Wulf
College, nestled in the heart of the Midwest, was like many other private
liberal arts colleges. It had great
programs, lots of prestigious graduates, and opportunities galore upon
graduation for its top students. It also was located in the middle of nowhere,
miles from any major city, and infinitely quiet. Very little of import or
excitement happened in the area except for the occasional run at the state
title for the local high school sports teams.
Patrice Shepherd was out to change all of that.
Journalism
major, writer, and editor for the College newspaper, Patrice was tired of
running the same old opinion pieces and the local community highlights. College was supposed to be exciting, with
lots going on. Besides, how was she going to get noticed at Northwestern or
Columbia if she didn’t have any breakout stories? The plan started simply and
grew, as these things will, faster than she thought and soon took on a life of
its own.
The
first article was rather simple and mostly harmless. A little write up about
the rise in popularity of slash fiction and its prevalence in the histories of
the browsers on the library computers and references to what may or may not be
going on in the “quiet” study rooms. A few surreptitious visits to the lab
before the article went to print and some older panties “hidden” in the folds
of the upholstery ensured there was plenty of evidence to support her story. Of
course, as editor, she had to protect the identity of her new investigative
reporter so it was published under the nom de plume, Prudence Goodhope.
The
response was immediate and better than she hoped. Letters to the paper actually
started coming in and space was given over in the editorial for a special run
of them. The missives, of course, ran the gamut from those supporting the right
of people to read what they wanted, mild confessions of acts done in the
library, and the predictable outcry from the conservatives about needing blocks
on the library computers and full-time security patrols to prevent this
outrageous desecration of a place of quiet contemplation and study. Patrice was
almost beside herself with glee.
Prudence
became a featured piece in each weekly edition, with either an opinion column
or an investigative article. Sometimes
they were actually real and mostly true, like the use of “pink slime” in the
meatloaf served by the school dining hall. As Prudence’s reputation grew and
the response to her articles and presence on the newspaper’s website increased
as well, Patrice realized she had a campus celebrity as her alter ego with some
growing influence and clout. People actually looked forward to the articles and
followed through on some of the suggestions made. After writing an editorial about civic
responsibility and helping care for the world around them, she actually saw
people going out of their way to grab trash on the campus green to put it in
the recycling bins, and realized it had been days since she had seen anyone
just casually littering.
Of
course, realizing this newfound power gave Patrice a new idea and aspect to her
plan. Why stop at just helping open
people’s eyes to what was going on around them? Her original intent was to
follow in the steps of William Randolph Hearst and not just report the news,
but make the news. To add a little bit of excitement to campus and stir things
up a bit. It was time to really start to
stir things up, and right some wrongs along the way.
Her
first target was Dr. Fullman, the English professor. She had disliked him from
the first day of British Lit and just knew he had been constantly ogling her
and the other female students during every class. He was blunt, old,
opinionated, and worst of all, had the audacity to actually give her a B. The
story would be Prudence’s finest to date, but required some careful planning
and stealthy “investigations”. Some late night visits to the English department
after hours, a few carefully named computer folders, and a protected internet
browser history were all she needed.
“Child
Pornography in the English Wing”, the headline read. When the article went live
the response was impressive. The article never named Dr. Fullman directly, but
there were enough inferences that people who knew him could figure out the
identity. The school administrators
acted swiftly, as she knew they would. She was there with her trusty camera to
snap pictures as campus security went to his office, grabbed his computer and a
box of stuff from his desk, and escorted him off campus to be placed on
Administrative Leave pending a full investigation. She gleefully read the
reports as they found several files of pictures and videos of children, an
active browser history to sites like NAMBLA.org, a travel brochure to Bangkok
and, the coup de grâce, several pictures of a little girl in various states of
undress. No one even noticed how the eyes were the same shade and shape as
those of the campus newspaper editor.
Emboldened
by the success of her attack on Dr. Fullman, she began to turn her plan towards
not just her personal enemies, but the enemies of higher education everywhere.
