The Delta Phi Sorority House

THE DELTA PHI SORORITY HOUSE

Chapter 1

There was an air of anticipation that prevailed throughout day at the Delta Phi Sorority House, which is only by its voting members.  The hierarchy from National had flown in for the very important meeting that was to take place that evening.  The Deltas of the State University Chapter had voted to have a top secret meeting this evening to alter their charter slightly.  To gain sanction from the National Delta Phi Sorority three of National's most prominent members flew in to attend what they believed to be a very important meeting.

Why was it so important?  Because this was the first Chapter, led by an unusually charismatic Woman, who forthrightly put forth the concepts that virtually all Deltas everywhere harbored but hadn't the courage to make a reality.  Goddess Samantha would be heard this night.  And many lives would feel her influence ever after.  The Deltas would be superior because all of its members are.  And it was Goddess Samantha who was pointing the way by her own example.

All pledges were sent to see a movie that night.  Kitchen help and all those other than active fully paid members were not permitted in the house 30 minutes after the evening meal had been finished and cleaned up after.  Their newly appointed sorority mother was the only exception.  She was special because she was fully behind the girls’ intentions that evening.  Most important she was fully supportive of deifying Goddess Samantha for doing what she and others had wanted to but for whatever reason had not had the courage before.  She would actually get wet at times just thinking about it.

And Mistress Cindy Kelly was very important to Goddess Samantha and Her friends because she herself had served on the Delta Board of Directors at National for many years and knew all the hierarchy on a personal level.  She knew what was being proposed was always in the mind of Delta members and only touched upon during the school year as a fun thing but never as a main theme.  Delta Phi was always known as the IN sorority virtually on every campus in America.  Membership was coveted by every girl entering school each fall, some not knowing why until they completed their pledge period and had taken their oath.  Deltas could select the best.  To the males on campus an invitation to a Delta party was better than having a full invite to the President of the United State's Inauguration parties.

It was now 8:30pm.  The meeting began.  The proposition was put forth.  The President of the National Delta Phi Sorority stood up after all others had spoken from the podium and enthusiastically sanctioned the change in the charter.  Then public name of the sorority would remain as it was for the purposes of the National Greek Society, Delta Phi.  The local Charter could change its internal charter to permit words to the effect that all servants of the sorority henceforth must be male.  In addition the basement of the house would be made habitable to house said servants removing the previous charter prohibition that servants were not permitted to live in the house.  Goddess Samantha, with these seemingly slight changes to the charter would take Delta Phi to a new level.

The basement was always nothing but a storage facility for such things as member's luggage, bikes and anything a member wanted to store and for various items needed for the house itself.  The importance of the charter change is that heretofore males were not permitted overnight stays in the house.

Now with a new charter requirement making it a requirement sorority house servants were "required" to live in the house it mattered not if it was a male as long as he was a servant.  And one last change to the charter permitted a special logo using the Greek letter for Delta Phi plus Psi; DP P would be permitted this house only.  Only this house's full membership would understand what the additional "P" meant and would be sworn for life to maintain that secret.

Because of the nature of this proposal it was decided the voting would be secret.  Ballots were issued to each attending member.  Two booths stood in the corner of the room.  The voting began.  Each girl would enter the booth and mark her ballot either Yes or No.  When all had voted the ballots would be counted in the presence of all that attended.   There was not a single No vote.  Goddess Samantha would lead Delta Phi into the 21st Century and what had been thought to be taboo was now the rule of the house.  They would have an all male serving staff that would be housed, "kept" being the better word, in the basement presumably for use any time, day or night.   It would be the power of and the leadership of Goddess Samantha that would determine its success.  The excitement that prevailed after the vote was unbelievable.

For Goddess Samantha this was the beginning and She was going to implement her goals and objectives because the house had 42 young, intelligent girls that would carry the message She knew was the right one everywhere on earth.

One week later Professor Johnson walked up the stairs to the house with great trepidation.  He had agreed to tonight because he found it impossible to resist Goddess Samantha.  Yet he feared not only the possible events of the night but what the night could bring going forward.  He had agreed to be a slave for the evening to the sorority.

There was a freshman pledge named Abigail who desperately wanted to join the sorority headed by Goddess Samantha because the girls from this sorority seemed to have some unusual power over the male population of the university.  Or so it seemed since Goddess Samantha joined and became its leader. 

Goddess had clearly warned the professor that should he show up he would be raped up the ass repeatedly, yet when she smiled and patted his cheek he felt powerless to say no.  His cock had become erect and stayed that way from that moment on.  In fact being slave to Goddess Samantha conjured up thoughts in his head that kept him spurting pre-cum in his pants all day long in anticipation.  He was having problems concentrating on anything else. 

The moment had arrived.  Professor Johnson was much respected on the campus both for his academics credential but as a family man as well.  No one would think he would venture into anything that could possibly disrupt this reputation.  But this time he felt he had no choice bottling up what he alone knew was inside of him.  He rang the bell and waited.  He greeted by a very attractive girl with considerable breasts who told him her name was Mistress.  She smiled and beckoned him to enter, then led him to the living room. 

His eyes quickly focused on Goddess Samantha sitting in all her magnificence on the couch. She was dressed in a gray dress with dark stockings and black pumps.  He was entirely overcome by her in an instance evidenced by the bulge in his pants, which though it was substantial before he walked up the stairs to the sorority house was now huge with a wet spot on his pants to emphasize it. 

He knew he was to behave like a slave, apparently something he knew he needed to be.  He knelt before her, putting his lips to the floor beneath her. It was something that was natural for him to do under the circumstances.  

Goddess Samantha simply looked at the creature she had summoned leaving him there to give him a chance to digest his acceptance to his role.  She waited until she felt like acknowledging him knowing the longer it was the more helpless he would become.

Finally she spoke, "Hey professor slave boy, how nice to see you. Looks like you already know your place." And she added a cruel snicker.

"Good evening Goddess Samantha.  I am really glad to help out and be your sorority plaything for the night.  I sometime dream of this happening to me but never thought it could happen."

Sure professor, but don't you think you should beg for the right?"

He was not aware that girls were gathering to watch the event, some with cameras, others with camcorders shooting away.

He realized he had to do things her way and began begging.  "Please Goddess allow me to slave for you and the sorority tonight.  I will be a perfect slave and obey every command.  I promise I will. Please let me am a slave tonight, "he pleaded knowing he desperately needed to fulfill his own need more than life itself.  He had let himself go because he knew he had to and now that he did he knew he had better not fail, no matter any consequences from his weakness.

"Professor, I want you to lick my shoes clean.  There had better not be a speck of dirt or you know what happens to slaves if there is, don't you professor?  Now beg slave and be convincing or I may find a slave who can."  Commanded the young Goddess in a tone to remind the scholar she knew she had him right where she intended him to be,   The professor began lick her shoes with determination stopping for a second or so to beg Goddess Samantha to allow him to serve her as her slave.  He was oblivious to the camera flashes that recorded his eager submission and for the whirring noise made by the camcorders as they reduced to posterity his pleading as well.

Goddess Samantha put her finger to her mouth to indicate to her sorority sisters who had silently gathered to watch to be sure to remain silent because many were having problems keeping from breaking our into laughter at what they saw.  They heeded her glance not wanting to displease their powerful leader.

But it was now quite clear the professor had thrown all caution to the wind to satisfy the intense his cravings within himself and was now certifiably ready to be put through his paces in front of others.  He had accepted slavery and now he has to learn what that entails because he could not escape what was to come. 

