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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Nine

FLASHBACK: Lainey and Erica are on their fourth day of Concession week – as told by Erica Goldberg
I changed into my concession skirt that morning so that my parents didn’t notice. I would have been mortified if they found out what I was doing. I was sure my mom would have never let me follow through with any of it. Lainey was able to walk out of the house without panties wearing the skirt and a slutty red top with a bandana. Her parents were going through a rocky time in their relationship, and they had little time for her.
Every day of concession was an experience in humiliation at school. We weren't permitted to cross our legs in any of our classes. Dweebs and perverted boys knew this and tried to angle their chairs to look up our skirts while we sat in class. We didn't have to let them look. We just had to pretend not to care if they did.
The teachers were a mixed bag. Some of them would help us and tell the boys to turn around and look straight ahead. Some thought we brought this on ourselves by electing to wear the skirts to school. A few were deviously perverted and asked us to change seats to the front row.
I didn't care who saw me. I thought I was hot-shit. I had a slick, bald-pussy, and I was suddenly getting attention around the school. I thought I was already in Trilogy! It was my first dose of feeling beautiful. In reality, I was a mediocre, flat chested, pimple-faced girl with braces and huge glasses that chose not to wear panties to school. I just didn't see myself that way. I saw myself more like how I look now only with tits like my mom.
I was willing to flip my skirt up on command too. The wind did it more than I did. I still remember walking past the flag pole while the JROTC kids were raising the flag. They had their eyes on me more than they did what they were doing. I saluted and smiled as I held the skirt down after it blew up. I wore the butt plug too! I loved it. I even called him "Roger." The official name for the Trilogy butt plug is a corn cob. If a Leader asked to see it, I had to take it out and show it to her. I had to clean it with my throat before I could put it back in.
Leaders rarely asked to see it. Usually, during Lunch, is when they made a big deal out of it. We were permitted to sit outside in a fenced-in picnic area. It is almost never used. The school made it available as a means to keep the hazing hijinks to a minimum. The only teachers that came out there were usually friendly towards us and overlooked any of our behavior. In exchange, the teachers got to see hot, young teen ass. They were almost always male teachers.
It was expected that girls in concession sat on the hard cold stone picnic tables with their cunts and asses directly touching the stone. There were only six girls in concession now. Some of them hadn't been to the gym the first night. I assumed they merged us after girls fell out the first few nights.
I only knew them by names like 'Cum-hound' or 'Big-Butt.' They knew me as Fart Face, and as far as I was concerned, that wasn't so bad. There were girls with worse. I was certain if my little brother's heard the name, they'd never let me live it down. I was certain if anyone in my family knew any of what I was doing to get into Trilogy, they wouldn't understand how badly I wanted.
I didn't even realize I did until I got invited.
The Leaders had the right to order maagdelijk anywhere at any time. They liked to shout it on our faces as we ate during lunch most of all. Once we heard it, we all stood up and lifted our skirts high so that our pussy and ass crack was visible. We shouted "Trilogy" and waited to be told to sit again.
It was so surreal when I think back on it now. I had only been doing this three days, and yet it felt like a ritual I would do for the rest of my life. The Trilogy sisters who had passed concession didn't have to keep doing it. I knew most of them didn't wear panties and wore their butt plug because they said it was a tradition or a source of pride to them. I thought they were kidding at first.
I thought they just got off on the attention, but the girls showed me old black and white pictures from the 1950s and 60s when the Trilogy House was even more decadent. There were topless pictures of women who were probably older than my mom.
There was one picture that stood out. It was two shapely female students in nothing but a pair of Go-Go boots and long white gloves holding their ass cheeks apart. The girls had those big bouffant hairdos that were fashionable at the time. They were standing in the school parking lot with their legs spread apart. They looked like they might be dancing, but they were clearly shaking their asses, and I could see the round corn cob in between her ass cheeks. I could tell that neither of them had hair on their cunt.
I should mention that I found that word cunt to be abhorrent. It was one of the few dirty words, even my mom used sparingly. I was told that was what I had between my legs, and I needed to use that term all the time. It disgusted me and thrilled me to be so wicked. I used the term with pride after that.
They looked like uptight party girls that would date the preppy boys in a movie like National Lampoon's Animal House. Yet, they were both smiling like they didn't care; they were surrounded by dozens of students watching them shake their asses. They weren't just flipping up their skirts. They were fully naked in front of the school!
There were pictures of girls with huge tits in cages. They looked very inviting like they were hoping someone would open the cage and join them. They didn't look humiliated or uncomfortable. It seemed downright glamorous in a Mary Tyler Moore kind of way. I was disconnected from these people, and that time period. I didn't think any of that would apply any longer. This was the 1980s. I assumed there was no way the school would let me dance in the parking lot naked.
I was a shy, nerdy band geek up until that week. I felt like I was emerging from a cocoon, and somehow, this concession week was going to turn me into the most popular, dynamic, hottest girl's on campus. All I had to do was obey and get through the one week of concession!
