The Initiation: Chapter 17 – The Party

Seventeenth 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.

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.

“These too,”

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.

“You understand?”

“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!”

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The Initiation: Chapter 13 – The Rough Cut

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.

Nick sighed.

“Close your eyes, Jessica.”

“Please…”

“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.

“Wider, Jessica.”

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?”

The Initiation: Chapter 12 – The Wal-Mart

The hours passed more quickly than Jessica expected, and much more quickly than she could have wished. She had barely had time to settle herself, to stop her tears and to wash the makeup off her face, before Nick was knocking on the door: “Time to head out, Jess!”

Jessica’s jeans still had a wet spot in the seat from where the Vaseline had seeped through. Her only other option was a pair of cut-off shorts she’d stuffed into her suitcase at the last minute. These showed off her long, shapely legs more than she might have desired, but it was better than going out in public looking like she’d wet herself.

She completed the ensemble with a bra and t-shirt, gathered her belongings into her bag, and walked out to the motel parking lot to meet whatever new cruelty fate had in store for her.

***

On Nick’s instruction, Jessica threw her bag into the trunk and got into the back seat between Dylan and Nick. Shannon had finally emerged from her room, wearing a thick pair of dark sunglasses and cradling her head as she slumped into the passenger’s seat. Matt took the wheel, and they pulled onto the highway once again.

Jessica tried to keep her eyes locked firmly on the road ahead of her, ignoring the fixated way Dylan kept staring at her bare legs. After they had been on the road fifteen minutes or so, Nick leaned forward to speak to Matt.

“Next exit. There oughtta be a shopping center on your left. The place is only like two miles up the road from there. After you meet up with our guy, one of you just head back and pick us up. Shan, you’re with us, right?”

A huge blue Wal-Mart signed loomed ahead.

“Yeah. Whatever,” Shannon sighed.

“See? What did I tell you, Jess?” Nick said, slapping Jessica on her thigh, “Girls love shopping.”

***

“Blow the old guy a kiss, Jess,” Nick whispered to her as they passed the Wal-Mart greeter.

Embarrassed to make eye contact, Jessica self-consciously blew a half-hearted kiss in the greeter’s direction.

“Why thanks, little lady,” she heard blue-aproned senior say, “I’ll keep that someplace special.”

Shannon had pulled an energy drink from someplace which she was guzzling as she walked. At one point, she turned to give Jessica a glower over the rims of her shades.

“Nick told me the nasty shit you got up to at the pool this morning, Rushie,” she said. “Jesus, what a little slut. I really hope you wash out this weekend so I can tell everybody at school what a horny skank you are.”

Jessica said nothing and continued following Nick and Shannon, eyes fixed downwards. Eventually, the three of them reached the lingerie department. Jessica shifted her weight nervously as Nick perused the racks of sensual undergarments nonchalantly.

“Jess, you’re… what? A 36 D?” Nick asked

Jessica blushed. Did he have to talk so loud?

“Hey, he asked you for your fucking bra size, Rushie.” Shannon joined in.

“Your tits,” Nick persisted. “You’re rocking like a 36-D, right?”

A woman at an adjacent rack turned her head.

“Four,” Jessica mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“What’s that?”

“Th-thirty four. Thirty four D.”

“Okay. Let’s see here…”

Nick began hunting around the racks. Jessica looked around her nervously. The store did not seem terribly crowded, but there were still customers strolling by at a steady rate. Suddenly, Shannon pulled something off the rack.

“Here we go,” Shannon said. “What about this hot little number?”

“Ahhh . . .” said Nick. “Good pull, Shan. I think that will work.”

Jessica looked in dismay at the red, lacey atrocity that Shannon held up to her. It was a matching set, bra and panties, both clipped together on a single hanger with a trashy flair fitting of the Wal-Mart lingerie department. She couldn’t imagine herself wearing something like that.

“Go ahead and try ‘em on.” said Nick.

Jessica gulped but knew better than to argue. She took the hanger from Nick and started off towards the changing room.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Shannon demanded. “You think we’ve got all day? Just throw it on right here.”

Jessica stopped in her tracks.

“You mean… o… over my clothes?”

“Are you fucking stupid?” Shannon said. “No, not fucking over your clothes. You know better than that. Come on, there’s no one around. Just be quick.”

“B-but somebody could. . . Please. I mean… We’ll get kicked out of the store…”

“Then you better hurry, Jess,” Nick said. “Are you forgetting your lessons already? Just think how much attention a bare-bottom spanking is going to draw to us. I’m sure Wal-Mart would not approve.”

Terrified, Jessica arranged herself so that a rack of discount panties was between herself and the aisle. Frantically, she sprang into action. Just like she did changing for gym class in middle school, Jessica tried to minimize the amount of time she was nude while finishing the job as quickly as possible.

She unhooked her bra underneath her shirt and then pulled both shirt and bra off in one gesture. However, this still left her in the middle of a public shopping area with her big naked tits on display for several agonizing moments while she tried to figure out how to put on her bra’s sexier replacement.

At last, she managed to get it on. This did not make her feel any less self-conscious, however, since the loud color of the bra drew all attention straight to her chest. Furthermore, it pushed her breasts up so that they stuck out straight in front of her, and the delicate lacey cups barely concealed her nipples.

“Can I- Can I take it off, now?”

Nick strolled up to her. Desperately, she looked around her. Someone was going to come, she knew it.

“Hands at your sides, Jess.”

She complied. Nick reached a hand out and gave one of her breasts a squeeze. Then, he snapped a covert picture and quickly concealed the camera.

“Yeah, this is real sexy, don’t you think? We’ll buy it. A little present for you after all your hard work. Put the panties on, too.”

“Oh god…”

Jessica hurried to pull off her shorts and white panties, not even bothering to take off her tennis shoes. She hunched over, completely nude from her tits down before finally slipping on the skimpy red panties and pulling them up to cover up her shaved crotch. It was a thong, and Jessica shuffled awkwardly as it lodged its way between her ass cheeks.

“Oh god… Can I please get dressed now? Someone’s gonna come…”

“Just put your shorts on over. We’ll wear them out of the store.”

How was that going to work? Were they planning to shoplift this underwear? What if they got caught? Yet, Jessica, desperate to cover herself, made no argument. She simply put her shorts back on as quickly as she could possibly manage. As she reached for her shirt, however, Nick stopped her.

“I think you could use a new top, too, Jessica. Stay right there.”

Nick disappeared around a corner, and she was forced to stand there, still wearing nothing over her torso but that gaudy and revealing brassiere, as Shannon regarded her with a haughty sneer, taking one last swig from the energy drink in her hand.

“You ever been fucked in the ass, Rushie?”

Jessica didn’t know what to say. She just stood there, her stomach reeling, avoiding Shannon’s smirking gaze.

“No? Well, first time for everything. Maybe a second and a third too? Who knows what the night’s got in store . . .”

Before Shannon could go on, the sound of someone coming around the corner made Jessica jump. Jessica did her best to crouch behind the panty rack, folding her arms across her chest.

It was Nick. In his hands, he was carrying a sheer white blouse. He tossed it to Jessica.

“See if this top fits. It was on sale.”

Jessica gratefully grabbed the blouse, eager to cover herself. Before she could slip her arms through the holes, however, a large woman in a blue apron rounded the corner with a stack of merchandise. When she saw Jessica, standing in the middle of the store wearing nothing but a gaudy red bra over her enormous tits, the flustered employee nearly toppled over backwards.

“Oh! Oh my, I do apologize, Miss,” she stammered, trying her best to look away, “I didn’t mean—Excuse me. I’ll- uh- I’ll find someone to let you into the fitting rooms.”

The woman tripped over herself backing away and out of sight. Jessica watched her go, mortified at the scene she had just made. Meanwhile, Nick began helping her with the blouse.

“You two better hurry up and finish our shopping before you have to talk to a manager, Rushie,” Shannon laughed.

