Samson and Delilah
Samson nudged his fraternity brother. “Would you look at her?”
“Look at who?”
Samson nodded in the direction of a group of women. “Her,” he said with a nod towards the blond in the group. “The one in the middle.”
“Dude, she’s a Delta.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So it’s not like her sorority and our fraternity are likely to have anything to do with one another. As long as you’re with us, there’s no way she’s going to have anything to do with you.”
Samson grinned. “I know that,” he said easily, “but just because I know it doesn’t mean I can’t want it.”
“Want yeah, get no.”
Samson grinned again. “I’m not so sure about that,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Samson looked at the blond. “Just because she plays hard to get doesn’t mean she is.”
“Is what?”
“Hard to get.”
Her name was Delilah and she was cold. All the guys in the other frat houses said that. Even the guys in the frat house that was associated with her sorority said that. Not really to her, of course, but to others and word got back to her.
She was cold.
And she was an enforcer. She was the one who kept her sorority in order. When the other sisters got out of line, she brought them back in line and she made sure they didn’t stray again.
And the more he saw her, the more Samson thought about her. He wanted her. It wasn’t just that he wanted her. It was that he wanted to teach her some respect.
Her name was Mandy and she wasn’t the one Samson wanted but she was the one he had. She knew what the rules were. She knew she wasn’t supposed to fraternize with the boys from the other fraternities, but sometimes, she found it hard to remember what it was she was supposed to do and what it was she wasn’t supposed to do.
He’d said his name was Samson and she thought he was cute. Of course, it was going to take more than just being cute to get her to go out with him.
Of course, he was funny, too.
And he was charming, too.
And the other girls, they kind of thought he was charming, too.
“So you’re a Delta,” Samson had said to her one day after class.
“And you’re an Alpha Pi,” Mandy had said. It wasn’t like she was going to go out with him, but it was fun to play the game.
“You look hot,” the man said. “it’s just too bad—”
“Too bad?”
“Too bad you won’t go out with me.”
“But you’re an Alpha Pi.”
“That’s what I mean. You Deltas just can’t break the rules.”
Mandy smiled. “We like the rules.”
“That’s what I mean. You guys can’t do what you want.”
“Sure we can.”
“Prove it.”
“Prove it how?”
“Go out on a date with me.”
“I can’t. You’re an Alpha Pi.”
“See. I told you. You can’t break the rules.”
“I’m not going to break the rules.”
“That’s what you say.”
“That’s what I say.”
He’d asked her out again, and again, she’d said no. He asked her once more, and once more, she’d said no.
It would have been kind of weird, she thought, like stalker weird, or something, if he’d kept coming after her, but he didn’t keep coming after her. In fact, she didn’t see him at all until she finally bumped into him at the club.
Mandy let out a loud hiccup. She was naked but that wasn’t why she let out a hiccup.
“I need you to focus,” the man said. “I need you to focus on me.”
“I ... what?”
“I need you to focus,” Samson said again. “I need you to pay attention.”
“I’m trying but I’m tired.”
“I know, but I need you to try. You were telling me about your friend.”
“Huh?”
“You were telling me about Delilah.”
“Oh her. That’s all you guys ever want to talk about.”
“Yeah?”
Mandy didn’t say anything.
“Hey, hey. Don’t fade out on me now. You were saying something about Delilah.”
Mandy tried to focus again, but it was hard. They’d met at the club, and he’d bought her a drink. She hiccuped again. Actually, it was more than just one drink. It was ... how many drinks had he bought her?
“You were saying?”
“Huh. Oh yeah. She’s always got guys hanging around her but she’s got a secret.”
Samson perked up at that. “A secret?”
“Huh?”
“You said Delilah has a secret.”
“Oh yeah. She says guys can’t fuck her because of her pussy.”
“Because of her pussy?”
Mandy rubbed her butt up against the man’s cock. “Aren’t you going to fuck me,” she asked with a pout.
Samson stroked her butt and then he reached around her and stroked a hand against her pussy.
“Oooh,” Mandy moaned.
Samson rubbed her pussy even as he felt her grind her butt against his cock. “You were saying,” he asked.