Eta Omicron Epsilon sorority was first. It didn’t matter they had rejected her
as a pledge when she was a freshman. She was glad they had now after seeing how
they promoted the party lifestyle and practically threw themselves into the
arms of any halfway attractive male on campus and being the sorority of choice
for most of the female athletes and cheerleaders. All it took was some
reporting of hazing rituals, a few spiked drinks causing trips to the hospital
for a stomach pump, and some cellphone pics of the sorority president making
out with a freshman pledge and Prudence’s story was enough to get them put on
probation with a complete ban on alcohol and parties. Patience was especially
glad she had gone blonde for a semester that first year and had been a bit of a
shutterbug even then.
College
athletics was next in her sights. They kept getting money that could go to
academic programs; overpaid coaches, expensive workout facilities, lavish
travel and food expenses for the athletes. Her target of choice was the Men’s
Swimming and Dive team in the persona of their junior Captain, Siegfried
Thorson. Sig was the epitome of the college athlete: bright, great GPA,
ambitious, determined, and the body of the God his surname and heritage came
with. He was lean, muscular, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and quick with a joke and
a smile. He also had a dark side he kept from all but the closest friends. A
dark side she knew all too well because she had introduced him to it and
traveled it with him while they dated last year.
You
wouldn’t know it to look at her, with her Midwestern looks and demure sense of
style, but Patrice was a kinkster. More than that, she was very familiar with
many aspects of BDSM and enjoyed most of them. She had experimented before Sig
and when their relationship started getting serious, she introduced him to some
of the things she enjoyed. From there, they began exploring together and trying
out new and more things. He fell into a dom role easily and was a passable
sadist, if a little too cautious sometimes. She had been tied, wrapped,
spanked, flogged, caned and many other delicious things. There were days after a weekend with Sig she
had been unable to sit (except as a reminder of the sting of the implements)
and had to wear long shorts and skirts to hide the bruises that served as her
marks of honor.
She
especially remembered one glorious night where he had shackled her to the wall
and worked her over. He used chains to attach her ankles to a spreader bar and
her hands were pulled above her until she was nearly suspended. As he
blindfolded her he teased with a harsh whisper, slowly telling her all the
things he was could do to her until her panties were soaked with her
juices.
He
left her in silence, her mind rushing with thoughts of what was coming. Then
she felt the bite of a cold metal edge as he slowly slid it along her
shoulders, felt the quick snap and release of pressure as he sliced through
first one and then the other bra strap with what had to be a knife. He moveed
it gently back and forth letting her feel the flat, the point and the edge for
what seemed like an eternity until with a gentle sawing motion she felt her
breasts spill free as he severed the strap across her back.
She
felt his hands on her, massaging the marks in her fair skin left by the
undergarment then moving around to caress and tease her. He caressed, tickled,
kneaded and pinched every inch of her breasts in just the way he knew would
arouse and torment her. Finally, her nipples hard and protruding, she felt a
last pinch and the warm hands were gone. Seconds later she gasped as she felt
the cold steel of the knife as it was drawn across and around her areola. It
traced the curve of her waist and hips and she felt her panties loosen and fall
as he cut through the last of her clothing.
Casting
the knife aside, he started with his hands, gently working her buttocks and
thighs with ever more powerful smacks interspersed with some light soothing
rubs and the gentle tease of a finger along her labia or diddling her clitoris.
As the warmth became constant and spread across her cheeks and thighs, he
stopped and she felt a narrow band wrapped around her waist and each thigh
causing her to shudder in anticipation. She heard a familiar buzz then nearly
came when she felt the vibrator settle against her clit and upper labia.
“Oh
gawd,” she thought. “He’s using the Hitachi!”
As
the vibrations sent pulses of pleasure into her, she knew it wouldn’t be long
for her to fall into the throes of orgasm. As always, he read her mind and body
with expert ease.
“Don’t
you dare cum until I tell you to, slut,” he growled next to her ear.
