Lisa knew college could affect the course of her life, but she could never have imagined what would happen when she decided to rush for a sorority. Waking up disoriented and strapped to a table, Lisa's first thought is some jerk at a party spiked her drink for a good time, but she soon discovers something much more sinister. Her sorority sisters are in league with a devil, and they've served Lisa up on a silver platter.
Warnings: This title contains elements of erotic horror, graphic language, and sex.
Word Count: 6,157
Unconsciously, she began to slide her hands over her glistening skin. When her fingers reached the soft flesh of her mound, her eyes flew open in shock. “What the fuck?” she muttered aloud as her hand grazed across nothing but bare skin where hair should have been. “I didn’t… I know I didn’t.” Her voice quivered as the sick puddle of fear gripped her belly.
Was I raped?
Without bothering to finish her bath, Lisa rose from the tub and quickly dried off, the soft fluffy towel sending sparks of pleasure racing through her when she rubbed it against her swollen pussy lips. Ignoring the rawness between her legs, she ran for the bedroom and dressed. Down the hall, she banged on the door of one of her new sorority sisters.
“Lisa, what’s wrong?” Liz asked when she opened the door and was confronted by a trembling Lisa, whose eyes were wide and glazed over with shock.
“Something’s happened to me… but I don’t know what. I don’t remember.”
Liz put her arm around Lisa’s shoulder and guided her into the room and sat her on the bed. “Sweetie, nothing could have happened to you. I promise.”
“But something did…”
“I was with you last night, remember? At the initiation… things got a little wild, yes, but nothing happened. You drank too much, and I helped you to your room and put you to bed. That’s it.”
“But…” Lisa’s embarrassment at discussing something so private warred with the terror consuming her body. “I…”
“Hair… I don’t have any hair.”
“You aren’t making any sense Lisa. Of course you have hair.” To make her point, Liz ran her fingers through Lisa’s luxurious brown tresses. “Beautiful hair, I might add.”
“No… I mean… down there," her last words faded into a whisper as her emerald eyes shifted towards her pussy.
“Well that’s no big deal Lisa. Many girls shave their pussy.”
“Of course you did. How else would you not have any hair?”
“I don’t know… but I know I didn’t shave it. I wouldn’t have ever thought to do something like that.”
The smile of a parent listening to a tale from a child passed across Liz’s face. “It didn’t shave itself dear.” She patted her hand reassuringly. “People do crazy things when they are drunk. I bet you did it last night after I took you to your room and you just don’t remember it.”
Lisa vehemently shook her head.
“Why don’t I get you something to drink? It might help calm you down.”
Liz disappeared into the hall and returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of coffee.
“Thanks.” Lisa took the cup and slowly sipped it, the heat of the dark brown liquid flowing through her body and bringing with it a sense of calm. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t remember doing it, but it’s the only explanation,” Lisa stated, though the slight waver of her voice hinted she was far from convinced. Handing the cup to Liz, she thanked her and returned to her room.
Cautiously, she entered the bathroom, as if something might jump out and grab her when she walked through the door. Confirmation of Liz’s suggestion met her eyes as she spied a pink razor and the can of shaving gel resting on the tub ledge. The strange thing was, she could have sworn they were sitting on the shelf above the toilet when she left the room in such a hurry several minutes before.
Deciding to finish the bath she’d begun earlier, she added hot water to the tub and brought the tepid temperature back up to comfort level and once again stepped into the water after shedding her clothing. The steamy heat enveloped her weary body as she reclined against the back of the tub. Vague images of what she thought must have been a dream from the night before flitted through her mind.
Feelings of powerful arousal and lust flooded her body, a sudden ache springing in her full breasts. Absentmindedly, she reached up and squeezed the firm mounds, the milky droplets beading on her nipples going unnoticed as her already wet fingers gently tugged on the throbbing buds. Gradually, the warmth of the water soothed the tension from her body, and her eyelids grew heavy as she drifted off into a nightmare.
“Hello my little slut,” growled a deep voice as a heaviness settled over her body. Her eyes flew open, and she screamed. “Hush,” he commanded as his tongue flicked out and stroked lightly along her lower lip. “Soon you will come to revel in my presence. Soon you will be crying out for me to appear and give you the pleasure your body so desperately craves.”
“Never,” she whispered as the events from the night before rushed back with startling clarity. Terror iced in her veins as the weight of his muscular body prevented her from struggling.
“Oh yes my pretty,” he assured, a razor sharp claw gently trailing down her pale cheek. “You will… you won’t be able to help yourself.”
This book was added to our catalog on Sunday 23 September, 2012.