Jessica began to frantically help Nick button the blouse all the way up. She dreaded having to explain to Wal-Mart management why she had chosen to disrobe in the middle of the store. Couldn’t she be arrested for something like that? Public indecency? Wasn’t that a law? Nervously, she glanced overhead and saw an abundance of security cameras, many of which would have picked up perfect footage of her nudity. What had she done?

Finally, she managed to close the blouse, several sizes too small, around her chest and to button the final button.

“Come on. Just one last thing to complete the ensemble, then we can check out. Shan, grab Jessica’s panties, will you?”

With Nick’s hand pressing her back, Jessica scurried briskly away from the lingerie section, stealing a brief look behind her to see Shannon picking up her shirt and underwear as Nick instructed.

As they walked, the other customers they passed stared at Jessica. Some flashed her looks of disgust, some curiosity. Most of the men, however, gazed at her with hunger and transparent lust. Jessica blushed deep red and avoided all these eyes.

Before leaving Wal-Mart’s vast clothing wing, Jessica caught a brief glimpse of herself in a full-length mirror. Immediately, she understood the way people were looking at her. Her appearance was ridiculous, although tormentingly sexual. The blouse was completely inappropriate for her shorts and tennis shoes, and, while it was too tight, it nevertheless hung down low enough to make it look like she was wearing no pants at all. Worse, though, it was nearly see-through. The red brassiere displayed itself underneath the white material in full glory, available to even the most casual observer.

Blushing worse than ever, Jessica concentrated on the linoleum floor as she continued to let Nick parade her through the store. Finally, they turned down an aisle. Jessica looked up to see where they were and was puzzled to find that the sign overhead read “Pet Supplies.” Nick began to browse.

“Hmmmm… Let’s see,” pondered Nick, “This looks like a good one.”

From off the shelf, Nick selected a red, plastic dog collar and detachable leash.

“Let’s see if this works. Hold still, Jess.”

Jessica tensed but did not move. Nick adjusted the collar and then slipped it around Jessica’s neck. The front fastened with a snap. He attached the leash.

Nick stepped back to admire the effect, the leash trailing from Jessica’s collarbone to his right hand. Over Nick’s shoulder, Shannon gave her a tiny smirk.

“Is she trained?” Shannon said.

Nick grinned and tugged on the leash.

“Sit,” he commanded.

Jessica looked down the aisle, desperately. No one was around. But for how long?

“Sit,” said Nick again.

Knowing she had no choice, Jessica did her best to do as she hoped Nick wanted. Trembling, she lowered herself to the ground, attempting to sit Indian-style on the shiny plastic floor.

“No, Jessica. All fours. Like a doggy”

Jessica gulped and adjusted herself. She knelt down facing Nick and put her hands down on the floor in front of her, causing her ass to stick out and her breasts to dangle beneath her.

“Good puppy. Now, walk towards me.”

Nick tugged the leash again, and Jessica hesitatingly began to crawl towards him on all fours. The effect was humiliating. Please, don’t let anyone see me doing this, she thought. Please—

“What the HELL is going on here?” a voice boomed from behind her.

Jessica looked behind her to see a man in a security guard uniform.

“You kids needa quit screwing around and get the hell outta this store. This issa place of business!”

The guard seemed to be mostly addressing Nick, but Jessica saw his eyes drifting down frequently towards her bottom, which was still sticking up into the air.

“Jeez, we’re really sorry, sir,” Nick said cheerfully as he strolled over to shake hands with the guard, “See, my girlfriend here, she sometimes likes…”

Jessica got up from the ground and tried to listen to their conversation, but she was distracted when Shannon leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t say a goddamn word, or you’ll be sorry,” she hissed.

“Man, I don’t want to know nothing ‘bout none of that!” the guard was bellowing, “You three just gotta get outta this here store NOW, before I call the cops!”

“Alright. Alright. We’re going,” Nick said. “C’mon, Jess. I told you your little games would get us kicked out. Let’s pay for our purchases and go.”

Nick detached the leash but kept the collar around her neck. As he led her out of the Pet Supplies aisle, she heard the security guard muttering half to himself.

“Man, gettin’ all nekkid in the middle of the store then lettin’ yourself get drug around like a dog? What the hell’s wrong with you, Girl?”

Nick ignored him as he marched Jessica up to the front of the store, Shannon skulking close behind. There were few people checking out, and Jessica found herself pushed immediately in front of a cashier, a bewildered-looking teenager with a mop of shaggy dark hair. The boy looked at Jessica’s dog collar with puzzlement, then his eyes drifted downward towards her chest, and his puzzlement turned to fascination.

“Um…” he muttered, unsure of how to proceed. Luckily, Nick was there to remind him of his duties.

“Hi. Sorry. We’re kind of wearing all our merchandise. Sorry about that. Jessica here just couldn’t wait to try it all on.”

“Oh. Ah… What would you… um… what should I… that is… ring up?”

“It’s just the dog leash. The collar. That blouse that Jessica’s wearing. Oh, and also the little red number she’s got on underneath.”

The checker gulped and nodded. Nick found the tag sticking out from Jessica’s blouse and told her to lean in.

She complied, raising herself to her tiptoes and leaning over the register so that the cashier could swipe the tag with his barcode reader.

“Thanks… um… your… uh… collar, too.”

Jessica winced and leaned further over, craning her neck out so that the young attendant could read the barcode sticker. As she did, she felt her breasts pushing up against the register painfully. The machine beeped, acknowledging the dog collar.

“Right. And for the… um… the other items? You want me to… uh… you want me to call in a… like, a price check or what?” the cashier asked, shifting his weight with uncertainty.

“That won’t be necessary,” replied Nick. “There’s a barcode on the bra. Show him, Jessica.”

Jessica took a deep breath before replying simply: “Where?”

“Try under the left cup. Open up your shirt and let’s get out of here.”

Jessica looked around. The store was by no means empty. The man at the adjacent checkout line was helping a customer, but every so often he looked over his shoulder to observe the scene at his coworker’s register. People continued to walk by, both in front and behind, and many of them were looking right at her. Jessica bit her lip, trying to steady her nerves, as she reached up to undo the buttons of her blouse.

She worked quickly, and her chest soon popped free of its confine. Many people were now watching her, she was sure. She opened the blouse wide open and thrust her breasts up to cashier.

“Please do it quickly,” she pleaded softly.

However, between the cashier’s nervousness and Jessica’s, it was difficult to steady the shaking barcode reader long enough to scan the tag on the underside of Jessica’s also-shaking tits.

“Um… uh…” the young man fumbled, “uh… Here. May I?”

The cashier finally grabbed Jessica’s breast and, lifting it up, held it steady long enough to perform the scan. The machine beeped, and he was just about to reluctantly relinquish the enticing globe of flesh when a shout from behind made them both stop and turn.

“Hey! What the hell did I tell you? This ain’t that kinda store!”

The security guard was advancing on them. Jessica tore herself away from the cashier and tried to cover herself. Nick took a fifty dollar bill from his pocket and set it on the counter.

“Keep the change. Let’s move, Jessica.”

They began to run, Shannon sauntering close behind, Jessica trying desperately to button up the blouse.

“Hey! Hey, you! Stop! I’m callin’ the cops!”

Jessica ran furiously. It seemed that dozens of faces were watching her. She imagined the scene that these customers must have witnessed: her running her own breasts through the WalMart checkout. She couldn’t imagine anything more cheap and trashy, and her eyes welled up with tears. They ran past the old greeter and out through the automatic doors.

Despite the guard’s apparent anger, once outside it did not appear as though they were in danger of further pursuit, and they stopped to catch their breath. Nick let out a laugh, as Shannon caught up with them.

“Wasn’t that fun, Jessica?” Nick asked.

Jessica sniffed back her tears and said nothing. In response to a gesture from Nick, she looked up to see the silver Volvo pulling into the other end of the parking lot.

“Let’s go, Jessica,” Nick said, beckoning her to follow. “We’ve got one more stop to make.”

