Paul Gable - Sorority slavegirls

Vickie lay quietly on the floor, her asscheeks and upper legs covered with small white streaks of Ranger's spunk. She didn't want to move. If only they would leave her there until she had enough strength to get out!

"Time to wash up!"

Scott pushed the animal aside and moved over to the blonde teen.

"Uhhhhh!"

Vickie felt as if her body had turned to mud. She had no strength left. All this madness had sapped her will and energy. Scott scooped her up off the floor and carried her across the basement. At one end, several white metal shower stalls had been erected. He let her down in one, propping her up against the back wall then turning around and opening the spigot.

"Ohhhhh!"

A blast of cold water splashed against her tits and cunt. The startled young woman shivered, her flesh turning bluish and breaking out immediately into goosepimples. Vickie felt her scalp crinkle as ice-cold water needles penetrated her flesh.

"Sorry, none of the comforts of the sorority house like warm water. But it'll get the jizz off you just the same," Scott said, training the jet of cold water first on her tits, then moving it down to her cunt.

Vickie danced in the small stall, trying to keep the blast of ice water from her tits and pussy. But Scott didn't let her. He held on, laughing as the stream pushed her tits apart and blasted her nipples, making them stiff with the intense cold.

"Maybe this'll put out the fire in your snatch!" Vickie's jaw slackened and a low growl came from her throat as the big athlete centered a blast of cold water on her snatch. She felt her muscles contract, her pussy move under that attack. She beat the sides of the stall with her fists, filling the tiny area with the sound of metallic thunder. Her skin was growing numb. Now she was fully awake, feeling the blood run madly through her veins. Oh, how she wished she had the strength of a man! Looking at Scott's wet, laughing face she wanted to tear her fingernails into it, rip out his eyes as he kept moving the stream of water up and down, up and down over her shivering, twisting body.

"Hey man, what's goin' on?" The others had returned.

"Got the girl?" Scott asked, turning off the water and reaching over for a towel. Vickie grabbed, that dirty rag, thankful for a few seconds of peace.

"Yeah, here she comes."

Vickie stepped out of the shower, watching as two of the frat brothers carried down a twisting, moaning body. It was Shari, all right… poor Shari, brought down to take part in more games!

"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.