AUTHOR = Karl P. Dahl
E-MAIL = kpdahl@excite.com
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This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real persons or events are purely coincidental. Copyright (C) 2003 Karl P. Dahl. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the Internet, provided (a) you do not make any modifications to the story (b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the author's email address (c) you do not charge readers to access this story. If you distribute this story, please send me an email and tell me where you posted it. Feedback is most welcome! To contact me, send your email to kpdahl@excite.com |
It was a warm late-summer day and August was approaching September, when Helen went to the initiation game for her new education. She was a first-year, a teeny, a freshman, whatever you called it, and this was going to be her initiation to the forthcoming four years as an industrial economics student.
She was very much looking forward to it. Now she would meet her new classmates that she would share at least the next year with. Of course, she had spoken to some of them at the call, but that was something else; now she would get the chance to meet them a bit more intimately.
She had been told that she should wear clothes "that she could get rid of" on the invitation she had received by mail the last week, and that there would be some amount of alcohol. Not that she was afraid of any of those, but she had found the first sentence a bit strange. Of course she knew what they meant -- clothes she didn't care much about -- but it was still a strange way to put it. As for the alcohol, she knew these games were known to be rough, but was prepared for that as well. Heck, she was here to enjoy herself!
So now she was walking in jeans and a sweater towards the meeting area. She had found both farthest back in the wardrobe, and she certainly didn't care at all if they would be drowned in alcohol, or whatever could happen. The temperature was getting up to above 20° C, so it was getting hot, amazingly hot for being so late in the year. She resisted taking off her sweater; that could wait for a while until she knew more of this afternoons' events.
She reached the reception area, a field in the campus area, just in time. There was a large gathering of people standing around a fenced area about the size a quarter of a football field.
'That must be the spectators from other classes,' Helen thought. She knew these games were popular, but she hadn't expected so many. How many could it be, about a hundred?
She had to excuse herself a lot when she squeezed herself through the bunch of onlookers, so she could get over to the other contestants. They stood at the border of the field in a small cluster. A bit next to them stood three men with some papers in their hands, looking serious. She gathered they must be the game leaders.
She could feel the tension rising as she emerged to the other group. There were eight of them, her included. She recognized a few of them, at least two other girls -- Susan and Lucy. None of the boys were familiar to her. She "helloed" all of them, and they answered shyly.
Then, one of the organizers stepped up to her. "Helen, right?" When she nodded in confirmation, he continued, "You're the last we were waiting for. Let's begin."
With that, one of the other leaders picked up a microphone and started.
"Welcome, all, to this years' freshman game. I'm Martin, your host, and today we hope to see eight young, freshly picked teenies embarrass themselves in the different contests!"
There was a cheer for answer from the, mostly male, audience. She noticed a lot of beer and wine bottles getting raised among the audience. Some of them were already getting drunk! Helen wondered where this would end, but even more when she would get some!
"And, now, the first contest!" Magnus shouted, and with that the leader that stood next to them spoke.
"Hi, I'm Michael," he said, "let's begin with pairing you together, two and two. Let's see...."
With that, he told the eight of them to pair with another selected freshman. Helen got paired with a nice looking guy she was told was called Thomas, and they were creatively called "Team Two". They briefly said hello to each other, but both continued by following the other groupings.
Each girl was paired with a boy but, because of the unevenness between boys and girls, two guys got to make a pair. Michael hesitated a bit when doing this, but continued when he realized that he had no choice. He exchanged looks with the other two leaders before continuing.
"Alright, let's begin with the first contest, which is 'Wine football'." He took a sip from his beer before he continued. "You'll be playing in two teams along this field, and you'll play tied together at the feet with your teammate. For each goal, you'll be awarded two cups of wine each; and for each save as well. Each corner, throw-in or free kick is awarded one glass of wine each. Failure to drink any of the awarded will result in a free kick for the other team, and an extra cup to drink for you. Got it?"
They all nodded. 'I won't have to worry about getting too little booze', Helen thought, but secretly enjoyed the situation, as she had been quite a good football player earlier.