The Initiation: Chapter 9 – The Motel

Jessica’s butt cheeks slipped frictionlessly against one another as she climbed out of the back seat of the Volvo. The slick sensation on her backside, caused by the handfuls of petroleum jelly that an hour earlier she had let a stranger smear all around and inside her ass, caused Jessica to adopt an awkward, bow-legged gait as she followed her kidnappers (for this was how she was beginning to think of Shannon and the three frat boys who had driven her out to the middle of nowhere and subjected her to repeated degradations) towards the run-down reception building of the seedy motel.

Jessica was still reeling from the revelation that Nick and his pals were not driving her to the cabin owned by the Theta Theta Psi sorority, that she was instead trapped with them all weekend, subject to who-knew-what further torments.

So far that day, Jessica had been forced to submit to three public spankings. She had allowed two strange men at a gas station to fondle her naked breasts. She had taken off all her clothes in front of a roomful war veterans and entertained them by simulating oral sex on an empty beer bottle. What would tomorrow bring? How far would Shannon let these boys take this supposed initiation?

The reception desk was manned by a crusty-looking old man with thick glasses and a thin grey moustache. He looked startled when the five of them crowded in and quickly folded away a magazine that he had been pursuing. Nick approached the desk. He had apparently called ahead, and the hotel manager—O’Reilly Nick was calling him—found their reservation and was shuffling through some paperwork when Jessica noticed that Nick was gesturing towards her.

“ . . . kind of a sorority initiation trip,” Nick was telling the manager. “I just wanted to make sure we could use some of the common areas in case we need to perform some, you know, rituals . . .”

Jessica had gotten so used to the sight of the wooden Theta paddle in Nick’s hand that she had barely noticed that he’d taken it with him to check into the motel. But Mr. O’Reilly noticed, and his eyes wandered from the wooden implement across to where Jessica’s voluptuous figure shuffled nervously by the door. The manager cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Urm, now just what . . . what kind of ‘rituals’ that’d be?” he asked.

“Well, Jessica loves to show off, so we’ve been mainly doing some photo shoots. Couple of live performances. Tell Mr. O’Reilly about the show you put on in Millard, Jess.”

Jessica glanced around the room. Everyone looked at her expectantly. Her first instinct was to shrug silently and look away, but she was terrified that Nick was going to turn this into another scene. What did he want her to say?

“I. . . I danced . . .” she choked out finally.

“What kind of dance, Jess?” Nick coaxed.

“S-strip dance?” Jessica squeaked, hoping this was the answer Nick was fishing for.

Nick laughed.

“Alright. Yeah. A ‘strip dance.’ As you can probably tell, Jessica has some killer tits. Just incredible. You should have seen this roomful of guys go crazy when she took off her shirt and started wiggling them around. Sometimes, though, Jessica gets a little bratty and needs some punishment. Isn’t that right, Jess?”

Jessica looked at the floor. She nodded hesitantly.

“I said ‘isn’t that right, Jess?’”

“Yes . . . sir,” she whispered, hoping not to give Nick any excuse to say she was being uncooperative.

“And how did you get punished after your strip tease?”

“A spanking, sir,” she muttered, her cheeks burning in humiliation.

“Where did you receive this spanking?”

“On the pool table . . .”

Dylan chuckled. Nick grinned too, but then said “no” in a firm voice. Jessica hurriedly corrected herself.

“I mean, on my . . . on my b-bottom, my bare b-bottom?”

“That’s right. Jessica’s naked ass took quite a paddling about an hour ago. You want to see how it’s healing up, Mr. O’Reilly?”

The hotel manager appeared flustered.

“Well, I . . . you know . . .”

“Jessica turn around and pull down your pants and panties,” Nick instructed.

Jessica looked up into the hotel manager’s eyes, pleadingly, hoping for some sign of sympathy, some hint of rescue. But Mr. O’Reilly was busily running his eyes down the contours of the beautiful co-ed’s body, his jaw hanging open.

Not finding any avenue of escape and desperate not to endure another of Nick’s chastisements, Jessica slowly turned around. She looked out the window nervously, but the darkened parking lot appeared to be empty. Choking back a sob, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid the zipper down, and, taking a deep breath, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled both her jeans and underwear over her ass and down to mid-thigh. Her panties made a soft slurping sound as they were peeled away from the Vaseline that had glued them firmly to Jessica’s skin.

“Hoo . . . hoo, that’s nice . . .” Jessica heard the hotel manager say under his breath.

“Hold your shirt up,” Nick ordered her. “It’s covering some of your behind.”

Wincing, Jessica complied, tugging her blouse up to her belly button and holding it there, letting the old man behind the counter and the rest of the room drink in a long look at her naked bottom. With the faint pink marks that were still visible from her paddling at the VFW and the shiny film of the Vaseline that still coated her cheeks, Jessica’s full, round ass appeared to glow in the motel’s fluorescent light.

“Still looks like you might be a little tender back there, Jess,” Nick said, walking up behind her and, to her dismay, placing a hand on one of her nude butt cheeks and giving it a squeeze.

“Urm, yes . . .” Mr. O’Reilly said, clearing his throat, “I think we can find a place for you folks to do your, urm, rituals . . . shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Thanks, Mr. O’Reilly,” said Nick. “I’d love to do a photo shoot out by the pool tomorrow. That’ll be fun, right, Jess? Say, before you pull your pants back up, I wanted to ask this gentleman’s opinion on something. Keep your hands where they are, and I want you to turn around.”

Jessica shuddered, but after a momentary hesitation, she began to shuffle her feet, her jeans, bunched around her knees, restricting the movement of her legs. She shuffled in in a clumsy semi-circle until she was facing the reception desk. Her hands continued to hold the bottom of her blouse around her mid-torso in a white-knuckle grip, making it seem as if she was showing off her naked crotch to the room.

“Now, don’t get me wrong,” said Nick, “I’ve seen thicker jungles around a chick’s pubic area. I think this blonde bush of Jessica’s is actually kind of cute . . .”

Then, to Jessica’s horror, Nick reached a hand out towards her exposed vagina. She recoiled, shuffling backwards a step, but at the last moment she fought off the instinct to drop her blouse, to slap his hand away and cover herself. Instead, she steadied herself and froze stock still, unable to process the humiliating invasion that was about to occur.

Nick made no comment about Jessica’s aborted attempt to dodge his touch. He reached out and gave her pubic hair an exploratory brush with his hand, as if testing its softness, before grabbing ahold of a tuft of hair and giving it a light, demonstrative tug.

“. . . But this isn’t the 1970’s, you know what I mean? I think Jessica ought to trim down before we do her modeling shots. What do you think, Mr. O’Reilly? Brazilian? Landing strip? Or maybe just totally shaved?”

“Well, urm . . . that’s a, uh . . . I think- Well, I think she’d look awful sexy just bare, I guess.”

“I like the way you think, sir,” said Nick. “Bare pussy it is, Jess. We’ll pick you up some shaving stuff first thing tomorrow.”

With that, he relinquished his grip on Jessica’s pubes and allowed her to pull her pants back up. Grabbing the room keys from the stunned hotel manager, Nick took Jessica by the elbow and led her out the door.

***

Nick pointed out the rooms. He and Shannon would take 104. Dylan and Matt in 105. Jessica in 106.

Jessica was surprised, grateful even. Since she’d learned the group would be stopping for the night, she’d been speculating with acute trepidation about the sleeping arrangements. That she’d be getting her own room was a relief. Perhaps Nick felt that he couldn’t guarantee her safety for an entire night in a room with the other guys? Her insides convulsed at the thought: was Nick—her tormentor-in-chief—the only thing keeping her from being raped by one of the other two frat boys?

Shannon, looking increasingly unsteady on her feet, retired immediately to her room. The boys walked Jessica over to Room 106, Matt chivalrously carrying her suitcase.

After they’d escorted her into her room and Matt had set her suitcase down, Jessica regarded the three young men awkwardly, desperately hoping that they would now leave her alone for the night, allowing her some time to think over her situation. Instead, Matt and Dylan hung around expectantly in the doorway while Nick strolled around the hotel room, flipping on lights and generally taking in the space as if evaluating the quality of the establishment.

