Message-ID: <20010eli$9902170447@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "joy paine" Subject: Fraternity Property -- Prequel Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990216230737.24065.qmail@hotmail.com> Fraternity Property -- Prequel MMMF NC, humiliation, tor, oral, anal by Joy Paine It was almost a year ago (April 1998) that I promised a continuation of my story of this name. What the Muses gave me was not a continuation, but a "prequel" -- a story about what happened before -- back in the days before hi-tech. The two versions do not rely on each other -- either one can stand on its own feet, as it were, and the continuation (which I fervently hope will eventuate) can proceed from either of the two versions. However, if you like this version, you might like to look up the other in the Dejanews archives, or in the archives of this News Group. The usual disclaimers apply. No actual individuals, living or dead, or otherwise, are portrayed her other than the Me I dream about. Here's the story: Priscilla's doubt showed in her face. "But really", she protested, "The RD's have a reputation for being rather--well, fast, and I don't..." "Nonsense"! her roommate interrupted. "You can get laid if you want to, and a lot of the girls do. But this is a double date. I'll be there with Jim, and believe me, there's nothing so inhibiting as having another couple along And I wish you would come with us. Jim has been under pressure to get a date for his brother. Please ... won't you do it as a favor ... to me? Just this once?" Ellen seemed awfully anxious. Almost terrified at the thought of being turned down. Probably Jim regarded it as a point of honor to fix his fraternity brother up with a date. Oh well, Priscilla thought, what did she have to lose? Her cherry, of course, she thought wryly--which is more than most of her contemporaries at college could say. But they were just going to a movie. Not even a drive-in. What could you do in a crowded theater? Even on Friday the thirteenth? They dressed informally--blouse and jeans. Priscilla's blouse was loose and dark, so she didn't bother with a bra. Clean, cool, and casual. And comfortable. On the way downtown, they stopped at the frat house. "A little ceremony," Bobby explained. "Part of the ritual of the Order. A touch of Old World elegance, if you will. The first time that one of the brothers goes out with a new girl, he has to introduce her to the council. Sort of ask for their approval, you might say." Priscilla laughed nervously. "What if I don't pass the test?" she asked, only half jokingly. Bobby's laugh was unmixed. "Wouldn't happen in a thousand years, honey. It's just a formality, but one that is steeped in tradition. "It's just like the secrecy about the full name of the fraternity," he went on. "After you pass the test, we can tell you what RD stands for. "Besides," he added, "even if it was a serious test, a beautiful young lady like you would have no problem at all." Bobby led the three of them into the fraternity house, down the stairs to the "Council Room". Again, Priscilla was glad that her room-mate was with them. Even so, her nervousness began to include a bit of apprehension about more than passing the test. The fraternity brothers were waiting for them, sitting in a semi-circle facing the door. Maybe it was her imagination, but they seemed to be leering hungrily. Like a pack of wolves, Priscilla thought. It took all her determination not to turn and flee in panic. But she knew she'd never be able to hold her head up around the campus if she pulled a chicken trick like that. Bobby led her to the center of the semi-circle, and seated her at a wooden table. A small, sturdy table, fairly low. She felt a bit reassured when Bobby passed his arm through hers, lacing their fingers together, and laying their forearms on the table. But then Jim took her other arm in the same manner, sitting on the other side of her. She felt trapped. The chairman spoke. "So this is the cunt that's going to be Bobby's whore." Priscilla gasped at the sheer vulgarity of his words--the full meaning had not yet sunk in. She tried to stand up in protest, but the two men held her motionless. She looked imploringly to Ellen for help. Ellen was quietly leaving the room, closing the door behind her. A thick door--soundproof, from the look of it. Priscilla glared at the semi-circle of men. "Look here . . ." she began. She gasped in outrage as Bobby and Jim each grasped one of her nubile breasts with their free hands. Her protests broke into a scream of agony as they squeezed, brutally. "Lesson number one," the leader chuckled. "Cunts should be seen and not heard. Give her another touch, fellows, just to make sure she got the point." The two boys complied cheerfully, squeezing even harder this time. Priscilla closed her eyes to shut out the horrible reality, tears running down her cheeks. She was vaguely aware that they kept their hands on her breasts; whether as a reminder or just for kicks, she had no way of knowing. Obviously it was at least partly for kicks, she realized, as they started kneading gently, their thumbs stroking her nipples. She was jerked back to reality by the prick of a needle in her arm. She looked up imploringly at the man who was wielding the hypodermic, not daring to speak. "Don't