Sigma Epsilon Xi

 

Chapter 16: Demerits

 

            “Okay ladies, its time to get it together.”  Mistress Tami announced with a clap of her hands, overriding the bubbling giggling and chattering the pledges and a collection of sisters were making.  She pointed toward the meeting room opposite the living room and everyone slowly moved in that direction.

            Samantha was, as usual the last girl to arrive in the meeting room.  She had taken the opportunity to get cleaned up in the restroom before moving on to the afternoon meeting.  She was a little timid, knowing that the demerit punishments would be given out this evening, and not wanting to fail at the very end, despite what Kristen had said.

            Entering the meeting room she found that someone had returned her chair to the end of the row, leaving the large blue double penetration vibrator in it.  It was already on and Samantha slowly seated herself, feeling the huge phallus slip inside her, as well as the smaller one angling its way into her ass.  She gave a tiny groan as her bottom hit the seat and took a moment to fidget, trying to get as comfortable as a seven inch dildo would let her.

            “Pledges, I want to thank all of you for coming this evening.”  Mistress Tami began, standing in front of the group of sophomores.  “Your endurance, determination, and fortitude stand you in good stead.  After this week, we know that your first year as novices, and then your later years as sisters, and perhaps even as Mistresses, will be easy.”

            Mistress Tami clasped her hands together as Sister Kristen brought her a large leather notebook, embossed with the seal of Sigma Epsilon Xi.  Mistress Tami took the book, caressing it lovingly, before opening it.

            “We have two very unusual occurrences this year.  One girl, out of the nine of you, has managed to get the lowest number of demerits ever, beating the record holder by fifteen demerits.”  Mistress Tami nodded as the sister gave a polite applause.  “This new honor goes to Ally, who managed to accumulate a scant twenty demerits during her week.  Congratulations Ally.”

            Samantha leaned forward on her chair and looked down the row at Ally who was blushing scarlet, but looking pleased with herself.  For a moment, Samantha had hoped that Kristen had been joking about her own accumulated demerits, but Sam knew that she truly had forgotten many of the important rules of the sorority during the week.

            “As you may know, tonight we will inflict the demerit punishments.  Now for the smaller number of demerits, punishment is inflicted with either the punishment phallus or a certain number of strokes of the whip.  There are three girls here who have come under fifty demerits; Ally, of course with twenty, Janet with forty, and Heather with fifty.  Five demerits translate into one minute on the punishment phallus, or one stroke of the whip for every two demerits.  The three of you must choose your punishment.”  Tami looked directly at Ally.

            Ally’s choice was simple, ten strokes of the whip, or four minutes on the punishment phallus.  Sam rolled her eyes and mentally said “whip”, urging the blond pledge to choose the lesser of the two punishments.  Ally seemed to agree, announcing to the assembled girls that she would endure ten strokes rather than face four minutes.

            Janet’s decision wasn’t as easy.  Eight minutes on the punishment phallus or twenty strokes of the whip wasn’t much of a choice as far as Sam was concerned.   Glad she didn’t have to make the same decision Sam bit her lip and waited.  Finally Janet announced her intention to endure the eight minutes of sexual torment that came from the punishment phallus.  Sam clicked her tongue, not sure the beautiful sophomore girl had gotten the better of the bargain.

            For Heather the choice wasn’t much better.  Twenty five strokes delivered in spots which were sure to be sensitive, or endure ten minutes of punishment phallus.  Samantha snorted once.  She had been forced to take the punishment phallus for an entire eighteen minutes!  And these girls were bucking at ten minute shots?  Heather asked for the punishment phallus as well.

            Mistress Tami had the three girls stand, with Heather and Janet’s chairs moved forward.  The heavy wooden dildos that both girls had been penetrated with were removed and replaced with the metal and plastic monstrosities that would inflict their chastisement.   It took a few minutes to get the two girls seated and bound, unable to lift their bodies from the thumping, vibrating, shocking, twisting torment which they were about to suffer.

            It was obvious to Samantha that Mistress Tami wanted the punishments to start all at the same time.  Ally was told to assume the punishment position and promptly stood, legs spread, her arms behind her on her chair, her breasts pushed forward.  Mistress Nicole came forward and knelt before Ally, slipping in one of the now famous vibrating eggs, turning it on to full power. 

            At almost the same time, the punishment phalluses were started and Sam watched for the first time the effects of the multiple stimulation rod, rather than experience them herself.  She could almost feel it, seeing Janet and Heather’s faces tighten when the electrical shocks hit them.  Their bodies seemed to jump as the phallus screwed itself deeper, alternating the vibrations and the shocks so that nothing was expected or predictable. 

            Nicole swung the whip that struck Ally, a thin crop that left a bright red line straight across both breasts.  Sam’s eyes widened as she saw the redness blend in with the pink of both Ally’s turgid nipples, a perfect shot across both nubs.  Mistress Nicole swung again, another strike, this time lower, causing both Ally’s breasts to bounce.

            Janet began to squeal, beginning to bounce, much like Ally’s breasts had, desperate to get off the punishment phallus.  Heather groaned but remained still, evidently more in tune with the wild churning electrical storm inside her.  Sam watched in fascination, her own sex throbbing.  The double penetration vibrator inside her began to force her close to orgasm as she witnessed the punishment of the first three pledges.

            The third strike landed directly on Ally’s clit, causing the blond beauty to squeal, her legs trembling as she stood on tip toes.  Sam grimaced, imagining the sting.  But Ally remained in position as the fourth stroke landed atop the first.  There was a wet sound, like someone slapping the water and Ally cried out, shocking the assembled pledges and sisters with her demand for another stroke.

            “Please Mistress Nicole, punish me!”  Ally said, her voice trembling with need.

            But it was Janet who broke next, declaring she had changed her mind and wanted the strokes.  She bounced, crying out, trying to get out of the chair as the punishment phallus tormented her.  Her own mistress held her, trying to soothe her, but the poor girl shook her head.

            “If you quit you’re out of the sorority.”  The Mistress said harshly, gripping Janet’s arm tightly.

            Janet sobbed and then nodded.  “Please make it stop!”  Her mistress sighed and then reached down under the seat, turning off the vibrator.  Heather, who was also trembling, clamped her lips shut and continued to moan, her eyes closed, her hips thrusting.

            Janet was removed from her chair and literally dragged from the room, her mistress closely following.  Sam just watched in shock, totally unprepared for the possibility that the punishment might be so bad that someone would willingly give up membership in the sorority.   Sam turned to see Ally receive her fifth stroke, a straight shot between the legs, the crop wrapping itself in a curve from clit to perineum.  Ally screamed, finally losing control, and her legs closed.  She almost immediately resumed her position though and nodded at Nicole.

            The sensations finally broker through Heather’s cool demeanor, and the frisky blond girl began panting, the punishment phallus eliciting tiny screams from her throat that matched Ally’s next cry.  The seventh and eight strokes were no where near as strong as the fifth and sixth, but to Ally’s sensitive skin they felt like lightning.  Nicole nodded at Ally and told her to turn around and present her bottom.

            Ally instantly followed the command and turned, bending over the back of the chair.  In a flash, the whip whistled down, leaving a stripe across both cheeks.  The last stroke followed and Ally’s bottom matched her breasts.  Shaking, but not crying, Ally moved back to her regular seat.  Gingerly, she settled herself down, once more inserting the heavy wooden phallus into her body.

            Sam couldn’t take it anymore and quietly orgasmed in her seat.  The sight of Ally’s nude body whipped, with the background of Heather’s squealing ride on the punishment phallus was more mental stimulation than she could take and she closed her eyes, rocking back and forth.

            Heather too was exploding, her body rocking as wave after wave of intense sexual release flooded through her.  Her last two minutes on the punishment phallus were filled with trembling convulsions as she dealt with the ongoing torment.  Then it was over, Heather’s own mistress turning off the punishment phallus and squeezing the quivering girl in a bear hug.  There was another scattering of applause as she was unbound.  Sam watched as Heather was lifted off the punishment phallus, only to have it replaced with the wooden dildo.  She was reseated back in line.

            Mistress Tami took a moment to let the girls calm back down after the spectacle before addressing the girls.  Numbering eight now, there were only five pledges left.  Sam looked down the row at Cindi, Sara, Katherine, and Megan, wondering where she ranked.  Once more the leather bound demerit book appeared.

            “Pledges, its time to continue with the demerit announcements.  Needless to say, the five of you have earned quite a few more demerits than Ally and Heather.  The next level is between fifty and one hundred.  Three of you have earned demerits in that range.”  Mistress Tami consulted her book as Sam held her breath.  “Cindi, you’re the lowest with fifty five demerits.  Katherine has seventy demerits, and Sara has ninety five demerits.”

            Everyone watched as the three girls named listened intently.

            “The punishment for this level is severe.  Each of you will be taken to the punishment room, bound on your back, your legs spread apart.   For every five demerits you have you will be struck directly on you sex with a sap.  At the end of the strokes, a massager will be placed firmly against your clit and you will endure one minute for every two demerits you have.”

            Sam’s eyes widened.  So similar to the T bench, this punishment seemed almost cruel.  A sapping, directly against their sex would sensitize the three girls and then to endure the ongoing vibrations of a massager, for so long.  Sam shook her head, remembering Kristen’s ordeal on the Breast Binder; how Mistress Tami had done something almost exactly like this to her.  Samantha shuddered, wondering just what was in store for her and Megan.

            As a group, the girls of Sigma Epsilon Xi moved through the old house to a large room off the kitchen.  Samantha had never seen it before, but it had been fitted out like a nightmare gym.  Several benches stood along one wall, each one jutting out perfectly, while a huge St. Andrew’s Cross stood in the corner.  Two traditional stocks stood in the middle of the room, waiting for the hands and necks of a pair of condemned prisoners.

            Samantha watched as Sara, Katherine, and Cindi were each led to a bench.  Cindi sat first, then laid back, letting her mistress and sister bind her hands above her head.  Ankle cuffs were secured and then long chains clipped from each cuff to ceiling hooks, spreading Cindi’s legs wide apart.  One of the vibrating eggs was inserted and Cindi moaned as it began vibrating inside her.  Sam could see the wetness and pressed her thighs together.

            Katherine and Sara were quickly bound in the same positions until all three girls were spread like buffet tables.  Each girl’s mistress approached, saps in hand and the assembled girls watched in breathless anticipation.  Finally the waiting was over and the first stinging slap landed directly on the pink and spread lips of each girl, eliciting the sharp cries that were becoming so routine. 

            In moments, all three pussies were bright pink and turning redder with each blow.  The sound of wet leather slapping soft flesh filled the room, punctuated by the whimpering cries of the bound girls.  Samantha couldn’t help herself, slipping her own fingers into her sex, massaging her clit as she watched.  For a moment, Samantha wished that it was her bound spread apart, clit slapped, as the vibrator churned away inside, but she realized that all she had to do was ask Kristen and she would be allowed to experience this very torment.

            Sara took the longest, with more strokes to endure than the other two girls.  Her face was bright red and she grit her teeth as her mistress swung the sap, planting the thick leather tip perfectly on the poor girl’s clit.  Sara looked down at her stretched body, her thighs trembling as the last three strokes came.  She screamed, bucking and thrusting her hips in wild movements before bursting into tears when it was over.

            For a moment, the three girls were comforted by their mistresses, but in minutes each girl had a long handled massager pressed against their clits, buzzing away, each one mounted on a telescoping arm.  Like boom mikes, each massager was held perfectly in place, totally immune to the thrashing of each girl as they began to experience the intense stimulation that led to clitoral orgasms.

