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Freewill 504: Frat Party
By: Chris A
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Part II:
My name is Leslie and I was in my final year at state. Up to this point I had had a very quiet college career. I was never one to go in big for all the partying and stuff that went on on campus. So it was a considerable effort for me to go with my roommates to the party over at Beta house. They had been talking about it for weeks, and even though a quiet night at home was infinitely more appealing to me, I agreed to go. We arrived early, probably a little after 7, and found that their were only about 10 guests there, besides the Betas themselves. I had a drink, which I didn't want, but by carrying it around, no one felt the need to put another in my hand. We mingled for an hour, when the place started to fill up, that's when I first noticed that Scott was there. We had gone out for a few weeks my junior year, but I found that I couldn't stand him and had broken things off.
He had pestered me for almost six months to go out with him after that, but despite my rejections, he continued to pursue me. I guess in time he realized that I had no interest in dating him and he vanished from my life, but now there he was. I stayed in my group of friends, and tried not to notice him. He was with his circle of friends and he didn't make any effort to engage me in a conversation. Thank God.
By ten o'clock, the house was packed. Amongst the sounds of the blaring music and voices calling to each other across the room, I heard Scott say hello. I turned and found him standing next to me. We exchanged pleasantries, and he apologized for the way he had pestered me the previous semester. As a sign of good faith, he handed me a beer and promised that it would never happen again. I accepted the beer and the two of us watched the mass of people dancing.
At eleven o'clock, the President of Beta House stood up on the stairs in the entrance way and announced that the Beta house auction would be starting. It seemed that the university had inspected the property and unless certain repairs were made the house would be shut down. In order to raise money, the house was going to auction off some of the junk the members had collected over the years to help offset the cost of the repairs. The guests bid on all sorts of things, most of which had been stolen from around the campus. There was quite an impressive pile of things set to be sold. I stood in the company of my friends, having ditched Scott about half an hour ago. We laughed and screamed as the items were one by one sold off.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and once again there was Scott.
"Come with me." He began.
Immediately, I moved away from my friends and followed him into the kitchen. The room was empty and I had ho idea why I had even come in here with him.
"What did you want?" I asked.
"Ten minutes after we go back out there, I want you to go up to the guy running the auction and tell him you want to auction off your clothes."
"You're crazy." I answered.
"I want you to auction off everything. Once you're naked, you will make no effort to conceal yourself. I want you to go about having a good time at the party. If anyone touches you, you won't stop them."
"I'm not doing that." I answered.
"You won't remember having this conversation, you will think the entire thing is you're idea." Finished Scott as he turned and left the kitchen.
I waited for a second, before also leaving the room, not exactly sure why I had come into the kitchen by myself. I moved back into my circle of friends and watched the proceedings. It was a short time later that I had an idea. I began to push my way forward toward the staircase. Once I broke free from the mass of people centered around the stairs, I bounded up to the guy with the microphone.
"What can I do for you?" he began, covering the microphone.
"I want to auction off my clothes." I began, unable to supress the desire to make the offer.
He uncovered the mike and began to the crowd. "OK everyone, this young lady would like to help our effort to raise money by selling her clothes."
A huge cheer went up from the crowd. I looked around a little unsure of why I was doing this, but I had thought it was a good idea. He started the bidding with my shoes. They weren't big sellers, and for the sum of three dollars, they were sold to one of my roommates. She came forward and gave him the money and in return I removed my shoes and handed them to her. She smiled at me and ran back into the crowd.
The auctioneer enticed the crowd to choose what was next, my sweater or my jeans. There were voices calling from all directions, mentioning every article of clothing I was wearing. Finally he hushed the crowd and announced that my jeans were now for sale. He asked me to model them, and for some reason I felt compelled to model them for the group. The group erupted in applause. The bidding started low, but quickly it reached 25 dollars. He had to prod at them a little, but the bidding would go no higher than 28 bucks. The high bidder came up on the stairs and paid the auctioneer. He looked at me and very self- consciously, I undid the button on my jeans. It felt like it took an eternity for me to lower the zipper. I didn't want to do this anymore, but none the less I couldn't stop myself from pushing my jeans down off of my hips. Once they were in a bunch at my feet I stepped out of them and handed the jeans to the bidder. My sweater hung down covering my panties, but I still felt very self- conscious standing there half naked in front of a room full of people. I wanted to tell the auctioneer that I didn't want to do this anymore, but I was unable to say the words.
Now the cheering was at a fever pitch. All the guys were screaming for me to sell my panties next, but the auctioneer was not playing into their hands. He announced that my sweater was the next item up for sale. Once again the bidding started. Both girls and guys were calling out numbers for my sweater. The final bid was 21 dollars. The auctioneer announced the winning bid and the girl who made the offer came forward. She paid the money and extended her hand waiting for my sweater. I was hesitant at first, and in the background I could hear the assembled group chanting for me to take it off. Unable to stop myself I gripped the bottom of my sweater and lifted it up. I pulled it over my head and handed it to the waiting girl. My arms relaxed at my sides making no effort to conceal myself dressed in light blue panties and bra.