After we finish with our lunch we take our tray to the garbage and curtsy as we dump it in the trash. Then we lift our skirts and pluck our corn cob out in front of everyone outside. We are expected to put it in our mouth and suck it like a lollipop until the end of lunch. The Leaders came around and told us how to use our tongues differently or taught us tricks to be able to deep throat the entire thing. It was still making me gag. They warned us that we needed to be able to take any dick down our throats to the balls or we'd never make it into the club.
I was desperate to learn how to do it. I thought it was something all women must know how to do but never talk about. I once saw the Leader put an entire corn dog down her throat up to the stick. I wanted to be able to do that just like her. She promised me if I could learn to wash a dick like her, then I could get anything I wanted out of life.
After school, the Leaders made us undress and wear diapers, baby bonnets and suck on a baby's binky while we sat in the back of an open pick-up truck. We were told we'd be sucking Beta cock for the first time tonight, and we'd be judged on how well we impressed them. They told us if we were lucky, we could suck their male pledge's dicks after they ate our pussies.
I told you earlier that I thought it was extremely wrong to have pre-marital sex. I had since shifted my outlook considerably. I was fine with oral sex. I was getting used to the idea that I'd eventually be fucked in the "Cum-hole" and "shit-hole" too. No one knew I was a virgin – or at least I don't think they did. I would never have asked my mom for birth control. I worried I'd get pregnant, but despite all those worries – I reported to the truck eagerly and changed into a diaper like an over-grown topless baby.
We drove through town, and anyone could have seen the ten topless pledges if they looked in the back of the truck. Lainey and I smiled like it was funny. I was scared and nervous, but Lainey's participation made it easier. I had someone who had my back with me. I couldn't call her Lainey even when we were at her house. I called her Clitosaurus or Clit for short. She called me Fart Face, and we joked about it.
If my brothers or just about anyone else had called me Fart Face, I would stomp them a new asshole. I found it funny now when she said it. Lainey was going through the same experience I was, and we bonded over the adrenalin from the pain and humiliation. It made the experience so much less scary to have a friend who was doing it with me.
"They probably had it worse in the old Quaker days," I joked to Lainey that the girls had to ride like this in the back of an old horse-drawn wagon through town.
"Is this even legal? Can't we be arrested for being topless?" another girl said while pulling her binky out of her mouth.
One of the other girls told her to tell the cop some bullshit about women's lib and feminism, and he'd let it slide.
"What if that doesn't work?" the nervous girl asked.
"Then offer to suck his dick," I remember that girl saying with a laugh that suggested she was serious.
It was there that I got the idea about using an excuse like feminism or liberalism to be topless. I didn't think that I'd ever had to use it, though. I also realized that the pretty girls in the back of that truck were a whole lot sluttier than me. On the way out to our destination, they all told stories about how many dicks they sucked. One white girl said she only liked black boys, and at first, everyone squealed. Then they started asking her about how much bigger their cocks were as they became more interested in doing the same thing.
We reached an old farmhouse that looked abandoned. This is the unofficial "Beta House" in its physical location. "Sluts out of the truck, every one of you strip!" a leader jumped out of the truck. It was my first time there, but it wouldn't be my last.
There was a small pigsty by the old shack. It just so happened there were six pigs rutting around in the mud. Each of them had our concession names spray-painted on their skin. I was afraid the plan was to spray paint us the same way. Did they think we were pigs too? Why would they make us feel like trash if they wanted us in their club? I shuddered, but Lainey looked amused they had gone to such trouble. She wasn't afraid at all. She unbuttoned her diaper. I have to admit, with our hairless pussies, we really did look like overgrown babies in them.
They led us single file barefoot and naked across the sticks and brambles towards the old farmhouse. It was secluded, but I still felt fully exposed. They brought us to six wooden saw boards. The wooden frames resembled traffic barriers, except the top was flat enough for someone to lie down on. They told us to lie across them so that our hands and legs hung down. It was obvious someone had been out here earlier and recently set this up.
The Leaders tied our wrists and ankles with rough leather straps to the wooden supports. My tits were pressed to the boards, and my ass was raised in the air. I was completely helpless and vulnerable. It dawned on me that they could leave me like this, and it would be days or weeks before someone might wander out here and find us.
Thoughts and doubts flashed through my mind. Why should I join a club that makes me feel like they might leave me in the woods? I didn't panic. I remained passive and compliant. There was no point in struggling against the bindings. The other girls didn't seem worried, so I didn't panic. It helped my nerves that the other pledges were so placid and accepting. I wondered if they saw us as pigs or sheep. I felt less than human, and the weird part I was mostly embarrassed that I was secretly enjoying it. I felt guilty because I shouldn't be, but it felt so naughty to be treated like this. I imitated a sheep "Baaaaaaaaa."
The other girls giggled at my joke, but the Leaders were not amused. They strapped our asses and told us we'd have something in our mouths soon enough. They quickly blindfolded us so that we couldn't see while poking and tickling us. It was mostly teasing and fun, but a few times, they pinched and slapped.
At the time, though, I had no idea if I'd ever GO home. I thought they might leave me out here like this. I thought they were going to reject me for my imperfections.
Two vans of boys pulled up, but we were far enough from the road that we didn't hear them arrive. They were laughing and chuckling as they walked over to where we were tied. There were at least a dozen male students from the Beta House. I distinctly heard Turbo and Hondo telling them that they were about to be introduced to some Trilogy "piggies."