            As the punishment room began to fill with soft cries from the three writhing bodies, Mistress Tami once more stepped to the center of the assembled sorority members and held up her hands, gaining their attention.

            “We must now deal with Megan and Samantha.  For girls who have earned more than one hundred it was decided many years ago that as punishment these girls would endure the trial of fire and ice.  Megan, with her one hundred and ten demerits is a ripe candidate for this.  Samantha, however, is another story.”  Mistress Tami looked directly at Sam.

            “Samantha Mayfield has managed to collect over two hundred demerits, an event that has never occurred before in this sorority.  Never having to assign punishment for so many demerits, the older sisters met earlier today and decided that Samantha would endure the trial of fire and ice, and then be taken to the basement to ride the wooden horse for a duration of fifteen minutes.”

            There was a loud murmur as the girls chattered in surprise.  Samantha leaned back against the wall in shock.  Two punishments?  She could hear a few of the girls talking.   The basement was a rare place to go for many of them, and the wooden horse was one of the worst tortures imaginable.  But Sam wondered what the trial of fire and ice was?

            Mistress Tami moved forward and took hold of Sam’s arm, leading her to the center of the room.  For a moment, the naked pledge looked into the eyes of the older sisters and mistresses, and even the eyes of Ally and the other pledges, before her shame at earning so many demerits flushed her cheeks with pink.  Megan was moved forward as well, and then both pledges were moved to the stocks.

            They were heavy wood ones, real in every aspect and Samantha watched in fascination as the top boards were removed, opening up the bottom half of each hole.  Samantha stepped forward voluntarily, bending over and placing her neck and hands in the appropriate spaces.  The top board came back down and Sam heard the click of the lock.

            Megan was bound similarly, but opposite from Samantha, so that Sam could see the dangling breasts and spread loins of the other bound girl.  Samantha watched as Megan’s mistress brought a spreader bar and spread Megan’s legs wide apart.  Sam felt Tami doing the same to her and Sam spread her legs.

            Suddenly the room filled with the scent of bayberry and Sam sighed.  It was one of her favorite smells and it seemed to get closer.  Suddenly Kristen appeared carrying a tray with four small bowls and two long pale yellow objects.  She stopped in front of Tami who quickly picked out three girls, handing each a bowl.  Then Tami and Megan’s mistress each picked up a yellow rod and held them up as Kristen took the last bowl.

            “The trial of fire and ice.”  Tami intoned solemnly.  She reached up to the rod and began pulling off the yellow coloring.  Sam watched intently and then realized that the covering was a condom.  The interior was still hard and clear, shiny in the light.  It wasn’t until a trickle of water dripped down Tami’s hand that Sam suddenly understood.  It was a dildo made of ice.

            Kristen and Desiree stepped to either side of Samantha.  Sam couldn’t see what they were doing, but watched instead as two sisters stood next to Megan, each holding a bowl perilously close to the bound girl’s breasts.  Samantha could feel the heat on her own skin and wondered what fluid was in the bowls.

            Tami moved around to the rear of Samantha and once more Sam watched Megan’s mistress.  Sam couldn’t remember the pretty senior’s name, but the girl moved directly behind Megan and lifted the ice dildo into position.  Just as Megan gasped, screeching, Samantha felt the sudden cold on her own clit, sliding upward until it found the soaked and dripping hole of her sex.  Samantha gasped as it went in fast and hard, thrusting deep in icy torment.

            It was bigger than Sam had suspected, easily two inches in diameter, but it was the stretching of her sex that told her this.  In moments, her body turned numb, not even feeling the slipping in and out, except when the icicle was buried deep.  Sam moaned, twisting her hip as Tami thrust in and out.

            And that was when her breasts caught fire.  Or that’s what it felt like.  Sam cried out, pulling hard against the stock as both soft dangling breasts were dipped in the hot liquid.  Sam closed her eyes, crying out as the cold penetrated her from behind, and heat seared her front.  It took a moment for the heat to dissipate enough for her to tolerate it, and when she opened her eyes she saw that Megan too had endured the fire. 

            Both of Megan’s breasts were now covered in a thick coat of red wax, slowly cooling, hardening into shells right on the white creamy skin.  Samantha groaned, still feeling the thrust of the ice dildo, as she realized that Kristen and Desiree had done something similar to her.

            Sam began to shiver, her body losing heat as the popsicle like rod slipped in and out, melting until long trails of icy water snaked their way down Samantha’s legs, to puddle around each foot.  For several more minutes Sam endured, until Tami thrust the remnants of the ice rod into Sam, leaving it there to melt.

            There was a round of applause from the assembled girls as both Samantha and Megan were finally released from the stocks.  Sam stood up, stretching her back, and looked down at her oddly covered breasts.  Each one sported a thick red silken cover resembling over large pasties.

            “Leave it on, Sam” Kristen whispered as Megan began to peel the wax from her tits.

            Samantha nodded, her face betraying the trepidation she felt. 

            “Ladies, for those of you that are squeamish, I recommend you not follow us to the basement.”  Mistress Tami announced.  The tall brunette senior nodded at Kristen, who took Samantha’s arm and began escorting her toward the basement door.  Almost the entire crowd followed, all wanting to witness Samantha’s ride.

            As they descended into the basement, Samantha tried to imagine what it would feel like to ride the wooden horse.  She wasn’t even sure she was remembering which device Mistress Tami had been talking about.  Sam remembered Kristen telling her about a wooden pony, but not a wooden horse.  She leaned toward Kristen as they descended.

            “Kristen, you showed me the wooden pony, but what’s the wooden horse?”  Sam whispered to the older girl.

            Kristen looked at her with one raised eyebrow and then sighed.  “It’s the pony without the foot supports.”  She said softly.

            Samantha’s eyes widened.  “You mean…” Her voice trailed off.

            “Exactly.  You get on.  Your hands are tied behind your back.  Weights are put on your ankles, maybe a spreader bar, and then they yank the foot rests out from under you.”

            Sam’s face turned white as a sheet.  “Have you done it before?”  She asked.

            Kristen grimaced.  “Yeah, once.  Calli was in a rotten mood one day and punished both Mistress Tami and I that way.  One right after the other.  I got to watch as Mistress Tami rode it first.”

            Sam nodded.  Oddly, she felt relieved.  If both Tami and Kristen could endure the wooden horse, then she could too.

            It was the only device uncovered, despite Sam and Kristen’s earlier adventure with Jonah, the religious guy, and Tami went straight too it, motioning for Kristen to bring Samantha up.

            Sam was turned to face the crowd so she wasn’t able to catch more than a glimpse of the saw horse type device.  Its long wooden beam was trimmed to a sharp edge, its bottom width over two feet wide in order to truly stretch the legs apart.  Two huge wooden blocks, easily a foot tall stood on each side and Sam had no doubt that the height had already been adjusted.  She stood facing the assembled girls, stared at as the entire crowd watched, wanting to see her punished.  She flushed scarlet, embarrassed to have earned so many demerits. 

            “Spread your legs.  Put your hands behind your back, pledge.”  Ordered Mistress Tami.  Samantha nodded and immediately complied, spreading her legs as wide apart as possible and clasping her palms together behind her back.  Her sex felt sensitive and a little raw from the ice fucking it had received earlier.  Kristen’s tender fingers suddenly touched her clit, sliding up and down through the still wet folds until Samantha rose up on tip toes, arching and moaning slightly.

            The assembled girls gave a slight chuckle as Samantha undulated from Kristen’s touch and there was a tacit approval as Kristen lifted one of the vibrating eggs and began twisting it into Samantha’s sex, coating the large end with the clear juices of Sam’s body.  Finally, with a small push, it popped it, causing Samantha to gasp, tense, and then tremble slightly as the vibrating function began stimulating her insides.  For a moment, she imagined she was upstairs in the punishment room, legs tied apart as powerful massagers did nothing but vibrate her clit.

            But Tami’s binding of her hands brought her right back to the dungeon basement.  In moments her hands were secure, bound together tightly.  She felt ankle cuffs being attached to her legs, but then realized as she looked down that Kristen was merely strapping on two sets of heavy jogging weights.  Tentatively, Samantha lifted one leg, finding that an additional twenty pounds had been added.

            “Time to mount Samantha.”  Said Mistress Tami, who took her elbow and turned her around to the wooden horse.  “After every minute, I’ll activate the thumper in the egg and call out how many minutes you’ve been on, and how many you have to go.  You can scream for us to stop, yell, swear, say anything, except that you quit the sorority.  Do you understand?” 

            Samantha gave Tami a wan smile.  “Yes Mistress.  I understand.”

            Tami stepped close and leaned in toward her ear.  “This is a terrible torture, and one we’ve never done to a pledge.  But of all the girls I’ve known since I’ve joined, you are the only one I know who could take this easily and even more.  I’m proud of you.” 

            Samantha’s eyes filled with tears and she grinned at Tami.  “Thank you Mistress.  I won’t disappoint  you.”

            Tami laughed.  “I know you won’t.  You want another entire year of punishments.”

            Samantha blushed scarlet, for the first time realizing that Mistress Tami was correct.  Even the prospect of becoming a sister and dominating another girl held no sway for Sam.  She was in her element when bound, spread, tormented unmercifully, and abused.

            “I’m ready.”  She said simply.

            “Up you go.”  Tami said, helping her maintain her balance as she put her right foot on the first block and stepped up.

            She was much higher now and the top edge of the wooden horse looked much more dangerous.  Not a cutting edge, but slightly dulled.  She knew that no matter what position she attempted to hold while over it would hurt like the dickens.  Carefully, she swung her left leg over the horse, trying to find purchase for her toes.  Finding the block she positioned herself over the cutting edge, standing on tip toes.  She could feel the tip of the wood bar slipping directly between the folds of her sex.

            Kristen stepped forward and reached down between Sam’s legs.  Sam tensed as Kristen peeled back the inner lips, pushing them to the sides as the wooden fence slipped up slightly.

            “Are you ready Samantha?”  Tami asked.

            “Yes Mistress.  I’m ready.” Replied Samantha, staring straight ahead at the crowd of girls.  Her heart was beating hard and she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.  The silence of the watchers was as thick as smoke in the large dungeon basement and Samantha felt tiny goose bumps prickle her skin.

            “Then brace yourself and take as much weight off your legs as possible.  On the count of three Kristen and I are going to yank the blocks out from under you.”  Tami announced.

            Sam nodded.  Slowly, she lowered herself down, feeling the sharp pressure of the horse dig into her deepest and softest spot.  She groaned, a hard bruising pain seeming to radiate outward from her groin, and she hadn’t even put half her weight on the evil device.  She closed her eyes, trying to block it out, and didn’t even hear the Tami’s count.

            “Three, two, one.”  Mistress Tami called out.

            Suddenly there was no support on either foot, the wooden steps yanked from beneath her.  Still not prepared, Samantha fell, her body stopping only an inch later as the hard wooden beam rammed upward.  Her soft pink sex turned red, then white, as the pressure spread to the sides.  Samantha screamed, her body twisting, almost toppling off the horse, and would have if not for the steadying hands of Kristen and Tami who kept her upright.

            Her body shook violently, her legs kicking, trying to find some purchase. 

            “Oh GOD It HURTS!”  She yelled.  Her wild motions caused her pelvis to rock, making the hard wooden edge dig up into her bottom.  She tilted back forward until she felt the wooden frame bite into the tender nub of her clit.  Once more she rocked, trying desperately to take some of the pressure off her sex.  Back and forth she moved, her sex a riot of pain that overwhelmed even the barest sensation of pleasure from the vibrator.  And then there was a thump inside her and she groaned.

