Everything seemed so far away...
Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just
as she opened her mouth to speak, Mark kissed her. The
feel of his warm lips on hers sent tingles of pleasure
shooting through her. She could only moan in pleasure as
his tongue vigorously explored the inside of her mouth.
She didn't know what was happening to her... or why; but
it sure felt good! Too good. Jennifer stopped trying to
stop it. As best she could in her drugged state, she
wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and...
No. It wasn't Mark any more. It was someone else. Some
guy she didn't know. Jennifer struggled to sit up, but
she was held down by what seemed to her to be
disembodied hands on her shoulders. She was lying back
on the couch, legs spread as the guy fucked his cock in
and out of her wet, fully exposed pussy. Involuntarily,
she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips up against him
to increase the pressure on her sensitive clit.
From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair
and pulled her head back and upwards. She opened her
mouth to gasp in pain, and immediately a large, warm
cock slid in between her thick, wet lips. She gagged
slightly at this intrusion, but instinctively began
sucking at it. It tasted so good!
The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after
wad of warm, wet sperm into her welcoming thighs. She
felt a series of little orgasms wrack her body as she
slurped hungrily at...
At...
She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white
sperm which now coated her pale cheeks. Jennifer wasn't
sure how many cocks she had sucked, but a large number
of them had erupted onto her face rather than into her
mouth. The sperm felt warm and sticky as she wiped at it
with her long, delicate fingers.
She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind
her, sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned
and grunted in pleasure, coming at the same time as cock
in her pussy. She was still halfway through the orgasm
when the cock pulled out and another took its place.
It felt so good!
"Please... please... please..."
Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as
Jennifer Watson, on her hands and knees, mouth and pussy
simultaneously stuffed with cock, her beautiful face
shining with a thick coating of sperm and drool, bucked
and moaned with obvious pleasure. Jennifer Watson - the
president of the Concerned Students for Political
Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch had fucked at least a
dozen guys so far and was still going strong.
That Gary!
What a great idea using that drug. Even though he was
only a freshman, Gary's actions that night had pretty
much assured him not only a place in the fraternity, but
a place in the upper echelons. What a guy. For some
reason, however, Gary had not wanted to take a turn with
the bitch - he had even left early with his girlfriend
Sharon - but that didn't matter. All that mattered now
was that he get another shot as this whore before the
drug wore off.
Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time
that night!) as he waited for another turn with the
slut.
In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There
were only ten of them! Completely spent, they sat around
the room in languid satisfaction, watching in amazement
as Jennifer Watson lay, like some naked and fucked out
whore, on the floor in the centre of the living room.
The raven haired slut lay on her back, legs spread
widely, moaning and whimpering, fingers still working
busily away in her sopping cunt.
What a whore.
This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and
Cindy as they entered the frat house. They were the
girls from the nearby sorority house who had been
helping plan the fund raising Slave Auction for the
pool.
"What the hell?"
Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer
had shown up at the party to gloat and how Gary had
drugged the bitch so she would turn into a slut. He had
been afraid that they might be angry, but the girls
seemed more amused than anything else. Jennifer had,
over the last few years, fucked them over with her
political correctness as much as she had the fraternity.
Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even
sat herself down beside the naked squirming girl and
began playing with Jennifer's exposed pussy. Although
not nearly as beautiful as the slut on the floor, Tammy
was still very attractive in a pudgy sort of way, with
shoulder length blonde hair and wide, green eyes. The
boys stared in mute amazement as the blonde girl slid a
finger in and out of the slut's sopping pussy. A number
of them began to get hard again.
"Jennifer the campus slut," Tammy muttered, grinning.
"Jennifer the fuck-pet." Tammy looked up at the rest of
the group. "I like the sound of that." Half oblivious,
the subject of Tammy's comments moaned and lifted her
hips off the floor, trying desperately to grind her
pussy into Tammy's hand.
"Please..."
Everyone laughed.
Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl
with long black hair and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses
that gave her a studious, old-fashioned appearance. Lisa
was the one who always saw the downside of things.
"You've got a problem here," she said, frowning. "This
is fine now when she's drugged, but what about when she
sobers up?" The guys looked puzzled. What about it?
"She'll cry rape," Lisa explained.
Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began talking
loudly. Once again, it was Mark who voiced their
feelings. "But she was willing," he protested. "Everyone
saw it."
"Who do you think they'll believe?" Lisa asked him.
