Danielle Meets A Guy Online Ch 04

As Danielle came to the following morning, she realized she was again shackled to the corners of the bed. She assumed the worst, that she had been abused by more of the frat boys as she slept, but as she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Jenna sitting on the bed by her side.

"Don't worry," Jenna smiled at her bound understudy. "I locked your arms there this morning. No one did anything to you last night." As she spoke, she was rubbing some kind of ointment on Danielle's beaten breasts. "What is that?" Danielle asked.

"Its a balm," answered Jenna. "It will not cure the sting you are feeling, but it should numb your breasts for long enough that by the time it wears off, you will not be in pain anymore. I tied your wrists because you kept rolling over in your sleep. I was just trying to help."

"Oh, thank you," Danielle sighed. She was starting to trust that Jenna was actually a friend. "Can you feel this?" Jenna asked, flicking each of Danielle's nipples with her finger nails. Danielle shook her head. She could only see the contact, but otherwise would not have known there was anything at her breasts. "Good," said Jenna. She unhooked Danielle's clasps.

"Danielle, as someone who is trying to assist you where I can, I need to make you aware of something. Andrea, for whatever reason, really seems to despise you." "I feel like everyone here despises me, except for you," replied Danielle. "No, no. The guys just don't consider your pain, and they love abusing and humiliating you. But they don't hate you personally. Sarah and Michelle are just grateful to have passed through Hell Week, and again don't hate or like you one way or the other. Andrea, though, has some kind of vendetta."

"Why is that? I don't even know Andrea," said Danielle in shock. "Well, she was the first girl to go through this treatment from the guys. And she feels like the three girls since have gotten off easy compared to what she went through. She is tired of being the one who had the hardest initiation, and wants to make sure you earn your keep."

"Well, does she have a say in the matter?" asked Danielle, her mind already racing with images of what Andrea might do to her. "Technically, any abuse is supposed to be approved by Russell before it occurs, but you have to be careful of her. She is awfully persuasive, and it is not like the other guys need to be told multiple times to do things to you."

"This is all relevant, because your first chore this morning is to clean Jamie's room. Jamie is her boyfriend, and if anything happens between you two, Andrea might go ape shit! So be careful, please." Danielle nodded.

She rose out of bed, and after a few minutes of prepping her face in the bathroom, Jenna led her down the hall to Jamie's bedroom. She knocked three times, heard nothing, and opened the door. She pushed Danielle inside and closed it behind her.

"What the fuck!" Danielle heard from her side as she entered. She turned to see Andrea, lying on the bed with her legs spread, and a man, she presumed Jamie, with his head buried between her thighs. Jamie pulled his head back from under her skirt and looked in the direction of Danielle. "Did anyone say 'Enter'?" screamed Andrea.

"No, I'm so sorry. Jenna..." "Shut up, bitch," Andrea ordered angrily. "Don't blame Jenna for this. I'm glad you're here, anyway." She got off the bed and strutted over to Danielle. She pulled her arms behind her back and clasped her wrists to each other. Danielle could not believe that so soon after receiving Jenna's advice she was already at the merciless hands of Andrea.

"You might not know my boyfriend, Jamie," said Andrea. "But I bet you know his work." She emerged from behind Danielle with the photographs of her with Russell, the ones being used by the frat to blackmail her. "Russell does not know we have copies of these, but that is irrelevant. You understand that the same rules apply with me. If you disobey me, your family sees these pictures. They will go up on the Facebook page of all of your friends. OK?" Danielle could do nothing but nod, in fear that if she spoke her voice would crack in fear and add to her humiliation.

"Good," said Andrea, who pushed her onto the bed and rolled her onto her back, her arms pinned beneath her. Jamie pulled her head past the foot of the bed so that it hung towards the floor. He grabbed her neck and squeezed gently, almost a warning, "Open your mouth, bitch," he said. Danielle made the mistake of delaying just briefly, and was reprimanded with a hard slap to the face. "Open your fucking mouth!" he said in a harder tone.

Danielle obeyed much quicker this time, spring her lips apart at his word. She was met with the all-too-familiar sight of a cock headed at her mouth, but this time it was upside-down. Jamie pushed his erection past her lips and onto her tongue, and Danielle instinctively closed her mouth around it. Jamie did not warm her up at all, forcing himself all the way into her throat, and back out to her lips, back and forth, back and forth, hard and fast.