He
followed this with a sharp crack to her thighs from what felt like her 4-inch
paddle. The heavy wood thudded again and again against her buttocks and legs,
occasionally sliding between to tease its edge along her engorged labia before
striking the insides of her thighs sharply. Teasing her more and more until the
pain and the pleasure were nearly unbearable.
“Please,
sir, please…may I cum?” she whimpered, her body nearly twitching with the
strain of holding back the impending waves.
“I
don’t think so. I am not nearly done with you. And, if you cum without
permission you know your ass is mine.”
The
thought alone was almost enough to send over the edge. She nodded her head in
acceptance knowing that if she failed she would be invaded by a plug, his cock
or both in succession. As if knowing how much the thought was turning her on,
she felt the vibrations increase as he adjusted the speed of the Hitachi. As his
fingers began running along her lips, gently playing with the folds and the
entrance to her soaked and dripping pussy she knew it was a battle she could
not win.
“Please, sir, I am begging you.
Please?” she plead through clenched teeth and she knew it was too late as she
couldn’t even hear his answer over the rush of her delayed orgasm. She
collapsed against the wall, her body supported by the shackles around her
wrists as she moaned and gasped. Her body lit up with pleasure and she felt her
pussy spasming around the finger still buried in her quim. As it subsided, she
knew it was going to be a powerful night.
True to his word, she felt his fingers
on her anus spreading it with lubrication for the invader. She felt the cool
silicone of the plug as it was inserted, stretching her until she was
completely filled and then locking in as she closed around the base. She moaned softly as she adjusted to the sensation of
being filled completely.
“I warned you what would happen, my
little slut, and now please work a little harder to contain yourself,” he
warned with a sharp slap across her ass.
He began once more with the paddling,
every causing the plug to shift in her ass sending sensations of pleasure along
every nerve ending chasing the pain from the impact. She concentrated on the
sensations, feeling each blow as it spread from a powerful thud to her ass or
thighs, the warm tingle as the heat spread out from the point of impact and
then the tingle of pleasure from her ass and throbbing vibrations on her clit
and pussy.
He kept it up the unpredictable rhythm,
forcing her body to react to his will. He switched from the paddle to a nice
heavy flogger, which deliciously spread the impact across her entire ass and
occasionally the now dripping lips of her engorged vulva. His whims were
unpredictable as well, sometimes allowing her to cum as she asked other times
making her wait until she thought she thought she would succumb again without
his permission.
The blows continued to
rain across her back, ass and thighs until she was riding the waves of pleasure
and pain like a surfer on the face of the ultimate tube.
Just as she felt she would no longer be
able to stand, the pressure on her wrists let up and she felt his hands supporting
her as she was lowered to the ground. He removed the harness next; her clitoris
still feeling phantom pulses for a few moments after the Hitachi was removed. The
shackles were released from her ankles as well, but she knew it was not yet
over. He quickly positioned her on her
knees and elbows, plugged ass to the sky. Not bothering to remove the anal
invader she felt his hands on her hips and the full head of his firm cock press
against the entrance to her waiting cunt. With one firm thrust she felt him
bury himself to the hilt, his pubic bone crashing into the plug and his balls
lightly slapping against her cum-soaked thighs. He kept one hand pressed to the
base of her spine and the other moved up to entwine itself into her hair as he
pulled her back and she felt his mouth hungrily searching for hers as he
continued to see saw back and forth in her grasping sex.
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Don’t. Stop.
Fuck. Ing. Me! Yeeeaauuugghhhh!” She screamed as the next orgasm overtook her,
her staccato sentences coming in the brief space between this thrusts slamming
into her.
Her twat spasmed around him in the most
powerful orgasm yet; gripping and pulling against his thrusts, increasing the
friction and sensations, extending and layering in a rush of stomach clenching
pleasure. The latest had barely subsided when the next began and it wasn’t long
before his tempo slowed and he moved his hands to her shoulders using them for
leverage to pull her back onto him, his breathing heavy and a deep guttural moan
accompanying each thrust. With a final lunge and incoherent shout, he buried
himself deep in her sex, his cock erupting as he released himself inside her
still twitching cunt. He held her there for a few moments before they both
collapsed to the floor and he gently slid her blindfold off.
