Traci and her parents arrived for the two-day college orientation session early in the morning of the first day. Their first stop was to the dorm where they would be staying overnight. They would be in adjoining rooms-Traci's parents in one room and Traci and another incoming freshman girl in the other. The rooms were connected by a door that could be opened to form a suite of rooms.
The dorm supervisor this summer was a 24-year-old grad student named Matt. He had planned for this day for weeks in advance. All he needed now was the right combination of female students and parents. He needed to control room assignments, so he had volunteered to man the reception desk.
18-year-old Traci and her attractive parents were among the first to arrive, so Matt was a little hesitant to assume right off that they would make the best victims of his plan. But as the morning wore on, he was convinced he had concluded correctly that he couldn't do much better.
For Traci's roommate, he had chosen a 19-year-old brunette babe named Jill. He wouldn't need Jill's parents, which worked out well since only her mother accompanied her.
Everyone had met each other outside their rooms during the morning before leaving for the first activity of the day. Traci's 39-year-old father, John, couldn't help but give an extended gaze at Jill's athletic, curvy figure while his 37-year-old wife, Carol, couldn't help but notice his staring. She was used to his roving eyes, as long as he didn't touch.
It was well after dark before Traci, Jill and Traci's parents were back in their rooms. Security cameras on each floor allowed Matt to monitor their comings and goings from his office. With a small video camera in one hand and an impressively large hunting knife hidden in his back pocket, Matt knocked on Traci and Jill's door.
When the door opened, he stepped into the room quickly and asked the girls if they wanted to attend a party for dorm residents only. They accepted the invitation and Matt suggested they advise Traci's parents of where they would be going. Matt pushed the door closed behind them.
Traci walked over to the connecting door, followed by Jill and Matt. The door opened shortly after Traci knocked and she began telling her parents their plans. While this was happening, Matt withdrew the knife from his back pocket and stuck the tip gently in Jill's back. The girl jumped in surprise.
"Go into the room," Matt said firmly.
The two girls turned to look at Matt. He pulled the knife away from Jill's back to let everyone see it.
"Get in the room," he said with authority.
Traci's mother gasped as the girls walked ahead. When they were inside the adults' room, Matt closed the door. He placed the point of the knife inches from Traci's neck.
"If anyone screams, she dies," he said. The room fell silent, except for the sound of excited breathing. "Sit down on the beds."
The room consisted of beds on either side of the room, a table and chairs under the window at one end, dressers and two study areas nearer the door leading to the hall. Traci's parents sat on the bed opposite where the others had entered. Traci and Jill sat opposite them. Matt placed the video camera on a dresser and faced the other four.
"Welcome to your orientation. Tonight you're going to get a taste of college life," Matt said. "We're going to videotape this so you won't report what happens. I doubt that any of you would want to risk the girls' future by forcing me to send copies to school officials, the media and your hometown neighbors."
Matt let the threat sink in. Undoubtedly, each person in the room was picturing in their mind what he had in store for them. None of them probably anticipated what would soon become reality.
"Dad, why don't you stand up," Matt said to Traci's father. John had a very average body in height and weight, but the tan, muscular legs extending out of his shorts indicated he either ran or cycled for exercise. He stood just in front of where he sat.
Matt looked at Jill. "Stand up," he said. "Take off his clothes." Matt pointed the knife at John. With those instructions, Matt reached for the camera on the dresser, aimed it at the foursome and turned it on.
"You'll be happy to hear that the sound has been disconnected, so nobody will hear anything we say," Matt explained.
Jill had not made any movement toward Traci's father, so Matt repeated his demand to her. Slowly she took a couple steps forward and stood directly in front of John. Jill was about 5 feet 6 inches tall and was about a head shorter than John. When she lifted his t-shirt over his head, she was easily able to pull it up over his outstretched arms. John had a flat stomach with well-defined abs.
Jill timidly reached for the button on his shorts. Her hands plainly shook as she unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts. They easily slid over John's slender hips and Jill let them fall to the floor. John kicked them off and Jill bent down to remove his sneakers. When she stood back up, she looked at Matt.
"Keep going," is all he said.
Jill put her thumbs inside his boxers and lowered them nervously. She slid them down his legs. John stepped out of one side, then the other. His cock was thick, even though it lay limp between his legs. Matt noticed Traci and her mom both looking at the man's cock, before they looked again at Jill as if embarrassed.
"Good job," Matt said. He looked at Jill. "You may be seated." As Jill moved back to the bed, Matt caught Traci's eye. "Stand up, babe. I want your father to have the pleasure of undressing you."
"No, please," Traci cried softly.
"Yes," Matt said. "You'll thank me later."
