First Chapter of W.H. Collins’s dark erotic novel “The Initiation.”. All nineteen chapters of “The Initiation” are available from Amazon and All Romance

All nineteen chapters of “The Initiation” are available from Amazon and All Romance

Sixteenth Chapter of W.H. Collins’s dark erotic novel “The Initiation.”. All nineteen chapters are available from Amazon and All Romance

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.

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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.

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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.

“N-no, sir.”

“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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Inevitably, Jessica had trouble getting to sleep.

She had heard Nick and his friends leave, but for many minutes she could do nothing but sit dazed on the floor, their fresh cum still smeared across her face. Finally, she felt her body tip to the side as if purely by force of gravity, and she collapsed into the carpet.  Tears began to flow beneath her blindfold, and for several minutes, she allowed herself to sob, curled up in a fetal position on the hotel floor.

Eventually, though, she rose. Pinching the blindfold between thumb and forefinger, as if worried she might accidentally touch one of the globs of semen that dotted her face, she pulled it over her head and hurled it almost fearfully to the ground. Making sure no one was lurking under the bed or staring through the windows or waiting to burst in through the door, she stumbled into the bathroom.

She grabbed a hand towel off the rack and, after running it momentarily under the faucet, began to desperately wipe the revolting white goo off her face. After numerous forceful passes with the damp towel, she wadded it up with disgust and let it drop to the floor. Then, after several deep breaths, she began to peel off the horrors of the day.

First, she took off her damaged blouse, which due to its missing button exposed her cleavage to a scandalous degree even when she wasn’t being forced to take it off completely in order to show her breasts to strangers. Then, she peeled away her jeans and finally her greasy panties. She inspected her bottom in the bathroom mirror. It was still pink from the numerous spankings she had been subjected to that day and still slick from the Vaseline that the man at the VFW had rubbed all over it.

She considered taking a shower, but instead, suddenly exhausted, she merely pulled on a clean pair of panties and a long t-shirt that came down to mid-thigh. Checking to make sure the door was still locked, she climbed into bed.

Once under the covers, though, she found herself tormented by her predicament: humiliation about what had already transpired and fear about what the morning would bring.

Haunting scenes kept playing themselves over and over in Jessica’s mind, keeping her wide awake: The men at the truck stop rubbing their hands all over her bare breasts. Being bent over Nick’s knee on that park bench, having her jeans and panties pulled down in front of everyone. Kneeling down topless and licking that beer bottle while that fat slob held it against his crotch. Being forced to strip practically naked and kneel down on all fours on the VFW pool table. The wooden paddle pounding her bare ass over and over while a roomful of men cheered. The sickly feeling of Koons’ greasy hand sliding between her butt cheeks and brushing against her asshole.

She imagined she could still feel her anus tingling from the violation, and she burst into fresh tears at the thought.

What would they force her to do next? How far would they go? Half-formed plans of escape would periodically rise to the surface of her insomniac mind before giving way one after the other to despair and new fits of sobbing.

Jessica tossed and turned in this state for many hours before, somehow, physical and emotional exhaustion overcame the frantic cacophony of her thoughts, and she fell asleep.

***

“Wakey wakey, Jess.”

Jessica let out a gentle “mmmm,” drifting gently into wakefulness, drowsily thinking herself back in her own bed at home.

This blissful ignorance was brought to an abrupt and cruel end with the first sight her sleep-crusted eyes encountered: Nick’s face was suspended not three inches from her own. Jessica let out a scream and nearly fell off the bed. Nick simply laughed.

“Just a little joke, Jess. Don’t take it the wrong way.”

He inched towards her and put his hand on her thigh. She shivered in revulsion. How long had he been sitting there, watching her sleep? How long had she lay there, unconscious, while her tormentor silently gazed at her helpless body?

“Time to get up. The sun’s almost up, and I want you to get a shower in before we start the morning’s shoot. I left a couple things on the dresser for you. I convinced Shannon to let you borrow some of her makeup, so make sure you get your face done up nice and pretty. And don’t forget to blow dry your hair. We want to get some glamour shots.”

She nodded silently. Yesterday, the thought of having to pose for “glamour shots” would have filled the shy girl with anxiety. After all that had happened, though, this seemed like an innocuous way to spend the morning.