The auctioneer leaned over to me and asked me what size bra I wore. He held the microphone in front of me. I could barely squeak out 36C. He backed away and announced that the next item was a 36C bra. A tremendous cheer went up from the crowd. The bidding started at 5 dollars, and quickly it went around the room moving up a dollar at a time. Once again, plenty of women were making offers, probably more than the guys. The bidding briefly stalled at 17 dollars, but quickly it was on the move again. From this point on it was only the guys voices that I heard. The bidding went higher than the previous two items, and it wasn't until it got to 31 dollars that it stopped. The auctioneer tried to elicit a higher bid, but 31 was as high as it was going. He announced that it was sold and a cheer went up. The guy who made the did emerged from the crowd with his arms thrust in the air. He fished out the money and handed it to the auctioneer. The two of them, along with all the eyes in the room turned to me. I was in a daze and barely aware that my hands were now fumbling with the clasp on my bra. My hands were shaking so bad that I was barely able to undo it. I felt the bra strap go slack. I slowly slid the straps off my shoulders and allowed the garment to slide down into my hands. The roar from the group was almost deafening. I passed the bra to the bidder and stood there with my arms at my side.
I saw the flash of a camera go off several times, but I did nothing to conceal my breasts. My arms were paralyzed at my sides. The auctioneer began again, over the noise of the crowd. I was so embarrassed. I had no idea why I had volunteered to do this. For the first time since I'd been up there I noticed a guy with a camcorder, recording this for replay at future parties. I wanted nothing more than to run up the stairs and hide, but I was frozen in place. The bidding for my panties started at 20 dollars and there were no takers. He dropped the bid to 10 and finally to 5 before someone spoke up. Once the initial bid was made it moved quickly back toward the 20 dollar mark. It stalled twice, once at 19 and then again at 23. It moved again briefly, but once it reached 26, it would go no further. He tried in vain to get more money, but in the end, 26 was it. A round of applause went up as the guy who made the bid ascended the stairs. He paid the bid and waited for me to hand over my panties. As much as I didn't want to do it, my thumbs hooked the sides of my panties and began pushing them down. The flash from the camera was blinding me. Once I had pushed my panties to mid- thigh, gravity took over and they fell harmlessly to the floor. I picked them up and passed them to the guy. With his prize in hand he moved back to his waiting friends.
The cheering from the crowd was louder than ever, as I stood there frozen. The auctioneer announced that I had helped raise over a hundred dollars for the house and this brought forth another round of applause. With my clothes gone I walked down the stairs, wanting nothing more than getting back to my group of friends. Scott was the first one I encountered when I reached the base of the stairway.
"Did you have fun?" he began
"I..." I stopped there not knowing what to say. I could feel the eyes of the room on me.
"You don't have to answer that, you had fun. And you will continue to have fun tonight."
"It was fun." I answered weakly.
"You will have no desire to leave this party just yet. You will wait until I tell you it's time to leave."
I heard the words he was saying and as much as I didn't want this to be so, I suddenly felt compelled to stay.
"OK." I answered
"Let's take a walk." Scott resumed, as he headed off toward the kitchen again.
I feel in behind him and the two of us entered the kitchen. There were several guys in the room and upon my entrance, they immediately focused their attention on me. Scott led me off to the side of the room where no one else could hear and very softly he began.
"I case you're wondering what's going on, I'll tell you. The beer you drank had an experimental d**g in it called Freewill 504. The effects of the d**g last three hours, and during that time any suggestion that's put in your head will seem like a good one and you'll act on it."
"Is that why I did this?" I asked completely shocked.
"Sure, I can have you do anything I want." He answered very confidently.
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing, just to watch you have fun tonight. I'm not going to turn you into a raging sex machine, even though it would be as easy as saying that. Nah, I just wanna have some fun with you."
"But why?" I asked trembling. As much as I wanted to not believe what he was saying, I knew it to be true.
"Just for fun."
"You're sick." I replied.
"You should watch saying that kind of thing or I'll put the idea in your head to give 5 dollar blowjobs to who ever wants one." He threatened.
"I'm sorry." I answered.
"That's better, now here's what you're going to do. Your going to stay at this party for a couple of hours longer. During that time you will decline any clothing that's offered to you. You will simply say that you don't mind being naked. Second, whenever you move through the crowd, you will walk with your arms over your head. If someone touches you, you will not make an effort to stop them. Third, you will make no effort to conceal yourself. Do you understand."
I couldn't answer, I could only nod.
