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Note that this story is intended for mature audiences only and contains extremely graphic depictions of material that many audiences will find disturbing, including spanking and forced nudity. Nothing herein is intended to glorify or condone the horrific experiences which the protagonist endures, and the reader is strictly instructed not to take any prurient interest in this tale of violence and sexual exploitation.
The knock had made everyone jump, but Jessica most of all. Panic had chased away the post-orgasm haziness hanging around Jessica’s brain. What would someone think to come upon her like this? Bent over a chair, naked from the waist down, exposing her dripping, spread pussy to a room full of men, while another woman stood behind her in her panties, holding a glistening purple dildo.
Fortunately, rather than instructing her to remain in position, Nick had told Matt to take her upstairs.
“The guests are already here, Jess!” he’d mock-chided her, “you can’t just lie there waiting for people to play with your pussy. You gotta get ready for the party.”
So Matt had led her quickly upstairs, leaving her pants and panties sitting on the living room floor, while Staz and Nick prepared to greet whoever was at the door.
The cabin’s second level consisted of a hallway leading to two bedrooms, one bathroom and some sort of large TV room filled with couches. Jessica followed Matt into one of the bedrooms. Matt shut the door behind them and slumped against it, appearing slightly overwhelmed.
Jessica backed away to the far side of the room, demurely tugging the front of her blouse down to hide her naked crotch. However, as embarrassed and anxious as she was to be alone in a room with this boy, wearing nothing below the waist, she was grateful to have escaped the nightmare scenario downstairs.
And Matt, at least, seemed the least threatening of her captors, had even seemed to show some discomfort as their sexual exploitation of this beautiful sorority pledge had grown gradually more serious. Jessica glanced up at his pimply face and sleepy-stoned eyes, hoping for a sign of sympathy.
“Where is this? W-who are these people?” she asked, her eyes watery and pleading.
Matt gave a nervous shrug. Then, after seeming to listen for any sign of someone coming down the hallway, he took a few steps in Jessica’s direction.
“I don’t know . . .” he said under his breath. “I mean, I don’t know if I’m supposed to–. . . Look, Nick knows a lot of . . . people. Some of these guys, you don’t want to mess with. Well-connected, you know? Mafia-type shit . . .”
Jessica clutched the bottom of her blouse tighter. Her lower lip was quivering.
“What’s- What’s going to happen?” she asked in an almost inaudible squeak.
Matt gave another anxious shrug.
“Nick wouldn’t want me . . . I can’t. I’m sorry. Listen, you should just do what they say. Tomorrow we can just go back . . . No one ever has to know . . . about any of this.”
“Please. I want to leave. I want to go home. Help me.”
Matt shook his head and took a seat on the bed.
“I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry.”
The minutes ticked by slowly while Jessica waited in awkward silence in the bedroom with Matt. After that first attempt, Jessica despaired of trying to enlist his help. Someone with greater guile or powers of manipulation might have tried harder to play on the boy’s conscience or perhaps attempted to formulate some other plan of escape. Jessica, however, hampered by her naivety and introversion, could think of nothing to do but sink further into her corner.
Eventually, Jessica grew tired of standing and sat down self-consciously on the bed, as far away from Matt as she could manage, squeezing her legs tightly together and folding her hands in her lap to cover her nakedness. Matt made no attempt to touch her, but Jessica could feel him glancing over and running his eyes up her nude legs.
The sounds from downstairs were getting louder. The music had been turned up, and raucous voices could be heard echoing up the stairs and through the closed bedroom door. Finally, Matt’s phone buzzed and he glanced down at the message on the screen.
“Stay right here,” he told Jessica before leaving the room.
A few moments later, Matt reappeared, carrying some folded clothes and a few other items.
“I’m, uh, I’m supposed to help you get ready. Here. Nick wants you to put these on.”
Matt set down on the bed a T-shirt and a pleated tennis skirt. The skirt was yellow and the shirt pink—the Theta Theta Psi colors—and the shirt was boldly emblazoned with the sorority letters. Jessica picked up the skirt. It was scandalously short.
“Where’s my . . . my underwear?” she asked Matt quietly, blushing at having to say it.
“Oh. Uh, yeah. That’s it. Nick said no panties. Sorry.”
Jessica nodded silently, staring at the skirt, taking it in. When she didn’t move, Matt shifted his feet nervously.
“Nick’s gonna be pissed if we take too long. Look, just . . . just put it on, ok?”
Swallowing down the knot in her throat, Jessica rose from the bed. As quickly as she could manage, she pulled the skirt on. As she had feared, it barely concealed her naked crotch. Bending over even slightly would almost certainly bring her bottom into view. But there was no point in thinking about that now. She picked up the T-shirt and unfolded it. She glanced up at Matt, who was making no attempt to look away while she undressed.
Taking a deep breath, Jessica turned away trying to preserve her modesty, before unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it onto the bed. She was just about to pull the pink T on when Matt stopped her.
“No bra. Sorry.”
She paused, then reached behind her and unhooked the red Wal-Mart bra, sliding it off her shoulders, causing her stunning, round breasts to bounce free. She pulled the T-shirt on. It was tight. She had to strain the material to get it past her ample chest, and, as she pulled it down, it clung snugly around the underside of her boobs and down her flat stomach. It was an inch or so short for her, causing a strip of midriff to be visible above the waistband of her skirt.
Matt handed her a pair of yellow stockings and some bright pink high heels. Jessica sat down on the bed and pulled on the stockings, trying her best not to flaunt her naked crotch in front of Matt in the process. The stockings stopped at mid-thigh, leaving plenty of bare skin between them and the hem of the skimpy skirt. She then slipped on the shoes and teetered uncertainly to her feet.
She looked down at herself and then to the mirror hanging over the dresser. She looked like the quintessential sorority slut. It was the sort of absurd outfit that might pass for a sexy Halloween costume. The only thing out of place was the red dog collar around her neck, which gave the sexy-sorority-girl ensemble an odd S&M flair.
“And he wants you to redo your makeup and stuff,” said Matt, setting down a hairbrush and makeup kit on the dresser.
Ignoring the lump in her throat, Jessica obeyed. Robotically, she approached the dresser and began to apply the cosmetics that had been laid out for her. Eye liner. Blush. Lipstick. The latter was a loud shade of red, bound to make her look that much more the over-sexualized party girl, but Jessica barely hesitated to smear it around her lips. What did it matter? Compared to the lewd way her braless tits pushed against the pink Theta baby-T, was anyone going to pay much attention to the shade of her makeup?
Jessica was brushing out her hair, trying to look past the tarted-up visage staring back at her from the mirror, when the bedroom door swung open. It was Nick.