They brought nine male pledges with them. I know there were exactly nine because I heard Turbo call their names. "Limp Dick, Pecker-wood, Maggot, Pimple, Gayboy, Shitstain, Fatboy, Buttface, and Dillhole! Remove your jockstraps and stand at attention while I check on your pigs!"
I couldn't see the boys, but I could only imagine they were removing their jockstraps and getting naked just like we had a few minutes earlier.
The male members of Beta House inspected us and walked up and down the line. They pulled our pussy flaps open, played with our butts, slapped our tits. There was nothing we could do. I felt so completely powerless for the first time in my life. Even if I told them to stop, they could have done anything they wanted to me.
I had consented to come out here. I had consented to get naked. I had consented to be tied to a wooden board. There would be no way I could even identify them except to say I knew a few of the voices that were there.
I was abjectly terrified and totally humiliated. The boys spit on my asshole and made fun of me. They pushed my nose up and pulled my hair while groping me. The thing is I didn't want them to stop. I was so caught up in the moment that my body was stimulated by the terror. I knew I was in danger, and yet I didn't struggle or tell anyone to stop. I didn't want them to stop.
The boys walked the line of girls and made fun of all of them. They laughed that one girl's boob was substantially smaller than the other. They shouted that one girl's pussy was fat and her clit was huge. I knew that was Lainey. They pulled her clit out and flicked it back and forth. I heard her giggle at first and yelp in pain a few times. They must have been squeezing or pinching it. They removed our butt plugs and made us clean them with our mouths before setting them to the side. "Don't worry, girls, your corn cobs will be safe!"
As the boys went down the line behind us, they spanked our asses with their hands, groped us, pulled our pussy lips apart, spit on them, and finger fucked us. I thought Josh was nice, but he sounded incredibly vindictive and sarcastic as he judged us for our imperfect bodies.
The thing was, at the time, I wanted to be judged and found to measure up. I just didn't realize it. My dream to belong to Trinity clouded my judgment. I believed I would suffer any indignity to join since the popularity and status of being a member meant so much to me for so long. I wanted Josh to come back and judge me even more harshly. I wanted him to tell me if my nipples were fat enough or long enough. I wanted him to tell me if my pussy was too big or my nose was cute.
They brought out wooden paddles, which I can only assume were oars from a rowboat. They used them to spank us and tried to stick the ends in our pussies. It was more painful than the hand spanking but less intense and personal.
There was something so shocking about a boy daring to hit me across my ass. The very concept that they could do this to me, and there was nothing I could do back was frustrating but arousing.
I was sweating and exhausted by the time they finished what they called the "warm-up."
I will never know whose cock I sucked that afternoon. He pulled my head up and plucked the corn cob out of my mouth like I was a mannequin. I sucked his dick for the first few minutes the way I had always done it. I set a steady, gentle pace and move my head up and down a few inches on his shaft. I was told I was an exceptional cock sucker.
I will never forget the surprise shock of being slapped in the face while I was blindfolded, so I didn't see it coming. "You suck dick like my Grandmother!" he said. I didn't recognize the voice. I wanted to figure out who he was because I genuinely wanted to get my revenge on him for daring to say that.
I was to say something snarky and ask him why he knew so much about what kind of head his grandmother when he grabbed my head and jerked my head back. I didn't have a chance to say anything at all except "urk-urk-urk" as I gasped for air. He plunged his cock into my throat and face fucked me. He pushed my nose up with his dirty fingers. I could smell my pussy juices on his hand as he squeezed my head and used my face as a toy. He kept trying to fuck my tonsils. I tried closing my mouth, but he fought me. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped my face with it. The sheer audacity of that move filled me with rage and adrenalin. I couldn't resist him though or fight back. I was tied to the wooden saw board, and the feeling of his dominating me overwhelmed me. I surrendered myself to it and accepted that this was just how it was now.
I heard girls starting to gag around me. They would struggle, sputter and gasp loudly until finally they wretched and vomited. I did my best to open my throat because the man who was using me intended to fuck it, whether I was ready for that or not. I thought he might just cut off my air supply. He was holding my nose closed and closing off my oxygen for short periods while slapping my face. Snot rolled out of my nose, and spit was running down my chin. I knew my make-up was running, and I was crying, but I was determined to make him cum. I thought if I can just make him cum before he lodges his dick in my throat, I'll survive. In the end, I puked all over his dick. It was disgusting, and it wasn't over.
In a few moments, I felt a hot spunk all over my face. It was the first time a boy came on my face. I really liked it despite how gross it felt dripping like warm butter down my chin.
I can't put into words how degraded and utterly defeated I felt right then. The concept that a boy would be so ungrateful I just sucked his dick that he shot his messy, sticky cum all over my face made me feel like a total whore. I was not angry with him for using my face as a cum rag. I was angry at myself for wanting to be a total whore and let him do it again.
I wanted to scream in rage, but I didn't. Instead, I licked my lips and tasted the semen mixed with sweat as it dripped off my nose.
"This one has potential," the guy said, and he patted me on the head and left.
He didn't want me or need me. He didn't tell me he loved me. He used me and discarded me like trash without another word after saying I had potential. I sucked several more cocks that day, and they all came over our faces.