            “One minute down.  Fourteen to go.”  Intoned Tami, who stood looking at her watch.

            Samantha bit her lip, her eyes closed.  Her breathing came raggedly, her hips still violently twitching as the wooden beneath her legs became slick with her juices.  For a moment she felt a different tremor than her own and realized that Tami had turned the vibrator to its maximum setting.  She let out a loud long moan, her body still rocking as she rode the wooden horse.

            The next four minutes passed slowly, with Tami and Kristen having to keep Samantha upright every other moment.  Wild bursts of energy used in frantic attempts to get off the painful implement were followed by tired lists, where Samantha merely sat, the pain endured as she gathered the energy for another attempt.

            At the fifth minute, Samantha pulled her legs up, trying to support her weight on her thighs.  Straddling the wooden horse, she managed to lift herself up for only a moment before slipping, bringing herself down hard.  She gasped, tears flooding her eyes and then bursting down her cheeks.  As her feet dangled, weighted heavily, she once again began rocking back and forward. 

            Her clit had taken on an almost bluish color as ten minutes passed.  Samantha’s breathing came in heavy gasps and her body dripped in the slick moisture of torment.  Her hair hung lank and heavy, even her toes pointed straight down.  There were no more movements, no rocking, not even little cries, only the continual splash of tears raining down, soaking the edge of the horse.

            “Two more minutes, Samantha.  Look lively now.”  Said Tami.  Even the thumper had no effect on Samantha.  Tami looked at Kristen who nodded and dug in her pocket, pulling out two clothespins.  One she handed across the horse to Tami who took it and held it up.  Together the two girls positioned the clips at Samantha’s nipples.  Sam, whose eyes were closed never saw it coming, only feeling the sudden bite in an unexpected quarter. 

            Her eyes flew open as her hands tried to go to her chest.  Her arms strained against their bindings as she twisted, trying to dislodge the cruel clamps.  But her movements only excited the pain between her legs, bringing the demoralized wail of anguish back to fill the dungeon basement.

            And then Tami called out the fourteenth minute.  Sam clenched her teeth, gritting them tightly.  Every portion of her body wanted mercy, but something in her made her hold on.  She opened her eyes to stare at Kristen, whose face was bright with excitement.  Kristen unexpectedly held up a small vibrator, reaching forward and pressing it hard against Samantha’s clit.

            Samantha screamed as the vibrator dug in and suddenly the wall was down.  The pain seemed to melt into a tremendous heat which fired with passion and lust, rising like molten magma to the crest of the volcano.  She screamed, her head thrown back, her voice rising in orgasmic delight.  Pleasure and pain melded into one and for the first time in her life, Samantha experienced a sexual epiphany that changed everything.

            “Quick, get her off!”  Tami said, stepping on one of the wooden blocks and grabbing Samantha as the poor exhausted pledge collapsed, passing out.  Desiree jumped forward, helping to catch the slumping girl who fell into Tami’s arms.  Kristen hurried around the horse, quickly stripping off the ankle weights and then trying to untie Samantha’s arms.  The crowd watched in astonishment as the three girls held Sam. 

            Sam’s body was covered in a wet sheen, glistening in the light.  Her legs, still parted, displayed the bruised and tormented sex, a delightful mixture of red and blues.  Sam’s clit stood out proudly, crimson and hard and it was several moments before the pretty brunette sophomore opened her eyes.

            There was a wild cheer and the room filled with applause as Sam was picked up and carried up the basement stairs.  All the way to the top of the old house, to the room she would soon share with Kristen, she was carried, until the girls deposited her softly in Kristen’s queen sized bed.

            Tami ushered everyone out of the room, reminding them to check on Sara, Katherine, and Cindi, who were had almost fifteen minutes of vibrator time remaining.  There was a scattering of laughter and Samantha found herself alone with Tami and Kristen for the first time since the previous day.

            “How are  you feeling?”  Tami asked, sitting on the edge of Kristen’s desk while Kristen herself knelt next to the bed, her arms near Samantha’s head.  Kristen’s long fingers stroked Sam’s brunette locks.

            “I hurt, Mistress, but I’m okay.”

            “You were incredible.  I just wanted you to know that.”  Tami said, suddenly looking ashamed of herself.

            Samantha smiled, but then winced as she shifted position.

            “I’m sorry I did that to you.”  Tami said softly, sighing.  “It was wrong.”

            Sam turned her head to look at the older girl.  “I’m sorry, Mistress.  But I don’t understand?”

            Tami shook her head.  “Sam, I promised myself after last year, that I wouldn’t abuse any novices like my own mistress had.  No doubt Kristen’s has told you of some of Mistress Calli’s tortures.  I’m not sadistic.  I find no pleasure in hearing cries of pain, whether they’re mixed with sexual cries of pleasure or not.”  Tami looked at Kristen with a glance that seemed filled with love, but also pity.  “I could see that Kristen didn’t enjoy enduring Mistress Calli’s torments.  I just never expected that Kristen would develop similar tastes in inflicting them.”

            Tami stepped forward.  “Samantha, I want you to be a member of this sorority.  You have great potential in this world.  But I don’t want to see you broken either, used as nothing but a sex toy for the powerful.  You haven’t been told this, but there are some girls who cannot make the transition from slave to sister to mistress.  These girls go on to get their degree, but they are placed in a life of powerlessness.  They become property, slaves if you will, to the sexual predations of the powerful.  There are some girls from this sorority who end up serving as nothing more than sexual slaves to be abused.”

            Tami reached out and stroked Samantha’s cheek with a delicate finger.  “I don’t want that for you.  And I worry that if you allow Kristen to do with you as she pleases, this is the road you will head down.”

            Kristen stared at Tami in shock, surprised at the soliloquy of truth from her own mistress.  She looked back and forth between Sam and Tami and looked down, unable to comment.

            Samantha looked at Kristen, seeing the poor junior girl’s face.  Her heart gave a tiny thump and she closed her eyes.  For a moment, Samantha saw into the future, into her own desires and needs, her ambitions.  She turned her face and looked up into Tami’s eyes.

            “I’ll take that risk, Mistress, and see what fate has in store for me.  If destiny desires that I give up my body and mind to a life of sexual slavery, then it will be.  But I have a year to decide, and I will not give myself or my independence away until next year.  I promise Mistress Tami.  I promise.”  Samantha said.

            Tami nodded, bent over the tired tormented pledge and kissed her on the forehead, then left the room.

 

Chapter 17: Saturday Morning

 

            Samantha woke up to find Kristen’s naked body snuggled tightly against hers, a not unpleasant sensation.  As she stretched, Kristen rolled over and Samantha had an opportunity to examine the damage inflicted the previous evening.  Her fingers slid underneath the sheets to her sex, lightly pressing.  As she expected, her sex was sore, the petals bruised and tender.  Her thoughts drifted to the wooden horse and she felt herself ripening.  Softly she ran a finger through the petals of her injured flower, bringing a soft hiss of pain, but also a tiny moan of pleasure.  She slipped her forefinger into herself, wiggling it around in slow circles, her hips thrusting up.

            “Having fun?”  Kristen’s sleepy voice startled her and Samantha immediately froze.

            “I would have thought you were too sore after last night.”  Kristen said, sitting up and looking Samantha in the face.  The sheet slid down exposing Kristen’s beautiful round breasts.

            Samantha shook her head.  “It’s not too bad.”  She replied.

            “I see.  Let me check.”  Kristen said.  Before Sam could respond, the blond girl pulled back the covers.  Sam pulled her hands away from her sex as Kristen got on her knees, bending over and lightly spreading Sam’s legs.  Kristen didn’t touch her, but stared at the still red and bruised labia.

            Kristen smiled.  “You know, there is a special treatment for this.”  She said.

            Sam’s eyes narrowed inquisitively, one eyebrow cocked.

            Kristen grinned, her eyes sparkling.  Then she bent over, dipping her face into Sam’s cleft.  Sam gasped as she felt Kristen’s tongue lightly begin to run up and down each fold, dipping in and out.  She spread her legs as wide as possible, moaning as Kristen continued the tongue bath that only excited Samantha more.

            Sam reached over to Kristen and grabbed hold of Kristen’s bottom, pulling it around.  The older girl realized instantly what Samantha wanted, moving around until she straddled Samantha, her own sex only inches above the sophomore pledge’s face.  In moments both girls shuddered as they used their tongues to drive each other crazy.

            It only took a few moments before they collapsed, side by side, shuddering, giggling, embracing each other tightly.

            “What do you want for breakfast?”  Kristen asked, absently curling a lock of Sam’s hair around a forefinger.

            Samantha shrugged.  “I guess we can head over to the cafeteria.”  She said.

            Kristen shook her head.  “We’ve got cereal and stuff here at the house if you want breakfast in bed.”

            Sam smiled in surprise.  “Breakfast in bed?  And what did I do to deserve that?”

            Kristen looked slightly embarrassed.  “I was trying to be nice.  Its nine thirty already, and the cafeteria stops breakfast at ten, which would give you about fifteen minutes to get dressed and fifteen to get over there.  Or we could eat here.  I offered breakfast in bed because…” Kristen trailed off.

            Sam’s eyes narrowed in understanding.  “Ah.  Because if I went downstairs to eat in the kitchen, I’d have to sit on a novice chair, wouldn’t I?”  She asked, imagining parading naked through the sorority house and then having to sit on another phallus.

            Kristen nodded.  “It’s the rules.  I was trying to be nice.”  She said.  Sam laughed softly and then grabbed Kristen’s hand, pulling it to her lips and kissing it.

            “Kristen, you don’t have to worry about what Mistress Tami said last night.  Please make no special concessions for me.  I can take everything you dish out and I have no fear of the future.  Really.”

            For a moment, the blond junior was speechless, then reached out, gathering Samantha in her arms, holding her.  There was a special silence as the two girls seemed to gain strength from each other, and then Kristen broke away, quickly pulling on panties, tee shirt, and shorts.

            “Come on, Sam.  I’m hungry.”

            Samantha gingerly rose from the bed and discovered that walking was still a little painful.  She adopted an awkward gait, legs spread slightly, to keep her thighs from rubbing together, or pressing even slightly on her sex.  Kristen watched in admiration as Sam’s posture allowed Kristen to see right into Sam’s cleft.  Sam rolled her eyes in exasperation.

            “You lecher.  You’ve already had some!”  She said.

            Kristen nodded.  “You ready to go down and sit?” 

            Sam nodded.  “I do have a request though.”

            “What?”

            “That it just be the wooden phallus.  I don’t think I’m up for anything that vibrates yet.”  Sam looked embarrassed.

            “I think we can handle that.  To be honest, the wooden phallus is the usual seat accessory around here.”

            Sam shrugged.  “I don’t mind the other phalluses, except I’m so sore right now.”  She lifted her hands.

            Kristen nodded.  “I understand.  Come on.”

            Together the two girls, one dressed and one naked, padded down stairs in bare feet.  There was the sound of laughter and of music as the two girls made their way to the kitchen.  Evidently, Samantha was not the only pledge to have spent the night.  Ally was lying on her back on the large butcher block table, while one of the sisters slowly thrust an unpeeled banana in and out of Ally’s sex.

            “Well now, fruit compote for breakfast?”  Asked Kristen.

            There was a chorus of laughter from the girls surrounding the table.  “Pull up a chair Kristen, and one for your slave too.”