"Then, we'll begin," Michael continued. "Tie your legs together with these," he said as he handed some broad straps to each team. "Team Two and Four will be playing together on that side.
And with that, they began. Michael blew the whistle, two pairs of feet immediately awkwardly tried to kick it. At first, Helen found it very difficult to play with one foot tied to another persons' foot, and they made a lot of silly steps and even fell a few times, to the audiences' joy. Luckily, all the other teams did equally bad.
Helen and Thomas got the hang of it quickly, though, and soon found a balance in how to run. With that, they got the upper hand in the game, and made three goals in a row. The audience shouted in approval for every one, and two cups of wine had to be gulped down for each.
That, of course, made them rather drunk and, as Helen felt alcohol going up her head, it got harder and harder to keep her balance. They started rumbling around, and the opposite team shot two goals when they were lying on the ground after falling.
The game got more balanced (but not the players) as alcohol flowed down the oppositions' throats, and the skill evened out. More and more corners and throw-ins were done the longer the game proceeded, and that took its demand in form of wine to drink as well.
In the last minute, when all four pairs practically were staggering around the field (to the tremendous delight of the audience), Helen got a last goal that finished it. The two last cups were bellowed down by them, even as the whistle blew.
After the game, Helen was in high spirits, but rather drunk, and so was her partner. Her team had won but at a rather high price, she thought when she saw the surroundings floating around her. The crowd seemed pleased, though; they cheered and drank in turn to the contestants. Helen felt exalted; 'Hey, it's me they're cheering at,' she thought. She smiled and waved her hand at them.
The next game was called "Assault Course". A simple course had been laid out that they would have to follow, with a number of obstacles that they would either have to jump over or crawl beneath, still tied together. The whole thing was set on time, but if they failed an obstacle, they would have to drink a mug of wine and retry the barrier. No time punishment whatsoever.
The first team did fairly well with the obstacles and only failed on two places. They were very slow, though, perhaps because they had problems walking straight after the football game. Laughs followed them from the audience as they lumbered along the track.
Helen and Thomas were next. She felt for trying another tactic and told her mate to go for speed instead. He accepted gladly, and they set out.
Even though they were at least as drunk as the previous two, they immediately got a fair speed. But at two obstacles, they got into serious trouble, and had to take three mugs of wine at one, and two at the other. That slowed them down a bit, but still got them through way before the other two.
The other two teams seemed to try some mixture of these two tactics, Helen thought, as she looked at them through foggy eyes. She had trouble standing up now, and had to lean on Thomas. They weren't very successful, though, and both reached the end after Helen and Thomas.
"Hey, we're in the lead," Helen slurred and blinked cheerfully to her mate.
He smiled back at her and said, "Yeah, great," with a hazed look.
"After two contests, Team Two is in the lead!" Magnus shouted in the microphone. "Let's all cheer them!" The crowd drank to them, and they had to drink back with freshly filled mugs of beer.
"But these two were just for warming up!" Magnus continued. "The next three games are where the real action is!" The crowd cheered in response, as Michael untied each pair in turn. "Let's start contest number three... 'Total Body Length'!"
None of the freshman's had ever heard of such a game before, so Michael had to explain, "You'll have to reach as far as you can along this field, with your bodies connected some way. You have one minute." With that, he blew a whistle, signaling the start.
The four teams all fell flat on the ground and, with Thomas holding Helen's ankle, they tried to reach as far as they could. 'What a silly game,' Helen got to think. 'It all depends on how tall you are.' They would never win this one, both being around 170 cm long. The two boys were both of them longer than that.
But then Michael shouted to them, "You stupid drunks! Use you clothes to reach longer!"
Then it dawned on Helen. They were supposed to take off their clothes and tie them together to reach further! She got up and shouted to Thomas to take off his jeans and shirt, while she started wringing her sweater over her head. They had lost a lot of time there, but she hoped they could finish in time anyway.