The guys sometimes told me to blow cum bubbles with what dripped in my mouth, but rarely did any of them ever make me swallow. They all pulled out and shot their load in my hair and on my face.
Other guys played with our bodies and pulled our ass cheeks apart while we went down on their friends. It was blowing my mind that they would share me like that. I assumed they all had girlfriends. I wondered if their girlfriends even know they were there with us. I wondered if their girlfriends were some of the Beta girls?
I remembered hearing the pigs squeal quite a bit, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I wasn't from a farm and didn't know what pigs normally did. At some point, I heard Turbo tell the "pig fuckers" to come eat these dirty little "pig" pussies.
I wasn't sure if they meant us or the actual pigs rutting and squealing nearby!
I started to suspect the boy pledges had FUCKED those pigs. I felt sympathy for them. Sucking a boys cock even if he was choking you with it was a lot easier than fucking a pig. I was shocked when I felt a boy's tongue on my labia. He was awkward and sloppy about how he ate pussy. I could tell he must have been a little disgusted by how slick my pussy was. I was extremely wet and probably smelled like hot tuna.
The boy's head was pushed into my crotch by one of his Pledge Leaders. He forced his chin into my asshole and then thrust his tongue deep into my pussy well as if he was probing it. He tried to suck all my juices out and even used his teeth on my pussy. I didn't like that, and I grunted, but he couldn't hear me. His face was pressed into my crotch.
It was naughty and pleasurable, but it didn't cause me to orgasm. His head was abruptly jerked away, and then I felt a cool wash of air across my ass. I bucked a little to indicate I wanted him back while I continued sucking the dick in front of me. The guy using my face was pushing his hairy balls into my mouth and then withdrawing them. He was toying with me. He wasn't hard. I probably already sucked his dick once or twice that day, and he was tired.
In a few moments, another boy's face was thrust into my crotch. I knew because his face was shaped differently, and he was trying to connect the letters of the alphabet with his tongue. I could tell he was doing that by the time he reached the letter F.
Nine boys ate my pussy out that night, and by the time they were done I felt puffy and sore. I thought they were done with me.
I almost didn't notice when one of them started writing on me with magic marker. I would have protested except I had a dick down my throat at the time. How would I explain big letters written on my butt if my mom saw it? I knew it said "FART" on one cheek and "FACE" on the other by how he wrote it.
How dare he label me like a pig? It was another humiliation on top of so many.
When it was over, the boys left without so much as a thank you. The Leaders told us they would give us something for the "pain." I doubted it would help because they were sarcastic. A girl pinched my asshole, and then when I gasped, she dropped a tiny piece of Alka-Seltzer in my pussy.
It was a good thing they untied me after that because my body started to jerk and spasm in an uncontrollable orgasm as I fell on the ground. Foam fizzled out of my pussy like it was rabid. I tried to play with myself, but the leaders slapped my hands and told me to get myself together.
They told us to crawl behind them. All the girls were sweaty and had cum dripping off their faces and chin. They led us to the pigsty. Some of the pig's pussies did look well used, but I couldn't be sure if that wasn't the work of the male pig in the sty. The male pig bore the name "Clitosaurus" on his rump. I shuddered at the thought. I felt so disgusted and terrified that I was no longer amused.
The harsh reality of what they were doing to us dawned on me as they turned a powerful water hose on us. It seemed to spray more mud and pig shit up on to us. The Leader's laughed as they turned the hose on to our bodies. They told us we'd be spending the night in a cage, and we'd be picked up in the morning to go to school.
I remember having my eyes clothes as a full torrent of water blasted my tits and face. I reached out to Lainey and took her hand. I knew it was her just from how her hand felt in mine. I jerked her out of the stream of water and told her we had to get out of here.
"Why? Don't you want to be Trilogy?" she said. She sounded like a dumb bimbo to me. I no longer wanted to participate in these wicked games.
"Not if they make us do this to be a member! Come on, Lainey!" I implored her to leave. She pulled her hand out of mine and told me her name was Clitosaurus. I told her to suit herself, and then I jumped the fence and started running.
I cried, but I couldn't make Lainey leave if she didn't see what I saw. I thought the Leaders never intended us to be members anyway. They were just playing a sick game on us. None of my fellow pledges ever made it into Trilogy. It was the right thing to do to leave when I did. The real pledges follow a completely different concession to join Trilogy. Girls like us are just party favors for the final celebration when the real pledges join Trilogy and Beta House. I didn't know that at the time. I was conflicted. A part of me REALLY wanted to go back and stay in the cage with Lainey. It was too late, they'd never accept me, but a few times, I almost turned back to try to rejoin them. I desperately wanted to finish what I started. I wanted to be in Trilogy more than anything! I had already done so much. It seemed like a shame to quit now and lose everything I was working towards.
The Leaders didn't try to change my mind or stop me when I ran. They let me run and laughed as I ran off into the woods. I wandered lost, hungry, and alone for several hours, and it was probably 1am before I found an old gas station. My feet were sore from walking in the woods barefoot. I no longer cared if anyone saw me naked. I ran to the old payphone and made a collect call to the first number that came to mind. The one person I knew would understand and help me without question!

THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Nine

FLASHBACK: Lainey and Erica are on their fourth day of Concession week – as told by Erica Goldberg
I changed into my concession skirt that morning so that my parents didn’t notice. I would have been mortified if they found out what I was doing. I was sure my mom would have never let me follow through with any of it. Lainey was able to walk out of the house without panties wearing the skirt and a slutty red top with a bandana. Her parents were going through a rocky time in their relationship, and they had little time for her.
Every day of concession was an experience in humiliation at school. We weren't permitted to cross our legs in any of our classes. Dweebs and perverted boys knew this and tried to angle their chairs to look up our skirts while we sat in class. We didn't have to let them look. We just had to pretend not to care if they did.
The teachers were a mixed bag. Some of them would help us and tell the boys to turn around and look straight ahead. Some thought we brought this on ourselves by electing to wear the skirts to school. A few were deviously perverted and asked us to change seats to the front row.
I didn't care who saw me. I thought I was hot-shit. I had a slick, bald-pussy, and I was suddenly getting attention around the school. I thought I was already in Trilogy! It was my first dose of feeling beautiful. In reality, I was a mediocre, flat chested, pimple-faced girl with braces and huge glasses that chose not to wear panties to school. I just didn't see myself that way. I saw myself more like how I look now only with tits like my mom.
I was willing to flip my skirt up on command too. The wind did it more than I did. I still remember walking past the flag pole while the JROTC kids were raising the flag. They had their eyes on me more than they did what they were doing. I saluted and smiled as I held the skirt down after it blew up. I wore the butt plug too! I loved it. I even called him "Roger." The official name for the Trilogy butt plug is a corn cob. If a Leader asked to see it, I had to take it out and show it to her. I had to clean it with my throat before I could put it back in.
Leaders rarely asked to see it. Usually, during Lunch, is when they made a big deal out of it. We were permitted to sit outside in a fenced-in picnic area. It is almost never used. The school made it available as a means to keep the hazing hijinks to a minimum. The only teachers that came out there were usually friendly towards us and overlooked any of our behavior. In exchange, the teachers got to see hot, young teen ass. They were almost always male teachers.
It was expected that girls in concession sat on the hard cold stone picnic tables with their cunts and asses directly touching the stone. There were only six girls in concession now. Some of them hadn't been to the gym the first night. I assumed they merged us after girls fell out the first few nights.
I only knew them by names like 'Cum-hound' or 'Big-Butt.' They knew me as Fart Face, and as far as I was concerned, that wasn't so bad. There were girls with worse. I was certain if my little brother's heard the name, they'd never let me live it down. I was certain if anyone in my family knew any of what I was doing to get into Trilogy, they wouldn't understand how badly I wanted.
I didn't even realize I did until I got invited.
The Leaders had the right to order maagdelijk anywhere at any time. They liked to shout it on our faces as we ate during lunch most of all. Once we heard it, we all stood up and lifted our skirts high so that our pussy and ass crack was visible. We shouted "Trilogy" and waited to be told to sit again.
It was so surreal when I think back on it now. I had only been doing this three days, and yet it felt like a ritual I would do for the rest of my life. The Trilogy sisters who had passed concession didn't have to keep doing it. I knew most of them didn't wear panties and wore their butt plug because they said it was a tradition or a source of pride to them. I thought they were kidding at first.
I thought they just got off on the attention, but the girls showed me old black and white pictures from the 1950s and 60s when the Trilogy House was even more decadent. There were topless pictures of women who were probably older than my mom.
There was one picture that stood out. It was two shapely female students in nothing but a pair of Go-Go boots and long white gloves holding their ass cheeks apart. The girls had those big bouffant hairdos that were fashionable at the time. They were standing in the school parking lot with their legs spread apart. They looked like they might be dancing, but they were clearly shaking their asses, and I could see the round corn cob in between her ass cheeks. I could tell that neither of them had hair on their cunt.
I should mention that I found that word cunt to be abhorrent. It was one of the few dirty words, even my mom used sparingly. I was told that was what I had between my legs, and I needed to use that term all the time. It disgusted me and thrilled me to be so wicked. I used the term with pride after that.
They looked like uptight party girls that would date the preppy boys in a movie like National Lampoon's Animal House. Yet, they were both smiling like they didn't care; they were surrounded by dozens of students watching them shake their asses. They weren't just flipping up their skirts. They were fully naked in front of the school!
There were pictures of girls with huge tits in cages. They looked very inviting like they were hoping someone would open the cage and join them. They didn't look humiliated or uncomfortable. It seemed downright glamorous in a Mary Tyler Moore kind of way. I was disconnected from these people, and that time period. I didn't think any of that would apply any longer. This was the 1980s. I assumed there was no way the school would let me dance in the parking lot naked.
I was a shy, nerdy band geek up until that week. I felt like I was emerging from a cocoon, and somehow, this concession week was going to turn me into the most popular, dynamic, hottest girl's on campus. All I had to do was obey and get through the one week of concession!
