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Subject: {ASSM} The Initiation - Chapter 4 - The Road Trip (ENF, MMMFf)
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Chapter 4 - The Road Trip

   Friday.  The Pledge Week retreat!

   Jessica slept poorly that night, replaying the humiliating details of
the evening's ordeal over and over in her head.  Being interrogated in her
bikini by campus security while other students passed by and laughed. 
Running down Fraternity Row half naked.  Knocking on the Sigma Tau door
like some hired stripper.  Kissing Nick in front of everyone.  And the
spanking, being forced to bend over and grab her knees while everyone
looked on and Shannon slapped her bikini-clad ass with a paddle!  Jessica
tossed and turned, burying her head in her pillow to stifle the whimpers of
recollected embarrassment.

   So preoccupied was she by these memories that she gave little thought to
the Pledge Week trip on which she and the rest of her future sisters were
scheduled to leave that morning.  It was not until her phone buzzed with a
text message, shortly past 6:30 a.m., that she even remembered she had yet
to pack.

   "meet parking lot H for init trip 7:30," the text said.  It was from
Shannon.

   This was a change.  The Theta pledges had previously been told to gather
at the sorority house at 9:00 to leave for their retreat to Mt.  Greenwood.
Was this some sort of test?  In any case, the new ETD gave Jessica little
time to prepare.  She sprang out of bed, and, trying her best not to
disturb her roommate, began to change.

   As she pulled her sweat pants off, Jessica discreetly inspected her
bottom in the mirror.  She was sure she still felt some residual soreness
from last night's paddling, but, as there were no obvious marks, perhaps
the lingering pain was psychological.  After a quick trip to the shower,
Jessica selected her outfit: her favorite jeans, a button-up yellow blouse,
white panties, and a solid white bra with just a hint of frill running
along the top of the cups.

   Fully changed, Jessica had just begun to gather her things for the trip
when her phone buzzed again.

   "And pack that swimsuit," texted Shannon.

   Jessica winced.  What torments were in store for her at the Mt. 
Greenwood cabin?

   ***

   Jessica approached Parking Lot H expecting to see a gaggle of Thetas and
Theta pledges milling around and perhaps a rented University van or two. 
Instead, the parking lot was oddly quiet.

   She was about to turn around, thinking she had the wrong time or place,
when she saw Shannon.  Shannon was standing by a silver car, shoving a bag
into the open trunk.  Beside her was a boy.  As Jessica walked closer, she
recognized the cropped dark hair and tall, athletic build of Nick, his
broad shoulders straining the weave of a dark grey cardigan, his elbow
resting confidently on roof of the car.

   Jessica stopped short, but Nick had spotted her and called out.  "Hey,
there she is!  Morning, Jess!  Hope you're not feeling too sore this
morning!"

   Jessica blushed deeply.  Still, there didn't seem to be any cruelty
behind Nick's playful grin, and Jessica wondered if she was maybe taking
the incident too seriously.  After all, she was in college now.  Perhaps
she needed to loosen up.

   Shannon turned and smiled as well, though her expression could not be
described as playful nor entirely without cruelty.

   "Glad you decided to show up on time.  It would be a shame if we had to
start this road trip off with another punishment."

   The car was a mid-90's Volvo with a long hood and generous trunk space.
As she hesitantly approached, Jessica peered in confusion at the open
trunk, which clearly contained more luggage than just Shannon's.

   "Where is everyone else?" she asked.

   "Everybody's taking separate cars.  Nick's gonna drive us up to the
cabin," Shannon said.  "We'll meet everyone else there."

   "Nick's coming?" Jessica asked in confusion.  She had thought the Theta
initiation was a closed ritual.

   "Just for the drive," Shannon replied, "But this is all part of the
test, Rushie.  What's the Theta motto?"

   "Dedication, Obedience, Discipline," Jessica replied.

   "That's right.  And Nick's going to help us test your obedience.  I've
sold him your paddle for the length of the trip, so you better do
everything he tells you to, just like it was one of us telling you."

