It's the next day, Sunday, and I'm eating breakfast with Mia, Caleb, and Audrey. We've just barely cleaned our plates when our conversation is interrupted by shouts.

An older student stands on a table and crows. "Hazing day! We're taking all the virgins to the park!" People clap and whoop at this statement, and I don't think we're going for a fun picnic.

"How do they even know who's a virgin?" I ask.

Caleb answers, "It's supposed to be confidential, but it's surprisingly easy to access people's files in the office. Not that I've tried." He adds hastily.

Before any of us can respond, someone grabs my arm and pulls me away from the table. I manage to stop myself from shrieking and let the seniors drag me away.

I see several other people being herded outside with me, down the marble steps and to the sidewalk, but my then my vision is obscured with a tightly tied blindfold and my protests snuffed with a gag. The restricted movement is disorienting, but it's turning me on.

I feel someone's hands on the back of my head, untying the gag and the blindfold. I see we're at the far side of a park, not too close to the benches and the pathways where people are jogging and walking their dogs.

"Listen up!" It's the same voice from the cafeteria. "In order to be accepted - and I mean really accepted - at Sex University, it’s our job to warm you up. Think of this as us doing a favor for you. Now, usually we're not so kind, and force you all into orgies, but we'll give you some options.

"1. You can have sex with each other. 2. You can have sex with us. And 3. If you don't want to have sex, you'll let us use you as we see fit."

The other freshmen seem fine, eyeing one another or the boys that brought us here. I, however, am beginning to panic. I don't want to lose my virginity to a stranger!

The large group that brought us here breaks up into smaller groups closing in on each of the freshmen.

Several senior boys back me up to a tree in the woods and surround me.

"What option do you choose?" The first one asks.

"The third one." I answer as evenly as possible. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous. I fantasized about sex for so many years that I never thought I would have inhibitions when my time finally came.

He chuckles. "I don't know if you're going to be able to handle this. We're not going to let you off easy."

I nod, and they seem satisfied.

"Any conditions?" He asks.

"I don't want to have sex with you. Any of you."

There's some muffled laughter.

"Okay then. What do you want us to do?"

"Anything but that." They seem to understand 'that' to mean 'your dick in my pussy'.

They re-tie the blindfold, stepping back to admire their work, and I wait expectantly.

"Well?" He asks. "Are you gonna undress yourself or do we have to do it for you?"

"Strip me babe." I say. I hear the click of a camera starting to record my first sex tape, and I'm glad my face is mostly covered.

I feel several pairs of hands on me, pulling my shirt shirt off, tugging my shorts down, and slipping off my shoes. I brought enough sets of sexy underwear to last a lifetime because I know I would put them to good use. Lingerie is a staple clothing item at Sex Academy, other than going nude. Someone puts the gag back on over my mouth, half choking me.

When someone tries to take my thong off, their hands are slapped away.

"Uh uh uh." He says. "She didn't want to fuck, did she?" He puts his mouth next to my ear and hisses, "We're gonna lock that pussy up and no one will go near. No one gets to touch it."

He rips off my bra and thong, and immediately locks on a chastity belt. It's tight and cold against my opening. I can't even protest with my mouth covered.

I end up on my back and they converge on me. There are a pair of hands fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples. A mouth, sucking on my neck, biting and leaving bruises. They are teasing me mercilessly, stroking my thighs and my stomach. I just want them to fingerfuck me, that's all. Just ram a dildo in me, or play with my clit, or eat me out until I'm screaming, please, please!

Despite their promise not to go near my pussy, I feel several fingers tracing up my thighs and around and around my bikini line. I'm quaking. I don't know how I'm going to be able to stand this torture.

Suddenly, they stop. They untie my gag. I hear the sweet sound of the chastity belt being unlocked. My juices must be streaming out of my vagina, soaking the ground beneath.

He's back, hissing in my ear. "Do you want us to make you cum? Beg for it, you slut." I nod, moaning, and try to finger myself. He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. "Say it."

"Ohh," I moan. "Yes please master."

I hear snickers but don't care. I'm so turned on. They begin widening my slit with a vaginal speculum, and I moan, grateful for any sort of touch down there.

"Your cunt is so damn tight," He says. "Think we can push it all the way in?" I feel the tip of a dildo parting my lips, and then it's shoved into me. I scream. It hurts so bad but it feels so, so good, filling me up, making me whole. Someone is continuing to pull and push the dildo in and out of me. Another is sucking on my neck and down to my nipples. And someone else is holding a vibrator to my clit, making my legs twitch and shake. I cum once, twice, three times, spraying my juices everywhere.

I'm lying there in pure euphoria, unable to move my body, when he slides on top of me.

His breath is hot in my ear. "Are you sure I can't fuck you?" He asks sweetly.

My pussy is screaming, "Yes! Yes!" But I shake my head and he relents, pushing off my body. "Ah well, it was worth a try."

He unties the blindfold, and they all leave to check on the other freshmen. I had never orgasmed until just now, and the high I'm on is addictive. I want more. I need more. I'm not going to be able to live without sex, my pussy wet and slick for life.

I look around for my clothes but they're nowhere to be found. I'm completely naked, but that's probably a common sight around the Sex Academy. I suddenly want to get out of here, not used to being nude around so many people. Surely they're finished using us as sex slaves.

I'm creeping away when someone spots me.

"Hey!" He shouts. "She's getting away!"

I panic, and start sprinting down the path. People stare as I run past, ogling at my bare body, and I'm so glad that my friends from high school forced me to join track.

I make it back to my dorm without anyone catching up to me. Audrey is the only one there, sitting at a large desk and filling out some forms. She looks up at me with a surprised look on her face. She shoves the papers back into a folder and moves toward me as I'm frantically dressing myself.

"Are you okay?" She asks, concerned. "What happened?"

I explain, and her face becomes expressionless. "They're probably looking for you. Did you really think they were going to let you go that easy?"

I groan, and Audrey smiles a little. "Take a shower and get cleaned up, okay? You're covered in dirt." She brushes back strands of my hair, tucking them behind my ear.

There's a knock at the door, and she goes to let our roommates in, while I step into the large shower. The warm water and sweet smelling soap is a nice contrast to the dirt and grass I was covered in before. It's so nice that I'm tempted to ask Audrey to join me.

I shut off the water and wrap myself in a soft towel, not wearing anything underneath. I'm thinking that I'll casually let the towel slip, when I see that Audrey is not alone. And it's not Caleb or Mia.

It's the senior boys.

"Looks like we found our little escapee."

They all start laughing, an evil sound, and I barely have time to process what has happened when I look at Audrey's face. She gives me an apologetic look. I swallow hard. It's not her fault they showed up, and it's not like she could kick them out.

Apparently I was the only one who evaded capture, or even tried to get away. I recall the stupor I was in after cumming several times and can't blame them.

Someone enters the room. It's him. The ringleader of the group.

"Well, well, well." He says slowly. "I can't wait to punish you."