"Now, I'm not completely cruel and to prove this, I will tell you this. If anyone propositions you for sex you will have the ability to say no. Unless, of course, you really want to. Other than that, their wish is your command. Now get out there and have fun. Oh, and you will have no memory of this conversation. Now wait 30 seconds and then go back into the living room."
With that said Scott, left me standing there alone. I looked over at the three guys eyeing me up. The situation seemed just as awkward for them as it did for me. I counted the seconds off in my head, and when I reached 30, I started for the door. I was almost out of the kitchen, when one of them called for me to stop. I froze in the doorway. Very slowly I turned around and faced the three of them.
"Don't leave, why don't you hang out in here with us for a little while." One of them began. Unable to say no, I walked back across the kitchen to where the three of them were standing. I stayed a fair distance away, keeping the counter between them and me.
"What's your name?"
"Leslie." I answered.
"Hi Leslie. I'm Doug, and this is Rob and Mike."
"Nice to meet you." I answered, even though under the circumstances, it wasn't.
"Here, have a drink." Offered Mike.
"No thanks."
"C'mon, drink one." Mike persisted.
Unable to resist his suggestion, I took the drink in my hand and drank it down. I don't know what it was, but it burned my throat and made me want to cough. I guess they noticed this and one of the other guys slid a beer across the counter to me. I accepted it and took a long drink, trying to kill the taste of the first one.
"I'll tell you what." Began the Rob "For not wanting a drink, you sure poured that one down."
"No reason to prolong it." I answered.
"Here, have another, I'm buying." Said Rob, pouring a drink from the bottle on the counter. When the glass was full he pushed it toward me.
I took the glass and poured it down, just like I had the first. This one was much worse, since it was straight liquor with no mix in it. I immediately picked my beer up again and took a drink. The three of them were amazed at the way I just poured down the drinks.
"I guess it's my turn." Started Doug. "Have one on me too."
"OK."
I watched as he refilled the glass much higher than it was before. He slid the drink over to me and I graciously accepted it. I looked at the three of them and gulped down the third drink. Again I had to take a drink of my beer to kill the taste.
"Amazing." Complemented Mike.
"Thanks."
"So do you do this kind of thing often?" asked Rob
"Not really." I answered a little embarrassed.
A silence fell over the room. I absently sipped at my beer, hoping they wouldn't make me drink any more. I could already feel myself getting a little buzzed. There was a little small talk, but as soon as my beer was done I told them I was going to head back to the party. They told me to come back in a little while and I assured them I would. With that said, I walked out of the kitchen. The crowd was still gathered around the stairs, as the auction continued, but they just weren't into it they way they had been for my clothes. When I got to the dense part of the crowd, I put my arms over my head, exposing myself fully and pushed into the masses. I felt hands brush against me, grabbing at my tits as I passed. I did nothing to stop them, but continue along my way. I reached my friends and the three of them looked at me like I was crazy.
"I never would have imagined you doing something like that." Started Paula.
"I just thought it would be fun." I answered.
"Do you want my jacket or something?" offered Beth
As much as I wanted to scream hell yes, I answered, "No thanks, I kind of like being naked."
"God girl, you are crazy."
"Just having fun."
"If you call stripping at a frat party fun." Beth continued.
"Just something I felt like doing."
"Well look, we're gonna get going. Paula wants to get something to eat."
"OK. I think I'm gonna stay for a while."
"Are you sure?" asked Debbie
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Allright." Answered Beth, unsure of my motives. I just wished they would have told me to leave with them.
"We'll see you at home later OK?"
"Allright, I won't be out too late." I assured them.
"Be careful." Warned Debbie as the three of them started for the door.
"I will."
I watched helplessly as the three of them vanished into the mass of people. I wasn't alone for long though. A couple of guys came over to me and tried to make small talk. Before too long the camcorder guy was there filming the whole thing. I wanted nothing more than to get back into the relative emptiness of the kitchen, but I just couldn't disengage myself from the two of them.
"Take a picture with me." Began Ted.
"OK."
He called for Eddie, the guy with the camera to come over. The camcorder guy was still there filming away. Ted put his arm around me and Eddie took the picture. The idea really caught on and before too long there was a line of guys waiting to have their picture taken with me. One by one I posed with each of them. At first it wasn't bad, other than the complete embarrassment. Then one guy had his picture taken while holding a handful of breast. I offered no protest, so all those who followed had their pictures taken grabbing me in some way. I guessed in the morning, I would have to transfer to another school. There would be no way I could live this down.
It came as a welcome relief when Eddie said he was out of film. I took that opportunity to say I had to go to the bathroom. I put my arms over my head and pushed into the crowd. The hands grabbing for me were much more aggressive this time. Every part of me was groped and fondled. My nipples were pulled and twisted, and yet I could do nothing to stop them. I was never happier than when I finally made it back into the kitchen.
