Page 38 of Frat Row

We are all woken up in the same way as the day before, with Rio taking his baton and hitting all the bunks and stalking up and down the rows, with a look daring us to say anything.

Surprisingly, no one is assaulted or attacked before we step foot out of the room.

Right away, I could sense the guard's anxiety, like they were in a hurry to get us to our destination.

We stop by the bathrooms so we can take care of our business, and are commanded to hurry.

The entire time, I have been trying to memorize the corridors and rooms of this place so I can have a decent idea of the floor plan, but where we are headed today is a new part of the warehouse we haven’t been to previously.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up with fear of the unknown.

We approach a thick iron door with a square window in the middle, and I can just feel the uneasiness growing as we draw closer to the new location.

We are ushered in like cattle, and as if this place hasn’t already shocked me to my core in this house of horrors, my whole body trembles at the sight before me.

Lined up in a row are multiple machines with dildos sticking forward, and in front of them are leather chairs that are a Z-like shape where your knees go and your arms rest on the part in front of it.

What in the actual fuck is this?

Will steps out with a huge, evil grin on his face.

“Today, we will be doing anal stretching.” He looks around at our faces, waiting for our reaction, the pervert he is. “Your masters will want to make sure they can take you in every hole, and you need to be readily available at any command you are given,” he says.

One of the women blurts out, “But I’ve never done anal.”

Will chuckles to himself before saying, “Even better, I can’t wait to watch your ass stretch all day and bleed before me.”

Zane steps forward then, and Will looks over at him. “To ensure you don’t deviate from the training today, Zane is going to be helping me as we increase the size of the dildo throughout the day.”

Zane smiles widely at all of us, relishing our frightened faces, obviously looking forward to our pain and humiliation.

“We are going to start with an average-sized dildo and then work our way up, and by the end, your ass should be stretched to be able to accommodate a fist if it needs to.”

“And you expect us to just sit in position and take the pain without any preparation or thought of the intrusion into our bodies?” I couldn’t help but practically spit out my disgust.

Zane takes a few quick steps toward me and backhands me so hard I fall to the ground, and blood pools in my mouth. I spit it out and glare up at him.

“You’re not only going to sit there and take it, but if you move at any point, you will be taken to the red room.”

All the women hold their breath, and some start shaking, remembering the appearance of the woman who was taken there yesterday and the aftereffects on her body.

“Go to your leather chair with your ass in the air. Zane and I will line it up and turn the machine on.” Will claps his hands once over his head excitedly and hurriedly looks over to us, eyes wide.

We practically run over to one of the chairs. My body is trembling with adrenaline coursing through my body.

I keep telling myself to breathe in and out. Deep breaths. I try to convince myself that it could be worse.

And after the horrific acts I have already endured in a short amount of time, I shake my head, trying not to think about it. I can do this. I have at least done anal a few times, so it wasn’t exactly new to me.

As I position myself accordingly on the leather chair that has been custom-made for something like this, I swallow deeply, pulling my hair over to one side over my shoulder, and wait for the inevitable pain.

I picked a chair in the middle and saw Zane working his way down one side while Will worked his way down the other.

I hear a few of the machines start up, and a buzzing sound begins to overtake the room.

I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation of what is to come any minute now.

Suddenly, I hear some of the women whimper, followed by screams and cries.

I can’t bear to look over at them, too afraid of seeing the pain etched on their faces.

I keep my eyes and head pointed directly in front of me, focusing on a spot on the wall.

I feel a hot breath on my back, grazing and making its way up to my exposed neck. “I can’t wait to watch you take this cock in your ass until you scream.” I knew it was Will.

I shiver, but I know better than to try to squirm away.

I feel a lubed finger push into my ass. It isn’t painful, just uncomfortable and unwanted.

Then, he adds a second finger, and they begin thrusting back and forth, fucking my ass.

He pulls out of me, and I hear a squirt from a bottle—more lube.

He jams two fingers into my ass. “I think you're ready,” he whispers in my ear.

I can hear the machine sliding up behind me as it lines up.

Goosebumps appear all over my body as I feel the nudge of the tip of the dildo’s head line up with my back entrance.