He was told to stop.   He looked up at Goddess Samantha.  She smiled evilly at him then stood up looking down at the prostrate body before her.  She placed her hands on her hips and ordered him to look up at her, then turned leaving him looking at her ass. 

She lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. The professor seeing this made a little sound of adoration causing Goddess Samantha to giggle.  "Yes slave, my ass is for worshipping by slaves like you while an asshole professor slave boy like you is born to have superior women like me to fuck your tight little hole 'till it’s not so tight anymore, isn't that right slave?"

"Yes Goddess Samantha.  Anything you say Goddess Samantha" was the drooling professor's reply.

"Say it slave," she fired back as she turned and slapped his face hard enough so he almost lost his balance.

"Your Goddess ass is meant to be worshipped while my slave ass is meant for being fucked with a dildo by superior women."

"Very good slave, so now you know what you are good for.  You deserve a reward.  You lick my ass slave."

The professor went at it with enthusiasm.   His tongue was everywhere displaying his adoration and appreciation for allowing him the opportunity to do what he only dreamed he would ever get to do.  Goddess Samantha enjoyed his efforts, especially her sisters watching on with envy.  The girls had selected her target.  No one believed she could do it.  That is no one but Goddess Samantha herself.  She had no doubts and she would over time instill her confidence into each and every one of her sorority sisters

After leaving the male at her feet about 10 minutes of allowing her new slave to show his devotion to her she told him to stick his nose in her hole. He obeyed instantly pushing it into her to the point he could no longer breathe.  She then stepped forward causing his nose to drop out making a short popping sound causing Goddess to laugh.

"I love that sound slave.  Let's do it again."

She made him repeat the act several times, telling the professor that it's a  "wipe my ass" job, a procedure done with one's nose that is enjoyable. "Now clean it with your tongue as well slave boy."   

He went at it without hesitation.  Goddess Samantha never failed to land her targeted male.  She knew how to get his attention in the first place.  She had a way of suggesting her superiority to him such it had a way of manifesting itself in his mind so it grew geometrically over a very short period of time.  Taking him then became a matter of her choice as to when and where.  Tonight's demonstration was a case in point for her sisters who had chosen the target.

"Stop she ordered.  Time for you to strip naked and stand in the corner 'till I need you,"

He quickly removed his clothes as ordered folding each piece in a neat pile, which he took with him to the corner Goddess Samantha sent him to.   One of Goddess Samantha’s sorority sisters insured the evening would be a big success by quietly picking up his clothes and took them somewhere in the house.  The professor’s cock stayed erect throughout his stay in the corner.

A half-hour later Goddess Samantha returned to the room with a black indelible marker in her hand. She had him face her then wrote "professor slave boy" across his forehead. . Then wrote "Property of Goddess Samantha, please sign in here" on his chest after which she put the marker in his mouth and ordered him to place himself in a kneeling position at the front door to greet the girls as they entered.  Excitement was at a peak in the house as most of the resident sisters had a chance to see what was happening.  But there are twice as many sisters who do not live in the house that are a major part of Delta Phi who enjoy every privilege the resident sisters do.  For one most eat their meals at the house.  Anyhow tonight many would be at the house for the evening's fun.

Sylvia and Lauren arrived first.  Sylvia is a well-proportioned girl with dark hair, green
eyes and fair complexion.  . She wore a conservative dress.  Lauren on the other hand was tall and skinny with long black hair and dark hypnotic eyes. She had long tanned legs and was wearing short shorts with a tight blue top and sandals. Both girls signed sneered at the professor slave boy and wrote their names on professor's naked belly.  Then Sylvia drew her leg back and gave him a hard kick to his groin.  "That's for giving me a "B" last semester."

"But," he stammered doubling over; "you deserved a low "C" Mistress Sylvia.  I thought you would be pleased."  <It was a major mistake>.

Sylvia was outraged.  She kicked him all over his body, legs, thighs and even his ass. "I will tell you what I deserve ass wipe, do you understand slave?  You are Goddess Samantha’s property but Delta Phi girls are sisters and we share.  Even slaves so you had better understand slave boy."  She snarled at the now cringing professor.

"Yes Mistress Sylvia.  I am so sorry."

"You had better be slave."  Lauren spit at him managing to land it in his right eye and laughed as the 2 girls left him there wincing in pain.

Next to arrive was Karen, a fiery red head.  She stood back to look at the newly acquired slave, then signed in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "Don't worry professor, I promise to fuck you long and hard."

The professor gulped as Karen who was wearing a white sundress smiled and walked
away.  He thought he was going to have his new idol, Goddess Samantha who he wanted to use him any way she wanted, not Delta Phi's entire sorority.  And what did the DPP logo he had never seen before mean?

Finally Abigail the freshman pledge arrived. She was a beautiful blonde, wearing black rimmed glasses, black jeans, a tight black tee shirt, black boots and a black dog collar.  When she signed in she had the professor lick her boots clean and then went on her way.

The professor was ordered to go back in the corner until he was needed.   He could hear them all laughing and talking about their pending fun.  They were enjoying a few drinks to loosen up and deliberately let the hours pass by knowing the professor was their captive slave for the night standing obediently in the corner.   Finally he was called into duty.

He was ordered to his knees and made to crawl to the center of the living room.  What he saw was an incredible sight that struck terror in him.  There stood 6 girls naked with strap-on dildos attached to their nice young bodies.  A resident sister, Jeanne had joined the group.

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He was told to crawl onto a blanket laid out on the floor. When he did Jeanne came over and sat next him and began stroking his hair.  She had him take doggy position.  Abigail stared at his while she got ready for her initiation to the sorority. Jeanne began to apply lubing jelly to the professor's tight hole as Abigail came up behind him with her purple strap- on.   No instruction was needed. 

She thrust it into him with a powerful jab that saw the purple shaft disappear into him quickly.  She showed no concern as he screamed in pain while she pumped away showing she was taken up by her moment of passion.  Goddess Samantha came to her and gave her a deep and passionate kiss as she continued her onslaught of the professor.  It was easy to see she was experiencing orgasm after orgasm.  Finally Abigail she began slowing down.  She made one last powerful thrust into the slave's newly violated asshole and exploded into an orgasm that left her exhausted and shuddering that she had to pull out.  As soon as her purple cock had left him she patted his ass then immediately went to Goddess Samantha and kissed her with all the passion she could muster.

The professor's agony was just beginning. One after another the girls took their turns.  While Goddess Samantha took him she made the professor, now their slave boy, suck on Abigail's dildo while she gave him a sample of what a super fucking was.  Goddess Samantha and Abigail soon began kissing again which seemed to add power to Goddess Samantha’s already super powered thrusts.  She had many delicious orgasms until she pulled out allowing Karen to take her turn.

Her dildo was a little bigger and true to her word she fucked the professor long and hard.  Not only was she skilled but relentless as well.  The new pain felt by the hapless male caused by the larger cock in him delighted the other girls watching.  Goddess Samantha had convinced them they should concern themselves only with their own pleasure, never of a male's.  She reminded those few if any males ever had concern for the woman he was fucking.  All he wanted to do is shoot his wad then go tell every male he could of his conquest.  One male she found out went so far as to have a ¼" notch tattooed on his cock for every cherry he took. 