"Oh my God, you came back." Began Rob
"I told you I would."
"We were just about to move this party outside, why don't you come with us?" asked Mike. I thought about it for a second. Would I rather take my chances with these three guys alone, or go back into the other room.
"I'd like that."
"Cool." Answered Doug with a smile.
They picked up a couple of six packs and the bottle from the counter and I followed the three of them out the kitchen door onto the deck. The night air was cool and I immediately felt my nipples beginning to harden. I felt very self-conscious about this, and I hoped they wouldn't notice. They walked down the stairs on the deck and started across the grass. The backyard of the house was large and it was several hundred feet before we came to a picnic table. They set everything down and each took a seat. Mike patted at a spot on the table and told me to sit. Obediently I climbed up on the table and sat with my feet on the bench.
"Do you want another drink?" asked Doug.
"Nah." I answered.
"You see Doug, your approach is all wrong." Began Rob. "Leslie, I already poured this drink for you." He paused, pouring the drink. "You should drink it."
"Well, since you put it like that." I answered, leaning over to pick up the glass.
With the glass in hand, I sat up, and downed it quickly. I started to cough. I could feel my breasts bouncing around as the coughing fit engulfed me. The guys must have enjoyed the show, since none were quick to offer a beer to chase it with. When my coughing died down, I asked for a beer, and one was passed to me. It was a relief to take a long sip.
"Are you OK?" asked Mike
"Yeah."
Doug picked up my glass and moved it further down the table. I watched as he filled it up and knew the worst was about to happen.
"Leslie, I poured this drink for you, you should drink it." Began Doug.
Once again, I leaned across the table, reaching for the drink. It was far away and I was almost completely laid out on the table to reach it. I felt their hands touch my breasts and my ass, but I didn't stop them. With the drink in hand I sat back up. I gulped down the drink and set the glass on the table. Before the glass even hit the table, I was drinking my beer.
It was now Mike's turn and he did it just like the two before him did. The only difference was that he was at the end of the table and I had to reach a lot further to get it. Their hands were immediately all over me. I felt four hands close around my breasts and another one move between my legs. I still couldn't reach the drink, but I tried to move toward it.
"Relax." Said Rob
Immediately, I stopped striving for the glass. Their hands continued to probe me.
"Lay back and relax."
Unable to resist the notion, I swung my legs onto the table and laid on my back. With my body now more exposed, they really went to work on me.
"You're very obedient." Complimented Mike
"I know."
"How obedient?" asked Rob
"I don't know." But I had this feeling I was about to find out.
"Put your arms over your head." Called Mike
I lifted my arms from my sides and extended them over my head.
"Open your legs." Doug added and like clockwork, I opened them.
"This is great." Remarked Mike as his hand moved between my legs.
I felt his finger rubbing up and down my lips while the other guys continued to play with my tits. My nipples were completely aroused and they pulled and twisted at them. I felt myself starting to get wet. Mike continued to arouse me until I was wet enough for his finger to slide inside me. My entire body shivered as his finger rhythmically moved in and out of me.
"Fuck us." Said Doug.
"No." I answered, for the first time since I'd met them sounding definite.
"Then blow us."
I wanted to say no again, but instead I lowered my arm into his lap and started undoing his jeans. He asked the other guys to give us a few minutes and even though they didn't want to, they got up from the table and left. We changed positions, so I was kneeling in front of him. I undid his pants and pulled them down. I gripped his cock and began to stroke it. When it was fully erect, I took it in my mouth. I had only done this once before, so I didn't believe I was very good at it. Looking back I must have been pretty good since it was only a couple of minutes before I felt him explode in my mouth. I tasted terrible and I wanted to spit it out, but I continued to suck until he was dry. I leaned back and watched as he pulled up his pants. I stood up and got my beer and drank it down to get that taste out of my mouth. He walked away and Mike came over.
I got down on my knees and undid his pants. I got him hard quickly and was about to go down on him when he told me to give him a hand job instead. It was almost a welcome relief. I stroke his penis with one hand while feeling his balls with the other. I could feel him getting close after a while, and before I knew it, I felt his warm cum on my chest. Once he was done, I let go of his penis and looked down at myself.
Rob was the last one to come over. I undid his pants and brought him to erection. My lips moved over his cock. I moved very quickly, just wanting to get it over with. It felt like it took forever to get him off. It was almost a welcome relief to feel his cum in my throat. When he was done, I sat back.
Mike and Doug came back over and they helped me back onto the table. I finished my beer killing off the taste in my mouth. I set the bottle down on the table and looked at the three of them eyeing up my body.
"You were great." Remarked Mike
I didn't know what to say.
"You look tired." Commented Doug.
"I am."
"Why don't you go home then."
With that said I stood up. It must have really astonished them when I didn't bother to go back inside and get my clothes before walking away.
