"Horrible things!"

The sorority sex dungeon isn’t big enough to hold all fourteen pledges at once, so the girls have to take turns.

“Yieeoww!” squeals Beth, as The Viper’s flogger lashes her ass. She’s hanging by her wrists from the dungeon ceiling, hopping back and forth on the balls of her feet as three laughing lesbians take turns whipping her jiggly nude body from tits to tummy to thighs. Red stripes have formed all over her pale skin. “Eeeiiik! Owwwiiee! Let me go!”

“Mmmfff!” grunts Lily, ball-gagged, strapped down over a spanking bench with clamps dangling from her nipples. Simon, who’s a frat boy, brings the wooden paddle down against her upturned ass with all his might. She bucks and screams into her gag, which buys her only a moment of respite before he brings it down again.

“Iiiieeee!” wails Cass, straining against the bonds that hold her to the St. Andrew’s cross. Two perky sorority girls are zapping her big bouncy tits with electric wands, while a lubricated piston-mounted dildo thrusts into her wet pussy. Ki, strapped down to a table next to her, can only squirm helplessly as more sorority girls tickle her clit with feathers and drip candle wax onto her tits from above.

“What are you going to do to us?” wails Meg, compressed with Kitty into a narrow cage so tight that the girls are shoved into an intimate embrace. They dangle over a deep, dank hole in the floor, below a trapdoor that’s just been unsealed, which gives off a suspicious glooping sound. “What’s down there? Where are you sending us?”

“Upknott College is old, Meg,” gloats Tiffany, standing before with her hand on a winch. She jiggles it, dropping the girls another six inches towards the pit. “Older than you imagine. Arabella Pynchplum consorted with dark forces, and they left their mark. There are things down there. Horrible things!”

“No! Don’t send me to the horrible things!”

“Poor, dear, sweet, adorable, precious Meg. And your equally adorable friend Kitty. I’m totally going to send both of you to the horrible things! Hahaha!”

She jiggles the winch again, lowering the girls another six inches, then sets it up to operate automatically. And so, very slowly, over the course of the evening, Meg and Kitty, snuggled in their cage, are lowered into the dark, horrible pit, begging for mercy the whole time as the other naked pledges are mercilessly spanked and punished right before their very eyes. Finally, once the entire cage has been lowered out of view, Tiffany closes the trapdoor over it, and lockes it tight.

Then she goes upstairs to bed.

It’s pitch black in the cage. Neither Meg or Kitty, cuddled so closely together that they can feel each other’s warm breath on their faces, can see a thing. There’s total silence.

“Um,” says Meg, cautiously. “You don’t think she was bluffing about the horrible things, do you?”

And then the first tentacle touches her thigh.