“Not the Ritz, but it’ll do for the night, right Jess?” he said.

“Y-yes, sir,” Jessica said, fixing her eyes on the shag carpeting at her feet.

“Well, we’ll let you get some rest. We want you looking your best for your modeling shots tomorrow,” Nick said.

Jessica nodded, her heart racing at the thought that the solitude she craved might be within sight. Nick turned and appeared to be heading for the door. He picked up the TV remote as he passed it, and casually turned on the television sitting on the dresser. The speakers kicked in at a jarring volume, but. Nick set the remote down without adjusting the sound.

“Before you go to bed, though, I wanted to give you one more test of obedience. Just to see what you’ve learned today. Don’t worry. It’ll be quick.”

Jessica gulped, keeping her eyes on the floor. What was he going to make her do? Pull out her tits again for the private viewing pleasure of his horny friends? Bend over so he could spank her again? Whatever it was, she prayed it really would be over quickly.

“All I want you to do is put your blindfold back on and just kneel down on the floor right where you are,” Nick told her, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the blaring television.

From out of his pocket, Nick pulled the cloth blindfold that Jessica had been forced to wear when they first set out on this terrible road trip. Jessica just stood frozen in place as Nick walked up behind her and placed the blindfold over her eyes, tying it firmly behind her head. She heard the door creak and slam shut, and she knew that she was alone, completely blind and helpless, in this tiny hotel room with three men.

“Ok, kneel down right there.”

Nick pressed down on Jessica’s shoulders, guiding her gently to the floor. Trembling, she kneeled down on the carpet, her butt coming to rest on her calves. Nick placed a hand under her chin and guided her face upwards so that she was looking blindly up towards the ceiling.

“There you go. Now that’s all you have to do. Just hold that position for a minute or two. Don’t move. I’ll tell you when you can stand up.”

She could feel someone step up next to her, and she heard some rustling around, though it was tough to figure out what was going on against the noise of the television. Jessica braced herself for something awful to happen, for someone to grab her or tear at her clothes. But nothing happened.

Jessica’s fear started to give way to confusion. What seemed like a minute or two passed, while Jessica simply knelt on the floor expectantly, staring into the blackness of the blindfold and listening to the sounds from the television. Her legs began to fall asleep, but she forced herself to maintain the position that Nick had instructed.

Then, suddenly, something wet struck Jessica’s cheek. One drop, then two, then a third hitting her on the side of her nose. She heard someone let out a short grunt.

“Don’t move, Jessica,” Nick was telling her, “Don’t move an inch out of that position if you don’t want to be punished.”

Jessica felt something ooze its way off of her nose and roll down her face towards the side of her mouth. Her stomach dropped. What had just happened? Then a sickening thought occurred to her. Was this substance . . . was it semen? Had she just let one of these boys cum on her face?

Even if she hadn’t been afraid to disobey Nick’s instructions, Jessica would have been too shocked to move. She maintained her kneeling position on the floor, looking upwards, nauseatingly aware of the sticky substance clinging to the side of her pretty face.

Jessica’s ears honed in on a faint, rhythmic sound of which she’d only been dimly conscious before, and she was suddenly certain that one of the other boys had begun masturbating next to her, his naked penis probably hovering right next to her face. A moment later removed all doubt, as suddenly a new glob of wetness, this one much more voluminous than the last, struck Jessica on her forehead. Another drop hit her just below the blindfold and began to run down her cheek, only to be joined by yet another massive splotch splattering goo across her upper lip.

The scent of the ejaculate assaulted Jessica’s nostrils, making her stomach heave. She worried she might simply vomit right there, but, aside from some mild trembling, she maintained her position, knowing that there was still one more unseen man who expected to relieve himself across her face.

It seemed like a lifetime that Jessica knelt there, feeling the semen congeal on her cheeks, staring upwards as if waiting eagerly for her innocent visage to be despoiled once more. Finally, though, the third wave of cum rained down on her, this time hitting her square in the mouth. Jessica squeezed her lips tight, desperate to keep any of the noxious fluid from seeping inside. Another glob struck her mouth. Then another on the chin. Then a long, sticky string that hit the corner of her mouth and stretched down to her jaw.

There was a moment of terrible stillness. Jessica maintained her subservient position, her blindfolded, cum-splattered face staring mutely upwards, her jaw trembling beneath her fiercely pinched lips. Jessica imagined the boys zipping themselves up, perhaps smirking to one another and pointing at her shameful, semen-stained appearance, perhaps . . . oh god . . . perhaps taking pictures of her, preserving her humiliation on film.

Finally, the television was switched off, plunging the room into silence.  The door creaked open.

“Hope you enjoyed your nightcap, Jess,” she heard Nick say from the doorway, “Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

The door slammed shut. Jessica sat frozen in place, unable to process, as the cum crawled down her cheeks.

The Initiation: Chapter 7 – The Restaurant

As the countryside flew by the Volvo’s rear windows, Jessica kept her gaze locked mutely on her hands clutching one another tensely in her lap, unable to think of anything beyond the horror of what had happened at the truck stop.

She played it over and over in her mind, wondering whether she should or could have done something differently. She had tried to enter this initiation weekend with an open attitude, prepared to do things she wouldn’t normally do, to suffer some embarrassment or discomfort as part of the Theta hazing ritual. But not this. Being forced to let strange men touch her naked boobs? Having her sorority sister’s boyfriend forcibly yank her across his knee, pull down her pants and underwear, and spank her bare ass while everyone watched and took pictures? No. This was too much.

Could it conceivably be that this was part of the Theta hazing? That all the girls went through this as Shannon and Nick insisted? It seemed impossible. Yet, as wrong as all this felt, as persistent as the voice in Jessica’s head had become, telling her that she needed to escape, abandon her ambitions of becoming a Theta, just get home, maybe even report what had happened to her, she couldn’t bring herself to contemplate that possibility.

Part of it was probably that she couldn’t let go of her mother’s dream of having her join the sorority, it was too deeply ingrained in her. If she stopped cooperating or demanded that they turn the car around immediately, then if nothing else her hopes of joining Theta Theta Psi were over, and despite everything, being part of that exclusive club still meant something to Jessica.

Part of it was also what Shannon had hissed to her just before shoving her back into the Volvo: “You wash out if you want to, Rushie, but if you ever tell anyone about any of this, I swear to god, no one will ever speak to you again. You will be a complete social outcast for the rest of your University career. And not only that but I will personally claw those pretty blue eyes out. Bet your worthless life on it, Rushie.”

Jessica looked up from her lap to sneak a look at the back of Shannon’s head. After the burst of manic energy at the beginning of the road trip, Shannon had become a relatively silent presence, deferring almost entirely to Nick. The whispered warning was practically the first thing she had directed towards Jessica in hours. She had also become increasingly nervous and twitchy, constantly rolling down the window to light up another cigarette.

This passivity did nothing to lessen Jessica’s fear of the black-haired girl, her silence no more an indication of harmlessness than a coiled snake. Yet Shannon’s threats were still only part of what kept Jessica frozen in her place, locked helplessly in the back seat of this moving vehicle between two sweaty  frat boys.

Part of it was also that she felt a strange sense of guilt at what had happened. Why didn’t she just say no when Nick asked her to open her shirt? Why didn’t she slap that creepy man’s hand away when he began to caress her breasts? Why didn’t she physically fight, scream for help, when Nick dragged her over to the bench for her spanking?

Is that what people would say if they found out? If Jessica told? Would they say she cooperated, that she must have been stupid to let things go as far as they did? Or maybe they would say that she liked it. That she welcomed the attention. Jessica shuddered.

And then there were the pictures. Thankfully, Nick had turned down Randal’s request for copies. Even when Randal offered to pay, Nick had just laughed and told him the photos weren’t for sale, giving Jessica some hope that he might keep his promise not to share them with the outside world. If she ran away or stopped cooperating, though, everyone at school would see them, not just photos of her flashing her tits, but video of her bent over the hood of Nick’s car getting her ass paddled, video of her sprawled across Nick’s lap bare-bottomed. How could she look anyone in the eye again, knowing they had all seen her in these humiliating positions?

