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 5 – The Shoulder

Mercifully, Jessica had only had to stand topless by the side of the highway for a few seconds. Moments after Jessica had followed Dylan out the passenger-side door, clutching her large, naked boobs tightly and ducking down whenever a car sped by, Nick had emerged and tossed Jessica her blouse (though not her bra, which he stuffed in his back pocket, leaving it dangling out visibly like a trophy).

Shannon slammed the driver’s-side door and stormed around to face Jessica, who was hurriedly and clumsily attempting to button her blouse up over her naked torso.

“I have had it up to here with your attitude,” Shannon yelled at her, “Nick may have patience for your bullshit, but I don’t. If you don’t start cooperating immediately, you are out. You understand?”

One of Jessica’s buttons broke off as she fumblingly tried to fasten it with her shaking hands. She looked up at Shannon, lower lip trembling.

“We are gonna drive you right back to campus,” Shannon continued. “No! Better yet, we are gonna leave you right here by the side of the road and let you hitch back! Shouldn’t be too hard wearing that trashy top.”

“That’s not gonna be necessary, is it, Jess?” Nick walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder reassuringly. “You’re just a little shy. I understand. But you just gotta remember. It’s no big deal. I know you can get through this. You don’t want us to turn around, do you?”

Jessica thought about her mother, how disappointed she’d be if Jessica failed to get into Theta Theta Psi just because she couldn’t handle a little hazing. She also thought about what Shannon had said about those pictures getting out if she didn’t follow through with the initiation. She looked at Nick and shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” she told him meekly.

“That’s the spirit,” said Nick. “Ok, so after your punishment, we can get back on the road, and it will be like this little bit of disobedience never happened.”

Jessica’s eyes grew wide.

“Wh-what? No. You mean-. . . It won’t happen again, I promise. I won’t– . . .” Jessica lowered her voice. “I’ll keep my hands down when you tell me . . .”

“Oh, I know you will, Jess,” said Nick, affecting a tone of understanding. “But you have to admit, you were awful uncooperative just now. I think Shannon’s right. You need some discipline.”

Jessica tried desperately to swallow the lump that was rising in her throat.

“I’m gonna need you to bend over the hood of the car,” Nick said casually.

“B-but . . .No, please, I—”

Suddenly, Nick’s demeanor shifted. The playfulness and understanding disappeared, and he grasped her shoulder roughly, looking her sternly right in the eyes.

“Listen to me. We don’t have all day here. If you don’t go bend over the hood of that car like I told you to right now, we are gonna leave you here just like Shannon said. You’ve got five seconds. Do it! Five . . .”

It was the tone of Nick’s voice more than the threat of being left behind that startled Jessica into instant compliance. It was the tone of authority, a tone that she had always been conditioned to obey. It touched deep chords within her psyche. It was the tone her father had used, and the pastor who ran her youth group and . . .

Without having consciously made the decision to do so, Jessica found herself walking over to the long, silver hood of the Volvo and placing her hands on its engine-warmed surface.

“Good job, Jessica,” Nick said soothingly, following her over to the front of the car. “Now bend over. All the way over the hood. Let’s get this over with.”

Jessica glanced over her shoulder. Matt was adjusting something on one of the camcorders. Jessica looked to Nick pleadingly.

“Please. Just . . . no cameras.”

“Sorry, Jess, that’s part of the deal,” Nick replied, “Dylan, grab the hi-def and get some shots from around front.”

Nick placed a hand on Jessica’s shoulder and guided her gently downward, over the hood of the car. Jessica let it happen, too frightened and confused to do anything else. Nick nudged her downward until her breasts, hanging loose behind the thin material of her blouse, made contact with the hot metal.

“Put your arms behind your back,” Nick commanded.

Jessica choked back a sob, but she complied. She took her palms off the car’s hood, causing her breasts to smoosh down against the metal surface as her torso accepted her full weight. Nick guided her arms into a folded position behind her back.

Jessica lifted her chin and looked up and down the highway. It was not a busy stretch of road, but every minute or two a car would pass. She hoped against hope that this humiliating scene in which she was a participant—a busty, braless college student submitting to a public spanking over the hood of a car from a bunch of frat boys—would not attract too much attention from passing motorists.

“Ok, you take your spanking like a good girl, and I’m just going to give you five swats over your jeans . . .” Nick said.

