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SubeoMihi -> The Sorority (2/11/2012 9:51:37 AM)
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Danica didn't know what to expect. She had heard all sorts of rumours through the years from the slightly scary to the obvious lies. But whatever she was now going to face, it was a right of passage. All the decent sororities had practiced the initiation of hazing for years and soon it was her turn.
She paused at the steps up to the front door, slightly nervous but completely committed. Whatever it took, she was going to become one of them. She had been one if the 'it' girls back home. But she understood the old saying, "Big fish in a small pond." and this pond was far larger. Larger, exciting and what she desperately wanted compared to her old boring life back in her rural hometown.
Danica was good looking, maybe more than she would admit and had been making guys act funny for a few years now. Actually, a few girls too and secretly had a few fantasies recently of what may have happened to those few girls who had obviously tempted her to kiss them whilst in the excitement of those secret parties all teenagers have as soon as their parents are distracted long enough. She was wearing a low-cut tank top and hipster jeans of the latest fashion, she wanted to present herself as sexy and sassy as the sisters inside. However, her underwear was more conservative - in case the rumours of publicly running around covered in only undies and possibly flour and other gunk were true. Yet in matching black, to try and keep the sexiness theme going.
The sorority she was desperate to enter was exclusive. To be a part if it meant instant acceptance to all of the best events and a high social standing within the university. It was not just the fact that all of the girls were beautiful - which they undoubtedly were. But they had this air about them which stood them apart. Some secret knowledge which they alone seemed share. Jo didn't know if this secret gave them their sassy attitude but whatever it was, it worked. The whole freshers class was rife with flattering stories about them, all the jocks wanted to hang with them and the rest - well they just fantasised and swapped ever embellished legends about this small sorority.
She had done well to get his far. As much as she could tell, there would be only a few small hazing sessions and she was one of three that had secured a hallowed invite.
She took a deep breath and stepped up to the porch. Right on time after being ready for at least the last hour, she rang the doorbell.
Josephine, the girl who had given the invite a couple of nights before, answered the door. Danica had been lucky. When Josephine had spotted her at the frat party she had been successfully toying with three guys all trying to impress her. They were never going to get anywhere with her that night and maybe Josephine had spotted that. Maybe it qualified her for the invite, only now she had to prove it to a far harder audience. But if she passed tonight, a world she had only dreamed about would be opened up to her. She was going to do it, whatever it took.
Josephine looked stunning yet a little scary tonight. Gone were the fashionable clothes that she and her group had parted the seas of adoring frat boys. Now she was dressed in black. Tight leather pants that accentuated her incredible legs and ass with a matching blouse who's plunging neckline screamed out the fact that she was braless underneath. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which accentuated the dramatic appearance. Danica suddenly wished that she had upped her dress code to match, but she was too late. Josephine's makeup was certainly more dramatic than both the other night and Danica's own. She looked like a fully-grown woman whilst Danica suddenly felt like a schoolgirl out of her depth. Which she had to admit, she was.
But Josephine smiled,
"Come in Danica." and she warmly invited her in.
The inside of the house was sumptuous yet scrupulously clean. Not like the frat houses who's ingrained clutter seemed to define them. Dark red walls and mahogany furniture decorated the hall. Imagining spending her next few years of fun filled study steadied her resolve and her nerves abated slightly.
"Please sit here and wait." Josephine said and motioned to two other girls who sat with the same quite, wide-eyed expression that Danica guessed she must too have.
Danica sat beside them in the last empty chair. Josephine left the room, closing the door behind her. None of the other sisters were present and the girls were the only occupants of the entrance hall.
"I'm Jo." said the girl beside her. Her wide eyes and nervous smile matched Danica's own feelings.
"I'm Beckie." said the other.
"Danica." she replied.
All three of them spoke in hushed tones as people within the walls of an important reception.
Danica looked at them both and they regarded her in turn. Both were attractive and they too had dressed trying to impress, but to Danica's relief, they too had underestimated their hosts dress code.