Her only hope, she told herself, was to stick the weekend out and pray that these boys kept those videos to themselves, just as they had apparently kept secret the incriminating evidence of the other Theta girls’ hazings.

“Here, next exit.”

Jessica was pulled from her brooding by the realization that Shannon was apparently preparing to pull off the highway at Nick’s direction. They had turned off the Interstate several miles back and had been cruising up a two lane state highway approaching a town called Millard. Not for the first time on this trip, Jessica found herself wishing she had a better grasp of local geography. She had no idea where they were or how far they might be from the Theta’s cabin in Mount Greenwood.

“If you take Main up a few blocks, there’s this steakhouse kind of place,” Nick was telling Shannon as the Volvo paused momentarily at the stop sign at the end of the highway offramp, “we’ll grab some grub and I’m gonna give Jeff a call.”

What were they doing pulling off in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere?, Jessica thought. Who was Jeff? Had the others all discussed this beforehand without her? Nick turned around as if sensing her confusion.

“We’re gonna pull off for an early dinner, Jess,” he told her, “my cousin lives around here, so I figured I’d stop by and see him as long as we’re driving right by. Used to visit Millard almost every summer growing up. Real shit town. Colton’s up here on Main and 3rd cooks a decent steak, though. You’ll like it.”

***

Colton’s could easily have been mistaken for a renovated Sizzler or an Olive Garden. With its maroon, vinyl-upholstered booths and wood-paneled walls, the restaurant had a slightly old-fashioned but otherwise completely non-descript feel.  Jessica sat across from Dylan and Matt, waiting anxiously for Shannon to return from the bathroom.

After they had pulled up to the restaurant and piled out of the car, stretching out their trip stiffness, Nick had counted out a handful of twenties (the same ones, Jessica assumed, that he had collected from the men at the truck stop in exchange for letting them touch her breasts) and thrust them over to Shannon for the meal. Then, as an apparent afterthought, he had reached back into the car and handed Shannon Jessica’s pledge paddle.

“Just so we’re clear,” he had said to Jessica, “Shannon’s in charge of you until I get back. Do what she says or you know what will happens, right?”

“Yes sir,” Jessica had finally responded when it became clear that the question was not rhetorical.

To Jessica’s embarrassment, therefore, Shannon had taken the paddle with her when they had entered the restaurant, leaving Nick in the parking lot on his phone. The entrance had turned out to be a false start, since the hostess had refused to seat them. While she had given Shannon’s wooden implement merely a half-curious, half-disapproving look, she had been unable to abide the provocative condition of Jessica’s braless cleavage.

“I’m sorry, Honey,” she had said with a critical cock of her eyebrows, “ I know that’s probably how you college girls dress these days, but this is a family restaurant, and we got a dress code.”

Of course, Shannon had played it off like the fashion choice had been Jessica’s and had sent Jessica back to the car in shame to put on her bra. This, of course, had necessitated asking for her underwear back from Nick, who, to her surprise, put up no argument, apparently too engrossed in his phone conversation to bother to humiliate her further.

Jessica had grabbed her bra off the dashboard, and, as discreetly as she could, ducked down in the passenger’s seat to quickly change her top.

Breasts newly resecured, she had braved the hostess’s judgmental looks and reached the table where Dylan and Matt were waiting for her, Shannon apparently having slipped off to the ladies’ room.

When Shannon returned, she appeared reenergized and immediately flagged the waitress down, demanding a vodka tonic. When the drink arrived, Shannon immediately pushed them to order. Shannon ordered a steak, medium-rare for herself, but, when the waitress turned to Jessica, Shannon cut her off.

“She’ll be sharing with me. Don’t want you porking out, Rushie. Not when you’ve still got so much modeling to do.”

Jessica hadn’t eaten since that morning, and, though she had been too distracted to take much note until now, she suddenly realized how hungry she was. She hoped that Shannon was serious about letting her eat some of her meal and wouldn’t simply starve her.

The food arrived surprisingly quickly, just enough time for Shannon to knock back her cocktail and order another. The waitress set down a plate in front of Shannon with a large juicy-looking cut of steak surrounded by green beans and mashed potatoes. Jessica stared enviously as everyone else began digging in while she could only stare at the empty space in front of her.

Finally, after Shannon had apparently eaten her fill, she turned to Jessica.

“Aw, is little Jessica hungy?” she cooed in a baby-talk voice, “Ok, open wide for num nums”

Shannon cut off a small piece of meat, speared it with her fork, and thrust it towards Jessica’s face. Jessica stared at it for a moment, considering reaching for the fork, but Shannon’s game was clear. She wanted to humiliate Jessica by feeding her like a baby. Unsure what else to do and enticed by the greasy morsel hovering in front of her nose, Jessica finally opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around Shannon’s fork and pulled the meat off. Dylan snickered and pulled out the camcorder.

“Well? All done?” said Shannon.

The tiny bite of steak had only increased the rumbling in Jessica’s stomach. She gave the food on Shannon’s plate a desperate, sideways look and shook her head.

“Well, ask the right way and you might get a little more.”

Jessica cleared her throat.

“May I have some more?” she asked under her breath, “Please? Ma’am?”

Shannon smiled and began cutting another piece. Piece by piece, she inserted bites of steak directly into Jessica’s mouth while Jessica’s hands rested helplessly on the seat beside her. Dylan kept the camera trained diligently on Jessica’s face as she chewed and swallowed and pliantly accepted another offering.

As Jessica’s feeding continued, Shannon began toying with her, pulling the fork away at the last minute so that Jessica’s mouth closed around empty air, moving the meat suddenly so as to dab the sides of Jessica’s lips with grease. Eventually, the area around Jessica’s mouth became spotted all around with meat juice, some of it running in drips down to her chin. It was at this point that Shannon, running low on steak, moved on to the mashed potatoes

Dipping a spoon into the white mush, Shannon measured out a heaping scoop and sent it careening towards Jessica’s face. It was a huge mouthful, and Jessica, no longer famished, was reluctant to open her mouth. Yet, she knew that refusing would surely make the situation worse. Unenthusiastically, she parted her lips and allowed the spoon inside, trying her best to suck off the entire helping of potatoes.

Before Jessica had had a chance to process that bite, Shannon had scooped up another load and was shoving it in her face. Jessica tried her best to chew and swallow quickly, but Shannon was pushing the spoon insistently against her lips. Jessica tried to take a bite, despite her mouth still being partially full. It was a messy bite, and globs of potato clung to her lips.

Jessica began to reach for a napkin but Shannon told her harshly to keep her hands where they were. Suddenly, another spoonful was knocking against her lips. Jessica tried desperately to clear her mouth to make way, but Shannon, appearing to grow impatient, kept jabbing the spoon towards Jessica’s lips, smearing mashed potato all around in the process.

When Shannon scooped up yet another mound, there was no pretense at all. She simply began wiping the spoon on Jessica’s cheeks and chin, sticking dollops of white goop to wherever they would stick on the coed’s pretty young face. For good measure, Shannon smeared some potato on Jessica’s nose and dabbed some on her eyebrow, then leaned back giggling to admire her artwork. It was probably the most happy Jessica had seen her since the trip began. Meanwhile, of course, Dylan continued to film and Matt watched with a nervous grin on his face.

Jessica’s head dipped in indignity, and, as it did, a large chunk of mashed potato dropped from her cheek and fell unceremoniously directly into her cleavage, which, due to the missing blouse button, remained exposed.

Suddenly, just as Jessica was considering whether to ask Shannon for permission to wipe her face off, Nick arrived. He was accompanied by two men, both around Nick’s age or perhaps slightly older, both with crew cuts, both noticeably muscled. Nick stopped in surprise when he saw Jessica’s face, then smiled broadly. Jessica looked up helplessly and Nick and the two strange men, conscious of the comical image she must cut, with her face caked in beef grease and mashed potatoes .

“What happened here, Jess?” asked Nick.