“What?”
“Something about Delilah’s pussy?”
“Why are we talking about her,” Mandy pouted.
“Because I want to know. Because I’m curious. Because if you tell me, I’m going to fuck you good.”
“You promise?”
Samson’s hand rubbed Mandy’s pussy even harder. She moaned as his hand found her clit. “I promise,” he told her, “but you got to make it good.”
“Oh,” Mandy moaned. “Oh geez. There’s ... there’s not much to tell, actually. It’s just that ... that Delilah says her pussy gives her power—”
“Power?”
“Yes,” Mandy moaned. “She says it’s in the hair. She says that’s why she never shaves her pussy. She says her pussy gives her the power to resist any man. Isn’t that weird?”
“Yeah,” Samson said. “Weird.”
“I told you what you wanted to know,” Mandy said, “and you promised.”
Samson was grinning even as he wedged his cock between Mandy’s legs. “I did, didn’t I,” he said, and Mandy’s moans were a testament to just how well Samson kept his promise.
Mandy moaned as she felt the man enter her. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s what I want.”
The man pushed his cock even harder between the girl’s legs. “Are you sure,” he asked.
“I’m sure,” Mandy moaned. “I want to get fucked. I want it bad.”
Mandy had been easy, Samson told himself, but her sorority sister was going to be something else altogether. He wasn’t going to be able to trick Delilah like he’d done with Mandy. Getting her to do what he wanted was going to take some work.
“You know I don’t like her,” said the girl sitting across from him.
“I know that.”
“And you know the feeling’s mutual. You know she doesn’t like me either.”
“I know that, too.”
“So what makes you think she’ll come out and meet me?”
“I’m not sure she will. Call it a hunch though. If you call her, she’s going to want to know why, and that’s why I think she’s going to go out with you.”
Heather held up the vial in front of her. “You’re sure these aren’t going to hurt her,” she said.
“Absolutely. They’re just going to knock her out.”
“Just knock her out, huh? And then what?”
“And then you bring her to us.”
“And what are you going to do to her?”
“We’re going to teach her a lesson.”
“I wouldn’t mind being there for that.”
Samson shook his head. “Sorry. No can do. This is for Alphas only.”
Heather looked at the vial in her hand. “And yet, you need my help to get to her.”
“That’s right. We need your help.”
Heather looked once more at the vial in her hands and she smiled. “Then I guess you’re lucky that I hate that bitch as much as I do.”
“Hey,” the man prodded her. “Hey. Wake up.”
Delilah moaned groggily but she hardly stirred.
“Wake up,” Samson said.
Delilah moaned again and then her eyes fluttered open. “Where am I?”
“You’re in my bedroom,” the man said.
“Your bedroom?” the girl said groggily.
“That’s right. You’re in my bedroom and you’re naked.”
“What? No? I ... I can’t be?”
“But you are,” the man said, “and I need you to focus. Do you know what these are?”
The girl looked at the man with bleary eyes but said nothing.
“This here’s shaving cream,” the man told her, “and this here’s a razor. Do you know what we’re going to do with these?”
Delilah shook her head.
“Well first, we do something like this,” the man said as he squirted shaving cream out onto his fingers, “and then we do something like this.”
Delilah gasped as she felt the man rub the shaving cream between her legs. “No wait,” she wailed pitifully. “Wait.”
But the man wasn’t waiting. He continued to apply the shaving cream between her legs and the woman continued to moan.
“And then, we do something like this,” and with just a little bit of a flourish, he took the razor and he worked it between her legs.
Almost immediately, as soon as that razor made its first pass, the girl who’d still been moaning and trying to tell the man no, the girl got suddenly quiet.
“Yeah, that’s right. Look at this. We’re shaving your pussy.”
The girl was quiet as she watched the man repeatedly use the razor between her legs.
“There you go,” the man said. He took a towel and he wiped away the last few bits of shaving cream. “There you go,” he said again. “Isn’t that better now?”
Delilah looked at the man’s handiwork but the best she could manage was a weak, little nod.
