THE HAUNTED HOUSE OF WHORES
Serena L’Amour
Smashwords Edition 1.0, November 2010
Copyright 2010 Serena L’Amour
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The Haunted House Of Whores is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Other Works by Serena L'Amour:
Talk Dirty To Me
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/17551
One Way Or Another
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/14734
Fare Play
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/17123
A Latte Love Story
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/15246
Take A Bite
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/15620
One Eye In The Sky
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/25436
A Latte Love Story / Take A Bite (Combo)
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/15796
Between The Sheets (A Bat City Sampler)
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/17595
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It was a cool and crisp October morning as Charles entered into the main lobby of South Bay Savings and Loan with the usual smugness he displayed on a daily basis. “Good morning, Mr. Riley,” said his employees, one after another, yet Charles only offered brief nods and smiles as he made his way to the elevator and up to his corner office.
“Good morning, Mr. Riley,” said Heather, with a cup of coffee ready for Charles.
“Heather,” he replied, taking the beverage from her soft hands, “No calls or intrusions of any kind until ten. I've got some things I need to take care of.”
“Of course, Mr. Riley,” nodded Heather, as she lifted her compact to touch up her lipstick. As she looked into the small mirror, she noticed Charles staring back at her, with look of simultaneous lust and guilt for fantasizing upon his face. She smiled and felt adored, but played it cool. “Is there anything I can get for you, Mr. Riley?” she asked.
“No … no,” replied Charles, as he hurried into the office and shut his door quickly.
Charles sat at his desk as he waited for the computer to warm up. He leaned back in his leather chair. Come on, come on, he said to himself, as the machine went through its paces. Finally the web browser popped up, and Charles typed in his favorite BDSM video site. As the images of women in leather corsets and shiny stilettos appeared, he started to become stiff. He got even harder and harder when they brought out a male slave on a leash, strapped him to the flogging post, and began lashing him with whips. As he imagined Heather's tight, young body standing behind him, and controlling his every action and response, Charles couldn't help but pleasure himself. As he drove his hands into his slacks, his cock was throbbing and beginning to get sticky with pre-come. Charles only needed to stroke his prick a few times before he shot his load all over the front of his pants. “Shit!” he screamed, “God damn it!” Charles got up quickly from his chair and tried in vain to clean himself up, but soon realized that he would have to make a trip to the bathroom to look presentable for his eleven o'clock board meeting.
Heather, listening to Charles' yelling behind the closed door, laughed as she closed her make up kit. She heard footsteps approach and saw her co-worker Julie walk around the corner. As she heard Charles' door fly open, she turned to look and watched him speed down the opposite hallway.
“Morning, Heather,” said Julie. “What the hell is his rush?”
“Who knows,” replied Heather, trying to contain her laughter, “How are you today?”
“Not as well as you, apparently. What's got you giggling?”
“Mr. Riley. Caught him checking me out again. I know he's dying to fuck me, but he's just so damn cute at hiding it.”
“Well, you can't blame the guy for having good taste,” replied Julie. “I'd like to sample some of that myself.”
“Right … in your dreams,” laughed Heather. “So I'm your number one girl crush, huh?”
“I wouldn't say number one ...”
“What? Who's beating me out?”
“Take a looksie over there,” said Julie. Heather walked around from her desk and looked down the hall.
“Sarah? You want to fuck Sarah over me?” scoffed Heather.
“She's so … I don't know … complicated,” replied Julie. “Like it's more than just her looks; there's something underneath there. You see her going out with all kinds of guys, and it never works out between them. It's like she's just dying to find the one woman that makes her explode.”
“And you're the one who's going to recruit her for your little dyke army?” asked Heather.
“I don't know about that,” replied Julie, “But I might have to shanghai her for a few nights.”
“I might as well fuck you,” laughed Heather. “You're as bad as a guy, but you might be able to eat me out a little better.”
“Speaking of eating, are we all still getting together for lunch?”
“I think so,” said Heather, “Let me double check with everyone and I'll let you know.”
“All right, I'll talk to you later on,” replied Julie, as she walked towards Sarah's office.
