It was a pretty bare room, and though it was big enough for me, I was pretty sure it was gonna get a little crowded with the two other girls that were supposed to share it with me. The beds were in the corner,and were L shaped, with one arm of the L having a bunk above it. I seemed to be the last one there, since there were clothes and stuff on two of the beds, the two lower ones, natch. My roommates weren’t there, which was good since the five of us alone were a pretty big crowd.

In addition to the bunks there were three small desks, with matching lamps, and three doors on one end that led to three closets, one of which was empty. My dad and brothers poked around in the corners and looked in the closets, and out the window, then after final good byes, they left and I opened the first trunk to begin the process of unloading.

I pulled out the little notebook computer I used and set it up on the desk that was empty, then pulled out the printer, and set about plugging everything together. After that I took out my other electrical junk, like the radio, portable TV, and alarm clock that I set on a little side ledge that ran along my bunk next to the wall.

I pulled out an armload of books and shoved them on the same ledge, then took out some more stuff, pens, papers, calculator, that kind of junk, and put it away in the desk. I was just about finished the first trunk and about to start in on the one that held my clothes, when the door opened and a blonde girl came in.

“Oh, hi,” she said, coming over to me. “You must be Tracey.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“I’m Jo.”

Jo was about normal height, like me, and was built pretty much like me, which was slender and ordinary enough. She didn’t have my boobs though, which tended to stand out somewhat from my chest, more than hers were anyway. I’m not exactly busty, but my thirty-four D cups look, depending on what I’m wearing, like they’re pretty good sized. They don’t make me look top-heavy though, and if I wear a loose outfit or a jacket nobody takes any notice of them. Let me wear something tight though and they tend to make themselves known.

Anyway, I look great in a bikini, especially a string bikini. Jo wasn’t flat or anything, but her boobs weren’t up to par with mine. Still, she was very beautiful, with long straight blonde hair and an egg shaped, intelligent face. She had an aristocratic nose, bright blue eyes and nice teeth. I was prettier though.

See, as soon as I meet a girl, I instantly try to judge which of us is better looking. I think most girls do that. It’s not like it’s any really big deal, understand, just something you kind of do automatically. I was prettier than Jo, but only by a little bit. My face was a bit softer, my nose just a tad smaller and daintier, and my hair, though it was brown, and was more or less the same shape and style, was a little thicker and more lustrous.

She held out her hand and we shook. Not all girls do that, but she did, and I got the impression she was an athletic girl.

“You got stuck with the top bunk,” she grinned.

“Oh, that’s okay. I probably would’ve chosen it anyway.” “What do you think of the room?”

“Well, it’s a bit small for three girls.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna be getting in each other’s way for the next year.”

“What’re you taking?” I asked.

“Political Science. You?” “Law.”

“Susan’s taking Political Science too. She’s our other roommate.”

“So I’m outnumbered,” I grinned.

“Yeah, well, we’ll take it easy on you.” I flipped open the top of the trunk and she glanced in.

“Want any help?” she asked.

“No thanks,” I said. “If I don’t put it away I won’t know where to find it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

She sat back on her bunk and watched as I put stuff away. I put the sweaters on the shelf, then started hanging up

shirts, then pants and skirts. I talked to Jo about some of the things around the campus, like the swimming pool, which she planned to use a lot, and the common showers, which didn’t fill me with enthusiasm.

“I’m not looking forward to taking showers with other girls every day,” I said. “Well, if you’re shy this isn’t the place for you,” she grinned. “For that matter, I’m sure me

and Susan will see you naked plenty of times before the semester’s up, unless you’re planning on changing under the covers for the next eight months.” “I’m not that shy,” I said.

“Good, cause I’m not shy at all. I sleep in the nude, you know.” I shrugged.

“You ever been to a nude beach?”

“Noooo,” I said, giving her a grin.

“Well, I haven’t either, exactly, but I’ve been to Rio and to France, and they mostly go topless there, and sometimes bottomless too.” “And did you?”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “It took me a while to work up the courage. But since every other girl had her top off eventually I took mine off, and then after a while my bottom.”

