Sorority slavegirls

CHAPTER NINE

"Oh, God, Vickie, what's happening here? What's going on?"

The men had stripped the perky brunette and tied her hands behind her back, sliding a hook through the rope, then hauling her up like a sack of flour from the floor to the top of the arch Vickie had earlier been suspended from.

"They're terrible men, Shari! I don't know if the rest of the sorority knows about this. They say some of the members do… that some of them actually come down here voluntarily!"

Vickie whispered nervously, her eyes moving toward the stairway every few seconds. The men had adjourned for a few seconds, having gone upstairs for a beer. Vickie had also been bound, her hands shackled together above her head. The iron cuffs were attached to a large iron eyehook fastened to one wall. Her toes barely touched the floor. Vickie could feel the cold cement blocks prickling the sensitive flesh of her ass and back.

"Not I can't believe it! I can't believe any of this is happening!" Shari said, looking around at the various torture devices with wide eyes. "People don't act like this today. This is straight out of some flick."

"Oh, God, believe me believe me it's happening," Vickie said, finally breaking down. Tears streamed from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she thought of all the horrors she had had to endure in the past few hours. Few women in all their lives had to so through as much. The beatings, the rapes, the animal fucking! The blonde teenager closed her eyes and shivered! No, nothing could be as horrible, as demeaning as her past few hours here in this basement.

"What are they going to do to us?"

Vickie's usual confidence was quickly disappearing. She folded one hand over the other, trying to hide her pussy from view. Vickie smiled at the young girl's attempt at modesty. She didn't know the capabilities of these men.

"Anything they want to, Shari. Oh, God, if you only knew what they put me through!"

Vickie was going to tell her new friend what had happened. Then she thought better of it. Oh, how could she explain to her about the animal, about being fucked so many times, about being abused and actually liking it? That thought made her sick. No, she didn't dare say a word. The marks on her smooth body told the story. She'd seen Shari staring at them, her forehead wrinkling up in fear.

Yes, the petite brunette had an inkling of what would be following. Maybe they would bring more women down here before letting them all go. Of course, that's what they wanted… a kind of hanging harem of submissive young women to be beaten, abused, fucked, used for general entertainment!

"Sh! Here they come," Shari whispered, her head twisting around as sounds came from the stairway.

Vickie tensed. They were back, back to work their wills on them. She watched as the five of them reeled down the stairs, cans of beer in their hands. They were all drunk again, Scott and Paul the drunkest of the lot.

"Man, she loves fuckin'. Bet her friend does, too?" Paul said, staggering up to Vickie and wrapping strands of her blonde hair between his fingers. He pulled at it hard until the girl cried out in pain.

"Oh, God!" Shari groaned, turning her face away.

Scott and the others laughed as Paul spilled beer into the girl's mouth. Vickie gagged, choking on the cold liquor as it swirled around in her mouth. "Guess she doesn't drink," Paul said, throwing the can away and shrugging his shoulders.

"You animals!" Shari spat out angrily. "Animals? Animals?" Scott repeated, looking at Vickie slyly. "You wanna hear about animals. Talk to this one. Man, she really loves dogs." Vickie felt her face catch fire. Oh, they wouldn't talk about that in front of her friend, would they. Oh, let him do anything to her except that! She could face anything, even more pain and degradation. But to have the outside world know about her shame… it would simply be too much to stand!

"What do you mean?"

"Let her tell you later," Scott muttered, crossing the floor.

"Uhhhgghhhh!"

Vickie cried out suddenly, her eyes popping out while her cheeks puffed and nostrils flared. Scott had suddenly swung around, driving his doubled fist into her lower belly with all his strength. The blow went well past her flaccid belly muscles, bruising the helpless young woman badly.

Vickie gagged as dull pain seemed to wrench her guts inside out. Shari screamed, her body swinging in mid-air.

Vickie stared at the big man, her mouth open wide as she gasped for air. Why was he acting so brutal toward her? Were they going to beat her to death?

"Punishment, baby, punishment for having enjoyed Ranger so much. That's what you want, right?"

He was right! Oh, God, so right! Her mind was demanding satisfaction for the horrible sexual crime she'd committed. The young woman looked past Scott, afraid to meet his eyes with hers. She grunted, panic showing on her face.

"Hey, man, how about a little fun with this? She likes leather, remember the harness?" Paul said, handing his buddy a black leather riding crop. Vickie looked at both men and understood. It was punishment time. They were going to beat her senseless, wake her a total, willing slave like they had done to others in the sorority.

Vickie shook her head violently from side to side. She could already imagine the stinging blows of the crop against her flesh. Sweat oozed from under her arms, itching where it trickled over the sides of her tits.

Without cocking his arm, Scott lashed the end of the riding crop across the girl's flat belly. Vickie's stomach tightened, then turned over. Scott snarled, his lips curling up and revealing his square, white teeth. For an instant, she confused his face with that of the dog's.

