Paul Gable: Sorority slavegirls

"Vickie Williams!"

"That's you. Good luck," Shari whispered as she let go.

"Aren't you going with me?"

"No, the guys from Pi Eps have to take you up to the desk."

Vickie saw two tall hooded figures approaching her. She shrank back, rubbing her upper arms with her palms. It was as if angels of death had come for her. She could feel all the eyes in the room turn on her as the two young men slipped their hands under her arms and started guiding her toward the front of the living room.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Vickie whispered back as she left Shari's side.

"I guess: I've never been through this before. I was one of the few who got in without this ceremony… but I think it's a gas!"

The young blonde trembled as she stood in front of those three judges. Two were young women, one was a man. They read off several silly crimes such as not brushing her teeth three times a day, not chewing her food well enough, and not wearing nylons on days where temperatures were over one hundred. For a second Vickie relaxed, close to the point of laughter. Maybe Shari was right. Maybe this was only a joke, something the two of them would laugh over later on. Then…

"And you are accused of abusing your body, of having lost your precious virginity willingly to one of our members," a male voice boomed…

Vickie nearly passed out and fell to the floor. She stiffened, curling her fingers into two fists and pressing them against her thighs. How dare they say something like that in public, in front of these people who were supposed to be her sorority sisters? Her breathing grew faster while her mouth went as dry as cotton.

"How do you plead?"

Did they actually expect her to say something about this?

"Once again, how do you plead?"

No, she wasn't going to go along with their stupid little game anymore. They'd publicly insulted and humiliated her.

"Very well, begin the trial," the voice said tiredly.

Vickie wanted to scream but didn't dare. Something about the tone of the voices made her keep silent. She heard them talk about "natural inclination" and why she shouldn't be punished for having followed one of them. Of course, in the end she was found guilty.

"Take her to the atonement room."

The two hooded figures who had escorted her to the front now led her back through the living room to the front door.

"Where are you taking me?" Vickie whispered as she heard one of the judges call out another name. Twisting her head around she saw Shari standing on tip-toe, her face still smiling but appearing a little worried.

"You'll find out soon enough," one gruff voice said. She was shoved out the front door where a hand slipped over her mouth. Other hands grabbed her ankles and rope was quickly tied around them. She was being kidnapped, taken away from the sorority house by force! The game had ended back inside. Now these men were in earnest.

"Mmmmmmm!" Vickie moaned, jerking her hands up and flailing away at her attackers' hands with her sharp fingernails.

"Goddamn, tie up the bitch's hands!"

There was more scuffling, more hands, and finally Vickie found she'd been hogtied and gagged. Jerking and twisting her body around as best she could, the young woman found herself being stuffed in the back seat of an old Chevy. The doors slammed and two hooded figures slipped quickly into the front seat.

"We're gonna have fun with this one," the first young man said, pulling off his hood as his buddy started the car and pulled away from the curb. Vickie rolled against the rear side window, pressing her forehead against the dirty glass and peering out into the darkness. The sorority house was still brightly lit. Inside everyone was having a good time, laughing and joking while she… and perhaps the others… were being taken somewhere for no good.

"Bet you thought old Jeff would help you out. Man, he's just a part of this like all of us, man. He's not here – out of town with his old man or something like that. But he wouldn't mind. In fact, he'd probably… hey, watch where the fuck you're goin'. I don't want the fuckin' cops stopping us."

Vickie felt her heart pounding faster. What were they going to do to her? She felt her flesh crawling as she stared at the two men in the front seat. They were driving like maniacs, not going to the frat house down the street. No, she was being taken to some strange place.

"Bet you wonder where we're goin', right? We pick out one girl every sorority rush season and give her special treatment. Usually the girl's a virgin. But fuck, the way Jeff was talkin' about you, we had to pick you. Baby, you're so fuckin' hot he said he thought you caught the sheets on fire!"

He'd told them, told them everything! The young woman would have blushed furiously except for the terror slowly gripping her. She was going to be used… but for what?

"None of the girls ever talked about what happened to them later. You're gonna find out why," the second young man said, twisting back around and sitting calmly in the front seat.

They must have driven for nearly an hour before the car turned off a main road. They'd been climbing for the past twenty minutes, probably somewhere in the Santa Monica mountains, Vickie guessed. There were pine trees all around and the sweet smell of fresh mountain air. The car slowed, made several sharp turns, then moved onto a narrow graveled road. Narrowing her eyes, the young blonde teen was able to make out a large rustic-looking two-story cabin in the distance. It looked more like a ski resort than a mountain retreat.

"By the way, I'm Paul, good buddy of Jeff's. This here's Scott. It's a good idea to know who's who around here. You'll meet the others in a while."

Vickie swallowed her spit, sucking in a deep breath. She'd been trying to work the gag off her mouth. But what was the use up here? No one would hear her except her captors who would doubtlessly be displeased by her screaming. All she could do was endure and wait for a chance to get away!

"We're here."

The car ground to a halt. Vickie had been frightened when tossed into the vehicle. But now a new terror gripped her. At least in the car no one would hurt her. But here, God only knows what they were up to. The two young men up front slid out and walked around to the sides of the car, opening both doors and reaching in.

"Come on, baby, come on in," Scott said, pulling Vickie by the hands while Paul shoved her forward from the other side. Scott half-carried her into the large house. He was about to put her down when something surprised him.

"What the…?"

"Hey, come on down boy, down, down," Paul said, clapping his hands loudly behind them. What was going on? Vickie rolled her eyes down and saw a big German shepherd dancing around the student's legs, his long pink tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. There were three other young men she recognized from campus in the room. They were sitting around a large circular table, their hands wrapped around beer cans. From the smell of beer and cigarette smoke in the air, the blonde teenager guessed they'd been there for a while.

"Throw her down!" one of the young men shouted, tilting a can of beer to his mouth and taking a large swig.

"Yeah, man, let's get this started," another one slurred.

"Been startin' the drinkin' ahead of us again, huh?" Scott said, dropping his burden to the sofa. Vickie looked around. This couldn't belong to the fraternity. It was an old, elegant hunting lodge. Heads of deer, mountain lions and other wild animals stuck out from the oaken walls. From out of the open-beamed ceiling cast-iron chandeliers hung, illuminating the cathedral-like central room.

The furnishings, rugs, fixtures all spoke of money. "Come on, let's see 'er perform with the mutt," the third man said, throwing his can of beer at Vickie. It struck her on the forehead, startling her and bringing her back to the reality of the situation.