After six girls and several hours of having his hole penetrated the professor was begging for mercy.  Goddess Samantha told him only if he agreed to perform a 69 with her slave John who was downstairs in the house slave quarters would they stop.

"No way," yelled the professor, "I am not into guys." 

After hearing his words, Karen who was already enjoying him again, started pumping very hard.   Goddess pulled out a huge dildo and waved it in front of his face. "The choice is yours professor slave boy." sounding like she hoped he would resist.

"OK.  Yes.  I will do anything.  Only please stop.  Please" he begged.  "Please. I will do anything you ask." he pleased again.

"That's a good slave.  Hopefully you just learned how important obedience is.  Slaves never win.  Someone go get slave john.  We'll call the scene "john sucks Johnson. Someone else go tell Ginny to get her tools ready.  We have a new one to mark. 

Chapter 2

Goddess Samantha walked into the lobby of Bernicci Construction Company as if she owned the place.  If one understood the relationship she had with its proprietor no explanation for this would be necessary.

Rollo Bernicci's secretary Ella understood only what her boss had told her about this young woman that she was the daughter of a major client getting ready to build a large commercial facility.  Occasionally when she walked out of the conference room where all meetings between the two took place she would be carrying what looked like a rolled up construction plan which was what everyone in and out of that room usually had most of the time.

Goddess Samantha waited impatiently at the head of the conference table tapping her feet.  Slave Rollo knew better than to keep her waiting.  When he entered the room he quickly closed the door behind him, threw the dead bolt latch and dropped to his knees.  In his hands was a set of plans.

He crawled to Goddess Samantha’s feet and kissed them hoping She would feel how much he needed her domination.

"The plans slave," she snapped.

She rolled the plans out on the table, stood up and began scrutinizing them.  Slave Rollo lifted his head when she did expecting her to ask him to join her and explain them.  Instead he received a sharp rebuke for leaving his worship promising him ample punishment at a later date only because she was in a hurry today.

"You finally got it right you ignorant piece of shit of a slave.  When will it be done?"

Slave Rollo was puzzled at first.  "When would it be done?"  He hadn't even started the work.  She just let him know what she wanted done two days ago.  She had demanded the plan be ready the following day.  He had done that for her.  She made changes she wanted and expected to see today.  Now she wants to know when it is to be done.  He replied, "It will take some time to fit it into the schedule, get the materials.  I can let you know sometime next week."

She went to the phone and picked up the receiver.  "Do not dare get up from your slave position; you are going to ask Ella to bring in your schedule."

Before she could dial a single number slave Rollo began begging for her not to do that. 

"That's better.  Now when will you complete my project slave?"

"The steel fabrication will take at least 3 days to get because it is simple.  Jail cells don't take any special material or skill.  If I can start tonight it will be done in a week."

"You will be the first to enjoy your own work slave.  Anything over a week and you will not enjoy much ever again.  Hope you have my message."

"Yes Goddess Samantha"

She walked to where he was and thrust her foot forward.  He knew what he was supposed to do.  He was grateful for the opportunity to serve his owner and GODDESS but frightened that anyone he knew might find out about his submissive bent.  He knew she didn't care if they did and he would obey her or else.

She picked up the plans, rolled them up and signaled for the slave to get back on his feet.  She unlocked the door, smiled and said, "See you soon Mr. Bernicci.  Bye." and left waving goodbye to Ella who shook her head when Mr. Bernicci walked out of the room and into his office slamming the door behind him.

The steelwork was delivered to the sorority house two days later.  Work went on in two shifts in the basement.   It was good for everyone involved that the big house had a basement entrance.  The Bilco doors were open most of the entire week as workers came and went through them.  No one but Mistress Cindy and Goddess Samantha were allowed to see what was happening down there.  However it was clear both women were pleased with the progress.  Slave Rollo was true to his word as the work was completed a hair under schedule. 

Goddess Samantha wrote a letter of thanks on behalf of Delta Phi to Bernicci Construction Company for its generous offer to rehabilitate the house's basement free of charge.  She remarked in the letter how much she and her sorority sisters appreciated the good workmanship saying the company can use the sorority house for a reference anytime.   Quietly Rollo Bernicci was glad it was done and looked forward to Goddess Samantha’s promise.

The stairs to the basement still led to a storage room only it was considerably smaller but better organized.  There were all kinds of large shelves and bins for stuff.  Luggage was neatly stored on shelves that went from floor to ceiling.  By doing this the same area could store more than 4 times what it did before the "remodeling". There was ample numbered space for each girl in the house for her personal stuff.  Another area had similar shelving, a workshop, and a place to store equipment such as mowers, snow blowers and the like of off season equipment and supplies and a special pantry to keep canned goods; paper goods etc. in clean, perfect condition. It looked like an adequate normal basement.  Only now it was actually only 1/3 of its previous size square foot wise but more than adequate for its previous purpose. 

There was a new concrete block wall with similar large double doors that appeared to look exactly like the doors that previously led to the exterior entrance everyone was used to.  Fact is the old doors were moved to the new wall to create an allusion that this was the previous exterior entrance to the basement. They were simply painted to give them a new refreshed look.  But behind those doors was something no one in Delta Phi could have anticipated.  And the university authorities when they came to make their periodic inspection of the house would have no reason to peer behind them as everything in the basement they were used to seeing was there only better organized.  And if they did want to check out the doors they would always be locked and no one would know where the keys were at the time. 

Immediately behind those doors were the newly constructed “servant's quarters" built to comply with the sorority's new charter amendments requiring live-in servants.  Goddess Samantha knew it would not be long until the "servant's quarters" would soon be stocked with male "servants."

The room consisted of 4 sets of bunk beds in a row.  Opposite each bunk bed was a floor to ceiling double locker, which served as a combination closet and dresser for the occupants of the bunk beds opposite it.  There was a bathroom where there were three toilets, four sinks and four shower stalls but no doors.  The servants would be prohibited from using sorority member facilities everywhere in the house.  They were required to use only the facilities specifically designated for them.  There was another door from the "servant's quarters" designated as the "Attitude Realignment room.  It was twice as large as the "servant's quarters."

It had two small prison cells with real steel bar doors equipped with super locks on them.  Each cell had double bunks hinged from the wall, a small sink and toilet.  Adjacent to them was a row of small animal cages.  Not far from it was a sturdy wood table that had restraints hanging from it plus places to attach straps etc.  In the center of the room was a hook hanging from a pulley whose steel cable was routed to a motor that had a green "UP" button and a red "DOWN" button.  On one wall a solid wood St. Andrews Cross with restraints attached stood looking very ominous.  Adjacent to it to it was a pillory.  There were three padded horses with restraints hanging from them.  In front of each cell was a steel floor to ceiling 4" diameter steel pole.  Off the room was a very large walk-in closet that held all sorts of things that could encourage attitude changes.   The centerpieces of the big room though were three thrones like chairs with the center one build a bit higher off the floor than the other two.  They looked ordinary enough but they were hardly ordinary.

A meeting was held for all members after lunch.  First the members were given a tour of their new facility in the basement.  It was hard to pry them back to the meeting after viewing the Attitude Realignment room.  They learned that the house was in the process of conforming to its new charter amendments.  The cook, Mrs. Doper would finally be terminated because she had become too arrogant and spent more of her waking hours finding ways to piss off the girls than please them.  This brought loud applause.  They would recruit a staff entirely made up of males to serve their house needs.