Every few seconds he would pause his thrusting, lean back, and slap her hard across the face with the palm of his hand. Between slaps and her own gagging sounds, Danielle could hear Andrea rustling around in the room. As her head was pinned in one direction, and her eyes were blocked by Jamie's thighs, she could only count on her ears to decipher what was going on. She heard Andrea approached the bed, and then felt her climb onto it.

A second later, she felt Andrea straddle her stomach. She could sense Andrea's hands on her rib cage, moving towards her breasts, but once they arrive there, she could feel nothing. Jenna's balm was working very well, she thought.

What Andrea had been doing was scouring the room for her tools. She really did hate Danielle, for no particular reason other than wanting her to feel worse shame than she had. She did not care about Russell's rules. She grabbed Danielle's left nipple and teased it, pinching and rolling it until it was erect. Danielle had no idea, oblivious to anything going on around her chest.

Jamie kept pounding her face, his balls slapping against her nose and upper lip, his hand still on her neck. He was ferocious, and Danielle was powerless against him. With ever withdrawal, a wad of drool would leak from the side of her mouth, spilling onto her cheeks and into her nostrils, making breath an even harder task.

Andrea now had her nipple rock hard, as was the goal, and snickered to herself at her own deviousness. She brought forth the item for which she was searching: a long, piercing needle. Danielle was lucky that she could not feel her tits, because in less than five seconds, Andrea flattened her nipple into a broad, flat target, brought the tip of the pin to it, and slid it through. Continuing with her vile sneering, she slid the needle all the way through and replaced it with a miniature barbell-esque stud. She admired her work, clean and professional.

Danielle, meanwhile, could only guess as to what was going on above her. She was coping with the invasive cock in her mouth, fighting for breath. Jamie pushed all the way into her throat and let it rest there for a few moments. Danielle started to tear up, not because of the pain or humiliation, which she was learning to tolerate, but because of the image of passing out from lack of air because of a cock in her throat.

When she started to give up hope, Jamie pulled out of her entirely, and she took deep gasps of air. He held her by her hair and put his cock just past her lips again, stroking himself towards climax.

"Don't cum yet, babe," Andrea pleaded. "I want you to fuck this bitch in the ass." Just hearing it caused Danielle's sphincter to tighten. "I can't do that, sweetie. And you know why." "Why, because of Russell?" "Yes, because of Russell. You know he likes to save the anal deflowering for the grand finale, day seven. Danielle just waited patiently as her two tormentors decided the fate of her sphincter.

Andrea was pissed, but knew she was not going to get anywhere with Jamie on this subject. Jamie and Russell were best friends, and they would not let a woman get in the way of their friendship. Frustrated, she slapped Danielle across her breasts, not that she could feel it, and dismounted her. She whispered into Danielle's ear, "Do not swallow." Danielle nodded her understanding, and waited patiently for Jamie to finish himself off.

With a grunt, Jamie prepared her, "Here it comes." He tilted his dick downward and emptied his cum into the roof of her mouth and backed away. "Close your mouth and roll onto your stomach," Andrea commanded. After Danielle obeyed, Andrea pulled her by her hair off the bed and into a standing position. She stood face to face with her, and put her palm at Danielle's chin. "Give it to me," she said.

Danielle tilted her head down and opened her mouth, letting Jamie's cum leak out of her and onto Andrea's hand, pooling in her palm. Without warning, Andrea then slapped the cum hard onto Danielle's cheek, causing it to splatter all over her face. She continued to rub her hand around Danielle's face, smearing the cum all over her until there was a thin layer of ejaculate evenly spread across her.

Andrea turned Danielle towards the dresser mirror and stood behind her. "Notice anything new?" Andrea asked with a smirk. Danielle did not see it at first, so andrea grabbed her left breast, squeezing it hard and thrusting her nipple forward towards the nipple. "Jesus!" exclaimed Danielle. "What the fuck, Andrea," she started to cry.

"Hey babe, you should thank me," retorted Andrea. "That is usually very painful, and I did it to you pain-free. I just made you much more sexy, whether you like it or not." Danielle could do nothing but shake in fear and anger. There was no fixing it. What's done is done. She quickly got over her remorse and tried to focus her attention on coping.

