Sigma Epsilon Xi

Chapter 12: Wednesday Evening

 

            The other pledges had already arrived and each was daintily sitting on her seat.  Samantha moved to her seat at the end of the row, noticing that the phallus was missing, which made good sense since the eggs were still embedded in each pledge.  Sam took her seat and immediately felt the egg inside her begin to vibrate.  She caught a glimpse of Mistress Tami glancing in her direction with a smile.

            It was Mistress Nicole who first stood and greeted the pledges, her soft features and dark brown hair oddly in contrast to the seemingly cruel persona of a dominatrix.

            “Ladies, I want to congratulate all of you for enduring the last twenty four hours.  I would like to especially commend Ally, since the sorority recorded that she was shocked fifteen times.”  There was a slight scattering of applause as everyone looked at the blonde haired pledge at the end of the row opposite Samantha.

            Nicole continued.  “Tonight’s ordeal you will be separated from your fellow pledges and will accompany your Mistress and Sister.  Depending on the interests and desires of your elder sisters, you will be subjected to unimaginable torments, all designed to test your mettle, to see if you are worthy.”

            Sam glanced over at Kristen, who was sitting still in her seat, trying not to move too much.  It was obvious that the punishment harness she was wearing was more than uncomfortable. 

            “For those of you who are wondering if you will be allowed to remove the eggs, my response must be that it will be up to your Mistress.”  Nicole finished.  With a nod, she stepped back and the meeting began to break up.  Samantha sat for a moment until both Tami and Kristen approached her.

            “Stand up pledge.”  Kristen said, a step behind Tami.  Samantha rose to her feet, her body, despite the previous torments, still struggled to respond to the vibrations of the egg.  Mistress Tami gave her a knowingly look and then shook her head.

            “I want both of you to follow me.”  She ordered.  Samantha looked at Kristen, who shrugged her shoulders, obviously in the dark as to Tami’s intentions.  Together, the two girls, one naked, one clothed, both tormented, followed the gorgeous Senior girl out of the meeting room and down the hall.  It only took Samantha a few seconds to realize where they were going, and her throat closed up.

            Kristen was surprised as Tami stopped at the door to the basement dungeon.  Never having been a fan of Mistress Calli’s darker desires, the dungeon had fallen into disuse, until Samantha had begged to be shown the cruel implements in its depth.  The door creaked open and Mistress Tami flicked on the light, illuminating but not brightening the cool room.

            They descended in silence until they reached the main floor.  Samantha saw that of the many torture devices positioned around the room, only the three that Kristen had shown her were uncovered.  The wooden saw horse, its cut and sanded edge positioned straight up, the “T” shaped bench that Samantha herself had been spread on, and the standing door frame rack were still prominent.

            “Sister Kristen,” began Tami “please remove your clothing with the exception of the harness and place yourself in position on the frame.”  Tami pointed at the device that Kristen had explained the use of during the last time Samantha had toured the room.

            Kristen swallowed but immediately complied.  In moments, her body was exposed, her shaved slit slightly wet.  Her only covering was the black bra, which seemed to tight.  Kristen began to walk forward when Samantha stepped out and turned to Tami.

            “Mistress!  Please, I’m sorry that I tempted Tami.”  Samantha’s words rushed out.  “Please, Mistress I would like to accept her punishment.”  Kristen’s eyes widened.

            Tami looked on in interest.  “That’s an interesting offer, pledge.  However, since I was going to punish you as well, I think that it is quite impossible.”

            “Oh please!  I’ll take her punishment and then my own!  Please Mistress?”  Sam pleaded.

            Tami shook her head.  “Part of her punishment, Samantha, will be to watch you.”  Tami nodded at Kristen.  “Assume the position, Sister.”

            Kristen, who had dared to hope for just a moment, bit her lip and stepped into the frame.  The two ropes crossing at breast height were still loose and in moments Tami had begun to secure the pretty junior girl, her wrists and ankles bound directly to the frame.  A wooden crossbar behind her back prevented her from pulling away as the ropes were spread, one above and one below her breasts.  Two metal slides were pushed inward until they touched the outside edge of each leather covered breast.

            “Samantha.  If you please, I would like you to crank the wheel which will tighten the ropes.”  Tami said, indicating the twisting wheel at the side of the frame.

            Sam stepped forward, looking at Kristen in desire, yet sorrow.  With the first turn Kristen hissed, arching her hips forward as the thick hemp tightened around her breasts, forcing the tiny pins of the harness deeper into the skin.  Samantha continued to turn the wheel until Kristen let out a tiny sob, her breasts squeezed into a hemp mashed mess.

            Once more Tami stepped forward, but this time she held a long pole with was fitted with a large headed massager.  With a quick adjustment, she slid the pole into a predrilled hole directly beneath Kristen’s dripping sex.  The large bulbous head pressed hard against Kristen’s clit and in the supreme act of cruelty, Tami set the massager on low.  The soft buzzing sound filled the room and Kristen began an odd twisting dance as her clit was stimulated.  She tugged painfully against her bonds, her breasts caught tight.

            Mistress Tami stood back to admire Kristen for just a moment before moving off to one corner of the room.  A large object on wheels stood under another white cloth and Sam watched as Tami began rolling it forward toward the breast binding frame.  It took Kristen a moment to realize what was under the cloth and she began blubbering.

            “Oh God, no Tami!  You can’t do that to her! Please not the grinder!”  Kristen said, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

            For a moment, Samantha felt frightened, but she remembered Kristen telling her that she had been tormented on every machine in the basement.  If Kristen could endure it then she could.  Samantha turned and face Mistress Tami resolutely, totally prepared for her torment.

            Tami stopped in front of Kristen and drew back the cloth.  To Samantha’s surprise, it was just a leather clad bench, as long as the human body.  On one end was a specially separate pad, to allow the face of a person to rest directly downward without restricting breathing.  There were some odd things however.  Under the padded bench was a large enclosed box.  A mess of mechanical gears were mounted to the side of the box and Sam noticed a bicycle chain running out of the enclosed area to the gears.  Tami walked to the rear of the bench, which also had some sort of mechanical item, and pulled a long extension cord outward, stretching it until it reached a receptacle in the far wall.

            “Come here, Samantha”  Tami said, patting the bench pad.  Samantha stepped forward, her heart hammering.  Kristen had called it the Grinder, but Sam had no clue as to what that meant. 

            “Lay face down on the pad, Samantha.”  Tami ordered.  Samantha didn’t hesitate but quickly mounted the bench, feeling the soft cool leather under her body from chin to toe.  Her cheek bones pressed against the soft pads of the face support and as she wiggled slightly to get comfortable, Tami grabbed her left wrist and began binding it to the bench.  Samantha, now totally used to being secured, didn’t respond as each arm was manacled reducing her ability to move.   There was a click and Sam strained her neck, only to see Tami inserting two large metal rods into the base of the bench.  They extended outward near her feet for almost a yard in either direction, the ends holding a thick metal D clip. 

Samantha felt Tami place leather cuffs around each ankle and then her legs were parted, clipped to the extended metal rods.  But it was the two thick leather belts that were unexpected.  The first was clasped directly over her shoulder blades while the second went across the meaty flesh of her bottom.  Testing the restraints, Samantha discovered that her range of movement was restricted to a few head twists and the wiggling of her fingers and toes.

            She turned her head, gazing over at Kristen, who stood hanging in the doorframe, breasts aching as the massager continued its unholy torment.  Sam sighed in longing, wondering what Kristen was experiencing.  It wasn’t until Mistress Tami stepped forward and fiddled under the bench that Sam brought her attention back to what was happening.

            Samantha felt the leather pad directly under her breasts fall away, letting the soft large melons of her bosom drop downward, dangling underneath her through the now open section.  There was more clicking and Sam watched as Tami seemed to lock in a strange looking cylinder to a shaft.  It was covered in wispy white fur and Samantha longed to reach out and touch it.

            But as Tami finished her adjustments, the cylinder moved out of Samantha’s view.  It was only a moment before her body registered a new sensation coming directly from the tips of each breast: the soft caress of the white fur.  There was an electric hum and suddenly the fur began to move, a slow spin of the fur covered cylinder that spun against each nipple.

            Samantha let out a moan, closing her eyes as the delicious sensation flooded her breasts.  Never before had she been caressed by such texture, so soft and silky.  Pressing down, she tried to push more of her breast into the rotating cylinder.

            But Tami wasn’t finished.  The tall senior girl had moved to the end of the table and was pulling out a collapsible arm that was attached to the underside of the padded top.  In moments a large oddly lumped dildo was attached and it began to spin madly, the tiny electric motor on the end of the arm churning the sex toy devilishly. Tami squirted a little bit of lubricant on the tip.  Sam quivered as Tami’s fingers delved deep into her sex, pulling out the evil vibrating egg, tossing it down on the floor where it buzzed a moment before turning off.

            Samantha sighed in relief, experiencing the silence and stillness for the first time in ages.  It had been in so long that she had almost gotten used to it.  She twisted around trying to see what Tami was doing, but the Senior girl was out of sight at the back of the table, fiddling with the mechanical arm and dildo.

Sam heard it before feeling it, and she would have jumped had her body not been secured.  Her toes curled and she trembled as the tip touched the soft petals of her sex, swirling against the flesh like a drill.  Tami pushed it inward, not deep, but with only enough penetration to fill Sam an inch.  The lumpy warped dildo shook the mounting rod as it pushed against the sides of Sam’s pussy.

            Sam groaned.  The strange shape of the dildo rubbed at her in different ways, exciting her.  She tried to move her body, to sink the dildo in deeper, but the straps held her tight.  Tami moved around to her side, reaching under the bench.  There was a strange hum and then Sam gasped.  The fur covered cylinder began to spin faster, rubbing her already tantalized breasts softly but incessantly.  It was as if someone was lightly stroking her nipples, never ceasing.

            Mistress Tami moved away, leaving Samantha to endure the soft sexual torments of the Grinder, and approached Kristen, who still stood in the Breast Binder.  Taking a leather sap into her hand she stepped up, swinging it quickly against Kristen’s right breast, smashing the already taut and tormented harness encased flesh.

            Kristen didn’t whimper, she screamed; a long besieged cry that even caused Samantha to look up.  The blond junior trembled in her bindings, tears streaming down her cheeks.

            “I’m deeply disappointed in you, Kristen.”  Mistress Tami said, stepping around the back side of the Breast Binder.  “You’re treatment of Samantha, a mere pledge, has been abominable.  I did some asking around while you two were cleaning up, and your stripping her on the deck, your punishment phallus bondage, and even some of your humiliation tactics have been over the top.”  Tami swung the sap again, giving

one buttock a bright red square imprint.  Kristen let out another gasp, her bottom clenching against the radiating pain.

            “The things you have done to her easily would have discouraged another pledge.  If Samantha hadn’t been inclined toward pain and humiliation, this could have had serious repercussions.”  Mistress Tami had walked all the way around Kristen and let loose another strike of the sap, but this time on her left breast, eliciting another tender cry of pain from the bound junior.

            Kristen ground her teeth together, hissing as she felt the painful throbbing of her breasts.  “She asked me too do it too her.”  Kristen said.

