. Vickie couldn't believe it, but her body was actually responding positively to this rape. She was tensing, feeling her snatch opening and closing, feeling her cunt-lips swelling and her clit popping up from its surrounding wet flesh. "She's gettin' into it," Scott grunted, reaching down and rubbing his fingers over her wet pussy. He drew up his hands and took a long whiff. "Man, good, hot pussy!" he sighed, going back to his titsucking.
For an instant, Vickie wondered what it would be like to have his mouth clamped onto her pussycrack and sucking. What would those sharp teeth feel like tearing at her clit, biting into her fleshy cunt-lips, peeling them apart?
There was another tearing sound. He'd ripped her skirt from her body, kicked the sandals off her feet, stripped her completely naked on the sofa. Scott grunted with satisfaction, holding her wrist with one hand while jamming the palm of his free hand between her legs.
"She's so fuckin' wet can't get a good hold on."
Vickie's tits swelled with passion as the young man fought with her, wrapping his fingers around her hair and yanking it hard, laughing as she screamed and begged for him to stop.
"Thought sorority life's gonna be fun, eh? Sure will be… especially after we get through with you."
"I'll tell everyone about this… I swear, I'll tell…"
"Oh, no you won't," Scott shot back, staring evilly at her. "You don't think some of your sisters don't know about this place?" The others laughed, spilling their beer and shouting obscenities at the cringing blonde. "Man, some of 'em love to come up here and get away from all that goody-goody shit," Scott said derisively, his voice lowering to a growl. "And I got a feeling you're gonna be one of those kinds."
With that, Scott stuck his thick thumb in her hot, wet pussy. Vickie threw her head back and let out a stifled groan. He was scraping the jagged nail along the soft, moist folds of her cuntal mouth. Scott grunted, satisfied. He shoved his thumb deeper and at an angle, finding her swollen clit. Scott smiled cynically, watching her like a hawk as he crushed it under his nail.
Vickie screamed, her legs shooting apart. She was pissing, wetting herself as he squeezed her erect nub. There was so much pain mixed with unholy pleasure! The young blonde had never felt anything like this before in her life! Her neck veins pushed against her flesh as Vickie screamed again and again.
"Oh. God, stop, stop it, you're killing me!" the blonde teen shrieked, her head tossing from side to side. Tears oozed out from under her lids while more sweat coveted her twisting body. Scott kept reaming out her pussy with his fingers, watching her buck and thrash more frenziedly. Then with another grunt, the young man pulled his hand out with a squishy pop.
Vickie relaxed, but only for a second. Scott had his hands around her. He was telling her how he was going to drive his dick into her snatch, how he was going to fuck her until she wouldn't be able to piss for a week!
"Get ready for it, baby."
Vickie clenched her thighs, feeling a strange electricity in her slit. The terror was growing, and yet so was the lust bubbling like lava in her cunt. Scott, however, was too interested in the girl's body to worry about her reactions. He was a wild animal, a beast who had managed to trap his prey and now was going to devour it.
"Unnngh!"
Scott flung himself on her belly, growling and grunting while Vickie tried to prepare herself. Her mouth was drawn tightly over her teeth. Her jaw tightened. She bit her lower lip and turned her head, unable to watch the young man as he overpowered and degraded her.
"Fuck 'er good, man. Fuck 'er, then let of Ranger here take care of her."
Vickie was too engrossed in what was happening to catch most of what had just been said. But something told her the worst was yet to come.