After we finish with our lunch we take our tray to the garbage and curtsy as we dump it in the trash. Then we lift our skirts and pluck our corn cob out in front of everyone outside. We are expected to put it in our mouth and suck it like a lollipop until the end of lunch. The Leaders came around and told us how to use our tongues differently or taught us tricks to be able to deep throat the entire thing. It was still making me gag. They warned us that we needed to be able to take any dick down our throats to the balls or we'd never make it into the club.
I was desperate to learn how to do it. I thought it was something all women must know how to do but never talk about. I once saw the Leader put an entire corn dog down her throat up to the stick. I wanted to be able to do that just like her. She promised me if I could learn to wash a dick like her, then I could get anything I wanted out of life.
After school, the Leaders made us undress and wear diapers, baby bonnets and suck on a baby's binky while we sat in the back of an open pick-up truck. We were told we'd be sucking Beta cock for the first time tonight, and we'd be judged on how well we impressed them. They told us if we were lucky, we could suck their male pledge's dicks after they ate our pussies.
I told you earlier that I thought it was extremely wrong to have pre-marital sex. I had since shifted my outlook considerably. I was fine with oral sex. I was getting used to the idea that I'd eventually be fucked in the "Cum-hole" and "shit-hole" too. No one knew I was a virgin – or at least I don't think they did. I would never have asked my mom for birth control. I worried I'd get pregnant, but despite all those worries – I reported to the truck eagerly and changed into a diaper like an over-grown topless baby.
We drove through town, and anyone could have seen the ten topless pledges if they looked in the back of the truck. Lainey and I smiled like it was funny. I was scared and nervous, but Lainey's participation made it easier. I had someone who had my back with me. I couldn't call her Lainey even when we were at her house. I called her Clitosaurus or Clit for short. She called me Fart Face, and we joked about it.
If my brothers or just about anyone else had called me Fart Face, I would stomp them a new asshole. I found it funny now when she said it. Lainey was going through the same experience I was, and we bonded over the adrenalin from the pain and humiliation. It made the experience so much less scary to have a friend who was doing it with me.
"They probably had it worse in the old Quaker days," I joked to Lainey that the girls had to ride like this in the back of an old horse-drawn wagon through town.
"Is this even legal? Can't we be arrested for being topless?" another girl said while pulling her binky out of her mouth.
One of the other girls told her to tell the cop some bullshit about women's lib and feminism, and he'd let it slide.
"What if that doesn't work?" the nervous girl asked.
"Then offer to suck his dick," I remember that girl saying with a laugh that suggested she was serious.
It was there that I got the idea about using an excuse like feminism or liberalism to be topless. I didn't think that I'd ever had to use it, though. I also realized that the pretty girls in the back of that truck were a whole lot sluttier than me. On the way out to our destination, they all told stories about how many dicks they sucked. One white girl said she only liked black boys, and at first, everyone squealed. Then they started asking her about how much bigger their cocks were as they became more interested in doing the same thing.
We reached an old farmhouse that looked abandoned. This is the unofficial "Beta House" in its physical location. "Sluts out of the truck, every one of you strip!" a leader jumped out of the truck. It was my first time there, but it wouldn't be my last.
There was a small pigsty by the old shack. It just so happened there were six pigs rutting around in the mud. Each of them had our concession names spray-painted on their skin. I was afraid the plan was to spray paint us the same way. Did they think we were pigs too? Why would they make us feel like trash if they wanted us in their club? I shuddered, but Lainey looked amused they had gone to such trouble. She wasn't afraid at all. She unbuttoned her diaper. I have to admit, with our hairless pussies, we really did look like overgrown babies in them.
They led us single file barefoot and naked across the sticks and brambles towards the old farmhouse. It was secluded, but I still felt fully exposed. They brought us to six wooden saw boards. The wooden frames resembled traffic barriers, except the top was flat enough for someone to lie down on. They told us to lie across them so that our hands and legs hung down. It was obvious someone had been out here earlier and recently set this up.
The Leaders tied our wrists and ankles with rough leather straps to the wooden supports. My tits were pressed to the boards, and my ass was raised in the air. I was completely helpless and vulnerable. It dawned on me that they could leave me like this, and it would be days or weeks before someone might wander out here and find us.
Thoughts and doubts flashed through my mind. Why should I join a club that makes me feel like they might leave me in the woods? I didn't panic. I remained passive and compliant. There was no point in struggling against the bindings. The other girls didn't seem worried, so I didn't panic. It helped my nerves that the other pledges were so placid and accepting. I wondered if they saw us as pigs or sheep. I felt less than human, and the weird part I was mostly embarrassed that I was secretly enjoying it. I felt guilty because I shouldn't be, but it felt so naughty to be treated like this. I imitated a sheep "Baaaaaaaaa."
The other girls giggled at my joke, but the Leaders were not amused. They strapped our asses and told us we'd have something in our mouths soon enough. They quickly blindfolded us so that we couldn't see while poking and tickling us. It was mostly teasing and fun, but a few times, they pinched and slapped.
At the time, though, I had no idea if I'd ever GO home. I thought they might leave me out here like this. I thought they were going to reject me for my imperfections.
Two vans of boys pulled up, but we were far enough from the road that we didn't hear them arrive. They were laughing and chuckling as they walked over to where we were tied. There were at least a dozen male students from the Beta House. I distinctly heard Turbo and Hondo telling them that they were about to be introduced to some Trilogy "piggies."