“Look at that! Now you look like a real Theta! Welcome to the sisterhood, Jess. Your mom would be so proud . . .”
A sob escaped from Jessica’s throat at the mention of her mother.
“Hey hey, keep a good attitude up, Jess. Party’s getting into full swing downstairs, and, as part of your initiation, I want you to play hostess. Remember: Officium Obsequium Obtemperatio Right? So come on down, we’ll get you set up taking drink orders, just like you were doing earlier. We’ll even show you how to use the martini shaker this time.”
Nick took a step closer to inspect Jessica’s outfit, circling around her. Jessica simply froze, arms at her sides, shoulders heaving with her anxious breathing. Nick gently hooked a forefinger under the hem of the pleated skirt, brushing it up ever so slightly, just enough to get a peek at the girl’s naked bottom.
Circling around to face her again, he flicked his finger across the place between her breasts where the cotton was stretched out into taut ripples, distorting the Greek letters on the shirt’s face. Casually, he cupped one of her boobs, causing her to shiver.
“Yeah, this will work. One final touch, though . . .”
Nick took something out of his pocket. Jessica glanced down and cringed. It was the nipple clamps.
“Hold still, Jess,” said Nick.
Groping her tit firmly with one hand in order to position it, Nick opened the jaws of the clamp with his other hand and placed it over the spot where Jessica’s nipple protruded visibly through the thin cotton fabric. Making sure he had the knob fully between the device’s jaws, Nick let them slowly compress.
Jessica gasped. With the T-shirt to absorb some of the pressure, the agony was not as severe as when Nick had bitten down on her naked nipples during the car ride. But it was still painful.
Nick stretched the chain across to her other boob. Once again manhandling her breast in order to get the positioning of the clamp right, he squeezed her other nipple firmly between the mechanical teeth.
Nick gave the chain dangling between Jessica’s tits a light tug and then nodded in satisfaction. He then pulled the dog leash out from his pocket and attached it to her collar, completing her degradation.
With a tug, he led her toward the door.
“Shake that ass! Come on, bitch, shake that ass!”
The music blared to keep above the din of the voices. Jessica descended the stairs in growing trepidation. How many people were down there? Led along by the leash draped over Nick’s shoulder, she emerged into the cabin’s den and stopped short. It was even more crowded than she’d imagined. There were perhaps a dozen people carousing in the den, and she could tell that there were even more guests milling around the kitchen area around the corner.
It appeared to be a mixed group. There were several clusters of what looked like they could be guests at a frat party, young men and women dressed like college students. But here and there were older men, some wearing expensive-looking suits.
For their part, many of the party-goers stopped in mid-conversation when Jessica appeared at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look in surprise or amusement at the beautiful young blonde wearing yellow stockings and nipple clamps being dragged along on a dog leash into their midst. Jessica brushed a hand self-consciously by the hem of her skirt, assuring herself that it wasn’t riding up too flagrantly.
Nick led her through the den towards the kitchen. As they passed within audible distance of the groups, Nick would stop and introduce Jessica.
“Hey guys, this is Jessica. As you can see, she’s the newest member of Theta Theta Psi. They’re an extremely service-oriented organization, so if you need anything, another drink or whatever, just tell Jess here and she’ll fetch it for you. It’s all part of her initiation. Isn’t that right?”
Jessica’s mouth was dry, but she nodded reluctantly when Nick gave the leash a light tug.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Jessica tried to avoid eye contact with anyone, but she ventured a quick glance up at one group as Nick was explaining that Jessica was at their service. They looked college-age, four boys and two girls, and they crowded around both to hear what Nick was saying and get a closer look at Jessica. Jessica made brief eye contact with one of the girls, who had a disdainful smirk on her face.
Jessica recognized her. She was an upperclassman at the University. She worked in the registrar’s office. Jessica’s mouth hung open.
When they moved on, Jessica scampered after Nick as quickly as her heels would allow so she could whisper to him.
“I-I know her! There’s people here from school!” she blurted out in fear.
Nick stopped and grabbed the leash at its base by her collar, pulling her close.
“You better chill the fuck out, Jess,” he said under his breath, “unless you want to give your classmates something to really gossip about. Look, this isn’t the first time we’ve hosted a party at Staz’s cabin. People know not to run their mouth off about stuff that goes on. What happens here stays here. We’re very clear about that, and we don’t invite people we can’t trust.
“Same deal still applies, alright? You cooperate, we keep this whole weekend quiet. Make trouble, we’re gonna make you a celebrity, you understand?”
Nick gave the chain attached to her nipples a sharp tug.
“Y-yes, sir,” Jessica answered.
Nick led her into the kitchen, where there were a dozen more people. Kentucky Vlad leaned against the refrigerator holding a glass pipe. He raised his eyebrows and smiled as Jessica walked past. Nick gave his spiel about Jessica’s initiation to the room at large before unhooking the leash from her collar. Staz emerged from the living room and clapped his hands together on seeing Jessica.
“Oh my goodness, I had missed those legs! Vlad! Pull a few bottles out of the fridge. Now the evening truly begins!”
Note that this story is intended for mature audiences only and contains extremely graphic depictions of material that many audiences will find disturbing, including spanking and forced nudity. Nothing herein is intended to glorify or condone the horrific experiences which the protagonist endures, and the reader is strictly instructed not to take any prurient interest in this tale of violence and sexual exploitation.
The road after the turnoff was full of curves. Jessica, still topless, had a difficult time maintaining her balance as she hugged her naked breasts between crossed forearms. Every sharp turn threatened to spill her into either Nick or Shannon’s lap.
The trees grew thicker and the pavement less well maintained. Jessica’s feelings of trepidation mounted. What would they do to her once they got to whatever isolated spot in the woods they were taking her to? With no one around to call to for help, with nowhere to run away, what would they force her to do?
“How are those nipples feeling, Jess? Still sore?” Nick asked as the Volvo rounded another switchback, causing Jessica’s nude torso to press into him.
Jessica said nothing as she attempted to reposition herself.
“Remember how you need to answer me when I ask a question, Jess. I hope you’re not backsliding on the lessons you’ve learned. Otherwise tonight’s gonna go a lot rougher for you than it needs to.”
Jessica gulped. She should have known better than to treat Nick’s degrading questions as rhetorical.
“I’ll try again. How do your nipples feel, Jessica?” Nick insisted.
In truth, Jessica could still feel the bite of the nipple clamps on her tender pink nipples. But she shrugged and answered in as few words as she thought she could get away with.
“Ok, sir,” she muttered.
“We’re getting pretty close to the cabin. You want your top back?”
Jessica nodded. “Yes, sir,” she replied.