“Happy hunting there, G.I. Julie,” said Heather. Julie replied with a wink and a wave and walked away.
Sarah was going over her files and noticed Julie walking towards her. Shit, she thought, knowing that Julie was too close for her to make a polite exit. “Hey, Sarah, how's your day going?” asked Julie.
“Fine, Julie” she replied, looking down at her paperwork, “And yours?”
“Oh, wonderful, just getting started, you know. That's a great outfit by the way,” said Julie, noticing how pleasantly Sarah's dress embraced her firm tits and draped over her taut curvy ass.
“Thanks for noticing,” replied Sarah. “My husband brought it home from his last business trip to Milan.”
“Well, it works for you, that's for sure. Hey, a bunch of us are getting together after work tonight. Why don't you come out for a bit?”
“You know, Julie, I'm not sure I'm really in the mood for rainbow flags and drunken renditions of Indigo Girls' tunes today, but perhaps some other time.”
Julie pursed her lips and nodded. “Actually, Sarah, we were thinking more along the lines of chicken wings and pitchers of beer. We only bring out the other stuff for special occasions.” Julie turned to walk back toward Heather's desk. “By the way, your husband didn't need to fly all the way to Italy for that outfit. There's a Save-More right down on Jones Road.” Sarah glared at Julie as she laughed and walked away.
What a fucking bitch, thought Sarah, and felt embarrassed when the hardness of her face turned soft as she watched Julie's hips sway back and forth. Julie turned around once again, and Sarah could see her perky nipples graze on the inside of her thin blouse. Sarah started to get wet as she thought about Julie laying back and letting Sarah explore every inch of Julie's athletic body. She bit her lip as she imagined Julie pinning her down, and slowly working her way down to her well-lubricated pussy before giving Sarah the fuck of her lifetime.
“Not too bad of a recon mission, if I do say so myself,” said Julie, standing at Charles' door as Heather was sitting behind her supervisor's computer.
“Get in here, girl,” replied Heather, “And shut that fucking door.”
“Another S & L scandal in the works?” asked Julie.
“So much better … check out Mr. Riley's 'morning project',” Julie and Heather gazed wide-eyed at the videos as the scenes went on and became harsher.
“Oh my God,” replied Julie. “You think he's picturing you doing that shit to him.”
“Uh, yeah,” said Heather. “Check out the wet spots right here … and here … and here.”
“That's so fucking weird. How can you even stand to work under him?”
“I don't know, I mean, yes, it's a bit off the beaten path. But it's kind of cool, and flattering. I could see whipping him into shape.”
“He'd never ask you to do something like that,” said Julie, “He wouldn't even risk mentioning anything remotely close to it.”
“Probably not,” replied Heather. “Still, it's kind of a turn on, knowing that someone jacks off to you.”
“And they call us fucking degenerates,” laughed Julie. “Talk to you later on.”
“Okay, see you,” replied Heather, as she continued to watch Charles' porn in amazement.
Sarah, still caught up in her fantasy, didn't notice Mike come up from behind, and startled when he greeted her.
“Didn't mean to scare you like that,” said Mike. “Kind of a tense day around here, huh?”
“Yeah, and these queers don't make it any easier. Julie just hit on me, for God's sake!”
“I know what you mean,” replied Mike, as he saw Thomas wave to him. Mike gave a polite nod in return. “I've got my own little stalker to deal with.”
“I thought you guys were good friends. You all were in the same frat in college, right?”
“Things were different at BCU. Thomas was just another guy back then. Then one day, after we started working here, he comes out and expects me to be cool with it.”
“Why can't they just fucking keep quiet about it? Take Amanda. She's gay, I know she's gay, but she keeps it to herself. You wouldn't even know she plays for that team if you saw her on the street. It's like she's half straight inside or something.”
“Same thing with James,” replied Mike. “You don't hear a peep out of him about anything having to do with gay stuff. You know, but you'd never know.” Mike sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess that's just how things are nowadays, and gay is popular, so we've got to deal with it.”
