Sorority Sex Slave
Part Four
Was I a natural?
If so, a natural what? I mean, what did that mean anyway? I'd
always know how, well, how high my sex drive was, and how some
things excited me far more than other girls and women, including
things that other people thought were perverted.
Bondage was one of those things. I loved the feelings it gave
me, the idea of being so... helpless and, I don't know, possessed,
owned, controlled, dominated. It just created a tremendously erotic
feeling within me. Since the first time I'd read about it I had
thought the image of a beautiful naked woman bound in chains or
ropes, was an immensely arousing one.
When I'd played with Karen or a couple of other trusted lovers,
played with bondage, being tied up had done something powerfully
sensual to me. I remember being bound to a boyfriend's bed,
spreadeagled and naked as he made love to me, straining against the
bonds and feeling myself soooooo sexually free and gloriously erotic.
I'd been afraid to reveal just how excited it made me. It was
okay to play as a game but only sickos would really get off on that
on a regular basis, or so I thought. As for pain, well, once a guy
had spanked me, but only playfully, and though I'd liked the
feeling of submissiveness, I hadn't liked the pain.
Now things were different, but I didn't know why. It might have
been because I was already very aroused when Carol began switching
me, both times. Even during the initiation, I'd already been
intensely turned on when the women started using their switches on
my behind and back.
So it wasn't that I liked the pain in itself, it was more like
the pain contributed to the pleasure I was already feeling. It was
like ice and water, the same but not the same. I mean, you can't
drink ice all by itself, it's too hard and too cold. Still, if you
had a cup of water and poured ice into it, the water would rise
higher with each additional cube, until it overflowed the cup.
"So did it hurt?"
"Uh, no, not really."
"You're lucky. Carol is supposed to be pretty nice. Brittany
likes to use the cain and that's supposed to hurt like shit!" Emma
sighed as she leaned on the window sill and looked out. "I thought
they couldn't do anything unless it was in the rule book."
"Oh, no, not really, but not all the punishments are specified.
Your mentor is allowed to create her own sometimes, and I hear
Brittany is really creative."
"Well, Carol is... okay."
"Did she come on to you. They say she's really hot. I mean she's
sweet, but she's supposed to have a super high sex drive."
"Why don't you tell me where this rule book is?" I sighed,
changing the subject. Emma looked at me calculatingly, then pointed
at the desk. I went over and got the book, then sat down and opened it.
"You better not forget your medallion again," Emma said.
"No. I won't."
"Check out page four."
I looked on page four. "What's this mean? Pledges are required
to perform any service requested by a sister, other than those
explicately exempted under section twelve."
"It means what it says. We're slaves. We have to do anything we're told no matter what."
"What's section twelve?"
"That's the sex section."
"Oh."
"That means you have to do anything but sex. But the sisters are
the ones who decide what's sexual. So, for instance if they want a
bath servant to help them take a bath, that's not sex, even if you
have to scrub every inch of their body with your bare hands."
"Well, I suppose I could take that, so long as I don't have to do it very often."
"How do you feel about licking feet?"
"Yuck!"
"It's not sexual, supposedly, but if they tell you to do it you have to, or you get punished."
"I don't think Carol would do that."
"You and her did something together, didn't you?" she exclaimed.
"Did not!"
"Oh you liar! I just bet you did. You were gone for too long for
just a little switching. That only takes a minute."
"Mind your own business."
"Ha."
"What about Brittany?"
"What about her?"
"Has she come on to you yet?"
"I'll say she has. Not just her either. We're new meat, especially you and me and Allison."
"Why us?"
"Because we're the bisexuals. The other two are confirmed
lesbians. The sisters like bisexuals. I told you that. Hell, bring
over a heterosexual girl some time and they'll be all over her.
There's nothing they like better than seducing a heterosexual girl."
"I am heterosexual... mostly," I said.
"There's no such thing as mostly heterosexual. That's like a
little bit pregnant. If you're excited by women then you're bi."
The door opened and Carol came in.
"Get dressed, girls. We're taking the pledges out for a tour of the campus."
"Yes, Sister," Emma said.
"Yes... Mistress," I said.
One good thing about the sorority sisters, they might humiliate
us in private but they treated us well in public. Some of the
fraternities, for instance, made their pledges do all sorts of
humiliating stupid things or wear really weird clothes. We saw two
guys walk by with false noses, wearing their underwear outside
their pants, for instance.
We had a lot of fun, and got back to the sorority house late in
the afternoon. Me and Emma went down to the swimming pool
afterwards and did some laps, then played around in the gym,
experimenting with the equipment. Neither of us was all that strong
- no muscle tone according to one of the sisters there, but we
figured we could keep the weight off if we worked out a little.