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By: Chris A
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Part II:
My name is Leslie and I was in my final year at state. Up to this point I had had a very quiet college career. I was never one to go in big for all the partying and stuff that went on on campus. So it was a considerable effort for me to go with my roommates to the party over at Beta house. They had been talking about it for weeks, and even though a quiet night at home was infinitely more appealing to me, I agreed to go. We arrived early, probably a little after 7, and found that their were only about 10 guests there, besides the Betas themselves. I had a drink, which I didn't want, but by carrying it around, no one felt the need to put another in my hand. We mingled for an hour, when the place started to fill up, that's when I first noticed that Scott was there. We had gone out for a few weeks my junior year, but I found that I couldn't stand him and had broken things off.
He had pestered me for almost six months to go out with him after that, but despite my rejections, he continued to pursue me. I guess in time he realized that I had no interest in dating him and he vanished from my life, but now there he was. I stayed in my group of friends, and tried not to notice him. He was with his circle of friends and he didn't make any effort to engage me in a conversation. Thank God.
By ten o'clock, the house was packed. Amongst the sounds of the blaring music and voices calling to each other across the room, I heard Scott say hello. I turned and found him standing next to me. We exchanged pleasantries, and he apologized for the way he had pestered me the previous semester. As a sign of good faith, he handed me a beer and promised that it would never happen again. I accepted the beer and the two of us watched the mass of people dancing.
At eleven o'clock, the President of Beta House stood up on the stairs in the entrance way and announced that the Beta house auction would be starting. It seemed that the university had inspected the property and unless certain repairs were made the house would be shut down. In order to raise money, the house was going to auction off some of the junk the members had collected over the years to help offset the cost of the repairs. The guests bid on all sorts of things, most of which had been stolen from around the campus. There was quite an impressive pile of things set to be sold. I stood in the company of my friends, having ditched Scott about half an hour ago. We laughed and screamed as the items were one by one sold off.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and once again there was Scott.
"Come with me." He began.
Immediately, I moved away from my friends and followed him into the kitchen. The room was empty and I had ho idea why I had even come in here with him.
"What did you want?" I asked.
"Ten minutes after we go back out there, I want you to go up to the guy running the auction and tell him you want to auction off your clothes."
"You're crazy." I answered.
"I want you to auction off everything. Once you're naked, you will make no effort to conceal yourself. I want you to go about having a good time at the party. If anyone touches you, you won't stop them."
"I'm not doing that." I answered.
"You won't remember having this conversation, you will think the entire thing is you're idea." Finished Scott as he turned and left the kitchen.
I waited for a second, before also leaving the room, not exactly sure why I had come into the kitchen by myself. I moved back into my circle of friends and watched the proceedings. It was a short time later that I had an idea. I began to push my way forward toward the staircase. Once I broke free from the mass of people centered around the stairs, I bounded up to the guy with the microphone.
"What can I do for you?" he began, covering the microphone.
"I want to auction off my clothes." I began, unable to supress the desire to make the offer.
He uncovered the mike and began to the crowd. "OK everyone, this young lady would like to help our effort to raise money by selling her clothes."
A huge cheer went up from the crowd. I looked around a little unsure of why I was doing this, but I had thought it was a good idea. He started the bidding with my shoes. They weren't big sellers, and for the sum of three dollars, they were sold to one of my roommates. She came forward and gave him the money and in return I removed my shoes and handed them to her. She smiled at me and ran back into the crowd.
The auctioneer enticed the crowd to choose what was next, my sweater or my jeans. There were voices calling from all directions, mentioning every article of clothing I was wearing. Finally he hushed the crowd and announced that my jeans were now for sale. He asked me to model them, and for some reason I felt compelled to model them for the group. The group erupted in applause. The bidding started low, but quickly it reached 25 dollars. He had to prod at them a little, but the bidding would go no higher than 28 bucks. The high bidder came up on the stairs and paid the auctioneer. He looked at me and very self- consciously, I undid the button on my jeans. It felt like it took an eternity for me to lower the zipper. I didn't want to do this anymore, but none the less I couldn't stop myself from pushing my jeans down off of my hips. Once they were in a bunch at my feet I stepped out of them and handed the jeans to the bidder. My sweater hung down covering my panties, but I still felt very self- conscious standing there half naked in front of a room full of people. I wanted to tell the auctioneer that I didn't want to do this anymore, but I was unable to say the words.
Now the cheering was at a fever pitch. All the guys were screaming for me to sell my panties next, but the auctioneer was not playing into their hands. He announced that my sweater was the next item up for sale. Once again the bidding started. Both girls and guys were calling out numbers for my sweater. The final bid was 21 dollars. The auctioneer announced the winning bid and the girl who made the offer came forward. She paid the money and extended her hand waiting for my sweater. I was hesitant at first, and in the background I could hear the assembled group chanting for me to take it off. Unable to stop myself I gripped the bottom of my sweater and lifted it up. I pulled it over my head and handed it to the waiting girl. My arms relaxed at my sides making no effort to conceal myself dressed in light blue panties and bra.