Beckie looked like a surfer girl. Her wavy, blond hair framed a sun-kissed, freckled face. She had an athletic body too, which was easily noticed underneath her cut-off jeans and t-shirt a few sizes too small for her.
Jo had long black hair. Her tanned complexion with the hair could have suggested any one of a dozen ethnic groups but her turquoise eyes mesmerised and told Danica differently. She wore black jeans and a loose-necked turquoise blouse, which accentuated her eyes.
"What do you think they have in store for us?" asked Beckie.
Obviously the other two had already discussed this and now they sought her opinion.
"I don't know." replied Danica truthfully. "But whatever it is, I'll do it!" she added revealing her resolve and more of her fears than she intended to.
"Me too!"
"Me three!" added Jo. "I'd love to be a part of this sorority. They are easily the group to be with here."
"Absolutely!" cut in Beckie before Danica could agree. "They just seem so, so..."
"Cool?" finished Danica.
They both looked at Danica. She guessed that the two of them had possibly bonded before she had arrived but from the looks in both their eyes, she knew two things: One, that she had been accepted by the other two, and two, that she had some serious competition on her hands.
The door into which Josephine had vanished reopened and in walked in the sorority. The girls immediately faced forward and sat up in silence.
It was about to begin.
The group of sisters surrounded the three. All dressed exactly as Josephine was. Which only accentuated that fact that they, the three girls, were not part of them - yet.
One stood centre and forward from the rest. She was stunning. Model quality, if not slightly curvier than the catwalk clothes racks. Her jade, green eyes spoke of a casual yet unquestionable authority as they surveyed the three, now very nervous, girls. The atmosphere of the sisterhood was back; highlighting the difference that Danica was not a part of them, which she so desperately wanted to be.
"I am Catherine." she announced. "Kate if you become a sworn sister, Catherine until you do but for now, you little three are hardly blips on our radar yet, so you three will call me 'Mistress'. Understood?"
"Yup."
"Yes."
"Ok." replied three nervous girls.
The group seemed to loom in over the seated newbies. The atmosphere palpably thickened as the girls felt a combined stare penetrate them from all angles.
"JESUS! These newbies have no idea! Who is each of their sponsors?" snapped Catherine.
Three hands went up, one being Josephine.
"Seniors! Convene! And you three come with us!" barked Catherine.
Catherine, Josephine, the other two hand raiders and several of the slightly older looking girls left the room.
Danica caught Josephine's expression as they walked out the room and internally shuddered. The normally elegant and untouchable air that enveloped Josephine wherever she went had vanished. She actually looked nervous herself which only snowballed Danica's own butterflies.
The door closed behind the departing group, leaving the three girls with roughly ten of the black-clad vixens. Danica tried to listen through the door, only to hear a second one closing. Out of earshot, she instead surveyed the group of sisters. She tried to define what made them such a tight-knit group. Other than the shared dress code, Danica sensed an easiness between each of the sisters. A casual hand on the shoulder next to her. One sister slightly leaning against the next. Another brushing the hair away from the ear she was about to whisper in whilst none of them let their eyes off of the girls. They seemed to effortlessly drape, touch and move against each other to which made Danica crave to be a part of their black wall of female solidarity. She then noticed that five of them wore thin, black, leather collars.
The muffled door opened, followed a second later by the second.
"Right, each of you find your newbie and explain the rules." commanded Catherine.
Danica sought out Josephine within the group.
She was at the back, with the other two hand raisers. She looked slightly relieved yet somewhat uncomfortable. She didn't walk with the same easy grace that she had earlier. In fact, none of them did. Like they had all had a jolt from an exposed wall socket, or something. Danica couldn't explain it to herself other than that.
Danica scrutinised every expression from Josephine as she walked over. She came right up before Danica and leant to whisper in her ear. The other two girls had a sister in each of theirs too.