“Yeppers,” replied Sarah, “Well, I've got to go. I'll see you at lunch, okay?” As she walked down the hall, Thomas came back around. “Thomas, your ears must have been burning,” said Sarah, “We were just chatting about you!”
“Really?” asked Thomas, “What about?”
“Oh, Mike will catch you up, I'm sure.” Sarah walked away and turned to point and blow a kiss to Mike with a laugh.
Mike smiled nervously as Thomas approached and greeted Mike with a firm handshake. Mike held Thomas' strong hand as he imagined it wrapped around his hard cock, and got a little weak in the knees when he thought about Thomas stroking his shaft while fucking him from behind. “Okay,” laughed Thomas, pulling his hand back. “So now that we've done the customary greeting thing, why am I the center of attention this fine day?”
“It's nothing really,” replied Mike. “We were just talking about frat days back at BCU.”
“Those sure were some good times at the Kappa house. Seems like a lot's changed in five years.”
“Maybe for some of us, it has,” said Mike.
“Look, why don't we ever just hang out and chill anymore. You know, some of us are getting together tonight, you should come along. There'll be plenty of chicks there to protect you from the big scary fag.”
“It's not that … it's ...” started Mike.
“Yeah, it is. It's just that. It's been that ever since the talk. I'd be lying if I said that if things were different, I wouldn't be into you, but I know you're straight, so that's that. Let's just be friends again.”
Mike sighed in frustration, as he really wanted to hang around with Thomas again, maybe in more ways than one. But he had a reputation to uphold, and it would be preserved even if friendships had to die. “Sorry, man,” he replied. “Things are different now, and they can't ever be the way they were.”
“Whatever,” said Thomas, “Look, if you change your mind, let me know.” Mike waved as he walked away from his former friend and turned the corner.
Thomas, reflecting on his lost friendship and days gone by, started to walk the other way down the hall, looking down the entire stroll until a sudden bump jarred him from his temporary blues. “Shit, Amanda,” he said, “I'm sorry, I wasn't even looking.”
“Sure you were,” replied Amanda, “You were looking for an answer to the question of Mike. The answer is he's a homophobic asshole. He's not going to change, Thomas. You have to let it go.”
“But that's the thing, he's not that hateful kind of guy. There's something inside of him that won't allow Mike to like me in any way. It's not like I want to fuck him or anything.”
“And yet, you wouldn't turn it down if you could, would you?”
Thomas laughed, “Well, of course not. But I'm not going to push it either, you know?” Thomas saw Nick rolling a dolly as he was on the far end of the hall. “Why can't Mike be like him?” asked Thomas. “Nick knows I'm gay, I know he's straight, and that's it. We can still chill out together.”
“Because,” said Amanda, “Mike's an asshole. He probably was an asshole back at BCU. You just happened to grow out of it.”
“Maybe you're right,” replied Thomas. “I'll see you around, okay?”
“Okay,” said Amanda. Thomas walked away as Nick approached Amanda. “Hey, good morning, Nick,” she said.
“Amanda, how's it going, beautiful?” Amanda blushed profusely at the compliment. “You know, one of these days I'm going to steal you away from all those women.” Amanda laughed and hugged Nick, feeling his hard pecs against her body, feeling small beads of sweat make their way from his chest to drip on her blouse. Amanda wanted to stay there forever, but had a bad relationship with a guy when she was younger and swore them off. Amanda pushed Nick back and nervously laughed.
“So what do you say, why don't we grab some dinner one night?” asked Nick. “I could really use some advice on women.”
Amanda felt herself getting a little moist. “Oh, I'm sure you've got no trouble landing one on your own.”
“Yeah, I do okay,” replied Nick. “So how about just dinner. You know, get to know each other a bit?”
“I'm really busy,” she said. “I've got a big group of friends and projects going on, and they ...”
“They'd kick you out of the group if, God forbid, you should be seen with a guy?”
“No, it's not that, it's just that things are kind of complicated right now in my life.”
“Cool,” smiled Nick, “Maybe some other time. Just don't make me wait too long, gorgeous.”
