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"Julie, do you understand that what you did was very, very unwise?" "Yes, I'm sorry." She tried to look at me, but I could see that she would rather look away. "Do you understand that not only did you risk my friendship and my respect for you, but you put yourself in danger? "Yes." Her eyes remained on her tightly folded hands. "And you may have put me in danger? You may have exposed yourself to something very serious." "Yes, I'm sorry, Dave. What more can I say?" "There is nothing that you can say, Julie." "Are you angry with me?" "More disappointed than angry Julie," I told her. "And I am troubled. You might do this again." "Never," she shook her head as if that made me believe her. "I don't mean being with another man. You know that I never expected you to be monogamous with me." "It won't happen again." "It was the idea of being unsafe." "I know. I was awful. I was bad." "I am concerned that you won't get the message." I took her hands in mine. "I worry that down the road, you will slip again and that time you won't be so lucky. I happen to know that Steve is clean. He gets tested because of his job. I'm grateful that I knew him. I don't mind you being with him. If you want to date him, that's alright. But he's clean, otherwise I'd never be with you again. It's just too big a chance, Julie." "I've been terrible, I know." "Do you agree that something must be done? That you must be punished?" "Oh God, Dave, no. I'll never do it again." "Answer my question, Julie!" "Yes, I should be punished." "What do you think the punishment should be?" "I don't know. Spanking," she said. "You can spank me. Spank me hard." "No. Spanking only makes your butt sore for awhile. Besides, I think you enjoy it. No, you need some memories that will come up every time you get horny. Something to tell you that it's either safe sex or no sex." "Yes, I suppose. What do you want me to do?" "I want you to agree to be punished. I want you to do whatever I say." "Oh Dave." "Julie, this is serious. Either you agree right now, or I'm gone. You can call Steve if you like, but I'll be gone. It will break my heart. I will cry, but you will be out of my life forever, Julie." "No, Dave. You've been very good to me." "Well?" "OK." "OK what?" "You can punish me." "Do you agree to accept whatever punishment I decree?" "What is it?" "I said, do you agree to accept whatever punishment I decree!" "Yes." "And you will follow my instructions?" "Yes." "Anything." "Yes." "Say it." "Anything." "Say it!" "I agree to accept whatever punishment you order." She was almost in tears. "And you know that this is only for your own good." "Yes." "Listen carefully and do exactly as I say." ***** I made her drive. It was her punishment and she was going to have to contribute. We went into Seattle on Saturday evening and ended up on a wide tree lined boulevard. I'm sure she noticed the guard shack and the sign, but she made no comment. I told her to find a place in the large lot. We got out of the car and I started toward the brick buildings, but I stopped and turned. Julie wore her tight top and blue jeans under a black leather jacket. Her red hair was pulled back into a pony tail showing off her pretty face. "Are you coming?" I asked sharply. "Where are we going?" "We are going to your punishment? Changed your mind?" "No." "Then let's go." She joined me and we crossed the street and turned up a path. A stone portico loomed over our heads emblazoned with the Greek letters, Sigma Alpha Epsilon. I used the large knocker and we were admitted by a tall young man in a tee shirt reading "Just Do It." "Dave?" he asked with a smile. "Yes," I said and we shook hands. "I'm Ted. And you must be Julie," he said with a decided grin. "Yes," she said, but with serious doubt in her voice. "Come on in. We've been waiting." We followed him into the main seating area crammed with overstuffed furniture and about fifteen wide eyed college men, none more than twenty. They came in all shapes and sizes and in at least three colors, maybe four. Long hair, short hair, and in one case, no hair. A firm male odor filled the air. "Where will we be?" I asked. "Upstairs." "Let's go there," I instructed. "Bring everyone involved." Julie's eyes widened so I took her into an alcove. "Changed your mind?" "What are you going to do?" "Answer my question!" "No, I haven't changed my mind." "You can change your mind." "No, I'll do it. What's going on?" "You'll find out." We followed Ted up a wide curving stairway into what could have been a bedroom, but the regular furniture had either been removed or pushed to the side. The dr*pes were pulled closed. An ice chest full of brown bottles sat open next to the door. In the center of the room stood a