Recalling how great it was fucking him,
she almost regretted what she was about to do to him. The feeling passed
quickly when she remembered how he had dumped her and added insult to injury by
dating that slut from the sorority. She had plenty of pictures and video
evidence to support her story and since she still had his Fetlife
password. It was just a matter of
picking some of the most graphic ones, a few tweaks to his profile, and loading
some info to the page and the article practically wrote itself.
“The Tarnish on the Golden Boy” the
article read. Copies flew off the shelves as the expose was published. The Athletic Director launched an
investigation and with all the breadcrumbs in the article it was less than a
day before Sig was suspended from the swim team pending an investigation for
allegations of violations of the ethics and role model clause of the college’s
athletic teams. They also launched a full scale investigation of the rest of
the team to determine if it had been something the entire team participated in.
Patrice was almost giddy at the response and felt an evil glee at the sanctions
brought against him.
A few weeks after the article launched the
investigation into swimming and peripherally all the other athletic programs at
the school, things had started to calm down a bit. The entire campus was getting ready for a
small break and the students were preparing for the annual “Beauty and the Beast”
masquerade ball. It was tradition that the effeminate people would show up in
evening wear with a traditional eye mask while the dominate and masculine would
arrive in some sort of animal mask, with most choosing the wolf for obvious reasons.
As much as she loved her work, Patrice
was actually looking forward to being able to just let her hair down and show
up somewhat anonymously. By rule, there were
no couples allowed at the ball. Everyone had to arrive separately, although
serious couples always made sure they could identify their dates by their mask.
It was a chance for most to just show up and dance with a variety of partners
and forget the world outside for a bit. Patrice had a great dress picked out in
a gorgeous scarlet that even featured a mock hood to mimic Red Riding Hood. She
thought it appropriate since she had helped take out so many wolves this
semester.
The night started off well with many
wolves offering to dance with her and the drink was flowing freely. She was really relaxing and getting into the
music on the floor when an incredibly shaped wolf asked her to dance. She could feel his rock solid muscles beneath
his jacket and the breadth of his shoulders was impressive. They danced to a club number and then he
offered to fetch her another drink as the next song was queued up. Feeling a
bit thirsty after the quick pace of the song, she gratefully accepted.
He returned soon after with two drinks
and they gulped them down before beginning to dance to the ballad that soon
began to play. As they were dancing, she let him lead and he was a nearly
effortless dancer. They began to move
and twirl around the other couples as the dance went on and she got a little
brave and more comfortable with his lead. Another ballad followed, and being
slower, he pulled her in close for the song.
She rested against his shoulder as they sashayed around the dance floor
and she realized she was suddenly very tired.
She turned to mention to him that they may want to step out to get some
air when everything went black.
Patrice woke up with a dull ache in her
head and feeling like she had eaten a bale of cotton. She ran her tongue across
the roof of her mouth, testing the feel of sandpaper to make sure it wasn’t
really there. She reached up to rub her eyes as she was blinking them open and realized
with a start that they weren’t responding.
Groggily she lifted her head and saw in the dim light that her hands
were secured at the wrist to whatever she was laying on. Panicking, she tried
to lift herself off and realized she was secured not just by her wrist, but by
her ankles and straps across her body as well. She struggled uselessly for a few moments
until she was out of breath and covered in a sheen of sweat. It was only then
she realized she was completely naked.
“AAAAUGH! Help! Help! Where the fuck am
I? Can anybody hear me?” she screamed.
A low chuckle greeted her. “Well,
Patrice…or should I call you Prudence? You are quite out of range of any help
and I know you aren’t getting out of those restraints until I want you to be
out of them,” a deep male voice greeted her.
“You bastard, you won’t get away with
this! I know people, and I will get away!”
He laughed again, deep and low. And to
her growing horror, she heard others slowly join in. Some high, some low, a few
even sounded like women. She realized she wasn’t dealing with just one person,
but many. More than she could identify by voice. She barely stifled a scream as
terror at her predicament settled in. She wildly scanned the room, trying to
make out the shapes in the shadows whipping her head back and forth until she
was dizzy.