Over her jeans? Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. The thought that Nick would make her pull her pants down had never occurred to her. Especially not out in public like this, by the side of the highway where anyone could see. She rested the side of her face on the car hood and shut her eyes, trying not to think about that horrible scenario. Please, just get it over with, she thought.

Nick left her side briefly to fetch the paddle. When he returned, he placed a hand on Jessica’s lower back, and Jessica felt the flat surface of the paddle being rubbed experimentally up against the seat of her jeans. Jessica gulped and tried to brace herself.

WHACK! Jessica gasped. Even over her jeans, the blow was painful. Instinctively, her hands flew up to clutch at her ass.

“Hands in place, Jess, or this is gonna get a lot worse,” Nick said sternly.

Giving a whimpering nod, Jessica folded her arms once again behind her back. Once more, Nick placed the paddle softly against her ass, gauging his target.

Just before the paddle pulled away for another strike, Jessica became aware of an object hovering just inches from her face. She lifted her chin to look deep into the lens of a video camera that Dylan, leaning over the other side of the hood, was using to record close-ups of her reaction to her punishment. She was just opening her mouth to say something, to lodge some feeble protest perhaps, when . . .

WHACK! The words in Jessica’s throat became an incoherent squeal as Nick sent the paddle crashing into her buttocks. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to hide her face from Dylan’s camera.

Just then, she heard a vehicle drive by. Looking up, she was dismayed to see it slow down as it passed. Jessica moaned in shame.

Nick, meanwhile, gave her bottom a couple of soft pats with the paddle. “You getting this?” she heard him say to Matt, and she knew that her posterior was being chronicled in just as much detail as her face.

Another vehicle passed, just as Nick was raising the paddle. To Jessica’s horror, it gave a loud honk, to which Nick replied with a cheer and a wave of the paddle. Jessica looked up to see a blue pickup truck. It, too, slowed, and for a brief second, Jessica made eye contact with the man in the driver’s seat, just before . . .

WHACK!

“Oh!” Jessica gasped, “Oh god . . .” Her hands once more flew towards her burning ass, but, before Nick could rebuke her, she regained composure and returned her arms to their folded position.

“Please . . . No more . . .” she begged.

Ignoring her, Nick pressed down on her back even more firmly and cocked his arm once again.

WHACK!

The burn on Jessica’s bottom was excruciating.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for the rest of the trip?” Nick demanded sharply.

“Yes . . .” Jessica croaked.

“And you’re gonna do what I tell you to? No matter what?”

“Yes . . .”

“Ok. One more,” said Nick.

“Please . . . Don’t . . .”

WHACK!

Jessica cried out again, her yell of pain devolving into a staccato series of sobs. Nick slapped the paddle down beside her on the car with a clank. Jessica’s arms fell to her sides, but she did not raise herself from the hood, determined to get control of herself first.

“There.” Said Nick, “I hope that taught you a lesson. Did that teach you a lesson, Jessica?”

Jessica closed her eyes and nodded silently.

“What was that lesson? One word.”

“O-Obedience . . .” Jessica stammered, still not rising from the hood.

“The next time we have to do this, you’re going to pull your pants and panties down, and I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom. Do you understand that?”

Jessica’s pulse quickened, and her eyelids sprang open in fear. She nodded.

“Good. Let’s go.”

Shannon, who’d been smoking a few feet away, tossed her cigarette onto the asphalt and walked back around the car. She slapped Jessica’s ass as she passed her.

“In back, Rushie. Move.”

As Jessica lifted herself off the hood of the car, Dylan kept the camera trained on her face. “Hey. Hey Jessica, look over here,” he muttered under his breath like a paparazzo. Jessica kept her eyes determinedly downwards. Crossing one arm across her chest and rubbing an aching ass cheek with her other hand, she trudged submissively towards the back of the car.

The Initiation: Chapter 4 – The Road Trip

Friday. The Pledge Week retreat!

Jessica slept poorly that night, replaying the humiliating details of the evening’s ordeal over and over in her head. Being interrogated in her bikini by campus security while other students passed by and laughed. Running down Fraternity Row half naked. Knocking on the Sigma Tau door like some hired stripper. Kissing Nick in front of everyone. And the spanking, being forced to bend over and grab her knees while everyone looked on and Shannon slapped her bikini-clad ass with a paddle! Jessica tossed and turned, burying her head in her pillow to stifle the whimpers of recollected embarrassment.