"Now, bitch. Back to business." Andrea dumped a bag of cleaning supplies on the floor. "You are to clean my boyfriend's room top to bottom, and I encourage you to do it well, or your pictures will be leaked." She and Jamie left the room, arms around one another, and shut the door. Danielle spent about a minute leering down at her pierced left nipple, amazed and furious, but quickly realized that if Andrea was capable of this, she was probably capable of much worse. She snapped out of her thoughts and started cleaning. She did not want to deal with Andrea's wrath again.

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After two hours, Danielle was confident the room would be clean to their liking. She had made the bed, vacuumed, dusted, scoured the bathroom...if there was anything else, it would be unreasonable, and she could do nothing to control that. She left.

Jenna met her in the hallway, and instantly noticed her new apparel. "How the hell did that happen?" she exclaimed. Danielle just shook her head, giving only the answer "Andrea." Jenna had to admit, though, it did look good, and Danielle found herself giggling at Jenna's encouragement. "Thank you, she said. I don't know what I would do without you."

Jenna escorted Danielle to the other rooms she had to clean, and Danielle diligently completed her tasks. For the rest of the day, she saw few people, and was amazed when she looked at the clock and realized it was 9pm. "Is it OK with you if I just turn in? I have a lot of sleep to catch up on," she addressed Jenna. "OK by be, but it doesn't matter what I think. If anyone asks where you are, I will let them know you are in your room." They hugged, and Danielle retired to her chamber.

She slept peacefully for a few hours, dreaming of what she hoped would be an easier final five days. But she was awoken with a startle, hands at her mouth and eyes, blinding and muting her. There were at least two men on her, and a frighteningly recognizable voice. "Let's go! Hurry up and be quiet," she heard Andrea bark.

In an instant, the hand on her mouth moved and was replaced by a strap of duct tape. She screamed a muffled protest, but not much sound emitted. A cloth bag covered her head and she was rolled onto her stomach. Again, her wrists were clasped behind her back, and the two men picked her off the bed. One of them swung her over their shoulder and carried her towards the door, Danielle kicking at them with no affect.

The door creaked open, and Danielle could make out Andrea telling them the coast was clear. With rapid, light steps, the trio moved down the hall and down the stairs. Danielle did not know the house well enough to know where she was, but soon found herself outside, and the man carrying her accelerated to a full sprint.

Danielle was keenly aware of her nudity, so she assumed it was pitch black outside. It was all pitch black to her with the cloak on her head, but she doubted anyone would take the risk of carrying a naked, bound woman through anything but the veil of darkness.

After what seemed like one hundred yards, she felt herself being carried up a brief flight of stairs and into a different house. A few more steps, and she sensed a crowd again. She was getting used to that sensation. There was an eruption of glee and applause when she was brought into the room and deposited on the floor.

Andrea ripped the cloak off of her head so she could observe her surroundings. It all seemed the same, just in a different house. "This is the house of your rival fraternity, Danielle. My limp dick, sorry excuse for a boyfriend is taking this 'Bros before Hoes' mentality with me, and will not assist me in fucking your shit up. So I just had to find some real men to take care of things for me. Right, boys?" She addressed the room and was met with a loud roar of testosterone.

Danielle instantly had goosebumps all over her body as a new pack of frat boys eyed her grotesquely. "That carrot you experienced yesterday is nothing. You are going to get that fresh asshole raped by everyone here. By the time Russell experiences it, it will be as loose as your sopping wet pussy."

Danielle had the urge to get up and run, and even considered it for a brief moment. But she knew she had no chance in hell of escaping. Compliance was her easiest way out of here. The two guys who carried her here forced her onto her knees and pushed her chest to the ground. Andrea brought each of her wrists down to her ankles and locked them together.

Danielle was such a beautiful sight, her ass sticking straight up in the air, her tits and the side of her face mashed into the carpet, her hands wrenched backwards towards her feet. Any slight movement she made, she snapped back into this position. There was no escape. She was theirs.

Her carrier dropped his shorts to his feet and stepped out of them. Unceremoniously, he spit into her prone asshole, and using the tip of his dick, smeared it around. Andrea straddled her head, facing her ass, and grabbed each cheek, spreading them wide. Danielle braced herself as tears again started to stream from her eyes, dampening the carpet beneath her.