   By way of illustration, Nick pulled Jessica's paddle out of the back
seat of the Volvo, casually resting it on his shoulder like a baseball
slugger.

   "Sold?" Jessica was taken aback.  Was this within the rules?  Could
non-Thetas wield power over her as well?

   "Well, traded," Shannon said, "Speaking of . . ."

   Nick looked slightly annoyed, as if he would rather Shannon not have
said anything in front of Jessica, but, after a casual glance over his
shoulder, he motioned Shannon into the car and climbed in beside her,
closing the door and leaving Jessica to stand awkwardly alone by the open
trunk.

   After a few seconds, Shannon emerged abruptly, and Jessica thought she
heard Nick say sharply under his breath " . . .  other half after we get
there."

   "Back in a minute, Rushie," Shannon said, "Get your bag in the trunk."

   As Shannon hurried off, Nick emerged from the car, Jessica's paddle
still in his hand.  Jessica shuffled her feet nervously, unsure of what to
say or do.  She had never been good at talking to boys, let alone one that
had been given unrestricted authority to issue her orders.  And, perhaps,
it didn't help that Jessica found Nick undeniably handsome.

   Luckily, Nick smiled at her reassuringly.

   "Hey, no worries, Jess.  This is standard hazing stuff.  The Thetas
always bring along a couple of guys to give the pledges a hard time.  You
know that girl Ashley?  With the curly hair?  I drove up to the cabin with
her last year."

   Jessica did know Ashley.  She liked her.  If Ashley could get through
the initiation, so could she.  Jessica smiled nervously at Nick and
attempted some small talk.

   "How long have you and Shannon--?"

   Nick gave a sudden laugh, causing Jessica to pause.

   "You're Shannon's boyfriend, right?"

   "Well, yeah, Shannon and I, we have our . . .  arrangements.  What about
you?  You have a boyfriend?"

   Jessica shook her head.

   "Virgin?"

   Jessica looked at Nick wide-eyed, stunned by the directness of the
question from this boy she'd just met.  Nick laughed.

   "Jeez, loosen up, Jess.  You're gonna be asked way more embarrassing
questions than that before the weekend's up."

   "N-no," Jessica said finally.

   Before Nick could follow up, his attention was drawn to the approach of
two figures, weaving their way through the parked cars towards the Volvo.
It was two boys, both carrying backpacks.  After a moment , Jessica
recognized one as the pimply kid who had greeted her at the Sig House door
the previous night.

   "Bout time, guys," Nick said, "This is Matt and this is Dylan.  Guys,
meet Jessica, the newest Theta pledge."

   "Oh, I remember," said the one who had been introduced as Dylan, a
slightly overweight boy with pale skin, dark circles under his eyes and a
head of shaggy brown hair.

   "Yeah, that's right.  You left quite an impression," Nick said.  "You
were all the guys around the house could talk about last night."

   Jessica blushed once again, reminded that both these boys had been among
the crowd ogling her breasts and cheering as she bent over to receive her
punishment.

   "Nice to meet you," she muttered.

   "Shan skipped out to powder her nose.  We'll roll out as soon as she's
back," Nick told his fraternity brothers.  "Pop your bags in the trunk,
it's gonna be tight in the car."

   Jessica's eyes widened.  These two were coming too?  This was not what
she had pictured at all.

   Just then, Shannon returned.  She seemed weirdly energized and spoke
quickly.  "Yeah!  Ok, time to get this show on the road, bitches!  Nick,
keys!  I wanna drive!"

   Nick shrugged and tossed her the keys.

   "Get your ass in the back seat, Rushie!  You're riding bitch between
these two!  Let's go let's go!"

   With that, Shannon jumped into the driver's seat.  Jessica glanced at
the boys.  Matt gave her a goofy, smiling shrug and stuffed a few rogue
strands of blonde hair back under his baseball cap.  Dylan sized her up
with a hungry smirk that Jessica didn't like in the least.