“Shannon’s also going to lend you a dress, since we didn’t think you had anything appropriate. It’s there next to the makeup.”

Jessica glanced at the dresser. A ribbon of black material spilled over the lip. Even from where she sat, Jessica could see that the outfit Shannon had picked for her was a slutty little number. What’s more, she failed to see how she was going to fit into a dress made for a girl of Shannon’s measurements. Anything fitted for Shannon’s thin, heroin-chic figure would have difficulty accommodating Jessica’s voluptuous curves.

“So get yourself cleaned up, get your face on or whatever, and come join us by the pool,” Nick said.

He turned to go. Jessica started to breathe again.

“Oh, I almost forgot. See that bag next to the makeup kit? We picked you up a razor and some shaving lotion. I want you to shave.”

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“And I mean everything, Jess. Pits, legs . . . that cute blonde bush. Completely hairless. From the neck down. Remember: what’s our key word for this weekend?”

There was a terrible pause before she managed to croak out: “O… Obedience.”

“Good. Now, you’ve got 30 minutes to be at the pool. Or there will be consequences.”

She was left alone once again. She wanted to get up and lock the door, but she’d learned this morning that it was useless. If Nick or any of his cronies wanted to stroll in and peer at her while she was showering, there was nothing she could do to stop them.

Her eyes settled on bag with the razor and lotion. What was she going to do? Shaving her legs and her armpits was one thing, but the thought of taking a razor to her sensitive pubic region made Jessica’s mind reel. She wasn’t even entirely sure how to go about it. Trembling, she walked over to the dresser and peered inside the brown paper bag that Nick had indicated: a can of shaving cream and several pink, women’s Gilletes.

Was she really going to shave her pussy bare like a porn star? Let Nick and his friends take pictures of her naked, hairless crotch? What would people say if those pictures got out? What would her mother say? But Jessica didn’t know what else to do. The blackmail material that Nick had already collected was staggering: photos of her dancing topless at the VFW, videos of her submitting to a public bare bottom spanking. She picked up a razor. What choice did she have?

She gritted her teeth and stepped into the bathroom. After turning on the hot water, pulling her t-shirt over her head and pulling her panties down under her feet, she stood in front of the mirror to inspect the dark blonde colored bush that covered her crotch. It was not very thick, or very long, but it was still going to present a technical hurdle to remove, to say nothing of the emotional hurdle of being forced to style her genitals for the viewing pleasure of these frat boys and their cameras.

Jessica finished up her legs before even considering moving farther north. When she did, she took a handful of the shaving cream and lathered it over her privates.

Several times, Jessica had experimented with pleasuring herself in the shower, a fact of which she was deathly ashamed, and the process of caressing her nether regions with this moist goo brought back these same feelings of guilt and shame. Of course, such sensations were only exacerbated by the knowledge that she would soon undoubtedly be forced to expose her newly-bare womanhood to the leering gazes of her captors.

Her hands were trembling, and she had trouble holding the razor, but Jessica somehow managed to press the blade against her pubic mound, just above the top of her slit, and drag it upward, painfully yanking clumps of hair out in the process. Still shaking, she repeated this procedure many times, shaving closer and closer to the skin and taking her strokes closer and closer to the sensitive folds of her vagina.

Despite her reluctance, Jessica’s work ethic asserted itself. It was a thorough job. When she was finished, she ran her palm across the bare surface of her vagina, distracted for a brief moment by the foreign sensation of hairlessness.

***

Jessica took one step out of the steamy bathroom and stopped dead.

All three guys were lounging around the hotel room, staring at her. Shannon was nowhere to be seen. Nick, who was seated at the desk, rose to confront her, arms crossed.

“I said 30 minutes, Jess. It’s been nearly an hour. That’s not good.”

Terror shot down Jessica’s spine like an electric shock. Dylan shot her an evil smile.

“I- I- I’m sorry,” she tried to explain, wrapping her towel more tightly around her body.

“She was probably playing with herself in the shower,” muttered Dylan, his eyes roving across her naked, still-damp shoulders. Jessica flushed.

“Is that true, Jessica?” asked Nick. “Did you keep us waiting just so you could fiddle yourself a little bit?”

Her heart had sunk into her stomach. “Please . . . it t- takes time . . . shaving,” she began to stammer.