"Your t-shirt too!" she shouted to Thomas as she herself took off her t-shirt and stood in only underwear. Then she tied their clothes together into a long cord. She looked at the other teams, and they had got the idea as well; they were undressing in full speed and laying out their clothes on the ground.
Quickly, they laid themselves down and tried to reach as long as they could. Helen glanced to her side, and she could see that they all were close now, but that they wouldn't win this way. They would come in third, more like it; both Susan's team and the boys' seemed to reach longer.
Anxiety rose within her, as she tried to concentrate through foggy brains and the cheering crowd. They were leading before this, but would lose that if it ended like this. There could only be seconds left, and she just had to reach a few extra feet! Her winning spirit told her not to let go of this!
Then she got it. With a rush, she rose and, as she unhooked her bra, she shouted to Thomas to give her his briefs. With the bra gone, she jumped out of her panties and quickly tied the three together when she got the briefs from the still baffled mate. She never noticed the perplexed looks from her contestants, and extra cheering from the crowd, as they both stood completely naked in front of them all.
"Five, four, three, two, ONE!" Michael shouted, as they once again lay down and stretched. Too late, Susan tried to do the same thing as Helen and Thomas, but she stopped in the middle, as she realized she would never make it. The two boys had stopped at briefs and t-shirt and wouldn't go any further.
With the small difference of the undergarments, Team Two had won with just a few inches. They both got so happy, that they rushed up shouting, and hugged each other hard in front of everyone. The crowd cheered more than ever, seeing the couple strip everything in front of them.
But the three judges looked puzzled on the two of them, as they celebrated their third victory. "Do you think we should let them...?" Michael started, but was interrupted by Magnus mid-sentence.
"Nah, it was part of the rules. We never thought they would go so far, but now they'll have to play along. They'll benefit from their longer cord. Besides, she is rather good looking," he said with a wry smile.
Then they saw that the teams were starting to pick up their clothes, and Michael rushed back to them. "Stop! Leave those. You're going to use them in the next game."
They all got bewildered and, most of all, Helen and Thomas, who hardly couldn't wait to get their clothes back on.
It slowly dawned on Helen. "You mean we'll have continue... like this?" she said, and waved down her thighs and pubic hair.
Michael just nodded slyly, and then shouted, "Three cheers for the winning team!" and gave them each a large jug of beer.
Helen didn't feel at all as well as before. Had she known she would have had to run naked the rest of the day, she would never have gotten this far.
But now, what was done was done. She sipped some beer to try to forget. She enjoyed the cheers from the crowd, but couldn't help blushing all over her body, as she noticed their intimidating looks on her.
But it would get worse. Magnus now heralded the next contest, "Team Crawl." As he explained, Helen got a bit dazed, and not only because of all the alcohol. Apparently, they were to be tied together tightly, chest to chest, with their own cord of clothes. Then they would have to crawl along the ground to the end of the field. The only forbidden movement was to roll. The only small comfort was that they, as winners, would get ten extra feet in advance. The second would get five, and the third only two.
Michael told them to stand as close together as they could, as he started winding the cord around them, starting at their knees. Helen and Thomas were both about the same size (she was actually a bit longer, it turned out), and had no trouble standing together because of that.
But the other teams had clothing in between where they had only flesh; it was no relief at all that her breasts and pubic hair was covered from sight when they were pressed against a young male she hardly knew the name of.
Helen could feel her nipples pressing against her mate's chest, and even their pubic hair meeting. But Michael was remorseless, as he bound them together. He gave them both a sip of beer and helped them down on the ground before he left them.
They had to lie like that for a while, waiting for the last team to be bound. Helen, still aroused from all the drinking, couldn't help but feel the familiar sensation starting in her stomach from the fact that she was pressed against a naked man. She could feel his spirits awakening as well, at least something stirred against her inner thigh. She felt his breath against her ear, and that didn't cool her down much, either. But they didn't say anything; what words would fit into this situation?
Then the whistle blew and they all started crawling along the ground. It was no easy feat, being tied together as they were. They tried with her on top, with him on top, and on the side, but neither helped that much. They got forward very slowly anyway.