Mark fell silent.
"She's right," Cindy agreed. "No one will ever believe
that she willingly fucked all you guys."
"Fuck..." Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy
played with her pussy. Every time she was about to come,
Tammy would pull her hand away. " Fuck me... please..."
"Especially after what she did," Becky stated,
continuing the thought. Despite the fact that Becky was
a pale skinned red head and Cindy negro, the two girls
were known as the 'twins'. The went everywhere together
and were co-leaders of the cheerleading squad.
"Getting your pool money confiscated," Cindy finished,
"and getting the Auction cancelled."
The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins were
right. When word got out, they would be lucky to stay
out of jail, never mind being kicked out of school.
Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn't
stuck around. Next time he came around...
"Don't panic," Tammy smirked, looking up from where she
sat on the floor beside the squirming girl. "I think I
see a way out of this..."
Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust
that suffused her body. The hand in her pussy had moved
away, but she was still able to masturbate herself. It
didn't feel as good as when someone else was doing it,
but at least she actually brought herself off. Jennifer
hazily watched the others in the room as she rapidly
slid her fingers up and down over her pussy. They seemed
to be talking about something...
Why were they all being so serious? Why didn't one of
the boys fuck her again? She needed it so bad...
"Fuck me..." she whined. "Somebody... please?"
But it was no use. They were busy with something else.
One of the girls - Lisa, her fogged mind informed her,
properly placing the name with the face - had taken off
her clothes and was getting dressed again, this time in
a different set of clothes. Jennifer's mind groped and
struggled with an idea. What was it? Then she realized:
they were *her* clothes! Lisa was getting dressed in
Jennifer's clothing.
Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slim
build, Lisa looked something like Jennifer, at least
from afar. It was funny: Lisa playing Jennifer!
Still... still, a thread of unease writhed its way
through her drug-induced haze. Almost against her will,
Jennifer began to pay attention to what was being said:
"...car keys. Phone when you get there and... at
airport. Make sure they see you, but not too..."
What was happening?
Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer's clothes and
jacket. The unease Jennifer had felt was washed away as
another orgasm, smaller this time, racked her body while
the door swung shut.
What was going on?
Another girl, the name 'Tammy' entered Jennifer's groggy
mind, turned her attention downwards. She smiled as she
noticed that Jennifer was focusing on her. Jennifer felt
another twinge of unease cut through the fading lust at
that smile. She felt that she must know this girl from
somewhere. Wasn't she...
Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into an
upright, sitting position. Jennifer grunted with
discomfort as she felt the now-cold sperm dribble out of
her suddenly aching pussy when she sat up. "Come along,
little Jennifer Fucktoy," Tammy whispered. "Time to get
dressed and go home."
Home. Something in Jennifer's mind objected to being
called 'fucktoy', but 'home' sounded good.
Warm. Safe.
With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled
Jennifer's slender arms upward, and slid the a thin top
down over Jennifer's head and over her chest. The three
girls than heaved Jennifer to her unsteady feet, and
pulled some sort of miniskirt up to her waist. Jennifer
squirmed, not liking the feel of the tight polyester on
her skin, but could not effectively resist. Finally,
Tammy reached down and strapped a pair of four inch
heels onto the feet of the weakly struggling girl.
"All done," Tammy announced, standing. "Let's take a
look."
Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on the
heels, looking about the room. Everyone was staring at
her. The guys... Mark... the girls... Confused, she
turned in a circle, stumbling slightly on the heels,
looking about until she caught sight of herself in a
mirror.
Omygod!
The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror
looked like a complete slut! She wore a tight, black
polyester skirt that barely covered four inches below
the rounded bottom of her asscheeks. Likewise, the
bright, pink sleeveless top clearly revealed the
outlines of her nipples, and hung only halfway down her
front, clearly exposing her stomach.
The only other item of clothing the girl was wearing was
a pair of shiny black pumps. The girl's tangled, matted
hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance, as it hung down
over her face, half concealing her wide, brown eyes and
thick, pouty lips.
In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her,
and then felt the other girl's hands reach around and
cup her thinly covered breasts.
"Come along, little play-slut," Tammy whispered in her
ears, nibbling and biting between words. "Time to go
home."
Home. That sounded right.
Warm.
Safe.
Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the
other girls, unresisting, out the back door and across
the parking lot to a waiting car. In fact, she couldn't
have fought back if she had wanted to; the drugs and
alcohol made it almost impossible for her to walk
unaided on the four inch heels, and she was forced to
lean on the other girls for support.