            Tami’s eyes widened.  “She did?  And that matters how?  We are the dominant ones!  We are the ones in control!  We move things along at the proper speed!  If you sensed special needs in Samantha you should have informed me, not taken advantage of them to fulfill your own needs!”  Tami stepped away and shook her head.  “I sense in you the same desires as Mistress Calli.  I would have thought that last year’s torments we both endured would have culled your more sadistic tendencies.”

            Mistress Tami moved back to Samantha, running her fingers along the beautiful skin of Sam’s back and bottom, tickling her slightly.  Samantha’s body was tense, her muscles pulling tightly against the bench.  The continuous rubbing of her breasts and the one inch penetration had quickly brought her back to the same sexual levels the vibrating egg had.  Tingling, Samantha moaned as Tami came to the front of the bench. 

            There was a click and Sam felt the soft fur covered roller move away from her breasts.  She could see it through the tiny slit in the bench pads where her nose was buried.  Tami removed the whole cylinder, storing it farther back under the bench.  There was more noise and Sam watched as a new cylinder was fitted, this one an odd rubbery looking contraption.  Spread all over the roller were tiny one inch long rubber tentacles that looked oddly like the popular puff balls popular with kids.

            Sam tensed for just a moment as the cylinder was pushed up into place with a click.  The motor started again and Sam moaned as the roller began to spin.  Each little tentacle seemed to cling to Sam’s nipples, dragging themselves over the fleshy bump only to spin around and do it again.  The constant tugging and soft rubbing suddenly became too much for Sam and she began thrashing in her bonds.

            “There are no safe words, Samantha.”  Tami said.  “You still have the right to quit the sorority, Sam.  But I want you to stay.  You belong here with us.  You are beautiful, but you are only just beginning to explore your sexuality.”  Tami looked at Kristen meaningfully.  “If you stay, I can assure you that both Kristen and I will torment you.  My personal needs are easy to meet, but it seems Kristen has developed more exotic tastes.  You need to understand that if you stay, I suspect you will be down here more often than not.”  Tami patted Samantha on the bottom.  Sam began to whimper.  Mistress Tami’s voice was soft and gentle, but the incessant tugging at her all ready sensitive nipples was almost too much to bear. 

            “Do you want to quit the sorority, Samantha?”  Asked Tami.

            “NO!”  Sam said loudly, still shaking, tiny tremors racing up and down her body.

            “Then I want you to let me torture you, Samantha.  I want the next forty minutes to be mine, with no chance of release.  No safe words, no quitting.  I want to show you what Kristen is going to do to you, what Mistress Calli did to myself, and to Kristen.  Will you let me do that?” 

            Sam looked up, lifting her head.  Her body felt the torments of the roller and the spinning dildo and she gazed into Mistress Tami’s eyes.  “Torture me like you were tortured, Mistress.  Do to me what Calli did to you.  I want it.”  Sam’s face was taut and Mistress Tami smiled.

            “That was what I hoped for, pledge.”  Mistress Tami said.  She leaned forward and planted a tiny kiss on Samantha’s cheek before the sophomore girl once more lowered her head to the cheek rests.  Kristen watched, still in sexually agony.  Her position provided a clear view of the clinging tentacles tugging at Samantha’s breast.  Tami once more went to the rear of the table.  With clinical detachment, Tami quickly moved the dildo another inch into Samantha.  There was a gasp and a tiny cry as the lopsided dildo twisted inside the bound girl like a corkscrew.

            For Samantha, the never ceasing movements of both the corkscrew dildo and the cylinder under her breasts, quickly became the worst sexual torment she had ever endured.  The stimulation was intense, but not enough to rock her over into the orgasmic climax that had so frequently reared its head at Kristen’s torture sessions.  It seemed almost as if the Grinder was meant to tantalize, torment, and deny the victim any relief.  Her nipples were by far the worst.  With no natural lubricant of their own, and certainly none applied to the rubber tentacled roller, Sam knew the light pink skin of both breasts would soon become red.  Once more she tried to pull herself upward off the roller, but the leather strap holding her down kept her body against the padded bench, her breasts dangling free beneath her.

            The dildo, while oddly shaped, did not sensitize the walls of her sex.  Her own copious fluids did a fine job of lubricating her deep well.  But still, there was the urge to push back against the dildo, trying to seat it more deeply, and not the measly two inches that Mistress Tami had seen fit to impale within her.

            For several minutes Tami stood and watched, her arms folded in front of her.  Kristen suffered through her own first clitoral orgasm as Sam merely suffered, enduring the continuing rub and spin of both the roller and the dildo.  The soft cries and moans of both tortured sorority girls seemed to echo in the deep recesses of the dungeon basement.

            And then Tami moved back to Samantha, reaching underneath the bench and pulling the rubber tentacle roller away from Sam’s breasts.  Sam sighed in relief, seeming to deflate and settle as Mistress Tami removed the roller and deposited it in the bench.  For a moment, Samantha thought she was finished, the torment over, but Tami brought another cylinder, one with odd patterns of metal inlaid across its surface.  At least it was smooth, Samantha thought.

            Tami quickly attached the metal covered roller but instead of immediately pushing it into place against Samantha’s breasts, she reached back under the bench and pulled out a small squeeze bottle.  With a quick pinch she squirted out a somewhat thick clear fluid that seemed to congeal on the metal cylinder.  With a finger, she began to spread it, coating a liberal amount of the roller with the clear fluid.  Sam could only barely see what Tami was doing, but she certainly felt it when Tami wiped her finger dry on Sam’s breast.

            Then came the cold touch as the roller was clicked into place.  Sam felt the cool but sticky touch of the gel as each nipple was pressed into the top of the cylinder.  There was the tell tale hum and suddenly the metal covered roller began to rotate, much slower than either the fur or rubber tentacled cylinders had.  The sensation was much nicer than the tentacles, but not as soft as the fur.  There seemed to be a little bump as her nipple rode up on the edge of one of the metal plates, and then another as it glided off onto the wood base.  The sensation wasn’t unpleasant and Sam sighed, settling herself to the tiny glides and ridges.

            But then everything changed.  One moment, she could feel the cool wood and then the bump of her left nipple going up onto a metal plate.  The next a powerful shock of electricity pumped into her breast, causing her to tense from head to toe, and eliciting a powerful shriek from her throat.  Kristen shook her head, closing her eyes, not wanting to see or hear Samantha’s torment.  Just as the shock to her left breast ended, her right nipple went up on a plate which delivered another shock.  Sam cried out, her fingers clenching tightly into fists, her head rocking back and forth as the roller slowly spun, alternating the shocks between her right and left breasts.  With every few seconds, Samantha’s entire body jerked ridged against her bonds and Tami went back down between Samantha’s leg, pushing in the corkscrew dildo another inch.

            For several minutes this torture continued until Sam’s breasts felt heavy and hot.  Tami stopped the roller and removed it, her knowing eyes seeing that Sam’s skin was hot and flushed, but not damaged in any way.  Sam’s eyes were closed as she rested, almost ignoring the ever deepening spin of the dildo.  She rested, and thus she didn’t see Tami place a new roller underneath the table.

            When it first touched her dangling nipples, it felt hard and ridged, like a potato chip.  But as the cylinder started to turn, Sam quickly realized that a car mat type texture had been placed underneath each breast.  In moments her already swollen and tender nipples were bumping along, throbbing in protest, as if someone lay under her, flicking their fingers hard against each nipple over and over.

            Tami moved once more to the rear of the bench and then rammed the dildo home.  Samantha grunted and began squealing as her nipples burned and her pussy was stretched in extreme ways.  From the rear, it appeared as if someone was mixing her insides, the lips of her sex extended wide, almost white with stress, as she was churned.  Her body trembled and her toes curled as she used what little freedom she had to pound against the padded bench.

            And then Samantha broke down, pleading.  “Oh GOD!  Please, please Mistress Tami!  I can’t take it anymore! It hurts!  It’s burning!  PLEASE!”  She screamed out loud.  Her tiny fists beat against the leather pads. 

            Suddenly the leather sap Tami had used on Kristen sliced through the air, impacting hard on Samantha’s bottom.  Sam bucked, crying out, and then Tami walloped her again.   Two more slaps and then Samantha stiffened.  Her body began trembling violently and her cries became high pitched.  She let out a long slow moan and then relaxed, falling loosely.

            Tami immediately stopped the motors, yanking the plug out of the wall.  Slowly, she ran her fingers up and down Samantha’s body, soothing the tortured girl.  Sam lay in the afterglow of orgasm, but was conscious of Tami’s caress, which elicited tiny hums of pleasure.  Tami spent only a few minutes massaging Sam’s body before unbuckling the straps and cuffs, finally releasing the sophomore girl.  Samantha rose from the bench and looked down at her breasts. 

            Each nipple was a dark shade of red, but didn’t seem to be damaged.  Though painfully tender to the touch, it wasn’t any worse than sunburn and Samantha probed gently around each areola, testing her skin’s resiliency.

            “Don’t worry Samantha.  Your nipples will be tender for about a day.  I recommend some lotion, and no bra.”

            Samantha looked up at Tami.  “Wouldn’t that just make them rub against my shirt?”  She asked.

            Tami laughed.  “Of course it would.  The discomfort is part of your ordeal as pledge.”

            “Oh.  I didn’t realize.”  Sam replied.  She looked over at Kristen who hung in the Breast Binder, still shaking from the clit massager.  “Are you done with Kristen?”  She asked.

            Tami frowned.  “Sister Kristen, Samantha.  I do notice a disturbing lack of respect in you in titles.  According to Kristen you have over sixty demerits for forgetting the ‘sister’ when addressing her.  Is this correct?”

            Sam nodded.  “Yes Mistress Tami.”

            Tami sighed.  “Well, demerits don’t actually keep you from joining, but I feel sorry for you.  Friday will not be an easy day for you.”  Tami looked over at Kristen who was moaning softly.

            “As for Sister Kristen, you need not worry about her.   She will be spending a little more time down here.”  Tami waved her hand.  “You may go, pledge.  Get your clothing and go rest.  Be back here tomorrow at five.”

            Samantha almost seemed to curtsey.  “Yes, Mistress Tami.”  Sam turned a longing eye toward Kristen.  The bound blonde seemed oblivious to Sam’s penetrating gaze, and Sam let out a small sigh.  Then she turned and quickly ascended the stairs, the sound of a leather sap striking wet and tender flesh followed by high pitched cries following her.

 

Chapter 13 : Thursday Afternoon

 

            Samantha sat at the University Union casually munching away at a Caesar Salad and thumbing through her biology book, her mind not really on the intricate information of life science. For the first time in several days, Samantha had spent not only a night, but an entire morning away from the incessant sexual tortures of Sigma Epsilon Xi.  She had slept like a baby, despite the still tender condition of her nipples, and had even been able to truly concentrate on the morning lectures.

            But a part of her still felt that longing and her mind occasionally drifted back to the events of the previous evening and she found herself remembering certain sensations or certain sounds clearly, as if she were right there, while other things were lost in a fog.

            She didn’t see Kristen until the junior girl was right on top of her, dropping her satchel on the ground with a heavy thump, and gently lowered herself in to the chair opposite the brunette sophomore.

