Page 21 of Frat Row
“Last one,” Cam says joyfully.
Somehow, the duffle bag was unzipped halfway down, and a terrified, ragged-looking girl stuck her head out, twisting and turning and trying to escape. Tape covers her mouth, and zip-ties are secured around her arms and ankles, but she still fights.
“If you wanted a breather, why didn’t you just say so?” I snarl, grabbing a fistful of her red hair and positioning her on her knees. She looks up at me, sobbing uncontrollably. She’s completely naked.
Cam busts out laughing. Strutting toward us, he stops and pinches her nipple hard and delights in seeing her squirm beneath him.
“We’ve got a solid twenty minutes or so before this lot of girls have to get going. Let’s have some fun with her.” Cam looks over at me, darkness filling his eyes.
“You read my mind,” I whisper cruelly to him while glowering at her.
I bend down and whisper in her ear, “Sweetheart, I’m going to take the tape off your mouth, and if you scream, I will cut off that little tongue of yours.” I graze a box cutter up and down her ribs.
She whimpers but nods her head ferociously, tears streaming down her face.
“Fuck, I’m already hard. I love it when they cry,” Cam says in amusement as he unbuckles his pants and whips his dick out.
Ripping the tape off of her face because I want it to hurt, she swallows a small yelp.
I unzip my pants and pull my semi-hard length out.
“Here’s how it is going to go. You are going to suck us both off,” I tell the girl in a commanding voice.
Cam claws at her throat and, in one movement, shoves his cock down it as he moves his hands to the side of her head and viciously fucks her face while leaning his head back and closing his eyes. I nudge up beside him, and he pops his dick out of her mouth and stares at mine with doe-like eyes. I slam it down her throat, fucking it ruthlessly, pulling her hair so roughly I’m surprised some hasn’t come out of her head.
Cam laughs menacingly. “I’m going to take her ass while you fuck her mouth.”
He starts moving her hips up so she’s on her hands and knees with her holes on display. She flails her body in every direction, trying to get away, but she’s helpless in her state and at our mercy.
Grabbing her ear harshly enough to where there is going to be bruising tomorrow, I tell her, “The more you fight it, the better it is for us and the worse it is for you, and we love the fight.” I chuckle.
She struggles as she tries to look back at Cam as he spreads her ass cheeks. He sticks one finger in. “Fuck, she’s tight man. I’m going to come so fast with this one,” he says as he slaps her hard enough to leave a handprint.
I clutch onto both of her ears and work up a rhythm. The tip of my cock is hitting the back of her throat. She’s drooling and gagging all over. Spit is rolling down her chest and onto the ground. It spurs me on even more.
Cam lines up his cock with her ass and shoves himself inside the tight ring of muscle without lube. I can feel her inwardly screaming around my dick, her throat opening up even more to me. I smile, loving the feeling.
Cam doesn’t hold back as he sadistically fucks her. He swipes his hand around her tight hole and holds up his hand to me.“Look, I think I’m the first one to take her here.” His hand is covered in blood, and he covers his cock in it.
I’m so turned on by the sight of it. I fuck her face, and after a few more thrusts, I spill down her throat.
“Swallow it all, or you’ll be licking it up.” I grit my teeth at her.
Cam finds his release in her ass, groaning loudly. He pulls out and takes two fingers, and shoves the cum leaking out right back in, causing more tears to spring to her eyes and fall down her face.
“Something to remember me by.” He hoots with laughter as he slaps her ass one final time.
We both tuck ourselves back into our pants. Looking around, I can’t remember where I placed that piece of tape, and upon finding it after a few moments, I secure it over her mouth, slapping my hand unnecessarily over it.
Cam helps me return her to the bag, and I shift her so I can zip the bag all the way up and launch it on top of the others, hitting the back window to let the driver know the packages are secure and he can go.
“Just a typical Friday night.” I clap Cam on the back, and we head back into the fraternity house.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
My alarm goes off at 6:00am. It is finally Sunday, and I want to get ready and look my best before Tyler picks me up. Frankly, I don’t know what has gotten into me. Hauling myself as slow as humanly possible out of bed, I slide into my pink fuzzy slippers. I stretch my arms over my head as I make it to my bathroom, willing my eyes to fully open. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up, I grab a towel and take a look at myself in the mirror, eyeing my makeup setup on the small vanity beside it.
The internal debate I have every day is whether to put makeup on. Natural makeup or full glam makeup? There are so many decisions a woman has to make.
