Pam McCullen is a freshman at college and she wants to pledge to the most exclusive and mysterious sorority on campus. Her roommate warns her to stay away, but Pam doesn’t listen and decides to pledge anyway.
On the first night of the sorority pledge, Pam is inducted into their unusual hazing ritual. First, she is given a selection of controlled substances. Then she is stripped naked and blindfolded. She is taken to a room where she is tied to a bed and abused over and over by men whose faces she will never see.
At the end, she is offered the chance to be a part of their secret society of sexual obedience. But will she accept their offer to be used as a slave to strangers, or will she be horrified by what she has been put through?
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Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread
apart. They weren't so tight they cut into her skin, but they were
tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was still blindfolded and
gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms
from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her
wrists to the posts of the bed and locked what felt like a bar between
her ankles, which kept her legs spread wide.
Julianna seemed compassionate when she told her of her concern
because she was a virgin, and that made her feel relieved, but at that
moment she wasn't sure what that meant. Someone had their head between
her legs and was licking her pussy, driving her out of her mind. If
she had known that people did things that felt this good when they had
sex, she would have given up her virginity long ago.
The guy, she figured it was a guy because his rough whiskers brushed
the inside of her thigh, kept licking a particular spot in her pussy
that sent shock waves shooting through her like intense jolts of
electricity that fed right to the pleasure center of her brain.
Out of simple curiosity, Christine had researched the female orgasm,
but all of it was so clinical. Nothing she read ever gave her the idea
that any of it would feel so good. She had even tried many times to
give herself an orgasm using all the techniques she had read, all
without success.
The waves that shook her body doubled their intensity and continued
to grow. Her moans grew louder, despite the gag in her mouth, her
thrashing grew wilder, despite the ropes that held her down, and
suddenly she was experiencing her first orgasm. It washed through her
body like a violent flood of water, crashing over her again and again.
It was a very liberating experience.
She lay writhing in the glow of the orgasm. Her chest was heaving as
she tried to catch her breath. The gag only restricted her breathing.
The mouth had left her crotch. She could feel the cool air on her wet
private parts. It was an unusual sensation. The bed was rocking and
shifting as the guy moved between her bent legs. She felt his hands
around her thighs and felt his muscular body squeezing through the
hole made by her legs and the bar.
Christine caught his musky scent again wafting up to her nose. She
had first smelled it when he approached the bed, a strong, musky man
smell. She could distinguish it from her own smell, an odor she had
become familiar with on her fingers from her futile attempts at
masturbation. He must have done something right, she thought, because
she could smell it in the air. It had never been that strong before.
She knew what was going to happen to her. She wondered if she was
really ready for it, like she had convinced herself to believe she was
for so many years. Only now, as the moment approached, she couldn't
remember why she thought she had to wait for the right man, or that it
was such a special event that her virginity had to be treasured
instead of enjoyed.
Suddenly it touched her and she gasped. She immediately knew what the
warm object was laying across her pubic mound and her flat belly. She
only wished she could see it and touch it. A man's penis was still a
mystery to her. The sex manuals did little to inform her of how it
looked or what it did. She knew in great depth how they worked, but
was at a total loss as to how it felt when erect. And now, here she
was with one so close to her, and she was not allowed to examine it.
The guy's hands came up her sides and went over her tits. Christine
squirmed. She was anxious to feel him put his penis inside her. His
hands felt good on her body and he was driving her wild.
His fingers peeled off the flimsy lace bra. Christine sighed. Her
hips were churning. The bar had her legs locked around him like a boa
constrictor. His thumbs rubbed her tingling nipples, sending more
jolts through her slender body. She squirmed more.
His hands left her chest. She felt them again on her pussy, spreading
her labia. She knew this was it, the moment she had waited for all her
life, since the day she had witnessed her sister performing the same
act with her boyfriend when they were both just kids. All her longing
and desire passed in a moment when she felt the head of the stranger's
penis pushing past her wet lips. She felt such excitement swelling up
inside her she wanted to scream.
Then, without warning, she felt a sharp pain from inside her and did
scream. Immediately, she was filled with fear that he had done some
sort of damage to her delicate insides, yet he kept pushing it inside
her. The pain increased. Was he crazy? He was going to kill her. She
squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced, biting into the red plastic ball
stuffed into her mouth. A tear from the corner of her eye soaked into
the black fabric of the blindfold. She turned her head to try to get
away from the onslaught, but it was no use. The penis she had desired
for so long just kept coming, pushing harder and harder.
It seemed to be caught up on something, like it had gone as deep as
it could. He pushed even harder. Christine screamed again. She tried
to get him to stop, but could do nothing. Finally, the resistance gave
way and he sunk into her deeper than she thought anything could ever
go.
Christine had been concentrating on the horror of her situation so
much that she failed to notice the pain gradually fading away. She
stopped being so caught up in her plight and concentrated on the
changing sensations in her groin. The pain was gone completely. In
it's place was a new feeling of being filled, combined with the
strange sensation created by the friction of the shaft sliding in and
out of her body. It finally occurred to her that she was being fucked,
and she liked it.