            “Kristen!  Are you okay?”  Samantha said in surprise, having rising, as Kristen put both arms on the table and lowered her head on to her forearms.

            “Yeah.”  Kristen said, her voice muffled and tired.

            Samantha reached out and ran her fingers through Kristen’s hair, rubbing her friend.  She glanced around, making sure no one was close and then leaned in.  “What did Tami do to you?”  She asked, concern in her voice.

            Kristen took a deep breath and then sighed, her head still on her arms.  “Let’s just say that Tami would have made Calli proud last night.”

            Samantha shook her head.  “I wish I could have at least stayed with you.”

            Kristen finally looked up and Sam noticed that her eyes were bloodshot.  “I would have liked that, but Mistress Tami had a few things to discuss with me.”  Kristen sighed again.  “She didn’t like the fact that I took advantage of you.”

            Samantha’s eyes hardened.  “You did not take advantage of me.  I knew exactly what I was doing and if I had wanted you to stop I would have said so.”

            Kristen gave a half hearted attempt at a smile and reached out and took Sam’s hand.  “You’re sweet Samantha.  Mistress Tami felt that I unfairly used the threat of not making the sorority to inflict some rather harsh tortures on you.”  Kristen shook her head.  “And to be honest, the basement tortures are optional.  Members who say no are usually taken at their word.  We don’t want to drive anyone away.   Even Calli respected that.  She knew our limits and never went past them.   I wasn’t sure where your limits were and I took you down there regardless.”

            Samantha gave Kristen’s hand a good squeeze.  “You haven’t reached my limits yet, Sister Kristen.  I’ve enjoyed everything so far.”

            Kristen nodded.  “I know.  And Mistress Tami knows it as well, or she wouldn’t have put you on the Breast Grinder.”

            “Is that what it’s called?”  Samantha’s eyes narrowed.

            “Yep, and you only got a small taste of it.  There are at least five more rollers, including one that is supposed to be refrigerated, and a whole plethora of dildos; each with various shapes and textures.”     

            Sam’s eyes widened and she suddenly imagined a variety of wickedly shaped dildos.  “Worse that the chair phalluses?”  She asked.

            Kristen face took on a heavy look.  “They make the punishment phallus look pleasant.  There is one that looks like one of those cylindrical hairbrushes, you know, the kind with bristles all around?  There is one that delivers electrical shocks.  There’s one that heats up, and there is even one that vibrates, but not like a normal vibrator.  It’s got this huge motor at the base and the damn thing is over two inches thick.  Makes your pussy feel like the epicenter of an earthquake”

            Sam went quiet, her mind imagining the various torments Kristen described.  For her, most of the torture she endured was a blurry fog, with the exception of the orgasm, which still came clear and true.  She gave a wistful sigh and smiled at Kristen.

            Kristen rolled her eyes.  “You want to experience all of it don’t you?”  She asked.

            Samantha shrugged her shoulders.  “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”  She replied.  “But maybe after I’m accepted.”  She grinned.  “I want to try the all those different dildos.”

            For the first time since sitting Kristen laughed.  “You are insatiable, you know that?”  Kristen shook her head, still chuckling. 
            “So what exactly did Tami do to you after I left?  I heard you get hit with the sap, but I didn’t have the guts to hide on the stairs and watch.”

            Kristen nodded.  “I’m glad you didn’t.  If she had caught you, it would have appeared that you were in my thrall.  That wouldn’t be good.”  Kristen let out another sigh.  “No, after you left she gave me a lecture on abuse and limits and failing to honor the house rules of desire.  And of course, after that nice forty minutes of a massager on my clit, she pulled it away and preceded to pussy whip me until my crotch was red.  I’m still sore.”

            Sam just sat and listened. 

            “Then, after the lecture, she paddled my breasts, through the harness.”

            “Oh my God!  No!”  interjected Sam, appalled that Tami would do such a thing.

            Kristen let out a derisive laugh.  She reached up to the collar of her shirt and pulled it down to expose just her cleavage.  Sam gasped when she saw the pattern of red dots all over the top of Kristen’s breast and she knew that those speckles covered the entire bosom.  Kristen released her shirt collar, recovering her chest.

            “Then, she put the massager back in place, turned it on high, and then had the gall to get a vibrator, sit in a chair in front of me, and masturbate.  I got to watch her relieve herself, twice.”

            Sam’s shook her head in amazement.  “Did you come?”  She asked.

            Kristen nodded.  “Yeah, two clitoral orgasms, but those aren’t anywhere as good as regular ones.  My clit is still sore.”

            Sam chuckled.  “You mentioned that already.”

            “Did I?  Well I’ve been moving very gingerly today, rest assured.”

            “So what’s on the agenda tonight?  Are we going to be together as a group?”  She asked.

            Kristen clicked her tongue.  “Tsk tsk, Sam.  You know I can’t really tell you, but I can say we will be all together as a group.  Tonight will be very pleasurable.  No punishments.”

            Sam’s face fell just slightly before she nodded.  “Okay.  Sounds interesting I suppose.”

            Kristen laughed and checked her watch, seeing that her next class was coming up.  “I’ve got to get going, Sam.  I’ll see you at five.”  She said.

            Sam nodded.  “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather see me at three?  You could show me what Tami did to you last night.”  She wiggled her eyebrow.

            Kristen leaned in low.  “Samantha, you are a total pain slut, you know that?  But our early afternoon activities have been curtailed by our elder sister, and I for one, am not planning on putting my pussy on the line.”  Kristen straightened out and swung her satchel over her shoulder, giving Samantha a tiny pat on the shoulder as she walked away.  She never heard Samantha’s last comment.

            “But I’m willing to put mine on the line.”

 

            Samantha’s class had been eerily easy that afternoon and Samantha made it to the sorority house by three twenty.  Stripping off her clothes on the porch came easy and she rang the doorbell with eagerness.

            “Samantha?  You’re here early, aren’t you?”  Asked Desiree, who answered the door.

            Samantha nodded as she entered.  “Yes Sister Desiree.  I know I’m early.  I just was hoping that…” her voice trailed off.

            Desiree looked at her in interest.  “You know that Kristen isn’t here right?”

            Sam looked startled and shook her head.  “No, I didn’t.”  Her voice was filled with disappointment.

            Desiree stared at her for a moment and then reached out a hand.  It came up between Samantha’s legs and felt the heavy moisture of Sam’s sex.  Desiree brought her hand back up and saw it coated with Sam’s juices.  “My my, you are in a fix aren’t you?”  Desiree said.

            Sam was scarlet.  She hadn’t expected Desiree to touch her like that.

            “Follow me, pledge.  We need to cool you off.”  Desiree ordered.

            Samantha followed Desiree down the hall, her heart thumping as the approached the basement door.  She felt a sudden let down, however as Desiree passed it, leading Samantha into the kitchen.  Samantha looked out through the large windows and saw that the back yard was a fenced in courtyard, filled with flowers and trees and concrete benches.

            Desiree opened the back door and together the two girls entered the garden.  Sam merely followed the older girl, through the small paths until they came to a small clearing, deep with in the garden.  In the center of the clearing there was a small metal table, coated with the white plastic normally found on patio furniture.  However there were no chairs.

            Desiree motioned to the table.  “Get up on it and lay on your back, pledge.”      Sam immediately stepped up to the table, twisting around and lifting her bottom up to the edge.  It was extremely secure, and Samantha realized that the base must have been sunk in concrete.  The odd diamond shaped grating of the table top felt good on her bottom and she lay down, staring up at the sky through the leaves of a giant oak tree.

            Desiree stepped away from the table for a moment, and Samantha saw her open a small faux wood patio bench.  In moments, her hands were full and she was returning.  Desiree dropped the ankle and wrist cuffs on the table next to Samantha, but held up a large black colored short phallus that had two straps running from it.

            “Open your mouth, Samantha.”  Desiree said.  Samantha, not sure what was about to happen, followed the order willingly.  Desiree moved forward and deftly pushed the penis gag in to Sam’s open mouth and then began buckling it into place.

            The gag was certainly uncomfortable, filling Sam’s mouth completely.  She couldn’t help but to suck on it, her mouth filling with saliva.  It was just small enough to allow her to swirl her tongue around the tip.  But most importantly, it restricted her vocal capabilities to some loud moans and the occasional muted squeal.

            Desiree lost no time in attaching the ankle and wrist cuffs to Sam’s limbs, and in moments she was secured to the table like a feast.  Sam’s legs were spread unusually wide and Sam felt that Desiree was remembering the “T” shaped bench in Kristen’s dungeon.

            Once more Desiree left Sam’s field of vision, but there was a streaming hiss from one of the bushed and Desiree reappeared holding a garden hose.  On the end of the hose was a plastic garden sprayer, the kind with a multitude of different spray patterns that could direct the water over a wide area, or narrow the stream to a single penetrating beam.  The hose seemed turgid and Sam quivered.

            “Like I said, pledge.  We need to cool you down.”  Desiree pointed the sprayer directly at Samantha’s body and squeezed, sending a wide spray of cold water all over Sam’s body. 

            Sam squealed, shaking.  The water was cold, but not unbearably so, and in a moment she quieted down.  Her eyes were closed to keep the water out, so she didn’t see Desiree change the spray pattern and direct a narrow pounding stream directly at her clit.

            Sam let out a powerful squeal that only came out as a protesting moan, her eyes flying open.  Her body was covered with water droplets and the soft flesh of her sex flapped in the aqua onslaught.  Desiree redirected the water, managing to send the powerful jet up into Sam’s body, filling her deep well with the cold water.  Sam shook, thrashing against the bonds as Desiree alternated between her clit and her bottom, running the stream between her open legs over and over.  Sam’s thighs jumped wildly, but were unable to close due to the severe ankle bindings.  She twisted on the table, but Desiree seemed to be able to anticipate the moves.  At one point she stopped the spray, allowing Sam to calm.  Then, as one hand stroked the sophomore girl, Desiree moved the sprayer up to Sam’s clit, only millimeters away, and then squeezed the sprayer tightly.

            Samantha bucked hard on the table, squealing into the penis gag as her clit was stung hard by the direct stream of water.  It went on for several minutes before Desiree moved the stream back down Samantha’s slit, spraying the tiny button of her bottom.  Samantha lay panting, her body a riot of sensation as Desiree put down the hose and retrieved a large rubber dildo with an odd attachment.

            Desiree once more went to the side of the clearing and Samantha turned to watch as the cute junior girl turned off the water.  Returning, Desiree quickly unscrewed the sprayer and screwed the hose into the bottom of the dildo.  Sam’s eyes widened in alarm as Desiree went to the end of the table and began slipping the head of the dildo along Sam’s already wet and tender slit, until the whole thing began sliding deep.  Sam groaned in pleasure as the thick head went in.  She arched her head as Desiree seemed to tie the dildo hose in, wrapping two thin strands of nylon string around each thigh.

            Samantha began to squeal as Desiree went back to the faucet and then stiffened.  A sudden flood of water seemed to explode out of the base of the dildo, where the hose met it directly, streaming upward to cascade against her clit, her thighs, and her anus.  There even seemed to be a spray inside her, an interior geyser that made her sex begin to pour water.