“Ah, that’s right. You had a little hair removal project to attend to. Let’s see how that turned out. Put your hands on your head.”

Jessica opened her mouth to speak, but no sounds came out. Alone in this small room with these three boys, this towel the only thing keeping her from standing before them in total nakedness, she had never felt so vulnerable. If Nick stripped her of this towel, what would they do to her next?

“Obedience, Jessica.”

No choice, she told herself, no choice. Shakily, Jessica relaxed her grip on her towel and slowly placed her hands on top of her head, all the while looking at Nick with her big, watery eyes, silently begging him not to strip her.

Nick walked over to her. He paced in a slow circle around her while Jessica flinched. Then, he reached under her lofted arms and gently loosened her towel. As it unraveled and fell to the floor, Jessica let out a sob, but kept her position. There she stood before them in abject nudity, her hands folded subserviently on the top of her head. Her large breasts rose and fell with her panicked intakes of breath.

Nick knelt down and put his face level with her pussy. Jessica’s plump labia kept the darker pink folds of her vagina almost entirely hidden, giving her exposed vulva the appearance of a pudgy child’s knuckle.

“Say, this isn’t a half bad job, Jess. You must have done this before.”

The boys all snickered. Then, to Jessica’s horror, Nick reached out his hand and began to feel the smooth skin of her hairless crotch.

“Spread your legs apart,” he ordered.

As Jessica complied, he began to stroke her inner thighs while the other boys sat silently, shifting in their seats.

“Now, I want you to make sure not to move, Jess. Ok?”

Nick’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, and the tip brushed lightly against her clit. She shivered uncontrollably.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Nick rose to his feet. Matt checked to see who it was.

“It’s the hotel guy,” he called back.

Nick smirked.

“Let him in.”

“Oh god. Please, no… Please…” Jessica begged.

But it was too late. The door had already swung open, and the gangly old clerk stood there stunned, staring at beautiful naked figure in front of him.

“Uh… Someone rang. Did you guys… uh… need…?” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. He could do nothing but gawk at the 18-year-old co-ed standing completely nude with her hands above her head, her skin still glistening from the shower.

“I’m glad you stopped by, Mr. O’Reilly. See, Jessica here’s been having some trouble with punctuality, and I was hoping you could help us teach her a little discipline.”

“Well now… huh huh huh…” panted Mr. O’Reilly.

“Step on in, Mr. O. Close the door if you wouldn’t mind. Now, just as a reminder, how is it that you usually get punished, Jessica?”

It seemed that all the blood in her body rushed to her face. “A spanking,” she whispered.

“That’s right, Jess. So if you do exactly what you’re told and cooperate, you’ll get another couple of slaps to that pretty little peach of yours. No big deal. Hell, you’re used to it. If you make it tough, though, things may get a lot uglier.

Jessica gulped, trying to swallow her fear and humiliation. This couldn’t be happening. Having Nick give her a spanking was almost too much to bear. Now, she was supposed to let some crusty old hotel worker give her a “punishment”? Let him hit her on her naked bottom?

“Mr. O’Reilly, why don’t you have a seat on the edge of the bed right there?” Nick said. “Jessica, lay down across his lap.”

Jessica looked down at her naked body. She was paralyzed by the thought of lying down in this condition across this stranger’s lap. But once again she could think of no way out. She looked up into the firm, commanding look in Nick’s eyes. If she had kept better track of time, could she have avoided this nightmare? If she showed that she was being cooperative, maybe Nick would keep things under control. These desperate thoughts racing through her mind, she somehow managed to walk over to the bed.

“Good job, Jessica. Now just lean all the way over his lap.”

Jessica complied. She rested her body across the hotel manager’s lap and inched forward. Her feet dangled off the bed, but could not quite touch the floor. Her torso lay across the covers, and her ass was lifted into the air, the highest point on her body, on top of this man’s lap. Tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“Now, Mr. O’Reilly’s being very good to help you out here, Jessica. So I want you to thank him.”

“Th- thank you,” Jessica choked out between sobs.

“Oh, it’s … huh… it’s my pleasure, sweetheart…. Huh… god damn you’ve got a nice ass.”

“Let ‘er rip, Mr. O.” Nick instructed.