What was even worse was that Thomas' cock got harder and harder all the time against her legs; all the movement got their bodies even more rubbed against each other and Helen couldn't help but starting to feel really horny, and Thomas apparently did as well.
"I'm sorry," she heard him say once. "I can't help it."
"Don't be," was the only answer she could give.
But the penis now rubbed against her, and she heard whining from her mate; she guessed the irritation hurt a bit. They lost speed, she noticed, and soon the others would get past them if they continued as slowly as that.
Desperation once again gave her a solution. She told them to stop briefly, and she reached between her legs from behind for his rock-hard cock. Thomas looked at her with surprise as he felt her hands on it. She then helped his cock up between her legs to rest more upright against her crotch. In her dazed condition, she didn't care that anybody saw; it felt much better for her, and she heard a sigh of relief from her companion.
With Thomas on top, they continued crawling forward. Like this, they could continue with renewed speed, nothing more hindered them now. But they had lost their lead while doing it, and had some ground to recover to Susan and her colleague, who seemed to have found some rhythm as well.
What was worse was the fact that Thomas' erect penis now was being rubbed against her slit. Once again, she hadn't considered the full consequences of her actions. Having a cock rubbing against her crotch did nothing to calm her previous excitement, more likely the opposite was happening. She was getting wet, and that only helped the cock's movement.
She felt that she opened more and more for every push forward, and soon even her clit got some rubbing; it seemed as if her cunt wanted to swallow the penis sliding against the opening. She started breathing harder and harder, and couldn't help but show her excitement to her fellow comrade.
When he once tried to slow down because of her reaction, she urged him to get back into speed; none of them could help but notice that they gained speed from this; they were now practically in line with Susan and her partner.
Helen started panting when they reached the last few yards. Thomas panting in her ear, her breasts being pressed against him, a cock between her legs (but not in her) -- this was as close to fucking as one could come without actually doing it.
And when she, in her drunken state, got reminded that they were looked upon by a large crowd as they were crawling naked along the ground, she couldn't do anything else than bite her lips and feel the first of the orgasm rolling inside her.
The last few yards were done in a red haze and she didn't remember much of them; she was too busy coming. And when she squeezed her thighs even more in the process, she heard Thomas groan as well -- he was coming, too. They both had to gather all possible strength not to shout aloud as they passed the finishing line first, simultaneously in an orgasm.
As they lay panting on the ground with the crowd cheering around them, she felt his semen spurt between her legs. She hoped it wouldn't show, but didn't have much faith in that.
Michael stepped up to the still panting couple and helped them to rise onto unsteady legs.
"A whole bunch of cheers for the winners... no, correct me, the NAKED, SEXY winners!" Magnus shouted in the microphone, as Michael started to untie them.
Unsteadily, they stepped away from each other while he continued with the other teams. They were handed some drink, which they gulped down quickly. Helen didn't care anymore about such small things. In her current haze, she hardly cared that she was still panting from an orgasm, standing butt-naked in crowd of students. The wetness between her legs, and Thomas' reddish cock, told them all the onlookers needed to know; they hadn't seen any details, but all knew what had happened.
Distantly, she heard Susan mutter something about, "Using whatever methods...." but she was too drunk to bother.
Without much waiting, Magnus announced the final contest, "And now for the last part, the Relay Race!"
Michael filled them out with the rules. "Each team to get around the field four times: once for each single teammate, once with their legs bound together, and once with one carrying the other. You'll have to run so close to the border that the crowd could reach you all times, unless you are passing a participant."
With that, they all got prepared. Helen and Thomas decided with letting Thomas begin the single run, then Helen, for the third race Helen in front of Thomas and finally Thomas carrying Helen.
Thomas lined up for the first run, and sprang away with the starting whistle. He quickly got the lead and kept it. Running within reach of the crowd got its meaning for Helen, when she saw how they cheerfully grabbed for the runners, particularly the naked Thomas and Lucy, of whom they reached for the last of her clothes.