But it was now important that the sorority sisters pulled together to select those males they believed would be best to serve their needs and who would be good full time live-ins.

Mistress Cindy suggested we begin with part-timers just to get acquainted with their skills and servile qualities.  While Goddess Samantha was not totally agreeable she agreed it was a good way to start.  Both Goddess Samantha and Mistress Cindy knew they would be very successful because half the girls there were already rubbing their crotches. 

The plan that all thought was best was to have a series of parties where they could evaluate many males and select from them, then finally cull the list down to permanent servants.  Many of the girls would learn how superior they really were when their objective was to reduce a male to become their servant. Each girl gave Goddess Samantha names they wanted to recruit.  They came from every part of the campus spectrum.  There were jocks, nerds, frat boys, faculty and even from university high level staff. A system was devised to make sure each party was stocked with diversity.  Goddess Samantha wanted to be sure that quality was the need and it did not matter what else they were.

The first party would be this coming this weekend.  But meanwhile this evening Rollo Bernicci would be paying a visit to Goddess Samantha in her new dungeon. He would slink in through the basement Bilco doors.  She would be sure he would learn how fortunate he was.

She wanted to check out the Attitude Realignment room and thought slave Rollo was perfect for the job.  He was a whiny masochist of the first order and would get his fill while she became acquainted with this new custom Hell room.

He arrived two minutes early because he knew if he was 2 minutes late he would endure triple hell and though he is a self confessed masochist he did have his limits.  His trousers had the bulge of an expectant male.  It would be fun to see what it was like 30 minutes from now.  Goddess Samantha ordered him to strip naked.  She had a corrugated box on the floor where he was to place his clothes.  He would not need them tonight.

She cuffed his arms behind his back and shackled his legs using a two-inch chain connecting the two steel cuffs to minimize leg movement.  He was standing there believing him going to get an S & M treatment he craved, administered by one of the most gorgeous Females he had ever encountered.  Goddess Samantha’s objective was not the same.  She enjoyed deepening his need for enslavement and knew she was capable of satisfying both needs with advantage to Goddess Samantha.  The new renovation to the Delta house defined the winner.  Slave Rollo will be useful to her and she will make sure when she snaps her fingers slave Rollo will jump.

She lowered the hook suspended from a pulley in the ceiling using the electronic control.  It worked smoothly.  When it was at the same height as his balls she let it swing freely.  A piece of rope was used to tie his balls leaving a loop to attach the hook to.  Rollo saw her getting ready to push the winch button.  He began pleading, "Anything but my balls."  He knew the winch he had installed was powerful enough to lift a 500-pound weight.  He knew his body was more than enough dead weight to rip his balls off his body if his legs left the ground and he was left hanging by his balls alone. Goddess Samantha enjoyed hearing him whine.  She tightened the hook to the point it was nicely stretching his balls.  He was helpless and at her mercy.  She calmly walked over to her purse hanging on a hook near the big closet and removed a walkie-talkie.  "Do you read me girls?"

"You bet Goddess Samantha.  Is it time now?"

Goddess Samantha laughed, "You bet.  Hurry down."

In minutes Rollo was surrounded by 4 comely girls who circled him like the Indians did Custer at Little Bighorn.  They teased him by playing with his cock.  One pinched his nipples.  When his cock responded another kicked him square on his balls causing his feet to leave the ground.   The scream that came from his mouth actually scared the girls at first.  Rollo recovered by getting his feet back on the ground but not before experiencing more pain than his masochism could tolerate.  He began crying and begging for mercy.

It was then that Goddess Samantha got the girl's attention.  "Girls, you see the male swine begging for mercy.  He came here for me to torture him.  It's how he gets his rocks off.  If I let him down he will be me to whip him.  But it is I who decide what I want to do with him.  He decides nothing.  You will decide what to do with any male anywhere anytime.  This pig needed his treatment so bad he happily built our new facilities in the basement to get them.  He is not a special case.  He is just a male with his entire mind now strung up on a hook.  I can end his sex life for him with the push of a button.  He is here because he can't stay away.  He will do anything I tell him to do.  Isn't that right slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Since I know he wants a whipping I think you guys should get practice.  The closet over there is filled with fun stuff.  Pick out what you want and have as much fun with him as you want.  No mercy.  No mercy ever.  If he should pass out there are smelling salts over there.  A couple of whiffs will bring him around.  The experience will be good considering our new staff policy here.  Go to it.  I'll be back when I get back."

Polly could not wait to hit the closet.  Too bad for Rollo when she walked out with a cat-o-nine tails,  Kim selected a studded leather paddle and Anne walked from the closet directly to the terrified male hanging there and gave him several hard lashes with a stiff leather crop.  But it was Debbie who held a device in her hand puzzled as to what it did.  She could see from the slave's eyes that it did something he definitely did not want to see.

It had a dial with stops at low, medium and high.  The other dial indicated a choice between ON and PULSE.  She chose PULSE.  Then there was a button to push.  So she put the tip of the device against the slave's balls and pushed it.  The slave howled from pain, contorted his face into a gruesome mask of horror and gyrated wildly because his balls took torture every time his feet left the ground.  The girls broke out into hearty laughs.  Polly ribbed Debbie.  It's a cattle prod.  Does he look like a steer?  No way. He still has his balls.  Maybe we should change that though and raise him so they come off. 

Kim enjoyed the talk and laughter but went to work with her paddle.  The more slave Rollo screamed the harder and faster she hit him.  Polly who had been taking video shots of the proceedings put the camcorder down and took the cat she had taken from the closet and let loose on the slave's back.  As far as she was concerned she could beat him until he passed out.

Slave Rollo demanded they stop in a very authoritative adult voice.  The girls were well enough schooled to know all the authority at that moment was vested in them.  Debbie took the prod, put it on HIGH and touched it to the tip of his cock which incidentally was still rock hard.  She put her face as close to his as she could and spit in his face.  "Here's your answer slave.  We know what you are and you know what you are so how dare you tell us to do anything."

At that moment Goddess Samantha entered the room again.  She was all smiles.  "Girls what say you?  Did you learn anything?  Was it fun? The slave is still awake."

Polly confessed she is wet from all of this not only doing but watching.  Kim couldn't believe how much pain his body took and how exciting it was to have so much power.  Debbie wanted to go at him some more saying she almost came with the last touch of the prod and Anne who had spent most of her time slashing at his thighs and ass with a crop confessed she did cum but would like to again.

Goddess Samantha applauded their efforts.  She asked them to watch as the rest of the event unfolded.  She lowered the hook and had one of the girls remove the hook then his arm restraints.  He immediately dropped to his knees and began kissing feet in sort of frenzy. "He needs to display his submission girls.  Now more than ever he will do anything he is told to.  Isn't that right slave?"

The slave did not hesitate, "Yes Mistress Samantha."

Goddess Samantha had a clipboard in her hand.  She dropped it to the floor and a pen with it.  There was a legal looking document on the clipboard.  Goddess Samantha ordered him to sign it. 

The slave took the pen and signed the document instantly, expressed his gratitude and went back to showing his submission.   "Hand it to me slave."

He obeyed.

"I want all four of you to witness his signature.  I will have copies made of the document he signed for your records.  Read it.  You will know what a properly broken and trained male will do for his superior.  He is here tonight because you four girls will be responsible to help teach your sisters how to deal with male animals we will be using to serve us in this sorority house."