steel medical examination table complete with gynecological stirrups and a folding step at the end. A white sheet covered the padded top. "Where'd you guys get this?" I asked. "This is a university," Ted replied. "Nobody remembers where it came from. It's at least forty years old." "And you use it for this?" "Yes, it's a house tradition." "Use it for what?" Julie asked breathlessly. "Julie, please be quiet." "But..." I took her arm and pulled her aside. "In or out Julie?" I said with as stern a look as I could manage. "In or out?" She was a few seconds in responding. "I'm in," she said softly. The men filed in and immediately the room took on the stench of a locker room. Several stopped at the ice chest and retrieved bottles which they opened. Tops went to a garbage can. "I can tell right away, Ted that you followed my instructions." "Yup," he replied, "no showers since yesterday. Most of these guys work out, so they're pretty ripe. And scruffy too. No shaves." "Excellent. Everyone here?" Ted counted. "All present or accounted for. Are you sure there's no charge?" "That would be illegal," I said. "No money is to change hands." "Fair enough." "Good. Gentlemen, this is Julie." I pulled her to the middle of the room. She held her arms in front of her clutching her purse. "She is going to help you with your ritual which I understand is a tradition here at SAE." Some smiled, but most just stared at her, mouths slightly. "Now, so that there is no confusion. Julie, do you consent to being here?" "Yes," she said tentatively. "Do you agree that you will have sexual intercourse with these men?" She took in a deep breath. "Do you?" "Yes." "And you understand that you can leave at any time." "Yes." "Say it." "I agree to have sex." "With all these men." "With all these men," she followed. "And you do this of your own free will." "Yes." "Say it!" "I do this of my own free will." "Gentlemen," I addressed the room. "Julie and all of you will receive instruction tonight on safe sex. Julie is familiar with the principle, but she needs some reminding. I am told that you are, ah, not as experienced. We will give you all the experience you can manage. I need one volunteer." Twenty hands went up. "OK, who's the youngest?" Arms and fingers directed my attention to a pimpled blond youth who looked no more than fifteen, but by his presence he had to be at least eighteen. Ted had assured me. I took Julie's purse without a word and she looked at me with pleading eyes. When she saw that nothing would change, she looked at the floor, holding her hands in front of her. "Would you remove her jacket please?" The kid walked up to Julie with a look of near terror and reached out to fiddle with the buttons in the front of her jacket. After some effort and some movement by Julie, he got the jacket open and slipped it off her shoulders. "I'll take that." The kid looked at me just enough to hand off the jacket before his eyes locked onto Julie. She refused to look at him or anyone else. The temperature already began to climb in the room, amplifying the stench of male bodies. I heard more bottles open, psst. "Now her shoes please." He dropped to the floor and got her sneakers undone. By putting her hand on his head, she kept her balance. "Now her top." Pimples gingerly pulled the material of the top out of her jeans and when all was free he pulled up. Julie raised her arms and he pulled it off, revealing her white brassier and nice bust. "The jeans." More buttons, a zipper and he slipped the jeans down over her ankles. She cooperated more this time until she stood before the crowd in her underwear. "The bra." Julie turned to allow him access to the hooks in back and necks craned to catch a glimpse of her tits as they fell out of the bra. Her hands came up a moment to cover her nudity, but she dropped them right away. "What do you think, men?" I asked. Moans and groans and nods of approval. Several bottles came up in a silent toast. I caught the slightest smile from Julie as she glanced up at the crowd. "If you will do the final honors sir?" Pimples started to bend over in front of Julie. "No, get behind her. Let the others watch." He got behind her and pulled the white panties down to her knees before stopping a moment, then all the way to her ankles. "Whoa," the voices in the crowd gasped. "Shaved." "Yes, Julie prefers the nude look," I said. Julie's hands started to cover her sex, but she stopped and stood there, arms at her side. "Ted, I understand that you have a system?" "Yeah, everyone has a number." Julie looked at me blankly. "Number one!" A tall football player type raised his hand with a grin and his fraternity brothers clapped and cheered. "Take it off, Bobby," Ted told him and he began to strip. "We're all brothers here. Everybody