"Little bitch, little society bitch!" he growled, backhanding the crop across her right cheekbone. The force of that blow snapped her head to the side. Vickie choked on a scream. She could feet cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek. She was bleeding! God, they were going to scar her face for life! She could feel the blood trickling into one corner of her mouth. The girl ignored the pain radiating from her ribs to her belly. This had to be the final round in this torture. She couldn't imagine them doing anything more.

"I'm not… not what you say. I'm not!"

"Lying little slut!" Scott barked, the smile on his face fading. "You're trying to tell me you're some kind of saint when I saw you crawling all over this Goddamned floor with that mutt and half the guys here?"

"Oh. Vickie no," Shari groaned, lowering her eyes.

"That's right, baby. But don't you think it's gonna be different with you. You'll be braying like a Goddamned whore when I get through with you."

"That's it, Scott! Man, tell 'em. Tell 'em we use the sorority just for kicks, for the girls we can get down here," the others said.

The slicing pain of another blow across one nipple left Vickie breathless with pain for a second. After her first shriek there came an involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly. The pain seemed to go on and on, throbbing like a gash. Her head reeled even more than before. She could feel the cold cement blocks, scraping painfully across her butt as her body banged and swayed from side to side against the wall.

Vickie ground her teeth together, hating Scott and the others bitterly. She wanted him to come close enough for her foot to kick into his balls. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted pain, slowly regaining control of herself.

"Got anything to say, bitch? Man, you girls parade around in that sorority like queens, thinking that nothing in the world can touch you. All those stupid parties, those stupid dances. Man, some of the girls know where the real action is," Scott said, looking around the room and pointing at his buddies.

"You filth!" Vickie spat out. "Nothing but losers, an of you. You couldn't satisfy a woman normally, so you've gotta tie her up and treat her like this!"

Immediately the young blonde realized she'd touched a raw nerve. All the young men stiffened, sucking in their chats. There was an air of violence suddenly bristling in the room.

"Bitch!" Scott nearly screamed, slashing the end of the crop across Vickie's face. "Bitch, slut, Goddamned little whore," he shouted, spittle spraying from his mouth and flecking the girl's cheeks. He lashed out once more, peeling a small strip of skin from Vickie's tit.

The blonde teenager writhed helplessly in her chains from the cuts. She felt the warm stickiness of her blood trickling down her ribs, trailing along her belly. Scott looked at her, his eyes burning with lust and fury. She had said the unmentionable, questioned his masculinity.

From her hanging position, Shari could see that the twisting, bleeding body in front of him was arousing a strange kind of lust in the young man. The brunette shivered, feeling for the first time the real horror of her situation. Scott slid the crop back and forth in one hand, moving closer to the blonde.

Vickie moved one foot around experimentally. She hoped he'd come a little closer. God, she knew she'd be finished if she tried something. But the hatred and frustration over what they'd done to her boiled over. She had to fight back, kick back if necessary.

Scott jerked out one hand, grabbing at the girl's pussy. He twisted the hairs in his fist, pulling some out. Vickie screamed in pain, throwing her head back. Her body jerked and bounced in the rattling chains. The pulling, tearing sensation ripped through the girl like a rusty saw. Vickie jerked her right knee up, searching for the opening that would send it into his groin.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Vickie felt him snatching more pussy-hairs from her cuntal mound. He was snatching her crotch bald. The pain was horrible. Scott slapped her face back and forth with his other hand. Then she felt the crop once more against her face, her lips, the tops of her tits.

Vickie struggled, drawing herself higher against the wall. The edges of the iron manacles sliced flesh from her wrists. Vickie felt her hands going cold and numb as the nerves were tacked with the iron pressure. She screamed out at the man who screamed back. The rising din sounded like hell had broken through the tiled floor and established an outpost in this hunting lodge. The cries rang off the walls, almost drowning out Shari's pleas for them to stop.

More strokes crossed her nipples, burning the sensitive tips like flames. While the girl's legs moved up to wrap around him, to mash his balls to jelly, Scott's fingers found a deep grip on her pussyflesh.

Vickie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft skin of her cunt-lips. Oh, God, only now she realized just how much on fire her inner cunt-lips were! She was getting hot, turning on to this horrible treatment! Her eyes widened with surprise. She was juicing, getting moist, hot, just as if a lover had pinned her to the bed and was about to drive his dick into her snatch. Vickie shook her head back and forth, trying to drive the feeling from her mind.

"Like it, don't you? I knew you would. Baby, you and I got lots in common. We're gonna see lots of each other in spite of what you think now," Scott said softly.

Vickie knew no one else heard what he was talking about. She knew he was right. Oh, Lord, he was right. Something inside her was responding to him. There was a dark bond between them, something uncovered during the course of this horrible evening. Try as she might, Vickie couldn't ignore it. She would be like those other sorority sisters he talked about. There could be nothing to stop the perverted forces now loose in her mind and body. She was trapped – trapped by her own perverted lusts.