So preoccupied was she by these memories that she gave little thought to the Pledge Week trip on which she and the rest of her future sisters were scheduled to leave that morning. It was not until her phone buzzed with a text message, shortly past 6:30 a.m., that she even remembered she had yet to pack.

“meet parking lot H for init trip 7:30,” the text said. It was from Shannon.

This was a change. The Theta pledges had previously been told to gather at the sorority house at 9:00 to leave for their retreat to Mt. Greenwood. Was this some sort of test? In any case, the new ETD gave Jessica little time to prepare. She sprang out of bed, and, trying her best not to disturb her roommate, began to change.

As she pulled her sweat pants off, Jessica discreetly inspected her bottom in the mirror. She was sure she still felt some residual soreness from last night’s paddling, but, as there were no obvious marks, perhaps the lingering pain was psychological. After a quick trip to the shower, Jessica selected her outfit: her favorite jeans, a button-up yellow blouse, white panties, and a solid white bra with just a hint of frill running along the top of the cups.

Fully changed, Jessica had just begun to gather her things for the trip when her phone buzzed again.

“And pack that swimsuit,” texted Shannon.

Jessica winced. What torments were in store for her at the Mt. Greenwood cabin?

***

Jessica approached Parking Lot H expecting to see a gaggle of Thetas and Theta pledges milling around and perhaps a rented University van or two. Instead, the parking lot was oddly quiet.

She was about to turn around, thinking she had the wrong time or place, when she saw Shannon. Shannon was standing by a silver car, shoving a bag into the open trunk. Beside her was a boy. As Jessica walked closer, she recognized the cropped dark hair and tall, athletic build of Nick, his broad shoulders straining the weave of a dark grey cardigan, his elbow resting confidently on roof of the car.

Jessica stopped short, but Nick had spotted her and called out.

“Hey, there she is! Morning, Jess! Hope you’re not feeling too sore this morning!”

Jessica blushed deeply. Still, there didn’t seem to be any cruelty behind Nick’s playful grin, and Jessica wondered if she was maybe taking the incident too seriously. After all, she was in college now. Perhaps she needed to loosen up.

Shannon turned and smiled as well, though her expression could not be described as playful nor entirely without cruelty.

“Glad you decided to show up on time. It would be a shame if we had to start this road trip off with another punishment.”

The car was a mid-90’s Volvo with a long hood and generous trunk space. As she hesitantly approached, Jessica peered in confusion at the open trunk, which clearly contained more luggage than just Shannon’s.

“Where is everyone else?” she asked.

“Everybody’s taking separate cars. Nick’s gonna drive us up to the cabin,” Shannon said. “We’ll meet everyone else there.”

“Nick’s coming?” Jessica asked in confusion. She had thought the Theta initiation was a closed ritual.

“Just for the drive,” Shannon replied, “But this is all part of the test, Rushie. What’s the Theta motto?”

“Dedication, Obedience, Discipline,” Jessica replied.

“That’s right. And Nick’s going to help us test your obedience. I’ve sold him your paddle for the length of the trip, so you better do everything he tells you to, just like it was one of us telling you.”

By way of illustration, Nick pulled Jessica’s paddle out of the back seat of the Volvo, casually resting it on his shoulder like a baseball slugger.

“Sold?” Jessica was taken aback. Was this within the rules? Could non-Thetas wield power over her as well?

“Well, traded,” Shannon said, “Speaking of . . .”

Nick looked slightly annoyed, as if he would rather Shannon not have said anything in front of Jessica, but, after a casual glance over his shoulder, he motioned Shannon into the car and climbed in beside her, closing the door and leaving Jessica to stand awkwardly alone by the open trunk.

After a few seconds, Shannon emerged abruptly, and Jessica thought she heard Nick say sharply under his breath “ . . . other half after we get there.”

“Back in a minute, Rushie,” Shannon said, “Get your bag in the trunk.”

As Shannon hurried off, Nick emerged from the car, Jessica’s paddle still in his hand. Jessica shuffled her feet nervously, unsure of what to say or do. She had never been good at talking to boys, let alone one that had been given unrestricted authority to issue her orders. And, perhaps, it didn’t help that Jessica found Nick undeniably handsome.

Luckily, Nick smiled at her reassuringly.

“Hey, no worries, Jess. This is standard hazing stuff. The Thetas always bring along a couple of guys to give the pledges a hard time. You know that girl Ashley? With the curly hair? I drove up to the cabin with her last year.”