            Kristen nodded and pulled a chair from the side wall.  There was already a wooden phallus embedded in the seat and Kristen motioned for Samantha to take her seat.  Delicately, Samantha lowered herself down, grateful for the early morning stimulation Kristen had provided in advance.   The phallus slid neatly in, eliciting a tiny gasp and an adjusting wiggle before Sam could turn her attention to pulling a breakfast bowl and the cereal toward her.

            It was tough to concentrate though.  Ally’s body was only inches away, her soft white breasts right in front of Sam’s eyes.  Sam took her spoon and was about to put it in the milk filled cereal bowl, when she changed her mind and lifted the spoon upward.  Pressing it down on Ally’s nipple, the cold metal caused the blond girl to squeal in surprise and clasp one hand down to her breast at the touch.

            “Ohhh…too bad, Ally.  You know the rules.”  The girl who had been using the banana pulled it out and grinned.

            Ally turned and glared in mock anger at Samantha.  “Damn it Sam!  I wasn’t expecting that.”

            Sam laughed.

            Ally frowned.  “I’m going to get punished for that.  I was supposed to lie still and not make a move!”

            Kristen spread her hands, grinning.  “That’s the way the game is played, Ally.  Anyone seated at the table, even novices, are allowed to touch.”

            “Well I think Sam ought to have to play next.”  Said Ally.  There was a bit of hesitation around the table as the other girls looked at Kristen.

            The sister who stood at the end of the table, banana still in hand looked thoughtful, her long auburn hair curled and pulled back from her face.  She shook her head and stared down at Ally.  “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Ally.”  Said Amanda.  “Samantha had a tough night yesterday.  I don’t think she’s up to it.”  There was a chorus of agreement.

            Ally pouted and turned her face, glancing at Samantha.

            “I’m up to it.”  Sam said softly, surprising even Kristen, who turned and stared at her.

            Kristen leaned over, “Sam, you’re not seeing the whole game here.  It’s not just getting fucked with a banana.”

            Samantha turned and looked at Kristen, speaking loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear.  “I know.  But I’m a novice now, and I’m here eating breakfast and I understand that I have certain responsibilities.  When I came down, I agreed to those tacitly.”

            Kristen frowned, but then shrugged her shoulders and looked at Amanda who grinned.  “Damn, you are a glutton for punishment, Sam.”  Amanda said.

            Ally merely grinned, her body still splayed out on the table.

            “Let’s finish Ally off and give her the punishment for moving.”  There was another chorus of agreement.  “Then we can have Samantha for breakfast.”

            There was a general chorus of agreement from around the table and Samantha watched with amusement as Ally closed her eyes with resignation.  There was a quick flurry of activity around the cooking area and suddenly Amanda was back holding a small pitcher and a plate full of sausages.

            “Maple syrup and country sausage, Ally.  Better hold her girls.”  Amanda announced.  She winked at Samantha and grinned.  “Real maple syrup.  Not that maple flavored corn syrup!”

            Samantha laughed and reached out along with everyone else; at least seven sets of hands grasping Ally’s body.  The blond sophomore’s legs were spread and the shaven pink slit and perfect clit were easily visible, and directly under the tipping spout of the small syrup pitcher.  Samantha grinned as she watched the dark golden fluid drip down until it splattered against Ally’s pancake colored skin.

            Ally gasped as the heated syrup coated her sex, her body bucking slightly under the tight hold of the other girls.  She let out a soft moan as the pitcher was passed upward and Sam watched as Kristen drizzled more syrup on Ally’s breasts.  It looked as if two tiny islands were perched above a sea of amber.

            Amanda had picked up one of the sausages and Samantha saw that it was unusually sized, much larger than the typical links one finds at the grocery store.  It was easily seven inches long and an inch wide, made solid from the hot cooking it had received.  Amanda wasted no time getting it into position, and with a careful thrust, rammed the huge sausage into Ally.

            Ally tensed, her back arching as the hot link drove deep into her syrupy sex.  In and out Amanda pumped it, heating Ally’s well and making sure that her entire interior was coated with the rich maple syrup.  It didn’t take long before Ally’s hips were thrusting upward, longing for the final thrust that brings climax.  Ally seemed to thrash on the table and Amanda stepped back.

            “There’s breakfast girls.  Have at her.”  Amanda announced, wiping her hands on a dish cloth.

            Sam’s eyes widened in surprise as the other girls all stood up and leaned over Ally.  In moments, every mouth but Amanda and Sam’s were sucking on Ally’s body, licking the syrup up, suckling each breast.  One girl drew Ally’s maple soaked clit into her mouth, driving her tongue against Ally’s delicate nub.  Sam just stared as Ally cried out in pleasure, trying to thrash, but not succeeding.

            Amanda moved forward and drove her mouth into Ally’s sausage stuffed slit.  Taking huge bits, Amanda ate the sausage right out of Ally’s body, her head bobbing with each bit to dip the link in and out.  Ally let out a tense squeal and Sam could see the wave of orgasm wash over her face.

            And then Ally just lay there, her body only barely cognizant of the swirling tongues, her lips curled in a small smile.  It didn’t take long before everyone sat up, licking their lips and laughing, a few drops of maple syrup here and there, wiped with napkins.

            Kristen was the first to look at Amanda and shake her head.  “Better take Ally upstairs and get her cleaned up.”

            Amanda laughed.  “Either that or out into the courtyard.  She’s pretty messy.”  There was a chorus of laughter.  “So what’s for breakfast Samantha?  Syrup and sausage?  Or yogurt and bananas?”

            Sam flushed red as the giggling went around the table once more.  Amanda helped Ally up and Sam watched the two make their way to the door and upstairs.

            Kristen patted Samantha on the shoulder.  “Up on the table, Sam.  The rules are simple.  You hold still as the girls touch you wherever they want.  They can’t pinch or hit, but tickling, licking, and sucking are allowed.  If you make a sound, or move in any way, I’m going to stuff your pussy with yogurt, coat your breasts, and then screw you silly with a banana.  Got it?”

            Sam nodded, her eyes wide, and she stood up, her pert breasts seeming to harden merely from the thought of her upcoming table top excitement.  With a careful step and the hand of one of the other sisters, she clambered up onto the table, trying not to knock any half filled juice glasses over.  In position, she laid back, spreading her legs apart and lifting her arms over her head, as if she were on a medieval rack.

            It was only seconds before she felt hands upon her.  Looking up she watched as one girl cut a pat of yellow cream from the butter dish and then spent an entire minute spreading it around Sam’s left nipple as if it were a soon to be feasted on muffin.  Other fingers touched her, stroking her, and Sam clamped her mouth shut, closing her eyes, intent on remaining still as the fingers moved closer and closer to those sensitive spots.

            Even two different sets of delicate fingers gently slipping into her sex didn’t rouse Samantha.  It felt incredible, hands all over her body, touching, stroking, even the occasional tongue, every inch of her being explored.  The fingers inside her seemed to move in and out and she suppressed her natural desire to moan, her jaw tensing.

            But it wasn’t the sexual caress that would be her undoing.  Someone’s fingers seemed to be dancing in tiny circles at her hip, slowly moving upward over her abdomen.  Sam held her breath as she felt the goose-bumps rise all over her body, her legs twitching as the circling moved down toward her loins.  She clenched her tiny fists as the tickling rubbing sensation stroked her skin, right above and to the side of her sex, sending tiny spasms through her.  And then she cried out laughing, her hands quickly moved down to the sensitive spot and grabbed the offending fingers.

            “That didn’t last long.”  Kristen remarked off handedly as she extracted her fingers from Samantha’s grasp.  Sam glared at her in mock anger as the girls excitedly waited for Samantha’s breakfast offering.

            Kristen was back in seconds holding a huge tub of vanilla low fat yogurt .  She dropped it down on the butcher block table near Sam’s leg and the supine girl could feel the cold against her skin.  She looked back up at Kristen who was opening a cake decorating bag, attaching the fancy little cap to the end.  Kristen held it open as one of the other girls popped the top of the yogurt and began spooning copious amounts of white cream into the decorating bag.

            Kristen twisted the top and then nodded.  “Hold her down ladies.”  She said.

            Samantha once more lifted her arms into position and felt eight different sets of hands clamp down upon her body, securing her just as tightly as any device in the dungeon basement might have.  Kristen moved around to the side of the table, leaning over the blond and brunette heads of her fellow sisters and positioned the tip of the cake decorator at Samantha’s left breast.  With a gentle squeeze Kristen deposited a beautiful cold cap to the up turned nipple, leaving the tightly held sophomore girl with a snow capped mountain that caused her to suck in her breath and groan. 

            The second breast was just as easily topped, like parfait of peaches and cream, and the two girls holding Sam’s arms had to hold the poor girl down tightly.  Sam whimpered, her breasts seeming to ache from the cold cream that Kristen had applied in spiraling motions, starting at the rigid nipple in the center and moving outward until the entire nipple was covered.  Kristen hadn’t stopped there either, continuing until almost the entire breast was solid white.

            Sam lifted her head and saw that the yogurt covering was far more modest than her own swim suit top, and if it wasn’t for the cold and temporary nature of the covering, would have suited her fine in public.  Kristen smiled from the end of the table and Sam suddenly stiffened as Kristen lowered the cake decorator to Samantha’s sex.  Sam felt the tip slip in almost a full inch before Kristen began squeezing the bag, forcing cold yogurt into the wet, warm, and still bruised well.

            Sam’s hips shot up in the air, but the girls managed to keep hold of her as she cried out from the cold.  Kristen didn’t let up, squirting more and more cream into the helpless sophomore’s body until the bag looked empty and white ooze was squirting out the sides of Sam’s sex.  Kristen removed the bag, her fingers covered in white glaze which she happily sucked off, tasting the vanilla mixed with Samantha, a flavor Kristen was beginning to find very familiar.

            The peeled banana was next as the girls prepared to eat their breakfast right off of Samantha’s body.  Each girl kept one hand on Sam as the other found a spoon or fork and Kristen positioned the large Cavendish banana between Sam’s legs.

            “Ready?”  Kristen asked, her eyes glittering mischievously.  Sam looked up, nodding, her thighs already twitching at the expected penetration.

            Kristen grinned and then began pushing.  Sam felt the first inward movements and then felt the slopping of the yogurt as the banana displaced the white cream which leaked out, only to be caught by several spoons.  There was a murmur as several mouths slurped up the Samantha flavored yogurt and Sam jumped slightly as the first spoons scraped the still creamy yogurt from her nipples, leaving the dark pink nubs exposed in a sea of white clouds.

            The banana sunk in farther, its semi soft shape penetrating Samantha in ways she never expected.  It wasn’t like any of the phalluses the sorority used; it was softer, more yielding, than any of the other items she had experienced.  It drove in deeply, almost a full eight inches, and Sam groaned.  Kristen pulled it back out and then in again, thrusting the inch wide banana into Sam like a piston.   Sam began to shake as the intense movements between her legs sent her spiraling upward toward orgasm.

            More spoons were scrapping away at her breasts, their owners making special effort to drag the edges across her hard-edged nipples.  Samantha’s chest heaved as her tormentors took her, touching her in ways that only made her pleasure rise.  There was no pain, unlike so many of the other torments Sam had experienced, and this new sensation was more than she could take.

            Kristen grinned as she watched Sam arch her back, thrusting the banana in and out.  Just as Sam cried out, the waves of orgasm rocking through her, Kristen smashed the banana in hard, ramming it in with all her strength.  The banana ruptured inside her, exploding into a mash of pulped fruit as Sam’s pussy began tightening.  Samantha gasped, her body tensing as the rush raced from her pussy to her throat.