Once, someone grabbed the back of Lucy's bra and, before she could help it, it broke. She got out of balance and helplessly saw the bra getting ripped off her before she could continue. The (male) crowd apparently had a taste for more, Helen thought, standing well out of reach. She was handed some more to drink from the unnamed judge that she accepted; she had to stay in this state to make it.
Thomas easily finished first, and now it was her turn to race alongside the crowd. Directly when she felt his hand on her shoulder she was away, and at the very same moment, the hands were on her, grabbing for her precious nakedness. They reached for her face and hair, but mostly for her breasts and hips. She never felt any real fear, though; there was nothing they could grab from her anymore.
She ran along, with hands touching her all over. All the time, they blissfully cheered and smiled as she passed. But she tried not to care too much for them but concentrate on those behind. She heard a girl getting closer behind her, and figured it must be Susan.
She heard her getting closer and closer, and was about to be passed, when once again she was saved by her nakedness. This time, someone had grabbed at Susan's panties, and succeeded. She heard Susan's cry behind her, as she was briefly halted by someone's hand on her panties, before they broke. A dull thud was heard when the other woman apparently got out of balance and fell.
As Helen passed the finishing line she saw that the other girl was up again, but this time completely naked as well, and red with fury and humiliation. Apparently, they had gotten for her bra as well when she was on the ground.
Thomas was waiting at the finish to get bound by the legs and, with Michael's help, they could get on their way quickly. The male pair was quite close behind, but hadn't decided on which to go first, and got hindered by that.
"Team Two" set out with Helen first, and Thomas behind her. They soon found that they had to walk more slowly now, and with their legs more apart. Walking stark naked didn't bother Helen much anymore; two things were worse. Firstly, the speed made it possible for the onlookers to actually grab her breasts and sometimes even her pubic hair. Thomas tried to get them out of the way with too little success. Secondly, she could once again feel Thomas getting hard between her legs.
Once again, she felt the rod rubbing her slit and, once again, she got horny from it. The crowd saw it all, too, and this time there was no hiding -- Thomas' cock clearly stuck out from behind between her legs. She didn't know if it was from being roused or blushing, but she got all red before the race was over. She could feel juice flowing from her down her legs, and that must show as well.
They reached the goal first again, once more helped by the crowd; it had teased the two males by reaching for their briefs so much that they had stepped away from it, and thus getting disqualified.
For the final part, they started arguing for the first time, while being untied. They had decided that Thomas should be carrying Helen, but not how. First, he suggested carrying her on his back, but that would only make her sick, Helen told him. They hardly noticed the audience's glee in the background as they watched them both arguing; he with his cock standing right out, and she all juicy between her legs.
A few steps on his shoulders ended when the crowd got them out of balance. Finally, Helen laid her legs around his waist, up front, and put her arms around him. This seemed to work; the crowd cheered as they passed, reaching for her ass and breasts. The only "problem" was that once again, his penis rubbed her clit and, this time, there was no hindrance.
In her drunken state, Helen acted without thinking. When she felt the penis prodding her back, she unconsciously grabbed it with one hand and helped it inside her. The crowd cheered more than ever, as Helen gasped when Thomas' cock slid into her. And for every step, he got further in.
The walking made them pump almost naturally, and their pace got higher for every yard. All the time, hands were on her on every part of the body, it felt. When they had reached two-thirds of the race, she felt the orgasm coming.
In that moment, she lost all sense of reality, and her arms got loose. She fell forward, and was only saved by Thomas, who managed to hinder her fall by grabbing her around the waist. Still with an orgasm rolling inside her, Helen now arched with her back and hung almost upside-down. Thomas had a hard time holding her up and, with only feet left to the goal, he got down on his knees and walked that way the last few steps. Helen was still arched backwards with his cock deep in her. Hands were on her body, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples all the way.
She screamed aloud to the joy of the crowd as the orgasm rolled over her. She collapsed on the ground, and only distantly felt Thomas' final frantic pumping, until he as well shouted out his final breaths.
They both slumped forward on the goal line while the audience screamed around them; they sure were winners this time!
THE END