The auctioneer leaned over to me and asked me what size bra I wore. He held the microphone in front of me. I could barely squeak out 36C. He backed away and announced that the next item was a 36C bra. A tremendous cheer went up from the crowd. The bidding started at 5 dollars, and quickly it went around the room moving up a dollar at a time. Once again, plenty of women were making offers, probably more than the guys. The bidding briefly stalled at 17 dollars, but quickly it was on the move again. From this point on it was only the guys voices that I heard. The bidding went higher than the previous two items, and it wasn't until it got to 31 dollars that it stopped. The auctioneer tried to elicit a higher bid, but 31 was as high as it was going. He announced that it was sold and a cheer went up. The guy who made the did emerged from the crowd with his arms thrust in the air. He fished out the money and handed it to the auctioneer. The two of them, along with all the eyes in the room turned to me. I was in a daze and barely aware that my hands were now fumbling with the clasp on my bra. My hands were shaking so bad that I was barely able to undo it. I felt the bra strap go slack. I slowly slid the straps off my shoulders and allowed the garment to slide down into my hands. The roar from the group was almost deafening. I passed the bra to the bidder and stood there with my arms at my side.
I saw the flash of a camera go off several times, but I did nothing to conceal my breasts. My arms were paralyzed at my sides. The auctioneer began again, over the noise of the crowd. I was so embarrassed. I had no idea why I had volunteered to do this. For the first time since I'd been up there I noticed a guy with a camcorder, recording this for replay at future parties. I wanted nothing more than to run up the stairs and hide, but I was frozen in place. The bidding for my panties started at 20 dollars and there were no takers. He dropped the bid to 10 and finally to 5 before someone spoke up. Once the initial bid was made it moved quickly back toward the 20 dollar mark. It stalled twice, once at 19 and then again at 23. It moved again briefly, but once it reached 26, it would go no further. He tried in vain to get more money, but in the end, 26 was it. A round of applause went up as the guy who made the bid ascended the stairs. He paid the bid and waited for me to hand over my panties. As much as I didn't want to do it, my thumbs hooked the sides of my panties and began pushing them down. The flash from the camera was blinding me. Once I had pushed my panties to mid- thigh, gravity took over and they fell harmlessly to the floor. I picked them up and passed them to the guy. With his prize in hand he moved back to his waiting friends.
The cheering from the crowd was louder than ever, as I stood there frozen. The auctioneer announced that I had helped raise over a hundred dollars for the house and this brought forth another round of applause. With my clothes gone I walked down the stairs, wanting nothing more than getting back to my group of friends. Scott was the first one I encountered when I reached the base of the stairway.
"Did you have fun?" he began
"I..." I stopped there not knowing what to say. I could feel the eyes of the room on me.
"You don't have to answer that, you had fun. And you will continue to have fun tonight."
"It was fun." I answered weakly.
"You will have no desire to leave this party just yet. You will wait until I tell you it's time to leave."
I heard the words he was saying and as much as I didn't want this to be so, I suddenly felt compelled to stay.
"OK." I answered
"Let's take a walk." Scott resumed, as he headed off toward the kitchen again.
I feel in behind him and the two of us entered the kitchen. There were several guys in the room and upon my entrance, they immediately focused their attention on me. Scott led me off to the side of the room where no one else could hear and very softly he began.
"I case you're wondering what's going on, I'll tell you. The beer you drank had an experimental d**g in it called Freewill 504. The effects of the d**g last three hours, and during that time any suggestion that's put in your head will seem like a good one and you'll act on it."
"Is that why I did this?" I asked completely shocked.
"Sure, I can have you do anything I want." He answered very confidently.
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing, just to watch you have fun tonight. I'm not going to turn you into a raging sex machine, even though it would be as easy as saying that. Nah, I just wanna have some fun with you."
"But why?" I asked trembling. As much as I wanted to not believe what he was saying, I knew it to be true.
"Just for fun."
"You're sick." I replied.
"You should watch saying that kind of thing or I'll put the idea in your head to give 5 dollar blowjobs to who ever wants one." He threatened.
"I'm sorry." I answered.
"That's better, now here's what you're going to do. Your going to stay at this party for a couple of hours longer. During that time you will decline any clothing that's offered to you. You will simply say that you don't mind being naked. Second, whenever you move through the crowd, you will walk with your arms over your head. If someone touches you, you will not make an effort to stop them. Third, you will make no effort to conceal yourself. Do you understand."
I couldn't answer, I could only nod.
