Chapter 1

There I was at university four hundred miles away from home, and just turned nineteen years old.

During my studies, I had become friendly with several students, and a couple of my close friends (both girls) asked if I wanted to go away for a weekend, from Friday evening to Sunday night, with them and three male students for a bit of fun. Well, I guess I had a bit of a crush on one of the guys as I thought he was a bit ‘dishy’ at the time, so I agreed without too much thought or hesitation.

As there were six of us, we agreed to take two cars. Somehow, and I am not too sure how it happened, I ended up taking only guys in my vehicle, and the two girls said they would come on in theirs later.

As soon as the lectures finished on the Friday in question, I packed a small case with my stuff and picked up the three guys as arranged. We drove out of the city and down the motorway, all chatting about uni life, exams and what we might do over the weekend, but nothing of a sexual nature. I remember gushing about how much I was enjoying my time away at university, even though it was in England and not my native Scotland.

The place where we were staying was about an hour away from the halls of residence. It was out in the countryside and seemingly relatively remote. It was a large bungalow that looked like it needed a bit of work, but I knew it was cheap, as we had all agreed to pay a sixth each for the weekend. Costs matter a lot to someone from Scotland!

I pulled the car up on the gravel drive, and I got out, saying, “I guess the others will be along soon. Their lectures did not finish as early as ours.”

My observation was greeted with silence.

We moved our stuff out of the car and walked towards the front door. I had thought it strange that no one had mentioned the key to the place, but I never thought to ask. One of the guys walked up and opened the door for me, and I walked inside. No key needed!

It was a large bungalow with a massive lounge and wooden floors in most rooms except the bathroom and kitchen, which were both tiled. There were five generous-sized bedrooms, and I chose one that had a view of the garden and the countryside beyond. There was a slight musty smell about the place as though it had not been used in a while. It was, however, clean and cosy-looking.

I shouted out to the others, “This should be great for all of us.”

Someone replied from the doorway, “Yes, it really should.”

I turned around to see the doorway filled with male bodies. “What are you all doing here?” I questioned unbelievingly.

There was general amusement until someone answered, “We thought you might like us to join you for a few days.”

As you can guess, I was very, very surprised and said rather naively, “What for?”

Of course, my naive reply elicited much more laughter.

I was a little scared and also amazed at seeing all these young men. Someone said, “Come through so we can discuss everything over coffee.”

I went into the lounge, where fifteen young men were all eying me up like vultures.

“Wow,” one said, “You’re fabulous!”

Then another exclaimed, “I expected a fat old hag, not a young fit sexy bird like this! It can’t be real.”

“Hold on, what’s going on?” I questioned as I sat down at the table in the large lounge-dining room area.

One of the guys who had driven with me then spoke up.

“Look, Rach. We know that you like sex and also love to be tied up and the like. We thought it would be great fun for you, and of course for us, if we had a fun weekend together.”

Well, to say I was surprised would be an understatement! I was livid!

“Absolutely not!” I postulated. “Are you really asking me to stay here with you lot so you can fuck me all weekend as though I were some cheap whore?”

I could see that the guys were a little taken aback by my forthright refusal.

“Not exactly, Rach. Yes, we’ll be honest, we’d all love to have sex with you. I mean, who wouldn’t? We also want to do what pleases you, and we know that you enjoy ... how shall I put it ... certain things like being tied up and whipped. We want to do what pleases you, too.”

“Let me get this straight,” I said sharply, “Have you all planned to get me here for the weekend so you can fuck me and whip me?”

Several of the young men attempted to answer at once, all attempting to pacify me.

“Look, Rachel,” my friend said, “You can leave now or at any time over the weekend. Don’t you think, though, that it would be such a shame to miss out on the opportunity of pleasing all of us, especially as we have so much planned for you this weekend.”

As I looked around and saw some rather handsome hunks, a feeling of excitement came over me. I realised all these young men had agreed to go away for the weekend, with just me as the entertainment. I guess that this fuelled my decision to stay at least for one night.

“Okay,” I said tentatively. “Let’s see how it goes tonight.”

As soon as I said I would stay, there were whoops of delight for everyone in the room.

“Can we do as we want with you?” Someone enquired.

“Well,” I responded, still in a state of shock, “Withing reason.”

“You tell us anytime you want us to stop something, Rachel and we will stop immediately, no question asked. Is that okay with you?”

“I guess so,” I replied, smiling for the first time, “I guess thatif I’m stayingI have little option.”

Someone immediately said, “Right then, let’s get started.”

They yanked me out of the seat onto my feet, and my arms were held fast behind my back.

I confess I was most surprised by this immediate response, as I had expected to sit on the sofa and enjoy their attention over coffee before anything spicy happened.