worry, honey," he said. "It's not the big H, or anything like that. We wouldn't want to dull your senses just when you're going to have the time of our life. This is just a mild tranquilizer, to keep you from going into shock, or puking. Believe me, there's nothing in the world that's grosser than having a cunt puke while she's sucking you off." The leader spoke again. "Bobby probably told you that the purpose of this ceremony was to decide whether would be a suitable whore for him. Although probably not in those exact words," he grinned." And we know that the answer will be affirmative, of course. We've had you under inspection for a long time--even since before you decided to come here to college. And with a pair of tits like yours, there's no doubt that you would serve our purposes, even if your face and legs didn't happen to be first class, too. "All you'll need to become a really superb fuck is practice. And motivation, of course. What we have to find out is how much of each you need. For motivation, we have all sorts of techniques and devices that will quickly persuade you that there are worse things in life than a little old-fashioned fucking. Or some of the up-to-date variations, for that matter. And as for practice--I think that there are enough of us here to provide all of the practice you need. Right now," he leered. Priscilla gasped. "You aren't going to . . ." "We're going to peel you like an onion, baby, layer by layer. After each of us has had you two or three times, you'll have more experience tonight than most cunts get in a month. But maybe you won't need our teaching. Maybe you can show us that you're already good enough to give Bobby the fuck of his life. Let's find out. Bring out the bed, fellows." Priscilla found her voice. "Not here, with all of you watching?"The man laughed. "Not only watching, cunt, but taking pictures. Beautiful pin-up pictures, packed with action, that we can hang up over our beds. But also for insurance. To show your friends and family, if you get out of line. Like if you get any fancy ideas of going to the police. Or running away. After tonight, you're going to be RD property. You're going to be Bobby's cunt as long as he wants you. And if he gets tired of you--well, we'll manage to work something else out." "But--but wait!" Priscilla implored. "I'm a virgin!" "A virgin, eh? A very rare commodity indeed. Well, I don't think that Bobby is going to let you take your cherry out of here." Bobby spoke, for the first time. "You know, I might do just that", he said thoughtfully. A chorus of jeers and catcalls answered him."No, seriously," he protested. He turned to Priscilla. "Tell me, cunt, how serious are you about wanting to keep your cherry?" "Please," she pleaded. "I'll do anything you ask. Only please don't--you know--de-flower me." Bobby grinned nastily. "OK", he leered. "I'll give you a chance. If you can give me a good enough time with your asshole, I won't break your cherry. At least not tonight. Later on--who knows? But if you don't do your damnedest to give me the best butt-fuck I've ever had--and to make the pictures look as if you were doing it not only willingly, but enthusiastically--then I'll rip you open and throw you to the gang." "One more thing," the leader added, "before Bobby starts breaking you. Now is the time to tell you what our fraternity name stands for. As you know, the full name is Rho Delta Delta. Or, in English, RDD. Stands for--TA DA!--Rape a Dame a Day. Today is your day." Priscilla never knew how she survived the ordeal that night, even with her senses dulled by the drug. Obviously, Bobby wasn't going to be stingy with "his" girl. All of the fellows helped him get her ready. Even the guys operating the cameras were relieved every few minutes, so they could take their turns in the action.The men took their time about getting Priscilla's clothes off, stripping her garment by garment, inch by luscious inch, stopping frequently to kiss or fondle various parts of her lush young body. And all the while making her pose for those incriminating pictures, making her maintain the forced smile that gave the illusion that she was enjoying the degrading experience. And bit by bit, to her dismay, she did start to enjoy it. The constant caressing of tier tits and her clit, aided by the relaxing effects of the drug, began to tell. In spite of her disgust and her determination not to respond, she felt her young body beginning to be aroused, felt her nipples harden, the juices begin to flow in her cunt. Her tormentors did not miss the change in her mood. Pacing their actions to her responses, they played on her with gentle but insistent caresses, tuning her body to an ever-rising pitch of response. She began to moan in ecstasy, her body swaying involuntarily in sensuous rhythm. She felt her nervous system become a balloon, inflating further and further. Slowly, slowly, it approached the bursting point, swelling sweetly until it was sure to explo... And suddenly, nothing. By a prearranged signal, the men took their hands and tongues from her body, leaving her dangling in a frustration of unfulfillment. Sobbing in frustration, Priscilla moaned for them to continue. She opened her eyes to implore them to go on. . . The hand that was reaching toward her crotch wore a glove. A rather strange glove, made of