The slave was then herded into a cage where he was going to spend the night in spite of his vociferous protests.  He would find an excuse as he usually did to explain his absence to his wife.  She would not be so forgiving this time.

Chapter 3

The acquisition of slaves for Delta Phi began. Any member could and should recruit slaves.  Many of the girls had already identified prospects.  The idea was to the prospects to the house and let the team of Goddess Samantha, Kim, Anne, Polly and Debbie help take him.

The star was hounding Sarah forward on the University basketball team, John.  John is 6' 8" tall and built like a brick.  Half the girls in the school claim to have fucked him but not one had the same "dimensions" for the stud.  He was hot for Sarah and Sarah could not care less about him.  She was 5'5" and hated to have to strain her neck just to talk with him. To her he would make a great house slave but not sure he would be a good 24/7.  But that was not up to her.  Her job was to get the guy thinking right. 

Speaking of Sarah she was runner up homecoming queen last year and much sought after on campus by most guys.  The word out there is john has a bet that he will bed Sarah.  And john also has an ego that won't quit so failure is not something he accepts easily.  It got so she had to find a way to deal with him so she wagered him that she could arm wrestle him and win 2 out of three times.  He almost fell over laughing hysterically at even the suggestion she could take him in a contest where strength and nothing else counted.  How a 5’ 5” girl could do this was beyond his horizon so he happily took her up on it.  It did not matter what the wager would be because she could not possibly win.   In his mind she was doing this to seduce him which to him meant he won the “big” bet he made with the boys.  Was he was in for a big surprise.  The time and place had been set.  Only the wager was still not agreed upon.

Sarah waited for him to show up at the Delta house where the contest was to take place.  There was a crowd of sorority sisters wanting to see the jock go down.  But there would be no bet if Sarah could not get the wager she wanted.  She wanted John to agree to be her slave for two weeks if he lost.  She would agree to the reciprocal, be John's slave girl for the same two weeks.

John was his usual cocky self and all smiles.  He just wanted the thing to happen so he could get what he wanted.  He was ready to make any wager that pleased Sarah.  He came up with all sorts of nonsense while Sarah patiently waited for her chance to suck him in.  When John ran out of bet suggestions he started to show his frustration because any bet would do as far as he was concerned and all of his offer4ings has been so one sided to Sarah’s point of view he could not understand why none of the pleased Her.  He began thinking she was putting him on.  She had offered her incredible odds and yet she had refused to go for any of the wagers he proposed.  So he told her, “Okay, pick any bet that satisfies you, any bet.  You ain't gonna win no how."  He displayed an evil grin that was not wasted on any of the Female observers present.

Sarah calmly replied, "Fine, the bet is you are my absolute slave for two full weeks if I win and if you are lucky enough to win I will be yours but only for a week."

"That's it?  John scoffed. “Tell you what Sarah baby.  You get four weeks. I only need four days.  How's that?  Is it a bet?"

"Who could turn a deal like that down?  Kim, can you write that up on the computer in a hurry so jocko here can sign it?"

Five minutes later Kim was there with two copies of the wager.  Both participants in the contest signed both copies and game was about to begin.

Sarah led him to the dining room table, a massive solid oak piece that weighed a ton.  She put two chairs at one corner and told John to take whichever seat he wanted.  She also told him she was ready when he was. 

John, the big basketball jock that he was went to a wall and began stretching.  Sarah giggled just watching him.  When he stood next to her she looked like she was a midget.  John started getting hard just thinking of his next conquest.  This won't take but a few minutes he thought.

The two of them sat down and prepared for the first round.  They locked hands; elbows firmly on the table and when the word "GO" was uttered the first round began.  It ended almost as quickly as it started with the dumbfounded John seeing his arm smash against the dining room table with a thud.  His face reddened.  "What the hell?"  Sarah just gave him a sweet smile.

"Ready for the second go big John?" she asked sweetly.

He grunted knowing he must have screwed up somehow for what happened.  But in his mind it did not matter because with the second round, the contest would surely be tied and there would be some drama to it so all the girls looking on could get their little thingies up and watch their girl friend get whipped.  In fact John got downright arrogant.  "How about we amend our little wager?  You get 8 weeks, not four to any change for me," he laughed.

"Kimmie, make the change so super jock can sign it,” cooed Sarah with a super sweet grin on her pretty face.

“What’s a matter, don't trust me?"

"Better it's in writing jocko.  Only take a minute.  It will give you a chance to regroup,” she laughed.

Kim came back with a revised document and once again there was a signing.

"John.  Just say for the fun of it I do win.  When are you ready to start?"

John looked like he was ready to roll on the floor.  "Start?  You gotta be kidding'."  If you win I start right now.  Eight weeks I am your devoted slave.  So, may I ask the same question of you?  When are you ready to start?

"I can start right away John but you should know I am having my period.  Just started,"

John looked like he was going to have apoplexy.   "You mean I got to wait?  How long?"

"Until it is over, let’s finish this.  We can talk about my starting date if you win.  So far you are down one though."

"Okay.  Let's go," he agreed.  He wanted to get this part over with quickly anyhow.

Once again they locked hands and prepared for the "GO" signal.  It came and this time John seemed to be holding his own but so was Sarah.  Sarah started cheering "GO Johnny, GO!"  John got the wrong signal.  He knew she was trying to save face so he thought he would tease her for a few minutes before he went in for the kill.  He relaxed for a split second and boom it was over.  This time Sarah slammed his arm down hard and held it down.  Polly, who was making a video tape of the entire proceedings including all the rhetoric of course put down Her camcorder and joined Anne had a chain collar and lock ready while Debbie readied a set of hand-cuffs.

John was so stunned it took almost nothing for both the handcuffs and collar to find their way to the appropriate spots on his now slave body.  Sarah waited for the cheers to subside.  Kim slid a black leather hood over his head depriving him of sight and sound.  He was immediately led downstairs past the storage area, through his new living quarters into the "Attitude Realignment" room.  He paid almost no attention to what was happening to him until his cell door slammed shut.  His hands were firmly bound behind him.  The cold steel chain on his neck warmed but still made known of its presence.  Slave Rollo was warned not to speak.  A hood was placed on his head.  It was good he knew he was not the only slave in this house.  He also knew he would heed the need for silence. 

John would stay there for a while until he reconciled his dilemma in his mind.  He has faced upsets but never one like this.  The girls made sure he had his copy of the wager to read in his spare time but the hood and the lights out precluded this anyhow.  He would have his time to do this so he could further reconcile his new role with the arrogant wager he made and lost.  From time to time it was possible to faintly hear him screaming his head off to let him out.  The screams would fall on deaf ears.

Later that evening Sarah and Anne paid john a visit.  He was calmer now.  He began trying to convince his captors he was only kidding about the whole thing. 

Sarah glared at him coldly.  "Bullshit.  You are my slave and you had better get with the program or I may not be so nice by tomorrow. Better read the document you signed.  You wouldn't want to be charged with a penalty for poor sportsmanship now, would you?" she said snidely.  “Come to my voice and I’ll remove your hood if you promise to be a good slave.”

He managed to get to the cell door and Sarah un-zipped the hood and removed it.  “The wager you signed is on your bunk.  Read it slave.”

He took the paper in his hand, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at her.

Sarah smiled calmly.  "We punish slaves for that." and she and Anne walked away, turned off the lights.  A call was as made to john's roommate that he would be detained for a few days.  The guy was totally unconcerned.