“Get out of here,” replied Amanda. “I'll see you around.”
“See you,” said Nick, heading past Amanda and towards the lobby.
Amanda stared down the hall, gazing at Nick as he got on the elevator. God, she thought, he is so fucking hot. I could really go for him if … if it wasn't for this lesbian thing. She leaned up against the wall and stared at the ceiling. Nope, that's it, she said to herself. I'm gay, women only, men off limits. Guys only hurt you.
“Penny for your thoughts,” said James, as he approached Amanda. Amanda looked up and smiled. “What's on your mind today?”
“Believe me, you wouldn't understand,” replied Amanda.
“You never know unless you give it a chance.”
“No, really … this one I've got to work out on my own.” Amanda gathered herself and headed back down the hall. “Thanks for trying anyway.”
“Yeah, sure thing,” replied James.
James heard a voice nearby. “Well, that was rather abrupt,” said Rebecca.
“I know, right?” replied James. “I don't know what's wrong with her today.”
“And yet you want to help her out,” said Rebecca, giving James a hug. “You are just the sweetest man. It's a shame you're gay.”
“Just the way things are … you can't change your life.”
“You've never even thought about it,” said Rebecca, running her fingers along James' chest. “Not even a little bit?” James became nervous at Rebecca's flirting. He had thought about it, in particular, he'd thought about Rebecca. They'd been friends all through high school and at college. He started to shake a little bit as she rubbed up and down his arms. “All these years,” asked Rebecca, sensing his passion, “you've never given the thought of being with a woman the slightest consideration?”
“No offense,” replied James, composing himself, “But the thought of being that way with a woman just really creeps me out. It's like spiders crawling on your skin or something.”
“Mmm,” said Rebecca, “Is that what's got you shivering?”
“Look, I'd be the luckiest guy in the world if I went that way,” replied James. “But you and I have know each other long enough. If it was meant to be, it would have already happened.”
“Well, maybe it's for the best,” sighed Rebecca. “But you can't blame a girl for trying, can you?”
“I'm flattered you do. It just can't be.”
“Okay,”she said. “No hard feelings. Friends?”
“Friends, always,” replied James.
“I'll chat with you later on,” said Rebecca, as she left James. Greg came walking down the hall and Rebecca stopped. “Greg, I need to get with you today and go over our spreadsheet for Thursday, okay?”
“Sounds good,” replied Greg. “Let's get together after lunch.” Greg headed into Lauren's office and greeted her with a kiss. “How's your day going today, sweetheart?”
“It would be a lot better if I could do away with the chatter out there,” replied Lauren. “All these people talk about and do revolves around sex! It's like working for Caligula Bank and Trust!”
Greg laughed. “Were we any different at their age?”
“Yeah, I think we were quite a bit different,” replied Lauren. “We've been married ten years now, have always had a great sex life, and don't feel the need to sleep with anyone else. We never have.”
“Different strokes, I guess,” said Greg.
Nick entered the room. “Oh, sorry to bother you two, I just need to fix this light fixture.”
“No problem at all,” replied Lauren, as she turned to talk to Greg again. Greg started discussing plans to head upstate for the color tour, but Lauren found herself drifting off in thought as she heard little grunts from Nick. She looked over at him, and then back to her husband and imagined the two of them taking her, using her for their sexual desires and then fulfilling her every need.
Nick called out on his two way radio. “Kyle, you there, buddy?”
“Yeah, what's up?” replied Kyle.
“I need you to bring over some connectors for Lauren's office. I don't have any handy.”
“I'll be right there, I've got a few in the bag and I'm on that floor.” Nick continued to hold the wiring for a few minutes before Kyle came in. “Excuse me, Greg,” he said.
“Sure, no big deal. Lauren, I'll talk with you more at lunch.”
“Okay, honey,” replied Lauren, as she found herself now between Nick and Kyle, and tried to contain herself. She imagined the same threesome, but without Greg, and then with Greg, and she became wetter and wetter as the scene played out in her head. She thought about being on all fours, sucking one while being fucked by the other, and then adding another guy to the mix and filling that tight ass of hers with hard cock. She started to feel guilty though, because she and Greg had always enjoyed a great physical and emotional life with one another. Still, she thought, there's something to be said for two, or maybe three, guys at one time.