            Desiree took a step back to admire that gushing sophomore who lay bound to the table.  “Now that’s a pretty awesome sprinkler.” 

            Sam felt her muscles begin to tremble and the first waves of orgasm began to rock her boat.  The rushing combers foamed inside her, building up until she tensed, pulling against her bonds, capsizing in the stormy seas of pleasure.  Samantha let out one long cry, sucking hard on the plastic penis gag, before seeming to collapse, her body streaming rivulets of water down into the grass.

            Desiree turned off the water and made quick work of removing the dildo, coiling the hose back up at the side of the clearing.  Samantha was left to drip dry, the soft sparkling sun bathing her with warmth and light.  Almost an hour later, Desiree returned, this time in the accompaniment of Kristen.

            “So if I couldn’t provide it, you would find someone who could?”  Kristen asked, a hurt expression on her face.  Samantha stared at her, unable to respond because of the gag.  She shook her head.

            Kristen sighed.  “I’m disappointed Sam, but I suppose all this does is prove your slutty nature.”  She turned to Desiree.  “Were you satisfied with her performance?”

            Desiree nodded.  “Oh absolutely, Kris.  Sam is a pleasure to torture.  I could do her any day of the week.  Hey…is it true Mistress Tami had her on the Grinder last night?” Desiree asked.

            Kristen nodded.  “Yeah, almost a full forty minutes.” 

            Desiree sighed.  “I wish I could have seen it.”

            “Maybe next time.” Kristen shrugged.

            Desiree looked down at her watch and then smiled.  “We need to get her untied and clear the garden.  It’s almost four thirty and they’ll be here soon.”  She said to Kristen, who nodded in agreement.  Together, the two junior girls released Samantha, who worked her jaw as the penis gag came out.  But even that discomfort wasn’t enough to dissuade her from asking.

            “Who will be here soon?”

 

Chapter 14:  One Orgasm, Two Orgasm, Three Orgasm, More…

 

            Samantha had been left in Kristen’s room, seated at the desk.  Like the other chairs in the sorority house, this one also had a hole for a phallus and Samantha had slowly impaled herself after Kristen had twisted one of the smooth wooden cocks into place.  Sitting there, waiting for Kristen to fetch her was difficult and Samantha spent several minutes contemplating what she had become.

            It was difficult to understand.  The previous year, when she had been kidnapped by the Waxers, she had felt the first longings of sexual deviance, but never in her mind did she dream that she would be longing for the types of torture and humiliation she had been enduring these last few days.  Involuntarily she bounced on the phallus as she remembered the best of the sexual torments.  She knew that if she stayed and joined the sorority, that these urges she was feeling would be fulfilled, but she also knew that she would fall deeper down the hole of depravity.

            It wasn’t long before Kristen reappeared, motioning Sam to follow her to the meeting room.  Sam rose from the desk chair with a sucking slurp, leaving the wooden cock oiled and glistening.  Padding lightly down the steps in her bare feet, Samantha shivered with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation to the night’s ordeal.  What could Mistress Tami have planned?

            Once more Samantha entered the large conference room of the sorority.  Taking her place at the end of the row of eight girls, she sank down, feeling the dramatic difference in the large plastic vibrator now embedded in the hot pink wet flesh between her legs.  She wiggled slightly, getting used to new toy.  With a self conscious chuckle Sam knew that if anything, the remainder of her life would be spent with some sort of object inside her.

            Unusually, Samantha wasn’t the last to arrive, with Ally and one of the other girls entering just as the clock struck the five o’clock chime.  It seemed all the sorority sisters were present that evening, as the audience watching the eight seated pledges had grown.  Samantha looked around for Kristen and Desiree, but noticed that neither of them were present.  It was Mistress Nicole who stepped forward to address the pledges.

            “Good evening, ladies.  I want to commend all of you for enduring another day of sorority life.  Rest assured that I have been informed that all of you are doing very well, and since there is no limit of open spots and if you each continue as you have, every one of you will be accepted into the sorority.”  There was a slight scattering of applause from the assembled girls as all eight of the pledges smiled, some in relief.

            “Now, all of you have experienced what it is like to be submissive.  And to be honest, that will not change when you are with one of us, nor will it even change as you move up to junior status, though you will be allowed to dominate next year’s initiates.”  Nicole said, smiling.

            “But tonight you will be tested on your willingness to dominate, to torment, torture, and abuse sexually a submissive yourself.”  Mistress Nicole looked toward the door where Kristen had stuck her head in.  With a nod, Kristen turned and began pulling something into the room.

            Samantha opened her eyes in surprise.  Both Kristen and Desiree were pulling large wooden carts, almost like hospital gurneys, into the room.  Stretched out wide, totally naked, on each cart, was a boy.  Blindfolded and gagged, their hands were bound above they’re heads, and each leg dangled off the side, tightly tied to the base of the cart.  Their long cock stuck straight up.

            There was a murmur from the pledges as they took in the sight of the two boys.  Uncertain of what was required, there was the sound of shifting bodies, as well as the excited anticipation of those watching.

            “No doubt you are wondering who these boys are.  They’re names are inconsequential.  They are members of a fraternity who long ago agreed to supply us with cock whenever we so desired.  If you become members of our sorority, you will be given more information about our mutual responsibilities.  In any event, these two freshman boys were selected by their fraternity to submit to us today.”  Nicole said, motioning to the two boys.

            “One of the things we teach here is the absolute dominance of the female over the male.  We realize there may be times when you are forced to submit, or even want to submit, but we want it to be YOUR choice, not the males, when that happens. To give you the foundations for your further roles in our sorority, we ask that you participate in a special game.”  Nicole stepped up to the first of the boys, reaching out and taking hold of his rock hard cock, squeezing it.

            “We will begin at the ends, starting with Samantha and Ally.  Each of you will go to one of the boys and using whatever means you want, force him to come.  There are supplies located on the bottom trays of the carts, including lotions, gels, and other instruments.  You may speak to them, touch them, kiss them, or use your body on theirs in any way, but you may not remove their blindfolds or gags.  Each of you will do both boys, so Samantha will start with this one, and will be the last girl to force Ally’s boy to come.  Each of you have fifteen minutes to make them come. Are there any questions so far?”  Nicole asked.

            Janet raised her hand and Nicole nodded to her.  “Yes, Janet?”

            “Well, I just have a question about making the boys orgasm.  My old boyfriend could only come once, and then he would have to wait an hour or two, before we could have sex again.  How are we going to make them orgasm over and over?”

            Nicole chuckled.  “Well, that will be up to you.  You must be creative.  This game is also played like the children’s game hot potato, with a promised punishment for any girl that can’t make their male ejaculate.  So there is a definite incentive to do your best.  As for the boys, well this type of sexual torment is specifically called cock milking.  By the end of this evening they will be sexual exhausted, sore, throbbing, and very unlikely to have sex for the next two weeks.”  Nicole shrugged. 

            It was Heather who raised her hand next.  “Um, I’m just curious about what the punishment will be.”

            Nicole’s face turned stony and she nodded.  “An excellent question, pledge.  Any girl failing to bring about an orgasm will be escorted by the other pledges and a contingent of sisters to the University President’s house, where she will be stripped, whipped, forced to endure ten minutes on the punishment phallus and then will give a blowjob to the President and any guests he may have with him.”

            There was a hushed silence and even Samantha’s eyes widened.  This punishment seemed more severe than any she had heard or experienced.  She looked down the line of girls and wondered if it would be her who was punished. 

            “Any other questions?”  There was only silence to answer Mistress Nicole and she nodded.  Kristen moved her cart right in front of Samantha.

            “You may now begin.”  Announced Nicole.

            Samantha stood up, groaning slightly as she became suddenly empty.  The boy was obviously handsome, his light dusty blond hair giving him a Beach boy look.  He had only a light sprinkling of hair across his chest and someone had shaved his balls and trimmed his pubic hair.  He looked almost good enough to be a porn star, except that his cock was only seven inches long.  Just slightly above average. 

            As Samantha stepped forward, Kristen bent down and whispered.

            “Don’t worry; they’ve both been given that drug that keeps them hard for hours.”

            Samantha nodded and quickly inventoried the variety of unguents, oils, lotions, and toys underneath the cart.  Without hesitation she grabbed a flavored oil and began pouring it over the extended cock.  In moments it glistened with an odd red sheen and Sam began pumping it, rubbing her hand up and down in long flowing movements.  He seemed to arch his back whenever she touch the edge of the head, and so she spent a few minutes with short little motions, tormenting and sensitizing him. 

            He seemed close, his hips bucking, and she quickly bent over, sucking his entire cock into her mouth.  Sam tasted the delicious berry flavor as she worked the cock, almost swallowing it down her throat.  And then there came a loud groan and she felt the cock harden in her mouth.  It turned to granite and then pulsed a few times and suddenly she felt it squirt its white cream deep into her body.  She swallowed, trying to clear it, pulling herself clear of the cock, only to reward herself with a squirt of cum that hit her cheek and dribbled down.

            The boy’s cock was still hard and seemed to pulse as Samantha wiped her face clean and returned to her seat.  To her astonishment, her sexual desire had increased and she moaned as the huge vibrating phallus was embedded once more in the hot flesh between her legs.  She sat, trembling, one hand delicately between her legs, rubbing her clit, as the next pledge rose and began sucking noisily on the boy’s shaft.  Ally, on the far side of the room, was also finished.  Still as pretty as ever, Ally had managed to get a glob of cream in her blond hair. 

            Time seemed to go fast, especially since the next three girls on each side managed to make the boy explode in the time allotted.  Both boys were now in the center of the row, tired, but still hard.   Sara and Cindi, the middle two had managed to make their first attempts explode, but then switched off.  Cindi succeeded first by rubbing the boy’s cock and whispering in his ear.  Sam watched, thinking of different ways to make the boys explode.

            Katherine and Janet also managed to make their boys explode.  Both of them got out sexual toys.  Janet used a soft silky massager and Katherine pulled out a large vacuum pump which excited her victim enough to get him ready.  Heather resorted back to cock sucking, swallowing as much of her target as possible until he popped, a tiny bead of cum rising out of his cock.  Megan was a bit more creative; sucking on the boy’s balls while stroking him passionately seemed to get the job done.

            And then Ally and Sam once more rose, groaning as the large phalluses left their bodies.  Stepping up, Samantha could see the exhaustion in the boy’s face.  His dark hair was radically different from the first boy’s, and in a startled moment she recognized him.  It was Mike, the freshman boy would she had lost a game of pool with the day before.  For a moment she wondered if that game had been rigged, but then immediately bent forward, reaching out and grasping the poor boy’s cock.

            “Mike, I know you can’t see me, but we played pool together a two nights ago.  Do you remember me?”  Whispered Samantha.  Mike nodded his head, still unable to speak because of the gag.

            Samantha smiled and gave him a quick kiss.  “Then you know what I look like.  Just imagine that, okay?” 

            Her mouth and hands immediately went to work on Mike’s cock, stroking and sucking it like a pro.  But seven orgasms in less than two hours take a tremendous toll on a boy.  With only three minutes left to go in her fifteen, Samantha was beginning to worry Mike wouldn’t pop.  She leaned over, looking down at the base of the cart.  There, in the very back was the tiny box she was hoping for.  She reached down and snatched it up, pulling out one small pack and opening it.  In moments, the latex sheath surrounded Mike’s cock and Samantha quickly got on the cart and straddled Mike.

