Choices

Melissa

Finally it was Melissa last day of University.  Her degree complete she could at last join the working world and start making some money.  In fact she was pretty happy, she already had a job organised.  She had the whole world at her feet, her future was bright.

"Attention all students," the voice came over the public address, "could you all please return to the graduation hall for an important assembly."

Melissa felt a tap on her shoulder, it was Professor Rogers, "that includes you Melissa," he said smiling.

Melissa followed all the other studentsto the large hall which just a few hours earlier she had been in receiving her parchment.  She found a seat towards the back and sat, watching the hall quickly fill up.

She had attended the all girls University for a reason.  She had not wanted to many distraction from men, and she knew she had little to no interest in women.  The closest she had come was her best friend Sharon after they had both split a bottle of white wine and gotten a little handsy.  Other than that she had not felt any inclination.

Then there had been the guy at Sharons 21st.  Tall, handsome, her type.  He'd filled her with drink, but just as he had been about to put the hard word on her she had told him no, she wanted to focus on her studies.

Melissa heard the doors slam shut behind her, and the large bolts click in.  "Why are they locking the doors," she thought to herself.  Just then at the front she saw a group of armed men come onto the stage dragging behind them a naked blonde girl, Sharon.

"Ok little bitch," one of the guards said to Sharon, "we are going to go trough the crowd and you are going to tell us who else is involved in your little scheme.

"What the heck has Sharon got herself into here?" Melissa thought, looking around the room.  She watched as the guards went from row to row, asking Sharon to point out people.  Sharon stopped at the fifth row, and pointed at someone.  Melissa watched as Kate, a girl she had known from back home was dragged to the aisle.  Kate was stripped of all her clothes, gagged then handcuffed.  Melissa eyes widened, she looked for an escape.

She wactched as Sharon started to get closer, she knew she hadn't done anything wrong with her, but why was she so scared.

"Her," she heard Sharons voice, she looked up to see her best friend pointing at her, Sharons eyes full of fear.  Melissa started screaming out.

"No Sharon," Melissa shouted, "no what are you doing?"

The guards dragged Melissa to her feet, they where much to strong for her.  She felt then ripping the tank top from her body, her breasts, not too big, not too small, coming free, she felt her nipples harden in the cool air of the graduation hall.  Her pants where next, along with her panties, shoes, and socks.  She then felt the ball gag shoved into her mouth, locked behind her head, then the cuffs securing her wrists behind her.

"Is that all of them?" the main guard asked Sharon.  Sharon nodded meekly.  The three girls, Sharon, Kate, and Melissa where dragged from the hall.  Every one watched eyes wide, fearful that they could ahve been included in this.  The girls where taken to a van outside the back of the hall and bundled in.  Melissa yelped as the door was slammed shut behind her.

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Sharon

The van was jumping all over the place throwing the three girls around.  Sharon looked at her two friends a tear in her eye.  She had betrayed them, but she had had no choice.

She thought back to the day before, when she had been walking along the river.  The young man approaching her and asking for directions.  He was foreign, or so she thought.  He didn't seem to have any idea what she was saying.  She offered to take him there.

As they rounded the corner she had seen the van.  At first she thought nothing of it, until she got closer and two men got out pointing a gun at her.  "Get in," one of them barked at her.  She felt herself being shoved into the van, the door closing behind her.

She travelled for what seemed like hours, being thrown around the back of that van.  When she finally heard the engines cut off, she started crying loudly.  The door flew open and without a word she was pulled out.  One of the men pointed a gun at her.  "Strip slut."

Sharon looked at the three men, then at the gun, she realised her options where limited.  She removed her university polo shirt, her pride and joy, then slowly unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down her slightly round, but long legs.  She had always been self-concious when it came to her weight, despite people saying she was curvy rather than big.

"All of your fucking clothes," the man with the gun said, firing a shot into the air.  Sharon reached around, shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks onto her chest.  She unclasped her bra, and removed it, feeling her round breasts free in the air.  She stood, her jeans still around her ankles.

The man shot the ground next to her feet, she jumped, stumbling she quickly fell to the ground.  Two of the men laughed, but not the one with the gun.  "Stupid fucking bitch," he said, he quickly removed his belt, and looked down at her.  She looked up at him, scared, trembling, pleading.

"Don't hurt me, oh God, please don't hurt me," she cried out.

The man started to bring the belt down on the back and butt of the helpless Sharon.  She tried to get up but the belt kept knocking her down.  She tried crawling away but he followed her.  It was bruising her, a few knocks around her lungs, breathless from screaming and the pain Sharon finally colapsed to the ground.