Another added, “We have two lads here who have never seen a woman naked before, so we thought it only fair to give them the first opportunity.”

The two, both in their first year, were pushed forward and came up to the front of me.

“What can we do to her?” one enquired.

“Anything you like,” came the reply.

“Why not start by ripping her clothes off?” someone suggested.

With that, one of them grabbed the top of my blouse and tore it open, popping its buttons. I was a bit staggered at this, as it was a beautiful blouse. It was pulled off my shoulders and down my arms, leaving it between my shoulders and elbows.

Next, they lifted my skirt and ran their hands up and down my legs, taking delight in feeling my pussy through my knickers. The skirt was elasticated, so it was down and around my ankles with a couple of yanks.

Two of the students continued holding me tight, allowing the two newbies to enjoy looking at me and feeling me all over while in my underwear.

I remember someone, who was obviously growing impatient, saying, “Get on with it.”

In response, one of the young men pulled my knickers down as the other popped my bra, leaving me naked, and I have to say, greatly embarrassed being stared at by so many highly charged young men. I felt myself going very red. When my knickers came down, there were gasps from several and comments about how hairy my pussy was. For those interested, it is still natural and untamed.

One guy pulled at the thick thatch of hair between my legs as another, holding me, said, “Don’t worry, we intend to shave that for her over the weekend.”

I cried out, “Not on your life. Please, not that, don’t do that, please.”

Another answered, “If you behave, you may keep it, but if you do not do as you are told, off it will come.”

The two who had stripped me cupped my breasts in their hands.

“Not very big, are they?” one said.

Then the suggestion was made that the two young men could explore me more intimately if they positioned me over the table.

I was marched over to it by those still holding my arms. I waddled as best I could due to my skirt and knickers still around my ankles.

Once at the table, I was bent over one end as they removed the restricting clothing. I had to spread my legs, which I did, but not far enough for those standing behind me. Two others came to me and pulled them wider.

One of the older students, who I think was about twenty-one, said he would show the two younger guys around. He commenced at my ankles and worked his way up my rather long legs, making provocative suggestions about their possible exciting use.

At my bottom, he stopped saying, “This has many uses, and one of the best is for smacking, here have a go.”

With that, he moved over, allowing the two guys to give me several medium-hard smacks. When they had finished, I felt my cheeks pulled aside to allow a good look at my arse hole.

“This can be used in lots of ways. She uses it to crap, but we can use it to test things by pushing them inside. Exciting for us but painful and embarrassing for her!”

I could feel a hand moving around to my pussy and another guiding it and opening up my clit so that the other’s fingers could run inside. The instructor explained that this was a woman’s most intimate part, and if it was wet, she was enjoying herself.

Suddenly, the guy whose fingers were inside me said, “Hey, she’s wet.”

I was indeed, and some shouted encouragement to the two newbies.

“There,” said the one showing the other around my body, “She likes you, so she should enjoy it when you finally fuck her.”

I had to stand then and turn around to face the older male and the two younger ones. Two guys continued to hold me upright while my breasts were pinched, pulled and given little smacks by the two younger ones, all under the watchful gaze of the leader.

Someone instructed me to kneel. I could feel several hands applying a downward force to my arms, still held behind me, as well as to my shoulders. I bent my legs and fell to my knees.

“Open your mouth,” I was ordered. I did not straight away, so I was told again, “Open your mouth!” This time, the order came more forcefully, so I complied.

Fingers ran excitedly around my lips. Explanations were given in some detail that this woman’s mouth had many uses, including licking, sucking, holding, drinking, kissing and eventually eating.

“Right,” the older one commanded, “She disobeyed the first time I told her to open her mouth. It’s time she learned here and now that this weekend she obeys every commandment given to her by any of us, first time every time. Tie her hands together in front of her.”

My hands were brought around in front of me and secured with some homemade Velcro cuffs. Tied around the middle of these, between my wrists, was a blue nylon rope, which was thrown up and over a low beam in the room. This was pulled tight, lifting my hands above my head.

Initially, I was on tiptoes, but I was then lowered because my legs needed to be apart. I looked at the older student who had taken the lead in my body exploration.

“What are you goingto do?” I enquired.

He turned to someone and said, “Horsewhip.”

A long whip, possibly three meters in length, was handed to him. “Well,” he said, “You disobeyed a command, and we don’t want that happening too often while we are all together. We need to remind you to be obedient to each of us. These two lads are going to conduct their first whipping session.”

Someone said, “Cover her tits, or they will be no fun later.”

My bra was placed over my breasts and fastened at the back, but without wearing the shoulder straps. The command was given for me to spread my legs, which I did immediately.