Page 39 of Frat Row

Then Zane does something with the rest of the girls because the screaming seems to simmer down, but I can’t look around. My eyes are squeezed shut as I focus on my own pain.

He attaches a clit sucker onto me, hitting the exact spot with one swoop. They know what they are doing. They are trying to train our minds to associate immense pain with pleasure.

Moans escape my mouth at the sensation. I narrow my mind on the clit sucker, and my hold on the armrest eases up. My body relaxes a bit, leaning into the pleasure forming from the suction on my clit.

I arch my back because the slight movement causes the sucker to shift a bit, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that feeling. Chasing that feeling of euphoria has always been one of life's greatest pleasures.

I’ve never had an anal orgasm, but I know from my friends and watching homemade porn that they are intense.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I know it has to have been more than an hour of this overwhelming stimulation. It definitely feels that way.

I can feel my G-spot being stimulated through my anal wall. The dildo repeatedly moves in and out, and the clit sucker is still going.

Will and Zane pace through the room, awaiting our reactions.

The dildo penetrates deeper than I’ve ever experienced before.

I feel chills all over my body, and a wave-like rippling feeling starts in my toes, moving all the way up my body. Suddenly, I feel a tickling, tingling sensation deep inside my G-spot.

My vision doubles as I moan louder, and I scream as the anal orgasm takes over my body. Cum gushes down between my thighs in increments I have never seen or felt my body do before. The clit sucker lets me ride the high until the very end.

I am so dazed that I don’t hear the person approaching to shut off the dildo machine and remove the clit sucker.

My whole body shakes with that out-of-body feeling, and I am soaking up every bit of it.

Will pets my head and says, “That’s my girl.” Then, he dumps a cold bucket of water over me.

Yelping out from the cold, I come back to my senses and surroundings.

I turn around on the chair and slump forward with my face covered in shame and exhaustion.

Some of the women are still silently crying, and I just had the best orgasm of my life in this place.

Crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to fight the coldness over my body, I keep my eyes down, ashamed of what had just happened.

That doesn’t last for long because Zane takes me by the arm and throws me against the opposite wall. I land awkwardly on my side, and when I look up, I’m tossed a water bottle, which I catch and quickly open, drinking the whole thing in two gulps.

After finishing my water, I notice several women sitting to my right; there are only a couple left on the machines.

Their goal is to get us to orgasm, and then we are rewarded with water. I can’t help but think about food as my stomach lets out a growl. I am starving.

Minutes pass by, and the other two women finally join us on our side of the wall.

Will stands in front of us. “We still have one more item we need to complete for today’s training.”

A woman huffs out, “Our bodies are exhausted, and we are starving. What more could you possibly subject us to?” She immediately realizes her error and clamps her mouth shut with both hands, her eyes widening in horror.

Will smirks and snaps his fingers, and Zane, like the hound dog he is, scoops her up and drags her out the back door.

The rest of us can only stare, knowing where she is headed—the red room.

Will begins walking back and forth in front of us with his hands behind his back. “As I was saying, there is one more thing we have to complete today, and that is more anal stretching.”

Biting my tongue, I look down at my feet. I wanted to say: What the fuck have we been doing this whole time?

I glance up and notice Zane moving the machines back into a closet and rolling out these narrow, ottoman-looking things with individual foam pads attached to them. If I had to guess, we’re supposed to bend over it and rest our knees on the foam pads.

Everything here seems custom-designed, as I have never seen any of these things before, even at a sex store. As much money as they make from us, it is not like they can’t afford it.

“You may go to your station, arms and elbows resting on the ledge with knees on the pad. Your knees need to be back far enough where your ass is in the air,” Will says.

My body is sore in places I’ve never been sore before. I can barely lift myself up, and honestly, I want to crawl over, but I have too much pride, and I don’t want them to have the satisfaction of seeing how much pain I am in.

“I’ve given you a command, slaves; what should be your response?” Will yells.

“Yes, master,” we all say without hesitation.

I don’t know what to expect. I mean, how can it get any worse at this point? I know better than to ask that question, especially in a place like this with these deranged men.

We assume the position they told us to get in, the anticipation sinking in for what is to come next. It is pure torture, and they love this part. I can see the bulges in their pants. They don’t even try to hide that they are turned on by this.

Again, I am in the middle, so all I hear are gasps as they work their way down the line, both together this time. There are no screams, so I send a silent thanks up for that small mercy.

Finally, it’s my turn. I hear lube being squeezed from a bottle and hitting my ass crack, quickly followed by a finger, and I can’t help but jump due to the soreness and sensitivity from what had just happened.

I’m quickly punished with a loud and hard smack on my ass, and I swallow back a yell.

Then, I feel something being inserted into my hole. It is not exceptionally large, and I can feel two fingers pushing it in, but within seconds, the fingers retreat, and whatever it is stays put.

Then something is hooked up to the end of it, but again, there’s not much pain.

After a few more minutes, Will and Zane take their places in front of us, looking around. Will has a remote.

“You all have a balloon in your rectums attached to an air pump, and we’re going to steadily inflate them with air in order to stretch them out fully,” Will announces.

All I can hear is my heartbeat quickening in my ears as my body fills with worry.

Will clicks a button, and the balloon begins to inflate. It’s not much, but it is a completely different sensation from the dildo machine. All I want to do is push it out of me. It is so uncomfortable. But I know better. I know if I don’t do this, they will gladly cart me off to the red room.

The inflation increases, and I look down. My body begins to shake and sweat. This isn’t pleasurable at all, just painful.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I can feel my legs tingling and going numb.

After some more time has passed, the balloon finally deflates, and I exhale, not realizing I was holding my breath the entire time.

Almost collapsing with relief, I feel a presence behind me as the balloon is pulled out with a wet plop. I don’t even have the energy to look and see who did it.

I must have fainted because when I come to, I’m in my cot in the gown with two pieces of bread beside me and another bottle of water. I scarf down everything.

Moments passed by, and I let my body succumb to the darkness, allowing parts of my soul to go with it.