strip." The room became a swirl of belt buckles, tee shirts, pants, shoes and socks until everyone except me was in undershorts. And Bobby. He stood nude and only partially erect. "Julie," I ordered, "on your knees and make him hard. Once he's hard, show him how to put on a condom." She stepped over in front of the grinning athlete and kneeled down, her hands wrapping around his substantial cock. A couple of pulls with her fingers and he was ready. "Where's the condom?" she asked. Ted used his teeth to tear open a red package and gave it to her. While one hand pumped his shaft, she placed the rubber on the tip of his cock and rolled it down. "Julie," I said, "get on the table. On your back." She stood and mounted the step at the foot of the table and using the stirrups for balance. Turning, she sat down and started to slide back. "No, stop right there. Put your feet into the stirrups. "She leaned back and kicked a little trying to find the holders for her heals and I had to step over and place them into the cups and leg hooks one at a time. I stepped back leaving her legs bent and open. "Here," said Ted and he stepped up and adjusted the stirrups so that Julies legs were open wide enough for the men, but not so high that she would be uncomfortable. "OK, Bobby," Ted said, "go. Number two, get ready." A young black man stripped off his briefs and took a condom from Ted. Bobby stood at the foot of the table between Julies legs and held his cock between her legs. He was tall and didn't need the step, so he folded it into the table. In seconds he was humping away. I didn't even see him enter her. In a few more seconds he gasped and leaned down over her. "Ted," I said, "come here a minute." The fraternity president stepped over and I spoke quietly. "These guys are going to take about ten seconds each. That won't be much fun for them." "What do you think?" he asked. "Well, Julie needs to be taught a lesson." I told him my idea "Yeah, that'll work." He stepped away and addressed the smelly crowd. "Dave has a good plan. I think you'll like it." Julie looked over from the table at me, her legs spread wide and her hands clutching the side of the table. "You are all strong young men and you deserve to spend some time with Julie," I said. "If you like, each of you can jerk off on her face. I want you to squirt on her face, not in her mouth. That way, when you fuck her, you can last longer and enjoy her more. Any takers?" Unshaven faces looked around at each other. "I think I'll take my ride now," said Bobby as he rolled the condom down his pole and stepped between Julie's legs. I could smell Bobby six feet away and his muscles already glistened with perspiration. His first shove forced Julie up on the table and he grabbed at the sheet. Bobby pounded away forcefully making Julies tits jiggle with each thrust. "I'll try a facial," announced the fattest of the pledge class. Stepping out of his briefs, he positioned himself next to Julie who turned to him, rocking with each of Bobby's jabs. Big boy started stroking. "Room for one more," I said and another young man stepped up to his side of the batter's box. "Keep your dicks away from me!" Bobby panted, now in a full sweat. "You were the one who leaned over with your mouth open," Big boy said with a smile, and I realized that the two were friends. Julie shook on the table as Bobby fucked her hard and two other men pounded their puds in her face. I stepped over to get a better look and found the scene very exciting, but the smell positively grotesque. "Make sure you squirt as much on her face as you can." "Like this?" Big Boy grunted and opaque drops popped out of his dick, one hitting his buddy across the table, but the rest falling on Julie's cheek. She closed her eyes as the thick liquid ran into an ear. "And she can have some of this," Bobby said as his thrusts slowed and he gasped in delight. "Here I go," the guy across the table said and his load spurted and dribbled onto Julie's nose and eyes. Julie brought up a hand to clear her eye. "You can do that, Julie," I said, "but don't wipe any away." She kept her eyes closed. "Did you hear what I said?" "Yes," she replied, completely resigned. "Next team," I said and three more men stepped into position. In seconds, Julie's tits were shaking again and she could look up at two hard young penises pointed at her face. ***** For an hour, young men huffed and puffed and came all over Julie and came inside Julie, until she was completely wet in her own sweat, their sweat and the accumulated contents of at least twelve prostate glands. Sticky white semen covered her face and spattered her hair. Number one said he was ready to go again and the room was almost unbearable with stench. "Can we fuck her doggie too?" he