            He groaned as she sank downward on his rod, impaling herself with him, just as she had with the various phalluses around the sorority house.  She began to ram herself up and down, rocking her hips as she fucked him.  The cart moved slightly back and forth on its wheels as she thrust.  Mike groaned, his hips finally matching her movements, thrusting himself upward.  She leaned down, stretching, rubbing her breasts back and forth across his face, his open mouth trying desperately to suck in her nipple.  She let him, feeling the suction on her breast. 

            She squeezed him hard, tugging at his cock when she felt him buck and tense, his shaft going hard as granite.  There was a tiny tremble from his groin which barely translated up into her when Kristen’s hand settled on her shoulder.

            “Got to get off, Sam.  Time’s up.” Kristen said.

            Samantha nodded and lifted herself up.  Mike, still ram rod hard, moaned as she did, leaving his cock out in the cold.  As she dropped to the floor, Kristen pulled the condom off Mike, turning it inside out.  Without a word the junior girl took the condom to Nicole who examined it carefully.

            “Did he cum?” Asked Tami, who stepped up, curious.

            Nicole shrugged.  “I guess we better ask him.”  Together, Kristen, Tami, and Nicole went to Mike who still lay bound on the cart.  Kristen carefully removed the gag.

            “Slave boy, we need to know if you experienced an orgasm during the final torment.”  Nicole said softly, leaning forward.

            Mike nodded, his voice coming in a cracked whisper.  “I did.”  Nicole straightened up with a surprised smile.  Tami nodded in appreciation. Only Kristen looked disappointed.

            Mistress Nicole turned to the whole room and opened her arms.  “We are pleased to announce that Samantha was able to complete her challenge.  Thus, only Ally will be serving a punishment tonight.  For those of you who are part of the escort, please get prepared.”  Mistress Nicole turned to the pledges.  “Girls, please go and get dressed, with the exception of Ally, of course.  We have something special for her to wear tonight.”

            Samantha sighed in relief.  It had been really close and she was worried.  She turned and looked across the room to see Ally burst into tears, cuddling her junior sister.  The poor blond girl seemed beside herself in misery.

            Samantha felt Kristen’s hand and turned to follow her own junior sister, who quickly took her back to their room where Samantha’s clothes hung.  Quickly she donned them, taking only a moment in the restroom to clean herself.  In moments they were back in the main room where Ally stood in the center of the room, feet in golden high heeled sandals, wrapped in a velvety black cape and hood.

            Mistresses Tami and Nicole headed up the procession and the girls left the sorority house two by two.  For some reason, Sam ended up walking next to Ally, who stared forward resolutely.  There were sixteen girls, the nine pledges, and seven members.  Samantha saw that neither Kristen nor Desiree was there, and it seemed only the Mistresses of the sorority had come.

            Samantha reached out a hand and took Ally’s in her own, giving the condemned girl a squeeze.  “You okay?”  She asked.

            Ally turned and looked at her through the dark shadows of the hood.  “Not really.  I’m not sure about this.  I’m terrified.  I’m glad you made it, but I wish I wasn’t doing this alone.”  Ally said, then gave Samantha a final squeeze of the hand and once more looked forward.

            The group continued to walk until they passed the tennis courts, and in a darkened shadow of the Coliseum, Mistress Nicole had them gather in a circle while she opened a large satchel she had been carrying.

            “Girls, please take a mask, each of you.  From here on, you will wear this mask until we reach the haven of our sorority house.  Does any one have a question?”

            There were shakes of the head and Samantha felt herself grasping a beautiful mask, framed with feathers and fur tuffs, beads, and crystal hanging from the edges.  She slipped it over her head and turned to look at her fellow sisters, all who suddenly seemed escapees of a masquerade party.  Samantha saw Tami slip a gilded raven’s mask over her face, the beak sticking far out, and she stepped up next to her own Mistress.

            “Mistress Tami?  I need to ask you a favor.”  Samantha said, laying a soft hand on Tami’s sleeve.  Tami turned and looked at Samantha.

            “What is it, Sam?  You okay?”  Tami said, concern in her voice.

            Sam nodded.  “I’m fine, but Ally isn’t.  She’s terribly frightened.  She said she was glad I passed the test, but she wished she wasn’t alone.”

            Tami paused, not interrupting, wanting Samantha to finish.

            “Anyway, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to take her place, or at least share it with her, so she wouldn’t be alone.”

            “Are you serious?”  Tami asked, bewilderment in her voice.

            Samantha nodded. 

            Tami sighed, obviously thinking.  She looked over at Nicole and then back at Sam.  “Wait here.”

            Samantha watched as Tami approached Nicole and the two head Mistresses conversed in secret.  Nicole’s head popped up once and glanced at Samantha, her eyes burning through the darkness and the anonymity of the mask.  For once, Sam was glad her face was covered and that they stood in the relative darkness of night, for her cheeks immediately turned scarlet.  There was a nodding of heads and Nicole approached Samantha.  Tami stepped off to the side and lifted her cell phone, speaking quietly into it.

            “This is a very noble offer, Samantha.  I’m not sure what’s behind it.”  Nicole said, her voice soft so no one else could hear.”

            Sam nodded.  “I’m worried about Ally, Mistress Nicole.”

            “Yes, that’s what Tami said.  I know of your…proclivities, and I’m not surprised that this punishment doesn’t embarrass you…”

            “Oh but it does, Mistress!”  Sam gushed.

            Nicole held up her hand.  “Yes, yes.  Whatever.  If I allow this, you will get no credit with the sorority.  It will not become known that you made this offer to help Ally.”

            “If that is what you wish, Mistress.”  Samantha said, sighing in relief now that it was apparent that Nicole and Tami would let her stand with Ally.

            Nicole let out a soft chuckle.  “As you wish, pledge.”

            A moment later there the sound of running footsteps approached the group and Samantha was startled to see Kristen pounding up to the group.  She was dressed normally, but held in her hands a pair of golden high heels and another black cloak, ones exactly like Ally’s.

            She bowed once to Mistress Tami and then approached Nicole.  In a loud voice that everyone could hear she begged Nicole’s forgiveness.

            “Mistress Nicole, I apologize for interrupting your outing, but new information has recently come to light.  After examining our slave boy, we determined that he knows Samantha, recognized her, and lied to keep her from being punished.  There was no orgasm.  She failed in her duty and by the rules must suffer the punishment proscribed by the sorority.”  Kristen said.

            There was a startled hush as the other pledges gaped and then stared at Sam.  Samantha too was astonished, wondering if it was true, but then realizing that Nicole and Tami had planned the whole thing, and that Tami had called Kristen, telling her what to say and do.

            Two of the other Mistresses took hold of Samantha and pulled her back into the darkness of one of the coliseum doorways.  Samantha didn’t even need to help as they stripped her naked, tossing her clothing out to Nicole who stuffed it in her satchel.  Samantha’s pumps came off and the golden shoes were placed on her feet, buckled and strapped.  Lastly, the velvet cloak enfolded her in darkness and they pulled her forward to stand by Ally, who looked at her in bewilderment.

            “Let’s go.  We’re expected.”  Nicole announced, and once more the girls, with Kristen trailing behind, marched forward toward the President’s Mansion.  Ally reached out as the walked, taking Samantha’s hand in her own, squeezing it softly in thanks.

            The mansion stood on a grassy hill just to the south of the coliseum.  Its white Corinthian pillars stood gleaming under the bright flood lights that illuminated the lawn.  Two university police officers stood on the sidewalk along the front of the lawn and one reached up and spoke into his radio.  Immediately, the front of the house was cast in shadows as the flood lights dimmed and went out.

            “Is the President ready, Officer?” asked Nicole as she approached.  The policeman seemed accepting of the masked girl in front of him and he nodded.  “Absolutely, Mistress Nicole.  I hope you have a good evening.”  He semi-saluted her and she nodded.  Together the girls moved up the drive until they stood under the huge portico, ringing the bell.

            The door opened and a well dressed man appeared in the light.  Samantha recognized him as the provost marshal and she gasped as he nodded to Nicole and Tami and allowed them into the house without a word.  They turned to the left, moving into a large sitting room with several couches, chairs, and a unlit fireplace.

            The room was beautifully decorated, but Sam expected that.  Her university fees weren’t for nothing.  Crystal decanters stood on a sideboard and sitting in one of the easy chairs sat the president of the University.  His face was already flushed and his collar was loose, his tie removed and not even in sight.  A small goblet of sherry stood on the side table and he smiled as the girls entered.

            The provost marshal entered as well and sat down on one of the couches.  Everything in the room was arranged to face the fireplace mantle and Nicole and Tami seemed to lead everyone to the front of the room.  There was a hush at first and then Nicole stepped forward and turned toward the girls.

            “Ladies, please escort the pledges to seats, with the exception of the condemned.”

            The president laughed.  “The condemned?  You make this sound like a punishment!”

            Nicole turned and glared at the man.  “It is, Mr. President.”  Sam swallowed as Kristen and the other Mistress escorted the pledges away from the fireplace and seated them around the room.  Janet got planted next too the provost marshal who immediately wrapped an arm around her, his hand slipping dangerously low to her breasts.

            “Mr. President, Provost,” Nicole said, “I present to you two of our newest sorority members.  Both girls failed an ordeal tonight, and while this will not in any way endanger their positions within our society, their failure must be dealt with.  They were told, prior to their trial, that failure would result in their abject humiliation in front of you, their painful punishment, and then the forced relief of your needs.  We will begin immediately.”  Nicole turned back to Sam and Ally.

            “Condemned, disrobe, immediately.”  Nicole ordered.

            Samantha didn’t hesitate as she pulled open the black holocaust cloak, slipping the hood back and exposing her raven chocolate hair.  Her mask remained in place, as did the masks of every girl in the room.  Sam looked to see Ally slowly opening her own robe, baring the soft pale skin Sam was so accustomed too.

            They glanced at each other, and the both condemned girls dropped their robes at the same time, a dramatic effect.  Ally seemed to be holding up well, her flagging spirits restored by sharing her punishment.  Their breasts seemed to glisten in the soft lamp light and Sam could see the hard bulges in the trousers of each man.

            “Assume the whipping position please.”  Mistress Nicole ordered.

            Samantha realized that without chairs, Nicole meant for them to place their hands on mantle.  Leaning back carefully, she arched her back, moving her feet outward and spreading her legs obscenely.  The hungry looks in both the provosts and president’s faces were evident.  Ally copied Sam and together both girls presented their bodies.

            Tami approached with two crop type whips, each with a large leather loop at the end.  Sam heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that while the whip would sting, the bark would be worse than the bite.  She resolved to be highly vocal, almost acting as if it hurt far worse.

            With Nicole on Ally’s right, and Tami on Sam’s left, the two condemned girls stood awaiting their first blows.  Nicole swung first, laying the crop across both Ally’s nipples, a loud crack resounding, and thin red line immediately appearing across the span of soft mounds.  Sam was looking at Ally’s bosom when Tami’s first blow caught her right on the clit, causing her to almost loose her balance, and eliciting a surprised squeal.  Sam flushed scarlet as the two men watched in rapt attention, savoring the punishments.  Nicole swung again, echoing her first strike, and causing Ally to let out a long wavering cry. 

