Chapter Seven
Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.
Suddenly, she realized that there was another difference between now and other times when she'd woken up: She was naked. In the past, no matter how drunk she'd been when she'd come in, she had always gotten into pajamas before going to bed.
She started to sit up. "What the hell?" she muttered as she found that she couldn't. She gave a hard yank on one arm and felt metal bite into her wrist. "Hey!" she exclaimed to the darkened room. "Is this some sort of joke? What's going on here? Let me up. I don't think this is funny at all."
"Let me assure you, Miss Hiller, that it is not meant to be funny," came an unfamiliar voice. Then she was almost blinded as three high-powered lamps were turned on, their beams directed at her face, preventing her from seeing beyond them to where the voice seemed to have originated.
"How do you know my name?" she demanded with greater bravado than she felt. Even as the words left her mouth, she was thinking; they know who I am so this can't be a case of mistaken identity. If they've kidnapped me thinking I was somebody else, they could have gotten rid of me before I even regained consciousness and I would never have known what happened.
"You had ample identification in you purse," came the apply.
"My folks don't have any money," Wendy informed the unseen person. "If you're expecting a ransom for me, you won't get much. My grandmother was in the hospital for a long time before she died and all of my Dad's savings went to cover her bills."
"We have not kidnapped you for ransom, Miss Hiller," the voice replied.
"Then why have I been kidnapped?" she demanded.
"You will be told in good time," she was assured. "First, you will answer some questions. Are you a virgin?"
"No," Wendy admitted. Then a disturbing memory rose in her mind. "You ought to know," she added. "one of you fucked me while I was asleep."
"Really?" the voice inquired. "What gives you that idea, if you were asleep?"
"I can tell," Wendy insisted. "A woman just knows when she's been had. My pussy feels different. And my thighs feel sticky."
"She was-having sexy dreams," a voice said from the darkness. For some reason it sounded familiar to Wendy but she couldn't put her finger on whose it was.
"I might have been having sexy dreams," the voluptuous redhead insisted. "But I was had, too."
"Look at her belly, above the navel," suggested another voice. My Lord, how many people are back there staring at me? the distraught girl wondered. She tried to bring her legs together to shield her cunt from their eyes but gave up when she discovered that her feet were attached to something that prevented her from exercising her desire for modesty. "Don't those look like cum spots?"
"Her panties were on inside out," another voice revealed, "when we undressed her."
"See, I told you," Wendy proclaimed. "Do I look like the type that'd wear her panties inside out?"
"You look like the type that wouldn't wear panties much at all," a fifth voice retorted. Two men and three women, Wendy told herself. Somehow she felt proud that she'd guessed that much just from the sounds of the voices.
"Look, you," she responded to the last speaker, "I don't care what you think I look like, I'm not a whore or a tramp. Before this afternoon, there'd only been one guy that'd gotten in me and I'd only done it with him ten or twelve times."
"Really?" the first voice inquired. "Doesn't that seem rather preposterous? A girl as amply endowed as you remaining a virgin until so recently?"
"I've only been this amply endowed for the past year," she retorted. "Until then I was as skinny as a board. And I lived out in the country. A guy really had to like me to drive out to where I lived to take me out. Not many guys liked me that much. Then, when I grew tits, all the guys that I might have liked enough to let ball me were going with somebody else. I said I wasn't a tramp: I wasn't going to go out on nothing but late dates after a guy took his girlfriend home. And I wasn't going to steal some girl's boyfriend just because my boobs were bigger than hers and he started noticing me.
"I don't care if you believe me or not, but I was a virgin when I came to college. And I told you the truth about how many times the guy I'm dating there and I've made it."
"We shall assume you're telling the truth," the first voice said. It was the voice she'd heard the most. "You said the guys you might have liked enough to ball you were going with other girls: Does that mean that you didn't date at all until college?"
"Oh, no," she admitted, "I went out in high school."
"But all you did was neck with those guys?"
She shook her head. "No, I let them feel me up and I played with them. We used our hands to make each other get off."