Greg made a right after exiting his wife's office, and saw Heather and Rebecca approach him. “Greg,” said Heather. “Mr. Riley needs your proposal by Friday.
“And Greg,” added Rebecca, “I really need your assistance with this presentation. I just don't quite know how to work the fine details of the program You're the expert around here.
As Greg listened to their seductively young voices merge into one large sound, he too drifted off into his fantasy world. Greg imagined both of them backing him into an empty office, ripping their clothes off to reveal sexy lingerie and laying him down on the desk, one riding his throbbing shaft, the other sitting on his face. He pictured them moving their lips up and down either side of his hard cock and tugging on his sack, before begging to be fucked by him. “You're the only one who can do it right, baby,” Rebecca would say, as she bent over and positioned his dick inside of her while Heather sucked his balls, moving and pushing and tugging back and forth until he exploded deep inside Heather's soaking wet pussy.
“Uh, Greg … Greg?” said Rebecca. You've got to help me … you're the only one who can do it right.”
“Of course, right,” replied Greg, “Yeah, we'll get on that after lunch.” Greg gathered his files and headed down the hall.”
“Okay, that was strange,” said Rebecca.
“Not the weirdest thing I've seen here today,” said Heather. “Let's grab some food.”
* * * * *
The high noon hour found the South Bay employees heading down to the company cafeteria. Thomas was the first to enter and was sitting alone when Greg, Lauren, James, Sarah, Mike, and Amanda got out of the serving line. Mike left the line first and noticed Thomas sitting alone. Thomas waved and received a nervous smile from Mike. The others with trays came into the main room. “Hey, there's a big table over there,” said Mike, as all followed him and sat down. Thomas shook his head, but felt better as he noticed Rebecca, Kyle, Nick, Heather, and Julie heading towards his table to sit with him.
Mike started talking. “It's sad that the world is just like high school. We're divided up into little cliques just like we were back then.”
“It's just a matter of who you're comfortable being around,” replied Sarah. “That's how life and friendships go.”
“I agree,” added Lauren. “We're just more mature than some of the people around here.”
“I don't know if I'd go that far,” said James. “I think we're just a bit more conscious of what's appropriate and what's not.
“Exactly,” replied Amanda. “It doesn't matter if you're gay or straight, whatever you are, you know, just be respectful. I don't want to know any of your desires, and I really don't care to have you know mine.”
“And that's why we get along,” said Sarah. “We don't have to be all ghoulish about it.”
“Speaking of ghouls and such,” said Lauren, “What's everyone's plans for Halloween?”
“I don't know,” replied Mike. “Haven't really made any, I guess.” The others nodded their heads in agreement.
“Well, I've got an idea,” said Greg. “You all know how Lauren and I love the countryside this time of year. While we were researching, we came across the town of Bangher Creek that has a great little haunted house.”
“I don't know,” replied Amanda, “I can't stand the crowds at those things.”
“This one's different,” said Greg. “It's by reservation only, for groups of six, either singles or couples. They say they guarantee to guide everyone through their own personal Hell.”
“That's a little creepy, I mean, how would they know what scares you?” asked Sarah.
“The group gets together beforehand, and everyone writes down what they know about the other six persons' fears, anxieties, worries, stuff like that,” said Lauren. “The proprietors get the lists, and customize the experience to what each person is afraid of.”
“And it's not even that expensive, like forty bucks a person,” said Greg. “Most of the common props are already there, they just kind of rearrange it.”
“Sounds pretty cool,” said Mike.
“And I'll ask Mr. Riley when I see him this afternoon,” replied Lauren. “I know he's been dying to get out of the city. Besides, Greg and I can double up; we've been through everything else together.”
“Let's do it, then,” said Greg. “We'll meet at our place around six in the evening.”