On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a
group of guys heading in the opposite direction.
Jennifer looked one of them in the eye and tried to ask
for help, but he just smirked at her. Another guy
whistled as the girls walked past.
"See," Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys
moved away. "No one will see Jennifer Watson. Just some
party slut."
Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked
the back door and shoved her inside with the aid of
Cindy.
Jennifer's last thought before she finally passed out on
the back seat was what was said between Tammy and Becky
- the former still playing with her breasts - was of
home.
Safe.
*
When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she
found herself fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by
four sets of cold metal handcuffs, each one attaching
its respective wrist or ankle to the four corners of the
bed frame. She struggled not to give in to panic as her
mind slowly replayed for her the events of the
previous... what... evening? Jennifer had no way of
knowing how long she had been unconscious.
Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story.
Despite the drugs and alcohol, her memory was pretty
much intact: the arrival at the frat house (for a little
bit of frat-baiting); the drinking; the strange feeling
of disassociation; the... the sex (Jennifer's stomach
heaved at the thought); the trip to the car...
Then nothing.
Where was she?
Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face
and looked down at herself. Oh god! It was every bit as
bad as she'd remembered! With the exception of the shoes
- her feet were now bare - she was still wearing the
clothing in which she had left the party. The pink top;
the miniskirt... Someone seemed to have cleaned her up a
bit, but there were still spots of dried cum dotting the
tank top and miniskirt.
She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding
handcuffs just bit a little further into her wrists,
adding another layer of pain to overlay the general
ache, which permeated her abused body. The captive girl
moaned in agony as the slight movement of her legs
rubbed the inside of her thighs together. She had
obviously been rubbed raw the night before.
Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for
anything, but could only manage a weak sound that was
halfway between a groan and a sob. She shivered in
misery. The after affects of the drugs and alcohol had
left her throat parched and her head aching.
"Help me," she whispered.
As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered
the room, carrying with her a large bottle of mineral
water. Jennifer's parched throat seemed to swell shut at
the sight of it.
"Water?" she moaned.
Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the
bottle down beside the bed - out of Jennifer's limited
reach, of course - and sat down on the side of the bed.
"How's our little girl?" she asked mockingly. "Not
feeling too good, hmm?" She reached over and ran her
fingers through her captive's thick black hair. "Little
Jennie have too much to drink?" she cooed. "Poor Jen-
Jen."
Jennifer ignored the insults.
Only one thing mattered. "P-please... water."
"Well, maybe a little later," Tammy chuckled. "We have
some things to talk about first." She moved her hands
lower, dragging her short, pudgy fingers down her
captive's tear-stained cheek and then down to her barely
covered breasts. Jennifer stared, wide-eyed and
unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play with her
firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to
pull away. Tammy, however, couldn't help but notice
these attempts to avoid her touch.
"Now that's no way to behave," she said with mock
firmness. She grasped one of Jennifer's nipples between
two fingers and squeezed. Jennifer stiffened and groaned
in pain. "You're my little playmate now," the blonde
said, still squeezing. "My little play puss. Little
playtoys don't try to move away. They take what's given
to them and are thankful for it."
With one last twist, she released the throbbing nipple
and then resumed toying with Jennifer's breast. This
time, Jennifer didn't pull away. There was silence for a
few moments as Tammy finished with the breast and worked
her way slowly down Jennifer's stomach, under the
miniskirt, and onto the captive's pussy. Jennifer tried
to close her legs, but she was unable to do so because
of the cuffs on her ankles. Hopelessly, she moaned and
whimpered as her tormentress slowly sank one... and then
two thick fingers into her raw pussy.
"Please... Tammy," she begged, voice hoarse and dusty.
"Don't..."
Tammy smirked at her. "Don't you remember me little
Jennie?" she asked, fingers still inserted. "You must."
Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy
by name, but not...
"I was the person who represented this sorority at the
hearing last year," the blonde explained, "during the
inquiry into racial equality in campus organizations."
She slowly began to move her fingers in and out of her
captive's painful, fucked out pussy. "You remember. That
was the inquiry where it was determined that our
sorority didn't have a large enough representation of
visible minorities," Tammy continued, "and our funding
was cut off by sixty percent."
By now, Jennifer was having trouble following Tammy's
words, as the other girl's fingers were sending waves of