"Only speak when you are spoken to. Answer every question with only yes or no and always finish you sentence with 'Mistress'." Josephine quickly whispered.
Danica was too bewildered to speak but Beckie started to whisper something back only to be silenced with a finger to the lips from her sponsor.
"Understood?" Came from Catherine who was front and centre again as the three sponsors melted back into the tactile wall of black.
The three girls all got it right this time.
"Yes, Mistress!" they chimed in rough unison.
"Better." Catherine conceded.
"You three are the lucky few that have been selected to try out for the most exclusive sorority here. Every guy wants us and every girl wants to be one of us. And you three have a chance."
Jo, Beckie and Danica beamed for a second.
"A slim chance, and this is it. Do you submit yourselves to our initiation?"
They managed better this time.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Are you prepared to do what it takes to join us?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Will you unquestionably do any request we make of you?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
None of the girls had hesitated and Catherine seemed pleased.
"Good." and she gestured to some of her sisters.
Three wearing the collars stepped forward towards one of the nervous girls in turn. The one who stepped before Danica was a tall, slender redhead. Her pale skin contrasting sharply with her black out fit. Danica noticed that she was braless too. She reached up to her collar through her tumbling strawberry hair and Danica couldn't help but notice her breasts through the sheer black blouse move as her arms undid the collar. She locked eyes with Danica and Danica knew she had been caught looking at the sister’s breasts. She shot Danica a look whilst she leant forward to wrap the still warm collar around Danica's neck. Danica lifted her hair out of the way whilst she deciphered the look to, "go on - I dare you!"
She finished the collar and flashed a quick smile to Danica, then pulled a strip of black material out of her pocket. She held it up just as Danica realised it was going to cover her eyes.
Darkness fell over her and her world became one of sounds. She heard the three sisters step back from Jo, Beckie and herself. Then three other sets of shoes approached them. A hand found Danica's wrist and pulled it up, telling her to grasp something. Catherine's voice spoke,
"By drinking the blood of the sisterhood, you are conceding to this hazing and are to be judged by us."
A large cup was pressed into Danica's hand. She hesitantly raised it to her lips. A taste relieved her, it was a Bloody Mary. An old trick and she started to drink. It was strong though and almost made her cough.
"All of it!" ordered Catherine and Danica stifled herself and gulped down the rest. The potent cocktail burned in her stomach and she began to feel the effects immediately. She held out the empty cup and it was taken from her grasp.
"Good, now stand up."
Danica wobbled slightly to her feet and heard her other two initiates do the same.
"Take them, sisters." and Danica heard the crowd swarm around her.
Hands took her arms above the elbow and pulled them together behind her back. The hands swapped for and arm and cinched her elbows back. Danica felt her chest push forward in response. A warm body pressed in behind her and she felt breasts press in behind her. She wasn't sure what to do with her hands as she felt leather hips brush against her dangling fingers. Another sister stepped up in front of her, close. Fingers lifted her chin and Danica looked sightlessly towards the ceiling as other fingers hooked through her collar.
Danica suddenly felt her body surrender. Arms locked behind her and a warm body pressing in behind, she willingly invited the sister in front of her in. Instead the sister holding her collar pulled up and she straightened her body as much as she could without coming to her toes, then the sister stepped away whilst still holding her leash. She heard the same thing happen to the two girls beside her. Another sister then stepped in front of her but lower down. Now another set of hands started tugging at the front of her jeans. Danica felt her belt being undone. She half muttered a, 'what....'
"Ah, I see we have our first complaint!" cried Catherine. "We have our Watcher!"
Whispers exploded all around her as every one of the sisters repeated, 'The Watcher. The Watcher.'
The immersing whisper of voices carried on as the hands undid Danica's button fly. Her senses swirled from the sound and the alcohol inside her. Other hands touched her laces as they started to remove her shoes. Held by her collar and by a sister hugging her arms behind her she was helpless to stop the small army of hands now stripping her from the waist down. Danica felt very conscious that one of these beautifully scary women was level with her defenceless crotch. Then a tug and her jeans were sliding down. Other hands told her to lift a foot for a shoe, then the sock to come off. The jeans slid down her knees as her other foot did the same. Finally, the jeans were stepped out of and the hands left her. All except the one holding her collar and her arms.