            Sam lay there, trembling as the girls continued to scrape the yogurt from her pale skin.  Someone took their utensil and deftly inserted it into Sam’s sex, scooping out a yogurt covered banana bit which was immediately eaten.  Another spoon dipped in and Samantha felt lethargic, exhausted from yet another orgasm.  Samantha felt her legs widen as several of the girls moved down to the end of the table, each holding their spoon, wanting a taste of the sweet cream coming from inside Sam.  It didn’t take long to empty her out, the metal spoons stroking the inside of her body to catch every last drop.

            One enterprising girl even licked Samantha’s pussy clean, causing a second wave of pleasure to cascade through the supine girl.  The tongue swirled around Sam’s clit, sliding up and down through the delicate pink folds, slurping up the last vestiges of cream.  It wasn’t until the last drop was eaten that the hands that held her lifted, and Sam slowly lifted herself up on her elbows to look down at her feet.

            Kristen stood against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, looking inordinately pleased with herself.  The cadre of girls began to leave the kitchen, their breakfast finished. Sam watched them go, noticing a few streaks of white yogurt on pretty pert lips.

            “You are fast becoming a very popular novice, Sam.”  Kristen said, coming forward and helping the brunette sophomore off the kitchen table.  The green linoleum tiles felt cold on Sam’s toes.

            “I think I could tell.”  Sam said, gingerly stepping down and straightening.  “I feel like the aftermath of a buffet.”

            Kristen laughed.  “Just wait till you are!  Eventually we’ll have a party and the novices usually get tied to a table and decorated.”

            Sam shook her head, grinning.  “Well if it’s anything like that you can sign me up.”

            “Liked it?” 

            Sam nodded.  “Totally.  It was very different from some of the other things I’ve done here.”

            Kristen hugged Samantha and kissed her softly.  “There are lots of things to experience here, kitten.  I can’t wait to show you all of them!”

            Sam wrapped her arms around Kristen and hugged her tightly, a feeling of warmth and love and caring enfolding her even as her arms enwrapped the tall blond junior.  Kristen’s fingers ran down through Sam’s hair and together they left the kitchen, heading toward the stairs.

 

Chapter 18:  The Paddle Raid

 

            “So what’s going on?”  The naked girl asked the blond junior. 

            Kristen shook her head, an evil smile on her face as she turned and faced Samantha.  Sam was sitting cross legged on their bed, her pink sex still slightly swollen from the morning’s ministrations in the kitchen.  Her long curly brunette tresses swirled around her shoulders and she blinked, sleepy eyed.  Kristen had taken her back to bed after dinner and Samantha had slept for several hours.

            Kristen was digging through her bureau, obviously looking for something in particular and ignored, Samantha.  Sam rolled her eyes and laid back down on the bed, her legs scissoring open, her large breasts flattening only slightly.

            “We’ve got a meeting Sam, everyone, but especially the novices.  I’m looking for some clothes.”  Kristen rummaged around some more and finally pulled out a set of black jogging pants and a black tee shirt.  “Perfect.”

            Sam’s eyebrow lifted as she watched Kristen pull the dark clothing on her lithe flame.  Kristen was almost six feet tall, well rounded in almost every way, and the tight black weave clung to her like a second skin.  Samantha pulled a sheet upward, covering herself.  The one thing she still felt awkward about was the constant nudity she and the other novices were required to maintain.  She felt slightly jealous of Kristen’s ability to cover up.

            Kristen finished putting on a pair of black sneakers and the blond junior turned and looked at Sam.  “Get out of bed sleepy head.  We’ve got to meet everyone down in the conference room.”

            Sam sighed as Kristen yanked down the sheet, once more exposing every pink nook and cranny of Samantha’s body.  Sam twisted into a sitting position and rose, crossing to the small bathroom where she washed her face.  Giving Kristen a quick smile, Sam stepped forward and together the two girls exited into the hall and turned to go downstairs.

            Sam saw that all the novices were being gathered and she looked for the line of chairs that had sat for five days along one side of the room.  To her surprise, not a single chair was available and Sam felt an odd longing.  Kristen’s room had a phallic fitted chair, but almost all of Sam’s time there had been spent in the bed, rather than sitting.  She could imagine trying to do her homework each night, a huge vibrator buried in her slit and it made Samantha wet and desperately horny.

            Sam noticed that even without the chairs, the novices were being lined up by several mistresses and Sam dutifully took her place at the end of the line of naked girls.  A row of sixteen breasts, of different shapes, hues, and sizes stretched across one entire side of the room and Sam looked down the line to see a row of nipples at hard attention.

            Once again it Mistress Tami who took charge of things, her dark hair swinging as she strode forward.  Suddenly, Sam realized that almost all the older girls in the room were wearing black, their dark shirts and pants, making them look like a degenerates at a thieves convention, rather than sex sorority kittens.  Sam looked at Kristen quizzically, her face betraying her curiosity.

            “Novices, I want to congratulate all of you for your entry into Sigma Epsilon Xi.  I swear that you will never regret joining our ranks.  We are pleased you are all here.”  There was a small scattering of applause before Tami continued.

            “Every year, at the end of Greek week, our sorority must complete a certain task.  As you know doubt noticed, the boys we entertained two nights ago were members of a certain fraternity, a fraternity which we have an agreement with.  This fraternity was started by the husband of one of our founders, and provides us with fresh, clean, respectable boys to serve our needs whenever we require them.  Two nights ago we put in a request and two of their own freshman members where handed over to us.”

            Tami took a deep breath.  “However, there is a clause.  We have to provide female companionship and service at their end of the year party, totally nude.  All of us.” 

            Sam looked on in surprise and shock.  This was certainly not something she had bargained for.  The other novices had the same reaction.

            Mistress Tami held up her hands.  “Ladies!  Please!  There is a way to avoid this disgrace.  We have not had to attend their party in over seven years, and I certainly intend to keep it that way.  Simply put, if we manage to steal their fraternity paddle from over their fireplace, the party requirement is voided.  Plain and simple.  We go in fast, silently, over power anyone in the room, and then we escape, all of us.”

            There was a small commotion as the novice girls took in the revelations.  To Samantha, the idea of conducting a paddle raid was exciting, though she had to admit a certain rebellious interest in attending the fraternity’s end of the year social.  She shook her head to get the thoughts out of her head and she turned back to look at Mistress Tami.

            “This is an easy operation.  All the novices will go, along with a selected group of sisters and two mistresses.  Approximately twenty girls will go in.  There should only be a few boys in the main room, even if they’re standing guard.  You should have no problems.”  Tami motioned to Nicole who stepped forward.

            “Four years ago we started a special tradition with the novices.  Participation is mandatory and each novice will be wearing one of our vibrating eggs for the duration.  Makes you novices that much more aware of your surroundings.”  Mistress Nicole announced.   There was a tittering of laughter from the older girls and Samantha grimaced.

            “Everyone step forward so you can be fitted with your egg and given your outfit.”  Tami called out.

            Sam was first in line and smiled down at Kristen who had quickly moved forward and knelt on the floor, a bucket full of eggs in her hand.  The blond girl dug down to the bottom of the bucket and picked out one of the eggs.  She held it up and swirled it around the petals of Sam’s sex, which were already wet from the idea, until the entire top was coated with the slick clear juice.  With a slight push, the egg went in with a small pop and Sam groaned softly as its large volume filled her too capacity.  She turned and Sister Desiree handed her a pile of soft black clothing and a pair of black tennis shoes that matched Kristen’s.

            Sam moved to the side of the room and began going through the clothes.  It was all lycra, the thin exercise cloth that stretched.  Sam held up a pair of long pants that would come down all the way to her ankles, as well as a stretchy shirt, still black, that would encase her breasts firmly, almost like a sports bra.  She noticed that several of the other novices had received their outfits and were putting them on, so she immediately pulled on the pants and shirt, looking down at her own body.

            It looked as if the black outfit had been painted on, and she imagined pulling off the shirt and asking Kristen just to paint her black!  She laughed as she twirled around, twisting to see her spandex clad bottom.  The other novices were enjoying the sensation of being clothed in the sorority house, especially after almost an entire twenty four hours of nudity, just as Sam was, and they milled around, smiling.

            It seemed the vibrations started en masse, and Sam gave a slight shudder as the vibrating egg inside her began its recognizable dance.  Very small tremors seemed to shake Sam to the very core, exciting her, but not unbearably, and it made the whole adventure seem that much more dangerous.

            “Ladies!  Please gather round.  We will be leaving in just a moment.  The idea is to arrive right around eleven.  Most of the fraternity boys will be out on the town, with only a few in house, as it were.  Stay in groups.  Once we have the paddle, we will exit through their kitchen.”  Nicole eyed the entire group as they milled around the room.

            “Oh yes, don’t get caught!”  She said.  There was a round of laughter and Samantha found herself swept from the room and into the night air.  Almost twenty five girls were walking down the road, all dressed in black, though a few of the sisters accompanying them wore skirts, obviously not intending on participating in the raid.  Kristen, in her black pants and shirt looked excited as she walked next to Sam.

            “You look slinky.”  Kristen said, her eyes bright.

            Samantha laughed.  “Thank you.”

            “I could just eat you up!” 

            “I know.”

            Tami and Nicole pulled the group up short as they neared the fraternity house.  “Okay, we’re going to go through the back alley now.  Everyone stay quiet.  We will go in through the courtyard, into the kitchen, and then take the first door on the right.  That will be the common room.  The paddle will be hanging above the fireplace.”  Tami pointed at Samantha and several of the other novices.  “You four girls are Team One.  If there is a boy in the room, you grab him and hold him down while we get the paddle.  Once we’ve got it, you get out.”  Tami picked out eight more girls and made them Teams Two and Three, planning out their strategy like a general.

            “Is everyone ready?”  Tami asked.

            Sam nodded in excitement, just as the rest of the girls did and almost immediately they assembled invasion force moved forward, silently as felines.  All curves and sinew, the girls flowed through the back alley and into the courtyard, even opening the back kitchen door and into the fraternity house.

            They burst into the common room, surprising the four boys who were sitting watching television.  Samantha rushed forward toward the first boy who was just rising out of his seat, catching his arm and pushing him back down.  Her team mates helped her as the boy began shouting and Samantha straddled him, leaning forward until the helpless boy’s yelps were lost in the round curves of her chest.  She groaned as he pressed upward, forcing the vibrating egg still buried inside her to press against her cervix.

            “We’ve got it!  Let’s go!”  Sam heard.  She jumped up, seeing the surprised look in the boy’s eyes as she let him loose.  Whirling, she followed her team mates toward the hallway, swerving with spandex clad bodies.  She whirled as she felt fingers graze her wrist and saw two of the boys chasing them, desperately trying to grab hold of Ally, who had fallen slightly behind.  With a laugh, she pushed Ally forward and sped toward the kitchen.

            The electrical shock that exploded in Samantha’s sex was incredibly intense, and totally unexpected.  Samantha fell as the egg sent a powerful surge through her body and she fell to the kitchen floor with a cry of pain and pleasure as a sharp orgasm raced through her.  She looked up as Ally escaped through the kitchen door, the heavy metal frame slamming as it closed.

            Samantha scrambled, despite the stinging in her loin but a second jolt, seemingly more powerful than the first hit her again, sending her sex into a convulsion, her hips thrusting madly as she tried to move forward.  Her hands went to her crotch as she felt strong fingers grasping her arms, pulling her backward, away from the back door, and safety.