asked. "Any way you want it." I unhooked Julie's legs from the stirrups and she groaned at the end of her discomfort. "On your feet Julie!" She moved to a seated position and white fluid dripped from her face to her breasts. "Bend over the table," I ordered. Slowly she got down and then leaned over the table with her head on her arms. Number one positioned herself behind her and by holding her hips, was able to begin fucking her again. "If you want to fuck her in the ass, let me know," I told him. "She requires a little preparation." The men laughed and I heard the usual jokes about it being the first time any of them had ever fucked a woman in the ass, haw haw haw. I could see that this experience would bind these men together forever. Number one lasted five minutes and I figured that they all would sleep in tomorrow. Bobby stepped out and said, "I'll take some of that ass action." "Fine," I said, "hold that thought." "Julie, step away." Julie got to her elbows, then her hands and turned stiffly toward me. I had brought with me an over night bag and I opened it. I place upon the table a selection of six dildos ranging from thick to thin, smooth to snow tire. "Julie," I said, "select the toy that we will use to open your ass." She lifted her eyes off the floor and looked at me sadly. She examined the array and half-heartedly pointed to the blue one, thick and smooth. I put the others in the bag. "Assume the position." Slowly she leaned back onto the table and put down her head, sticky with cum. I got out the tube of KY and spreading the cheeks of her ass, found her hole. I noticed that her vaginal area was inflamed red. I put the metal opening into her asshole and squeezed until the clear jell oozed out of her. Then I touched the dildo against her and he flinched at the knowledge of what was coming. ***** For another hour, fifteen young men had their way with her pussy and her ass until empty bottles were stacked four high in a fraternity house glass sculpture. The used condoms were collected in a plastic garbage bag. I could see that Julie was tired, but she stopped closing her eyes and if she couldn't look her current partner in the eye, she looked at the other men in the room. To say that the place smelled like a locker room disparaged many filthy gymnasiums around the world. After one boy pumped and pumped, but to no avail, he stepped back from her butt saying, "I can't do it." His comment was greeted with applause, that being his third time at bat. The fraternity brothers had already become bored with the show and many quit watching and were making lewd comments and getting drunk. When no one else stepped up I asked, "That looks like it." Ted nodded and agreed. "Are you ready with the final show?" Ted grinned and he disappeared out of the room. Julie stood up and started to go for her clothes. "Not so fast Julie." She looked up at me in disbelief, but she stepped back and leaned against the table with her arms folded. At the next sound, her head snapped up. Rapid and random clicking came from the hallway outside. I don't know if Julie recognized the sound, but when Ted opened the door she had her answer. The noise came from the claws of a large Malamute dog which had to stand three feet at the shoulder. The animal was the school mascot which meant that it was a male. The presence of so many men in the room apparently made him nervous and it was all Ted could do to keep him under control. "Heal, King! Heal!" he ordered with strong jerks on the chain. "Dave! No!" Julie cried. "You can leave if you want Julie," I said. "This isn't fair!" "You said you fantasized about it. Now's your chance." "No, please!" "OK, but I'm gone Julie." "Look, I did everything you said." "And I say you do the dog. We've read about it. You know it's possible. You might even like it." "Dave, I'm sore." "Ted, we'll need that pillow." I ignored Julie. Ted produced a large bed pillow and dropped it on the floor. Then he dropped to his knees and started placing thick socks on King's front paws. Then I told Julie, "lay down. Butt on the pillow." "How did I ever get into this?" she complained. But she got down and sat on the pillow, her head down. "Lay back and open your legs," I told her. The room was completely silent except for the clinking of bottles and King's dancing. She complied and laid back, but she couldn't take her eyes off of King. I took a jar of honey and flipped open the top. I then began to squirt the thick amber fluid onto her shaved pussy. She knew what I was doing. We had researched this topic together as part of our exploration, but we took it no further. I nodded to Ted who led King and his stockinged front paws around between Julie's legs. to be continued

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