She looked up, but Nick just raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“May I put—please put my top back on, sir?” she found herself asking.
Nick reached into the paper bag at his feet and handed Jessica the crumpled up white blouse. He reached in again and grabbed the lacey red bra, holding it up questioningly. Jessica winced, but realized she would have to ask for her bra back specifically.
“Can I have my . . . my b-bra, sir?” she choked out.
Smirking, Nick handed her the bra, and Jessica hurriedly reclothed herself, trying to ignore Dylan’s hungry gaze, following her every movement from the front seat.
The cabin was nice, not at all the dilapidated rape shack that Jessica’s mind had conjured during the slow journey up the dirt road that led to it. It was an elegant, two-story building with large glass windows and a wide, well-maintained porch that wrapped around the corner.
On a patch of grass a few yards from the porch, there was a black sedan parked ominously. Obviously, the cabin was occupied. This was confirmed as soon as the Volvo’s engines shut off, and Jessica became aware of a low thumping reverberating from the direction of the cabin, the sound of an echoing bass line from an unheard hip hop track.
“Here we are,” Nick said.
He leaned over and reattached the leash to Jessica’s collar before swinging open the car door and leading her out into the picturesque little clearing among the trees where the cabin sat. Jessica looked around her. The trees’ leaves were just beginning to turn orange and yellow, and there was a stream burbling somewhere nearby. But the scene’s natural beauty only emphasized to Jessica her predicament, how isolated she was. Stuck here in the middle of the woods, she felt like the heroine in a horror movie.
Caught up in her surroundings, Jessica wasn’t paying attention when Nick slung the leash over his shoulder and started heading for the cabin. She nearly toppled over as the leash went taut and her collar yanked suddenly at her neck, causing a surprised “gerrrkh!” to squeeze out from her throat. But with a stumbling 180-degree twirl, arms akimbo to maintain her balance, she managed to right herself and stagger after her master towards the cabin.
The beat of the bass grew louder as they approached, and, by the time they were heading up the porch steps, Jessica could make out the song’s higher channels, including the rapper’s emphatic and angry flow. “Shake that ass. Come on, bitch, shake that ass” was all Jessica could make out.
Nick did not bother knocking, pulling open the cabin’s screen door and pushing in its wooden one before leading Jessica by her leash inside.
The cabin’s interior seemed expensively furnished, with leather couches and glass tables. A living room covered by a thick, furry beige rug gave way to a kitchen area with a large countertop island, upon which were arranged an array of liquor bottles. A haze of smoke hung around the kitchen, and there were three men standing around the island, all of whom turned to look as Nick and Jessica entered, followed by Shannon and finally Matt and Dylan dragging the luggage.
Their eyes, of course, rested on Jessica. However, if they were taken aback to see her being led around on a dog leash, they did not appear to show it. One of them, an square-jawed man probably in his early thirties with a carefully trimmed goatee and wearing a suit jacket and gold chain over a tight grey T-shirt and jeans, handed what looked like a cigar to his companion, a large and muscular but baby-faced man, and approached Nick.
“Niiikolai . . . You are earlier than we expected, my man.”
The man had the faintest trace of an accent. He strode up to them and embraced Nick before releasing him in order to give Jessica a thorough look up and down her body.
“Oh my goodness. This is the one, is it? She is stunning . . . Those tits, they’re real?”
“That’s what she says,” replied Nick. “Feel natural enough to me, too. And we’ve all had plenty of chances to test them out this weekend. Isn’t that right, Jess?”
“Yes, sir,” Jessica murmured, folding her arms in front of her.
The man raised his eyebrows in appreciation.
“And so respectful! Weeeeell, my darling, you certainly will be the . . . belle of the ball tonight?”
“What time are people gonna start arriving?” asked Nick.
“Not for another hour maybe. We have plenty of time to catch up, Kolya, and to get to know your . . . friends. Come in come in and have a drink. We are fully stocked.”
They followed him towards the kitchen where introductions were made, at least between the men and the frat boys. No one addressed Jessica, who stood towards the side of the room like a non-person. She did learn that Nick’s acquaintance went by Staz, that the big man smoking the cigar (which, Jessica detected from the odor, must be stuffed with marijuana) was known as Skinny Pasha and that the man leaning against the stovetop in the dark hoody with Asian features and an elaborate tattoo running up his neck, was named Kentucky Vlad.
Staz had begun pouring drinks when Nick stopped him.
“Let Jessica here handle all that, man,” he said, “it’ll be good for her training. Right, Jess?”
“Yes, sir,” Jessica muttered reflexively.
Staz seemed to like the idea and led the group back to the couches in the living room, leaving Jessica with seven drink orders and some basic directions on where to find the glasses and ice. Nick unhooked the leash from Jessica’s collar and gave her cheek a little pat.
“Hope you got all that, Jess. If the service is bad, I’m gonna have to punish you in front of these guys. Understand?”
Jessica flinched. When Nick turned to join the others, she hurriedly began fixing drinks. Fortunately, the requests weren’t complicated. Nick and the three men from the cabin had all ordered vodka (neat for Kentucky Vlad, rocks for everyone else), beers for Matt and Dylan, and Shannon had demanded a “dirty” vodka martini, presumably simply to make Jessica’s job more complicated.
When Jessica entered the living room with the first set of vodkas, everyone was seated around the leather couches. Staz had out a switchblade which he was busily scraping against the cover of a hardback book, arranging some small piles of white powder into delicate little lines. Jessica had never seen cocaine in real life, but she recognized the ritual from movies.
She couldn’t hear the group’s conversation over the hip hop blaring from the stereo until she got closer. When she did, she heard Nick finishing telling Staz something like “ . . . think we can start the bidding at 500 . . .” before cutting himself off at Jessica’s approach.
Jessica tried to hand Nick one of the vodkas, but Nick directed her towards Staz and Skinny Pasha.
“No no no. Serve my boy Staz here first.”
“Yes, sir,” answered Jessica, nodding nervously.
As she was setting the drinks down, Staz passed the book with the cocaine over to Shannon who snorted up a line. As Jessica turned to hurry back to the kitchen, Shannon shouted to her.
“Where the fuck’s my martini, skank? You’re gonna be sorry if I don’t have a drink in my hand quick!”
Though Shannon was clearly no longer in charge, Jessica had never stopped being frightened of her, and the ferocity of her demands sent Jessica scuttling back to the bar all the quicker with a panicky “yes, ma’am.” Deciding that she had better serve Shannon next, Jessica pulled a martini glass out of the cabinet and then examined the selection of liquids. A vodka martini must have vodka in it . . . but what else? Luckily, the green bottle of vermouth sitting right next to the vodka was illustrated with a cartoon martini glass, complete with olive.
