Page 45 of Frat Row
The entire time, I have been trying to memorize the corridors and rooms of this place so I can have a decent idea of the floor plan, but where we are headed today is a new part of the warehouse we haven’t been to previously.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up with fear of the unknown.
We approach a thick iron door with a square window in the middle, and I can just feel the uneasiness growing as we draw closer to the new location.
We are ushered in like cattle, and as if this place hasn’t already shocked me to my core in this house of horrors, my whole body trembles at the sight before me.
Lined up in a row are multiple machines with dildos sticking forward, and in front of them are leather chairs that are a Z-like shape where your knees go and your arms rest on the part in front of it.
What in the actual fuck is this?
Will steps out with a huge, evil grin on his face.
“Today, we will be doing anal stretching.” He looks around at our faces, waiting for our reaction, the pervert he is. “Your masters will want to make sure they can take you in every hole, and you need to be readily available at any command you are given,” he says.
One of the women blurts out, “But I’ve never done anal.”
Will chuckles to himself before saying, “Even better, I can’t wait to watch your ass stretch all day and bleed before me.”
Zane steps forward then, and Will looks over at him. “To ensure you don’t deviate from the training today, Zane is going to be helping me as we increase the size of the dildo throughout the day.”
Zane smiles widely at all of us, relishing our frightened faces, obviously looking forward to our pain and humiliation.
“We are going to start with an average-sized dildo and then work our way up, and by the end, your ass should be stretched to be able to accommodate a fist if it needs to.”
“And you expect us to just sit in position and take the pain without any preparation or thought of the intrusion into our bodies?” I couldn’t help but practically spit out my disgust.
Zane takes a few quick steps toward me and backhands me so hard I fall to the ground, and blood pools in my mouth. I spit it out and glare up at him.
“You’re not only going to sit there and take it, but if you move at any point, you will be taken to the red room.”
All the women hold their breath, and some start shaking, remembering the appearance of the woman who was taken there yesterday and the aftereffects on her body.
“Go to your leather chair with your ass in the air. Zane and I will line it up and turn the machine on.” Will claps his hands once over his head excitedly and hurriedly looks over to us, eyes wide.
We practically run over to one of the chairs. My body is trembling with adrenaline coursing through my body.
I keep telling myself to breathe in and out. Deep breaths. I try to convince myself that it could be worse.
And after the horrific acts I have already endured in a short amount of time, I shake my head, trying not to think about it. I can do this. I have at least done anal a few times, so it wasn’t exactly new to me.
As I position myself accordingly on the leather chair that has been custom-made for something like this, I swallow deeply, pulling my hair over to one side over my shoulder, and wait for the inevitable pain.
I picked a chair in the middle and saw Zane working his way down one side while Will worked his way down the other. I hear a few of the machines start up, and a buzzing sound begins to overtake the room. I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation of what is to come any minute now. Suddenly, I hear some of the women whimper, followed by screams and cries. I can’t bear tolook over at them, too afraid of seeing the pain etched on their faces. I keep my eyes and head pointed directly in front of me, focusing on a spot on the wall.
I feel a hot breath on my back, grazing and making its way up to my exposed neck. “I can’t wait to watch you take this cock in your ass until you scream.” I knew it was Will.
I shiver, but I know better than to try to squirm away.
I feel a lubed finger push into my ass. It isn’t painful, just uncomfortable and unwanted. Then, he adds a second finger, and they begin thrusting back and forth, fucking my ass. He pulls out of me, and I hear a squirt from a bottle—more lube. He jams two fingers into my ass. “I think you're ready,” he whispers in my ear.
I can hear the machine sliding up behind me as it lines up.
Goosebumps appear all over my body as I feel the nudge of the tip of the dildo’s head line up with my back entrance.
This sick fuck was enjoying every second of this, making it unbearably slow; he was getting off on my fear. I tried relaxing my body, knowing it wouldn’t hurt as much if I wasn’t clenching, but I couldn’t help it.
Will pushes the dildo in slowly, inch by inch, while I whimper and squint my eyes, shaking from the intrusion. He must feel like it is in a good place because I can feel him move behind the machine and turn it on. The buzzing begins, and it starts slowly thrusting in and out of me. A scream escapes my lips from the all-encompassing burn I feel rack through my body, but of course, the machine doesn’t let up as it thrusts in and out at slow speed. I am feeling lightheaded from the pain. What if I pass out?