"Oh?" the chief voice asked. "All you'd done before you let you current boyfriend ball you was use your hand?"
Wendy blushed a little. "No," she confessed, "I ... I sucked him off a couple of times."
"Did he cum in your mouth?" she was asked. She admitted that he had. "Did he eat you?" came the next question.
"Yes," she admitted. "And I liked it," she added. By then she had started to get the idea that she was the prisoner of some sort of sex club. Why else would they be asking her all the questions about who she'd done what to? The only thing was, she couldn't make up her mind whether she ought to be scared or not.
"Has anyone else ever eaten you?" came ,the next question.
Wendy blushed furiously at that. "Aha, someone else has," the chief voice remarked. "Now who could that be, I wonder? Was it another woman, by any chance?"
Again Wendy's body betrayed her as her blush deepened. "Was this woman your roommate, by any chance?"
"Yes," she answered, almost whispering.
"Mmmmmmmm," the inquisitive voice mused. "Why don't you tell us about that?"
"I ... I'd rather not," Wendy answered.
"That's too bad," she was told. "We want to hear the story. You can either tell us now, or we can force you to tell us."
"Force me?" Wendy asked. "How could you do that? You can't make me tell you something I don't want to."
"Don't be absurd," she was told in reply. "Of course we can. You may not think so at this time, but, be assured that we can do just that. If we hurt you enough, you'll tell us anything we ask you to. Perhaps you doubt that? If you do, think about the pain that could be produced if your nipples were aroused and a clothespin were placed against them. Or if a clothespin were clipped to your stiffened clitoris. Mmmmmmm?"
The helpless redhead didn't have to think long. "I ... I'll tell you," she whimpered. "Just don't hurt me, don't torture me."
"We won't guarantee that we won't," she heard the unseen speaker say. "But we will guarantee that we will if you don't cooperate."
With a gulp, Wendy started: "I got up late one morning and it had turned chilly over night. I hadn't completely unpacked and my sweaters and stuff were still in my trunk and I didn't have time to go digging around for one, so I grabbed a sweater that my roommate had left over the back of a chair and I ran to class. I would have asked her if it was okay to borrow the sweater, but she wasn't around where I could find her.
"Anyway, after class, I went to the library for an hour or so, then to lunch and to my afternoon class. When I got back to the room, Patty, my roommate, was there and she was really pissed. She told me that she had meant to wear that sweater herself and she said I had to be punished for taking it without asking her. Well, I knew that if she bitched to the housemother that I'd be restricted for a week and I didn't want that, because I was supposed to go to a concert that weekend with my boyfriend. So I asked her to please not report me.
"She said that she wouldn't, if I'd let her punish me. I ... I didn't know what she had in mind, but whatever it was, I figured it would be better than missing the concert by being restricted, so I ... well, I agreed to let her punish me.
"See," Wendy interjected, "I thought she was going to do something like tell me that I had to clean the room and make her bed for a month or something like that; take her turn on the desk to call girls when they had a visitor. You know?"
"Go on," came the voice impersonally.
"But ... but she had something different in mind," Wendy said. "She ... she told me to take of my jeans and panties, that she was going to spank me as my punishment.
"I almost freaked out. I mean, I hadn't been spanked since I was a little kid. I thought she was joking at first. But she was really serious. She told me: 'Wendy, you can let me spank you or you can accept whatever Mrs. Watkinson assigns as punishment. Mrs. Watkinson was the woman in charge of the dorm. And I knew what she'd do, she'd restrict me. So, I didn't really see that I had any choice.
"I ... I didn't want to do what she wanted, but I unbuckled my belt as I was kicking my tennies off. Then I took my jeans and panties off the way she'd told me to. Patty was sitting on her bed and I thought she'd have me lie across her lap, but she made me get on my bed with my arms above my head and my butt up in the air.
"Then she came over and started rubbing her hands over my ass. She did that for several moments and I was beginning to wonder just what she was doing when she drew back one hand and really slammed it into my ass. I almost cried out, it hurt so much.