They brought nine male pledges with them. I know there were exactly nine because I heard Turbo call their names. "Limp Dick, Pecker-wood, Maggot, Pimple, Gayboy, Shitstain, Fatboy, Buttface, and Dillhole! Remove your jockstraps and stand at attention while I check on your pigs!"
I couldn't see the boys, but I could only imagine they were removing their jockstraps and getting naked just like we had a few minutes earlier.
The male members of Beta House inspected us and walked up and down the line. They pulled our pussy flaps open, played with our butts, slapped our tits. There was nothing we could do. I felt so completely powerless for the first time in my life. Even if I told them to stop, they could have done anything they wanted to me.
I had consented to come out here. I had consented to get naked. I had consented to be tied to a wooden board. There would be no way I could even identify them except to say I knew a few of the voices that were there.
I was abjectly terrified and totally humiliated. The boys spit on my asshole and made fun of me. They pushed my nose up and pulled my hair while groping me. The thing is I didn't want them to stop. I was so caught up in the moment that my body was stimulated by the terror. I knew I was in danger, and yet I didn't struggle or tell anyone to stop. I didn't want them to stop.
The boys walked the line of girls and made fun of all of them. They laughed that one girl's boob was substantially smaller than the other. They shouted that one girl's pussy was fat and her clit was huge. I knew that was Lainey. They pulled her clit out and flicked it back and forth. I heard her giggle at first and yelp in pain a few times. They must have been squeezing or pinching it. They removed our butt plugs and made us clean them with our mouths before setting them to the side. "Don't worry, girls, your corn cobs will be safe!"
As the boys went down the line behind us, they spanked our asses with their hands, groped us, pulled our pussy lips apart, spit on them, and finger fucked us. I thought Josh was nice, but he sounded incredibly vindictive and sarcastic as he judged us for our imperfect bodies.
The thing was, at the time, I wanted to be judged and found to measure up. I just didn't realize it. My dream to belong to Trinity clouded my judgment. I believed I would suffer any indignity to join since the popularity and status of being a member meant so much to me for so long. I wanted Josh to come back and judge me even more harshly. I wanted him to tell me if my nipples were fat enough or long enough. I wanted him to tell me if my pussy was too big or my nose was cute.
They brought out wooden paddles, which I can only assume were oars from a rowboat. They used them to spank us and tried to stick the ends in our pussies. It was more painful than the hand spanking but less intense and personal.
There was something so shocking about a boy daring to hit me across my ass. The very concept that they could do this to me, and there was nothing I could do back was frustrating but arousing.
I was sweating and exhausted by the time they finished what they called the "warm-up."
I will never know whose cock I sucked that afternoon. He pulled my head up and plucked the corn cob out of my mouth like I was a mannequin. I sucked his dick for the first few minutes the way I had always done it. I set a steady, gentle pace and move my head up and down a few inches on his shaft. I was told I was an exceptional cock sucker.
I will never forget the surprise shock of being slapped in the face while I was blindfolded, so I didn't see it coming. "You suck dick like my Grandmother!" he said. I didn't recognize the voice. I wanted to figure out who he was because I genuinely wanted to get my revenge on him for daring to say that.
I was to say something snarky and ask him why he knew so much about what kind of head his grandmother when he grabbed my head and jerked my head back. I didn't have a chance to say anything at all except "urk-urk-urk" as I gasped for air. He plunged his cock into my throat and face fucked me. He pushed my nose up with his dirty fingers. I could smell my pussy juices on his hand as he squeezed my head and used my face as a toy. He kept trying to fuck my tonsils. I tried closing my mouth, but he fought me. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped my face with it. The sheer audacity of that move filled me with rage and adrenalin. I couldn't resist him though or fight back. I was tied to the wooden saw board, and the feeling of his dominating me overwhelmed me. I surrendered myself to it and accepted that this was just how it was now.
I heard girls starting to gag around me. They would struggle, sputter and gasp loudly until finally they wretched and vomited. I did my best to open my throat because the man who was using me intended to fuck it, whether I was ready for that or not. I thought he might just cut off my air supply. He was holding my nose closed and closing off my oxygen for short periods while slapping my face. Snot rolled out of my nose, and spit was running down my chin. I knew my make-up was running, and I was crying, but I was determined to make him cum. I thought if I can just make him cum before he lodges his dick in my throat, I'll survive. In the end, I puked all over his dick. It was disgusting, and it wasn't over.
In a few moments, I felt a hot spunk all over my face. It was the first time a boy came on my face. I really liked it despite how gross it felt dripping like warm butter down my chin.
I can't put into words how degraded and utterly defeated I felt right then. The concept that a boy would be so ungrateful I just sucked his dick that he shot his messy, sticky cum all over my face made me feel like a total whore. I was not angry with him for using my face as a cum rag. I was angry at myself for wanting to be a total whore and let him do it again.
I wanted to scream in rage, but I didn't. Instead, I licked my lips and tasted the semen mixed with sweat as it dripped off my nose.
"This one has potential," the guy said, and he patted me on the head and left.
He didn't want me or need me. He didn't tell me he loved me. He used me and discarded me like trash without another word after saying I had potential. I sucked several more cocks that day, and they all came over our faces.