The man let his fingers stroke their way between the girl’s legs. Was it his imagination, he thought, or was the girl actually wet? He let a finger push its way up between her legs and he listened to the girl moan and he shook his head. If he didn’t know better, he thought, he would have thought the girl actually liked having her pussy shaved.
“We’ll just let you sleep this off,” the man told her, “and then we’ll talk again when you have your wits about you.”
“Guys, I’m serious. We’re doing this to teach her a lesson. I don’t want to see any of you guys trying to sneak in there, okay?”
“Come on, Sam.”
“I’m telling you, Ryan. I’m not kidding. I don’t want any of you guys touching her.”
“But—”
Samson shook his head. “No buts, Jack. We’ll have our fun later but for now, I want you guys to leave her alone.”
There were grumbles but Samson shook his head once more.
“Give it a break, guys. We’ll have our fun later. I promise.”
Delilah groaned as consciousness came upon her slowly. At first, she just laid there right up to the point where she noticed that she wasn’t wearing a shred of clothing.
She sat up suddenly. This wasn’t her room, she realized. Where was she?
In her haste to look around, she failed to notice something important. There was a video camera in the corner and it was recording the whole thing.
In another room, several guys were gathered around a TV as they watched the girl look around her.
“All right,” said one.
“Yeah,” said another.
The girl was looking around her now, peering under the covers and looking around the room. It was a likely guess thought many of the guys that she was trying to find her clothes.
She looked down and that’s when she finally noticed. Her pussy was shaved clean and even though the closed circuit transmission was video only, the guys watching the live feed in another part of the house could hear her scream halfway across the frat house.
Her movements took on an almost frantic look now. She was still trying to find her clothes but she was also looking at the door to the room. She tried the handle. It was locked.
“Yeah,” said one of the watchers. “Deal with that.”
She didn’t, at least not very well. Once having ascertained that the door was locked, she almost seemed to give it no thought at all.
“Hey, what’s she doing,” said one of the guys watching her on the monitor.
“Oh crap.” That was what Samson said just before he raced out of the room.
“What’s wrong with him,” the first frat boy asked.
“This is a two story house,” explained another. “If she goes out that window, she’ll fall for sure and even if she doesn’t kill herself, there will definitely be hell to pay.”
“Oh.”
The brothers continued to watch and then they saw the door to the room start to open.
Delilah turned back from the window just in time to see Samson enter. “You,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “You brought me here.”
“So what if I did? You were acting like a little pain in the butt. Someone needed to teach you a lesson.”
The girl hung her head and for a moment, Samson wondered if she might be crying. “It’s okay,” she said finally. “I deserved that.”
“You what?” Samson wasn’t really sure he believed he was hearing what the girl was saying to him.
“I said I deserved that,” the girl said again.
“What do you mean you deserved that?”
The girl shrugged. “I deserve to be yelled at. I can’t do anything right.”
Okay, the girl was playing him. Samson was sure of that. He knew his frat brothers were watching but he knew they couldn’t hear what was being said. Still, he didn’t want to have this girl end up making him look like a fool. “You can’t do anything right,” he said. “Is that what you said?”
The girl nodded.
The man shook his head even as he fought down the urge to look back at the camera. “Why were you trying to go out that window?”
“I was trying to get away.”
“But you could have fallen.”
“It doesn’t matter. I had to get away.”
“Why did you have to get away?”
“Because my pussy hair is gone. Because without it, I have to do whatever a guy wants me to do.”
There it was again. It was the same thing Mandy had said. Samson hadn’t believed it then and he still didn’t believe it now. “Go on,” she said.
“What?”
“Shaving your pussy can’t make you that weak.”
“It does for me,” the girl said. “My hair gives me strength.”
Okay, someone was definitely playing him, Samson thought, but at least there was one way to call that bluff. “You say you have to do whatever a guy tells you to do, right?”
Again, Delilah nodded glumly.
“You ever sucked a guy’s cock before?”
Delillah shook her head.
Samson knew his buddies were watching but somehow, that just made it all that much better. “Kneel,” he told the woman in front of him.
Any moment, the man thought. Any moment, she’s going to laugh or she’s going to tell him to fuck off. Any moment, it was going to happen.