"Now, I'm not completely cruel and to prove this, I will tell you this. If anyone propositions you for sex you will have the ability to say no. Unless, of course, you really want to. Other than that, their wish is your command. Now get out there and have fun. Oh, and you will have no memory of this conversation. Now wait 30 seconds and then go back into the living room."
With that said Scott, left me standing there alone. I looked over at the three guys eyeing me up. The situation seemed just as awkward for them as it did for me. I counted the seconds off in my head, and when I reached 30, I started for the door. I was almost out of the kitchen, when one of them called for me to stop. I froze in the doorway. Very slowly I turned around and faced the three of them.
"Don't leave, why don't you hang out in here with us for a little while." One of them began. Unable to say no, I walked back across the kitchen to where the three of them were standing. I stayed a fair distance away, keeping the counter between them and me.
"What's your name?"
"Leslie." I answered.
"Hi Leslie. I'm Doug, and this is Rob and Mike."
"Nice to meet you." I answered, even though under the circumstances, it wasn't.
"Here, have a drink." Offered Mike.
"No thanks."
"C'mon, drink one." Mike persisted.
Unable to resist his suggestion, I took the drink in my hand and drank it down. I don't know what it was, but it burned my throat and made me want to cough. I guess they noticed this and one of the other guys slid a beer across the counter to me. I accepted it and took a long drink, trying to kill the taste of the first one.
"I'll tell you what." Began the Rob "For not wanting a drink, you sure poured that one down."
"No reason to prolong it." I answered.
"Here, have another, I'm buying." Said Rob, pouring a drink from the bottle on the counter. When the glass was full he pushed it toward me.
I took the glass and poured it down, just like I had the first. This one was much worse, since it was straight liquor with no mix in it. I immediately picked my beer up again and took a drink. The three of them were amazed at the way I just poured down the drinks.
"I guess it's my turn." Started Doug. "Have one on me too."
"OK."
I watched as he refilled the glass much higher than it was before. He slid the drink over to me and I graciously accepted it. I looked at the three of them and gulped down the third drink. Again I had to take a drink of my beer to kill the taste.
"Amazing." Complemented Mike.
"Thanks."
"So do you do this kind of thing often?" asked Rob
"Not really." I answered a little embarrassed.
A silence fell over the room. I absently sipped at my beer, hoping they wouldn't make me drink any more. I could already feel myself getting a little buzzed. There was a little small talk, but as soon as my beer was done I told them I was going to head back to the party. They told me to come back in a little while and I assured them I would. With that said, I walked out of the kitchen. The crowd was still gathered around the stairs, as the auction continued, but they just weren't into it they way they had been for my clothes. When I got to the dense part of the crowd, I put my arms over my head, exposing myself fully and pushed into the masses. I felt hands brush against me, grabbing at my tits as I passed. I did nothing to stop them, but continue along my way. I reached my friends and the three of them looked at me like I was crazy.
"I never would have imagined you doing something like that." Started Paula.
"I just thought it would be fun." I answered.
"Do you want my jacket or something?" offered Beth
As much as I wanted to scream hell yes, I answered, "No thanks, I kind of like being naked."
"God girl, you are crazy."
"Just having fun."
"If you call stripping at a frat party fun." Beth continued.
"Just something I felt like doing."
"Well look, we're gonna get going. Paula wants to get something to eat."
"OK. I think I'm gonna stay for a while."
"Are you sure?" asked Debbie
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Allright." Answered Beth, unsure of my motives. I just wished they would have told me to leave with them.
"We'll see you at home later OK?"
"Allright, I won't be out too late." I assured them.
"Be careful." Warned Debbie as the three of them started for the door.
"I will."
I watched helplessly as the three of them vanished into the mass of people. I wasn't alone for long though. A couple of guys came over to me and tried to make small talk. Before too long the camcorder guy was there filming the whole thing. I wanted nothing more than to get back into the relative emptiness of the kitchen, but I just couldn't disengage myself from the two of them.
"Take a picture with me." Began Ted.
"OK."
He called for Eddie, the guy with the camera to come over. The camcorder guy was still there filming away. Ted put his arm around me and Eddie took the picture. The idea really caught on and before too long there was a line of guys waiting to have their picture taken with me. One by one I posed with each of them. At first it wasn't bad, other than the complete embarrassment. Then one guy had his picture taken while holding a handful of breast. I offered no protest, so all those who followed had their pictures taken grabbing me in some way. I guessed in the morning, I would have to transfer to another school. There would be no way I could live this down.
It came as a welcome relief when Eddie said he was out of film. I took that opportunity to say I had to go to the bathroom. I put my arms over my head and pushed into the crowd. The hands grabbing for me were much more aggressive this time. Every part of me was groped and fondled. My nipples were pulled and twisted, and yet I could do nothing to stop them. I was never happier than when I finally made it back into the kitchen.