“Oh yes, there are many people you have
offended and angered the last few months…Prudence. It is going to be a very long
night for you, I am afraid,” the voice chuckled.
As it finished, she saw one of the shapes
move in closer and she mad out the mask of her last dance partner. With a
start, she realized the voice was lower and slightly metallic…he was using a voice
modulator under his mask. Her gaze wandered lower and she saw that he was
completely naked. Even in her state of terror, she couldn’t help but notice how
perfectly proportioned his body was and, oh my, how large his gently undulating
dick was. She was absolutely mortified, but still could feel a slight stirring
as she imagined what that beast would feel like buried in her pussy.
“Well, well,well. It appears Sig was
telling the absolute truth about you,” he said as he noticed her gaze on his
member, and with a start she realized her tongue was unconsciously moving
across her lips. “Don’t worry, you will get a chance to see what I can do with
this soon enough,” he laughed. “But not just yet. I think. We will start with
something a little more manageable.”
He waved his hand to someone outside
the circle of light and to her surprise a woman moved forward. She couldn’t
tell who she was, but like the man she was completely naked except for a mask.
She was carrying something that Patrice strained to see and identify. With a
start, she realized it was a harness with a dildo attached. As the realization
of what that would mean for her, she began struggling once again.
“Knock it off, bitch. You and I both
know you have wanted to be fucked by me since you first saw me. You wouldn’t be
so wet if you didn’t know it to be true,” an unidentifiable voice came from the
mask. Patrice then became aware that, in fact, she was quite wet and her clit
was engorged and starting to peak out. Still she fought through the betrayal by
her body.
“Don’t fucking touch me, you cunt. I
will find you out and there will be no end to the hell I will put you through.”
Another laugh from the crowd was the
only response she got. As the woman arrived at the table Wolf, as she was
beginning to think of him, began playing with her nipples. “Your voice says no,
but your body says yes,” he teased as her nipples hardened under his caress.
She tightly shut her eyes and tried to move from his caress, but the bonds were
too tight and she was forced to endure it as her body reacted of its own
volition.
She thought the woman would immediately
begin violating her with the strap on but instead she moved to the side of the
table and placed the dildo to her lips. “Suck it. You better lube it up nice,
because I am going to take you good and hard.”
Staring through dilated pupils, Patrice
locked eyes with her assailant and realized she wasn’t lying. She opened her
lips and the dildo was forced slowly past her lips. She moved her tongue over
and around the man-made cock making sure it was covered in her own saliva,
fearful for what the woman was going to do.
It was slowly thrust in and out until she could take the entire length
in her mouth and it was slick with her self-generated lubrication.
“Good work, bitch. I think you may even
have liked that,” she heard as a hard slap was delivered across her face.
Jarred by the hit, there were a few
moments as her head cleared and Patrice realized the woman now had the dildo
hanging in front of her and was positioning herself over Patrice’s spread
pussy. She once again threw herself at her bonds, eyes wide with terror as the
total reality of the situation set in. She heard a cackle from the woman as she
realized she couldn’t even move.
“Nooooo, oh gawds, noooo,” erupted as a
hoarse scream from her as the artificial prick settled against her betraying
wet labia and the dildo slid slowly into her twat.
Under the constant play on her nipples
and the new in and out of the dildo in her pussy the treason of her body was
complete. She felt herself responding and a low moan escaped her involuntarily
as she felt a finger working her clitoris as the dildo aroused her further and
further. When she opened her eyes again, they were glazed with lust as her mind
shut down and she succumbed to the desires of her body.
More hands joined the wolf’s on her
body as the woman kept up her constant rhythm in and out of her twat, building
her unerringly towards orgasm. She felt the straps on her ankles loosened and
her knees were bent to her chest.
Fingers teased her clitoris, labia and asshole while the dildo continued
its assault. Just as she felt the onrush
of her orgasm, everything stopped. The hands were gone and even the dildo was
pulled out as the woman jumped off and moved away.