"Get the hose," the man who had just beaten her said.  Sharon felt the last of her clothes being removed from her body.  She lay there trembling, trying to catch her breath, her body sore, feeling like it was all swollen.  Suddenly the ice cold water hit her body, rolling her along the ground.  She heard the laughter, now it was all three men.

"You awake bitch," one of the men shouted between laughs.  Sharon was awake all right.  She sprung to her feet as best she could, and started to run.  She heard more laughter behind her before she heard a bang, then felt something hit her in her side.  She looked down and saw the small dart, then she felt herself fall to the ground.

She awoke, and was quickly pulled to her groggy feet, she was stood on a stool, a noose placed around her neck.  She tried to bring her arms up but realised they where tied behind her back.  She looked down and saw the three men.

"Ok little slut," the man who had previously held the gun said, "my name is Lord David, say that for me."

"L-l-l-lord David," Sharon said, looking down.  Suddenly David kicked the stool making her wobble.

"Lord David what bitch?"

Sharon thought for a second, panicking as she wobbled, the rope tightening a little, her eyes wide, "Lord David Sir."

"Good," said David, he helped her balance again.  "Now, you have a choice.  What we want are virgins from your university.  We are going to take you there tomorrow and you will point out two for us."

Sharon looked at him, shaking her head, "no, I can't do that."

David kicked the stool out from under Sharon.  Sharons legs started flailing about as she tried to get something to stand on, her face turning red first, her tongue out, her eyes looking to burst.  The stool was placed back under her.

"Only a short drop bitch, you could be hanging here for a while before you finally died.  So, I'll say it again, tomorrow, two virgins, understand."

Sharon nodded, her head dizzy.  The noose was removed and she was pushed into the corner of the empty room.  The three men left, she heard the heavy metal door close and the locks engage.  The light then went out, and she heard a crashing sound.  Within moments she realised the heater had been turned off.  She lay in the corner shivering.

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Kate

"I'm sorry, but I'm saving myself for marriage," Kate had said to her then boyfriend.

She thought back to it as she sat naked, cuffed, gagged, in the back of this strange van.  She looked at Sharon thinking, "why?"

It was her first year at the university when she had spurned the advances of David Lord, a guy in the local football team.  He was a few years older than her, and while they had been into heavy petting she had not felt any desire to give up her virginity for him.

She had met Sharon not long after.  Sharon was her first girl kiss.  The petting had gotten heavy, and Kate had certainly had feelings she never expected for the slightly older, very beautiful woman.  But it never progressed past petting.  Unlike David though, Sharon hadn't seemed overly bothered.

But now she felt betrayed.  Why had Sharon done this, what had they done to Sharon that was so bad she felt she could betray her girlfriend.  Just who did this girl think she is.  And what did these guys have in store for her.

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"Get out bitches," the man with the gun said.  They dragged the three girls out from the van and proceeded to take them down a flight of stairs.  They where ice cold under the girls bare feet.  They where all dragged into the same cell in the basement.  Sharon knew it already.

Kate and Melissa watched as Sharon was tied to the wall, spread eagled, hooks well placed.  She was tied tight, her body stretched, the soft curves, the breasts the only things seeminlgly able to move, jiggled just a little.  A ring gag was placed into her mouth, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her body exposed.

One man pointed a gun at Melissa as another uncuffed and ungagged her.  She screamed out, "what the fuck are you doing?"

The man with the gun fired a shot into the wall just behind her.  "Anything we want slut."

Melissa cowered into the corner, shaking, scared out of her wits.  The two men then uncuffed and ungagged Kate, who scurried over to another corner.

"Now," the man with the gun said.  "My name is Kevin, but you can all call me Sir, as you can see, over on the wall there is a collection of whips, paddles, clips, and dildos.  You two girls have the job of torturing Sharon tonight."

"No fucking way," said Melissa defiantly.

"Well," said Kevin, "the thing is we gave her a choice.  We said she could go free, or we would pay her $10 for each virgin she pointed out at your university."

Sharon started screaming, shaking her head side to side violently, unable to talk thanks to the ring gag.

"So, what you do is take out your revenge.  You'll be judged tomorrow, and if we don't deem the beating sufficient, then we'll show you both how to do it, on you."

The men left, locking the door behind them.  Tears rolled down Sharons cheeks as Melissa walked over to her.

"You fucking dyke bitch, I knew I couldn't trust you you..." Melissa cut herself off with a hard smack to Sharons exposed breast.  Sharon let out a yelp.

Up in a room above the cell David Lord watched on a television.  "Well, well, well, the dyke, the geek, and the virgin princess.  All mine, and boy are they gonna regret their choices."