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Sorority Punishment
A work of erotic fiction by Wolf Ferret (wolfferret@gmail.com)
The characters and events are completely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
Twenty-year-old Janet was a student at a medium size college. Sororities and fraternities were strong on campus. Anyone who didn’t belong to one was a social outcast.
She was in serious trouble. She’d broken the strongest rule by dating the boy friend of Beth who was one of her sorority sisters. Even worse, she’d had sex with him.
There was a standard punishment for that and Janet had been warned when she pledged the sorority. It was so severe that she hadn’t really believed it and thought she would be able to get away with breaking the rule. But Beth was far more popular than Janet. Now Janet either had to submit or be expelled and blackballed from all other sororities. Being blackballed would mean she’d have no social life.
She chose to submit to punishment. Now she was standing naked in the common room of the sorority house with the twenty girls sitting around watching Beth examine all 5 feet 2 inches and 100 pounds of her.
“Arms out to your side, hands open, palms up.” Beth ran her hands over Janet’s arms to her armpits, down her flanks, over her belly.
“Now hands behind your back. Bend over forward.”
Beth ran a comb through Janet’s light brown hair that hung half way down her back.
“Straighten up. Put your hands on top of your head. Open your mouth wide.”
Beth put on thin latex gloves and felt inside Janet’s mouth and looked under her tongue.
“Hands behind your neck. Bend backward, Farther! Lets see some pussy.”
Beth felt Janet’s 33B breasts, lifting them so she could see their undersides. Then she put a finger into the naked woman’s pussy.
“My finger isn’t long enough. Give me a carrot.”
She was handed a raw carrot about 9 inches long and an inch in diameter at the base. She ran it into Janet’s pussy until she felt it touch the cervix. She twisted it and moved it in and out a few times. When she removed the carrot, it was glistening.
“She’s wet!”
The girls laughed.
“Turn around. Bend forward and hold your ankles.”
Beth spread Janet’s ass cheeks and slid a gloved finger into her ass. Then she used the carrot to probe deeper into the girl’s rectum.
“Stand up straight. Put your hands behind your back. Legs spread.”
“She’s clean. No money, no jewellery, no credit cards, no ID. Pity to waste the carrot. Eat it!”
Janet was forced to eat the carrot. Then she was given a little black dress and told to get dressed.
It was low cut, just barely covering her aureoles. Her nipples showed clearly. The skirt barely covered her crotch.
“Sit down so we can check the length.”
There was more laughter as the dress rode up her thighs and showed her pubic hair.
“Now the shoes.”
They were open toed black sandals with 4-inch heels.
“Your ready. Come along.”
Beth drove the car. Janet was in the back seat with one of the largest and strongest girls in the sorority. The girl was a martial arts hobbyist.
They drove to a city about 100 miles from campus. It was dark when Janet was pushed out of the car on a street already lined with a number of obvious streetwalkers.
“You know the rules. Get back to campus however you can. But you have to pay $100 in cash to get back in the house.”
The car drove away leaving Janet standing on the street.
Janet had known they would abandon her without any money. She had a simple plan; three blowjobs at $50 each would cover the bus fare and the money needed to get into the sorority house. That wasn’t too bad – she’d been giving blowjobs since she was 17. True, only to men she knew and only if they wore condoms. She’d never tasted cum. She wasn’t looking forward to sucking three complete strangers but she didn’t have to like it, she just had to do it.
She took a position on the kerb where passing cars could see her and waited for her first customer. She almost fell to the ground when a hand in her hair pulled her sharply back.
A female voice said: “What are you doing here? This is our territory. Amateurs hookers aren’t allowed.”
“Please, I only need to do three blowjobs and then I’ll leave.”
“TIM! INTRUDER!”
Her arm was twisted behind her back, another hand seized her hair and a male voice said: “I’ll take care of her. Get back to work.”
She was pushed into an alley and slammed against the wall of a building. She got her first look at him. - Big, white, mean looking and very strong.
“This is private territory, you don’t belong here.”
“It’s a public street.”
“Working girls aren’t allowed here unless they work for pimps. We don’t allow trespassers.”
And it was a “We”. Four more men had come up by this time. Three were black, one was white and all looked mean and annoyed.
“Take off the dress.”
”Please, let me go. I won’t try to work here.”
“Take off the dress or we tear it off and you go home naked.”
She took off the dress with tears running down her face.
Two men seized her wrists and pinned her with her back to the wall of the alley and her arms wide apart.
“Spread your legs.”
She shook her head and screamed which earned her a fist in her stomach. She would have doubled over except for the hands holding her up.
“A woman screaming in this area just attracts more men like us. Spread your legs and shut up.”