The whispers stopped.
"So," continued Catherine, "we have two black and one white. I think the white pair should be the Giver!"
'The Giver. The Giver. The Giver." whispered the crowd and Danica heard the sisters move around Jo, who gave a small moan in response to what Danica could only guess at maybe many hands that had instantly swarmed round a pair of white panties.
"Which makes you, the Kneeler!" Catherine finalised.
'The Kneeler. The Kneeler. The Kneeler.' repeated the sisters and sure enough a quiet gasp came from a surrounded and caressed Beckie.
A signal must have been made for all of a sudden, the chanting stopped.
"Good, now we shall enter the first of the three rooms where you shall each endure many hardships." Catherine ominously informed.
The sisters started to move and Danica's collar pulled her forward. She stepped away from the safety of her jeans but strangely her nervousness had been replaced by a thrill of excitement. The warm body pressing against her back comforted her and she started to brush her dangling hands against the hips behind her more often. Walking forwards being lead by her collar in the darkness, Danica flinched as a hand met her two then fully cupped them against the leather crotch of the anonymous girl behind her. She gave no outward signal in case it would rob her of this gesture of intimacy within her intimidating situation but cupped and gently stroked it. She felt the breasts against her back shudder once as they walked through what Danica guessed to be the first door. Into the first room.
A few paces into the room and an unfamiliar voice holding her collar said, 'step' and Danica stepped up a first, then a second step and felt the cool touch of glass under her feet. She heard the other two girls stop and then she was tugged to a halt. A hand quietly pulled hers away, then she was released and both sisters left her in a sudden absence of touch. It was more unnerving than the hands stripping her.
"Good. Now, newbies. You can take off your blindfolds."
Danica did so and was immediately blinded.
She and her other two initiates were standing bathed in spotlights up on a platform in the middle of a room. The room was blacked out and the lights pointed at the three girls dazzled them from all around. Danica suddenly felt very exposed for she could sense that they were on display towards the sisters who stood shrouded in darkness surrounding them. The girls huddled together in the centre of the platform, trying to bravely face outwards but their bodies betraying them.
"Now, sponsors, help them get dressed." came Catherine's voice again.
A silhouette materialised from between the lights and came towards Danica. It was Josephine, who stepped up onto the platform then moved behind her. She had a black bag in her hands.
Danica glanced behind her. The other two girls had their sponsors doing the same. All three of them were facing outward with their sponsoring sister behind them.
"Arms up." whispered Josephine and Danica instantly complied. She heard the other two do the same.
Josephine gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, over her head and off. Squinting into the glare, Danica could still feel the gaze of the sisters shrouded in the shadows on her. She blushed and dropped her arms to cover her near nudity.
"Don't." came the reply from Josephine and she pulled Danica's arms back to her sides.
Danica felt a dark thrill from her forced exposure in front of these beautiful strangers. Her head tucked slightly down and to one side as she felt eyes from all angles watch her. Josephine reached and unclipped Danica's bra. She just watched in a daze of creeping lust as she prepared herself for her breasts to be exposed to the invisible audience. Slowly her bra fell off and Danica watched it fall and her nipples stiffen as she was forced to expose another sacred part of herself to the sisterhood. Her bra disappeared into the surrounding gloom. Josephine then grabbed each wrist and wrapped it in a sturdy leather cuff with shiny metal rings. Buckling them tight, Josephine then pulled Danica's arms behind her just as the last sister had done. Then Josephine grabbed Danica's hair and pulled her head back so that she was forced to look straight up. Only wearing her panties and with her arms and head forced back, the rest of her body felt deliciously vulnerable to her unseen spectators. Danica tried to buck against her captor when she felt a hand from the invisible crowd grip the front of her panties and pull it down to expose her pubes. She locked her legs together knowing than one order from Catherine and she would release them but it was not needed. The sisters were seeing what they wanted to see and had a direct view onto her manicured pubes.