This sick fuck was enjoying every second of this, making it unbearably slow; he was getting off on my fear. I tried relaxing my body, knowing it wouldn’t hurt as much if I wasn’t clenching, but I couldn’t help it.

Will pushes the dildo in slowly, inch by inch, while I whimper and squint my eyes, shaking from the intrusion.

He must feel like it is in a good place because I can feel him move behind the machine and turn it on.

The buzzing begins, and it starts slowly thrusting in and out of me.

A scream escapes my lips from the all-encompassing burn I feel rack through my body, but of course, the machine doesn’t let up as it thrusts in and out at slow speed.

I am feeling lightheaded from the pain. What if I pass out?

Breathe, Cassidy. You cannot pass out; what if they send you to the red room? Rio is sitting there, probably eagerly waiting for me.

I firmly grip the sides of the chair where my elbows are supposed to be, holding on for dear life as this thing shoves inside of me, willing my mind to go elsewhere.

I think about math and the equations I was doing in my algebra class, which allows me to take some deep breaths and lighten up on grinding my teeth so hard.

I feel a small stream fall down my thigh, which I can only assume is blood.

If this is the smallest dildo they are using on us today, and I can barely take it, how is my body going to be able to handle more?

I look over at the woman to my right, and you can tell she is in an awful lot of pain. Sweat streams down her face.

I whisper to her, “Take a deep breath in through your nose and exhale out through your mouth; your body needs to relax.”

She looks over at me with fear in her eyes and nods, doing as I tell her.

Will, not missing anything, stalks over to me and snatches my chin upwards, stretching my neck at a painful angle so I’m looking at him. “Don’t fucking breathe in the other’s direction, or I will take you off this thing and fuck your ass on the floor in front of them. Understand?”

I can do nothing but try to nod at him to show that I understood.

This fucking hell hole. I want to burn this place to the ground.

“Alright, since Cassidy has decided to offer advice, we are going to up the size sooner than we normally would,” Will announces.

I can feel the other women’s anger directed at me. My face blushes, feeling responsible for even more pain they are about to endure.

The machines click off, and Zane and Will go around snatching the dildos off. My body sags in relief, but I know it won’t be for long.

I chance a glance over by the toolbox-looking thing where they keep all the sex toys.

Will has a whole handful of flesh-colored dildos that are rimmed, and the head on them is huge, practically double in size compared to a normal dick, and they have a slight curve.

They have to be at least seven or eight inches.

Perspiration begins to seep through my pores because my adrenaline increases at the thought of it plunging inside of me.

Trying more breathing exercises that I picked up at a yoga class I used to attend, I attempt to relax my body and mind a little bit.

Zane and Will split up and begin attaching them to the machines. When they get to my machine, I can’t help but clench up as perspiration forms on my brow.

“Back up toward your machines where the tip is touching your ring of muscle,” Zane shouts.

I hesitate for a moment, glancing down at my shaking legs, but I do as he tells us, willing my body to stop shaking so I can line up with the dildo correctly.

Will walks down the row and squirts lube onto the tip of the dildos, carelessly flicking his wrist so more lands on the women’s ass cracks.

As soon as he’s done, he flips the button on the machine, and it turns on.

The screams and painful sobs that follow will be seared into my mind for the foreseeable future.

Zane reaches my station, and I hold my breath, feeling my erratic heartbeat. He puts the lube on his fingers, spreads it on the outer rim of my hole, and coats a generous amount on the dildo.

“I want to hear the wet sounds of your asshole taking this so well,” Zane whispers to me, and he reaches between my legs and flicks my clit. “Maybe I’ll pay you a visit tonight and slide my cock in your filthy hole just to make sure it’s stretched properly.”

He slowly nudges the head in, and I hold back tears, clutching the chair, ready to embrace the pain.

I can do this. He continues to slowly slide it in, and just when I think my body has taken it all, there’s more to go.

I brace myself in agony. More sweat beads on my forehead, and my breath quickens.

Next, he reaches down and turns the machine on. It feels like I am being split in two. I grab onto the armrest for dear life, begging for the pain to go away and praying this would at least be over quickly.