Jessica did know Ashley. She liked her. If Ashley could get through the initiation, so could she. Jessica smiled nervously at Nick and attempted some small talk.

“How long have you and Shannon–?”

Nick gave a sudden laugh, causing Jessica to pause.

“You’re Shannon’s boyfriend, right?”

“Well, yeah, Shannon and I, we have our . . . arrangements. What about you? You have a boyfriend?”

Jessica shook her head.

“Virgin?”

Jessica looked at Nick wide-eyed, stunned by the directness of the question from this boy she’d just met. Nick laughed.

“Jeez, loosen up, Jess. You’re gonna be asked way more embarrassing questions than that before the weekend’s up.”

“N-no,” Jessica said finally.

Before Nick could follow up, his attention was drawn to the approach of two figures, weaving their way through the parked cars towards the Volvo. It was two boys, both carrying backpacks. After a moment , Jessica recognized one as the pimply kid who had greeted her at the Sig House door the previous night.

“Bout time, guys,” Nick said, “This is Matt and this is Dylan. Guys, meet Jessica, the newest Theta pledge.”

“Oh, I remember,” said the one who had been introduced as Dylan, a slightly overweight boy with pale skin, dark circles under his eyes and a head of shaggy brown hair.

“Yeah, that’s right. You left quite an impression,” Nick said. “You were all the guys around the house could talk about last night.”

Jessica blushed once again, reminded that both these boys had been among the crowd ogling her breasts and cheering as she bent over to receive her punishment.

“Nice to meet you,” she muttered.

“Shan skipped out to powder her nose. We’ll roll out as soon as she’s back,” Nick told his fraternity brothers. “Pop your bags in the trunk, it’s gonna be tight in the car.”

Jessica’s eyes widened. These two were coming too? This was not what she had pictured at all.

Just then, Shannon returned. She seemed weirdly energized and spoke quickly.

“Yeah! Ok, time to get this show on the road, bitches! Nick, keys! I wanna drive!”

Nick shrugged and tossed her the keys.

“Get your ass in the back seat, Rushie! You’re riding bitch between these two!  Let’s go let’s go!”

With that, Shannon jumped into the driver’s seat. Jessica glanced at the boys. Matt gave her a goofy, smiling shrug and stuffed a few rogue strands of blonde hair back under his baseball cap. Dylan sized her up with a hungry smirk that Jessica didn’t like in the least.

Nick opened the door for her, and Jessica slid into the back seat. Matt slid in next to her on one side, Dylan on the other. It was cramped, and Jessica pressed her legs firmly together to keep her thighs from brushing too much against her male co-passengers.

“Blindfold!” Shannon said as soon as the doors were closed.

From the front seat, Nick reached back and handed her a strip of cloth. Jessica took it but merely held it loosely in her hand in puzzlement.

“But . . . why?” she asked.

“Jessica . . .” Nick said with a note of reproach in his voice. “What’s the watchword for this weekend?”

“I don’t  . . .”

“O . . . O . . .” Nick prompted.

“O-Obedience?” said Jessica, causing Dylan to snicker.

“So put the blindfold on. No questions. Just do it.” Nick said.

Jessica nodded, and tied the blindfold on. Not being able to see made her feel all the more vulnerable, sitting here in this strange vehicle, surrounded by these boys she didn’t know. But she swallowed hard and told herself to go with the flow.

She felt the Volvo’s engine start, and Shannon pulled out so suddenly and erratically that Jessica’s self-consciousness was momentarily replaced by fear for her life.

***

They drove without talking for the first fifteen minutes or so, Jessica in complete darkness and shuddering every time she felt the car accelerate abruptly or make a hard turn that would send her squishing into either Dylan or Matt.

Eventually, they reached what must be the highway and leveled off into a consistent cruising speed. Either Shannon or Nick turned down the radio, which had been blaring, and Nick addressed Jessica.

“So Shannon’s given me this paddle, and I guess I wouldn’t be taking my responsibility seriously if I didn’t use it. So I’m gonna tell you to do some things, ok? And you’re going to do them, right?”

“What things?” Jessica asked automatically.

“Remember what we agreed about questions?” Nick replied. “You need to show your sisters that you understand obedience, and I’m going to help test you, ok? So when I tell you to do something, you’re not going to argue or hesitate. You’re just going to do it. Aren’t you?”

Jessica cleared her throat nervously.

“Y-yes,” she said.