"Good." came Catherine's voice from the bright lights before her. "It seems our watcher is prepared."
Danica heard steps walk round to the girl next to her whilst she was still held in her tilted-back and pantie-pulled posture. She did get a quick peck on the cheek from her captor and sponsor, Josephine to congratulate Danica but She hardly felt it. Her mind was a wash of new sensations and forced nudity before these sensual tormentors.
Next to her, she heard,
"Not quite as good." and a slap chased by a quiet yelp. Followed by,
"Neither here." and another slap, this time ending with a gasp.
Danica felt even more elated that she had pleased the crowd and hardly registered Josephine lifting her arms up until she found herself with her wrists locked high above her. Still dazzled by the powerful lights upon her she couldn't see who the hands belonged to which grabbed each ankle and unlocked her clenching legs. She did see them attach similar thick cuffs to each ankle and she definitely noticed Josephine's finger hook underneath her panties at each hip. It was her last piece of clothing and she never expected things to go this far. But the alcohol in her blood and her determination to join was only minor compared to the devious thrill she felt, as she was powerless to stop the sisters from stripping and using her any way they pleased. She surrendered to her harsh bathing light and the hidden eyes as her panties were slowly stripped down her body, passed underneath each foot and vanished into the crowded gloom. She felt Josephine stand up behind her, then pull her hair back again. Her vision plummeted into fatness as the lights disappeared from her eyes.
"The Watcher, only watches." whispered Josephine as she forced something between Danica's teeth. Danica opened her mouth to allow the invader in. A strap was buckled behind her head as Danica started to make out the chain that held her wrists cuffed high above her. Unable to speak from her gagged mouth now her sense of vulnerability heightened up a notch. Josephine released her hair and then pushed her head back into the blinding lights.
Steps walked back around in front of her as the blinding spotlights blinked out then back as a shadow moved directly before Danica.
The shadow stepped up and materialised before Danica as the mistress, Catherine.
"The Watcher only watches." repeated Catherine.
The hands holding her ankles tugged them apart and without her conscious control, she spread her legs whilst completely naked bound and gagged standing inches away from Catherine.
Danica was vaguely aware of the other two girls making quite moaning and mewing noises behind her and Josephine as they too were being helplessly molested by the crowd.
A click and then another and then the tugging to spread her legs further and further apart had stopped. Danica had hardly realised how far they had been spread, or the fact that her arms were now straining above her. But she did realise that she could no longer bring them together. She quickly glanced down her naked body and saw the bar that connected her two ankle straps that would not allow her to bring her legs together again.
Catherine was standing so close that this glance was easily spotted by her. She gently pinched Danica's chin and brought her gaze up to meet her own.
"You will do anything to join us won't you?" she quizzed?
Danica slowly nodded.
Catherine's fingers suddenly pinched her left nipple. Danica squealed through the gag.
"Anything at all?" Catherine continued.
Danica's eyes rolled in a mixture of both pleasure from the touch and pain from the pressure, but she nodded again.
"Good, I think you'll be a good Watcher." and Catherine's fingers released her nipple.
Danica sighed in relief but suddenly tensed again. The fingers were slowly drifting down. She locked eyes onto Catherine. Catherine's green eyes pierced into Danica's soul as Danica tried to say 'no' but her body shouted 'yes!' Danica's whole body was tense and trembling as the fingers slowly slid down over her abdomen, then started playing with her pubes. Danica couldn't move, couldn't tear her eyes away from the green depths of Catherine's stare as she waited, and hoped, that the fingers would move just a little further down.