“Weren’t you embarrassed?”

“A little, but everyone’s naked so you don’t feel too bad.

It’ll be like the shower.”

“There’s no boys in the shower.”

“Well, that’s true, so it won’t be as much fun.”

“Slut,” I said.

“No I’m not. I’m very choosy about who I fuck.”

“Got a boyfriend?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. I suppose I’ll find one.”

“Why settle for just one? We can have a lot of fun together

going to the clubs and frat houses. We can pick up whatever guys we like and just use them for their bodies.”

We both laughed.

“I mean, look at us two,” she said. “We’re pretty fuckin’ good looking. Most of the guys in this school would give their right arm to get us in the sack.”

“That’s always been true, same in high school,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, but the difference here, Sarah, is that you’re away from home, and the guys you might meet at the frat houses don’t know you or your friends. You probably wouldn’t ever even see them unless you wanted to. This is a big college, after all.”

“You mean I don’t have to worry about my reputation,” I said.

“Sort of, yeah. We can stick together, you and me, and Susan, of course. She’s kind of little and flat chested, but she’s really pretty.”

“And where do you plan to take all these guys you want to sleep with?” I asked. “Not here, don’t worry. I won’t make you or Susan sleep in the road while I screw some guy.”

“That’s good.”

“You can come and join in.”

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically. Susan showed up then. Jo was right, she was short, barely over five feet. She wasn’t flat, but had a small body and breasts to match. She had gorgeous, thick brown hair, thicker than mine, and really cute bangs. Her face was very small and round, like a doll’s, and she was just adorably cute.

I put the last of my clothes away and then Jo suggested the three of us go to one of the campus pubs to get a drink and get acquainted. I glanced out the window at the growing darkness.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s a pretty safe campus, and there’s three of us.”

“Okay then,” I said.

So the three of us went to the pub, which was loud and crowded and hard to talk in. I showed my fake ID, and they did the same, and we found a table and sat down. We had to keep shouting to each other to make ourselves heard, but I don’t think talking was the real reason Jo suggested we come.

The real reason was all the boys eyeing us. Jo was sure aware of being watched and glad of it. Soon the guys started coming over and talking to us, making jokes and sitting down. Within an hour we were at a crowded table with five guys and another girl named Wendy. I was so glad everything was going so well, so glad that I’d found all these people to be friends with so soon, that I guess I had a bit much to drink. I wasn’t drunk exactly, just kind of...happy. Anyway, I probably wouldn’t have agreed to go back to their frat house if I’d been completely sober.

Susan didn’t come, but Jo did, so I felt kind of safe. There was a big party going on at the frat, and I had some punch and wound up dancing with a guy named Morgan. After a while I was a lot more happy than I had been, and it wouldn’t be too off line to say I was kind of drunk.

We kissed a little, and when we danced slowly I let him slide his hands down onto my ass and kind of feel it without protesting. Jo was making out hot and heavy with another guy not far away, so I didn’t feel I was acting slutty or anything.

Then he kind of pulled me along his arm around my waist, and led me into a kind of study room. We drank some more and looked out the window at the moon, and I guess I got a little more drunk. We groped some more, and his hand slid under my shirt and cupped my bare breast.

Then we ran out of punch and he said he’d go and get some more. He said it a couple of times before I actually understood, then I kind of flopped down in a chair and waited. I hardly noticed the guys who came in, not until they kind of picked me up out of the chair. Even then i was so drunk I wasn’t sure what was happening or even where I was. My eyes were a bit bleary, which was why i thought I couldn’t make out their faces at first. As they led me down a narrow flight of stairs, though, I realized they were wearing balaclavas, you know, those things that go over your face and have two holes for your eyes and one for your mouth, the kind people where when it’s really cold.

I giggled when I realized this, because I thought they were being really silly. I mean, it was hot outside, so what the heck were they doing wearing these things. They really did look silly.

They half carried me into a small room. There was nothing there but a sort of narrow metal table. It was crowded in the room, since there were, I now saw, quite a few of them. Then one of them began to unbutton my blouse. He was almost down to my waist before I realized I shouldn’t let him do that and tried to push his hands away. “Heeyyyyy,” I said, kind of mumbling it.

Someone gripped my hair from behind and yanked my head up and back painfully. I cried out in pain and confusion, trying to reach back to grip whatever had my hair, and the hands in front of me finished unbuttoning my blouse and opened it, then undid my skirt.

My blouse was pushed back over my shoulders, and my bra undone, while my skirt was pulled down my legs along with my panties.

I paid little attention to any of that. All my concern was on whoever, or whatever was holding my hair, because it hurt and I was uncomfortable, and wanted to free my hair. Someone lifted me off the floor, and my shirt, panties, then my boots were pulled off. My blouse and bra were pulled back and off, and, now completely naked, I was lifted and placed on my back on the narrow metal table. I moaned unhappily, because it was cold, and I had no clothes.

I was confused, dazed, and looked around me in confusion as they lifted my knees and spread them. They slid my ass right to the edge of the table, and they lifted up stirrups, metal arms that they draped my legs across.

My wrists were pulled down beside my body, and something was strapped over them to hold them in place. I tried to lift my legs off the stirrups but they wouldn’t move. Something, some metal thing had closed over them so I couldn’t move at all. I whimpered unhappily, and looked around at them all. There were at least a dozen of them gathered in a circle around the table, and all had those odd masks on. Then one stepped up to the foot of the table and I saw him drop his pants. His cock was hard and erect, and pointing at my crotch.

I’d had sex only once up until then, in the back seat of a guy’s car. It had been dark, and I’d hardly even seen his thing. I stared at this one, almost spellbound as I saw it placed against my pussy. I felt him rubbing it up and down against my snatch, then felt the pressure as he forced my cunt lips open and drove the thing into my snatch.

I whimpered feebly, and pulled against the straps and stirrups, but couldn’t do anything as the guy pushed his cock all the way up inside me. I laid my head back and moaned in confusion, unable to do much more as he began to pump his cock up and down in my pussy hole.

For long minutes I felt the repeated thrusts inside me, and the repeated hammering of his hips against my raised ass and thighs. Then he halted. I felt his cock softening as he pulled it free. Another of them stepped into his place and pushed his cock into me.

The part of the table where I was laying my head was dropped down suddenly, and my head dropped over the edge so it was upside down. A cock pressed against my face, rubbing up and down against it, then pressed against my mouth.

“Suck my cock, whore,” were the first words any of them had said. I didn’t want to suck his cock, though. I was unhappy and uncomfortable. “Let me gooooo,” I whined.

Instead someone slapped my face. I was so shocked that I opened my mouth to scream, and when I did the cock thrust into it. It not only pushed into my mouth, but drove right down my throat. The next hours were one of confusion, and misery, discomfort, pain, and growing embarrassment as I sobered up a little.

Cock after cock was thrust into my pussy, forced down my throat, and then also rammed up my asshole. It went on and on and on, while I lay there like a mindless piece of meat, unable to do anything but grunt occasionally.

It was dark in the room, but at one point, I guess when outsiders had gone, the table was lifted and carried, with me on it, upstairs. It was wheeled out into the midst of the party, and again for long hours cock after cock was forced into my body through every orifice. I couldn’t possibly could the number of times I was raped, many dozens surely, maybe as many as a hundred, for some, I’m sure, took me more than once. Eventually, though, they tired of rapings, and turned to new games.

One of them opened a bottle of coke, then shook it rapidly, his thumb over the mouth. He pushed it down against my pussy opening, then, as he, and another guy peeled my cunt lips wide apart, he slipped his thumb off and jammed the mouth of the coke bottle into my fuck hole.