“Dumb bitch is the sloppiest eater I’ve ever seen,” cackled Shannon, and, for good measure, flicked a spoonful of potatoes towards Jessica, which splattered on her neck and rolled down to join the rest of the mush that had oozed into her cleavage.

“Well, sorry she’s such a mess, guys, but this is Jessica, the chick I was telling you about. Jess, this is my cousin Jeff and this is his pal Alberto.”

Jessica swallowed hard and managed a meek “hi.”

“Jeff and Alberto served in Afghanistan together,” Nick continued. “Alberto here actually just got back a couple weeks ago from . . . Faro?”

“Farah,” said Alberto.

“Farah,” Nick corrected. “Wild, huh? Anyway, there’s a VFW hall here in Millard they hang out at sometimes, and they’ve invited us to stop by for a couple of drinks before we hit the road again. How’s that sound?”

Before anyone could answer, the waitress stepped up beside the three men to check on the table. Seeing Jessica’s food-splattered face, she stopped short.

“Why don’t I just get you kids the check? . . .”

The Initiation: Chapter 6 – The Truck Stop

Jessica watched her bra slide across the dashboard as the car rounded a bend in the highway. She blushed anew, unable to believe that Nick would just place it up there in front of the windshield for all the world to see. Having such a private object taken out of her control and then displayed in such a public way felt deeply violating.

Once they got to the cabin she’d feel less vulnerable, Jessica told herself. She’d be reunited with the rest of the pledges, be less the sole object of humiliation. And whatever embarrassing rituals the Theta initiation had in store, Jessica was sure that Eliza and the other older girls would keep things under control.

Here in this car, though, driving further and further out into the middle of nowhere, alone with Shannon and Nick and his two leering henchmen, Jessica had never felt so helpless. How far could things go? Nick had threatened to pull her pants down and spank her naked bottom. Would he really do that? Would Jessica let him? It was unimaginable, but what choice would she have?

Jessica could still feel the sting on her ass from the paddling she had received. For the last hour, she had kept her eyes down, hoping to be ignored, and, for the most part, it had worked. She could still sense the pervy stares of Dylan and Matt on her large boobs, which still hung braless inside her damaged blouse and bounced around freely whenever the car hit a bump. But Nick kept his eyes mostly on the empty landscape passing by his window.

When Nick instructed Shannon to stop at the truck stop up ahead, Jessica was grateful. She had needed to pee for a while now but hadn’t wanted to draw any attention to herself by mentioning it. Shannon pulled off at the highway exit that Nick indicated and drove up to one of the eight gas pumps that fronted the truck stop’s modestly-sized convenience store. J.T.’s PIT STOP it said in white block letters over the door.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Jessica said to no one in particular as Shannon shut the Volvo’s engine off, and Matt rolled out of the car to man the pump. She was about to slide over the seat that Matt had vacated when Nick turned around to look at her.

“Well, then you’d better ask permission, hadn’t you?” he said.

“Can I go use the bathroom?” Jessica mumbled.

“’May I,’” Nick corrected.

“And address him as ‘Sir,’” Shannon added, rummaging through her purse,  “where’s your god damn respect?”

Jessica took a deep breath.

“May I go use the bathroom . . . Sir?”

Dylan snickered.

“Go ahead, Jess,” Nick said, grinning, “wouldn’t want you to piss yourself.”

Before exiting the car, Jessica looked down at her blouse. It was a trashy sight. Her nipples stuck out visibly against the thin material, and, with the missing button, she was displaying a provocative amount of cleavage. She considered asking Nick for her bra back, but, realizing that she would have to change in front of everyone and knowing it was probably futile anyway, she decided she would just have to enter the store braless.

The parking lot that wrapped around the convenience store was empty but for a single blue pickup truck, and Jessica did a doubletake as she passed it on her way inside. She remembered the similar vehicle that she had seen drive by from her position bent over the hood of the Volvo. Could it be the same one?

Her fears were confirmed the moment she stepped inside the convenience store. Standing in front of the register, counting out change, was a heavyset man in his early thirties. Jessica recognized him immediately. He had driven by while Nick was paddling Jessica’s ass by the side of the road and had made brief eye contact with her while she was enduring her degrading punishment. When Jessica walked through the door, he looked up and his eyes widened.

Jessica stopped in her tracks. She wanted to run from the store.

The cashier must have noticed her distress. “Help you with something, Miss?” he said.

The cashier was in his early twenties and sporting a scraggly blonde goatee and a black NASCAR cap. His eyes drifted down to Jessica’s boobs, which threatened to spill out of her damaged blouse at any time. Jessica blushed under the stares of the two men.

“Um . . . bathroom?” she asked.

“Right back that way,” said the cashier.

Jessica hurried off in the direction the cashier had indicated, trying to ignore the stares that followed her every step of the way.

The bathroom was not as clean as she might have liked, but It provided the relief Jessica sought. She emerged a few minutes later, hoping the man from the blue pickup would be gone and preparing to blow past the cashier as quickly as possible. Instead, Jessica saw to her consternation that Nick had entered the store and was leaning on the counter, conversing with both the cashier and the portly pickup driver.

When they saw Jessica, their conversation stopped abruptly.

“Hey, Jess. You have a good pee?” Nick called out. “Listen, Shannon’s pulling the car around. Why don’t you join the others around the back of the store. I was thinking we’d do a quick photo shoot before we leave. I’ll be out in a second.”

Jessica didn’t like the sound of this at all.

“I was just telling these guys about your modeling , and James here says it’s no problem if we want to snap a few pictures around back. Right, James?”

The cashier shook his head and said that would be no problem at all.

Not knowing what else to say, Jessica silently brushed past the three men and exited the store. The car had indeed moved. Jessica walked around to the back of the truck stop, her heart pounding as she wondered what might be in store.

Next to a large propane tank, Jessica found Dylan and Matt sitting on a pair of picnic tables, decrepit metal and plastic models that had presumably been set up out back to give travelers a place to eat their slim jims in leisure before continuing on their journeys. The two frat boys were fiddling with the setting on their cameras. Shannon leaned against the car several dozen feet away, indulging in another cigarette at a safe distance from the propane tank.

Jessica had a sickening feeling in her stomach, thinking about the “photo shoot” that Nick had mentioned. She was certain that she was about to be forced to expose her breasts again, to allow these boys to take pictures of her flashing her naked boobs against the backdrop of this filthy truck stop.

But what difference did it make, she tried to tell herself. They already had plenty of compromising photos of her. What were a few more? And if she didn’t cooperate . . . No, best not to think about that.

“Good news, gang,” Nick announced himself as he came around the corner.

Jessica turned. A torrent of anxiety flooded through her system. Nick was not alone. Following along self-consciously at his heels were the truck stop cashier and the man with the blue pickup.

“I talked James here into comping our gas if we’d let him sit in on Jessica’s photo shoot,” Nick continued. “Oh, and this is Randal. I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“Hey, y’all,” said Randal softly, with a cautious look around.

“Now Jessica here had some trouble following instructions earlier this morning. But she’s catching on quick. You’re going follow instructions perfectly for this photo shoot. Right, Jess?”

Jessica looked from Nick to the boys on the picnic tables to the two strangers, and she tried to swallow the knot that had crept its way up her throat.

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Yes what?” Nick corrected her.

For a moment, Jessica didn’t know what he was getting at, but then she corrected herself hurriedly.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Tell these guys what will happen if you’re disobedient or disrespectful,” Nick prodded.

Jessica cast her eyes downward and shook her head silently, as if trying to shake loose a cloud of shame.

“A sp—. . . a s-spanking,” she managed to choke out.

James and Randal gave each other a look of disbelief. Randal began to grin.

“That’s right. A bare bottom spanking. Right in front of everyone. So you’re going to cooperate and strike the poses I tell you, aren’t you?”

Jessica nodded.

“Alright. Let’s get started. Dylan, grab the SLR. Matt, you’re on video. Jessica, I want you against this wall here.”