Greg and Lauren and the others left their table and emptied their trays. They looked at their remaining co-workers with polite yet condescending smiles and left the area without saying a word. “You know,” said Heather, “There are other people besides the cool kids that like haunted houses.”
“Real fucking congenial of them to ask us along,” added Nick.
“Well, they did say it was for a limited number of people,” said Thomas.
“You're just being nice,” said Julie. “They'd figure out a way to be dicks if there was room for a hundred people.” Everyone at the table laughed.
“It does sound kind of cool, though,” said Rebecca. “Customizing a haunted evening just for you.”
“It is pretty neat,” said Heather. “I know exactly where that place is … went to high school about ten miles away from that town. I know the family that runs it.”
“I doubt they could really scare people all that much,” said Kyle. “The shit people are most afraid of is the stuff they never reveal.”
“Maybe not with words,” replied Thomas, “But what's the one thing that no one ever talks about, but most people can pick up on?”
“Sex kinks,” said Julie.
“Hidden desires,” added Kyle.
“Lewd and forbidden fetishes of the flesh,” said Rebecca. Everyone nodded in agreement. “Why not give them a night of horror by bringing theirs to the light of day?”
“That would be great!” said Nick. “So do you think we know enough about them to pull it off?”
“Well, one's easy enough, that's for sure,” replied Heather. “Chuckie Riley's a little bitch boy who wants to be punished. I've recently discovered that he jacks to mistress/slave porn every morning. I'll whip his ass into shape.”
“Yeah, Heather was just showing me his site a few hours ago,” said Julie. “Okay, so what else do we know. I catch Sarah checking me out all the time; she's begging for a woman's touch, I'll take her.”
“I think I'll be able to make Amanda switch teams, at least for a night,” added Nick. “She's my date.”
“You don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck James,” said Rebecca. “This night has been a long time coming.”
“Same for Mike and I,” replied Thomas. “He's been giving me looks ever since freshman year at BCU. I'll make his frat house fantasies come true.”
“Now that we've got the singles figured out,” said Julie, “what about our perfect little married couple?”
“You'll need a couple of blue-collars for that one,” said Nick. “Me and Kyle were fixing the lights in Lauren's office today and she couldn't keep her eyes off our packages. We'll handle her.”
“Damn right,” replied Kyle, giving Nick a high five.
“And straight-laced Greg's in for the fuck of his life,” said Heather. “Rebecca and I were talking with him in the hall and couldn't take his eyes off our tits!”
“Heather, you said you know the folks that operate that place,” said Thomas, “You think they'd be willing to let us take over for a night.”
“Well, they usually make about three hundred bucks from a full night,” replied Heather. “I think if we offered a hundred more, they'd be more than willing to stay home. I'll call them this afternoon.”
“Let's do this, guys,” said Nick. “We'll give them all a Halloween they'll never forget!”
* * * * *
Greg, Lauren and the rest of the gang were already on the road headed upstate towards Bangher Creek when the clock struck seven on All Hallows Eve. It was a dark and cold Saturday night, and although the night was quickly approaching, they could still make out the various shades of red, orange, and yellow in the trees lining the curvy road. There were little pumpkin and corn stalk decorations all over the winding highway, and as the sun was bidding goodnight to the pride of the Great Lakes, the travelers arrived at their destination.
The group exited Greg and Lauren's van and gazed upon the large, two story house. All parties looked at the wooden sign, with the words “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here” written in what looked to be blood. Mike laughed. “It's probably just red paint,” he said, as he glided his fingers over the letters, only to find it was very fresh, and very real, blood. “Jesus!” he yelped, jumping back a little.
“What's wrong, Mike,” laughed Charles, “Already tucking tail and running on us.”
“No sir, not at all,” replied Mike, “Let's do this thing.” Mike proceeded up the old wooden steps to the entrance of the house. They stood quietly at the door, all of them thinking about the fresh blood on the sign. After a few minutes, Charles grabbed the door handle. “Come on, kids,” he said. “What's the worst thing that could happen in here?” None of the others wanted to appear fearful in front of their boss, and so they quickly followed behind. Once inside the home, they looked around and found themselves in a rather large entryway, illuminated solely by candlelight. As they looked down, they noticed that most of the floor was made of iron grating. Directly in front of the group were six separate doors.