I felt the liquid gushing into me, a foaming, frothing, icy cold seemed to flood my belly as the guys around him laughed in amusement. he twisted the bottle neck inside me and pumped it, trying to shove it deeper. I groaned in pain as it strained my pussy lips. Someone produced some lubricating oil and he removed the coke bottle, then the oil was rubbed over my cunt mouth, and fingers slid into me, rubbing my insides with it. Again the coke bottle was shaken, and again it was thrust into my twat, shoved deep. I was surrounded by men, most in balaclavas, shouting and urging him on, demanding he shove the bottle deeper and deeper. I felt my insides ache and boil, felt my pussy lips straining fiercely.

The bottle began to slowly ease into me, and I whimpered and pulled against the stirrups to try to free myself. My crotch burned with pain, and I felt impaled on the thick glass bottle even as the fuzzing liquid poured down into my belly. It felt like acid inside me, all bubbling and hissing. I jerked my ass up and down several times, gasping and panting and whining as the bottle was pushed into me. There was a big cheer from the guys around me, and someone pulled my head up so I could see the bottle, two thirds of which was inside me.

My cunt was bloated out wide around it, squeezing down on it painfully hard. Someone threw his legs over the table then and dropped his heavy weight right down on my belly. I grunted, hardly able to breath as he laid his cock between my tits and then crushed them down around it.

He began to pump his cock into my tits as his fingers mauled and squeezed and crushed my aching melons around it. My head was dropped and someone shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat.

Bright lights appeared from somewhere, and I realized someone had a video camera. I couldn’t do anything about it, though, not bound as tightly as I was, and with a cock down my throat.

The bottle was slowly pulled free of my pussy, and I felt a momentary relief when my tight pussy lips were able to close a little. They didn’t close all the way,though, and within a few seconds something...fingers, thrust into me.

They wriggled around inside me, then pushed deeper. They pumped in and out, then pulled back and more were pushed inside me, maybe three, no four. They strained my pussy lips again as they slid forward.

My cunt opening strained even harder, and I couldn’t really understand why or what was being done to me. I wasn’t thinking clearly, to begin with, and I was having trouble coping with the cock sliding back and forth in my throat.

The thing about when someone fucks your throat and you’re tied up is you have no control over how long they do it. I mean, you can’t breath at all, so with your hands tied up, and your mouth blocked, you have to rely on whoever’s got his cock down your throat to remember to pull it out every once in a while so you can get some air.

Several times that night the drunken bastard who was throat-fucking me didn’t do that soon enough, and the lack of air made me lose consciousness. I was lucky none of the bastards killed me.

Anyway, I was more focused, despite the pain in my pussy, on the cock sliding in and out between my lips. But then the pain really mounted quickly, and was bad enough I would have screamed if I could’ve made a sound.

Then it eased up a lot. I realized that what was happening down there was that someone had shoved his whole hand into my pussy tunnel. I could feel the fingers moving around, twisting and prodding and sliding along my soft, elastic pussy walls. My pussy was clutching his wrist, yet he continued to shove his hand in deeper and deeper, sliding his fingers all around my insides. It felt tremendously weird to have a finger prodding at your abdomen...from the inside.

The guy fucking my tits got off, which eased the pressure on my belly, but still didn’t allow me to breath. I was getting light-headed, and knew, since I’d already done it several times, that I was getting ready to black out.

Then the guy came in my throat and pulled his cock out. I gasped and panted and choked as I sucked in air, the roaring in my ears starting to diminish. Someone lifted my head again and let me see the hand in my pussy. Or I guess I should say they let me see the wrist, or maybe the forearm sticking out between my taut pussy lips. Then, while the guy was still trying to push his hand deeper into my pussy, another guy hurried over with a big funnel. He shoved the funnel against my asshole, sticking it in deep, then another guy poured something from a bottle.

Scotch, or whisky, or something like that. It burned my asshole and I gasped and moaned and bounced my ass in an attempt to pull free.

Another guy was fooling with my titty. He had a tool of some kind in his hand, and called out something to the others, something about piercing. I recognized the tool then from when I’d first had my ears pierced.

He squeezed my right breast hard, then someone else leaned over and pressed an ice cube against my nipple. He held it there, ignoring my begging, whining appeals to remove it, freezing my nipple so it was stiff and erect.

