The game was an annual Pledge Week Ritual. Every year, the new pledges would prove themselves, their right to be in the Frat. The test was the same every year, with just a different woman. The woman was chosen based on her measurements and whether or not she was a "Queen." This year it was Anna.
Anna was chosen because of her coldness. She was beautiful, but she never even talked to the guys. She worked hard for her Senior Year Honor's Status, studying every night. A night's pleasure wasn't worth distracting her from her goal.
She had just turned 24. Her parents had been second generation immigrants. Her father, Russian, her mother, half Russian, half Czech. She spoke fluent Russian and French, as well as English. She looked delicate, with eyes the color of blue ice, white creamy skin with a touch of rose, and luxurious black hair that she wore up in a bun most of the time. Her real name was Illyanna.
She had been walking home from the library where she went every night when they took her. Knowing she had to walk by the dark alley, they waited there for her. As she walked by, she was suprised to see a man in a black mask standing in front of her. Anna opened her mouth to scream as he held out a knife. Instead, a strong arm grabbed her from behind, pressing a rag with a sickly sweet smell to her mouth and nose. Her hands rose and tried to pull the hand and arm away, beating and clawing at it. In her panic and struggles, she took a deep breath and fell into blackness.
"It's a good thing you wore the leather jacket and gloves or she would have left marks." Mark pulled the mask off his face as he moved forward to grab her legs.
"Tell me about it. Never thought she would be such a hellcat."
Jared stuffed the rag into his pocket and grabbed her under the arms. They moved her into the van that was still hidden in the alley. Jared climbed into the back with her as Mark moved to the driver's seat.
"I wonder if she'll be that frisky while she's getting off."
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Illyanna awoke slowly. Opening her eyes, she moaned at the light and quickly closed them. Her head hurt! She went to bring her arms down to rub her eyes and felt the resistance in them. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't move them. Ignoring the light, she looked up and saw them tied to the corners of the headboard. It was then taht she realized her mouth was also gagged.
Panic became terror as Anna lifted her head to see herself laid out spread eagle on a bed, with only a light sheet covering her naked body. Her ankles and wrists had black leather restraints around them. Anna was almost surprised as she realized they were restraining but not painful. The bed was large and cozy. It was a four-poster, with silky white sheets and a lacy gauze hanging down the sides as the canopy. The room looked like a Victorian restoration. The fireplace was stone with a fire that had died to embers. If she wasn't tied down, she would be perfectly content to curl up on the bed and read a book.
Time crept by slowly as Anna waited for her captors to come. Spread out like this, she knew what was in store for her. She just wondered how many and for how long she would be raped. There had to be at least two of them to get her the way they did.
Was waiting part of the torture? It seemed like forever was going by. The sheet was not keeping her warm. She was hungry and her arms were starting to cramp. Feelings of fear started to recede as she got angry at whoever was doing this to her. Were they twisted and perverted? Were they brutal? A new thought entered her mind as she wondered if she would be killed. Fear returned so fast that Anna almost soiled herself. The feeling intensified when she heard the door open. Twisting her head, she saw them enter.
There were five of them. Three were naked except for their black masks covering their upper faces. The other two wore white robes and masks. Anna felt the cold hand of fear as the sheet was whipped off of her. Several gasps were heard as her body was displayed.
Anna was proud of her body. She was slim and trim. At 5'6", most of her was legs. She had a slightly rounded bum with just enough flesh to grab nicely. Her measurements were a sultry 35C-23-33. Her breasts were perky with creamy flesh that held a hint of rose on it. Her nipples and aereoles were a slightly darker rose, hard and puckered because of the cold. Anna kept her feminine regions waxed just because she preferred it. She was flawless.
"Well, Anna. Or should I say Illyanna. Yes, I found your license. Such a beautiful name, why did you shorten it?"