O’Reilly brought his hand back and gave Jessica’s left cheek a nice, resounding SLAP! Jessica lurched forward in shock.

“Now, come on. You can do better than that,” Nick urged.

This time, O’Reilly brought his palm down much harder, twice in a row, right in the center of Jessica’s bottom. SMACK! SMACK!

Jessica let out a cry, and her hand instinctively reached back to protect herself. O’Reilly was having none of this, however. He grabbed Jessica’s wrist and pinned it to her back. He then commenced to let forth a volley of spanks. SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!

Jessica’s legs kicked up into the air. SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Her crying became quite vocal with the violence of the assault, but even through the loud percussion coming from her ass and her own wailing, she heard the faint electronic noises of the cameras and looked up to see, once again, that her humiliating ordeal was being recorded for posterity.

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! The relentlessness of this over-the-knee hand spanking was beginning to cause more physical pain than even the paddle had inflicted. Even worse than the pain, though, was the sickening sensation from underneath that Jessica was becoming more and more conscious of: she could feel the bulge of the old man’s raging erection bumping up and down against her naked crotch.

“Please,” Jessica pleaded, “please, please, stop.”

“That’s probably enough for now, Mr. O”

SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! O’Reilly gave her a last couple of good hard slaps and then stopped.

“Good. Now, there’s one last thing. Stand up, Jess.”

O’Reilly release her wrist, and she did as she was told. Her bottom was bright red.

“Now I want you to sit in his lap, like he was Santa Claus.”

Jessica gulped back another sob. What was she going to have to do now? The thought of sitting nude on this man’s lap, having to feel his erection against her naked ass repulsed her. No choice, she told herself bitterly, no choice. Stealing a quick glance at Matt and his camcorder, she gingerly lowered herself down, the pain from her bottom making it difficult.

“Now, as a little thank you to Mr. O’Reilly for your lesson, I think you should give him one of your famous lap dances.”

Jessica stared at him, uncomprehendingly.

“Wh- what? I don’t . . . I don’t know how.”

“Bullshit! You’re going to grind your ass against his cock! You want me to draw you a blueprint, you dumb little whore?”

Nick’s sudden fury frightened her speechless. Still, she didn’t move.

“You just gonna sit there? This bashful virgin routine is getting pretty fucking tedious. Maybe it’s time to start uploading some pictures so everyone can see what you’ve been up to this weekend.”

Trembling all over, Jessica began to rock back and forth on O’Reilly’s lap. The old man groaned and leaned back slightly. She could feel his cock rubbing against her through his pants.

Suddenly, O’Reilly grew much more confident. He leaned forward and grabbed Jessica around her naked torso, hugging her to him. She yelped in surprise and tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger than it looked.

One arm was wrapped around her stomach and his hand clutched her right hip. With the other hand he reached around and began fondling her left breast. She could hear him panting in her ear as he forcibly mashed her body into his.

They were now bouncing up and down on the bed, his crotch humping her ass and his hand squeezing her breast tightly. She squirmed, trying to get away, but this only made their dance more erotic.

She looked up at Nick, begging him to intervene, but he was busy directing his cameramen.

Finally, after several violent thrusts, O’Reilly stopped, and Jessica realized with growing nausea what must have happened. He allowed her to roll off his lap, and she lay face down on the bed sobbing into her hands.

Clearly embarrassed, O’Reilly stumbled over to Nick and they exchanged a few words. Some panted remarks of gratitude were all that Jessica could make out, but suddenly Nick laughed and said, “sure, sure.”

“Don’t move a muscle, Jess,” Nick warned as she felt the hotel man walk up behind her.

“Thanks for that, honey. I’ll settle up with your boss later, but here’s a little tip for you,” O’Reilly told her.

He reached into his wallet, pulled out a twenty dollar bill, and stuffed it in between Jessica’s ass cheeks. She let out a groan of shame.

“You’re one of the best damn hookers I’ve ever seen.” And with that, he walked carefully out of the room, no doubt to find a change of pants.

“You can keep that, Jessica,” Nick laughed. “Now get into that black dress, put on some makeup and meet us out by the pool.”

All three guys filed out, leaving Jessica alone, face down on the bed with a twenty dollar bill protruding from her ass, like the cheapest of tramps.