            The blows began to come faster, raining down on the two condemned girls.  It took only a few moments for their entire fronts to be turned crimson, a delicious pink shade from breast to thigh.  There pussies were not spared either, as both Mistress made sure to swing their crops up directly between the outstretched legs of both girl, simultaneously, turning the wet and sodden slits, into fiery pits. 

            It wasn’t long before Ally was crying, tears cascading down her face.  Sam too felt different.  This torture was not as sexual, more painful, and she bit her lip to keep from showing her discomfort.

            “Turn around.  Then get on your knees, both of you.”  Nicole ordered.  Samantha and Ally both straightened, stretching their bodies as they turned and presented their bottoms to the provost marshal and the president.  Nicole turned and snapped her fingers and Kristen immediately moved forward with two huge dildos, dropping them on the ground next to each girl.

            “Put those in your pussies, girls.  You will stay in a position to keep those dildos in place while you receive the rest of your whipping.”

            Sam nodded and reached for her dildo.  It was huge, easily a foot long and almost two inches thick.  She pushed it between her legs, moving her bottom upward and then positioning herself to impale it, just as she had impaled Mike earlier.  It was difficult to get in because of its thickness, but she managed.  She glanced over at Ally who had also managed to ram her dildo upward.

            Together the two girls leaned forward again, the outstretched petals of their sexes spread wide, impaled on the skin toned flesh of the dildos.  Their breasts dangled, their forearms on the white marble tile of the fireplace, their bodies slightly dipping as each girl seemed to lightly push down on the huge phallus impaling them.

            Then the whipping started again, but this time, Samantha’s body involuntarily dipped as the whip crashed into her bottom.  Driving her downward, she felt the huge phallus fill her and then slide out just a bit.  Again the whip slammed home and Sam cried out, arching her back, but still managing to ram the dildo in deep.  Over and over Tami struck her, matching Nicole’s swings evenly, as Ally mimicked Sam’s thrashing thrusts.

            Soon, both girls’ hindquarters were as pink and stripped as their fronts.  While still smarting from the whipping, the girls felt as if it had been easier to bear because of the dildos.  Their chests heaving as they regained their breath, they barely recognized two of the other mistresses bringing matching heavy framed dining room chairs upward.  With a weighty thunk, both chairs faced the provost marshal, whose large cock was already out and being stroked by Janet, and the president, who seemed to have found Heather and pulled her into his lap, his hand under her skirt working furiously.

            “Rise and stand in front of the chairs, ladies.”  Nicole said.

            Trembling, Sam and Ally both rose, wobbling slightly.  Sam looked down at the chairs and noticed two heavy upholstered pads and she smiled slightly.  But then to her dismay, Kristen approached and removed both upholstered seats, exposing in the base of each chair the familiar large hole that decorated the sorority house seating.  Sam swallowed as Kristen prepared the two punishment phalluses, laying the straps outward.  Finally it was time to sit, and both Sam and Ally were slowly pushed down, impaled upon the most horrific phallus ever introduced.

            Sam was somewhat used to it however, having been impaled twice already with the large metallic ribbed vibrating monstrosity.  Having endured eighteen minutes once, she was prepared for the torment it could inflict, as well as the shattering orgasms.  She reached out and took Ally’s hand as the phallus sank into the stunning blond pledge.  Ally groaned and twisted, never having experienced anything like it before. 

            Nicole and Tami leaned forward and began buckling Sam and Ally in.  Straps holding the phallus in place went around each thigh and the waist.  Thick bands of Velcro strapped the girl’s wrists and ankles into place against the arm rests and legs of the chair.  Finally, both Mistresses reached under the chairs and activated the punishment phalluses.

            Sam gasped as the first jolt of electricity hit her.  Ally just screamed, a loud cry of shock filling the room.  Sam’s thighs buckled, jerking wildly as the phallus began vibrating, ramming itself in hard, shocking her repeatedly.  Samantha closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, her legs spread obscenely, the petals of her sex seeming to throb around the tied in base.

            It seemed their time on the punishment phallus went on and on.  Samantha experienced her first and then second orgasm, and from Ally’s raucous cries, she was on her fourth.  It was obvious that the provost marshal and the president were thoroughly enjoying the sight of these two masked beauties enduring the worst of torments for them.

            And then it was over.  Nicole and Tami stepped forward and quickly turned off the phalluses, unbinding Ally’s and Samantha’s limbs, and then the phallic straps.  Slowly, both girls stood, leaving the glistening wet rods still embedded in the heavy wooden seats.

            “Gentlemen, the condemned will now satisfy your needs” Announced Nicole.  Sam and Ally looked up at her and then stepped gingerly over to the men.  Samantha went to the president, unseating Heather as Ally went to the provost marshal.  Almost synchronized, both girls immediately grasped the exposed cocks of the school officials, bobbing their masked heads down on each thick rod.  Samantha relaxed and began to enjoy it, the power she held in her hand.  Her sex felt thick and wet and she almost wished that the night was no where close to being over.

            It didn’t take long, with the provost exploding before the president, but the interesting show had worked wonders on the two men, and both of them released copious amounts of fluid into both Ally and Sam, who dutifully swallowed.  Rising, both girls were covered with the black holocaust cloaks and then the entire escort closed ranks.  Both men stood up and didn’t bother to show them out.  Nicole led the way while Tami brought up the rear, making sure that every girl was accounted for.

            Outside the lights once more blinked off as the left the residence, making their way back down the sidewalk past the football stadium up towards the coliseum.  Sam walked with a spring in her step, feeling alive and sexually explosive.  Even Kristen seemed to grin.

            Tami moved back to the front and Sam heard her talking to Nicole. 

            “I think that was one of the best I’ve ever been too.”  Tami was saying.  Nicole nodded.

            It took ten minutes to walk the rest of the way to the sorority house, the girls excitedly chattering about the event.  The rest of the sorority sisters who hadn’t been allowed to go clamored around, demanding details, still stunned from the revelation that Samantha had ended up whipped and punished.  But in the end, the girls were told to redress and head home for the evening, and to be back Friday afternoon at five.

 

Chapter 15: Wicked and Evil

 

            “How ya’ holden’ up?”  Kristen asked, plopping down in the seat across from Sam at the University Union food court.  Samantha looked up from her sub sandwich and book and gave her a quirky smile.  Kristen chuckled and shook her head, opening her own salad and poured ranch dressing all over it.

            “Need you ask?”  Samantha said, putting a page marker in the book and putting it away in her backpack.  Sam leaned back, looking suave in her tight jeans and polo shirt.  Kristen took a bite of her salad and looked at the sophomore girl thoughtfully.

            “Probably not.  After your little episode last night, I think I’ve got you completely pegged.”

            One of Sam’s eyebrows went up in a very Mr. Spock like manner.  “Oh?”

            Kristen nodded.  “After Tami called me and told me that I was supposed to come to the group bringing an extra set of punishment clothes, and that I was to announce that Mike had lied to protect you, I had a good idea of what was going on.”

            Sam gave a contemplative grin, not volunteering any information.

            “The think I’m wondering though,”  Kristen began, “Is why you did it.  I mean, why would you want to get punished like that?  Humiliated in front of the president and the provost marshal!  I hated it last year when I was the ‘condemned’”  She intoned the final word.

            Samantha laughed, beaming.  “You are so funny Kristen.”  Samantha leaned forward.   “If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone else?” 

            Kristen nodded and crossed her heart solemnly.

            “Ok, Ally was scared and looked like she was going to bail.  She didn’t like being up there all alone.  I felt sorry for her.”

            “So you just went up to Tami and told her you wanted to be stripped, whipped, and forced to suck cock?”  Kristen asked, digging into her lunch again.

            Sam nodded.  “Absolutely.  She told me that I wouldn’t receive and personality points for it, and I accepted.  Then you came and voila, I was set right next to Ally.  My strength helped us both through it.”

            “You are amazing.  Calli would have loved you.”  Kristen said, a wistful sigh.  “Don’t get me wrong, I love Tami.  She’s awesome.  Very relaxed and not very demanding.  But I admit I would have loved being over you and under Calli.”

            Sam smiled.  “Well, she’s an alumni right?  Maybe you should call her and introduce us.  It might make for a fun outing.”

            Kristen laughed.  “You mean a humiliating, painful, sexually insane outing.”

            “I meant fun.”  Sam said again, going back to her sandwich.

Kristen sighed, mentally filing away the suggestion. 

            Samantha put down her sandwich.  “So what’s on the agenda for tonight?”  She asked between bites.  She wiped her lips with a small napkin.

            “Demerits.”  Kristen said, pushing the rabbit food around in her bowl.

            “Demerits?”  Sam asked.  Then her eyes widened in realization.  “Oh!  The demerits are getting added up.” 

            “Right.  And you’ve got a lot.”  Kristen replied.

            Sam grimaced.  “I do?  That won’t keep me from being confirmed right?”

            Kristen shook her head.  “Nah.  The more demerits you have the more punishment you get.  Now refusing to accept the punishment…”

            “I know, that would keep me from being confirmed.”

            “Right.” Replied Kristen.

            Sam let out a huge sigh.  “So what did I do to get all these demerits?”  She asked.

            “You keep forgetting to address me as Sister, for one.”  Kristen grinned.

            Sam made a face, and Kristen laughed.  “Oh yes, I dutifully wrote down every time in the ledger.”

            “Aren’t you supposed to inform me when I get a demerit?”  Sam said petulantly.

            Kristen leaned in and smiled.  “I won’t tell if you wont!”

            Samantha laughed and the two girls finished their lunches.

 

            Samantha strolled up to the large country style house.  Its white lattices and large porch suggested bygone days when America socialized on the front door step, swinging in the hot evening breeze and sipping mint juleps.  It was still in good condition, despite its years, and Samantha could only guess that alumni sent heaps of money to maintain their former palace.

            Samantha had become used to some of the idiosyncrasies of the house.  The mantra to strip on the front porch had become almost a new rule, one that even the other pledges were now being forced to do.  Samantha wondered if, after becoming a member, whether that particular requirement would be lifted.

            She knew she was early, but after all the other adventures she had experienced in this house, she knew she wanted to be here.  Already she could feel the surge of lust in her body, driving her onward in desire.  She hoped that Kristen or maybe Desiree would take her, torment her, and release the pent up desires.

            Standing on the front porch, she quickly slipped off her skirt and tugged her shirt upward.  As required, she wore nothing underneath, standing in her pink, clean shaven birthday suit as if she were merely out for a stroll.

            “Oh my God!”  A voice said, loudly enough for Samantha to hear and she whirled to see a tall boy wearing a white shirt and black tie, holding a small bundle of books on the doorstep. 

            Sam turned scarlet and she immediately covered herself with her arm, reaching down and snatching up her skirt and shirt, holding them to her breast.

            “What do you want?”  She demanded, stepping back and ringing the doorbell, realizing that escape into the house was her best bet.

            The boy stared at her in incomprehension.  It took him a moment, her eyes glaring with anger before stammering out an explanation.

