Page 36 of Frat Row

A foghorn wakes me up abruptly, and I bump my head on the bunk above me.

What in the actual hell is going on? My eyes adjust to the brightness in the room.

My stomach sinks to the floor as memories flood over me, recalling everything that has happened.

Rubbing my head, I turn my body, and my feet hit the floor as coldness creeps over me.

“It’s time to wake up, slaves; it’s the first day of your training,” Rio excitedly yells, walking up and down the line of bunk beds and cots.

He stops and thrusts his hips forward while stretching his back.

“My favorite day.” He grins with pure evil in his eyes.

“Line the fuck up near the back door,” he says as he holds out his thumb and uses it to point behind him.

I look around and see the rest of the women on their feet, immediately bull rushing to get in line.

Due to fear, my feet do the thinking for me and quickly carry me to the designated line.

I glance at Rio and look him up and down; he’s lined from head to toe in all kinds of weapons, some I’ve only seen on TV shows, and some I don’t recognize.

They are instilling fear into all of us.

Behind him stands a few familiar guards I recognize, including Sam and Zane.

A full-body shiver racks through my body as Zane slowly walks over to our line.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls something out, and points it at a woman who is closer to the front of the line.

All of a sudden, I hear a zapping type of noise, and two thin wires hooked to it propel outwards, latching onto the side of her body.

She hits the floor instantly, screaming out in pain involuntarily and writhing in front of us, losing control.

Horrified, I realize it is a taser, and my mouth hangs open.

I’m completely frozen to my spot in line.

Laughing like someone told him a hilarious joke, Zane keeps pushing some button, which I can only assume increases the pain because the woman is squeezing her eyes shut, writhing even more, and screaming even louder.

I watch as a yellow liquid seeps all over the floor around her, and she just lays there, helpless to what is going on. My hand shoots up over my mouth, realizing she has peed all over herself.

“Alright, alright, Zane; we haven’t even left the room yet.” Rio chuckles and slaps him on the shoulder.

Zane lets up on the taser, walks over to the woman, takes the stick-like darts out of her, and tucks them in his pocket.

She is full-blown crying now in a fetal position, her body shaking all over. He’s careful where he steps and kicks her over where she’s lying on her back, drenched in sweat and piss.

“Clean it up,” he snaps at her. She tries standing and falls back down, splashing the piss all over the floor.

Another woman beside her helps her up. She frantically looks around for something, anything to clean it up.

Spotting some clothes folded against one of the walls, she begins hurriedly walking over to them.

Zane laughs, and in a deathly serious tone with darkness in his eyes, he says, “Ah, ah, ah, with your tongue.” We all look at him in disgust. The woman doesn’t know what to do, and she is violently shaking and sobbing.

“Did I stutter?” Zane yells at her. She flinches and jumps down to her hands and knees, looks up one more time, and makes eye contact with Zane. He nods once, his eyes blazing with fury.

My already uneasy stomach threatens to lose its contents right there, but I look away quickly enough. The degradation of this is too much to bear.

“Oh no, you are all going to watch her unless you want to suffer something worse than this,” Zane tells all of us.

I turn back around with tears in my eyes, horror-stricken at the scene unfolding in front of me, and unable to do anything.

She laps up the piss like a dog and quickly swallows, trying not to vomit all over the floor.

“Wait, you forgot some.” Zane chuckles, and she looks up at him, confused.

He leans back on one of his heels, showing her the bottom of his black combat boot.

My face must show the pure rage I feel because he didn’t come anywhere close to walking in the piss; he just wants her to lick his boots clean to further degrade her.

Silently, she begins licking up the bottom of one boot, then the other.

When she finishes, she’s kneeling with her head down, completely humiliated.

Zane pats her on the head. “You might make your master happy, slave,” he sneers.

Rio clears his throat and chuckles, coming to the front of the line. “Alright, enough of that,” he states, even though I know he was thoroughly entertained and probably turned on… the sick bastard.

He throws a new gown toward her, and she takes off the soaked one and puts it on.