The other guy put the machine around the nipple then and pulled the trigger. There was a loud snapping sound, and something bit my nipple hard. I cried out in pain and jerked violently...or at least tried to. When the tool was pulled back there was a neat, round hole in my nipple.

Someone produced a ring, an earring actually, and it was pushed through the hole. Then my other tit was squeezed, the nipple frozen to make it stick out hard, and it too was pierced. My belly button was pierced next, then my head was held tightly and they pierced my ears two more times each, then pierced my nose on both sides, sticking rings through all the holes. By the time they had finished doing all this the guy with his hand inside my pussy had managed to ball it into a fist, and was pumping it slowly but steadily up and down my cunt tunnel. It was painful, and if my body wasn’t locked down I think the tightness of my pussy around it would have dragged me back and forth.

I was terribly grateful when it was finally pulled free of my cunt. I hardly even minded when they pierced my pussy and lips in several locations, then put rings through the holes. Partly, this was because I was getting real, real drunk again. It seems, and I guess if you’re a freaking frat boy you’d know this, that alcohol is absorbed very, very quickly into the bloodstream if it’s put into your asshole. In other words, the whisky, or whatever it was they’d poured down my asshole, was making me totally plastered, and doing it much quicker than if I’d drank it.

This amused them a great deal, and they finally...and it had been many hours by then...unlocked my wrists and ankles and helped me off the table. I couldn’t stand on my own by then, and could hardy even see straight. They had to carry me over to a sofa. There was a girl on the sofa, a brunette, and she was naked. I sort of recognized her, though my mind was too fuzzy to really care. It was Jo, and she was laying there with her legs spread, every bit as drunk as I was. They laid her down flat, then laid me down on top of her, and gathered around shouting instructions.

“Kiss her! Kiss her!”

“Suck her tits!”

“Squeeze those melons!”

“Stick your fingers in her twat!”

“Eat some beaver!”

“Dykes! Dykes!”

“Let’s see a sixty-nine!”

“Get some dildos!”

They gripped our heads and forced our lips together, and after repeated yells and slaps we kissed each other, groped each other’s breasts, sucked each other’s nipples, and then licked each other’s pussies. Then someone produced a big double headed dildo, and fed it into both our cunts, then had us grind our bodies around together on it.

And, of course, they took videos of it all.

Finally me and Jo were dragged down the hall and put into a bathtub, then the entire room filled with guys with their dicks out, pointing at us.Me and Jo were sitting in the bathtub, kind of swaying and rolling our heads, unable to focus much on anything, when the first stream of piss hit my face.

I didn’t even realize what it was, really. It tasted bad, though, and I kind of raised my hand to block it away. Another stream of piss hit my tits, then another hit my face from another side. I turned my head away, and saw Jo kind of laying back against the end of the tub. Her mouth was open and a stream of piss was going into it, but she didn’t seem to notice. Another stream of piss hit her pussy, then several more streams of piss splashed out, hitting both her and me. I tried to turn away, but someone grabbed my ankle and jerked it up in the air, which made me slide downwards into the piss pool below.

A half dozen streams of piss bounced off my face and tits and cunt, and I sputtered and coughed and choked as I tried to breath. The piss was getting in my nose and eyes, and even my ears.

Next day I woke up with a splitting headache in my dorm room. I was naked, and laying on the floor pressed against Jo, who was also naked. I tried to move, but cried out in pain, and then so did she as I woke her.

I tried to see properly, and saw that my nipples and hers were linked together by rings. So were our noses and pussies. At first she started to move, and that made both of us cry out as pain ripped through our nipples, noses, and pussies.

Finally, though, we managed to gain enough control of ourselves to slowly unfasten the various rings and free ourselves. Dreadfully relieved, we lay back on the floor a few feet from each other, moaning from the tremendous hangovers. We stunk terribly, both of us coated in dried piss and come.

It was, all told, not the best introduction I might have had to university life, but it was certainly not one I was likely to forget soon.

<- Back To Main Page