But it didn’t happen. The girl knelt in front of him.
“Take my cock out,” the man ordered and he watched as Delilah did exactly that.
The man scowled at the woman on her knees. There was something wrong, he told himself. There was something ...
“I know,” he said. “Put a smile on your face. I don’t want to see you cry. I want to see you happy. I want to see you tell me how much you want to suck my cock.”
Delilah looked at the cock in front of her and then she looked up at the man. “I want to suck your cock,” she said.
“Damn,” the man said. That sounded really, really good. “I want to see you kiss it,” he said next. “I want to see you kiss my cock.”
Delilah kissed his cock.
“Tell me you want to suck my cock,” he said again.
“I want to suck your cock,” the girl said.
Fuck, that was good. “Okay, I want to see you do it, but I want you to take your time with it. I want to see you take your time, and whatever you do, don’t rush it.”
Delilah pushed her mouth up against Samson’s cock and then she looked up at the man before she finally pushed her mouth down around the man’s cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck it. Suck my cock.”
If she heard him, Delilah gave no indication of it, other than her mouth kept moving to and fro over the man’s cock.
“That’s it,” the man said. “Take it deeper. Suck me harder.”
For a moment, it looked as if Delilah wanted to resist but then she was pushing her mouth even deeper on the man’s cock.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like sucking on my cock.”
Delilah said nothing. She just kept sucking on the man’s cock.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” the man taunted her. “You like sucking my cock.”
In spite of what he’d told her, Delilah couldn’t help but sob just a little as she continued to suck on his cock.
Samson pushed Delilah off his cock. “You may not like sucking cock,” the man told her, “but you sure are damned good at it, and after what everyone’s seen you do for me, I’m sure everyone’s going to want to have you suck their cock.”
Delilah looked confused.
Samson pointed at the camera back behind him. “It looks like you’re famous,” the man told her, “but I got to tell you, after what all those guys saw you do for me, you know they’re going to want you to do the same thing for them.”
Delilah groaned. She knew the man was right.
“What say we give those boys something more to watch. What do you say to that?”
Delilah sobbed softly but in spite of those sobs, she nodded her head. In spite of those sobs, it was clear she was accepting what she was being told to do.
“Ah, ah, ah,” the man told her as Delilah started to get up. “I don’t think anyone wants to see you get up off your knees, at least not right now. Turn yourself around and show all the guys your little, hairless pussy.”
Delilah sniffed a little but she turned around like she’d been told to do.
“Spread those legs,” the man told her. “Let everyone see how completely shaved your pussy is.”
Delilah stopped and then she spread her legs.
“That’s it. Let them see it,” the man said.
Delilah sniffled just a little.
“Does this embarrass you,” the man asked.
“Yes,” Delilah whimpered.
“You don’t like showing off your pussy.”
“N-no.”
“I guess we ought to cover it up, shouldn’t we?”
Delilah sniffed and nodded.
“We should put something between your legs, something to cover up your pussy.”
Delilah nodded again.
“I’ve got just the thing for you.”
For a moment, the girl said nothing right up until the moment that she felt the man slide his cock between her legs and then she did something that totally surprised the frat brother.
She moaned.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “You like this, don’t you.”
He almost didn’t hear her but she moaned out her response. “Yeah,” she moaned.
“Yeah what?”
“Yeah. I like it.”
He could almost believe it, he told himself. He could almost believe what the girl was saying to him except that she never did what a guy wanted so there had to be some kind of trick.
But if there was a trick, he was having trouble figuring out what it was. She seemed to like it.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. He couldn’t figure it out. “You like this,” he said unbelievingly. “You like getting your pussy fucked.”
“I love it,” the girl moaned. “I love getting my pussy fucked.”
He didn’t care, Samson decided. He didn’t care what the trick was. Whatever the trick was, he didn’t care. He was fucking Delilah’s pussy and that was all that mattered. The man groaned. “I’m going to cum,” he told the girl.
“I want you to,” she moaned.
“You what?”
“I want you to cum,” the girl said. “I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“You’re serious?”
