[Teaser] SPECIAL FORCES: Rapture Division

Chapter II: THE HAZING

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One of the janitors comes to you explaining that your presence is required immediately in classroom 28. It's the last classroom where you've been and it seems to be a problem with some vandalized desks. You hurry up and run to the place, but when you enter the classroom, everything's dark. There's no sign of anybody there. You try to turn on the lights, but nothing happens.

>>-Hello? Colonel? Did you needed me? Is there anybody here?

Before you can even react, someone ambushes you from the back and covers your head with a black cloth bag. You try to fight to free yourself, but you notice as two or three more people grab your arms and legs and tie you up to to immobilize you. You're totally overwhelmed and surrounded.

>>Okay, calm down. Nothing to worry about. It's just a silly little prank...

You say to yourself while the strangers carry you by your limbs inside the classroom.

The perpetrators carry you over the desks. They make you lay down as they keep pressuring your wrists and ankles against the wooden tables. The smell of alcohol and sweat fill your nose trills as you feel their hands running up and down your body. Their laughter echoes in your ears.

-It looks like she took her time to get ready for tonight. Look how cute the Second Lieutenant looks without her uniform!

Someone said with a distorted voice. The unknown hands progressively grope you with more strength. They take your shoes off. You still can't see anything. A couple of hands tickle your feet with a slow caress. You try very hard not to laugh, but little sighs and groans escape from your mouth.

-Undress her, already! 

-Why are you in a hurry? The party's just getting started!

It seemed like everyone is using voice distorters. You don't know how many people are there. You try to count their hands. Two of them have already moved up to your breasts, there are four holding your arms and legs down, other two rubbing your feet forcefully, one is dragging closer to your inner thigh and you can feel some fingers sliding in between your hands.

>>There are maybe five or six people holding me. There's no way in hell I can break free without making a big fucking scene...

-Grab the scissors

Your breathing increases in rhythm. The hands tense up the cloth from your clothes and you hear the textured sound of the metal cutting up the attire you work so hard on putting up together. Threads of cold air start to run across your bare skin.

-Ooooh, check this out! She's wearing some snooty underwear!

To be continued...