“Wha? What is happening?”
“You are really enjoying yourself,
Patrice. Am I right?” the wolf chuckled.
“Please, I am so close, please...” she
begged.
“Not yet, you will be allowed release
when I am ready for it. Who are you?”
“Patrice…Patrice Shepherd.” She replied
confused.
“Who else? I know you have an alias..”
he prompted as his fingers gently played in the
folds of her pussy, keeping her
aroused, but not letting her get any closer to orgasm.
“Prudence Goodhope…I wrote all of her
articles.”
“Is that all? Are you sure that is all
you have pretended to be?” His fingers danced up to her clitoris tweaking and
pinching it, bringing her so close. She fought
and tried to resist, but she was so close it was maddening not being able to
cum.
“No, no…what do you want? I also
pretended to be Sig Thorson and I set up a Fetlife account for him!”
“What else, confession is good for the
soul, Patrice.” He began slowly inserting one finger in her vulva, thrusting it
in oh, so slowly and then pulling it out again, taking what seemed like minutes
for each stroke and letting her feel every millimeter of his digit.
“I did it all, just please let me cum!
I put the files on the professor’s computer and the library computers and that
was me with the HOE president! Please, please may I cum? Sir?”
“Oh, I think that is what we were all
waiting for, slut,” he said as she realized too late there was a blinking red
light in his hand and the video camera clicked off. She heard a chuckle as he
continued, “Sig was telling the absolute truth when he told us about your
depravities. Alright boys, I think she is ready.”
Patrice saw several men in masks appear
out of the shadows as the signal was given.
She felt a cock position itself at her cunt and begin thrusting in and
out as another was place against her lips.
She couldn’t even begin to count the hands that were roaming over her
body, tweaking her nipples, caressing her tits and pinching her clitoris and
labia. She surrendered to the sensation
and felt her first orgasm crash over her just as the dick in her mouth began to
unleash a stream of cum across her tongue and into her mouth. She swallowed it wantonly and desperately
chased every last drop with her tongue, lapping it clean. Her cunt pulsed
around the cock buried in her and milked it to orgasm just as hers was
beginning to subside.
As soon as he pulled out someone else
grabbed her calves and she felt her feet placed on someone’s shoulders. He
plunged quickly into her depths, pounding into her. She moaned and reached her
hands for more dicks near her still bound hands as another member was put in
front of her face. She snaked her tongue
out and licked the underside of the scrotum and teased up the shaft as far as
her limited mobility would allow before it was thrust into her mouth. Her
tongue worked the shaft over and over as it continued its thrusting in and out.
She moaned around the rock hard dick
and began stroking the other cocks as they came near her hands. Fingers continued to play over her body and
continued to pinch and knead her clitoris and some even began to probe her willing
ass. She felt the man between her legs stiffen as he came in her and he moved
away and quickly was replaced by another. The night became a blur of different
men and cocks, everyone disguised by a wolf mask. Some were thick, some thin,
long and short. Some guys lasted barely a few strokes and some lasted so long
she came more than once while they were in her. She lost count of the number of
guys who used her dripping cunt and begging mouth.
Wave after wave of orgasm washed over
her and she was so lost in the feelings she was begging to for more and at one
point knew she had every orifice filled and her hands were still roaming over
more dicks, stroking them off and even finding and playing with a few willing
and offered pussies. The orgy continued into the night until she eventually
passed out in a cum soaked mess of quivering orgiastic orgasmic bliss.
The next day she woke up on the floor
of her own apartment, completely clean, but still naked. Recalling the night
before she was surprised she was not stiff with dried semen. Feeling her body
to make sure everything worked, she found a not taped to her abdomen.
“Remember it all, slut. We do and we
have the proof. A retraction will be printed, or the President will have a very
special video delivered.” She shuddered involuntarily as she remembered
everything that happened and realized she had unconsciously slid her fingers to
her vagina and was lightly running her fingers along her labia as she emerged
from her reverie.