"Patty told me to chew on the pillow if I had to but not to scream. Well, by the time she hit me the third time, I had the corner of the pillow in my mouth and tears were running down my cheeks. I hadn't had any idea that a spanking could be so bad. My folks had always used a switch on me when I was a kid and they had never whipped me on my bare butt, just over the clothes I had on.
"I didn't keep count of how long Patty hit me, or how many times she did. But, gradually, I started becoming aware that it wasn't hurting me as much when she landed her hand on my ass, that it was starting to affect me differently. It ... it was turning me on.
"Patty must have known what was happening. Because, all of a sudden, she stuck her hand against my pussy and I almost jumped off the bed. 'Why, Wendy, you're all wet,' she said. I knew she was teasing me but I couldn't find my voice to get her to stop. She ... she started rubbing my pussy and I moaned, I guess. I know that it felt good, a lot better than I'd thought it would.
"Well, before I knew what she was going to do, she'd grabbed me and rolled me over. And then she put her mouth on my pussy and started licking and sucking my cit and I just went crazy. I let her do what she wanted to do.
"No," Wendy corrected herself, "I didn't let her do it. I practically forced her to. I tangled my hands in her hair and pushed her face into my pussy and wrapped my legs around her head so she couldn't have gotten away if she'd wanted to. But she didn't really want to; she stayed there licking and sucking at me for as long as I could stand it."
"How many times did you cum?" demanded the voice, a little ragged this time, as if the speaker was getting excited by what she was hearing. Which is exactly what was happening; Carla was getting so turned-on by the helpless girl's narration that she had started playing with her tits, bringing the nipples up to aching stiffness and then rolling them about between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Geez, I don't know," Wendy confessed. "Maybe a dozen."
"I see," the husky voice replied. "And was that the only time that something happened between you and ... what was her name? Patty?"
Wendy didn't answer immediately, although she could feel her skin flush and knew that they had received the information they had requested. Then the obscenely exposed redhead began to speak again, for she knew they were going to want to hear the story. Maybe if I volunteer stuff and cooperate, they'll go easier on me than otherwise, she thought.
"What happened was that I was out with my boyfriend one evening and we lost track of time and, well, we started feeling each other up and then the warning bell rang and we had to quit before he made me get off.
"So, I was pretty frustrated when I got to the room, because we hadn't seen each other for a couple of nights before that and I'd been sort of horny when we started making out.
"I walked in and Patty was lying there on her bed without a stitch on, playing with herself. If she hadn't been doing that, I might have just gone on to bed. I might have played with myself once the lights were out, but that's all I would have done.
"But Patty was rubbing her pussy. So, as I was undressing, I asked her if she remembered the day I'd worn her sweater without asking. And she said she did. So I asked her if she'd like to do what she'd done to me that afternoon again. 'Not the spanking, the other part,' I said.
"She just looked over and grinned at me and said she wouldn't mind, but that there was a catch. So I asked her what it was. She sat up and then rose and walked over to me and looked me right in the eye and said that she liked spanking the person she was going to eat, that the any other way she'd do it, if I didn't want to get spanked, was to do it to her, too. Only she said we'd really make love with each other, neck and feel each other up and suck each other's tits and all."
"I presume you did so?" came the ragged voice. In the darkness behind the three strong lights, Carla had undressed completely and was stroking her cunt as she interrogated the obscenely exposed girl.
"I ... I wasn't going to," Wendy confessed. "The idea sounded icky. But, before I could tell her I wasn't interested, she put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. Before I really knew what she was going to do, she had her tongue about halfway down my throat. Then she slid her arms down and grabbed me by the ass and started rubbing herself against me ... Well, I changed my mind."
"Go on," came the husky command.
"We ended up on my bed," Wendy recalled. "And it wasn't icky at all. Actually, I started getting into it pretty good. By the time we'd felt each other up real good, I was starting to wonder what the rest was going to be like. So I rolled her onto her back and started kissing her boobs."
"How big are they?" one of the other voices asked.
"About half as big as mine," Wendy said after a moments reflection. "Patty's almost as tall as I am, but she's much slimmer. She's got short, black hair and a square face. She wears shirts instead of blouses and acts sort of hoydenish. But she's not a dyke; she fucks guys."