 

            Samantha sat in one of the love seats in the common room surrounded by almost the entire fraternity.  Over twenty boys were gathered around as the oldest, several seniors, stood in a corner discussing the situation, as well as the obvious missing paddle above the mantel.  Samantha watched them angrily argue, several motioning at her specifically.

            Her capture had gone relatively smoothly.  She had orgasmed once as the final shock had electrified her sex, and she had practically collapsed into their arms.  There had been no further shocks, only the same maddening vibration she was used to.  She had recognized both Mike and Chris, as she was dragged back into the common room and dumped unceremoniously on the love seat.  She bit her lip, still sensitive, wishing for the first time that the vibration would stop.

            Finally, it seemed the argument was over and Samantha watched as the president of the fraternity approached her.

            “What’s your name?” He asked.

            Sam just looked at him in stony silence.  He sighed.

            “My name is David Keel.  I’m president of the fraternity.”  He waited for a moment, but still Samantha refused to answer.

            “I’m fully aware that you are a member of Sigma Epsilon Xi and this was your traditional raid to get our fraternity paddle.  But I think your capture changes things dramatically.  I’m willing to trade you for the paddle and your sorority’s promise to attend our end of the year party.”    

            Still Samantha said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at David with a smug smile.

            David nodded.  “Okay.  Don’t talk.  That’s fine.  But you will write a letter to your precious sorority with our terms.”  He snapped his fingers and one of the younger members handed him a clip board.   A white piece of paper with the fraternity logo across the top sparkled white.  Sam noticed a pen on the top and took it when David Keel handed it to her.

            “I’m going to dictate.  You write.  Cooperate, or we’ll merely call the police and explain the situation.”

            Sam’s eyes widened in alarm.  Suddenly, what seemed like a foolish prank took an entirely different scope.  The humiliation of being arrested suddenly loomed large and she bit her lip and nodded.

            “Dear Tami Cohen.”  David started.  “ I am aware of your theft of our fraternity paddle from this evening’s raid and no doubt you are congratulating yourself on your bold strategy.  Unfortunately, you left something behind.  One of your novices, if I’m judging correctly by her clothing and the soft buzzing I can hear.”  David gave Samantha a hard stare that turned her insides to jelly and she blushed scarlet.  David continued.

            “We demand the return of the paddle immediately, and your promise that the sorority will attend our party.  In return, we will release your novice.  If you choose not to return our paddle, we will be forced to consider retaliatory actions.  I would rather not call the police for something so insignificant, so perhaps I can encourage you by a different threat.”  He paused, letting Samantha catch up.

            “If our paddle is not returned by midnight, we will strip your little novice to the skin and let our junior members examine her.  Sort of a hands on exhibit if you will.”  Samantha looked up from her writing and gasped.

            “You wouldn’t dare!”  She said.

            Keel leaned in.  “Absolutely.  You have a choice.  I call the police.  You renounce your membership in Sigma Epsilon Xi and become one of our permanent girls, or you take the punishment for stealing our paddle.”

            Samantha’s eyes widened and she bit her lip, uncertain.  She wished she could talk to Kristen.

            “Now finish writing.”  David commanded.  Sam once more bent to the paper.

            “If the paddle is not returned by twelve thirty, then your novice will be bound to a coffee table, iced, hot waxed, and finally whipped for her role in the theft.”  He paused and watched Sam’s reaction.

            Sam had stopped writing and could barely breath.  She imagined herself spread naked on the coffee table in the middle of the room as the entire fraternity enjoyed torturing her.  The memory of other waxings intruded and suddenly Samantha wondered what it would be like, to be the object of so much scrutiny.  She shook her head and scratched the sentence in.

            “If our paddle is not returned by two, we will take your novice to one of the upper rooms where she will spend the remainder of the weekend servicing our entire membership.”  David Keel said.

            “I will not!”  Samantha said, slamming down the clip board.

            David shrugged.  “Fine.  Should I tell the police officer that you have something stuffed up inside your cunt then?”

            Sam’s face went white.

            “Or take the other option.  Quit.  Become one of our girls and you save yourself all this embarrassment and pain.”  He shrugged.  “Well, you’ve got time to decide.  Finish writing.”  He pointed to the paper.

            “If your novice agrees to quit your sorority, we will release her, and will accept your rejection of our party invitation.  I expect your answer shortly.”

            Samantha finished writing and handed the clipboard back to Keel. 

            “What?  No postscript?”  He laughed.  With a turn he handed the clipboard to Mike and nodded.

            “Take that to Sigma immediately.  Tell them if they want to converse I’ll listen.”

            Samantha watched as Mike immediately left the room.  A tall clock on one table ticked away and Samantha saw that midnight was only twenty minutes away.  She wondered whether Tami would give them back the paddle.  Time seemed to go very fast as she waited, her arms wrapped around her body, trying to hide her black clad curves from the eyes of the assembled boys.

            The slam of the front door startled her and she saw Mike approach.  He stepped up to David and whispered in the older boy’s ear for a few minutes.  David nodded and then turned to the gathering. 

            “Clear the room.  Bobby, Mike, and Robert stay, but each of you go to a corner.  I’m granting safe passage to one of the sorority girls.”

            Samantha felt a sudden burden lift from her shoulders as the boys marched out of the room.  She twisted round in the love seat, looking out at the door when it opened, the smart sassy look of Kristen’s face entering the room.  She looked angry, and very concerned and she glared at David Keel with what seemed to be loathing.

            “I’ve granted you safe passage, Kristen.”

            Kristen sneered.  “Next time I’ve got you under me I’ll make you pay for this.”

            David shrugged.  “There may not be a next time.  Besides, I’ve practically paid for this many times.”  He looked at his watch.  “You’ve got eight minutes to give back the paddle.”  Then he stepped to the far wall, seeming to ignore the two girls.

            Kristen quickly sat down on the love seat and hugged, Samantha who burst into tears.  “Are you all right?”  She asked as Sam cried into the older girl’s shoulder.

            “Y-y-yes but they’re going to do things to m-m-me.”  Sam stuttered.  Kristen stroked her hair and soothed her. 

            “Relax little one.  Relax.  Christy is outside holding the paddle right now.  We can get you back.”  Kristen said, running her fingers through Samantha’s locks.

            Sam sighed in relief, relaxing into Kristen’s arms. 

            “What happened, Sam?  Why did you fall behind?”  Kristen asked quickly.

            Sam looked up, her face clouding with anger.  “The egg shocked me.”  She said softly.

            Kristen’s eyes narrowed.  “What?  The egg delivered a shock?”  She asked.

            Sam nodded.  “Twice.  Hard ones too.  The first made me fall and the second made me seize up and come when they grabbed me.”

            Kristen’s eyes darted around.  “Has it done anything else to you?”  She asked.

            Sam shook her head.  “No.  It’s just still buzzing.” 

            Kristen grimaced and reached into her pocket and Sam felt the buzzing cease.  She groaned once and then sighed.

            “All right, let’s get you out of here.”  Kristen said.  She began to lift Samantha up when Sam put a hand on Kristen’s wrist.

            “Kristen?  What happens if we give back the paddle?” 

            Kristen frowned.  “We go to the end of the year party.  Naked.  We serve drinks, we get fondled, we get screwed.  But no whippings.  No waxings or icings.”  She said.

            Samantha looked upset.  “All of us?”  She asked, her voice soft.

            Kristen nodded.  “Sam, don’t worry about that.  Its one night.  That’s all.  A little thing for the boys to have to deal with the reality of their servitude.  No big deal.”

            “It is a big deal, Kristen.”  Samantha said.

            Kristen shook her head.  “Samantha, what are you thinking?”

            Sam took a deep breath.  “Don’t give it back to them.”

            “What?  Are you nuts?”  Kristen declared, pulling back.

            Sam nodded.  “I’ll accept their punishment till the end of the weekend.  Think about it, I’d just have to come back and do it again, but then everyone would be here too, and it would be my fault.”

            “No way.  It’s not like that.  Sam, you don’t understand.  These guys aren’t just going to pleasure you.  It will be punishment.  Maybe as bad as what I’ve done to you!  And then every single one of them will fuck you!  At the party, you might have only two or three different guys.  That’s it!  Don’t do this.”

            Sam sighed.  “I want to do it.  I want to do it for my sisters.”  Her voice wavered only a little as she made her declaration.

            Kristen hesitated.  Part of her wanted to declare Samantha’s decision moot, that no Sigma sister would ever be incarcerated and raped like this.  But she also respected Sam’s wishes and desires.  She shook her head.

            “Samantha, I love you and respect you.  This is an incredible gift you’re giving to the sorority.  I don’t even know what to say.  But if at any moment it becomes too much  you tell that fucker David to call the sorority house and tell them you’ve had enough.  I’ll bring the paddle personally and get you out.  Do you understand me?”  Kristen grabbed hold of Samantha’s head and gave her a little shake.

            Samantha laughed, tears still trickling out of her eyes.  “I understand.”  She said, her voice a mere whisper.

            “I love you so much!”  Kristen declared, taking Sam in a bear hug and then releasing her to stand in front of the love seat.  David Keel noticed and stepped over.

            “So when do I get my paddle?”  He asked looking down at his watch. It was only three minutes to midnight. 

            Kristen smiled.  “Any time you want me to paddle you just come over to the sorority house and kiss my toes.”  David Keel’s face darkened.

            “You know what I meant.”  He said.

            Kristen nodded.  “I’ll make a call to Mistress Tami right now, outside.”

            David nodded.  “Better make it quick, because in three minutes, your precious novice is going to be naked.”

            Kristen nodded and then turned back toward Samantha.  She mouthed the words “good luck” to the still sitting sophomore girl who nodded and then turned away.

            In moments Kristen was hurrying down the street with Christy in tow, the wooden fraternity paddle going back to the sorority house.

 

Chapter 19: Humiliation and Punishment

 

            At one minute after midnight David Keel reassembled his fraternity in the common room.  The lean excited faces of the underclassmen seemed unusually young as Keel contemplated what he was about to do.  The pretty little sophomore girl had been abandoned by her sisters.  It was just a damn party, a little bit of sex.  And instead, those self righteous bitches were more than happy to let one of their little sex toys take a beating for them.

            David knew that the poor girl was in for a rough time.  Not a single boy here, except for a few of the newest pledges had not found himself bound, tortured, teased, and hurt by one of the Sigma Epsilon Xi girls.  He himself had spent hours in discomfort as Kristen, and her mistresses Tami and Calli had milked his cock over and over, until his shaft looked like raw meat.

            He knew that a lot of the boys would look upon this opportunity to get some of it back.  He still had to be careful.  No permanent damage could be inflicted upon her.  Nothing to freak out the University.  She had to be able to walk out on Sunday evening.  But he knew that his boys were inventive.  It was going to be a rough day for the young lady.

            She seemed to know that she had been abandoned.  She accepted it with grace and David almost hoped she would recant her allegiance to Sigma Epsilon Xi and just ask to be let go.  He stepped over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

            “It’s after midnight.  They’ve abandoned you.  Give up the sorority and we let you walk.”  He said softly.

            Sam shook her head.  “Or I could tell you to go ahead and call the police, tell them what you’ve threatened to do.”

            Keel frowned. “You won’t.  Besides they won’t believe you.  You’re dressed like a cross between a whore and a thief.  Our paddle is obviously missing, and you’d bring down a lot of unwelcome attention on your friends.”  He grinned suddenly.  “Not to mention the fun time you’d explaining your little sex toy when some police officer does a body cavity search.” 