“Cuz here’s how this works. If you don’t cooperate right away, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Punish? Nick seemed so nice, almost protective, Jessica had allowed herself to think that maybe things would go easier for her with him apparently in charge. But clearly he was perfectly on board to humiliate the new Theta pledge. Just go along, Jessica told herself, every girl in this sorority’s gone through this.

“And how do you think you’re going to get punished?” Nick asked. “A spuh . . . spuh . . .”

“A spanking,” Jessica forced herself to say, her voice petering out into a hoarse croak on the second syllable. She felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she imagined herself being spanked by Nick.

“Right! See? You’re catching on. If you don’t follow directions well or give me a lot of grief about it, that’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to spank that cute behind of yours, and, no offense to Shannon, but I’m guessing I can bring a little more force to bear on my swing. Plus, we’d have to pull over to spank you by the side of the road, and then we’d screw up the great time we’re making.”

To her left, Matt chuckled.

“But that’s not gonna happen, cuz you’re going to follow directions to the letter, right?”

Jessica gulped and nodded.

“Ok. So here we go. First things first. Simon saaaaaaays . . . show us your tits.”

The car went silent.

Jessica’s head spun. It was what she had been afraid of but was still somehow unprepared for. She was torn. Never had she imagined that she would be in the position, blindfolded and pinned in among a carful of fraternity boys, being asked to flash her naked breasts. On the other hand, maybe she was being too uptight. Perhaps this was just part of the college experience. Those girls in the Spring Break videos did it all the time . . .

“Quit being such a fucking prude!” demanded Shannon. “These guys have already seen plenty of your boobs.”

“She’s right, Jess. I don’t know what kind of bra you’ve got on, but it can’t be any sexier than that swimsuit you had on last night. Come on,” added Nick. “Just a quick look. Start by unbuttoning that blouse.”

What choice did she have? Demand that Shannon turn the car around? Quit the sorority? Slowly, Jessica unbuckled her seatbelt and reached a trembling hand to the top button of her blouse. She popped it open. She still couldn’t see anything, but she could feel the stares of the three boys following her actions closely.

One by one, Jessica undid the buttons, and, slowly, more and more of her skin came into view. Finally, she freed the final button, just underneath her navel, and the blouse fell open, revealing her elegant torso, bare but for the white cotton bra that clung to her breasts.

“Pull it open more,” instructed Nick.

Jessica pulled the blouse open, pushing it over her breasts, bringing them fully into view. Matt made an audible exhale of breath in appreciation.

“Ok, now pull your bra down,” said Nick.

The tension in the car was palpable as they waited to see if Jessica would comply, giving them a peek at her naked breasts.

“Jessica, pull your bra down,” Nick said again.

Her ingrained respect for authority coming into play once again, Jessica reacted swiftly to the firmness in Nick’s voice. With a shy blush, she grasped the lacy top of her bra cups and eased them tentatively downward. Jessica’s nipples popped into view.

“Further,” Nick said.

Jessica pulled the bra further off of her tits until eventually they spilled out completely. One of her bra straps slid down her shoulder. Jessica felt tears of anxiety welling up behind the blindfold.

“Holy shit,” Matt whispered.

“That’s perfect. You’re doing great, Jess. Just hold that position for a few more seconds,” Nick said.

Jessica tried her best to hold still. She no longer had to hold on to her bra cups, which were now held securely beneath the underside of her boobs, but she continued to clutch them anyway, prepared to cover herself back up the moment Nick allowed her to.

“Ok, how about you just take that shirt off completely, just for a few miles,” said Nick.

Jessica hesitated. What about the other drivers on the highway? What would they think if they saw a girl riding topless in the back of this car full of men? But she bit her lip, telling herself she had come this far, and slid the open blouse over her shoulders. She awkwardly bounced in her seat as she jerked her arms out of the shirt, causing her tits to jiggle tantalizingly. She held the blouse in her lap.

“Give it to me,” said Nick.

Fighting off a sense of nausea at giving Nick control of her clothes, Jessica thrust the blouse out blindly in front of her, her outstretched arm shaking uncontrollably.

“Now the bra,” said Nick.

Jessica reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It slid off, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. Jessica instinctively crossed her arms.

“Good job, Jess. You’re being very cooperative. Now just give me the bra, and then I want you to put your arms down, ok?”

As uncomfortable as she was with letting Nick handle her underthings, Jessica held her bra out in front of her. Nick took it.

“Great. I’ll just keep that safe for you,” said Nick, “Now, I want you to put your hands on the car seat. Palms down on the seat, ok?”

