Danielle double and triple checked the address on the letter she had received. She was sure that she was at the correct address, but could not believe what stood in front of her.
When she had read the note that came with all of the pictures that were being used to blackmail her, she should have assumed that it was composed by the deviant minds of frat boys. Google Earth had led her across town, to another university's campus, right to a fraternity house. It was just before midnight, so Danielle had one more chance to reconsider.
While she was nervous as hell, she knew she could not let her parents, or anyone else for that matter, see the photos of her with Russell. She would be scarred for life if they came out. And to be honest, she was mildly excited at the thought of being used by some jocks. After all, if Russell could be as magical as he was, maybe she could find some more magic behind these doors.
She knew it was a stupid was to justify what she was doing, but it helped her muster the courage to walk down the dimly-lit path towards the fraternity door. Standing on the porch, she took a deep breath, and extended her finger towards the doorbell. But just before she pushed it, the door swung open:
"Hello, beautiful! So glad you decided to join us tonight!" Danielle recognized the voice before she raised her eyes to meet his face. Russell smiled at her, "I see you got my letter."
"Russell! What the hell is going on?" she demanded. "It will all be explained shortly, love," he said as he ushered her inside. Holding her by her elbow with a firm grip, he led her into what appeared to be the gathering area for the fraternity. Bordering the room were about twenty frat guys, with a few girls mixed in. Danielle felt all of their eyes fixed on her, and crossed her arms over her chest by impulse.
"Well done, Russell," one of the guys said. The general response of the room was that of agreement. Danielle could tell that she was only considered chopped meat by these guys, but still had no idea what could come of this. She envisioned some kind of gang bang request, and the thought made her sick to her stomach.
"So I am sure you are wondering what the deal is, Danielle," Russell addressed her. "As you can probably imagine, this isn't the cleanest house on the block, a bunch of frat guys all in one place, and all. And, quite frankly, we need a maid." Danielle did a double take, not sure she heard him right. She raised her head to him and said, bluntly, "WHAT?"
"A maid," Russell confirmed. "But not just any maid. For the next week, you will live here. As you help us clean the place up, you will be the full-on servant and property of everyone in this room. Whatever they need, you do. Got it?" "And then what," Danielle asked. "And then, after a week, you can go. Although the girls who are in this room loved it so much, they opted to stay. And now they get to control the new girls, too. In this case, obviously, that's you."
Danielle looked at the girls, who had lascivious grins and were biting their nails in anticipation of her answer. "I assume that if I disagree, then the pictures get distributed," she questioned. "Smart girl," answered Russell. With a sigh of resignation, Danielle nodded, consenting to a week of submission.
"Excellent! Now, the ground rules," Russell began. "First of all, you do not leave the house for a week. This is your universe for the foreseeable future. Second, the first rule should be easy for you to follow, because while you are here you will wear no clothing except for these four inch stiletto heels." One of the girls brought her a pair from the other side of the room. Danielle nodded in understanding again. "Finally, if you deny the request of anyone in this house, you can either leave the house and explain the pictures to your family, or you can submit to a group punishment. Understood?"
Danielle gave one last consent, and asked "When do we begin?" "Right now," Russell said. The four girls approached her and guided her into an adjacent room. Once alone, one of them addressed her. "My name is Sarah. This is Andrea, Jenna and Michelle," she pointed to each one as she said their name. Danielle thought any of them could have been models. They were all blondes, which Danielle found odd as she was a brunette, and assumed this crowd of frat guys might have been looking for a specific type of guy. She did not have much time to consider it further, though.
"Hands over your head, right now," Sarah ordered. Danielle obeyed. As Andrea pulled her tank top over her head, Jenna undid the clasp of her bra, pulled it over her head and past her arms. As Michelle undid the buttons of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, Sarah explained, "We are a great group of girls, very supportive of each other. And while we hope you can be a member of our group in a week, you have to understand that for the next seven days we are not your friends."
"I gathered that," Danielle said, somewhat cockily. As Michelle pulled her jeans down, and panties with them, Sarah went on. "You will also wear these at all times," she said as Andrea grabbed a fistful of Danielle's hair and raised it away from her neck. Jenna wrapped a leather collar with a metal ring around her neck, and Michelle secured similar bands around her wrists and ankles.
"In every room in this house, there are chains, hooks and leashes for the guys to use. They can secure you in any position they want." Danielle regarded her new accessories: there was some kind of fur, or faux-fur, padding between her skin and the leather, so at least they were comfortable on her.
