Page 29 of Frat Row
Clutching onto each other in fear, they wobble back to their room. One of my brothers, Conner, comes up behind me, coming through the gate. “What do you want us to do?”
“Lock the girls back up the way they were. Call the boss and let him know what happened; we need to get this lot transported tonight to the warehouse in preparation for training and then the auction,” I command.
“The auction isn’t for another two weeks,” Conner exasperatedly says.
“Their training will have to start as soon as possible, and it’s up to the boss to tell them when they are ready and when the auction should be held. It could be earlier,” I snarl at him.
I pick up Cassidy like a rag doll and take her to the room across from the holding room.
I call this room the preparation room. There’s a hospital bed in the middle with straps for arms on the handles and straps for their legs to spread them open, with their ass arched up. There are no windows. First aid kits line one wall, and sponge bath supplies are set up and organized with the navy T-shirts we put all the girls in. It’s the fraternity’s color, you know, a special touch. Also, there are some additional medical tools and tranquilizers if needed. Typically, we use tranquilizers often, for fun.
Lying Cassidy softly on the bed, I secure her arms and legs in the straps. She’ll be waking up soon, and I can’t take any chances of her escaping and letting anyone know about this place, especially the new initiates; we have to work them into this business. My mind works at record speed, contemplating the idea I had before, but really, what the fuck am I going to do with her? The crazy idea I had before doesn’t seem so crazy now. This has never happened in all the years we have done this; she wasn’t a target.
After thinking about all the pros and cons, I could throw her in with this lot and make her disappear forever. That seems like the best option. If I let her go, I would have to take a huge chance, and I would risk the fraternity’s secret business and reputation if she ran her mouth; it would be my head on a spike. I shake my head. It has to be this way. I have to make her into no one.
Making up my mind, I text Conner.
Me: Send one of the older brothers up to Tyler’s room quietly and grab all of Cassidy’s things, including her cell phone. Don’t get fucking caught.
Conner: On it.
I need to make it appear as though she left in the middle of the night on her own accord and resolve this matter as quickly as possible. She’s seen too much.
Reaching for the fabric scissors, I start cutting her loungewear off her body. She’s wearing a baby blue lace lingerie set with her boobs pushed up.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I run my hands up and down her body. Her skin is unusually soft. Maybe I’ll just have a taste. It couldn’t hurt to try out the product. Cutting off her bra and panties in one swooping motion, a devious grin forms on my face, salivating while seeing what’s underneath.
My dick stiffens in my pants. Working the medical tape out, I double-tape her mouth, not wanting to risk any noise.
Her pussy is bare and spread out before me. I find the remote that controls the bed and push the button that allows the bed to go up and down, choosing the up button so my thighs are the same height as the bed.
I put my face between her legs and inhale deeply, closing my eyes. Fuck she smells sweet. Gently, I swipe my tongue over her center, hitting her clit. I groan. She tastes better than she smells.
Intrigued, I wonder what she sounds like when she orgasms. I slide my tongue in and out of her tight hole, and she squirms slightly.
Fuck, I’m not going to have enough time with her.
Unbuttoning my pants and grabbing my hard dick, I start stroking myself. I’m almost there. Cassidy moans and slowly opens her eyes. I place my hand over her mouth as her entire body starts trying to get away from me. She attempts to throwme off of her, but I secure her tightly. She isn’t able to move in the slightest.
I laugh maniacally at her struggle. I love it. I line myself up with her entrance and shove myself all the way up to the hilt, not giving her any time to adjust to me, while I cover her mouth with my other hand. She’s writhing all over the place.
“Shut up, you filthy whore; your pussy takes me so greedily,” I whisper in her ear while I keep thrusting in and out.
Tears form at the corner of her eyes, and as they fall, I lick up every single one of them.
“I’m going to make you hate me. Watch as your own body betrays you. If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll make it hurt,” I growl at her.
She stops sobbing, and now she is silently crying.
I pull myself out of her and attack her clit with my mouth, sucking on it. She tastes earthy and a little salty; that’s probably me. I groan loudly. This turns me the fuck on.
My fingers lightly play with her hole, and I reach up and pinch her nipple roughly. I want to do so many things to her while she’s tied up here, but there’s not enough time.
I shove my finger inside of her and feel her pussy clench around it; she’s close. I smile deviantly at her, and she squeezes her eyes shut, knowing what is about to happen.
I line up my dick and thrust back inside her.
There’s a knock at the door, and I know it's Conner. He walks in and grabs a chair.