   Nick opened the door for her, and Jessica slid into the back seat.  Matt
slid in next to her on one side, Dylan on the other.  It was cramped, and
Jessica pressed her legs firmly together to keep her thighs from brushing
too much against her male co-passengers.

   "Blindfold!" Shannon said as soon as the doors were closed.

   From the front seat, Nick reached back and handed her a strip of cloth.
Jessica took it but merely held it loosely in her hand in puzzlement.

   "But . . .  why?" she asked.

   "Jessica . . ." Nick said with a note of reproach in his voice.  "What's
the watchword for this weekend?"

   "I don't . . ."

   "O . . .  O . . ." Nick prompted.

   "O-Obedience?" said Jessica, causing Dylan to snicker.

   "So put the blindfold on.  No questions.  Just do it." Nick said.

   Jessica nodded, and tied the blindfold on.  Not being able to see made
her feel all the more vulnerable, sitting here in this strange vehicle,
surrounded by these boys she didn't know.  But she swallowed hard and told
herself to go with the flow.

   She felt the Volvo's engine start, and Shannon pulled out so suddenly
and erratically that Jessica's self-consciousness was momentarily replaced
by fear for her life.

   ***

   They drove without talking for the first fifteen minutes or so, Jessica
in complete darkness and shuddering every time she felt the car accelerate
abruptly or make a hard turn that would send her squishing into either
Dylan or Matt.

   Eventually, they reached what must be the highway and leveled off into a
consistent cruising speed.  Either Shannon or Nick turned down the radio,
which had been blaring, and Nick addressed Jessica.

   "So Shannon's given me this paddle, and I guess I wouldn't be taking my
responsibility seriously if I didn't use it.  So I'm gonna tell you to do
some things, ok?  And you're going to do them, right?"

   "What things?" Jessica asked automatically.

   "Remember what we agreed about questions?" Nick replied.  "You need to
show your sisters that you understand obedience, and I'm going to help test
you, ok?  So when I tell you to do something, you're not going to argue or
hesitate.  You're just going to do it.  Aren't you?"

   Jessica cleared her throat nervously.

   "Y-yes," she said.

   "Cuz here's how this works.  If you don't cooperate right away, I'm
going to have to punish you."

   Punish?  Nick seemed so nice, almost protective, Jessica had allowed
herself to think that maybe things would go easier for her with him
apparently in charge.  But clearly he was perfectly on board to humiliate
the new Theta pledge.  Just go along, Jessica told herself, every girl in
this sorority's gone through this.  "And how do you think you're going to
get punished?" Nick asked.  "A spuh . . .  spuh . . ."

   "A spanking," Jessica forced herself to say, her voice petering out into
a hoarse croak on the second syllable.  She felt the knot in her stomach
tighten as she imagined herself being spanked by Nick.

   "Right!  See?  You're catching on.  If you don't follow directions well
or you give me a lot of grief about it, that's what's going to happen.  I'm
going to spank that cute behind of yours, and, no offense to Shannon, but
I'm guessing I can bring a little more force to bear on my swing.  Plus,
we'd have to pull over to spank you by the side of the road, and then we'd
screw up the great time we're making."

   To her left, Matt chuckled.

   "But that's not gonna happen, cuz you're going to follow directions to
the letter, right?"

   Jessica gulped and nodded.

   "Ok.  So here we go.  First things first.  Simon saaaaaaays . . .  show
us your tits."

   The car went silent.

   Jessica's head spun.  It was what she had been afraid of but was still
somehow unprepared for.  She was torn.  Never had she imagined that she
would be in the position, blindfolded and pinned in among a carful of
fraternity boys, being asked to flash her naked breasts.  On the other
hand, maybe she was being too uptight.  Perhaps this was just part of the
college experience.  Those girls in the Spring Break videos did it all the
time . . .

   "Quit being such a fucking prude!" demanded Shannon.  "These guys have
already seen plenty of your boobs."

