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Subject: {ASSM} Story: The Crush Part 3 of 4 (F/m, F+/m, NC, Heavy, Real, College)
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Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2005 17:10:02 -0400
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This is an adult oriented story.  All of the characters are fictional.
If you do not like stories involving blackmail, NC, forced feeding,
humiliation and the like, please leave now.  No one is making you read
this.  I have to get these out of my head or I will go insane.  I hope
you all like it.

synopsis:  A College geek falls for a super hot sorority girl.  She
uses him and breaks him the way hot college girls can.  He loses his
mind and is utterly destroyed in the process.


The Crush Part 3 of 4

"Go on, sit on my bed, its ok, you don't have to sit on the floor
tonight" and she walked beside me, giggling, and set the champagne
bottle in her refrigerator.  She came back with a tray and announced
"Are you ready to get fucked up!?!"  She was carrying a tray full
of shots.  There must have been 20 of them  God, maybe more.  All
different colors and kinds.  Jesus, she wasn't kidding!

And then I noticed.  The shot glasses were laid out on the tray in the
shape of a rose.  There was no mistaking it.  She sat down next to me
and put the tray on her lap.  She looked me in the eye and I could tell
she was excited.  Her chest was perfect, they were proud but I swear
they were still mocking me.  I didn't care, I might have a chance
tonight.  Maybe she would even take me to her formal!  "Oh you mocked
me last week, twins, but look at how close I am to you now, on her bed
and the only thing separating me from you are 20 shots that we are
about to do," I thought to those perfect twins on her chest.  I was
getting cocky, I could almost feel her under me.  Her body was to die
for.

"Go on, take this," and she offered me a shot glass.  She picked up
another one and looked at me "Here's to the sweetest guy, helping
me with calculus," and boom, it was down.  I felt like fire inside,
and not from the shot.  I licked my lips and asked what it was.

"Rum-runner, matey!  No time to waste, have another!  Sex on the
beach?"  She cocked an eye and had me for a second.  I laughed,
feeling the first shot already, and grabbed the second glass from her
hand as she set my empty one down.  "Here's to boys with red
roses," and we tossed back another pair of shots.  I was feeling
great.  She really was one in a million.  I was out of my mind with
excitement, I must be the luckiest guy in the world!  Getting drunk
with one of the hottest girls on campus!  What luck!

She lightened up after the second and we spoke for a bit about stupid
things.  What she had planned for the weekend (kayaking) and how the
semester was going so slow.  "What are you weekend plans?" she
asked with a grin.  I told her I didn't have any.  "Well, maybe I
will have to change that!" she beamed.  I felt special, I would love
to go kayaking with her but I didn't even know how, let alone own a
kayak.  "I don't know how to kayak," I mumbled to her, but she
giggled.  "Oh, don't worry, you won't need to."

Before I could say anything, she continued, "Here, time for
another," and on it went.  "To geeks, hot girls use them, while
nobody else wants them," and she laughed as I downed the shot.
Nobody wants them?  What did she mean?  She was getting drunk!

And here came another shot, it looked like Goldschlager.  Oh god I was
going to be hung-over the next day. "To math nerds, they're good
for something, but every loser has his place!" more laughter and
another shot gone.  I was really feeling it, and she seemed to gather
steam with her... toasts?  They got crazier, and well, to be quite
honest, they got more insulting.  I couldn't tell if she meant it,
but she was laughing, so I guess it was ok.  What's a little joke
between friends?

She gathered up the next shot, we had both done about 7 or 8 now in the
span of 30 minutes.  I was really beginning to get drunk.  Her voice
sounded far away and her smile was permanent.  God I would do anything
for her.

She looked me in the eye and got close to me, scooting on her bed.  I
could feel the heat from her body, and her breasts were literally
almost touching my arm.  Our faces inches apart.   Her knee touched
mine, her skirt was riding so high, I couldn't dare look or she would
bust me.  I felt a little bold, the alcohol was working.  Her breath
still smelled like perfume, or almost like... like roses...She held my
gaze and brought the shot up to my mouth, "Open up..." Not even
letting me touch the glass and said, "Here's to you- a pathetic
excuse for a man, an absolute dork.  So pitiful, thinking a few days of
homework-help and a dozen roses would ever get you anywhere near a
goddess like me,"  and she poured the shot down my mouth.  I shook my
head for a second.  Had she just said that or was I thinking that?
Before I could even think further, let alone take the shot, my face
stung.  She had slapped me.  She held out another shot.  "Go on,
drink it!" she was looking into my eyes, I was a little dumbfounded,
but I drank it anyway.  "Hahahaha!  Loser!" she laughed, and she
grabbed my hair with one hand and with her other hand, reared back her
palm and slapped me as hard as she possible could.  My shot glass went
flying across her carpeted sorority room floor.  I was drunk, but that
had stung!  Stars were flying around my head.