The guys sometimes told me to blow cum bubbles with what dripped in my mouth, but rarely did any of them ever make me swallow. They all pulled out and shot their load in my hair and on my face.
Other guys played with our bodies and pulled our ass cheeks apart while we went down on their friends. It was blowing my mind that they would share me like that. I assumed they all had girlfriends. I wondered if their girlfriends even know they were there with us. I wondered if their girlfriends were some of the Beta girls?
I remembered hearing the pigs squeal quite a bit, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I wasn't from a farm and didn't know what pigs normally did. At some point, I heard Turbo tell the "pig fuckers" to come eat these dirty little "pig" pussies.
I wasn't sure if they meant us or the actual pigs rutting and squealing nearby!
I started to suspect the boy pledges had FUCKED those pigs. I felt sympathy for them. Sucking a boys cock even if he was choking you with it was a lot easier than fucking a pig. I was shocked when I felt a boy's tongue on my labia. He was awkward and sloppy about how he ate pussy. I could tell he must have been a little disgusted by how slick my pussy was. I was extremely wet and probably smelled like hot tuna.
The boy's head was pushed into my crotch by one of his Pledge Leaders. He forced his chin into my asshole and then thrust his tongue deep into my pussy well as if he was probing it. He tried to suck all my juices out and even used his teeth on my pussy. I didn't like that, and I grunted, but he couldn't hear me. His face was pressed into my crotch.
It was naughty and pleasurable, but it didn't cause me to orgasm. His head was abruptly jerked away, and then I felt a cool wash of air across my ass. I bucked a little to indicate I wanted him back while I continued sucking the dick in front of me. The guy using my face was pushing his hairy balls into my mouth and then withdrawing them. He was toying with me. He wasn't hard. I probably already sucked his dick once or twice that day, and he was tired.
In a few moments, another boy's face was thrust into my crotch. I knew because his face was shaped differently, and he was trying to connect the letters of the alphabet with his tongue. I could tell he was doing that by the time he reached the letter F.
Nine boys ate my pussy out that night, and by the time they were done I felt puffy and sore. I thought they were done with me.
I almost didn't notice when one of them started writing on me with magic marker. I would have protested except I had a dick down my throat at the time. How would I explain big letters written on my butt if my mom saw it? I knew it said "FART" on one cheek and "FACE" on the other by how he wrote it.
How dare he label me like a pig? It was another humiliation on top of so many.
When it was over, the boys left without so much as a thank you. The Leaders told us they would give us something for the "pain." I doubted it would help because they were sarcastic. A girl pinched my asshole, and then when I gasped, she dropped a tiny piece of Alka-Seltzer in my pussy.
It was a good thing they untied me after that because my body started to jerk and spasm in an uncontrollable orgasm as I fell on the ground. Foam fizzled out of my pussy like it was rabid. I tried to play with myself, but the leaders slapped my hands and told me to get myself together.
They told us to crawl behind them. All the girls were sweaty and had cum dripping off their faces and chin. They led us to the pigsty. Some of the pig's pussies did look well used, but I couldn't be sure if that wasn't the work of the male pig in the sty. The male pig bore the name "Clitosaurus" on his rump. I shuddered at the thought. I felt so disgusted and terrified that I was no longer amused.
The harsh reality of what they were doing to us dawned on me as they turned a powerful water hose on us. It seemed to spray more mud and pig shit up on to us. The Leader's laughed as they turned the hose on to our bodies. They told us we'd be spending the night in a cage, and we'd be picked up in the morning to go to school.
I remember having my eyes clothes as a full torrent of water blasted my tits and face. I reached out to Lainey and took her hand. I knew it was her just from how her hand felt in mine. I jerked her out of the stream of water and told her we had to get out of here.
"Why? Don't you want to be Trilogy?" she said. She sounded like a dumb bimbo to me. I no longer wanted to participate in these wicked games.
"Not if they make us do this to be a member! Come on, Lainey!" I implored her to leave. She pulled her hand out of mine and told me her name was Clitosaurus. I told her to suit herself, and then I jumped the fence and started running.
I cried, but I couldn't make Lainey leave if she didn't see what I saw. I thought the Leaders never intended us to be members anyway. They were just playing a sick game on us. None of my fellow pledges ever made it into Trilogy. It was the right thing to do to leave when I did. The real pledges follow a completely different concession to join Trilogy. Girls like us are just party favors for the final celebration when the real pledges join Trilogy and Beta House. I didn't know that at the time. I was conflicted. A part of me REALLY wanted to go back and stay in the cage with Lainey. It was too late, they'd never accept me, but a few times, I almost turned back to try to rejoin them. I desperately wanted to finish what I started. I wanted to be in Trilogy more than anything! I had already done so much. It seemed like a shame to quit now and lose everything I was working towards.
The Leaders didn't try to change my mind or stop me when I ran. They let me run and laughed as I ran off into the woods. I wandered lost, hungry, and alone for several hours, and it was probably 1am before I found an old gas station. My feet were sore from walking in the woods barefoot. I no longer cared if anyone saw me naked. I ran to the old payphone and made a collect call to the first number that came to mind. The one person I knew would understand and help me without question!
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