"Oh my God, you came back." Began Rob
"I told you I would."
"We were just about to move this party outside, why don't you come with us?" asked Mike. I thought about it for a second. Would I rather take my chances with these three guys alone, or go back into the other room.
"I'd like that."
"Cool." Answered Doug with a smile.
They picked up a couple of six packs and the bottle from the counter and I followed the three of them out the kitchen door onto the deck. The night air was cool and I immediately felt my nipples beginning to harden. I felt very self-conscious about this, and I hoped they wouldn't notice. They walked down the stairs on the deck and started across the grass. The backyard of the house was large and it was several hundred feet before we came to a picnic table. They set everything down and each took a seat. Mike patted at a spot on the table and told me to sit. Obediently I climbed up on the table and sat with my feet on the bench.
"Do you want another drink?" asked Doug.
"Nah." I answered.
"You see Doug, your approach is all wrong." Began Rob. "Leslie, I already poured this drink for you." He paused, pouring the drink. "You should drink it."
"Well, since you put it like that." I answered, leaning over to pick up the glass.
With the glass in hand, I sat up, and downed it quickly. I started to cough. I could feel my breasts bouncing around as the coughing fit engulfed me. The guys must have enjoyed the show, since none were quick to offer a beer to chase it with. When my coughing died down, I asked for a beer, and one was passed to me. It was a relief to take a long sip.
"Are you OK?" asked Mike
"Yeah."
Doug picked up my glass and moved it further down the table. I watched as he filled it up and knew the worst was about to happen.
"Leslie, I poured this drink for you, you should drink it." Began Doug.
Once again, I leaned across the table, reaching for the drink. It was far away and I was almost completely laid out on the table to reach it. I felt their hands touch my breasts and my ass, but I didn't stop them. With the drink in hand I sat back up. I gulped down the drink and set the glass on the table. Before the glass even hit the table, I was drinking my beer.
It was now Mike's turn and he did it just like the two before him did. The only difference was that he was at the end of the table and I had to reach a lot further to get it. Their hands were immediately all over me. I felt four hands close around my breasts and another one move between my legs. I still couldn't reach the drink, but I tried to move toward it.
"Relax." Said Rob
Immediately, I stopped striving for the glass. Their hands continued to probe me.
"Lay back and relax."
Unable to resist the notion, I swung my legs onto the table and laid on my back. With my body now more exposed, they really went to work on me.
"You're very obedient." Complimented Mike
"I know."
"How obedient?" asked Rob
"I don't know." But I had this feeling I was about to find out.
"Put your arms over your head." Called Mike
I lifted my arms from my sides and extended them over my head.
"Open your legs." Doug added and like clockwork, I opened them.
"This is great." Remarked Mike as his hand moved between my legs.
I felt his finger rubbing up and down my lips while the other guys continued to play with my tits. My nipples were completely aroused and they pulled and twisted at them. I felt myself starting to get wet. Mike continued to arouse me until I was wet enough for his finger to slide inside me. My entire body shivered as his finger rhythmically moved in and out of me.
"Fuck us." Said Doug.
"No." I answered, for the first time since I'd met them sounding definite.
"Then blow us."
I wanted to say no again, but instead I lowered my arm into his lap and started undoing his jeans. He asked the other guys to give us a few minutes and even though they didn't want to, they got up from the table and left. We changed positions, so I was kneeling in front of him. I undid his pants and pulled them down. I gripped his cock and began to stroke it. When it was fully erect, I took it in my mouth. I had only done this once before, so I didn't believe I was very good at it. Looking back I must have been pretty good since it was only a couple of minutes before I felt him explode in my mouth. I tasted terrible and I wanted to spit it out, but I continued to suck until he was dry. I leaned back and watched as he pulled up his pants. I stood up and got my beer and drank it down to get that taste out of my mouth. He walked away and Mike came over.
I got down on my knees and undid his pants. I got him hard quickly and was about to go down on him when he told me to give him a hand job instead. It was almost a welcome relief. I stroke his penis with one hand while feeling his balls with the other. I could feel him getting close after a while, and before I knew it, I felt his warm cum on my chest. Once he was done, I let go of his penis and looked down at myself.
Rob was the last one to come over. I undid his pants and brought him to erection. My lips moved over his cock. I moved very quickly, just wanting to get it over with. It felt like it took forever to get him off. It was almost a welcome relief to feel his cum in my throat. When he was done, I sat back.
Mike and Doug came back over and they helped me back onto the table. I finished my beer killing off the taste in my mouth. I set the bottle down on the table and looked at the three of them eyeing up my body.
"You were great." Remarked Mike
I didn't know what to say.
"You look tired." Commented Doug.
"I am."
"Why don't you go home then."
With that said I stood up. It must have really astonished them when I didn't bother to go back inside and get my clothes before walking away.
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