            “Uh…I’m Jonah, from the student Christian Expansion Ministry.  I’m going door to door giving out some literature.”

            Suddenly the sorority house door opened and Samantha turned to see Kristen’s familiar face.  “Well now, what do we have hear?”  She studied the boy and then turned to Samantha.  “Who’s your little friend, Sam?”  Kristen asked.

            Samantha frowned.  “He’s not my friend, Kristen.  He’s just one of those religious guys going door to door.”

            Kristen smiled.  “Ah…stamping out sin and bringing everyone back to the bosom of Christ?”  She looked directly at Jonah.

            “I’m sorry Miss.  I’m Jonah, and I wouldn’t put it exactly that way.”

            Kristen laughed.  “Well, this is certainly a house of sin, and you seem to have gotten acquainted with Samantha, so why don’t you come in?”  She said, pushing open the screen door.

            Sam stared at Kristen incredulously.  How could she invite him in?

            “Oh stop looking so surprised, Samantha.  It would be rude to leave a man of God out here on the doorstep.”  She motioned to Jonah.  “Come on in.”

            Jonah stepped forward, edging as far away from Samantha as possible, having already pegged her as one of the sinners in the big white house.  He eyed her though, since her clothes were only partially covering her body.

            Together, the three of them stepped into the hallway and Kristen immediately moved off toward the sitting room.  Sam hesitated at the back, wondering whether she should follow the house rules and disrobe, or redress and join Kristen.  Finally, uncertain, she quickly redressed, slipping her skirt and shirt back on over her body, and joined Kristen and Jonah.

            “Yes, exactly.”  Jonah was saying.

            “But if that’s the case, then that’s what God originally intended.  Neither Adam nor Eve were aware of their nudity.”

            Jonah looked uncomfortable. 

            Kristen saw that Samantha had joined them.  “Well, Samantha has decided to let propriety color her judgment.”  Kristen frowned.  “Sam, you know very well that skirt and shirt will never do.”

            Sam nodded, and stepped to the middle of the room.  With only the tiniest fraction of hesitation, she pulled her shirt off, baring her breasts to the staring eyes of Jonah, who turned scarlet.  Sam watched his face as she slipped her skirt off, baring the smooth slit of her sex, the shapely curve of her thighs.  The skirt puddle around her high heels and she stepped out of it.  Suddenly she realized that the power in the room wasn’t Kristen’s but hers.  She had control of Jonah.  Sam smiled, raised her hands over her head and turned, flashing the godly boy a seductive grin.

            “Maybe I should go.”  Jonah said, starting to rise.  Kristen reached out and pulled him back down to the couch.

            “I want to continue our discussion.”  Kristen declared.  She turned to Samantha.  “Sam?  Can you please go to the kitchen and get a drink for our friend?  Ice Tea?”  She looked at Jonah who nodded.

            “Yes Sister Kristen.”  Samantha replied, for the first time in days remembering the honorific.

            Samantha laughed to herself as she padded out of the living room and down the hall.  Passing a few of the other Sisters who she politely greeted, she made her way to the kitchen.

            It was big, as most farm kitchens were back in the day, and there was a huge butcher block table sitting in it.  It could have easily seated ten, maybe more, but Sam only noticed that it was large enough to tie some one spread eagled on.  There was a huge pitcher of ice tea in the refrigerator and Sam had no problem finding a few glass tumblers.  She was about to pour two teas when Desiree came in.

            “Hey Sam, whatcha doing?”  The tall girl asked.

            “Hello Sister Desiree.  Sister Kristen asked me to get her and her guest an iced tea.”

            Desiree squinted at her in disbelief.  “She’s got a guest?”

            Sam nodded.  “One of those Christian Ministry guys.”

            Desiree laughed.  “Is he young and cute?” 

            Sam thought about it for a moment.  “I suppose if you got him out of the goofy white shirt and black tie, he might be.”

            “That’s Kristen.  Let me guess, you’ve already been naked in front of him?”  She asked.

            Sam nodded. 

            “Well, Kristen likes playing with weak guys like that.”

            “He seemed very uncomfortable with me being undressed.”  Sam said.  “It really embarrassed him.”

            Desiree nodded.  “Well, it’s a type of power over boys, so remember that.”  She looked down at the two glasses.  “Going to take them a drink?”

            Sam nodded.  “Yeah.”

            Desiree placed her hands on her hips.  “Well if you’re going to do it, then do it right.  Here’s what you do.”  Desiree leaned forward and began explaining to Samantha.

 

            “Ah!  Samantha’s back with our drinks.”  Kristen announced, placing her hand on Jonah’s arm.  Sam stepped into the room, still naked and arguably innocent.  Holding the tray with the two glasses and the pitcher, she approached Kristen and Jonah and carefully placed the tray on the coffee table.

            “Can I pour you a drink, Jonah?”  Samantha asked, her voice dripping with honey.  Jonah’s face had once again turned beet red and he seemed to be only able to make small noises of outrage.  It took him a moment to regain his composure, seeming to force his mind into a state of righteous indignation to ward of the sexual posing.

            “Yes please.”  He said, turning away to look at Kristen.

            Kristen was watching Samantha with a surprised but pleased expression on her face.  Without hesitation, Samantha knelt in front of the coffee table and  picked up one of the empty glass tumblers, holding the edge to her right breast.  With a slow twist, she carefully slid the edge against her nipple in a full circle, attracting Jonah’s eyes once more.

            “What are you doing?”  He asked.

            Sam gave him a tiny smile.  “Making sure there are no rough edges, Sir.”  She replied.  Inwardly she decided to give Desiree a special thank you.

            Jonah’s eyes widened as he realized what she was doing.  “That’s not necessary!”  He leaned forward and took the glass from her, putting it down on the tray.  Samantha sat on her heels for a moment in surprise before lifting the pitcher and pouring a generous amount of ice laden tea into the glass.

            “Sister Kristen?  Can I offer you a glass of tea?”  Samantha asked.  She noticed Jonah still staring at her.

            “Yes you may, Samantha.  And might I compliment you on your tea serving manners.  I’m delighted that you are so courteous.”  Kristen said.

            Sam bowed her head slightly.  “Thank you, Sister Kristen.  Sister Desiree was kind enough to instruct me.”

            “Ah…”  A question answered for Kristen.  “You may proceed.” 

            Samantha once more picked up an empty glass and pressed its lip to her breast.  Desiree had explained that while symbolic, the ritual testing of the glass lip against a nipple was highly erotic and demonstrated complete willingness to protect one’s mistress.  In addition, the glasses were cold and Sam’s nipples immediately rose to hard bumps.

            Sam put the glass back down and filled it, offering it up to Kristen who thanked her. 

            “Samantha, Jonah and I were just talking about your state of nudity.  Do you think that nudity is wrong and against God’s wishes?”  Kristen asked.

            Sam thought about it for a moment.  “Well, God made us, and we were the ones that made clothes, so I guess it can’t be wrong, can it?”  She asked.

            Jonah made choking noises over his iced tea and Kristen pat him on the back several times.  “That makes good sense, Sam.  I can see it’s a good idea to include you in this conversation.  Why don’t you go to the meeting room and bring back a chair to sit in.  Make sure the center hole is filled, okay?”

            Sam nodded and looked back at Jonah who was still having trouble with her nudity.  With a barely suppressed laugh, Samantha left the room and stepped across the hall to the meeting hall.

            The long line of pledge chairs stood in the center of the room and Sam saw that the phallic holes were all empty.  Stepping over to the tall cupboard against the far wall, she opened the latticed mirrored doors and pulled out the large box of phalluses.  It took her a moment to decide which one would be the best, but finally picked out the double penetration vibrator.

            Plugging it into the seat only took a moment and Sam took the opportunity to lube it up with the bottle of motion lotion some thoughtful mistress kept in the box.  Sam smiled to herself, since she had never thought about what preparations must be made before each meeting.  She realized that she never had trouble sitting down, and realized that each phallus was pre-lubed.

            She lifted the chair and carried it across the hall.  Once more Jonah was explaining the error of Samantha’s ways, advocating her return to goodness.  He had even managed to extract some of his reading material and was quoting Bible verses at Kristen, whose eyes had glazed over.

            “Ah!  Samantha!  You’re back!”  Kristen said delightedly, putting Jonah into momentary spluttering.

            Samantha nodded and set the chair down.  It’s back was too Jonah and Kristen and as Sam turned it around Jonah let out a tremendous cry and stood, pointing to the phallus embedded in the chair.

            “What’s that!”  He exclaimed.

            Kristen reached out and took Jonah’s hand, pulling him back down to the couch, but much closer to her.

            “Now calm down, Jonah.  That’s just a little toy that Sam wants to play with.”  Kristen kept a tight grip on his arm, reaching out with her other hand and patting his knee.  He never noticed her hand not lifting from his leg.

            “Have a seat Samantha.”  Kristen ordered.

            “Yes Sister Kristen.”  Samantha replied.  She moved around to the front of the chair, spreading her legs wide apart.  Jonah turned away as she reached down between her legs, her fingers sliding through the already wet petals of her flower.  She dipped low, feeling the long tip of the first protruding rod begin to enter her body.  In moments, as she dropped, she felt the second shaft at the tiny button of her bottom.  With a low groan, she tried to relax and let it slip in.  Finally she was full and she lowered herself to the chair seat, her legs obscenely spread and the huge blue colored phallus spreading her pussy apart like Moses did to the Red Sea.

            Jonah seemed to be reciting some mantra about protection from evil over and over and Sam reached down under that chair and turned on the phallus.  The soft buzzing filled the room and Sam let out a tiny gasp as her sex was stimulated for the first time that day.

            Jonah stared at her and then glared.  “You are a wicked girl!  You fornicate!” 

            “Now now, Jonah.  Don’t be judgmental.  Samantha is merely experiencing the pleasure that God gave us to experience.  Are you enjoying your ice tea?”  Kristen asked politely.

            Kristen’s calmness and rebuke seemed to soothe Jonah.  He sat back down and with a still angry voice spoke.

            “Yes, it is good ice tea.”

            “And you are enjoying it?”  Kristen asked.

            “Yes, yes I am.”  Jonah said.

            “Then you are enjoying a pleasure that God gave you to experience.  You should thank him for it.”  Kristen replied, still the soul of southern gentility.

            Jonah looked at her suspiciously.  He nodded and then bowed his head, clasping his hands together after setting his tumbler on the coffee table.

            “Dear Lord, thank you for your gifts this afternoon.  Let me show these two girls the error of their ways.  Give me strength to endure these temptations.”  He finished, the buzzing of Samantha’s vibrator providing an odd background for the prayer.

            Kristen was shaking her head.  “My my, you seem to consider us such bad girls.  What have I done to deserve that condemnation?” 

            Jonah pointed at Samantha.  “You have condoned and encouraged this wanton behavior.”

            Kristen nodded.  “You’re right.  I have.  But I suppose Samantha is truly the wicked one, since she has not only condoned it, but actually done these wicked things?”

            Jonah nodded eagerly, glad to see that at least one of the two girls was agreeing with him.  “Exactly!  You see it now, don’t you!”  He exclaimed.