After dinner was judgement session. Any public punishment was
meted out there. Most of the time was spent refereeing disputes
between the sisters according to the rules, but there were two
punishments to be handed down. One was to a sister, who was fined,
and the other was to a pledge, Allison.
She was accused of being rude and impertinent to a sister named
Rachael. Allison, who was a self confident, proud woman, had told
Rachael to fuck off and then had told he she was a dumb cunt whore
and shoved her hard against a wall!
In her defence Allison claimed Rachael had insulted her for
almost five minutes, and then had poured a cup of coffee over her head.
However, since the coffee wasn't hot, and she was therefore, not
hurt, she'd had no excuse for using violence on the sister. As for
the insults, well, who cared if a sister insulted a scummy pledge
anyway? That wasn't an excuse for anything.
The senior sisters judged Allison guilty. For insulting Rachael,
she would receive twenty lashes from a switch. For shoving her, she
would get five cuts from a cain. Rachael would administer the first
and Allison's mentor Joan would do the caning.
Allison looked rebellious and angry by the judgement, but unless
she wanted to quit the sorority there wasn't anything she could do.
It looked like she was considering that very thing, but when Sissy
ordered her to strip and bend over, she obeyed, even if reluctantly.
I was kind of embarrassed for her as I and the other sisters and
pledges stared at her round white ass. Like us, her cunt was
shaved, and her little slit opened slightly as she bent far over
and opened her legs.
I was also aroused, and eager to witness her punishment.
Everyone around me was excited as well as we watched Rachael ready
the switch. Rachael stood to one side of the bent over blonde girl
so she wouldn't block our view, then she swung the switch as hard
as she could.
Allison cried out in pain, even though she was obviously trying
not to. Rachael drew her arm back and slashed the switch across her
ass a second time, and a third and a fourth. She was hitting
Allison far harder than Carol had hit me.
She swung the switch carefully, measuring the blows, obviously
not wanting to be done too quickly. She was concentrating on the
lower part of Allison's pretty ass cheeks, using the very end of
the switch, the tip. I didn't know why until Allison howled and
flew forward onto the floor, clutching her crotch. Then I realized
Rachael had cruelly caught her bare pussy mound with the switch.
"The pledge is not permitted to move until punishment is over,"
Sissy admonished. "Resume the position."
Allison was panting and sniffling. One of the sisters gripped
her by the arm and helped her back to her feet, then the blonde
bent over again, reaching for her ankles. Rachael slashed the
switch across her buttocks again several times before catching her
pussy mound again.
Once more Allison flew forward with a shriek, clutching her snatch.
"If we must warn you again, pledge, you will be chained for the
remainder of punishment," Sissy said. "I also would like to remind
sister Rachael that this punishment calls for a switching on the
buttocks. Any further contact with genitalia will be considered an
offence under the punishment act."
Rachael scowled at that. I hadn't gotten that far in the book so
I didn't know what Sissy meant. I kind of wished she would slash
the thing across Allison's pussy again though. It turned me on. The
whole thing turned me on but seeing Allison get slashed right on
the pussy reeeaaaaly turned me on!
Allison was back on her feet, bending over. Rachael slashed the
stick down on her soft ass flesh again and again until Sissy said
twenty. Then Allison had to drop to her knees and thank Rachael for
the punishment, which must have been galling, then kiss the switch.
Then she had to assume the position again for the cane. The cane
position wasn't the same as the switch position. In the cane
position you only bent to a ninety degree angle, with your hands on
your knees instead of your ankle. That meant your ass flesh wasn't
as tightly stretched, so there was more meat for the cane to strike.
Allison bent over, trembling a bit as Sissy raised the cane. The
cane was about the same length as the switch but was thicker and
heavier. She brought it whooshing down on Allison's buttocks and
Allison cried out in pain, but held her position. Again and again,
and then again, and then a final time Sissy slashed the cane across
Allison's pretty round ass cheeks.
Unlike the switch, which made very thin little lines that were
quick to fade, the cane left thick, angry red lines behind that
stayed much longer, and left the girl's bottom smarting for hours.
Allison had to beg for forgiveness then and kiss the cane, then
the session was over. Me and Emma and Jennifer went and cleaned up
the kitchen, which was one of our chores as pledges. Afterwards
Emma and I went back to our room.
We weren't there for more than half an hour when the door opened
and Ginny and Dog came in. Dog was crawling on all fours and Ginny
was leading her by a chain around her throat. At first I thought
Dog might be wearing some kind of G-string, but then I realized
that what it was was a kind of tail.
The tail stuck out of her asshole and hung down between her
legs. It was attached to something they'd stuck in her asshole. Dog
barked several times as we stared at her in amazement.
"Dog wanted to meet the new sluts," Ginny sneered. "Strip and
get down on your hands and knees," she ordered. Emma and I looked
at each other, then obeyed, getting down on all fours in front of Dog.
Dog crawled forward and sniffed all around us, then stuck out
her tongue and licked my cheek, then Emma's.
"She likes you," Ginny said. "Turn around and she'll lick your cunts."
"Uh, no thank you, Sister," I said.
"Dirty little slut," Ginny glared. "You're the one who likes dildos, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I've got a dildo so big it will split your cunt apart, bitch."
She pulled back harshly on the chain and Dog reared back onto
her knees, the chain tightening like a noose around her slender
throat. Ginny held the chain tightly, continuing to maintain
pressure as Dog's face began to turn red, and her hands fluttered.
Ginny smiled as she reached down, her hand gliding across Dog's
straining chest, over her rounded, outhrust tits and hard little nipples
Dog's eyes were bulging out as she strained back and choked. She
never made any attempt to free herself, to loosen the chain
strangling her. She made odd, choking sounds, then she gurgled and
passed out.
We watched in awed amazement. Ginny ignored her slave as Dog
half hung there, held up by the throat. She let her down onto the
floor then, taking the pressure off her throat and allowing the
chain to loosen.
"See how you've disappointed Dog?" she pouted. "Now you'll have
to carry her back to my room. Go on, pick her up you sluts."
Emma and I gripped the nude, unconscious girl by her arms and
legs and lifted her, carrying her down the hall to Ginny's room.
Ginny followed behind, making obscene remarks about our naked asses
and tits and cunt slits, and how she'd like to whip us and make us
suck her cunt.
Once we were in Ginny's room she directed us, not to the bed,
but to a wall, where manacles hung from short chains.
"Put her up against the wall," Ginny ordered. We placed her
against the wall, then lifted the unconscious girl's arms above
her, putting her wrists into the separate manacles and locking them
in place. We let her go and she hung limp, her chin on her chest.
"Now wouldn't you like to hang there, little sluts?" Ginny
purred. "I think you'd both look marvellous, all shaved bald,
perhaps with a few whip marks on your soft little asses."
She was turning me on, kind of. I didn't like her. I thought she
was cruel, rather than nice like Carol, and though the sight of Dog
hanging naked from the manacles was supremely erotic, I didn't envy
her her baldness.
"Go on, get out sluts. But I'll get you later, never fear, " she
sneered. Me and Emma walked out but I ran into Carol in the hall.
"I would like a word with you, Pledge," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, parting with Emma, who continued
back to our room. I followed Carol into her room and knelt on the
floor when she ordered it.
"How are you enjoying your first day here?" she asked.
"Fine, Mistress," I said.
"Are you all hot and bothered by everything?"
"Not everything, Mistress."
"Hmmm, she leaned over me and tilted my head up. "I was watching
you when Allison was getting switched," she said. "You were rubbing
your little pussy, weren't you." I blushed and lowered my head. She
laughed and moved away
"Come here, Pledge," she ordered. I rose and went over to her as she stood near a closet.
"Help me get undressed for bed," she ordered, smiling smugly at
me. I swallowed, then reached for her shirt, unbuttoning it down to
the waist and pulling it from her pants.
"Put it in the laundry hamper, Pledge, and remember, you'll be doing my laundry from now on."
"Yes, Mistress," I replied.
I dropped to one knee and she put her foot on my leg as I
unlaced her shoe and pulled it off. I did the same with her other
shoe, placing both in the closet, then undid her pants and pulled
them down, helping her out of them.
I rose and removed her bra and then slid her panties down over
her hips and off her ankles. Now as nude as I was, she smiled cooly
at me, then motioned to the top drawer of her dresser.
"My night things are there, Pledge. Get them and help me dress."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, thinking to find pyjamas or something,
but when I opened the drawer what I found was a collection of shiny
black leather goods. My breath caught when I felt the cool leather
against my fingers.
"Hurry up, Pledge," she said, sounding bored.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
First I removed a leather bra, at least, a sort of bra. I slid
it up under her breasts, fastening it around behind her. It pushed
them up and tightly together, and covered only the lower halves of
her mammaries, or almost half, since her nipples were free.
After that came a pair of thigh high leather boots with tall,
spiked heels. I shivered as I helped her into them. After that was
a leather vest, then long leather gloves that extended all the way
up to her elbows. Finally came something I didn't even know how to describe.
It was like a G-string, I suppose, except the leather straps
were very sturdy and there was a round hole in the front over her
pussy. I reached into the drawer then and saw only one thing
remaining, but I didn't think it was an article of clothing.
"Take it out, pledge, and put it on me," She said.
It was a big black dildo. I took it out then looked at her, she
indicated the hole in the front of her panty thing. I pushed the
rounded cocknose towards it but she corrected me. I turned it
around and saw there were little clamps where the base of the dildo
would fasten against the round hole.
I gave it a half turn and it was snugly fitted in place,
sticking straight out from her crotch like a big hard cock. I knew
it was meant for me and felt my slit oozing with love juice.
"I have some things for you to wear as well, Pledge," Carol said. "In the next drawer."
I opened the next drawer and found more leather, and chain. I
took out the first thing and saw it was a thick leather collar with
metal studs. I looked at her and she nodded encouragingly. I donned
it, fitting it together in front. It locked tightly.
Next were leather wristlets. These also had metal studs, metal
rings, and little metal locks. Once I snapped them together around
my wrists, only a key would remove them. There were two more
wristlets, but Carol tapped my ankle with her boot and I realized
the went around them. I fitted and locked them around my ankles.
There was a sort of leather bra. It was more like a two leather
donuts attached by a strap. I tried to fit my breasts through the
holes but they seemed to small, the holes I mean. Carol had me bend
over so my tits hung right below me, then she pulled the bra thing
up tight, tight, and I gripped my breast flesh and pulled it through.
She fastened it behind me and I stood up, my breasts tightly
squeezed on all sides and thrusting out hard and swollen like
mushrooms, the nipples sharp little pencil points.
I had a little trouble breathing in the tight garment, but loved
how it made my tits stick out. I reached into the drawer and pulled
out another confusing article. It was narrow at one end, but grew
much wider at the other, and there was something that looked like
a soft horse's tail attached to the thick end.
"This goes in your tight little asshole," she said, and I
realized it was the same kind of thing Dog had worn. I gasped and
felt a sharp, stinging bolt of excitement in my loins.
I looked at her, my eyes shining, and offered it to her but she shook her head.
"You put it in, slave," she said, using the word for the first time.
I shivered, then placed the thing against my anus, twisting it
from side to side as I worked it inside. I winced a little at the
pain as my asshole was forced wider and wider. I had to clench my
teeth to get the fat end inside, but once it was there I sighed in
relief as my asshole closed, only the soft "tail" sticking out.
I looked at myself in a mirror, incredibly aroused as I saw the
lovely tail sticking out of my asshole and falling down between my
legs. It wasn't too long that it would get in the way, being about
eight inches long or so, and it fluffed out very nicely.
I crawled around on all fours as Carol watched excitedly. She
fetched her switch from the shelf and began walking along behind
me, slapping my ass now and then. I felt a burst of heat each time
the switch lashed across my buttocks or back.
She "trained" me like I was a dog, having me kneel and sit, and
roll over and heel. She sat down and gestured for me to come
closer, then held her rubber dildo and rubbed it in one hand.
"Suck my cock, slave girl," she ordered. I climbed up over her
right thigh, my hands gripping the dildo as I brought my lips down on the head.
Carol had been kind, she'd flavored it somehow so it tasted like
cherries. I slid my lips up and down on the dildo, taking more and
more of it into my mouth as I wetted it down. Carol slid her
leather gloved hands through my thick blonde hair and stroked my soft skin.
The leather felt strange and erotic as it rubbed across my
swollen breasts and down over my round ass cheeks. Carol looked
down at me with a smile on her face as I bobbed my head up and down
on the dildo, then she pulled me up higher, pulling me right across
her lap like a small bad child.
I knew what was coming and shivered in anticipation as her soft
leather hands rubbed over my buttocks, then slid down between them
to cup my bare pussy mound. She stroked my pussy with a soft touch
as I twitched and whined in anxious desire.
"Hot little slut, aren't you?" she cooed, pulling her hand away
and holding it in front of my face. The leather glistened wetly
from my cunt juice.
"Lick this, slut," Carol ordered. I pushed my pink tongue out
and began to lick the palm of her gloved hand, revelling in the
taste and the erotic kinkiness of slurping on my own cunt milk.
She pulled it away and resumed her stroking of my body, her hand
moving softly, caressing me, sliding up and down my spine, around
my sides and hips and down over my buttocks, then between my legs,
where she rubbed lightly back and forth over my cunt pad.
"Shaved cunts are so beautiful and soft," she sighed. She dipped
her fingers inside my slit, worming one finger into me as I groaned
and pushed back at her. She thrust it in to the knuckles and pumped
it slowly in and out.
She stroked my ass with her left hand as she added another
finger of her right to my cunt tunnel and pumped both in and out.
She ground them across my clitty as she pumped, stroking downward
at an angle. A groan of pleasure escaped me as I lay across her
lap, and I opened my legs wider.
"Are you a bad girl, slavey?" She purred.
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped out.
"Should you be punished then?"
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped, "Punish me."
"I will, little slave," she promised.
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