“We will escort you to the bathroom to shower and relieve yourselves, and then head to training room one.” He begins stalking out of the room, and the women follow in a neat line, everyone trying not to make eye contact with any of the guards for fear of what just happened being done to them.

As soon as we arrive at the bathrooms, I notice that they are just toilets lined up against one wall, without any semblance of privacy.

Having to pee so badly, I just hike up my gown at the first available toilet.

When I’m done, I flush and wash my hands and get in line accordingly for the showers.

There are only five showerheads, so we are forced to take turns washing off the grime from our bodies and our hair.

About ten minutes later, all the women have finished, and we are escorted to training room one.

Before entering, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Really not knowing what to expect and fearing the worst, we are led inside, where it is dark except for the spotlights directly on the mechanical bull in the middle of the room, surrounded by a tall foam floor.

With a puzzled look, I stare at the guards for some clarification, and they smirk as they leave us in the room.

This man enters in all black, and I immediately get goosebumps, knowing something about this man screams evil.

“I’m Will, but you can call me master today as I will be conducting your first training session.” I look behind him, and there is a table of all kinds of tools, but what catches my eye is the different-sized and colored dildos set nicely in a row.

Will, or should I say, master, grabs a basket and says, “Take off your gowns and put them in here. You won’t need any clothing today; it will just get in the way.”

One by one, we take off our gowns and toss them in the basket, privacy long gone out the window.

“Today, you will be riding that mechanical bull like your life depends on it. Because it does. There will be a dildo placed in the seat that has been specially made for this kind of training,” Will says.

“And what kind of training is that exactly?” I blurt out, looking him dead in the eye.

He moves toward me and smacks me across the face so hard my head jerks to the side. The pain and throbbing on my cheek and jaw instantly form, my neck aching from the whiplash-like strike.

“Don’t speak unless spoken to, slave,” he snaps, “or I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Spitting out a small amount of blood with my head down, afraid to piss this guy off, I tremble with rage.

He pulls me up aggressively by my arm. “Why don’t you go first and show the class what they have to look forward to?” He leans into me and cups my breast aggressively.

Then I’m pushed over toward the bull, and he makes a beeline to the dildos. He picks out a big ass flesh-colored dildo, not the biggest, but definitely bigger than any cock I have ever seen in my life.

There is no way that it fits inside of me. He goes over to the bull and secures the dildo where I’m going to have to sit. He turns on some kind of remote, and the dildo begins to vibrate and twirl on the bull.

My eyes widen in surprise, and my jaw practically hits the floor.

“Well, climb aboard.” He grins at me with an evil glint in his eyes.

I go over to the bull, taking a huge gulp while holding my breath. I swing onto it right behind the dildo.

“How am I supposed to get it inside of me when I’m not even wet?” I bravely ask.

Will opens a lotion bottle that contains lube and drops a dollop on the tip of the dildo.

“You’ll ride this bull and pretend it’s your master, and you will come when I tell you to.

If you don’t put on a show for us, or I’m unhappy with your performance, you will go straight to the red room, the punishment room.

I know Rio and his gang would be more than thrilled to have some kind of entertainment today. ”

Nodding quickly, thinking of how terrible that would be, I begin to sink myself onto the dildo slowly. It is ribbed, and I feel myself stretching further as I lower myself onto it, gasping in pain.

Will comes over, grabs hold of my shoulder, and shoves me down forcefully. “We don’t have all day, slave,” he says in a tone as if I’m nothing more than dirt on his shoe.

Searing pain racks through me, and I cry out at the unexpected intrusion into my body at full force. Holding back tears, my legs shake, and I feel pain in my cervix. I try to barely move my body while also trying to adjust to how uncomfortable this is.

I turn my head gradually and make eye contact with Will.

He smirks, holds out the remote pointed right at me, and pushes a button.

All of a sudden, I feel the vibration and movement burst through the dildo, and I try to lift myself up slightly, then back down a few times to get a hold of this new sensation coursing through me.

“Hold on,” he says to me as he walks over to a podium that is about thirty feet away. I quickly look down in front of me and see the smallest handles known to man, and I clutch onto them, taking deep breaths in and out.