   "She's right, Jess.  I don't know what kind of bra you've got on, but it
can't be any sexier than that swimsuit you had on last night.  Come on,"
added Nick.  "Just a quick look.  Start by unbuttoning that blouse."

   What choice did she have?  Demand that Shannon turn the car around? 
Quit the sorority?  Slowly, Jessica unbuckled her seatbelt and reached a
trembling hand to the top button of her blouse.  She popped it open.  She
still couldn't see anything, but she could feel the stares of the three
boys following her actions closely.

   One by one, Jessica undid the buttons, and, slowly, more and more of her
skin came into view.  Finally, she freed the final button, just underneath
her navel, and the blouse fell open, revealing her elegant torso, bare but
for the white cotton bra that clung to her breasts.

   "Pull it open more," instructed Nick.

   Jessica pulled the blouse open, pushing it over her breasts, bringing
them fully into view.  Matt made an audible exhale of breath in
appreciation.

   "Ok, now pull your bra down," said Nick.

   The tension in the car was palpable as they waited to see if Jessica
would comply, giving them a peek at her naked breasts.

   "Jessica, pull your bra down," Nick said again.

   Her ingrained respect for authority coming into play once again, Jessica
reacted swiftly to the firmness in Nick's voice.  With a shy blush, she
grasped the lacy top of her bra cups and eased them tentatively downward.
Jessica's nipples popped into view.

   "Further," Nick said.

   Jessica pulled the bra further off of her tits until eventually they
spilled out completely.  One of her bra straps slid down her shoulder. 
Jessica felt tears of anxiety welling up behind the blindfold.

   "Holy shit," Matt whispered.

   "That's perfect.  You're doing great, Jess.  Just hold that position for
a few more seconds," Nick said.

   Jessica tried her best to hold still.  She no longer had to hold on to
her bra cups, which were now held securely beneath the underside of her
boobs, but she continued to clutch them anyway, prepared to cover herself
back up the moment Nick allowed her to.

   "Ok, how about you just take that shirt off completely, just for a few
miles," said Nick.

   Jessica hesitated.  What about the other drivers on the highway?  What
would they think if they saw a girl riding topless in the back of this car
full of men?  But she bit her lip, telling herself she had come this far,
and slid the open blouse over her shoulders.  She awkwardly bounced in her
seat as she jerked her arms out of the shirt, causing her tits to jiggle
tantalizingly.  She held the blouse in her lap.

   "Give it to me," said Nick.

   Fighting off a sense of nausea at giving Nick control of her clothes,
Jessica thrust the blouse out blindly in front of her, her outstretched arm
shaking uncontrollably.

   "Now the bra," said Nick.

   Jessica reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  It slid off, leaving
her completely naked from the waist up.  Jessica instinctively crossed her
arms.

   "Good job, Jess.  You're being very cooperative.  Now just give me the
bra, and then I want you to put your arms down, ok?"

   As uncomfortable as she was with letting Nick handle her underthings,
Jessica held her bra out in front of her.  Nick took it.

   "Great.  I'll just keep that safe for you," said Nick, "Now, I want you
to put your hands on the car seat.  Palms down on the seat, ok?"

   Jessica thought once again about the other drivers on the highway. 
Beside her, she could feel both Matt and Dylan shift in their seats, as if
angling for a better view.  After several deep breaths, she lowered her
arms, placing her naked tits on full, unobstructed display for her male
companions and who-knew-who-else who might be looking through the car
windows.

   "See, was that so hard, Jess?" Nick said.  "Now just keep your hands
right there for a few more minutes, then I'll give you your shirt back,
alright?"

   Jessica gave an anxious nod and even attempted a little smile, as if
handing an upperclass frat boy her bra and riding around topless in the
back of his car surrounded by his pals was no big deal.

   Just then, she heard an electronic noise to her left that made her head
jerk in its direction.  She told herself that she had imagined it, but then
it came again.  A soft, electronic "chu-chk." The artificial sound of a
camera shutter.  Panicked, her hands flew up at once to cover herself.