            Sam just stared at him. 

            “You won’t give the sorority up?”  He asked.

            Sam shook her head.

            David Keel sighed and lifted his hands.   In a loud voice he called out.  “Strip her boys.  I don’t care about the condition of her clothes.”

            Suddenly Samantha found herself surrounded by males, strong hands reaching out to her.  She decided passive resistance would be the best and went limp, allowing them to pick her up.  She felt the spandex being peeled from her body, her shoes tossed in the corner as bare skin was revealed quickly and efficiently.  It took only minutes for the fraternity to have her stark naked, her lycra outfit heaped on top of her shoes, in the middle of the room.

            Samantha stood there resolute, her mouth a tight line as she felt the hungry eyes of over twenty men.  She was pushed roughly toward the coffee table, then spun and shoved backward, a few hands lowering her to the smooth wooden surface.

            “All underclassmen to the coffee table.”  David Keel ordered.

            Samantha looked up to see the still pimply faces of eighteen and nineteen year old boys, their eyes excited.  She felt hands spreading her legs and she closed her eyes as her wrists and ankles were grasped, pulling her limbs apart so she lay spread eagled on the table.  Rough fingers began touching her, stroking her entire body, echoing the breakfast feast of the morning, but with a stronger and more masculine touch.  Sam moaned as thumb and forefingers found her nipples, pinching hard.  Even her clit was squeezed as the first shoots of pain radiated through her body.

            Someone’s fingers dipped into her sopping sex and she gasped as the vibrating egg was pulled.  There was raucous laughter as they gawked and she heard one voice comment “she IS a slut!”

            The egg was replaced with fingers, almost an entire fist and she found her hips bucking involuntarily as a full fist was inserted into her sex, pumping madly, the long thick digits wiggling like worms.  Mouths latched on to her  breasts and she felt the sucking and swirl of tongues and lips.  She groaned again but suddenly her mouth was full of something hard and long and she realized that she was sucking on someone’s cock.   She arched her head back and slurped on the offered rod until it erupted in her mouth, spilling cum all over her face. 

            Her heels thumped the table as one fist was removed in favor of another and she cried out as the first wave of orgasm hit her.  They kept it up too, switching out fingers and mouths and cocks for over thirty minutes so that she never spent longer than thirty seconds without a cock between her lips, a fist deep in her sex, and two boys sucking on her breasts like straws.

            On her fourth orgasm they stopped, the huge intruders in her body leaving her almost as suddenly as they had penetrated.  She lay immobile, unrestrained, but unmoving as the underclassmen stepped back at David Keel’s order.  Samantha didn’t even respond as the ropes were tied around each wrist and ankle, looping under the coffee table to keep her spread open.  David Keel approached once more.

            “Recant the sorority and I will spare you what’s coming.”  He said.

            Sam opened her eyes and looked up at him.  “Just do it.  I can take anything you have to give.”

            Keel rolled his eyes and shook his head.  With a turn he nodded at several of the upperclassmen who immediately approached the bound girl.  Surrounded by the still pimply faces of the underclassmen, the older boys immediately began inflicting the harsher torments promised.  One senior held a bottle of frozen water that had been retrieved from the freezer while still two other each held large wax candles, already lit and ready.

            Samantha suddenly had thoughts of her trial by fire and ice and realized that inadvertently she was about to repeat it.  The frozen water bottle was roughly rammed into her, not with the delicate smooth edges the frozen dildo she had experienced at the sorority house.  She screamed out loud as the frozen cold seared her sex and then screamed again as hot wax dripped down upon her breasts, long pours that seemed not only to coat her nipples, but drip far down her body before solidifying.  Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her hips trembling as the ice bottle was rammed in and out   Her back arched as she came again, still tormented, still tortured, as the boys took turns in peeling the wax off her body and burning her again.

            The scent of the candles filled the room as they worked her, finally tossing the water bottle to the side, its interior sloshing.  Her swollen pink sex was cold to the touch and it didn’t take much imagination for one of the boys to hold a candle over her clit.  Sam grit her teeth as she tried to prepare herself for the splattering heat, but opened her mouth in an intense cry as the scorching wax encased her clit in a syrupy heat.  Rivulets of paraffin slipped down the puffy folds of her sex all the way to her bottom, and the fat blistering drops splattered on her labia, creating a white bikini bottom to match her already sheathed breasts. 

            David Keel watched from the wall as his closest circle abused the poor girl.  Already, her cries had filled the fraternity house.  One of the underclassmen had gotten out his video camera and was recording the whole thing for posterity, especially the absolute willingness of this lithe brunette who was accepting her punishment and torture like no girl imaginable.  He glanced down at his watch, finally realizing that Tami Cohen was going to let this girl be tortured for the rest of the weekend, and he shook his head. 

            Stepping forward, he unbuckled his belt, pulling out the thin leather strap.  It was an old brown cowhide, and supple.  He moved closer to the boys applying the wax and motioned them away.  Slowly, they backed off, leaving the sobbing, writhing girl to their president.  He knelt down at the head of the table and stroked the poor girl’s hair, letting her regain her composure.

            “What’s your name?”  He asked softly, wanting to know it.

            Sam grit her teeth.  “Fuck off” She hissed, her body aching in ways she hadn’t experienced.

            David Keel frowned again.  “For a girl whose about to be whipped, you sure don’t have the right attitude.”  He leaned over and she felt his breath in her ear.  “I want to know you’re name and you’re going to tell me.”

            Once more Samantha shook her head.  “No way.”

            David Keel shrugged.  “You will.  It’s whipping time now.  All you have to do to make it stop is say your name.”  He stood and double looped his belt.

            The first swing was aimed at Samantha’s wax sheathed breasts, but was relatively light, only cracking the wax.  Sam winced, but not from the belt, but from the expectation.  It landed lightly across her bosom and she sneered at Keel.

            “Is that the best you can do?”

            Keel’s face hardened and he swung the belt hard, repeating his first swing across her breasts.  Sam’s face clouded and her body fought the bindings as the thick leather strap smacked into her bosom hard.  Wax chips went flying like safety glass, and the bright pink skin of her still inflamed breasts was exposed in a long two inch strip across both soft mounds.  Her nipples were flat, dark discs, despite the stinging lash and Samantha let out a crying squeal, her eyes watering.

            “The next one will be on your pussy if you don’t tell me your name.”  Keel said.  He moved around to the head of the coffee table, almost straddling Samantha’s head.  She looked up at him through his legs, noticing the large bulge in his pants.  She shook her head and he swung fast and hard before she could even finish resisting him.

            The belt landed with a sharp crack and it curled down between her legs.  The wax over her clit and slit cracked and exploded, looking as if it were being flayed from her body.  Samantha screamed as the pain radiated upward but never saw the second blow coming as Keel repeated his swing, managing to clear the wet swollen sex of all but tiny remnants of paraffin.

            Samantha was sobbing and Keel halted for a moment.  He stepped away, speaking softly to one of his lieutenants who hurried away.  Once more he approached the table, kneeling down along Samantha’s side, reaching up to carefully peel splashes of wax from her stomach and sides.

            “You can tell me your name.  There’s no rule against it.” He said as Samantha chest heaved.   His fingers lightly stroked her, moving down to her clit.   She hissed as his fingertips touched her and he parted the fleshy petals.  To his surprise, she was wet, almost soaked, and he shook his head.  He pushed his finger in deep and Sam moaned, her hips twisting.

            Keel’s lieutenant dropped a large duffle bag on the floor next to David and he pulled his finger out of the squirming girl and opened it.  The first thing to come out was two small plastic nodules, about the size of his thumb, both attached to a small battery pack and control.  With a strange gentleness, he pushed both nodules into Sam’s sex, causing the girl to wince, but relax has both baubles slipped in deep.

            He turned the control and Sam let out a tiny whimper.  Once more, the hungry vibrations of sex had entered her life.   These toys felt different from the vibrating egg, smaller, less filling, but doubly maddening as the sensation intensified from their touching each other inside her.  She could almost hear the rattling sound they made as their hard plastic sides jumbled together.

            David tucked the control wire down between her legs, pushing the battery pack under the table.  He gave Samantha a little pat and the stood up again.  With nary a word, he swirled his belt around once and let the leather strap smack once more into Sam’s breasts.  This time the reaction was different.  Not the blood curdling cry, but the wet whimper of a girl whose mind can no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain came from her lips.  Wax flakes chipped and exposed the entirety of her hot pink breasts.  David Keel swung again, this time letting the tip snap hard against her nipple.

            When he looked again, her hips were thrusting and the lashed nub had risen, standing pert under his leather.  He swung again, managing to catch the left nipple as well, realizing that his beating was only arousing the young girl.  He moved back to the head of the coffee table and whipped his belt down between her legs, smacking her with a hot and heavy blow that would have sent a man to his knees.

            Samantha’s eyes widened and she yelled loudly as the wet smacking sound filled the room.  Her body flushed with pain that seemed to explode upward from her pussy.  Her toes curled and she yanked hard on the ropes binding her open.  Her sex felt as if it were on fire, the deep ache going all the way in.  But there was a secondary heat and she let out an involuntary moan as she felt her orgasm replace the fiery sting of Keel’s belt.

            Keel couldn’t believe it.  He had just landed a perfect swing, right on the exposed swollen clit of this girl who couldn’t even close her legs, and she was enjoying it.  He shook his head and stepped back.  With a determined look he nodded to his lieutenant.  A sharp word and four of the upperclassmen were removing their belts.  They stepped forward, surrounding the coffee table, effectively blocking the view so well that the freshman boy videotaping grabbed a chair and stood on it, looking down.

            The belts began swinging in no recognizable pattern, landing with a variety of thuds and cracks.  Samantha’s voice began to fail as he let loose tiny cries and harsh screams, depending all on where the tips of the various belts landed.  In moments, not a shred of wax remained on her body, and her alabaster skin, which had already turned pink from the hot wax, shimmered to red.  Angry thin stripes welted her abdomen and breasts, encircling her sides.  Even her thighs were strapped, all the way down to her knees. 

            One boy in particular seemed to make every strike land directly on her slit, beating the poor girl’s sex until Sam seemed lost in a pain induced haze.  The tip of his belt became sodden with her juices and each repetitive slap sounded wet.  But through it all, no matter what sound emanated from Samantha, nothing resembled a name.

            It was Keel who brought a halt to the whipping.  Her body was crimson and pink, flushed and hot to the touch.  Her head lolled to the side and the petals of her sex were inflamed and swollen.  Her nipples, still hard, were huge, and her breasts looked more like a pair of hot pink pillows, than a young girl’s creamy white mounds.

            Keel ordered them to untie her, letting her limbs free.  He glanced down at his watch and noticed that it was well past two in the morning.  Her body was limp as they freed her and Keel stepped forward.  With a quick grip he picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

            David Keel was big man, almost six four, and he was one of the better swimmers on the University swim team.  His strong arms enfolded Samantha and carried her upstairs.  The fraternity kept a guest room for visiting alumni, and he carried her to the king sized bed, slowly lowering her to the down comforter.  One of his lieutenants brought a cup of water and he held it to her lips, letting her sip it slowly.

            It took almost twenty minutes before Sam responded, exhausted and hurt, but nodding at Keel in thanks.  He pampered her, letting her recover.  Finally he rolled her over onto her stomach.  Sam hissed in pain as her beaten breasts touched the mattress, but David Keel’s fingers on her aching shoulders took any thoughts of objection away.