"She says," one of the unseen males remarked.
"No," Wendy corrected him. "I know she does. I ... I walked in on her and some guy fucking one afternoon."
Wendy lay there on the bed and thought about how embarrassed she'd been by that. It had been the first time she'd actually seen somebody making out, and there had been no doubt what the amorous couple had been doing; the covers of the bed had been thrown back and she'd been able to see the guy's cock sliding in and out of Patty's dark- fringed cunt.
"So what happened?" the husky voice demanded.
"Patty asked me if I wanted to hop into bed with them," she answered. "I ... I was tempted. But I grabbed the book I'd forgotten and went to class. Now ... well, I wish I'd had the guts to accept the invitation. But that was before she and I made it."
"You did make it with her?"
"Oh, yeah. That time I was telling you about. We sucked each other's tits and then she turned around and threw a leg over me and there her pussy was, right above my face. I ... I could feel her breathing on my pussy and I knew I had to kiss hers to get her to do the same thing to me and, well, by then I wanted her to do it so badly that I didn't care what I had to do. So, I pulled her hips down and started and she started and we made each other cum good. I guess we each popped three or four times before we stopped for the night."
"Just 'for the night'?" came the voice.
"Well, uh, yeah," Wendy admitted, blushing hard again. "We ... ah ... when we woke up the next morning we did it again. Actually, I woke up and Patty was fooling around with me and I sort of let her. Then I got into it, too and one thing led to another.
"We made it a couple of other times, too," she added.
There was silence in the room. Then Wendy broke it. "May I ask a question?" she murmured.
"Go ahead," she was told.
"Why am I here?"
"Oh, that's simple," came the reply. "You're a sex-object. We're going to suck you and fuck you, make you suck and fuck us. We'll probably spank you, maybe even whip you. But we're going to amuse ourselves with your body for the next few days as often as we want."
"Groovy," Wendy murmured. Then, to the surprise of the five staring at her, she thrust her hips upward as far as they would go. "Let's get started," she invited.
"You don't sound perturbed," observed the chief voice.
"Why should I be?" Wendy shot back. "What's the old joke? 'If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it' isn't that the way it goes?"
"You know that I like everything you said you were going to do to me. I told you I did. So why should I pretend that I'm not going to have fun with you? You haven't said anything about what's going to happen to me afterward, but, the way I figure it, if I cooperate, maybe you'll let me go."
"Oh, we intend to," came the voice. "We'll give you something that'll knock you out, then drive you back close to where we picked you up and dump you beside a back road close enough to a place you can get a ride from that you won't have any trouble. And, if you're really good, we'll stick some money in your pocket to compensate you for your trouble."
"Hey, balling is no trouble," Wendy protested. "I like sex. I expect to like what you do to me. Well," she added, after a moments pause, "I'm not sure about the whippings part, but, I'll try anything once. If Patty had ever told me that I had to let her spank me before she'll ball me again, I'd have gotten on my hands and knees like she wanted me. Who knows, maybe I'll dig it if I really get whipped."
There were whispers from beyond the bank of lights. Suddenly, they were extinguished and the overhead lights came on. Then a tall, slender, naked blonde woman stalked toward the bed where Wendy was chained. Swiftly, she undid the chains that held the captive redhead's feet to the lower posts of the bed.
Sitting next to the girl's hips, the blonde reached out and placed her hand squarely over Wendy's cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "you're wet."
"Sure," Wendy admitted. "Thinking about all the things I've done got me turned on."
Carla bent forward and kissed Wendy full on the mouth as her fingers continued to work against the swelling flesh of her cunt. The redhead closed her thighs together, keeping the other girl's hand trapped against her pussy as she sucked lewdly on the tongue that had thrust itself into her mouth.
When Carla lifted her mouth and sat up, she observed that Wendy's nipples had risen considerably during the kiss. "Please the redhead whispered throatily, "undo my hands so I can feel you up, too."
And Carla did as she'd been asked.