Jessica thought once again about the other drivers on the highway. Beside her, she could feel both Matt and Dylan shift in their seats, as if angling for a better view. After several deep breaths, she lowered her arms, placing her naked tits on full, unobstructed display for her male companions and who-knew-who-else who might be looking through the car windows.

“See, was that so hard, Jess?” Nick said. “Now just keep your hands right there for a few more minutes, then I’ll give you your shirt back, alright?”

Jessica gave an anxious nod and even attempted a little smile, as if handing an upperclass frat boy her bra and riding around topless in the back of his car surrounded by his pals was no big deal.

Just then, she heard an electronic noise to her left that made her head jerk in its direction. She told herself that she had imagined it, but then it came again. A soft, electronic “chu-chk.” The artificial sound of a camera shutter. Panicked, her hands flew up at once to cover herself.

“Aw, what happened, Jess? You were doing so great,” Nick said.

“I-is that . . . ?” Jessica began,  “Are . . . Are you taking pictures?”

“Well,” Nick evaded, “What if we were? You’re saying you don’t want any mementos of your big weekend?”

Jessica shook her head tentatively, not sure if the question was rhetorical.

“Look, I understand. But having photographic evidence is a standard part of the ritual. Isn’t that right, Shan?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Shannon replied, “We’ve got pictures of every girl’s tits. What, you think you’re special, Rushie?”

“It’s not like anyone else is going to see these,” continued Nick, “after all, you don’t see a bunch of topless pics of the other Thetas floating around campus, do you?”

Jessica shook her head uncertainly. That was true, but the idea of anyone taking  such compromising semi-nude photos of her was still inconceivable to her.

“In fact, Shannon’s probably gonna kill me for telling you this,” Nick said in a conspiratorial whisper, “but they delete all the pictures as soon as the initiation’s over. It’s all a big goof, just something to scare the pledges and test their dedication or whatever.”

“God damn it, Nick!” Shannon said, banging her hands on the steering wheel in a theatrical display of anger (though not nearly as much anger as might be expected, Jessica couldn’t help thinking), “You’re giving away all our secrets!”

“But that’s if you become a Theta,” Shannon quickly added, in a hiss directed at Jessica, “If you baby out and we have to take you home, I can’t guarantee where those pictures will end up.”

“So come on, Jess,” Nick coaxed. “Put your hands back on the seat and let us take a few more shots of your boobs. Then I’ll toss you your things back, and you can relax.”

Hardly able to believe what she was doing, Jessica forced herself to put her arms back to her sides and expose her breasts. Immediately, the camera noises began again, and Jessica let out a tiny sigh of shame.

“Hey, just so we get a few shots without the whole kidnap victim vibe, let’s take off the blindfold, huh?” Nick said, “That’s cool, right Shan?”

“Whatever,” Shannon replied.

“Ok. Dylan, help Jess untie that thing. Jess, remember not to move your hands.”

Suddenly, the blindfold was removed, and Jessica blinked hard against the abrupt flood of light. She looked around. Her stomach turned somersaults. It was even worse than she’d imagined. To her right, Dylan was gazing fixedly at her naked breasts, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In his hands, held at about crotch-level, he had a camcorder that was busily panning up and down Jessica’s body.

In front, turned all the way around in his seat to face her, Nick also had a video camera, a higher-end model than Dylan’s, that was trained on Jessica’s startled face. To her left, Matt fiddled with the settings on a still camera.

Jessica couldn’t help herself. Her hands flew up once again to shield her breasts from the documentation that they were being subjected to from every angle.

“Hey hey hey,” Nick chided, “Hands down, Jess. Hands down.”

Jessica’s head swam.

“Please . . . I . . . I can’t . . .”

No sooner were the words out of Jessica’s mouth than the car swerved without warning. Shannon violently pulled the Volvo over to the highway’s shoulder, braking so suddenly that Jessica was sent flying forward, bare breasts and all, into Nick’s camera.

When the car came to a halt, Jessica was thrown backwards again, and, for a sickening moment, she found herself knocked over into Matt’s lap. In the brief second before she could right herself, she thought she felt the bulge of his erection pressing against her shoulder.

Finally, she managed to get her bearings. Dust kicked up by the Volvo’s sudden stop drifted by the windows in billows. Shannon had swiveled in the driver’s seat and was scowling back at her.

“Out of the car,” she snarled.