Praying that what she was doing was correct, Jessica filled the glass with half vodka and half vermouth, grabbed a green olive from a nearby bowl and plopped it in. Holding the drink up and trying desperately not to spill, she scuttled back into the living room to deliver it to Shannon.
Before Jessica could even turn back, though, Shannon took a sip and nearly spit it out.
“What the fuck is this? Nick, try this. Does this taste like a dirty martini to you?”
Nick gamely took a sip and blanched.
“Well, it’s warm for one thing . . .” he said.
“I ought to paddle that ass raw, you stupid slut,” Shannon hissed. “Nick, where’s the paddle. This dumb Rushie bitch needs some punishment.”
To Jessica’s surprise, Nick didn’t immediately seize the opportunity to force her into another spanking. Instead, he leaned back in the couch and regarded Shannon.
“Well, I don’t know that it’s Jessica’s fault she doesn’t know how to make a martini. Tell you what, I got a better idea. What if she makes it up to you? Seems like you two have had a lot of sexual tension this whole trip that could use some relief. What do you say? You want to help Jessica put on a little show for our hosts?”
Shannon seemed undecided, glancing around furtively at the men in the room. Her leg was bouncing furiously. Jessica, meanwhile, was frozen in place by what was being suggested.
“You ever been with another girl, Jess?”
Jessica’s mouth was dry but she knew Nick expected an answer.
“Really? Never experimented? Fingering your friend in the bunks at camp or anything? Well, it’s no big deal. Shannon’ll show you how. Come on, Shan. You can have a bump afterwards. Right, Staz?”
“Of course, Kolya,” responded Staz, taking a line of cocaine himself, “there is nothing I like more than a little lezzie action.”
Shannon gauged the situation for another moment before jumping to her feet.
“Fine! You ready to let these pervs watch you lick my pussy, Rushie?”
Jessica didn’t know what to say. She had never even considered having sex with another woman. She found the idea disgusting. Before she could object or think of some way to delay, however, Shannon stepped in close to her and grabbed her roughly around the hips, pulling her up against her own body.
Before Jessica knew what was happening, Shannon leaned in and planted her lips on Jessica’s, giving her a long, passionate kiss that startled Jessica so thoroughly that she barely struggled. Staz and several of the other men whooped and applauded.
Shannon released Jessica and gave her a light shove.
“Down on your knees, whore. You’re going to service me just like to serviced those two men in the back of the porn shop.”
Jessica’s legs were trembling. She looked towards Nick, with a perverse hope of rescue.
“Obedience, Jess,” said Nick calmly.
“I said get down on your fucking knees,” repeated Shannon.
Jessica felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Shaking, she lowered herself down to the soft off-white rug. With an ambiguous look towards Nick, Shannon deftly unbuttoned her pants and lowered them to the ground. She kicked them off and then pulled down her black panties, revealing a closely-cropped strip of straight, dark public hair. She threw her panties down next to her pants and then sat back down, naked from the waist down, on the couch next to Nick.
“Let’s go. Crawl the fuck over here and get that whore mouth to work.”
From her spot on the ground, in front of the television and surrounded on all sides by the seated men, Jessica felt very much on stage. She looked discreetly around the room. Most of the men had leaned forward expectantly in their seats. Matt, she noticed, had the video camera out, and Dylan was rummaging in his bag for the SLR.
Blushing furiously but with no escape presenting itself, Jessica rose up on her hands and knees and crawled towards Shannon who, at Jessica’s subservient approach, slouched down in her seat opened up her legs, offering up access to the older girl’s naked snatch.
When her head found itself between Shannon’s knees, Jessica paused, unsure of how to proceed. She looked up at Shannon’s vagina, which lay inches from her face. Despite its proximity, the thought of putting her mouth on it, of sticking her tongue between its folds, seemed inconceivable.
“Well, what’s the hold up?” Shannon demanded, reaching down and grabbing a handful of Jessica’s hair.
“Ahhhh!” Jessica yelped.
Shannon grabbed another handful of blonde hair with her other hand and pulled harder, yanking Jessica’s head back and forth with such violence that it banged against Shannon’s knees.
“Oh! Oh god!” Jessica squealed.
Finally, Shannon jerked Jessica’s head closer to her pussy, causing Jessica’s arms to stumble-crawl closer to the couch.
“Aahhhg—mmmmmph!” Jessica cried as her squeal of pain was muffled by her face colliding with the soft flesh of Shannon’s cunt.
“Let’s go! Lick it bitch. Get me off.”
Hesitantly, her face buried deep between Shannon’s legs, Jessica stuck her tongue out. She felt it make contact with Shannon’s pussy lips. Repressing a convulsion of disgust, she began to move it haltingly around. Shannon gave the back of her head a smack.
“Jesus, you’re fucking useless. Lick it! Move your head! And get your lips into it.”
Slowly, Jessica eased into it. She stuck her tongue out more fully and licked upwards along Shannon’s slit, mixing her saliva with Shannon’s sweat and pussy juices, which Jessica was beginning to taste tartly on her palette. She could never have guessed at the Theta Theta Psi pledge dinner the week before that she would find herself here: on her knees, moving her head up and down, lapping at the dark-haired sorority treasurer’s naked crotch.
Shannon continued to press and guide the blonde head between her legs, and Jessica’s tongue worked itself further and further inside Shannon’s cunt. As Shannon grew wetter, Jessica involuntarily began to work her lips into the task, slurping messily at Shannon’s pussy in order to take in breath. Apparently, the performance pleased Shannon, who finally released Jessica’s hair from her grasp and leaned back into the couch.
“I think she’s really starting to enjoy her first taste of pussy,” said someone in a Russian accent. Jessica tried to ignore the men watching and just continue the mechanical working of her tongue and mouth in the hopes of bringing this humiliating ordeal to a conclusion.
Shannon let out a soft “ohh . . .” The sound was so out of character that Jessica was momentarily confused and paused in her slurping rhythm, but Shannon immediately reached down and gave the back of her head a sharp slap with a harsh “What?” So, fearfully, Jessica resumed eating Shannon out.
Shannon began to squirm in her seat, and Jessica had to follow the erratic movements of Shannon’s crotch with her head in order to keep running her tongue up and down its damp folds. Shannon began to grind into Jessica’s face, thrusting her pussy so firmly against Jessica’s mouth that she was worried she might not be able to breathe. At one point, Shannon’s thighs closed around Jessica’s head and squeezed her ears, causing Jessica to momentarily panic at the feeling of suffocation before she was released.
Gradually, the acute shame of her position—bent down on all fours in front the couch, face buried between Shannon’s bare legs, everyone watching her pleasure another woman with her tongue—was joined by physical discomfort. Her arms and back ached, and her tongue and jaw were becoming increasingly exhausted.