rubber, and covered with a network of fine wires. She stretched toward it instinctively, thrusting the femininity of her body shamelessly toward its caress. Gently, ever so gently, it stroked her parted cunt lips. Priscilla's body convulsed into a scream of agony as the glove touched her, racking her most sensitive flesh with a brutal electric shock. Her passion dissolved into pure, raw pain, as the boys cheered. Lesson number two," mocked the leader. "No free rides for the cunts. Your purpose in life is to provide pleasure for us, not to enjoy yourself. And now," he added ominously, "it's time for you to start earning your keep." Bobby took over then, giving Priscilla explicit and detailed instructions, couching his orders in the most offensive gutter terms. At his command, she unzipped his fly, took out the repulsive thing, and caressed it with her fingers and her, lips until it swelled into full passion. Then the ultimate humiliation . . . He let her apply a lubricating cream (for his comfort, rather than hers, she thought bitterly) but it still hurt like fire as he plunged deep into her virgin asshole. It seemed like hours before the final release--before he stiffened violently, cursing her in the vilest language, pouring his hot venom deep into the forbidden hole. Gradually, he relaxed, slowly releasing the agonizing grip with which he had been punishing her breasts. Twining his fingers in her hair, he pulled her callously to a standing position, kissed her, mockingly. She had no strength left to resist. "Good news, baby"' he chortled. "Even though it wasn't the very best piece of ass I've ever had, I'll give you passing marks for effort. So we're going to let you wear this for the rest of the night." The rest of the night? Priscilla's heart pounded anxiously. What else would these young demons do to her? What further pain and degradation lay in store?She forced her eyes open to see what "this" was. One of the boys was taking an object from an ornate wooden box, holding it up for the tortured girl to see. A chastity belt. A very elegant chastity belt, all polished leather and brass, with the fraternity's coat of arms beautifully tooled in the area that would cover her Venus mound. The gang shouted obscene encouragements as Bobby buckled it on her, securing it with a brass padlock. And a special refinement, she discovered, as he fastened it in place--the damned device was fitted with brass studs in the strategic places. Not sharp enough to pierce even the tender skin of that area, but uncomfortable enough to keep reminding her that she was a woman. In spite of the pain and humiliation, Priscilla felt a bit relieved to have it there. At least it would keep these brutes from deflowering her. Just as long as they wanted it to, her other self told her mockingly. After all, they were the ones that had the key. Working with an efficiency born of long practice, the boys buckled straps around her wrists, made them fast to brass rings in the belt, so she could not move her hands from her sides. Then they put in the Mouthpiece. The Mouthpiece was actually a combination of two devices. First, a pair of hard rubber rollers were forced into her mouth and positioned between her teeth, way back, one on each side, holding her jaws painfully parted.The rollers were held in place by a framework of stiff wires that followed the contours of her gums--one above, between her lip and gum, and one below, behind her lower teeth. She didn't have any idea what the thing was for, but it was awfully uncomfortable holding her jaws spread that way. And she felt a foreboding of helplessness. The other part of the Mouthpiece consisted of two pieces of adhesive tape. Narrow tape, only about a quarter of an inch wide. One of them pinched her upper lip, one on each side of the dimple in the middle. The ends of the tape ran up on both sides of her nose, holding her upper lip in a sort of a sneer. The other tape did the same for her lower lip. The overall effect was to hold her lips pressed together, over her forcibly opened jaws. One of the men gently forced a banana between her pouting lips, in a coarse preview of what lay in store. They didn't give her much time to contemplate her fate. Goaded by the urge to action, they dragged her across the room, forced her to bend over the small table where she had originally been seated while those two young hoodlums had squeezed her tits. She noticed that the table had been bolted to the floor, so that it would not tilt or slip. Her torturers forced Priscilla to bend down over the table, fastening her down with a broad strap across the small of her back. Straps at her ankles spread and immobilized her legs, so that she lay helpless, her chin hanging over one side of the table, her recently violated butt starkly exposed on the other.The strap at her waist held her wrists in place, and another stout strap was fastened around her forehead to bend her neck painfully back. She was completely immobilized in that position, so that her mouth, constrained by the Mouthpiece into a mock cunt, paralleled the position of her asshole on the other side of the table. Bobby patted her ass with mock affection, his middle finger probing suggestively. "OK, boys," he invited. "There's your onion. Open at both ends." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----