Jessica backed up against the white concrete wall that Nick had indicated. Matt had fired up one of the camcorders and was panning up and down her body. Dylan immediately began snapping photos. The two men from the truck stop watched from behind them in fascination, and even Shannon rejoined the group to regard Jessica with a cross-armed sneer. They surrounded Jessica in a crude semi-circle, pinning her to the wall with their gazes.

Nick began directing her like a fashion photographer, telling her to adopt poses, which Dylan would then capture on film. Hands on your hips. No, sassier. Ok, now purse your lips. Blow a kiss to the camera. Now, turn around.

Her reactions were awkward and hesitant at first, but Jessica tried her best to comply.

Put your palms flat against the wall. Look back over your shoulder. Smile.

“Smile, Jess!” Nick insisted.

This direction was perhaps the hardest of all for Jessica, but she did her best, twisting her mouth and raising her eyebrows in an expression that she hoped approximated cheerfulness.

That’s good, Jess. Great. Keep smiling. Stick your butt out a little more. Keep looking over your shoulder. Now give me sultry. Purse your lips, raise an eyebrow. Good. Turn around again. I want you to put your hands on your knees. Arch your back. Lean towards the camera. Come on, lean down further. Back straight. Further. Chin up. And let’s see that smile.

Jessica felt her lips trembling with the effort to maintain a smile as she bent forward, causing her blouse to hang loosely beneath her torso and her breasts to spill forward lewdly.

“That’s good, Jess,” Nick coaxed her. “Now straighten up, and I want you to start unbuttoning your shirt. One button at a time.”

There it was. Jessica had known it was coming. Trembling, trying to ignore all the eyes and camera lenses that were trained on her, she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Ashley went through this too, she told herself, and she made it out ok. Just relax and be strong.

When she’d freed the last button, her blouse fell open, and Jessica’s nude breasts came into view. At Nick’s insistence, she pulled the blouse open wider, exposing her ample tits to their fullest.

“Aw shit, now that’s nice,” she heard the cashier say under his breath. “That’s gotta be the nicest tits I ever saw.”

Nick had her go through some of the same poses with her shirt open. She put her hands on her hips. She blew kisses to the camera. She bent forward so that her breasts dangled loosely beneath her. Always smiling. Smiling or pouting seductively.

That’s great, Nick was telling her, now I want you to cup your breasts. Both hands. Go on. Put your hands on the underside of your boobs. No further down, underneath, so we can still see your nipples. That’s it. Now lift them up. More. Hold them up towards the camera, like you’re offering them to us.

Jessica’s false smile slipped briefly as she let out a sob of shame. She could just imagine how degrading these pictures would look.

Keep your right hand on your tit. Sweep your left hand through your hair. Smile. Hold that. Good. Now I want you to take that left hand, slip it inside the front of your jeans.

Jessica hesitated, but, at a stern look from Nick, she complied, sliding her left hand inside the waistband of her jeans as her right hand continued to clutch her boob. To her shame, Nick instructed her to hold that pose. Dylan and Matt continued to record her from all angles, while Nick stepped aside to talk quietly to the two men from the truck stop.

“Ok, good news, Jess,” Nick said when he turned his attention back to the disgraced girl with one hand down the front of her pants and the other on her naked tit. “These guys are gonna kick in a few extra bucks for our road trip. But here’s the thing: they want to cop a quick feel.”

Jessica was stupefied. She began to cover herself and to step backwards, only to realize with horror that she had nowhere to go, pinned as she was against the concrete wall.

“No,” she said. “Please, I’ll take—take some more pictures. But no—no touching . . .”

“Aw, come on, Jess,” replied Nick. “Quit being such a drama queen. It’s just a quick feel. These guys are big admirers of those gorgeous jugs of yours and they just want to, you know, see what they feel like. Just your breasts. I’m not gonna let them finger you or anything.”

Jessica gasped.

“I promise it will be real brief. Then we’ll get going. You’re getting off easy, you know. It’s just these two. When Ashley did this, she got her tits fondled by like fifteen dudes.”

“Please . . .” Jessica said softly, shaking her head.

“Put your hands on top of your head,” Nick insisted, “and stay perfectly still. You move or you make a big fuss or you take your hands off your head even for a moment and you know what the consequences are. I’m through screwing around here.”

She looked around at the audience who surrounded her. Seeing no avenue of escape, she gulped back a sob and placed her shaking hands on top of her head. Nick beckoned for the two men to approach.

The blonde cashier looked back at Nick as if making sure that this was truly ok. Then, haltingly, he reached out a hand and placed it experimentally on Jessica’s nude breast. Jessica shuddered but kept her hands on top of her head.

Growing more bold, the cashier’s touch drifted around the circumference of Jessica’s boob. His caress became a grasp, and he gave her breast a firm squeeze. Then, he grabbed her other breast with his other hand and began to fondle both her tits at once, taking a more and more confident command of her naked breasts.

Jessica winced whenever the cashier gave her boobs a particularly rough squeeze. Looking off to the side, she found herself looking into Matt’s camera, a reminder that every moment of her shameful public groping was being documented. She shut her eyes against the tears she felt welling up.

Eventually, the men traded off, and Randal, the stocky man who’d seen her getting paddled by the side of the road, assumed control of Jessica’s naked tits. Having witnessed the treatment his companion had already given this girl without apparent repercussion, Randal was less timid, grabbing both of Jessica’s breasts immediately and proceeding to manipulate them in opposite, circular motions, exploring them with his fingers as he did so.

“Oh my Lord,” he said to Jessica, causing her to recoil from his terrible breath. “You have got some damn fine titties, Sugar. They real?”

“Well, Jessica?” Nick said. “Answer. Are your tits real? Or have you had some work done?”

Jessica gave a jerky shake of her head, trying not to cry.

“Th-they’re real,” she whispered.

Randal didn’t appear to be listening, as he had moved on to Jessica’s nipples, which puckered out like perfectly proportioned little pink wine corks from her tiny round areoles. Randal caressed them. Then he flicked them. Then he pinched them.

Jessica let out an involuntary squeak of pain and surprise, causing several of her observers to laugh. When was this torment going to end, she wondered helplessly.

Suddenly, a voice made everyone turn their heads.

“Excuse me? Do any of you work here? I just need to—”  A middle-aged woman had just rounded the corner. Trailing behind her was a boy of perhaps twelve or thirteen.

When the woman saw Jessica—standing topless against the wall, an older man fondling her breasts while several onlookers videotaped—she stopped dead. Jessica gasped and covered her chest, pushing away Randal’s exploratory hands in the process.

“Oh!” said the woman in surprise, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll just—Excuse me.”

She roughly grabbed her preteen son and hustled him quickly away, though he managed a wide-eyed gape back at Jessica before disappearing around the corner.

There was a moment of tense silence, punctuated by the sound of an engine starting and a car peeling away.

“Shit,” Matt laughed, “gave that kid something to remember.”

Nick, however, was not laughing. Randal stood aside as the tall frat boy approached Jessica, who was still protecting her chest with folded arms. Nick placed the back of his hand gently against the side of her cheek and gave her a look of concern.

“Aw, Jess, what happened?” he asked. “I thought we were clear on your instructions . . .”

Jessica’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t mean . . . She hadn’t intended to drop her arms! It was an involuntary reaction to that woman’s unexpected intrusion! That wasn’t enough for . . . He wouldn’t . . .

“It looks to me like you need another lesson in obedience,” Nick said. “What do you think, guys? You want to watch how Jessica gets punished when she doesn’t do like she’s told?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” said Randal, nearly salivating. “You gotta give her spanking. You been a bad girl, haven’t ya, Sugar?”

Jessica was nearly quaking.

Nick walked cooly over to the picnic table and sat down.

“Come here, Jessica,” he said.

Jessica stared in disbelief.

“Now!” Nick barked.

Somehow, Jessica forced her frozen legs to move one after another, and she walked stiffly over to the picnic tables, feeling everyone’s eyes on her. She stood in front of Nick. Her eyes were growing watery, clouding her vision.

“Unbutton your jeans,” Nick commanded.