Delilah nodded. “I need to get fucked,” she said. “I need to get fucked and I need to receive a man’s cum.”
Once more, Samson couldn’t help but wonder. What was the trick?
“I need to get fucked,” the girl said. “I need to get fucked and I need to be used and it would be an honor to have you cum inside me. Please. Please let me have it. Please let me have your cum.”
Samson didn’t care what the trick was. All that mattered was what his cock was doing inside that cunt, and then the man was groaning as he started to cum and he groaned again. He didn’t care what the trick was. It felt good to cum inside that tight, little cunt.
That was the beginning of the end for Delilah. After what the guys had seen Samson do, there was no holding back. They all wanted a piece of her and Delilah was willing to give each and every one of them exactly what they wanted. She became the house slut, ready to be used at a moment’s notice by whoever had a need for her and she welcomed their abuse.
She wanted to be used. It gave meaning to her life. She needed it so very bad.
Heather looked at the slut on her knees. She was busy sucking one guy off even as another on plied his cock between her legs. “She’s not that tough now, is she?”
Samson laughed. “Nope. She’s not nearly as tough as she was before.”
“Amazing, and you said this was all because you shaved her pussy.”
“Yep. Shave her clean and she becomes a cock hungry whore.”
“Amazing.”
“Yep. I just thought you’d want to see, considering how you helped us out on this.”
Heather looked at the girl on her knees. “Amazing,” she said again. “It almost makes me feel sorry for her.”
Samson cocked his head as he looked at the girl. He hadn’t expected her to say that.
Heather caught him looking at her and she laughed. “I said almost, you know. She’s still a bitch, or at least she was, and I say she gets what she deserves.”
Samson smiled back. “Glad to hear you approve.”
“So what are you going to do with her?”
Samson looked back at the girl on her knees. From the way the man she was sucking was moaning, it was clear she’d be getting a mouth full of cum any minute now but if she knew that, she showed no signs of it. She just kept sucking him just as hard as ever. “We’re not sure,” Samson said. “It’s pretty amazing though how the Deltas have fallen apart without her around.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Without her running rough shod on them, the Deltas are pretty easy fucks. From what I hear, three of them are pregnant. Well four if you count her.”
“You mean she’s pregnant?”
“Oh yeah. Long time ago. The guys can’t wait until she starts to show. The way they’ve got it figured, it will be even more humiliating when that happens and some of the guys can’t wait to shoot their cum on her belly.
“Any idea who the father is?”
Samson snorted. “You’re kidding, right?”
Heather shook her head. “I was just asking. I’ve seen enough. How about you and me go find a place where we can fuck.
Samson grinned at the other girl. “You know, I think you read my mind.”
Delilah was too busy with other things to pay Samson and Heather any attention. Already, cum was drooling from her mouth and she could hear the man behind her groaning. He was going to cum. He was going to cum so hard. She groaned. She wanted it. She wanted him to fill her up and then he did and Delilah moaned again. She loved it when she had a pussy full of cum.
Delilah woke up in a darkened room. It was night but she had no idea what time it was. All she really knew was that it was night and she had a pussy full of cum, but then that was hardly a surprise.
She let her hand stroke her between her legs. She could feel her furry patch still wet with cum.
And she could feel something else, something she hadn’t felt in some time. She could feel like she could actually say no.
Her hand rubbed her pussy. She could feel herself getting stronger. She wasn’t a slut, she told herself. She was more than that.
She pulled herself out of bed, careful not to wake the man who’d taken her there. She knew she had to get up. She knew she had to leave.
She had no idea where her clothes were but it didn’t matter. She knew she had to get up. She knew she had to leave.
She crept downstairs. She thought she’d leave and that would be it, but before she left, she thought, before she left, she thought she’d teach them a lesson.
As fires went, it wasn’t a big one but it didn’t have to be. She left it burning in the middle of the common area and then moments later, she let herself out the front door.
The next day, the newspapers reported a fire at the Alpha Pi fraternity. No one had been injured but the building had burned to the ground and with that, Delilah turned away. She’d had her revenge and now she’d have to get on with the rest of her life.