The following morning john was beginning to panic.  No one came down to check on him and he was starving.  He had no dinner, no snack and so far no breakfast.  When Kim came down to see how he was doing he began whining that he was hungry. 

"You are a slave who is not behaving.  When you begin to act like the slave you are you may get something to eat but not until then. 

You have eight weeks less a half day to go and we are patient.  Oh yes.  Sarah has transferred your bet to the benefit of Delta Phi so now you have 81 Mistresses to please."  She smiled, turned her back on him in spite of his pleading, shut off the lights and left. 

John stared down his captors for two whole days.  Sarah paid a visit to him accompanied by Polly and explained; until he performed as a slave his time would simply be extended because a bet is a bet.  And eight weeks of his servitude was the bet and she fully inte4nded to enforce this.  She ordered him to begin complying by stripping naked.  He complained he couldn't because of the handcuffs.  She threw him the key and told him to take them off and for him to toss the key and handcuff set out from his cell.  He whined he couldn’t do it behind his back. 

Sarah was very aware of his athletic quickness and not about to prejudice her power over him.  She had him move his body to the cell bars.  She put a small chain through his collar and locked it to one of the bars.  Though he could turn it would have to be very slowly.  She unlocked his handcuffs.  “Now strip naked slave.”

Stripping naked with a girl present meant to him he was going to get something.  That was he his male reasoning it now.  They all want him as a sex slave he thought.  This might not be so bad after all.  He stripped off all of his clothing.  “Now turn and face me slave,” she commanded.

He obeyed.  What Sarah and Polly saw was shocking to her.  His cock was tiny.  She began laughing and began ridiculing his small little cock.

John turned red.  And while he did his cock grew to almost 6" hard.  But it was throbbing, even oozing pre-cum.  Polly scoffed, “Maybe that's why he always wore tight pants.”

Sarah unlocked the chain that held him to the cell door bar and let him walk about his cell hoping he would understand how futile it was to argue with his captors.

She tossed a pair of unlocked shackles for his legs and ordered him to put them on.  There was but 4” of chain that joined them together.  He likely saw it as a way to get out of the cell and obediently put them on and closed the lock hasps to secure them.  “Now these cuffs,” that she tossed through the bars to him, picked them up doing a bunny hop to get to them and promptly tossed them back out to her.  "That's all right slave.  Your eight weeks hasn't started yet but sooner or later you will want to eat, won't you?"  She turned and left, once again shutting off the lights.

The next day Goddess Samantha had enough of this asshole and decided they were going to show him who was boss today.  Six girls were ready to take the fool on.  They would take him down in his cell if need be and chain his arms then spend as much time as it took to break this mule into an obedient slave.

Sarah, Anne, Polly, Kim, Debbie and Nicole approached his cell.  They set up a small table near his cell.  Two of the girls had trays loaded with good hot food.   They had a small party, eating, drinking and making jokes, many about him.  At first he was furious but as he smelled the food his stomach got the better of him. And he began begging for just a few small bites.  They paid no attention.  His pleading continued, Nicole told him to keep quiet and accept he lost a bet and to begin to make good on it. 

Kim stood up, took a small morsel of food from her plate and approached the cell.  Polly and Anne had their hands on cattle prods just in the event john got ambitious.  She ordered him to his knees and to put his arms behind his back.   He instantly dropped to his knees and complied.   “Now beg slave.”

John began begging in earnest.  “Kiss my foot slave.”  Kim kicked off her sandal extended her bare foot to him.  He kissed without hesitation.  She let him do this for a short period then told him to stop.  “Open your mouth slave.  You were just a good boy, weren’t you?”  She dropped the morsel into his mouth and he hungrily consumed it.  But he had not eaten in days and was starved.  Anne came to the cell with two doggie bowls.  One was filled with water.  The other had a can full of Alpo in it.  She placed it just inside the cell and ordered him to eat.  He looked at it with disgust but his hunger prevailed and he began eating the food from the bowl looking just like any other big dog.  The girls all smiled happily.  Their slave was coming around.

He cleaned the bowl and lapped up some water.  He seemed refreshed.  They wanted him out of the cell and ready for training.  Only they knew he was big and very strong.  But they felt with all their girl power they could manage him, especially since his legs were somewhat limited by the shackles.  They prepared themselves for any effort he may make, Anne with a harsh training whip and Polly with a cattle prod.

They ordered him to lie on his back with his hands straight up in the air.  When he was fully on his back they opened the cell door and all of them piled in surrounding him.  Anne gave him a few quick lashes with her whip while the other girls pinned his arms and cuffed them.  Polly gave him quick shot with her prod on his now quite stiff puny cock.  He seemed to know he was defeated and made no effort to resist.  It is possible he was weakened considerably from his two day fast as his meal had not yet found its way into his digestive tract.

They made him come to his feet and slowly maneuvered him just below the hoist.  The hook was lowered and placed on the handcuff chain.  The signal was given and the electronic winch hoisted his arms upward to the point where he had to stand on his toes.  He began pleading to let him go.  "It was a joke.  Only a joke," he cried.

Goddess Samantha told him, "Slave, we have it all on tape.  It was no joke.  You thought you would take Sarah in a heartbeat never realizing she is the best at arm wrestling.  You are big, tall I mean.  With that little thing between your legs I wonder why we even have you here.  But you are going to learn how to behave and serve as our slave.  So get used to it."

She turned to the five girls, “Put a cock ring on his little thing" adding "if you can find one that small.  Then we will begin teaching this wimp what it is like being a slave.  I want every girl in the house to participate.  Select five whips and give every girl her choice, five lashes each.  If he needs another round after that give it to him.  When he begins behaving he starts his 8th week."  Goddess Samantha picked up a cat-o-nine tails and began whipping John severely.  Though he was athletic he was unable to thwart the powerful blows that began to rip at his body. 

Chapter 4

One by one the Delta sisters took their turns taming john.  All were surprised at how small his cock was compared to his size.  John was huge everywhere else.  What was certain was word would get out and the Delta girls would have photos to prove it.  After all, the girls on campus were always made the subject of the male population’s alleged conquest list whether it was true or not.  At least this would be true and also would not be the last time a male would be brought down to his true self.

Almost all had never used a whip on anyone.  Some were squeamish at first.  That is why the foursome of Kim, Anne, Polly and Debbie were charged with supervising john’s degradation.  The plan was to always have three coeds in the Attitude Realignment room, now called “AR” for short, at a time with one Delta member lashing john while two other looked on.  As a girl would finish her turn, the one of the foursome who was supervising at the time would give her the key to the Slave’s Quarters, referred to as the “SQ”  [renamed from “servant’s quarters in the spirit of calling a spade an spade] so another girl could gain entry to the “AR” for her turn.

Whipping was a serious matter at the Delta House because discipline was essential to manage the slave population serving them. Slaves had to know they had 81 Female bosses that expected obedience and respect.  The foursomes in charge were expected to instruct each and every Delta with correct procedure.  This meant knowing how to aim at their target and hit what one was aiming at, where to hit and not to, what was enough force for the subject of the whipping to get the message he was intended to get from the whips.  And as time progressed the girls would get instruction on other unpleasant ways to convince a slave he had better shape up.  “Mercy” was a topic of discussion because it had to be emphasized Delta’s gave none ever.