            Keel brought out a small bottle of oil and began working it into her skin.  Her back was perfect.  Only a few small dark freckles here and there.  He slipped his fingers over her bottom, feeling the soft and firm globes.  He oiled her crack, the poor girl to tired to even resist until he moved low enough to touch the base of her slit.

            He rubbed her until he heard the soft sigh of her slipping into sleep.  He lifted his hands and undid the button of his jeans, letting the blue denim drop.  His boxers followed next and he grasped his hard cock.  He grabbed a condom and slipped it over his shaft.  Oiling it, he rubbed himself while standing over the naked girl until he glistened.  It took only a moment to kneel on the bed, straddling her, carefully positioning his cock at the entrance of her sex.

            She awoke just as it penetrated, reawakening painful spots and she bucked, trying to force him out and off her.  His heavy weight prevented it and Samantha was too fatigued to fight long.  Eventually she stopped moving, just laying there, letting him fuck her until she felt him shudder inside her.

            There was that almost agonizing moment when he pulled out and she half rolled to watch him, only to see a video camera in her face.  She blushed scarlet and rolled back down to hide herself when she felt the weight on the bed return.  A hard cock filled the crack of her ass, slipping up and down through the wetness until it drove in to her sex.  She gasped as it filled her.  She blinked, trying to figure out how Keel could have gotten so hard again so fast, when she saw the fraternity president standing by the wall.  Sam realized that it was the lieutenant who straddled her, bouncing on her ass.  The lieutenant’s hard cock went back and forth and Sam gritted her teeth until she felt the slight tremor and shuddering that signified male orgasm.  She looked over her shoulder, ignoring the camera and saw a long line at the door, stiff condom covered cocks.

            She closed her eyes and began crying as a new weight straddled her.  Oil and her own juices coated her and she felt the hard cock push.  Suddenly she yelped, arching her back and pulling forward as the huge cock behind her pushed into her ass.  She screamed as it went in, ramming into her like a piston in a tight well.  Sobbing, she stopped fighting, her body thrumming as she was anally violated.

            David Keel stepped forward and leaned down as she felt the pounding.  “I’ll leave you to it then.  There are twenty five of us.  I imagine several will be in for seconds.  Good luck.”  He patted Samantha on the head and left the room.

 

Chapter 20: Explanations

           

            It was Sunday evening and Kristen sat in her car across from the fraternity house, nervously drumming her fingers on the leather clad wheel of her car.  The wooden paddle was in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket, ready at a moment’s notice to be returned.  She was tired, and slightly worn around the edges from all the coffee and soda she had consumed during her vigil.

            The lights in the common room had stayed on all night but Kristen knew Sam had been moved when the guest room lights went on.  She tried to imagine what Samantha was going through but couldn’t, and she wished she could be there with her.  It was unfair that things had worked out the way they did, and who could have expected Samantha to be so noble?

            There was a knock on the passenger window and Kristen jumped.  She looked up to see the handsome face of David Keel through the glass.  She leaned over and unlocked the car door, allowing the fraternity president into the car.

            “Come to gloat?”  Kristen said, her voice icy, looking straight ahead.

            “Not in the least.”  David replied, looking at the pretty blond.  “I came to square things up.  Your little novice has the constitution of a horse and the endurance of a rhino.”  He said conversationally.

            “Samantha can take anything you can dish out.”  Kristen declared.

            David smiled.  “So that’s her name.  She wouldn’t tell us, even when we whipped her.”

            Kristen turned at him, the look of worry in her eyes.  “You didn’t…”  her voice trailed off.

            Keel shook his head.  “No.  She’ll be sore, bruised, and very tender, but we didn’t damage her.”  He nodded to himself.  “I’m still rather surprised though.  She’s had a very rough twenty hours and comported herself well.  Never once did she recant the sorority or beg.  It was almost enough to make me become a dom.”  He turned and looked slyly at Kristen.

            “Am I going to get my pictures back now?” Kristen asked, still squeezing the wheel of the car.

            David sighed and leaned back.  “Now see, the agreement was you sabotaged the raid so our paddle wouldn’t get stolen.  I don’t have our paddle and your little novice decided to accept a night of extreme punishment and a gang bang in order to protect the sorority.”  He screwed his mouth up for a moment.  “Wish we had as loyal members as you seem to.”  Keel leaned forward.

            “But maybe not so loyal, huh?  I mean, you were willing to sacrifice your entire sorority to get back a few measly pictures of you tied up on your back.  Is what I did to you so embarrassing?  Or is it the fact that you wanted it?”

            Kristen bit her lip and stared forward, tears brimming in her eyes. 

            David Keel grinned and reached into his pocket, pulling out a battered package. 

            “Here are the pictures.  All of them.  Plus the original negatives.  I’m honorable, you know that.”  He looked up at the house and nodded.  “Your novice is in there right now hanging upside down with her legs spread while my fraternity brothers are playing a game called ‘drink the girl dry’.  Do you know how it’s played?  You find a willing girl, string her up, fill her pussy with beer, and one player at a time tries to suck it all out of her.”

            Kristen bit back a sob but she hunched forward, closing her eyes.

            “And before that game she played ‘Suck it quick’ where she was given three minutes to give one of us a blowjob to orgasm.  If the player didn’t come, then he got to deliver three quick slaps with a sap on her clit.  I can’t tell you how much fun it is to watch someone spank a bright pink pussy like hers.  She screamed so loud.”  David shrugged.

            “Of course we let her nap too.  We tied her up, duct taped a vibrator into her pussy, turned it on high, and then let her try to sleep.  She did you know.  She must be used to you ramming things up her.”   David leaned in close.  “So how long have you kept her vibrating huh?”  He pulled out the large purple egg vibrator.  “Use this thing a lot?”  He tossed it into Kristen’s lap, ignoring the tears pouring down the junior girl’s face.

            The package of pictures he laid on the console.

            “I know that the guys have no idea of our initial agreement, and I truly would have liked to have the entire sorority over for our party, but I think that Samantha’s selfless act should be rewarded.”  He gave a slight smirk before reaching for the door handle.  “Some people have honor.”

            Kristen looked over at David as he got out of the car.  His strong chin made him look ruggedly handsome in the setting sunlight.  Kristen felt an odd lump in her throat and she turned away, unwilling to look him in the face.  He stood on the sidewalk and glanced at his watch, leaning back into the car.

            “It’s almost seven.  I told them to have her ready to walk.  She should be coming out any moment.  Sorry about her clothes, but getting them off her was a chore.”  He shut the car door and walked away, moving down the street at a leisurely pace.

            Kristen reached over to the packet of pictures and opened it.  She had seen them before, her naked body bound tightly across the hood of Keel’s car, her nipples clamped, her sex open and gaping.  There were pictures of her sucking cock, of her look of ecstasy, and a picture of her and David, heads together, smiling.

            The front door of the fraternity house opened and Kristen stiffened.  Wrapped in an overly large blanket, bare feet and shoulders exposed, Samantha stumbled, weaving like a drunken sailor out onto the porch.  Kristen immediately jumped out of the car and ran up to the exhausted mussed girl.  Her brunette hair was mussed, thick globs of dried spunk dotting it.  Her cheeks looked hollow and she leaned heavily on Kristen when the older girl moved close.  Kristen looked at Samantha with intensity, trying to gauge Sam’s condition.  Samantha turned and looked at Kristen, a tiny smile on her face.

            “I didn’t even tell them my name.”  She said, her voice a tiny hoarse whisper.

            Kristen burst into tears.  “I know, darling.  I know.”  Kristen helped her down the stairs and to the car, almost wishing she dared pick her up and carry her.  But Sam made it, her bare toes pretty against the dark asphalt.  Kristen got her seated and quickly got in the front seat.  She fumbled at the keys when she heard Sam’s tiny voice.

            “Did I do what you wanted?”  Sam said her head tilted back, eyes closed.

            Kristen hesitated and turned around to look at Samantha.  “What?”

            Sam didn’t move even a bit.  She kept her eyes closed.  “Did I pass your test?” 

            Kristen trembled, her voice betraying her guilt.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Samantha.” 

            “Yes you do, Sister Kristen.”  Sam said, her voice still barely above a whisper.  “You were the one that put the egg inside me.  You took it from the bottom of the bucket.  You expected me to be last, but instead I was first in line.  I didn’t even wonder why you dug for my egg when you were doing it.  It wasn’t until I was lying face down with the seventh boy fucking my ass that I figured it out.  How would the boys get a remote?  How would they know exactly when to activate the electrical shock?”  Sam smiled lightly.  “You were there and you activated it.  You wanted me to be captured.”

            Sam opened her eyes and looked at the back of Kristen’s head.  “Did I pass your test?”  She asked.

            Kristen turned back around to Samantha.  The look in the junior’s eyes told Samantha everything.  Kristen bit her lip.

            “We were supposed to trade the paddle back.  That was the agreement.  I couldn’t warn them when we were coming, because Tami would have called off the raid for another day if there were too many boys at the house.  The only way I could think of for the raid to fail was to let one of us be captured.  I couldn’t, Tami would suspect me.  You weren’t supposed to be all noble.”  Kristen said, her voice cracking with emotion.

            “What does he have over you?”  Samantha asked, opening her eyes and looking at the crying blond.

            Kristen reached up and handed over the packet.  Sam took only a minute to look through the pictures.

            “Do you still love him?”  Samantha asked, giving them back.

            Kristen shook her head.  “I don’t know.  I don’t want to.  After what he did to you, how can I?”

            Sam sighed.  “Can we go home now Sister Kristen?  I’m really tired.”

            Kristen nodded, wiping tears from her eyes.  She started the car and pulled out onto the road.

            “Can you forgive me, Sam?”  Kristen asked, her voice still choking up on her emotions.

            There was silence from the back seat and Kristen glanced in the rear view mirror, only to see Samantha’s glittering eyes.  There was a slight amusement and a deep and abiding love.

            “It depends on how often you make me explode in Calli’s dungeon, Kristen.  And I think I’ve just earned another five demerits.”

 

Epilogue

 

            David Keel lay spread eagled on his bed, bound hand and foot.  The large rubber ball gag in his mouth was certainly uncomfortable and he mentally cursed himself for falling for the stupid trick.  He was naked of course, his thick cock hard and extended and he knew the next few hours would be very difficult.

            The bedroom door opened and two very different girls walked in.  One was brunette, a pretty girl next door face that seemed to make his heart race.  The other was a stunning blond whose smile usually made his heart melt.  Together, these two girls were a danger to every living man.

            Both were wearing the skimpiest of chemises, short little silk outfits that didn’t even cover the curvature of their bottoms, offering him the barest glimpses of their shaven slits.  Together they approached the bed, one lifting up a small basket full of unguents and oils.

            That sat on either side of him, white curving breasts bulging the silk in ways that made his eyes pop.  The blond reached out and began stroking his cock.

            “What’s the record, Samantha?”  Kristen asked, her slim fingers delicately rubbing the solid shaft in front of her.

            “I believe the record is nine in two hours, Sister Kristen.”  Samantha answered politely.

            “Why did we stop at nine?”  Kristen asked, obviously knowing the answer.

            Sam turned and smiled down at David.  “Because David here was so tender that even touching him was painful.”

            “So what are we going to do different, Sam?”  Kristen asked, still for David’s benefit.

            Sam grinned.  “Lots of oil, full fucking…” She leaned in and looked David right in the eyes.  “And the same love and tenderness he showed me the first night we met.”

 

The End