But they didn't. Suddenly Danica felt Josephine grab her hips and start twisting her round. Danica helped as best she could as Catherine 'helped' her along by pinching both nipples and pull them around in the same direction. Danica spun herself around as quick as she could and soon she was facing her two other initiates and found out what had happened to them.
They were both completely naked too. Cuffs around their ankles and wrists but from their collars, short chains held their wrists high up on their backs. They were not gagged like Danica and their breath was short and panting from their obvious arousal but they were both blindfolded and could not see what was about to happen. Danica could.
Both Jo and Beckie were on their knees and bent forward being held by multiple arms materialising from the darkness. They were both facing away from Danica such that their most private areas were on full display to Danica. But she couldn't say a word and the term, 'The Watcher' now explained itself. The sister’s hands held the two from every angle in from the edge of the glassed platform where they stood in the shadows. Hands holding apart their ankles, pulling forward their knees, pushing back their shoulders and tilting up their blind faces held the two in their naked and spread position. But it was not this that made Danica shudder the most. It was what the two sisters that had been their sponsors, the only other two that Danica could fully see, what they were about to do to the two prone girls.
Somewhere in Danica's overloaded consciousness, she felt one of Josephine's hands grip her hair again to keep her faced at the impending scene. The other started lazily drifting down the small of her back and towards the crease between her cheeks.
It was what the two sponsor sisters held in their hands that made Danica inwardly gasp.
They looked like undone bikini bottoms made out of a thicker material with buckles instead of strings. However, really caught the eye was the two, large phalluses that stuck out, right at the crotch, then dangling out on the other side of the thick material a thin tube with a bulb on the end that was connected to each intruder
Danica could only watch as the two sisters spread lube over the phalluses. Unable to warn her new friends she stared wide-eyed whilst somewhere else in her brain shouted that fingers were sliding down between her cheeks.
"You will do anything to join us, won't you?" came Catherine's voice from in front of the blond hair of Beckie.
"Yes, Mistress." she replied and the sister behind her positioned the twin phalluses to within inches.
"Anything we wish?" Catherine repeated.
Two more hands appeared from the darkness and placed themselves on each butt cheek, pulling them wider apart.
"Y-yes, Mistress." Beckie stuttered, a little unsure.
"Are you sure?!" and the sister lined up.
Danica could only watch in shocked fascination mixed with deep lust as the part in her brain she was ignoring was trying to tell her that fingers had moved further in and were now touching her pussy and ass.
"Yes! MistreeeEEESSSSS!" Beckie squealed as she now felt the two dildos start to slide inside her.
Danica watched as Beckie bucked in her bondage and multiple hands that held her helpless as the sister slowly slid the twin impalers inside the young blond.
"Oh! Oh! Oooooooooooooh!" she squealed under the relentless pressure from her tormentor.
Danica could also see that Jo was unnerved by the sounds that Beckie was making. Unsure in her blind world if Beckie was howling in pleasure or pain. But hands held her fast too.
Mewing shuddering moans by the time the dildos were in to the hilt, the hands then sat her upright and then buckled the straps on either hip. Beckie's penetrators were not going anywhere.
Then, it was Jo's turn.
Her first reply sounded very nervous as the sister readied the phalluses into position.
But she sounded more resolved at the second and when the hands reached out to spread her cheeks, she even seemed to arch her butt out even more to whatever was in store for her.
She gasped, then between a series of sharp inhalations, she released deep moans, as she too was double penetrated before Danica and the crowd.
They sat her up too and buckled the straps together.
Catherine's voice now came from between the two girls and Danica watched as her hands found a bulb that was attached to each of the girls’ crotches and gripped it ready to squeeze.
"Good. Now you're still keen aren't you two?"
"Yes, Mis..." but that was as far as they got. Catherine squeezed each bulb at the same time and each girl nearly leaped up as they squealed.
Suddenly fingers pushed up in both Danica's ass and pussy at the same time. She struggled in her bonds for a moment, but her eyes never left the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Good." replied Catherine.
