I was 21 when I first entered college. It was also my first time alone away from home. Shared a room with three other girls in the coed dorm building. I was the new chick everyone was talking about and pretending to be nice to me. About a week into college I got waken up by a group of girls at 2am in the mourning and walked down the hallway in my nighty. "Don't bother to get dressed" they told me as they walked me outside, into a van and driven to one of the secluded college parking lot. I did have a clue as to why guys were there or why I was being strapped to a lap post. All I knew was that my hands and feet were strapped to the post and about to get my nighty cut off with scissors. "Your not going to forget this in your life" as they began cutting my nighty, panties while guys were all worked up about seeing me naked. Can't even begin to describe the humiliation of being stark naked outside, being view publicly by a bunch of sexually excited guys grabbing my tits and my pussy. I could feel the cold night breeze over my bare skin and the embarrassment of hands rubbing my tits and pussy. The worst was comments about how wet my pussy was, trying to force an orgasm by sucking my tits, rubbing my clit and eventually succeeded. Even going through such a sexually degrading experience, it was vey hard to keep an orgasm back. It was like my pussy took over my brain and unable to stop myself from publicly having one. I still remember my juices flowing down my thighs, nipples hard as rocks and then having to walk back to the dorms with shreds of my nighty. I had just been initiated and stripped of all dignity, probably not the only female put through such a shame and forced to deal with it. At least they kept their mouths shout about it to save me from everyone knowing and left with the only option of doing the same thing. It's was college life and complaining would have only made things worst and time would eventually partly erase it but never forgotten.