Dawn, a Northfield University RA, had a fun game that was lighthearted in the past but this year it may have had deadly have. It was voluntary, so only a handful of the girls accepted the challenge. It was a game of name change. First, you lost your last name altogether. Then your first name was changed to a sexually demeaning phrase. Dawn would inspect the student and proclaim some random name.
Dawn decided to do Joy last, so there was four before her. The first four went quickly. Cum Bucket, Cunt Licker, Rosebud Reamer, and Titty Fucker, as that girl was very well endowed. Dawn look at Joy for several minutes. Monster Cock Rider was proclaimed. Most of the girls knew that things would revert to normal after the meeting but not Joy.
After the meeting, Dawn noticed two roommates arguing at the end of her hall. To diffuse the situation Dawn confronted the girls. Mei, a beautiful Asian woman with silky, jet black hair going to her mid-back. Her skin was flawless, it seemed as if she glowed and her smile just lit up the room.
Joy, on the other hand, seemed very timid, almost like she always wanted to crawl into her shell. Not the most likely to find in an argument. Dawn thought Joy was so compliant that she did not even know how to argue. That indeed was the whole problem. When Dawn sent the two to their room to cool off, Joy said, "Yes, Mistress."
Dawn thought in her mind that nobody had the right to own anyone who said, "I am not your Mistress."A look of terror filled Joy's eyes, and she bolted for the front door.
"Dawn, the reason we were arguing is that she did not feel worthy enough to talk to you," said Mei, "She wanted to be called Perverted Bondslave so every time someone talked to her they would say Pervert, which would both degrade and make her feel humiliated at the same time. She wants to be an excellent submissive also she wants the school to start a Master and submission class."
On most early September nights Security would not be bothered, Joy would be back, but this night was different. There was a supercell headed toward the town and was going to stall right on top of the colleges of Northfield, South Hill, and Saint Luke's Hospital.
The town's people had already started to take refuge in the Northfield stadium. Students below the fifth floor started moving their mattresses and blankets to higher ground. Predictions were for rainfall of two inches per hour and forty miles per hour winds, for just the overnight hours. The predictions were wrong.
When Joy did not come back before the rain had started, Dawn started getting worried. Mei started to explain that "Joy was deeply wounded and most likely would not be back tonight."Mei asked, "Could we get onto speakerphone with the Dean, Alkaia so that everyone can be on the same page, and she could cut through red tape." The rain was coming down hard it made rescue all but impossible.
Jerry the Varsity 8 coxswain was pleading with the police chief to let the crew team search as "we can skim over the water."The police chief was about to object when there was a crash outside, a police cruiser had floated into a telephone pole, and the top half came crashing down onto the car causing sparks arcing over the entire area. The police chief had to concede the point, but they would have command and control
Jerry just asked for three things: 1) she is one of us, and we want to circle the wagons around her and do as many things as we can to help her, even after we get to the hospital. 2) I will take personal responsibility for all that goes on out there if you give me a little latitude. 3) I want this as a news nonevent, no pictures, no names and most of all no cell phone footage.
Now started the organized chaos, Jerry called Dennis the captain of the South Hill crew team. Jerry said "Get to your skulls. We have a lost student out in this stuff and have to find her; she may want to harm herself. You get walkie-talkies, and torches from your police and we get them from ours, they are expecting you. You search the west side, and we will do the east."
Gail was the next call, Captain of the lady's squad, and Jerry's girlfriend, the JV crew, will be coming. The search was going unceasingly slow. Jerry and Gail searched the grid by grid. Three hours had gone by and no news. The situation seemed grim. The ladies eight and the men's eight explored the primary route together as they would be the fastest.
The teams were so far south that they were almost to the river, they were running out of a real estate. Then a member of Jerry's crew yelled: "Bill shine that fucking spotlight over on the port side retention pond, I think I saw something." A quick scan spotted Joy, water was up to her shoulders, and floodwaters and rain were coming in from all sides.
"We found her," came over the walkie-talkie, "She is almost covered in water, Front street retention pond." The lady's eight was there in an instant. The ladies eight balanced the men's eight as Joy propped into the skull. The skull was riding too low in the water. "OK men, we need to strip her then strip ourselves." The women were not happy about stripping her, but they saw the situation.
Jerry continued, "I want complete dignity, respect, and decency from all of you. She is very vulnerable now and needs our support more than ever. We are Northfield students; we are above the rest. Gail, we need to draft from you, maybe we can ride a bit higher and save some of our strength. "St Luke's is more than five times the distance as our normal race. WE ARE NORTHFIELD; WE ARE STATE CHAMPS!"
The rowing was a thing of beauty while being only one foot behind the women's skull they in perfect unison. The ladies matching the guy's stroke for stroke, the coxswains were also in time, even when guiding their crews around obstacles. Joy was almost trance-like
"STROKE, STROKE, STROKE," the coxswains droned. Soon more voices could be heard. Both school's teams had converged. Dennis immediately ordered, "I want a wedge of two two-man skulls flanked by two four-man crews to trail the main boats, in case they go overboard." Dennis ordered, "Gail draft behind Jerry and the rest will trade-off drafting." The seventy-five mile per hour headwinds were taking a toll on them. "Every five minutes the head boat will change."
The hospital was full of Northfield students. The chant was "She was one of us, and we are going to take responsibility for her." Karen, a pre-med student, was talking to the doctor, he had already quizzed her, and she came up with a better plan of early treatment than he did.
The lady's track team had been dispatched to get all samples and results to where they were needed. Gail had been assigned to give Joy her hot water shower. The policeman wanted to find out what the ruckus that he heard was.