She spread and was now in the classic spread eagled position. The first pimp began exploring her body. He started with her hair and face and slowly moved down to her breasts. He took his time with those – pinching the tender flesh, pulling and twisting her nipples and slapping both breasts hard enough to make them turn red.
Then his hands moved down her flank and belly to her groin. He worked several fingers deep into her pussy and made repeated thrusts.
When he stepped away from her, another man began his exploration. The men holding her wrists were replaced so they could have a turn at feeling her up. At times, she had three fingers in her pussy and two men sucking her nipples. She wept and pleaded for mercy but the brutal exploration continued until the men tired of it.
They dragged her to a barrel and forced her to bend over it. Her wrists were held firmly and her breasts pressed hard against the rough, cold top of the barrel. The first pimp took off his belt. He swung it at her ass.
WHAP!
“ARRGH! Please, please, stop.”
WHAP!
“Please, it hurts! No more!”
He gave her 10 lashes. Then another man gave her another 10. The third man gave her 10 across her shoulders. By now, she had stopped begging for mercy and merely shook with sobs. The fourth man gave her 10 across the back of her thighs. The last man was an expert. He gave her 10 on the crack between her ass cheeks.
They left her draped over the barrel for a few minutes while they took a smoke break. She was in too much pain and shock to even try moving. Then she felt fingers spreading her butt cheeks and tried to struggle. “No, No, Please, not there! Please!”
Hands held her shoulders down while fingers explored her ass hole. She was an ass virgin but was helpless to prevent what was happening, Fingers went deep and spread her ass hole, and then she felt the first cock enter and begin penetration. It felt huge as it slowly penetrated deep into her. The cock pulled almost all the way out and was then rammed swiftly back. The pounding thrusts continued until she heard a grunt and felt hot seed in her bowels.
She had to endure four more cocks using her ass as she wailed in misery.
She was pulled upright and the first pimp pointed to her dress lying on the ground.
“Get dressed and start working. Its $20 for a blowjob, $50 for a pussy fuck and $100 for an ass fuck. The john gives you the money; you give it to me and take him back here for his fun. Come get me if there is more than one man and I’ll negotiate a price. Don’t get in a car!”
“I won’t do it! I’m not a whore!”
“Suit yourself, its either that or spend the night naked.”
She shook her head and soon found herself with her hands tied behind her back and a rope around her neck. She was led out of the alley and down the street. She couldn’t believe that she was walking naked down a city street. Surely someone would notice and help her. The passing cars certainly noticed, the honking horns and flashing high beams showed that, but there was no sign of help as she was led around the corner and into another alley.
The rope around her neck was tied to a ring in the wall and the pimp used a marker to draw an arrow on her belly. The arrow pointed to her cunt. He hung the marker from the rope around her neck and told her:
”I’ll be back later with your dress. Just be patient.”
A teenage boy entered the alley a few minutes later. He looked her over, fingered her breasts and remarked “A nice little present from the pimps.”
“Please don’t do that. Help me! Untie me!”
“I can’t do that. Its against the rules.”
He dropped his pants, kicked her legs apart and began fucking her. Her screams didn’t bother him at all. When he finished, he used the marker to draw an X on her belly and said:
“That was a good fuck. I’ll pass the word around and make sure you aren’t lonely.”
Her next visitors were three teenagers. One began the action by walking behind her. She expected another anal rape but he put his hands on her hips and began fucking her pussy. Meanwhile, his companions were kissing her lips, fondling her breasts and sucking on her nipples. They traded places until all three had left their seed deep inside her body. They put 3 Xs on her belly and left.
She had repeated visitors – sometimes a single teenager, sometimes groups. She learned the rules from overheard conversations. The pimps would leave a neatly tied “present” several times a month. They would mark the holes that could be used. Janet was lucky, only her pussy had been marked.
The rules were that the “present” must not be untied. Only a marked hole could be used. And the man using a hole had to leave a mark showing he’d been there. If the rules were broken, the pimps wouldn’t leave any more “presents”.
She also learned that pleas for help produced laughter, screams produced more teenagers and trying to keep her legs together produced pain. The least bad thing she could do was to stand quietly with her legs spread and endure the fucking.
She understood the fucking and kissing but why did they insist on hurting her breasts? They were freely available for fondling and sucking. Why bite and twist and dig in fingers?
She had to endure repeated fuckings until the sky began to get light. The pimp arrived carrying her dress and looked her over. Hair well mussed up; bruises on her cheeks; bruises, scratches and bite marks on her breasts; her pussy was red and gaping open with cum on her thighs and her bush. There were 19 Xs on her belly.
He untied her and told her:
“Only 19, the last had 31. Get dressed and get out of here.”