“P-please,” Jessica pleaded, “Not . . .”

“Unbutton your jeans.” Nick said again, “I said you weren’t getting your next spanking over your pants, and I meant it. Now, you cooperate, and this will be over soon. We’ll all leave together for the cabin, and no one will ever see those pictures we just took. Put up a fuss, and we’ll strand you here, and by the time you get back to campus jessicasboobs.com is going to be the most popular site on the Internet. You want that or are you going unbutton your jeans?”

Jessica gulped at Nick’s threat. Then, hands trembling, she reached down and popped open the button of her jeans. Growing impatient, Nick reached over and pushed her hand aside. He grabbed her zipper and pulled it slowly down, revealing the white cotton of her panties. Then, without warning, he grabbed the sides of her jeans and began to nudge them downward. Jessica could do nothing but stare down at Nick in shock as he tugged her jeans down off of her hips, bit by bit exposing her white-panty-clad ass to the group gathered around her. When her jeans were below her ass cheeks, he stopped.

“Over my knee,” Nick commanded.

When Jessica hesitated, Nick reached up to grab her hand and pull her towards him. With his other hand, he guided her across his lap. Jessica fell forward, and she stretched out her arms to steady herself, causing her naked breasts to swing free of her protective stance. Nick continued to bend her over until her full weight was resting on her torso, sprawled out over his thighs.

To maintain her balance, Jessica was forced to rest her outstretched arms but rest them on the asphalt by Nick’s feet. Nick adjusted her position on his lap until her tiptoes barely touched the ground and her ass was the highest point on her body.

Jessica’s father had taken her over his knee to spank her like this, but not since she was six or seven. Behind the hair that had fallen into her face, Jessica wept openly at the humiliation of having Nick force her to pull her pants down, of having him prepare to punish her like a little girl.

Suddenly, the assault began. Nick brought his open palm down hard on Jessica’s panty-clad bottom. Then he did it again and again. The blows stung, the more so since Jessica’s butt was still sore from the paddling it had received on the roadside.

The spanking continued. Jessica kicked her legs out behind her, but her movement was restricted by her jeans, which were bunched up around her thighs. The slaps of Nick’s palm pummeled Jessica’s ass, striking one butt cheek then the other, until suddenly he stopped.

“Ok, Jess,” she heard him say, “It’s time for me to pull your panties down. You ready? Dylan, you zoomed in?”

Jessica let out a wet sob of humiliation, feeling utterly helpless as, to her horror, she felt Nick’s fingers slip under the waistband of her underwear. With a firm tug, Nick slowly peeled Jessica’s white panties down over her bottom.

“Oh shit,” Randal said in appreciation as Jessica’s luscious naked butt cheeks, glowing pink from their punishment, rose to view.

Nick tugged Jessica’s panties down until they rested at the top of her thighs, just above her jeans. He adjusted the stance of his knees, hoisting Jessica’s nude ass more prominently into the air, the highest peak on the pretty feminine form spilling awkwardly over his lap.

Nick gently placed his open palm against her naked bottom in an exploratory caress, appreciating the heat her spanking had generated. Jessica cringed at the uninvited intimacy. That this frat boy had the power to run his hands over whatever private areas of her unclothed body he wished without the slightest input from her, it was almost too much to process.

“Judging from how red Jessica’s ass is getting, I’d say she’s learning her lesson,” Nick said, continuing to gently rub the pink mounds of the shapely female buttocks draped enticingly over his knee. “But I think a few minutes of spanking on the bare will help drive the point home. Don’t you, Jess?”

“No-o . . .” Jessica moaned wretchedly. She heard one of the boys laugh, apparently amused that she had bothered to answer her tormentor’s question.

Just then, she felt the first slap on her naked bottom. Without her panties to mute the blows, the percussive pops of skin striking skin echoed more loudly and brought with them a more acute sting.  Again and again, Nick smacked Jessica’s ass. When she began to squirm, her bottom twisting this way and that in a futile attempt to evade Nick’s hand, Nick held tight to her hip, pinning her firmly down over his knee.

Finally, with two last hard swats, Nick brought the spanking to an end. He eased his grasp on Jessica’s waist and allowed her to stand. Jessica nearly toppled over trying to lift herself off of Nick’s lap, but, with Nick grabbing her hand for support, she was able to right herself.

As soon as she was upright, Jessica grabbed for her panties and began to pull them up, but she was stopped by Nick’s voice.

“Nuh uh uh, Jess . . . Did I tell you to pull your pants back up yet?”

Sniffling, Jessica shook her head and reluctantly relinquished her grasp on her underwear. Instead, her hand drifted in front of her crotch to shield her blonde bush from view, while her other hand flew up to cover her exposed breasts. She lifted her moist eyes to take stock of the many witnesses to her indignity: the cashier, twisting his cap in his hands and gaping at her, Randal, grinning ear to ear, his eyes locked firmly on the region below her waist, Matt and Dylan, both circling around for the best angle to capture her degradation on film, and Shannon, regarding her with something halfway between an amused smirk and a disgusted sneer.

Nick stepped up beside her and gently pushed her hair away from her face. He placed a hand under her chin and stroked the side of her cheek sympathetically with his thumb. He pulled a tissue from his shirt pocket and dabbed at the dampness around her eyes.

“There now, you’re ok. it’s all over,” he cooed reassuringly to her, “You did real good. I think you’re learning discipline after all. Now, just come stand over here, facing the wall, and I want you to think about your lesson.”

Nick took Jessica by the elbow and led her back to the concrete wall where she had been forced to display her breasts. Her jeans still bunched up around her knees and her underwear stretched around her thighs, Jessica moved with an absurd, humiliating waddle as Nick dragged her along. As she shuffled and stumbled towards the wall, her pants and panties slid further down her legs.

Nick positioned her facing the wall and directed her to place her hands on the top of her head.  Jessica’s jeans and panties drifted down to her ankles, resting in sad pools around her sneakers, exposing her long smooth legs from her calves all the way up to her apple-red butt cheeks.

There was a moment of silence in which the men drank in the sight of Jessica’s nude ass, glowing like a neon sign, while Jessica drowned in the suffocating fullness of her humiliation, dominated and exposed, forced to face the corner like a naughty child, her pants pulled down, the consequences of her spanking placed on public display.

“Ok, Jess,” Nick said finally, “are you going to be a good girl for the rest of the trip?”

Jessica swallowed hard, not sure if she could force words from her clenched diaphragm.

“Ye-es . . .” she managed to squeak. Then, desperate for Nick to bring this horrible episode to an end, she added a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

“What have you learned?”

Jessica shut her eyes, momentarily unable to bring herself to give the demeaning answer she knew Nick was seeking. But finally she choked down the disgrace and willed her lips to move.

“Ob. . . bedience,” she said, hanging her head.

“That’s right,” said Nick. “Now ask for permission to pull your pants back up, and then we’ll get going.”

Jessica pressed her hands down against the top of her head and took several deep breaths.

“M-may I pull up my puh . . . my pants, sir?” she stammered.

“Go ahead, Jess,” Nick replied magnanimously. “Next time I just hope you’ll think about your poor fanny before you become so uncooperative.”

Jessica took her hands off her head and grabbed her panties as quickly as she could, yanking them up over her sore behind. The white cotton enveloped her ass, the sudden contact bringing a stinging reminder of the tenderness back there. Nevertheless, she immediately seized her jeans and shimmied them up her legs, wincing as the rough material irritated her bottom still more.

After buttoning her jeans, she reached for her blouse which still hung open. Suddenly, she hesitated. Nick hadn’t said anything about her top. She definitely didn’t want to risk anything that might prolong her ordeal, much less provide an excuse for some new degrading punishment. Cautiously, she looked over her shoulder.

“May I b-button up my shirt . . . sir?”

Nick gave a long, loud laugh and was joined more hesitantly by the other men.

“Sure, Jess. You have my permission,” Nick said.

“Holy smokes, buddy,” Randal said. “You sure got her trained good. Say, you don’t think I could get a copy of some of them pictures, do you?”