Both the kneeling girls were stood up by their collars and guiding hands. They seemed to have quite a bit of trouble with both their holes filled and their hands bound high up their backs but with the help of the floating hands they managed it.
Danica moaned as the fingers toyed deeper within her.
A small black cloth was laid out on the ground in front of Danica and Beckie was made to kneel on it facing her.
A finger was replaced with a thumb in Danica's ass and she moaned and gently bucked her hips to accommodate the larger violator.
Jo was lead by her collar round and behind Danica out of her view.
But not for long.
Suddenly, after being surrounded by only darkness punctuated with dazzling lights, two black curtains right in front of Danica were drawn back revealing a floor to ceiling mirror which graphically revealed Danica in her spread legged and sky reaching position of utter nudity.
She saw her own reflection and the nervous, lusting expression on her face. She saw Beckie kneeling with her back to the mirror as the still shadowed sisters tied her hair back to a rope connecting her ankle straps together so that she was forced to look straight up. She saw Josephine standing behind her with a hand reaching down and between Danica's buttocks to where she was being deeply penetrated. She saw Jo being manoeuvred behind herself whilst Jo's sponsor attached a long dildo to the front of her 'bikini bottoms". She saw Josephine step away and felt the fingers leave her most private areas.
Then she knew what was about to happen.
Hands gripped the small square of material that Beckie was kneeling on and pulled Beckie's upturned face in towards Danica's pussy.
Jo was positioned in behind Danica whilst hands reached in from either side and pulled the cheeks of Danica's ass apart.
Danica looked on, as neither of the two girls knew what was about to happen and what they were about to do to her.
Beckie was slid directly under Danica and her nose nudged Danica's clit making her jump. A sister whispered into Beckie's ear and then squeezed a bulb, which made Beckie jump then instantly reached up slightly to kiss Danica's pussy.
Jo's sister guided her strap-on in and Danica felt it nuzzle the entrance of her ass. A whisper in Jo's ear and another squeeze of a bulb and Danica felt Jo rock her hips forward hard. Impaling her ass on the long dildo instantly.
Danica watched all this happen to herself in the reflection of the mirror.
Beckie was licking her pussy sending shivers up her spine whilst Jo thrust at Danica's ass making her legs buck.
In her strained and helpless nudity before the crowd of unseen sexy strangers she felt the first waves of an orgasm rise.
"The Watcher just watches." said Catherine as she walked in to stand next to Danica.
Danica tore herself away from the image of her being fucked and sucked by two virtual strangers in front of many complete strangers, to see Catherine reach for Danica's own nipples. On top of everything else, her nipples exploded back into her consciousness as Catherine played with her helpless breasts.
She was going to cum soon.
Danica stared wordlessly at Catherine as she said,
"It's easier just to go with it, since after all, the Watcher just watches."
Danica looked back at her reflection. Her widely spread legs framing Beckie's back.
Beckie whose hair was holding her head back. Whose mouth and tongue were exploring deeper and deeper into Danica's pussy. Her wrists were bound high up on her back. Both her holes filled with inflatable dildos which anonymous hands were slowly pumping them up and up. Other hands were playing with Beckie's helpless nipples too and Danica could feel Beckie's breath between her legs increase as the sensations assaulted her too.
Behind her, Jo was also being caressed and slowly pumped up. At each pump Jo would jump sending the sensation up to deep within Danica's ass. Danica could see that hands were all over Jo's body too and on the back of Danica's neck, she could feel Jo's laboured breathing too.
The sensations started to overwhelm Danica's mind as she realised that she was about to climax right in front to this crowd of tormenting and sensual strangers.
She turned to look at Catherine as she played on with Danica's breasts.
"And remember," she said with an evil look in her eyes, "this is just the first room of three."
Danica's eyes rolled and she looked back at her own naked, helpless and totally violated reflection.
She couldn't help it. Right there and right then, with all of those girls around her, doing those dark and delicious thing to her whether they liked it or not, she started to cum and cum and cum....
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