Just when Jessica was beginning to think she wouldn’t be able to keep up the taxing, submissive performance much longer, Shannon let out a low moan and her lower body shuddered. Jessica slowed her lapping and glanced up at the older girl, trying to get a feel for whether she should continue. To Jessica’s relief, Shannon inched up higher in her seat, pulling her cunt away from Jessica’s mouth.
Jessica remained in place on all fours, looking up at Shannon for her next instruction. All around her mouth was smeared with saliva and Shannon’s juices, which began to drip down her chin.
“Wow, I think you’ve found a new talent, Jess,” said Nick. “What do you think, Shan? How was it?”
“mmmnnnot bad I guess . . .” Shannon half-sighed, seeming to suppress a shiver. Shakily, she rose to her feet, bumping Jessica’s face with her knee in the process, and grabbed her black panties, pulling them up her legs and over her shapely ass.
“Stand up, Jessica,” said Nick.
Jessica raised herself off the rug, subtly wiping a forearm across her face to clear off some of fluids that clung to it. She stood facing the six men but could not bring herself to make eye contact with any of them after what they’d just watched her do.
“That was some champion carpet munching,” Nick said. “Now it’s your turn . . .”
Jessica’s stomach dropped, but, before she could do anything, Shannon, who had just retrieved her pants, shoved her way past Jessica.
“Wait! What the fuck, Nick? If you think I’m gonna put my face anywhere near this bitch’s dirty snatch, you’re out of your mind . . .”
“Shannon, Jesus, calm down . . .” sighed Nick.
Staz proffered up the book with a fresh line of coke measured out. Tossing her pants down on the couch, Shannon stalked over to Staz, panty-clad hips swaying in defiance, and snorted it up before whirling around to face Jessica.
“Ok, cunt, take off your god damn pants,” she ordered, a slightly crazed look in her eyes.
Jessica backed away from her a step. Her mouth hung open as if to protest, but no words came out.
“Obedience, Jessica . . .” corroborated nick in an authoritative tone. “You’re going to enjoy this. I promise. Let’s start by having you put your hands on your head.”
Jessica gulped and hesitated, but a quick glance at the look in Nick’s eyes convinced her not to make him repeat his command. She nodded quickly, eyes back down to the floor, croaking out a quiet “yes, sir.” Shaking, she put her hands on your head.
“Jessica’s sometimes a little slow to figure out instructions,” said Nick, turning to their Russian hosts. “It’s cute. But we’ll be here all day waiting for her. She needs someone to pull her shorts down for her. Pasha, you want to help her out? Jess, you stay right where you are.”
Jessica shook her head forlornly but did not move or protest. Skinny Pasha, for his part, grinned broadly and set down his drink. Rising from the sofa with a nimbleness surprising for a man his size, he approached Jessica, looming over the girl whose head barely reached his chest.
“Shame beautiful girl like you only like pussy,” he purred down at her, as, to Jessica’s horror, he explored the fly of her pants with the tips of his fingers. “You ever ready for real man, you talk to Skinny Pasha, eh?”
Then, without warning, the big man popped the button of her shorts and roughly slid the zipper down to its crux. Circling around and crouching behind her, he then tugged her shorts, revealing the red thong underneath. Pausing ever so briefly to admire the sight of red elastic rising boldly from between Jessica’s ass cheeks, he proceeded to slip his hands beneath the waistband of the underwear and slowly peel it downward until, slipping it past her knees, he allowed the thong to fall to her ankles where it joined her crumpled pants.
Pasha rose to his feet and took a step backwards. Jessica stood in place, her hands on her head, her pants around her ankles and her blouse barely concealing her shaved pussy from the room full of men surrounding her.
“Thanks for your help, Pasha,” said Nick. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, would you pull that chair front and center?”
Not taking his eyes off the blonde Freshman standing in terrified attention, stripped from the waist down, the large man grabbed the puffy leather armchair that Nick had indicated and dragged it to the center of the room, right next to Jessica. He then returned to his seat next to Staz.
“Ok, Jessica, you’re going to bend over that chair,” instructed Nick. “And unless you want some more help, you’ll be quick about it.”
As dismayed as Jessica was at the thought of once more bending over and offering up her naked bottom to whatever new torment Nick and Shannon had in mind, the last thing she wanted was for that giant or one of these other goons to grab her and force her over the chair. So, choking out another “yes, sir,” Jessica lowered her hands and scooted around to face the chair with as much grace as her clothing-constrained ankles would allow.
Jessica leaned across the chair’s padded arm and grabbed the other, far arm, letting her torso fall down into the deep seat. Following her upper body’s downward slope, the tail of her blouse gradually eased its way up her lower back, bringing her naked bottom into full display.
One of the men, Staz it sounded like, sucked in at his teeth. “Oh my goodness, that ass! God damn it is a thing of beauty, yes?”
Jessica heard Shannon stride up behind her and she flinched as she felt Shannon’s cold hand reach out and touch her nude bottom.
“Jesus, this is getting you so hot right now, isn’t it?” Shannon said, letting her palm drift down the curvature of Jessica’s butt cheek towards her thigh. “You just love hoisting your ass in air in front of all these guys . . .”
Shannon’s fingers dove between Jessica’s legs, gently stroking the hairless lips of Jessica’s vagina. Involuntarily, Jessica tensed at the invasion, letting out a surprised “Nng!,” her thighs clenching shut, nearly trapping Shannon’s hand.
Shannon responded by slapping Jessica’s ass sharply with her other hand.
“Hey! The fuck was that? Spread your legs, slut . . .” Shannon scolded her.
Roughly, Shannon reached down and tore Jessica’s shorts and panties off of her ankles, freeing her legs to open wider. Biting her lip to hold back tears, Jessica tentatively obeyed Shannon’s harsh nudging and widened her stance, exposing more of her sensitive sex to the cruel sorority girl’s advances.
Shannon’s hand came down forcefully on the small of Jessica’s back, pinning her down over the chair arm. At the same time, Shannon’s other hand went straight between Jessica’s open legs, cupping her crotch firmly from pubis to taint, as if scooping it up. She kept her hand in that position for a moment, grinding her palm against Jessica’s womanhood as if savoring the thoroughness of her domination. Then, her hand slid upwards as her fingers began to stroke Jessica’s exposed pussy.
The physical intensity of the violation rolled up Jessica’s spine in shuddering waves, causing a tiny moan of shame to escape her lips. She wanted desperately to shield herself from the invasion, to wriggle away from Shannon’s touch. But she was completely helpless. She had no choice but to maintain the humiliating position she had been commanded to assume. Instead, she simply buried her face in the seat cushion, letting her sorority sister have her way with her vulnerable pussy.