As novices the whippers selected their whip or whips Kim, Polly, Anne or Debbie would explain each whip’s design to them and what was expected from them.  Each was informed the five on the table were but a small sampling of their inventory in the closet.  Most first lashes were wimpy.  They were not counted in the girl’s five.  In fact none were counted until each girl got the knack of bringing their whip with proper minimum force onto john’s body.  What turned out being interesting to the supervising girls was that almost every girl ended up with a wet crotch before she finished administering her full turn.  That was a very good omen to Goddess Samantha when it was reported to her.  Under ordinary circumstances a slave’s mouth would be used to satisfy his or another tormentor but there was but one slave and 81 girls that had to put him in his place.   No one expected slave john to be able to cope with all 81.  Only Goddess Samantha knew he would whether he coped or not.

After the second girl had completed her turn john was wailing away begging for them to let him down and to stop whipping him.  It was explained to him he had to be patient and that soon he would not care so much.  In fact they told him he would appreciate the attention he was getting from all the girls with the thought that he would be providing enjoyment to them that would be pleasing.  After just two girls and 10 or more lashes he had not yet reached that point.

As the hours passed his body became a twisted web of red and purple welts growing more numerous by the hour.  Kim who was in charge at one moment slapped him several times on his ass to obtain a reaction.  He jumped at the slightest touch.  She smiled because he was getting closer to his moment of capitulation.

She was hoping the rules committee would finish promulgating “Slave’s Rules of Behavior” before john surrendered completely.  He should know what is expected of him and so should every girl in the house.  Most girls liked fondling his small dick when they finished their turn then either smacking it or squeezing his balls hard enough for him to wince.  That this big jock was their plaything was beyond their imagination. 

They all began anticipating that this was going to be a great school year.  Some even began complaining the SQ was too small and they would not have enough slaves to go around and serve them as they all began dreaming they would like.  Goddess Samantha always countered we will always have enough when we know how many that is.  That Goddess Samantha said it always dealt with the complainant.

From time to time Goddess Samantha made her way down to the AR to check on John and how things were going.  John was given water from time to time but not fed.  On her third trip down there she decided john should begin ingesting Delta nectar.  She took a cup and peed into it.  Kim put a straw in the cup and john was ordered to drink it.  At first he did not like the taste and stopped sucking it into his mouth.  Goddess Samantha expected this giving him a huge slap on his face.  He shook his head.

“Open your mouth slave.”  John obeyed.  Nicole had to stand on a step stool to get to where his mouth was so it was in reasonable alignment to hers then let go a wad of saliva into it.  He coughed for a minute.   She offered him the cup full of urine.  He began sipping it slowly but continued until it was all gone.  Kim took the cup and filled it with hers but she stood up on the step stool, grabbed his nose and held it tight forcing his head back.  He had to open his mouth to breathe and when he did she poured most of the cup of piss down his gullet.  Though he coughed and sputtered for a second or two he managed it down.

A few of the coeds in the room at the time thought what their two leader girls did was disgusting.  “Really?” Quipped Nicole, She told the girl to pee in the cup.  She did what she was asked to do. When she was done Nicole asked her to feed it to John.

She was hesitant but only until it started going down into his mouth did she feel the significance to this.  John was drinking the waste product of his superior.  In essence accepting that his superior is entitled to use him as she saw fit,  And when he accepts that he is to be a toilet if his desires it Mistresses then that is what he will do without question.  Nicole knew the word would get around and everyone will want to piss in john’s mouth.

By mid afternoon 22 girls had their turn with a whip, John was becoming more and more subdued.  He began obeying every command instantly.  When his cock was ridiculed he would hang his head in shame.  Yet he still was not broken 100% but it was time to see how he would perform being used as a slave.  The hook was lowered.  Kim removed the cuffs from his arms and made him place his arms behind him then reinstalled them. 

She walked him over to the large bondage table.  Whatever happens to John in his life going forward her will never forget.  Kim was readying him for Ginny, a Delta girl with a special skill she had acquired last summer in a seashore establishment.  She was an A+ student in the commercial art school. 

She would tattoo the words “PROPERTY OF” then the Greek symbols for DELTA and PHI on his left ass cheek in addition to one on his left hand that had the DELTA PHI Greek letters plus a number.  The number was the Julian day of his enslavement.  For instance 36787 is September 18, 2000.  John will bear that number along with the sorority letters for life.

Sarah came down to witness the moment.  Slave john didn’t have a clue to what was happening.  He was strapped to the table face down with his left arm extended some and firmly tied to the table.  Ginny sauntered in with a beer in her hand.  She shared a sip with both Sarah and Kim.  After examining slave john’s ass she used a marker to lay out the tattoo.  An hour later Ginny was all done.  She would carry her tools upstairs to do another and add one number to the Julian day of her next “client.”

Upstairs the already naked Professor Johnson was readied.  He would receive his tattoos.

When he realized what was going to happen to him he was already was tied down on the dining room table covered with sheets of course and could do nothing about it.   When Ginny finished she stood back and admired her work.  It really was perfect.  She wanted to know when she could fuck him.  She was promised she would have ample opportunity but that a show was going to start shortly and she should stick around to see it all.

When Ginny had done her handiwork it was time to bring slave john up to meet Professor Johnson and Professor Johnson to say hello to john.  A large number of girls were on hand to witness the event.  A hood was put over slave john’s head as he was led upstairs to the living room where the event was to take place.  A large plastic painting throwaway tarp was place on the floor.  Slave john was made to lie on his back.  Sarah petted his cock to get it up while pledge Abigail was given the honors to do the same with Professor Johnson. 

“It’s time professor.  Does a good job or you know what will happen?”

Professor Johnson lowered himself over slave john and took the head of his cock in his mouth.  The girls hooted and jeered.  Abigail guides Professor Johnson’s pecker into slave johns.  When slave john balked a few well-placed kicks resolved this and he began sucking the cock in his mouth in earnest.  Actually both males on the floor were beginning to enjoy what was happening as they seemed to suck harder and faster, massaging each other’s cocks until slave john exploded into the professor’s mouth.

“Lick it all up pig.  We don’t want a mess here.”  The professor obeyed while slave john was really going at it.  The professor started to hump john’s mouth.  Abigail picked up the whip Kim had laid on a table and started flailing the professor’s ass.  When the professor let go semen squirted out of all sides of slave john’s mouth.  The professor was ordered to clean up slave john.  He knew better by now to refuse anything he was told to do.

Several girls wanted to take the professor to the AR but it was time to dismiss him.  Polly held up a videocassette and let him know everything he did is on tape.  Debbie suggested when he is summoned he come quickly.  No excuses would be permitted and retaliation for disobedience would be swift and devastating.    He was told that Delta members all wore their Delta pins every day and when he saw one he was to be amenable to any of their needs.  He was allowed to dress and leave.  He couldn’t depart from Delta Phi house fast enough.

John replaced the professor.  His ass was lubed with K-Y jelly.  The girls drew numbers except that Sarah got to go first and if slave John became permanent she would always have first dibs at him.  Six strap-on dildos were distributed.  The one who drew first would get the smallest one so the dildo size would be bigger with each successive user.

While the dildos were from small to larger none were small.  Sarah had a black 8” 2” diameter one.  She had slave john suck it briefly for the effect.  No question he was very subdued by now.  He knew he was about to be raped by the girl who defeated and placed him in his current situation.  He offered no resistance. 