Now the battle changed. Scott still beat at her tits and belly with the crop. But his grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Vickie moved her hips, still looking for that opening that would let her mash his balls into a mess. But that end seemed less important now. The pain caused by the slashing whip merged with the pleasurable sensations radiating out from her pussy. With a groan, Vickie felt Scott push his face against her tits.

The blonde teenager felt hot fuck-oil running in her cunt. She felt the bulge of the young man's dick with her thigh. But when she tried to knee him in the groin, she only slithered her leg up the side of his stiff lick. It was a movement of love, not revenge.

"Yeah, love it, honey, love it!"

Vickie hated herself from shrinking away from her former resolve. It was as if she fully acknowledged her total degradation. There had always been a shred of hope for her moral salvation. But now, hanging here like this, almost embracing Scott in front of Shari and his friends, she was publicly announcing her own perversion.

"Wanna fuck here, baby? Wanna fuck me in front of the guys, in front of your little friend?" His words injured her pride. She watched horrified as Scott opened his flannel shirt, unzipped his Levi's and pushed the torn trousers down to his knees. Vickie heard Shari cry out from somewhere in the distance. But the young blonde was in a world of her own. The prospect of feeling his lick and his whip both battering her at the same time held her more a prisoner than the cuffs on her wrists.

No, nothing could save her from the moral garbage heap she'd landed on. Her tits heaved with the deep breaths she took. Vickie rolled her head from side to side. She tried to keep her eyes from the big tapered end of his dick. It was a familiar sight to her. But now, in conjunction with such immediate and severe pain, Scott's dick took on a new, enlarged meaning for the young blonde teenager.

Vickie closed her legs, her toes barely touching the floor.

"We'll fuck, baby, and this is gonna be the best fuck you ever had."

Vickie spat at him. Scott just laughed, pushing his trousers down to the tops of his boots. The hair around his dick bristled with sexual electricity while his balls tightened up in their sac and pressed hard against his thick dick-root. The girl's joints started to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders was growing worse as she tried to steady herself.

"I could take you down and fuck you on the floor. But somehow that wouldn't be in the spirit of things. Professor Johnson talks about the spirit of things in his history classes. You'll have to meet him. He comes down here sometimes," Scott said, prodding at her tit with the end of the crop.

Vickie felt the cold leather and metal tip press into her boob just under the stipple. He rolled it around. A shiver of delicious pleasure fluttered across her pussy. Vickie pressed her toes against the floor. Her nipples started to stiffen once more. Scott walked in front of her, the tip of the crop trailing across the rounded underswell of her tits. His dick was large, moving slowly from side to side with each step he took. Then he slashed the crop across both nipples with a quick, savage forward movement.

"Ahhhhhyeee!"

Vickie threw her head back, her tits bouncing from the impact.

"You're all crazy! Let her go! Let us go!" Shari screamed, tears rolling down her face.

"Shut up, or you'll be feeling the whip," Scott barked, keeping his eyes fastened on the blonde twisting in front of him. The young man smiled grimly at her. He looked as if he were about to say something. Then suddenly he twisted his lips into a sick smile and slashed an "X" across her lower belly.

Vickie grunted, drawing her legs up and swinging on her chains. She thought her arms would come out of their sockets. The muscles under her navel knotted up with tension.

Quickly, Scott struck the crop just under her right kneecap. Vickie's leg jerked up. The young man grabbed it, pulling her away from the wall, then flinging her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.

Vickie screamed out with agony. She slammed against the wall, striking the cold, scratchy concrete blocks with her hipbone. She rebounded, swaying like a pendulum. Her long blonde hair splashed across her face. Vickie looked around like a madwoman, her eyes rolling around and unable to fix on any stable object. Her mind was a riot of sensations and emotions.

"Get that ass warmed up again… just like we did with the paddles."

Scott reached around and twisted her body, flinging her back against the wall. Her forehead, tits and knees struck the concrete. Vickie struggled to get her toes on the floor. But the twisting had shortened the chain, hoisting her body just a few inches above the cold tiles.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Scott was going wild behind her. He flogged the backs of her knees, her thighs, then finally beat at her asscheeks. The screaming blonde tightened her arm muscles, trying to climb the wall, trying anything to get away from the tearing agony of that lashing crop. She could feel her asscheeks jiggling and rolling from the force of the savage blows. They crisscrossed over her ass, leaving large dark welts where the leather crop landed. Vickie could hear Scott's uneven breath. She closed her eyes and imagined his hard cock growing hot and thick as he drove that weapon more furiously against her white, helpless body.

Vickie's ass now felt as if it were on fire. The blazing pain in her ass radiated out to her cunt. Juice ran down from her cuntal mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop had bitten into her. Vickie yelped for Scott to stop. But her pleas, as she well knew by now, were only gasoline to his fiery desire. What awful thing was left for him to do?

As she hung there whipped and tied, the blonde teenager prayed once more to lose consciousness. The pain, mixing with her wild lust, had almost become overwhelming.