“Keep your head up, Jessica. Face forward . . .” she heard Nick call to her.
Reluctantly, Jessica lifted her head. Once again, she found herself staring into a camera lens, as Dylan bobbled the camcorder in front of her, recording her every reaction to her degradation. Jessica’s eyes welled up with tears.
“Did I hear a ‘yes, sir’?” Nick asked.
“Y-yes . . . S-suuuuhhh-irrr . . .” Jessica moaned quietly, just as Shannon’s middle finger began rubbing aggressively against her clit.
“Hey, Shan,” came Nick’s voice again, “Take a look through the bag of goodies we picked up from Red Hott. There ought to be a nice purple vibrator I think the two of you would have some fun with. Should be a bottle of lube in there too.”
Jessica’s eyes went wide. She had seen a vibrator once, when she was twelve. It had belonged to her friend Samantha’s mom, and Samantha had led her conspiratorially to the sock drawer where it was hidden to inspect the forbidden object. But Jessica had certainly never used one herself. The idea frightened her, sticking a whirring mechanical device next to her private areas.
Shannon withdrew her hand from Jessica’s crotch and walked away.
There was a crinkling sound of a paper bag being jostled that wrung Jessica’s stomach in knots. The fact that she could not see what was going on behind her heightened the horrible sense of dread. Then, a scarier sound made Jessica’s heart skip. From just behind her vulnerable naked ass and spread thighs, there came a low bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
When the cold, vibrating plastic made contact with Jessica’s pussy, she gasped in shock. The sensation was entirely foreign. Shannon pressed the vibrator, which felt to be about the size of a hot dog, firmly down against Jessica’s clit and moved it around slowly in concentric circles. Jessica’s mouth widened into a large, silent “oh” and her body tensed and rocked forward over the chair, causing an appreciative reaction from the men on the couches.
As the buzzing emanating from her loins brought her closer and closer to losing control, Jessica’s thighs began to shake violently and her body began to squirm around involuntarily like an epileptic. Though she tried to keep silent, lest any sound she make be mistaken for a cry of pleasure, the intense feelings spasming up from where the vibrator rubbed against her clitoris seemed to push bursts of air past her vocal chords, forcing her pursed lips apart.
“Wuuhhh-ahhh . . .” she grunted. “Unnnghh-ohh-ah-ah . . .”
The climax came upon her suddenly, her entire body tensing with the force of the involuntary orgasm, her fingers eating into the leather of the puffy armrest. Her soft grunts rose in pitch and volume to a sustained “Ohhhh-ahhhhhhh!”
Thankfully, mercifully, upon this highly visible and audible display of release, Shannon withdrew the vibrator. The buzzing stopped. Jessica’s muscles slowly began to relax, interrupted only by momentary aftershocks from the orgasm that would every so often ripple through her body.
She gulped in air, unable to believe what had just happened. She had never experienced a physical sensation like that before. With mounting shame, she realized she had just allowed herself to cum in front of a roomful of strange men, bent over a chair while another woman assaulted her pussy from behind with a sex toy, all to her apparent enjoyment.
Breathing heavily, she waited to be given permission to close her legs, to rise from her degrading position and cover herself. But instead, she heard a wet “splrrt” from where Shannon was standing. Suddenly, Shannon’s hand was back between Jessica’s legs, and this time it was smearing some sort of moist, slippery substance all over her crotch.
Shannon’s fingers spread the lubrication all over the surface of Jessica’s snatch. Then, to Jessica’s dismay, the fingers nudged their way between Jessica’s plump shaved labia and gradually eased upwards, penetrating further and further inside her vagina.
Jessica had barely registered this new invasion when Shannon’s fingers pulled out of her pussy with a wet slurp and were replaced with the plastic head of the vibrator. Jessica’s eyes opened wide in alarm and she looked back over her shoulder to see Shannon preparing to shove the rigid purple shaft up inside her.
“N-no . . . please . . .” she panted meekly, “please don-oh-ooooooohhh!”
Jessica’s protests were cut short as Shannon forced the unyielding plastic phallus deep inside her. It was a modestly-sized vibrator and, thanks to the lubrication, its glide was relatively smooth, but Jessica’s tight, nearly-virgin pussy still greeted the sudden incursion with shock and discomfort.
Her jaw hung open and her fingers dug deep into the armrest as, in speechless horror, she felt Shannon slide the sex toy out and then thrust it firmly back in. Suddenly, there was no other way to describe what was happening to her: she was being fucked.
Shannon slid the vibrator in and out of Jessica’s pussy with increasing speed, sending her body rocking violently against the chair. Jessica simply closed her eyes tight and began to pray for the violation to come to an end. Then, Shannon flipped a switch and vibrator came to life once again, filling Jessica’s loins with its intense whirring.
This time, the device’s vibrations came from deep inside her, causing a different but no less intense sensation. Shannon continued to fuck her from behind with the buzzing purple wand, and, suddenly, Jessica was losing control again. Thighs shaking wildly, stomach clenching, she found herself rising towards a second humiliating orgasm.
“Oh g-god . . .” she heard herself say.
The climax was more sustained this time, assaulting Jessica’s body for what seemed like minutes. Then, Shannon’s thrusts slowed, and finally, she slipped the vibrator out of Jessica’s now-sopping-wet pussy, switching it off as she did so.
There was a smattering of applause from the men on the couch.
Jessica was left completely spent, draped like a damp dishrag over the armchair, barely able to think let alone move or speak. She was just beginning to register, with mounting shame and disgust, the sensation of liquid, a mix of lube and her own sex juices, trickling out of her vagina and down her inner thigh, when suddenly, there was a knock on the cabin door.
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Only Matt was in the car that picked them up, and Jessica couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Dylan.
She was still shaky from the humiliating incidents in the store. She couldn’t believe she’d been forced to draw so much unwanted attention upon herself. She reached up and felt the dog collar that was still fastened uncomfortably around her neck.
Matt had seemingly parked as far away as possible, and Jessica had been forced to walk through the Wal-Mart parking lot for dozens of agonizing feet.
Led by Nick, she and Shannon had stepped out into the crosswalk. Several cars had pulled to a stop in order to let the pedestrians pass. Jessica had crossed her arms in front of her, trying not to think about the revealing outfit she was parading.
“Slow down, Jessica,” Nick had warned. “Don’t get in front of me.”
Nick had slowed his own pace down to an agonizing crawl, forcing Jessica to shuffle slowly across the parking lot while several cars slowed down to get a look at her. One car had given her an appreciative honk.
