Each nerve wracking orgasm held it’s own satisfaction, but a part of her mind still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before some man, or on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she licked at another woman’s vagina, or bound in some byzantine way and beaten and teased until she screamed in release. Most of all this part of her mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way she degraded herself before these abusers, the way her body danced to their manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it made her feel ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed bitch who cared only about getting off.
At the same time she secretly relished what was being done to her, and her qualms just seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything. She wasn’t quite resigned to her fate, but she knew she was close. ******************** Su Lee returned a few days later, a brokenspirited girl shambling around, doing what she was told.
She wouldn’t speak to Karen, wouldn’t speak to anyone; she did her schoolwork and she answered the demands of her superiors, but that was it. Karen was kept busy with her own schoolwork and other responsibilities, but she was still hurt by Su Lee’s reticence. Over the next couple of weeks, she discovered Mercedes’ interest in Su Lee.
In fact, Mercedes’ was practically the only one who used Su Lee. The other girls whispered it was because Su Lee _hated_ what was being done to her, and used her passivity as a weapon against her tormentors. Mercedes saw this as a challenge, and delighted in turning her body against her, making her orgasm.
She videotaped every session she had with Su Lee, and made the girl watch herself be abused over and over. She even kept photos of Su Lee at the moment of orgasm, using them to further torment her. Karen remembered seeing some of the pictures, each one revealing Su Lee’s orgasm in the expression on her face, the still life straining of her body, her spasms frozen on film.
There was one picture of Su Lee hanging by her ankles from the ceiling, her slender legs tied together at ankle, knee, and thigh, her arms strapped behind her back, her long black hair cascading to the ground. Whip marks covered her body, and two large, vicious clamps were fastened about her nipples, but the photo showed her mouth open in a silent cry, her body tensed, just beginning to jackknife at the waist, the rope leaning back at a slight diagonal, obviously jerked there by Su Lee’s thrashing. Mercedes had labeled it “Vibrator Ecstacy”.
Another picture showed Su Lee hogtied and rolled awkwardly onto her back, all her weight resting on her arms. Her head was laying back and a ring gag held her mouth wide. Multiple streams of urine coming from the naked bottom halves of men splattered against her body, little sprays bouncing from her glistening ivory teeth, her small, hard nipples, her flat, narrow stomach, her thighs and her legs.
A small, womanly hand held a fire poker plunged into Su Lee’s cunt, Su Lee’s body blanched, tense and arched to meet the invading poker. Mercedes called this one “Stoking the Fire”. She had complete video tapes of these scenes, but carried the pictures so that she could show whomever she wanted whenever she wanted.
Karen understood her friend’s horror, but wished she wouldn’t be so stubborn. If she only gave in, accepted Mercedes’ attentions instead of resisting her, Mercedes would lose interest in her. Hey, she herself had had plently of horrible experiences, but she wasn’t going to let it keep her down.
She learned and thought all these things in a little over a month, managing to keep her grades up throughout it. Then she learned she had been picked to be prey in the Hunt. She stood at the setting of the sun at the southern edge of the forest which stretched across the northern side of the school.
She was wearing only a pair of sandels laced up to mid calf, her pleated, plaid skirt, and her white school blouse. She shivered in the cold, goosebumps all over her body, her nipples hard rocks beneath her blouse. She stood among four other girls: Su Lee was there, stoic and seemingly uncaring; Andrea, a young doe eyed french girl with long blond hair and a boyish figure, stood, freezing, with her arms across her small chest; Kelly, a large curvy girl, plump in all the right places, squatted on the ground, looking scared; and Diana, a tall, dark haired girl with classic southern european features, well formed and knowing it, stared defiantly at the group of thirty D.
S.P. members standing just twenty feet away from them, some holding hunting dogs tightly on leashes.
Karen had found out that the hunt had become a tradition carried from the earliest days of the school, when fraternity members had to hunt down real runaways before they could escape. Now, the frat voted on their five favorite girls, and all the college juniors and seniors gave them a ten minute head start and then chased them down, the first to catch each one got dibs. The girls were then carried back to the frat house for a weekend of debauchery.
She also found out there were rewards: if any girl managed to make it to the road eight miles distant, or make it to the frat house without getting caught, that girl immediately gained senior status for her entire stay at the school. Karen started as the command to begin was bellowed, and turned and dashed into the woods. She ran straight into the woods, quickly loosing sight of the other girls among the trees.
She started to pace herself, figuring in her mind…
ten minutes…
six miles per hour…
I can make about one mile…
only seven left to the road…
could never make the frat house…
I’ll have to slow down a bit…
rest…
can’t keep this up forever…
. She had planned to make a straight run for the road; she was in good shape, strong, and if she could outdistance the other girls, the guys would waste time with them. Her legs flashed beneath her as she ran, and she felt her muscles working in her thighs, in her stomach, in her back.
Her arms pumped, and her eyes searched the way ahead for obstacles. Cold air bit into her lungs, to be expelled in a warm breath. Adrenaline began to pump through her, and an exhilarating feeling rushed over her: she was flying through the woods, her body the furnace powering the engine of her legs, spreading warmth and wellbeing through her.
She felt like crying out in joy; she felt like she could run forever. About twenty minutes later, her elation, as well as her adrenaline rush, had worn off, and she was leaning against a tree, panting, feeling the chill of approaching night on her sweat dampened skin. She heard the sound of dogs behind her, she didn’t know how close, but she knew they couldn’t be that close.
Straightening up, she began walking as quickly as she could toward the unseen road, and victory. She walked like that for what seemed forever, occassionally breaking into a trot, her apprehension growing as the sounds of pursuit increased. She must have traveled five miles, she thought, she was so close.