A loud, echoing voice filled the room. “Approach the doors, if you so dare.” The friends laughed out loud and ignored the invitation. “APPROACH THE DOORS!” ordered the voice, as a murder of crows poured down the stairway and filled the room with flapping wings screeching caws. The group quickly complied, and once each of them were standing directly in the bloody prints, with Lauren standing directly behind Greg, holding him tightly, a window opened and the birds made their exit into the night sky.
The voice continued. “Each of you comes here tonight to confront your fears. For the seven of you, those fears consist of your sexual desires unbeknownst to the world and even your closest companions. Behind your doors lie the passions you dare not share with others. Enter your doors now.”
The group stood in their respective places in complete silence, and after a minute or two had past, they all heard a loud shifting sound from above. They each looked up, and saw the ceiling open up in seven places, shortly followed by seven walls falling down around them, cutting off the singles and the one couple from each other. Each person in the group banged furiously on the walls that separated them.
“ENTER YOUR DOORS!” bellowed the voice, as flames rose through the iron floor, along with long spears, poking and prodding the visitors towards their respective destinations. Each entered the separate doorways, and as Charles ran for his door, he tripped on one of the spears, falling flat on the floor below. The last thing he recalled before passing out was being gently dragged into his own personal Hell.
* * * * *
Mike found his room to be devoid of light, and felt around for something familiar, or at least not covered in blood. As he prodded the darkness surrounding him, he came upon what felt like an old sofa. He guided his hands around its shape, and finally found the cushion of the seat. He felt a sense of relief, and as the lights came on in the room, calmness came over him looked around. Sweet, he thought, it looks like my old frat house. Mike saw posters and pennants from the old living room at the Kappa house. A small television came on and the channel immediately tuned to the BCU/BC State game when his school won their homecoming game. Mike felt a little more comfortable in this environment, and so he got up and started looking around. Hey, he said to himself, there's an old Kappa sweatshirt. Mike put on the warm garment and sat back down on the couch to enjoy the game. A few minutes passed, and the television turned itself off. Mike looked around for a few seconds, only to be startled by a creaking sound. Probably just these old floorboards, he thought, and continued to relax on the couch. As he was drifting off to sleep, a loud voice caused him to jump up. “Pledge!” the voice said, and Mike turned around to face a tall robed and hooded figure holding a wooden paddle.
“Hey, brother,” Mike replied, “What's happening?”
“Silence, pledge!” ordered the voice behind the robes. “Why do you disgrace the Kappa house by wearing the shirt you have not yet earned?”
“Look, I'm a Kappa … I'm BCU alumni.”
“Remove the shirt, assume the position, and repeat the phrase.”
“Just like freshman year,” laughed Mike, as he took off the Kappa shirt, positioned himself bent over the sofa and awaited his punishment.
The robed figure stood behind him and readied his device. “One!” it yelled, striking Mike directly on the backs of his legs.
“Kipsa! Kapsa! Kappa Tau! Thank you, sir, may I have two now!” screamed Mike.
“Two!” Another hit came across Mike's buttocks.
“Kipsa! Kapsa! Kappa Tau! Thank you, sir, may I have three now!” The paddling continued, with alternate hits to Mike's ass and legs, until all areas soon became reddened and sore.
“Nine!”
“Kipsa! Kapsa! Kappa Tau! Thank you, sir, may I have ten now!” yelled Mike. There was no hit this time, and no reply from the robed man. Mike knew this was serious frat business, so he dare not look around. Mike repeated his request in a louder voice. “Kipsa! Kapsa! Kappa Tau! Thank you, sir, may I have ten now!” Mike felt a presence from behind, and before he could turn around, a pair of hand grabbed hold of his jeans and underwear and pulled them forcefully to the ground. Mike felt vulnerable, yet completely aroused as he felt a slick, lubed up pair of fingers gently penetrate his asshole, while another firm hand grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly.