Sorority Sex Slave
Part Six
Carol came home just as I was finishing putting away her
laundry. Of course she asked me how my day was and I told her about
the two girls fucking me. She scowled at me, saying I was her slave
and wasn't allowed to fuck anyone unless she told me to.
I thought that was kind of unfair, since the girls hadn't even
asked me whether I wanted to fuck them or not, but Carol wouldn't
accept any excuses. She made me bend over, this time with my legs
straight and tight together, my arms wrapped around them tightly.
She brought out her switch and began lashing my upturned ass
cheeks, the switch criss-crossing the sore red buttocks again and
again as she sought to flay every square inch of flesh. After
twenty or thirty lashes she put down the switch and took up her
cane, then began to really beat my sore bottom.
The switching had ached, but had formed a kind of pulsing
numbness over my ass flesh, so the cane, even though it hurt more,
didn't have the affect it would have had she used it first. I
clutched my legs tightly, grinding my fat breasts from side to side
against my thighs as I pressed my head against my knees.
I was panting and groaning, both with pain and excitement.
Again, it was as much the sensuousness of the whole scene that made
me hot as anything else. My mind was spinning with lust even though
she hadn't touched my body, except with her switch and cane.
"All right, Amber, get on your hands and knees," she ordered. I
shakingly lowered myself to all fours, looking up at her like a
dog. She moved around behind me and stuffed a thick metal vibrator
into my gaping slit, twisting and turning it until it was buried
within me. Then she moved to the closet and pulled out a ping pong paddle.
"Crawl forward to the foot of the bed," she ordered. I did so
and gripped the bedposts as she snapped the wristcuffs to brackets
there. My chest and belly sagged somewhat as I knelt awkwardly
before the bed, but she didn't complain. Instead she knelt beside me.
She raised the paddle, which I thought was meant for my ass
cheeks, and instead swung it hard against the side of my left
titty. My fat titties was hanging below me like udders, meaty and
soft and vulnerable. The paddle slammed into the side of my boob
with a meaty thwack of noise, followed almost at once by my scream of pain.
I jerked back, but my wrists were locked tightly in front of me.
My titty burned with pain as it was smashed sideways into the other
one, then it wobbled and jiggled and bounced before it settled into place again.
"Shut up and stay still!" she snapped, whipping the paddle down
against my titty again, then again, then again, spanking my aching
tit mound with a flurry of blows that made it bounce and jerk wildly.
I clenched my teeth tightly, sweat streaming down my face as I
fought against the agony in my burning tit sack. Carol halted,
stepped across me, then knelt and began paddling my right titty,
smacking and cracking the paddle down again and again, changing
angles and directions often.
I closed my eyes, whimpering and moaning as the heat rose in my
chest. Carol lay the paddle flat on the floor beneath me, then
began smacking it straight up into my titties, first one, then the
other, mashing and slapping the sore meaty melons as I began
yelping and grunting in pain, no longer able to suppress it.
She stopped finally, and I fell, or would have fallen, but for
my bound wrists. As it was I hung from the bedposts, my aching
chest pressed against the footboard while the rest of my body
trembled and jerked on the floor.
Carol stripped naked, then freed my wrists from the bed. She
dragged me across the room by the ankle, my wounded titties
scraping across the rug as I yelped and cried in pain. I rolled
over onto my back to take some of the pain off my titties and saw
her drag a chair over, placing it right next to me.
I watches as she fetched a long chain and stood on her toes to
slip it through a round metal bracket fixed to the roof. She moved
the chair a couple of feet and again stood up on it to fix another
long chain through a similar bracket six feet to one side of the other.
In spite of the pain in my titties I became excited all over
again because I knew what she was doing, she was going to hang me
from the chains, and I thought that was a fantastically erotic
thing. I was eager for it as she moved the chair away and bent over
me with one of the chains.
But instead of fixing it to my wrist cuff she snapped it to one
of my ankle cuffs. She fixed the second chain to the other ankle,
then pulled them down until all the slack was out of the chains.
"Raise your legs," she ordered. I raised my legs straight up,
and she pulled more slack tight in the chains.
"Stand up on your head, Amber," she ordered. That wasn't
something I'd ever done, but I tried, and with her pulling on the
chains, taking up the slack every time my feet rose a little, it
proved fairly easy to raise myself up so I was, not on my head, but on my hands.
My arms were straight down below me, holding me off the floor,
while the chains held tight to my ankles, keeping me from falling
over to one side. The chains pulled my ankles apart as well as up,
pulling them further apart the higher I pushed myself.
Carol walked to the wall and slid both chains through another
bracket, one I hadn't noticed before, then she braced her foot
against the wall and pulled hard. I gasped as my hands left the
floor. Carol pulled me up only a foot or so higher, then locked the
chain in place somehow.
I was left hanging by my ankles, my legs wide apart and my hands
hanging straight down below me. Carol came over to me and pulled my
arms up behind my back, then locked them together there. I moaned
in excitement. I felt so slutty and erotic and carnal, so sexually
vulnerable to her every whim
I still had the vibrator in my snatch. I had been gripping it
tightly until Carol had raised me upside down but now gravity kept
it inside me, happily chewing and buzzing at my cunt flesh. My
body buzzed in sympathy and my belly fluttered in anticipation.
Carol stepped in front of me and I discovered that my head was
at the exact level of her crotch. She rubbed her pussy into my face
and I began to lick and suck on her slit as she did the same to
mine. She pumped the vibrator slowly in and out of my fuck tunnel
as I whimpered and sucked at her cunt, working my tongue inside her.
I concentrated on her clitty as my tongue pushed between her
cunt lips, slurping and lapping at the little fuck button as my own
pussy burned with desperate pleasure.
Carol's hands rubbed over my buttocks as she sucked on my clit
and pumped the vibrator. I began to shake helplessly, finding it
more and more difficult to concentrate on her clitty. Then I came,
grunting furiously as a storm of sexual heat ripped along my spine,
churning up my guts and chest with its ferocious onslaught of intense pleasure.
Carol gripped my head in both hands and squeezed it tightly
between her thighs as she humped into me. She groaned in pleasure,
mashing my face into her burning wet fuck mound, rubbing herself
against me too fast for me to work my tongue against her.
She gave a moan of satisfaction and stumbled back, sitting on
her bed. She lay back for a long minute, then sighed and got up,
going to her closet and dressing. She went out, leaving me hanging
there without a word. My head was aching from the rush of blood
down to it. I'd been able to ignore that in my heat but it was no
starting to throb painfully.
I waited, hoping she would be back quickly, that she was just
going to the bathroom or something. I kept looking at the clock on
her night table, watching the minutes drift by. After a few minutes
my pussy began to heat up again because of the vibrator inside it.
I squeezed repeatedly on my cunt muscles, wishing the vibrator
could pump in and out, and wishing I could grind my thighs together.
Unfortunately, I could do nothing, and with no direct contact
with my clitty, the vibrator couldn't make me cum. Instead it kept
me in an extended state of hypersexual excitement, my loins burning
with need, but without the contact on my clitty it needed to
explode and relieve the agonizing high pressure building inside me.
An hour passed, then two. The door opened finally, but it wasn't
her that came in, but another of the sisters.
She looked surprised to see me, but then smiled in excited
pleasure. She closed the door behind her, and came into the room, stopping before me.
"What are you doing, Pledge?" she asked.
"No... nothing, si... sister," I gasped. She slid her hand onto
my pussy and rubbed it softly, then pulled her hand up.
"You're soaking wet, pledge," she grinned, "Or should I say, slave girl?"
She gripped the tip of the vibrator and eased it slowly up my
cunt pipe. I whimpered and panted furiously as the vibrator slid
across my clit, my pulse rate shooting upwards.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHH!" I gasped, "Oh Yes!"
"Certainly are a hot little thing, aren't you?" She purred. She
pulled the vibrator completely out of my slit and left my gaping,
drooling cunt cleft completely alone, instead lowering her panties
and pressing her own snatch against my mouth.
"Suck me, slave," she demanded.
"Ye... ye... ye... yes, si... sister," I whimpered, pushing my
shaking tongue out and licking all around her cunt mound,
moistening her pussy hair as I lapped again and again at her cunt
opening. She slid her hands up and down my legs and thighs, but
didn't touch my slit. Two or three seconds hard rubbing on my clit
would have set me off but she wouldn't do it.
Instead she slid her hands up and down my sides and hips, her
hands gliding lightly until they reached my head, then she gripped
my thick blonde hair and used it as a leash, jerking my head
forward and up into her snatch.
She ground herself down on my face as I slurped desperately on
her cunt slit, sucking out thick gooey fuck milk as she humped herself into me.
She grunted and sighed in pleasure as she rode my face, twisting
and pulling my hair whenever I didn't lick aggressively enough. It
took long minutes of licking to bring her off, and then all she did
was pull up her pants, shove the vibrator deep into my snatch
again, and wave goodbye as she left.
She must have passed word around of what was in Carol's room,
because another girl came in a few minutes later, and again removed
her panties and made me suck her. Another girl came in before I'd
even finished her and watched with a smirk on her face.
She took her place over my face as soon as the other one moved
back. When I finished sucking her there were four more girl waiting
in the room. Each took her turn on my face, grunting and sighing as
they pulled at my hair and mashed their crotches into my mouth.
Their hands stroked across my body, but refused to touch my
crotch, or the vibrator purring inside me. One girl squeezed my
aching titties hard, digging her nails into the soft meat, but
didn't do it long enough to push me over the edge.
I was half delirious with sexual exhaustion, having been near
the peak of a sexual high for hours and never crossed. My body was
burning with lust and demanding an orgasm, yet I could do nothing
to bring it about. And then Carol was there, glaring at me as I
sucked off the seventh or eighth girl and she left.
"I thought I told you you weren't to fuck with anyone without my
permission you dirty little slut!" she snarled.
"Mi... Mistress," I moaned, "Mis... mis... missssstreeeeessss..."
I had been upside down so long that my head felt like a
cantaloupe. I thought it might burst from all the blood that had
fallen to it over the past several hours. I had a terrible headache
that was almost, but not quite able to take my mind off the aching need in my groin.
"Filthy little animal," she said. She went to the closet and
pulled out a long thick belt, doubling it and slapping one of her
hands lightly. I moaned weakly, wanting her to suck my pussy again,
but instead she raised the belt high and slashed it down directly
onto my pussy mound.
I screamed feeling both the jolt of agony and the searing bolt
of exquisite pleasure, my cunt willing to accept any kind of
stimulation at this point to get me off. Even without the vibrator
I think my clitty would have been buzzing and vibrating with need.
She swung the belt down again and it slapped firmly against my
crotch, striking both my clitty and asshole. I screamed again, the
scream turning into a gurgling moan of pleasure as the blast of
sexual heat grew inside me. Again the belt lashed against my cunt,
and again there was the dual explosion of pain and pleasure.
She slashed it down a fourth time and I came, my entire body
going nova, turning inside out, my head exploding in a mass of
blaring crackling overheated nerve synopses. I howled and screamed
and wailed in manacle glee, so much so that she quickly stuffed a
gag into my mouth.
I shook frantically, my body twisting and turning on the chains
like a fish on the end of a hook. My belly and cunt were streaming
heat like a volcano, and I wondered she wasn't cooked by it as she
stood beside me, slashing the belt down on my cunt as fast as her
arm would move.
The agony was more wonderful than anything I could describe, the
orgasm hotter, deeper, more all possessing than any that had come
before it. My head, already throbbing and pulsing with the terrible
pressure of the blood inside it, couldn't cope and after long
seconds of twisting and thrashing I blanked out.
Carol used smelling salts to bring me back, though I was at
best, half conscious as she pulled on the chains and raised me
higher and higher. The higher I got the wider the chains pulled my
legs, until, as I neared the roof, my legs were being ripped apart
in opposite directions so that I was doing the splits, way up near the roof.
She tied off the chains and left me like that as she left the
room. I was only partly conscious and aware only of the deep,
wonderful warmth in my body. It was long minutes before the sharp
aching in my thighs seeped through to my mind, and more minutes
before I was aware of where I was and what I was doing there.
Other girls came into the room every little while, but seemed
disappointed to find me out of reach. A few gave tentative pulls on
the chains, but Carol had locked them in place and taken the key,
so all they could do was shrug and leave.
Finally Carol came back for me, and lowered me towards the
floor. She eased my quivering body down until my head was almost
touching the rug, then locked the chains in place again.
She moved away and then returned wearing a strap-on dildo. Her
crotch was now the same height as mine and she had no difficulty
sliding the vibrator, now almost dead, out of my steaming snatch
and easing the thick black dildo down into me.
I groaned as the dildo pushed into my snatch. Unlike the
vibrator it was not slick metal but skin-like rubber, designed to
rub across pussy flesh. Carol buried the long, thick dildo in my
burning belly, then gripped my buttocks for leverage as she began to fuck me.
I was still hot, in a seemingly permanent state of sexual lust,
even after the powerful orgasm I'd undergone, and her pumping
quickly reignited my steaming fuck pad and set it into quivering
spasms of pleasure. She fucked hard and steady, using the full
length of the dildo to pound into my cunt pipe.
I came furiously, then again, then yet again, whimpering and
moaning and crying, actually sobbing as the cums ripped through me
one after the other. My head was in a daze from being upside down
all these hours and the cums did nothing to restore my dazed thinking processes.
I think I must have been practically delirious because I
remember little beyond this point, other than terrible pleasure,
orgasms upon orgasms in a seemingly never ending parade until I
lost consciousness entirely.
I should say at this point that I was far from an ordinary new
pledge. There were ten pledges now, the original five being added
to by an identical ceremony a few days later, and only Allison and
I were slave girls. Even two were a high number, sometimes no
slaves were found in a year. Dog wasn't a slave, or at least, not
a dorm slave. She was the personal property of Ginny, and under
only her orders.
As I said, I had always loved and found bondage exciting and
arousing. Coming here I had realized a similar excitement for pain,
at least, pain in a sexual context. I don't know why that should
be, what it was within myself that so responded to such punishment
and torment, but it was powerful and beyond my control, even if I'd
wanted to control it, which I didn't.
I loved it all, even the degradation and verbal abuse, the
humiliating submissiveness to other girls and women my own age, the
exposing of my very self, my flesh and mind and consciousness to
them for their abuse and ill treatment.
While the other girls, the new pledges, underwent their final
initiation, I was kept enchained, buried in the bottom of a box in
Carol's bedroom. I was initiated in a separate ritual the next
evening, attended by all the sisters, and several honourary guests,
including several graduates and teachers.
Allison and I were led into the room naked, and without anything
on, not even the leather cuffs. Allison's hair was a small stubble,
just beginning to cover her scalp. It would take it a while since
the hair was so light.
We knelt, then prostrated ourselves in front of Sissy, who stood
before a giant emblem of the sorority. All the other sisters and
guests were gathered around us watching. My heart was pounding as
I knelt proudly, knowing all of them lusted after my naked body.
"We are here," Sissy spoke," not to initiate these two, for
initiation bespeaks acceptance, the passing of an obstacle followed
by reception into our ranks. These two are not to be received, but
tolerated only, for they are lower than all other forms of life
upon the earth, lower even than pledges, lower than the cockroaches
in the gutters or slugs in the earth... the are slaves."
"Slaves," the others chanted.
"A slave has no identity, no personality, no will. It has no
possessions and no rights, it is suffered to live only by the
greatest of generosity. To repay that generosity, it must obey."
"Obey!" the others chanted.
"The only mission of the slave is to obey,"
'Obey!" they chanted.
"The only thought in a slave's mind is to obey."
"Obey!"
"A slave is not a person, nor even a creature, but a thing, a
tool or instrument or device. And yet, unlike these other things
which were created as they are and have no conscious thought, the
slave chose to be what it is and so we hold it in contempt."
"Contempt!"
"It is a vile, low thing to be treated with disdain. No
insolence is accepted, no hesitation at any order is to be
tolerated, no lack of respect, endured. Any resistance, any
refusal, any impudence or deficiency, will be punished."
"Punished!"
"Punished," she repeated.
"Punished," they all cried.
"You," she said, looking at me for the first time, "Are a
filthy, evil slut, a whore who's brains lie in her cunt, who's
existence is devoted to her own pleasure. You have no pride, no
dignity, and no self-respect. You are a disgrace and an insult to
all of womanhood. You are cast out."
"Cast out!"
"You become property, a mere possession of this chapter, to do with as we see fit even unto death."
"Unto death."
"You are a cock swallowing fuck hole, a toy built for pleasuring
men. We have seen your filthy desire, the hunger of your hole to be
filled, the desperation to swallow anything put in its reach. But
you are ours, and we will use you as we see fit... Slave."
"Slave!" they all chanted. I hung my head, both humiliated and
excited, mortified and aroused, humiliated and exquisitely stimulated.
"Crawl forward, slave, on your belly," she ordered. I did so,
dragging myself across the cold stone until I was just in front of her.
"Kneel, slave." I knelt, my back straight, head low.
"Receive then, the tokens of your servitude."
She took a heavy collar, made of rough metal and pulled it
around my throat. Another girl leaned forward and locked it in
place. My arms were lifted high above my head and thick shackles
locked around my wrists. Shackles were locked to my ankles as well,
and a chain with many rings was locked around my waist.
A hooded girl brought forth a thick chain and Sissy took it, holding it in the air.
"Servitude," she cried.
"Servitude," the others chanted. Sissy held it to the two
sisters, who locked it to the shackles on my wrists.
"Obedience," Sissy cried, holding another thick chain aloft.
"Obedience," the others said, as the chains were fastened to the
shackles on my ankles. All four chains were then pulled together
and locked together to the front of the chain around my waist.
Sissy spun me around, gripping my hair and pulling it back and
down sharply, making me cry out as my chest was thrust out at the assembled women.
"Slave!" she cried.
"Slave!" the others cried back. Sissy shoved me hard and I
stumbled on the chains, falling to the stone floor in front of the sisters.
Switches were suddenly raised, a forest of them, and the sisters
surrounded me as I lay there, whimpering. Then they all slashed
down at me, a whirling hurricane of angry wooden pain cracking and
whipping and snapping against every inch of my body. I screamed in
pain and fear, rolling over and over and over, trying to protect
myself as the switches cut into my ass and legs and cunt and tits
and face and back and arms and feet and everywhere else.
Unshod feet kicked at me, in the belly, the tits, the crotch,
and even in the face. Several bent forward to sink their fists into
my belly or crotch or breasts. drew myself into trembling ball and
moaned and wept until they finally were done with me and drew back.
I lay there weeping, whimpering, shaking with fear and pain, my body covered in bruises and cuts.
Then I felt a wetness strike my cheek, then another then many
more as though it were raining. I blinked my eyes as I realized the
sisters were all spitting on me, repeatedly. I groaned and tried to
at least cover my face. Then a chain was snapped onto the back of
my collar and I was dragged across the floor to the wall. The chain
was fastened against the wall, forcing me to sit back against it.
They spit again and again, then one of the sisters raised her
robe and squatted over me. A stream of piss poured down onto my
head and face as I wept in misery. More girls drew up around me and
one at a time, released their bladder on my shaking body.
I couldn't even cover my face since the chains linking my wrists
to the belt were too short. I was soon soaking with piss from head
to foot, my hair plastered against my scalp by it.
A switch slashed across my face and I cried out in pain.
"Open your mouth slave!" a voice snarled, not for the first
time. I hadn't really noticed the other order. I dazedly parted my
lips, opening my mouth wide as another sister squatted over me and
let her piss stream down onto my face.
Piss poured into my mouth and flooded out without my swallowing.
I moaned, my head falling back against the wall. I looked up
through bleary eyes and saw Emma squat over me, her eyes excited as
she hiked up her robe. Then she pissed down on me, concentrating on my mouth.
I groaned again, then began to swallow as a terrible thirst
overcame me. She pissed for long seconds, until she was empty, then
pulled back. Sissy stepped forward again, sneering down at me.
"Raise your legs, slave and draw them back," she ordered.
Dazedly, I drew my knees up to my chest, spreading my legs apart
as I slumped in the chains. She held a long pole in her arms, the
end rounded. It was very thick. She held it against my crotch and
then thrust hard. I screamed as the immensely thick instrument
punched against my cunt entrance, mashed my lips aside and tried to pierce my body.
She ground it from side to side, twisting the pole as she forced
it into me. I yowled and screamed and whined, wriggling and shaking
and thrashing madly as she forced it into me, inch by slow inch,
prying my cunt lips wide, bloating out my cunt pipe wider than it
had ever been before. An inch, then two, then five, then ten, and
stills he pushed down, spearing me with the immense pole, slipping
another inch, then another, then another into my tortured fuck tunnel.
I came.
My whole brain, my very existence flashed into overload and I
became a quivering, trembling, grunting thing jammed into the
corner. I made strange, guttural noises as my body flopped and
shook. The whole group of them gathered around me as Sissy began to
pump the pope in my fuck pipe, jabbing the tip hard against my
cervix again and again as she plumbed the depths of my fuck pit
with savage force.
I came, screaming. I came, howling. I came, convulsing in agony.
I came, wriggling and flailing insanely.
And then everything went gray. They left me there and returned
to the center of the room, where Allison was now being enslaved. I
remember seeing and hearing the entire ceremony, witnessing as she
was degraded and chained, then beaten and whipped and pissed on,
but I was in a mind blanked state, where I couldn't think anything.
It was like the lights were on, you know, but nobody was home.
And then she was beside me, her collar chained to the same
bracket on the wall mine was linked to, and piss was streaming
against both of us. I felt her turn against me, her piss soaked
flesh pressing against mine. She kissed me, and automatically, I
opened my mouth to return it.
Our tongue roved together as we kissed hungrily, our hands
squeezing and caressing each other's breasts, fingers thrusting
into each other's cunts. Piss and spit poured down on us as we made
love, chained there to the wall, our bodies writhing together.
I came again.
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