"What was that for?" I asked, backing up a little from her, but she
just scooted along with me along the bed, forcing me into the corner by
the wall.

"I told you what that was for, dork-breath, and we have 2 more shots
to go.  I asked you if you wanted to get fucked up with me, so well, I
am going to fuck you up!"  She remarked, matter of factly, handing me
another shot glass as though nothing had just happened.  If I wasn't
seeing stars, I might have believed none of it had just happened, but
my face stung and I am sure there was a hand print on one side of my
cheek.  Her breath was coming in short gasps, making her chest swell
and heave, I couldn't stop staring at them.  At her, oh god, she was
so hot, but she was going crazy on me.

"God, she plays rough," I thought to myself, taking the shot glass
from her, a little wary of another shot, hoping that she was done with
all that.  She took another shot glass and giggled at my obvious
apprehension.

"Here's to another loser who has fallen into my trap, its lights
out for you, nerd boy, you are such a sucker, I am going to teach you a
lesson you never forget, ever!!!"  I looked over her shoulder while
she was telling me this, something was wrong.  It was the roses.  The
roses were out of the vase.  Actually, the stems were there, thorns and
all, but there wasn't a petal left.  She smiled when she finished
speaking, and all of a sudden I felt the world go black and a multitude
of hands grab me and pin me down.  I dropped the shot glass and tried
to scream, but I was muffled by the bed, and by whatever was over my
head.  I couldn't see a thing.  There were hands everywhere.  On my
arms, my legs, my feet, sitting on me, holding me down, pinning me, I
was literally helpless.  I was drunk, yes, but I was still aware of
what was happening.  I couldn't move a muscle and I was trying.  I
heard a lot of girls laughing, it sounded like half of the sorority was
in her room.

"Ok, Loser, play time is up, and now its pay time.  Pay time for
every nasty glance you gave me, for every lecherous look and for every,
single second I had to put up with your weak-kneed, jerky-boy self.
God, how stupid could you be, thinking you ever had a chance with me!
You might be book smart, but you are as senseless as a dumb mule,"
she remarked as I felt hands adjusting, legs wrapping around me,
sitting on me, twisting me around, onto my back.  I was wrapped in
bodies and hands and legs and absolutely unable to fight them off or
move an inch.

Suddenly the hood over my head was removed and I could see again!
There she was, right above me, my head held in place by her knees as
she sat on the bed looking down at me.  She was also holding my hair,
not allowing me to look around with my head, but with my eyes I could
see at least 7 other girls holding me down.  There were three on each
arm and one on my chest.  I could feel at least another 4 holding my
legs down.  11 girls, good god what the hell was going on.  They were
so hot and so cute, had I just died and gone to heaven?  What in the
hell did she mean about paying up, this was too good to be true, I
would have wet dreams for years with all these hotties next to me.

"OMG he has a boner, I can feel it pressing up against me!  Look!"
one of the girls began to laugh, then they all laughed.  I got red
faced and tried not to show it.  But jesus, what was I supposed to
feel, this was beyond any fantasy.

"Oh God he's so pathetic!" another girls said.

"Take his pants down, let all the other girls see what a sad excuse
for a man he is.  Look how he lacks control, unable to think straight
when his little cock thinks for him,"  As they slid my pants down she
continued, "See, look his little purple head.  See what happens to
him, unable to say no, unable to resist.  This is how you get what you
want out of these dorks.  You turn them on, then you get what you want.
 It's that simple."

"OK, loser, I am happy to introduce you to the pledge class of 2005.
You won't need to know their names right now.  As a matter of fact,
to you, they are all Princesses, got that?"  She was looking down at
me with menace.  Her eyes were ablaze and her demeanor was no longer
playful.  "I am their pledge master, and it's my job to make sure
they learn how to deal with useless fucks like you.  And I intend to
make sure they never, ever forget it."

"Bring me the cake batter"  I saw a huge bowl and a large device
that looked like a caulking gun sticking out of it.  Her spaghetti
strap top hung obscenely over her breasts as she took the bowl, placed
it on my chest, and began to draw the cake batter into the caulking
gun/plastic syringe looking device.  "They use these to put icing on
the top of the cake, but since we don't have a cake yet, I am using
it to draw up all the batter in here.  There is a lot, at least 2,
maybe 3 helpings.  Guess where it's going?" all the girls began to
laugh

"Tell him ladies," she smiled proudly as they announced in unison,

"IN YOUR MOUTH!!" all at once they laughed and shook, their bodies
vibrating and touching me.  I was in heaven, absolute bliss.  "Cake
batter from the most gorgeous girl I had ever talked to while a dozen
or so freshmen girls hold me down?  Oh no, please, what torture!"  I
smiled to myself thinking "This couldn't get any better!!!"
Little did I know how right I was...

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