Only a few miles up the road from the Wal-Mart, the car pulled into a seedy-looking strip mall. Jessica scanned the signs, wondering where they could possibly be going and why. Then, her eyes lit on a sign that made her heart skip a beat:
Red Hott Adult Book and Video.
A porno shop. Was that where they were going? She had never been inside such a place, but Jessica imagined a dark, smelly cave full of perverts and child molesters. She shivered. They were going to make her go into one of these seedy little places, make her look at all the smut, and… Jessica’s stomach knotted in on itself… and who knew what else.
The car engine switched off.
“Ok, Jessica,” said Nick. “One last errand to run.”
He leaned over to her across the back seat and slipped a finger underneath the collar, putting uncomfortable pressure against her windpipe.
“You be good in here, and we’ll be out of here before you know it. You know what disobedience will get you.”
He opened the door. Jessica took a deep breath and followed him out of the car.
The interior of Red Hott was neither as dark nor as dirty as she’d imagined. The floors were vacuumed. The shelves were neat. She could almost imagine she was inside a Blockbuster Video store until she looked at the far wall and saw a poster advertising “Anal Cum Sluts III.”
Below the title, the poster featured a naked woman with enormous breasts. Her skin was damp. Her legs were spread. Though she was peering straight at the camera, a seductive expression plastered haphazardly across her face, her left hand was absent-mindedly stroking an absurdly large penis that poked in from off-frame. Jessica looked away with shame.
The store appeared empty until a discreet curtain near Anal Cum Sluts III parted and an employee emerged. He was big man, thick muscular arms criss-crossed with tatooing. He was young, probably under 30, with black hair and dark brownish skin. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, counterbalanced by a small tuft of facial hair on his chin.
“Sorry. We’re closing up, guys,” he told Nick, “If you want, we–”
The big guy stopped short when he caught sight of Jessica.
“Oh. It’s you. Your friends are back in the studio. Just head through that curtain there.”
Nick walked up to shake his hand.
“Mr. Erikson. I’m Nick. We talked on the phone.”
“Hey, what’s up, my man. Call me Bear.”
Bear broke out into a big grin as he looked from Nick to Shannon to Jessica to Jessica’s breasts.
“Lemme just lock this door here, and we’ll head back,” Bear offered. “They’ve been showing me some raw footage, but Dylan says you’ve got a rough cut ready, too.”
With growing trepidation, Jessica followed Nick, Shannon and Bear back to the “studio.”
The back room of Red Hott was much larger than expected. The hardwood floor was covered with an expansive oriental rug. Lighting and camera equipment were stacked in one corner, and next to this pile was a big wood table cluttered with video tapes, paperwork, and, to Jessica’s alarm, an array of sex toys: dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and many other objects that she could not hope to recognize.
At the other end of the studio was a leather couch, where Matt and a skinny older man with a graying moustache and thick eyeglasses were sitting. Matt was standing by a large screen television, attempting to hook something up.
“You guys know Tony,” said Bear, opening up a closet and producing several folding chairs.
“Ah. Niccolai. So good to see you again,” greeted Tony, in a strange, possibly affected, Slavic accent. “And pleased to meet you in person, young lady. Such a gorgeous figure.”
Jessica was offered a spot on the couch, between Tony and Nick. She didn’t dare refuse. The rest of the room’s males arranged themselves, either standing or sitting on folding chairs, so that they could see the television. Nick asked Matt if everything was ready, and Matt nodded.
“Now, this is only a rough cut,” Matt muttered as he clicked away at a laptop that was apparently connected to the big plasma screen.
Jessica dug her nails into her thigh, trying not to tremble at what she feared was coming. She felt as if her chest were about to cave in.
The film started up. As feared, Jessica’s face popped up on the screen. It was at the truck stop, and she was posing against the stucco wall. The smile that Nick had ordered her to maintain seemed surprisingly realistic. As the camera zoomed out, it was revealed that the smiling girl had her shirt off and was standing around next to some old propane tanks, flashing her bra-clad breasts around for the benefit of several onlookers.
Jessica watched with horror as her video-self bent over and puckered her lips coquettishly. The video cut to another scene moments later: Jessica was reaching behind her to unhook her bra. The camera panned over to catch the wide-eyed reaction of the truck stop cashier and then back to Jessica as her beautiful nude tits popped into view.
“Best jugs I’ve seen in a while. First class.” commented Bear.
“Dee nipples have good form. Dark rose coloring. Perfect,” corroborated Tony.
On the screen, two men were now weighing and fondling Jessica’s first class jugs and tugging on her perfect rose-colored nipples. A close-up revealed her nipples to be erect and aroused. In a wider shot, she was horrified to see that she had managed to maintain that same fake smile even while her breasts were mauled by these two strangers. The way it was cut together, it looked like she might be enjoying all the attention!
The scene changed once again, this time to Jessica bent over of Nick’s car, receiving a paddling. The video cut between her shocked face and her jean-clad bottom as she let Nick wallop her ass by the side of a busy highway.
Next, they were back at the truck stop, and Jessica was following Nick over to the picnic bench. When they cut to a shot of her facing Nick and unbuttoning her pants, she had to close her eyes. “Ready, Jessica?” she heard a voice on the video say. “Yes,” came her reply, then the furious flesh-slapping sound of Nick’s hand hitting her ass over and over.
“Open your eyes, Jessica,” Nick said, next to her, “or you’re going to be reenacting this scene sooner than you think.”
Jessica obediently opened her eyes, although her vision was now blurred with tears. On screen, she saw herself bent over Nick’s lap, and she watched as Nick grabbed her panties and yanked them down, revealing her rosy ass cheeks. She saw him continue the spanking on her naked bottom, the supple meat of her ass cheeks jiggling after each fresh blow.
Jessica grimaced as she watched herself waddle away from the bench, her panties around her knees to stand submissively facing the wall.
“M-may I pull up my puh . . . my pants, sir?” she heard herself say.
Suddenly, they were in the VFW. Jessica was on stage swaying to the music. In the dim light of the VFW basement, she seemed like she was a perfectly willing, if untalented, dancer. If there was any reluctance when Jessica took off her top and began fondling her breasts, it was not apparent from the video. Jessica cringed to see herself kneel down in front of a fat, middle-aged man and begin licking the beer bottle he held in front of his crotch.
Then, Jessica was in her panties, crawling up on top of the pool table on all fours where she was surrounded by almost a dozen men. The frame closed in on Jessica’s ass as Nick grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees.
“Great shots. Great shots,” raved Bear as, on screen, Jessica’s naked bottom was pummeled with the wooden paddle. Footage of her ass was interspersed with shots of her face, reacting to the spanking. In horrified silence, she watched herself receive ten hard slaps to her nude backside and then continue to kneel there obediently as one of the men slathered her ass with a gooey gel.