   "Aw, what happened, Jess?  You were doing so great," Nick said.

   "I-is that . . .  ?" Jessica began, "Are . . .  Are you taking
pictures?"

   "Well," Nick evaded, "What if we were?  You're saying you don't want any
mementos of your big weekend?"

   Jessica shook her head tentatively, not sure if the question was
rhetorical.

   "Look, I understand.  But having photographic evidence is a standard
part of the ritual.  Isn't that right, Shan?"

   "Huh?  Oh, yeah," Shannon replied, "We've got pictures of every girl's
tits.  What, you think you're special, Rushie?"

   "It's not like anyone else is going to see these," continued Nick,
"after all, you don't see a bunch of topless pics of the other Thetas
floating around campus, do you?"

   Jessica shook her head uncertainly.  That was true, but the idea of
anyone taking such compromising semi-nude photos of her was still
inconceivable to her.

   "In fact, Shannon's probably gonna kill me for telling you this," Nick
said in a conspiratorial whisper, "but they delete all the pictures as soon
as the initiation's over.  It's all a big goof, just something to scare the
pledges and test their dedication or whatever."

   "God damn it, Nick!" Shannon said, banging her hands on the steering
wheel in a theatrical display of anger (though not nearly as much anger as
might be expected, Jessica couldn't help thinking), "You're giving away all
our secrets!"

   "But that's if you become a Theta," Shannon quickly added, in a hiss
directed at Jessica, "If you baby out and we have to take you home, I can't
guarantee where those pictures will end up."

   "So come on, Jess," Nick coaxed.  "Put your hands back on the seat and
let us take a few more shots of your boobs.  Then I'll toss you your things
back, and you can relax."

   Hardly able to believe what she was doing, Jessica forced herself to put
her arms back to her sides and expose her breasts.  Immediately, the camera
noises began again, and Jessica let out a tiny sigh of shame.

   "Hey, just so we get a few shots without the whole kidnap victim vibe,
let's take off the blindfold, huh?" Nick said, "That's cool, right Shan?"

   "Whatever," Shannon replied.

   "Ok.  Dylan, help Jess untie that thing.  Jess, remember not to move
your hands."

   Suddenly, the blindfold was removed, and Jessica blinked hard against
the abrupt flood of light.  She looked around.  Her stomach turned
somersaults.  It was even worse than she'd imagined.  To her right, Dylan
was gazing fixedly at her naked breasts, beads of sweat forming on his
forehead.  In his hands, held at about crotch-level, he had a camcorder
that was busily panning up and down Jessica's body.

   In front, turned all the way around in his seat to face her, Nick also
had a video camera, a higher-end model than Dylan's, that was trained on
Jessica's startled face.  To her left, Matt fiddled with the settings on a
still camera.

   Jessica couldn't help herself.  Her hands flew up once again to shield
her breasts from the documentation that they were being subjected to from
every angle.

   "Hey hey hey," Nick chided, "Hands down, Jess.  Hands down."

   Jessica's head swam.

   "Please . . .  I . . .  I can't . . ."

   No sooner were the words out of Jessica's mouth than the car swerved
without warning.  Shannon violently pulled the Volvo over to the highway's
shoulder, braking so suddenly that Jessica was sent flying forward, bare
breasts and all, into Nick's camera.

   When the car came to a halt, Jessica was thrown backwards again, and,
for a sickening moment, she found herself knocked over into Matt's lap.  In
the brief second before she could right herself, she thought she felt the
bulge of his erection pressing against her shoulder.

   Finally, she managed to get her bearings.  Dust kicked up by the Volvo's
sudden stop drifted by the windows in billows.  Shannon had swiveled in the
driver's seat and was scowling back at her.

   "Out of the car," she snarled.

   -- Chapters of The Initiation previously posted to ASSM available at
billhcollins.wordpress.com 

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