            “I think I do.  Sam’s behavior is a bit shameful isn’t it?  I mean, here we are discussing religion, and she’s having herself a nice little time bouncing on a vibrator.”  Kristen clucked her tongue a few times.  “So, do we just condemn her to hell, or should she be punished?”

            Jonah didn’t hesitate.  “Punished!  Drive the thoughts of this behavior from her mind!”

            “But are we worthy to punish her?”  Asked Kristen.  “Is it punishment we wish to inflict?  Or is it correction?  Trying to get her to see the evil of her ways?”  Kristen sweetly.  Jonah sucked in every word, his flaring with religious righteousness.

            “It’s correction.”  He declared.

            Kristen wrapped an arm around the religious zealot and gave him a tight hug.  “We have a room here in the house where we can ‘correct’ her.  But I am not worthy.  Only you can do it.”  Kristen whispered.  “Will you help my sister?”

            Jonah nodded, standing up.  Kristen rose too and Samantha stared open eyed, wondering what Kristen had in mind.  Already her sex was soaked and the vibrations she had felt during the conversation only stimulated her more.  Punishment sounded wonderful, especially Kristen’s kind.  She gritted her teeth and stood, the two deep vibrators making a sucking sound as the left her body.  She leaned over, turning them off and then looked at Kristen.

            “To the basement, sinner.”  Kristen declared.

            Sam hung her head, trying to stay in character.  “Yes, Sister.”  She said softly. 

            Kristen wrapped her arm around Jonah’s elbow, and arm in arm they followed, Jonah’s eyes never leaving the smooth curves of Samantha’s bottom.  Samantha stepped out of the living room into the hall and went past the hall closet to the basement door.

            She felt a fluttering in her heart as she pulled it open.  The last time she had been down here, she had been bound to a bench and experienced the most tenderizing torments to her breasts.    She had watched Kristen abused and punished.  And it had been some of the most erotic and sexual experiences of her young life.  She flicked on the light and began descending.

            Someone had placed the white clothes back on all the devices since Sam’s last time to visit the basement.  She stood in the center of the cool room, her nipples hard as she waited for Jonah and Kristen.  Kristen unlinked her arm and strode straight for the “T” Bench which Samantha was familiar.  With a flourish, she yanked the cloth off, exposing the odd frame and black leather device.

            “Samantha, straddle the bench, with your thighs against the cross of the ‘t’.”  Kristen ordered.  “Then bend over.”

            Samantha went to the bench and quickly straddled it, moving forward.  Once at the end she bent over until her hands were on the cross of the ‘t’, supporting her upper body weight.  Her cute little ass swung in the air and her spread legs revealed the wet cleft between them.

            Kristen pulled Jonah over to the end of the bench and told him to sit, so that he was facing Samantha’s exposed sex and bottom, which Samantha slowly swung back and forth, eliciting an angry nod from Jonah.  Without hesitation, he straddled the bench and sat as Kristen went and retrieved a flogger.  She placed it into his hand and he swung it, almost snapping it, letting the heavy leather strap smack right onto the sodden petals of Samantha’s sex.

            Sam wasn’t prepared and let out a stunning cry, arching her back and rocking forward onto her toes.  Her pussy stung, a radiating heat that rocked outward.  She turned and looked over her shoulder to see Jonah raising the whip and swinging it over hand at her rump.  She grit her teeth as it struck, and thus only let out a small hiss.

            Kristen was on her knees behind Jonah.  His ankles were in the perfect position for the locking bar and in moments, both of his legs were bound securely to the bench.

            “Hey!   What are you doing?”  Jonah demanded, trying to stand up, but only falling back to the padded bench.  He tried to bend over and reach the bindings, but the angle was wrong.

            “Release me immediately!”  He shouted at Kristen, threatening her with the whip.

            “You would threaten to hit me?”  Kristen said, sounding innocent and yet dismayed.  She backed out of harms way though.  “Some Christian you are.”

            Jonah sagged and dropped the whip.  Sam watched over her shoulder as tears filled his eyes.

            Kristen came over and took the whip, tossing it away.  “Oh now, poor baby.”  She took his head and cuddled him as he cried.  Sam caught the glance and quickly rose, stepping away from the bench and going to Jonah’s side.  It wasn’t hard to figure out what Kristen wanted.  The hanging cuffs were easy to get open and Samantha pulled Jonah’s wrist up and quickly locked it into place, just as Kristen repeated the procedure to his other wrist.

            “What is going on?  Why are you doing this?”  He asked, still blubbering.

            Kristen bent over and kissed him on the mouth.  “Because Samantha is a naughty girl.  But you are too, being all righteous around others for no good reason.”  Kristen smiled.  “So you get to experience her punishment.”

            Jonah’s eyes widened and he began shouting, yanking at the bonds.  Kristen stepped away for only a moment and suddenly a ball gag appeared, a red sphere with black straps that went neatly into the shouting boy’s mouth.

            “Sam, please undo his belt and pants.  We need to see his cock.  I suspect he’s hard as a rock.”

            Samantha laughed.  “No problem, Kristen.”  She immediately went to her knee and began unbuttoning Jonah’s pants.  His belt was easy to unclasp and Samantha exposed a pair of white briefs.  Kristen sighed.

            “Religious right down to the core.  Geeze, Jonah, get some nice colored boxers.”

            Samantha giggled, covering her mouth as Jonah expressed his anger through the gag.

            Sam pulled the elastic opening aside and suddenly the hard length of Jonah’s staff rose from the white cotton.  It waved in the air and Sam took hold of it, stroking it a few times, much to Jonah’s dismay.

            “He’s hard, Kristen.”  Sam said, shaking the cock a few times.

            “Well good.  Now, you still are a sinner, Samantha, so straddle that bench facing Jonah, and take his cock in your mouth.”

            Samantha nodded and quickly swung a leg over the bench.  Sliding downward, she placed her face in Jonah’s crotch, opening her mouth and sucking in the large solid shaft in front of her.  She felt him tense and she began to tease him, sucking and then blowing air around her mouth.  She twirled her tongue around his tip and then ran it up and down.

            She felt Kristen move forward and grasp her hands, pulling them around Jonah’s waist until Sam was hugging the boy, her mouth firmly planted on the pulsing probe.  Kristen slid her fingers over Sam’s back until they found her foot.  In moments, the crossbar ankle cuffs were on her again, and she heard the winch as it clicked, spreading her legs farther and farther apart.

            It didn’t stretch Sam as far as the first time she rode the T bench.  Her position, with her mouth gagged on cock, prevented the splits, but it arched her back slightly, pulling up on her legs so that her entire slit was easily exposed at the other end of the bench.

            Secured as she was, Sam couldn’t watch as Kristen moved around to the top of the bench, but only felt Kristen’s fingers as they swirled against Sam’s sex.  Sam moaned loudly, her mouth still surrounding the hard pulsing cock in front of her.  Then the fingers were replaced by something large and curved and Sam realized that another one of the vibrating eggs had been placed inside her.

            It almost immediately began vibrating and Samantha braced herself.  As expected, Kristen immediately activated the thumper, which drove the egg upward into Sam’ body.  The exquisite vibrations, the hammering thumps, were all too much for Sam and she began to quiver in excitement, the building orgasm cresting as she sucked hard on Jonah’s cock.

            The sight of Sam’s bondage had easily hardened Jonah, but it was the swinging whip Kristen picked up and began to slap against Samantha’s bottom as she sucked on him, that really churned his lust.  He gritted his teeth as the waves of pleasure rocked him, the pretty brunette girl slurping on his shaft, the sight of her being punished, and then, to his amazement, Kristen removed her own shirt and bared her round white breasts.  It was this last thing, the final straw that caused Jonah to explode, filling Samantha’s mouth with white cream.

            Sam gagged as is shot up into her, and she desperately tried to swallow as much as she could.  Kristen didn’t let up though, swinging the whip a few more times in choice areas.  Sam squealed, the ivory fluid dripping from her lips as the whip caressed her between the legs.  It caused her to tremble as the orgasm hit and she shook, hugging Jonah tight.

            And then it stopped.  Two of them panting, the third just staring in pleasure.  Sam still had Jonah’s softening cock in her mouth and she continued to suck on it, swirling her tongue round and round.  Her bottom felt hot, as did her sex, but because the vibrating egg continued dancing inside her, she felt as if she could go on forever. 

            Kristen came back over to Jonah and leaned down, giving the ravished boy a soft kiss.  “Are you finished witnessing her punishment, Jonah?   Or did you want to fuck her too?”

            Jonah’s eyes widened and took on a look of the lost.  He looked down at Samantha’s creamy white body which was crisscrossed with red stripes across her rump.  She was still pumping, her mouth still working on his shaft, which was starting to respond to her mouth.  He thought about Samantha and for a moment, all he wanted was to plunge his dick into her sweet well.

            He turned and looked up at Kristen and nodded.

            She smiled.  “Gotcha.”  Kristen straightened up and immediately moved to the top of the bench again, releasing Samantha’s legs.  Sam groaned as her thighs dropped relieving the pressure and Kristen’s grasping fingers managed to remove the vibrating egg.  After only a few moments, Kristen had released Samantha’s arms and handed her a condom.

            Sam wanted something hard and long in her, and Jonah’s cock seemed good enough.   But not only that, Samantha felt that by taking Jonah’s body in that way, she would be taking his innocence and righteousness from him as well, helping him to see the error of his ways.  It took only a moment for Sam to get the little latex sheath over the now semi-rigid shaft.

            Samantha swung her leg over the bench, straddling it, and she moved forward, putting her hands on Jonah’s shoulders.  She scooted herself forward until she felt his cock against her clit and she rose up, impaling herself upon him fast and suddenly.

            Jonah felt his cock enter a girl for the first time and he groaned, inwardly disgusted with himself for caving in.  Part of his mind told him that these two girls had forced him, raped him, but he knew differently.  He knew he was the one who had wanted to see Samantha punished.  He knew he was the one who exploded watching Samantha whipped.  He knew that he was the one who wanted Samantha on top of him.

            He thrust involuntarily, his body making up for what his mind couldn’t cope with and Samantha rocked with him, stroking him, kissing his neck as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.  It was a quick and fast screwing, with Jonah bursting into tears as he exploded.

            Samantha was given only the little wave of pleasure as Jonah softened almost immediately, turning to putty inside her and slipping out quickly.  She groaned, still wanting, knowing that the only release would come later in the afternoon at the five o’clock.

            Slowly she stood up as Kristen bent down and began unbuckling the straps that held Jonah in place.  When his hands were released he stood up and pulled up his pants, buckling himself in as if protecting his virtue. 

            “You are both evil women!  Spawn of the devil!”  Jonah announced.  He immediately moved toward the basement stairs and the two girls followed him up, lightly laughing at the boy’s discomfiture.  He quickly made it to the top of the stairs and stepped into the hall way.

            Only to be confronted by three totally naked sophomore girls who had just arrived for the five o’clock meeting.  His eyes bugged out at seeing more feminine flesh in one hour than he had in his entire life.  Kristen stepped out behind him and pushed him toward the door.

            “Don’t mind him ladies.  He’s just leaving.”  Kristen announced as Jonah pushed his way past and out of the house.

            It wasn’t even ten seconds before the entire group burst into laughter.