By the time the footage had gotten to her allowing three men to cum on her face, Jessica was overcome by despair. The way the video was edited together, it was impossible to tell that she wasn’t a willing participant in all this.
The scene shifted to the hotel room. Jessica was completely naked, laying across the skinny clerk’s lap, receiving another rough spanking. Before long, the spanking dissolved into footage of Jessica facing the camera, grinding her naked butt into the old hotel manager’s crotch while the old man reached around and fondled her breasts.
“Mmmmm,” said Tony, and Jessica could feel him looking at her.
Now the pool: Jessica looking coquettishly at the camera, her tight black dress making her look both seductive and trampy. Jessica on all fours, her panties around her knees, sticking her exposed bottom into the air. Jessica lifting up her dress and spreading apart her shaved pussy.
Finally, the film cut to footage of Jessica sitting on the lounge chair, rubbing herself furiously. She began to arch her back, and little moans escaped her. It looked genuine. It looked as if Jessica, so turned on by everything that had happened to her, by the spankings and the poses and the lap dance, could no longer resist touching herself.
The film came to an abrupt end. It was worse, much worse, than Jessica could possibly have imagined. She knew that she must do whatever it took to ensure that no one ever saw it.
“That was some hot shit,” said Bear. “I think you could get top dollar for that.”
“Top dollar,” Tony echoed.
Jessica became instantly alarmed. Was Nick going to sell the videos of her? After he’d promised not to show them to anyone?
“If your interested,” Bear continued, scratching his goatee with one big paw, “I’ve got some connections. Help you with DVD distribution.”
Jessica turned to Nick, her eyes wild with fear. She knew she had to do something. Step in.
“N-no,” she whispered to Nick, although everyone in the room could hear her, “you promised. You can’t…”
“I think maybe you misunderstood me, Bear,” said Nick, “we’re not interested in selling the movie.”
“You’re not—” Bear was momentarily stunned. “Well, shit, that’s a goddam shame. This here’s a work of art. Be a shame to let is languish. Look, if you don’t want to go the video market route, let’s set up a website with a pay wall . . .”
“We’re not interested in selling the movie,” Nick interrupted him. “Not yet. Like I told Tony, we were just interested in your valuation. If the situation changes . . .” Nick gave Jessica a meaningful look, “You’ll be the first person we call. But for the moment, here’s a thought: We can’t sell you the movie, but maybe you might be interested in being a part of it? . . . Stand up, Jess.”
Oh god, thought Jessica. Nick had repeatedly promised not to let things get “out of hand,” but here in this small room, with five men and one psychotic woman, she felt very, very vulnerable.
Obediently, she rose from the couch. At first it felt as if her legs had turned to jelly, and she wobbled uncertainly as she tried to find a calm pose. She adjusted her chafing dog collar, trying not to think about what might be coming next.
“Shit, man. I don’t know…” said Bear, exchanging a look with Tony.
Nick seemed oblivious of Bear’s hesitation. He walked behind Jessica and put his hands on her shoulders.
“These two people have been very helpful in letting us use their set-up here to screen your film. Aren’t you glad to have had the chance to see it?”
Jessica’s lip trembled. She was mortified to have seen it.
“Don’t worry, that movie’s going to be our secret. But before we move on, I want you to do something, and it might be a little hard for you.”
Dylan snickered at this, but Nick flashed him a look.
“Remember how we taught you to give a blow job back in Millard?”
Jessica looked at him with horror, not knowing what to say.
“You know, with the beer bottle? That wasn’t so hard, right? You’re just going to do the same thing. Only instead of a bottle, I want you to suck on our new friend’s penis.
Jessica’s mind reeled. She looked over to see Bear watching this odd exchange with curiosity. He was a huge man, perhaps a full foot taller than Jessica and several times her weight.
“Obedience, Jess. This is important test. You’re going to walk over to our good friend Bear here, and you’re going to drop down to your knees. Then, you’re going to ask if you can put his cock in your mouth.”
Jessica didn’t protest. She didn’t argue. She just did nothing.
She couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t move, wouldn’t voluntarily place itself in that degrading position. So she just stood, as if waiting for something to save her.
Several agonizing moments of silence passed.
“Close your eyes, Jessica.”
“Just close your eyes, Jessica.”
Nick’s voice did not sound angry, but Jessica knew she had made a terrible error. Yet, she couldn’t imagine anything more terrifying that having to put this gargantuan stranger’s penis in her mouth and do… do god knows what with it.
When she’d shut her eyes tight, she heard Nick move away from her and begin whispering with Bear, whose murmurs of assent were the only bits of dialogue she could make out.
“Put your arms behind your back. And open your mouth wide,” Nick ordered.
Jessica began shaking, but she did her best to comply. She heard bodies moving all around her, and it was difficult to keep her eyes shut.
Jessica tried to force her jaw to open wider. She felt Nick reach up and touch her face. He gently pushed her mouth open even further and placed some sort of rubber ball between her teeth. Jessica was confused.
All of a sudden, someone grabbed her wrists from behind and snapped on a set of handcuffs. Jessica opened her eyes in surprise and began to struggle, but two more sets of hands held her steady.
At the same moment that the handcuffs locked into place, Nick forced the ball deeper into her mouth while someone else strapped it around her head. Jessica looked around wildly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shannon back away and disappear behind the curtain. Matt had a camera in his hand and was dodging around trying to get a longer shot.
Jessica tried to scream, a high-pitched “Mmmmmmphhhh!” muffled by the ball gag.
“Is this what you want, Jessica?” Nick said to her, his voice suddenly menacing. “Because this is what you’re going to get when you don’t cooperate!”
Jessica had become a scared animal, no longer thinking about the tapes or the pictures or the sorority, simply struggling out of pure instinct. On either side of her, Dylan and Nick held her shoulders firm.
“Over to the table,” Nick ordered.
They dragged her over to table. Bear cleared some of the papers and equipment to make room for her. Roughly, Dylan grabbed her handcuffed wrists and forced her torso down onto the varnished wood surface.
The wind momentarily knocked out of her from being slammed down against the table, Jessica stopped struggling. Her position, her arms wrenched uncomfortably behind her, her breasts crushed against the table by Dylan’s downward pressure on her back, her jaws forced apart by the rubber ball, was painful.
“So you won’t give our friend a blowjob…”
Nick strode to the side of the table, so that Jessica could see him. In his hands, he was carrying what appeared to be a wide strip of leather with a wooden handle.
“Well, we’ll see how long it takes for you to change your mind. Cameras rolling?”