He led her to the main road and shoved her to the right.
“Keep walking that way.”
She walked, what else could she do? She walked for what seemed miles until she came to a park with a public restroom facility. She dashed for the Women’s side and found it had paper towels and a cold-water sink. She removed her dress and began to wash herself down. Part way through the washing, she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard:
“Indecent exposure in a public place! Turn around.”
She was facing a uniformed policewoman.
“Oh Thank God! Please help me. I’ve been gang raped.”
“From the looks of you, you had a run in with the pimps. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“They never bother a woman unless the woman tries to muscle into their territory. You chose to place yourself in harm’s way and were harmed. That isn’t rape, its consensual sex.”
“At least take me to a rape crisis center”
“Get dressed and get in the police car.”
She was driven to what looked like a row of two and three story office buildings.
“Go to the building with the red trim and tell them that Sargent Ellis sent you.”
She rang the bell and the door was opened by a middle aged woman dressed like a secretary at a good law firm.
“How can we help you?”
“I’ve been raped. Sargent Ellis sent me.”
“Come in, we’ll take care of you.”
She was in a long hallway closed by a red door at the end. The sign over the door said “Welcome to Gor”.
Janet had never heard of Gor and wondered what it referred to. But they never reached the door, her guide unlocked a door marked Staff Only and told her to go through.
Two men immediately seized her and tore off her dress. Her attempt to scream was silenced by a ball gag. The men fastened her wrists to leather bracelets hanging from the ceiling. Her ankles were attached to a spreader bar and she was hoisted until she was standing on tiptoe.
The men took a hose with a long nozzle, shoved it in her rectum and ran warm water for about 10 minutes until her bowels were thoroughly empty. They repeated the process with her vagina. This wasn’t what she expected from a Rape Crisis Center but at least the sperm was gone.
When they finished with cleaning her insides, one man took some soap and began washing her hair. “Don’t get the soap in your eyes” was the only thing said to her. The washing moved down over her body, with special attention to her breasts and genitals. The man handled every square inch of her.
The second man repeated the washing. She was very clean but had been thoroughly explored by both men. They gave her a pill, “It’s a morning after pill.”
They measured her neck and fitted a silver collar around it. The collar locked with a loud SNAP.
They untied her and forced her to kneel with her head on the floor and her ass high in the air. The position frightened her – it was so exposed to rape. But all they did was shove suppositories into her rectum and vagina. “Medicinal” was the only explanation.
A chain was locked to her collar and she was led down several flights of stairs, put into room where the chain was fastened to the wall. Then they left her alone after locking the door.
She looked around. The room was really a large closet - 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and 8 feet high. The only furniture was a plastic bucket. Light came from an embedded fixture in the ceiling. She couldn’t reach it and there was no way to turn it off. She wondered if she would die of thirst or starve. But a plastic tray was shoved through a flap in the door. It had food and a bottle of water. The water tasted strange but she drank it anyway. She would later learn that antibiotics were dissolved in it.
A book was shoved through the flap after she had eaten. It was called “The Life and Customs of Gor.” The first page was ominous. It was printed in large black capital letters and said: “Women should not visit Gor even in escorted tour groups.”
There was nothing to do in her cell except stare endlessly at the blank walls or read the book so she read. It horrified her. Gor turned out to be a fictional planet where any woman could be enslaved and once enslaved was never freed. A collar was the mark of a slave girl. She fingered her collar nervously when she read that.
Slave girls had no rights; they were sexual objects completely at the mercy of their owner. The book claimed that a common punishment was to send a stark naked slave girl out into the city to do the marketing. Any man she met was free to have sex with her,
The book contained a section of pictures showing naked women in collars standing, lying and kneeling in different, very erotic positions. Each position had a name. She recognized the USAGE position as the one that she had been forced into when given the suppositories. She had no trouble understanding the name.
The book had a detailed discussion of slave dances (with pictures) and of sexual techniques (also with pictures). She thought the book was revolting but ended up memorizing it and even practicing the positions because there was nothing else to do.
She had no way of telling time, the food never changed, and the only human contact was an occasional visit by a naked man. He would snap “Usage”, insert new suppositories and replace her slop bucket.
Once she was taken out of her cell and led to a room with a genealogical table. She lay in it with her legs locked to the stirrups as a man inserted a piece of copper in her vagina. “Its an IUD to prevent pregnancy.”
Sometime after that, she was led to what looked like a barroom. There was a wooden frame much like a very large picture frame lying on the floor. She was strapped into it in a spreadeagled position. A naked woman, also wearing a steel collar, smeared an ointment inside her vagina.
“It’s a rape rack. Welcome to your new life as a Slave Girl of Gor!”
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