The man applied force with a downward thrust, sinking his knees until the head of his penis broke through. He was easily twice as wide as the carrot, which was to this point the only intrusion Danielle's ass had ever known. It hurt, but more specifically, it made her feel full, tight. As he pushed further into her, she felt more and more stuffed. When she let out an intense scream at the pressure, the crowd roared again.

Without any regard for this submissive girl, he sank lower and deeper into her until she was balling. From between Andrea's legs, Danielle's screaming filled the room, but was matched by the cheers of the crowd, egging on the assault. Danielle felt his balls rest against her taint, and knew he was as deep as he could go. He pulled out slowly, every inch seeming like an eternity to Danielle as her anal passage burned with friction. It seemed like an eternity to him, too, because she was clenched so hard around him that he thought he might explode right there.

He raised his eyes to the ceiling, trying to remove himself mentally from the moment in order to make the moment last longer. "Take her ass," Andrea told the guy. He obliged. Andrea stood up and looked down at the prone Danielle. Danielle's screaming was annoying her, so she extended her big toe and the adjacent one into her gaped mouth and pressed her cheek to the floor. Danielle was instantly muted, unable to form her mouth into a screaming formation. She resorted to panting.

Within seconds, her first assailant deposited his load in her ass. His distraction method did not work, and he pulled his flaccid cock from her less than three minutes after he started. Danielle found little relief, however, as the next guy replaced him almost instantly, hardly skipping a beat. He had a bit more stamina than the guy before him, and was much more vicious. He rocketed in and out of her as he smacked her ass, and five minutes later he left her with another load and glowing red ass cheeks.

As the third guy entered her, the carpet was so damp from her tears a small puddle was forming. But this guy was a little smaller, and Danielle was able to accommodate him without as much trouble. He sank to his knees behind her and pumped hard, rocking her entire body forward up the carpet, giving her rug burn on her knees and tits. She screamed again at this new pain, but not so much from the pain in her ass.

This guy, too, was overcome by her tightness and the public performance, and shot his load up her ass in just a few minutes. Danielle hoped that each new cock would get easier and easier moving forward. Wishful thinking.

Two more men took her up the ass in this position before Andrea grew bored of it. Before the sixth man entered, she called a halt to the action, and released Danielle's ankles and wrists, knowing that she was not going anywhere. "Tell you what, bitch. I will make you a deal," she spoke down to Danielle as she rubbed her sore shoulders and wrists. "Before each of these guys takes you in the ass, you can suck them off. This way they are nice and greased before they fuck you."

She picked Danielle up by her hair and spoke right into her face, "Hell, if you can get them off with your mouth, you save your asshole one dick's worth of torture. Aren't I kind?" As she posed the question, she slapped Danielle hard across the mouth, and then smacked her harder on her newly-pierced nipple.

"Aahhhhhhh!" Danielle's scream scorched the room as Andrea released her hair and she fell to her hands and knees. The sixth cock of the evening line up with her asshole and slipped inside her. Andrea's offer of lubricating the cock with her mouth was enticing, but Danielle realized that the five loads of cum that had been deposited inside her were already making for a smoother fuck. This guy had no trouble sliding in and out of her once-tight sphincter.

Guy number seven knelt in front of her and put his erect dick in her face. "No hands," said Andrea. "Either of you." The guy put his hands in the air in compliance, and Danielle left hers flat on the floor. She opened her mouth, and her seventh cock entered her. With no hands allowed, she bobbed her head, gliding her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. She couldn't help but realize it was the third different dick in her mouth in the last three days. She knew that number would grow quickly.

The men at opposite sides of her rocked her back and forth. She moved her body back against the cock in her ass, and her mouth slid almost all the way off the one in front of her. Then she slid forward, having the inverse affect. The tears in her face started to dry as the pain subsided, the cum in her ass easing the friction she felt earlier.

Both men came in her at the same time. It barely registered to her in her ass, but she couldn't help but notice her mouth flood with warm, sticky cum. She gagged and gasped for air, jism leaking out the side of her mouth. The boys pulled out of her, and Andrea forced her jaw closed. "Swallow," she commanded. Danielle clenched her eyes in disgust and gulped, taking the load into her stomach.