Sarah withdrew the cock from his mouth, lubed it and placed it up against his virgin hole.  She pushed gently.  Slave john squirmed so she pushed it in further.  It was clear he was experiencing some pain.  Then she withdrew it very slowly and with all the power she could muster rammed it into him so hard he nearly fell over.  He would have had not several girls held him anyhow just to be sure he would behave.  It was clear he was experiencing pain.

“How does it feel slave?  Now you know what it is like having a cock rammed into a girl’s pussy in an uncaring way as most of you asshole jocks seem to enjoy doing.  Well jocko, I am enjoying this.  I don’t give a shit if you aren’t.”  And she began pounding him with a vengeance.  He screamed a few times but ended up crying like a two-year-old kid.  Abigail couldn’t help but give him a few swift lashes on his back if nothing else but to give him something to cry about.  She liked doing it.

A pretty brunette wearing cutoffs and nothing on top or her feet followed Sarah.  She had never done this before but one would never know it.  Her dildo was 9” long with a 2 1/8” diameter and it was dark purple.  She didn’t want to use any lure and didn’t.  Slave john reacted violently letting out a shriek that curdled the skin on several girls watching.  Nonetheless the girls were cheering her on.  She was very vivid with her expressions through.  It was easy to see when she had an orgasm.  She lit up and screamed with passion but never let up on the slave’s ass.

Ginny got her reward 3rd.  She was an old hand at this and took her 9” 2 2/8” thick dildo and worked it in sort of rhythmically.  Then she rode him like she was posting on a trotting horse.  You could see the pleasure she was having throughout her experience.  When she withdrew, dismounted would be a better description she first took a long look at her handiwork on the slave’s ass then patted him on his right cheek and yelled out, “Next.”

By the time the 6th girl had gang raped the big jock slave he knew what it was like to have been on the receiving end of a gang bang, it would give him something to think about for the rest of the evening and through the night?  But he was not through just yet.

He was to get his first lesson on proper cunnilingus.  Few males had a clue to what made a woman enjoy sex.  He would learn to please.  Naturally Sarah, the one who mastered him, was first again.  She made him crawl to her.  Kim made him halt for a second so she could attach a leash to him.  In case he did anything funny a good hard pull would end his mischief.  Sarah sat in a big wing back chair looking like an empress. 

She was totally naked.  Her forefinger pointed to her feet.  Slave john bowed his head low and began to lavish her feet.  Not only was there no resistance to his submission but he became more like a man on a mission.  His cock small as it was hung stiff and was dripping in spite of his huge orgasm at the hands, more properly mouth, of Professor Johnson.  She looked down at him and watched him patiently as his tongue went into ever crevasse between her toes, her heels, instep and foot.  He was worshipping her with passion.  “Higher slave, up my legs,” She barely whispered to him.

He complied working his way up her very slender shapely legs with her sex.  “Now slave” she whispered.  He began licking her pussy.   She directed his lips to her clit and encourages him to suck while licking her as fast as he could.  He was trying hard to please her and for the first time since she knew him she appreciated her new slave.  He brought her to multiple orgasms while onlookers were rubbing their pussies hoping they would be next.  But the honors went to the dildo girls of the night.   Later when they were just hanging out with a beer they all confessed slave john learned quickly and made a toast that future slaves be his equal. 

It was time to put slave john to bed.  Tomorrow two more recruits would be in the house.  One thought he was the world’s best card player.  The other believed he was unbeatable in chess.   Maybe they were but not one of the Delta Phi’s thought so and all were anxious to bring the two down.  Both were ostensibly big men on campus. 

Slave john would not go to bed thinking he was fully acclimated to his new life.  He really wasn’t certain it was a new life because he knew he had to do two weeks and that was all.  The girls had other ideas of course.   Plus he was going to have to deal with the tattoos.  Imagine the ribbing he would get in the locker room shower after an intense game and where he was sweated up good.  What would his teammates say about the “Property of D P in Greek letters?”  And would he hide his left hand as well?  The Deltas did not want him to cower from their markings; just accept them and what they represented, slavery.”

In the AR a doggie bowl of Alpo was given to him and a bowl of water.  Water?  It was a collective from several girls.  Water was out for the slave.  Tomorrow his whipping would resume.  Hopefully tomorrow night he would have company.  Company he could not ever speak with.  Goddess Samantha was disappointed the Rules Committee had still not come up with rules that governed the slaves’ behavior.  If they did not act shortly she would.

Slave john finished his food, licking his bowl clean.  He would spend this night in a cage.

Tomorrow he would meet the male slave who constructed the facilities in the basement and perhaps witnesses the degradation and enslavement of two others from the same source of supply he came from.

It would be fully two weeks until he would occupy a bunk in the SQ, the place where full time permanent Delta Phi slaves were housed.

Chapter 5

Goddess Samantha was up very early on this particular morning.  She wanted to see slave john and how he was progressing and had a case of the hornies.  She woke him up, unlocked his cage and had him crawl to the center of the room.  His arms were cuffed behind his back and his legs were shackled and chained close to each other.  She saved her morning constitutional for him meaning slave John would be introduced to one of the three human toilets slave Rollo had installed. These were done exactly per her instructions.  For one there was a real drain system under the chairs.  A slave, once installed in two of them had no way out by himself.  The third, the one that had the riser was designed so a slave could enter or leave it himself.  If it became desirable to make sure he stayed in it there were metal eyes embedded into the tiled concrete floor to lock him to.

Slave john was leashed and led to the slave bathroom facilities.  In addition to three toilets an Army barracks type urinal was installed that could take as many as four slaves side by side but the reason for the thing is that slaves could pee with an erection without harming anything due to the design of the urinal.  With his cock standing straight out he let go a forceful stream as if he was aiming at a target on the back of the waste appliance.  Goddess Samantha just stood there watching him.  The slave showed no embarrassment.  Nor did he show anything but docile submission.

Goddess Samantha reckoned the number of attractive girls that had an opportunity to whip him and play with his genitals yesterday helped shaped his mind and brought him to the reality that he was inferior.  At least to them, He already knew today would be no different.  While he was peeing Goddess admired the tattoo on his ass cheek.  Perfect she thought.  He hasn't seen it yet.

When he was done peeing she led him to one of the new human toilets.  He had no ideas what it was but he obeyed and lay on his back.  A button on the side of the arm made the bottom of the chair open like a door.  She had him shimmy back into the cavern that was created when the door opened.  She pushed the button again and the door closed and a rubber thing bound him in tightly.  She raised the seat revealing a toilet seat.  She looked down at the face of the jock and spit at him a few times to show her contempt for him.  After all he was 6' 8" tall, weighed over 250 pounds of pure muscle and he was reduced to a slave by a 5' 5" Female.  And the way he was behaving today he would be a permanent slave and adore every one of his 81 Mistress Owners.

Goddess Samantha sat on the toilet seat and let go a nice stream of urine into the slave's waiting face.  At first he struggled, dealing with it but soon began gobbling it down.  She blew him several healthy farts and sat there to keep its odor stinging his nostrils.  How much more degrading can it be having a Female peeing on your face and farting, making another smell it at its most powerful stage, fresh from her ass.  While she was sitting there she took her foot and put pressure on his balls.  When he complained she raised her foot and smashed into his balls with her heel.  That brought a loud scream from him causing him to draw his legs up trying to reach his chin to ease the horrendous pain.

She rose from the chair, pushed the button to release him and had him slide out from the toilet. The button next to it flushed the toilet like it was a regular one cleaning any residue that remained.  It was an ingenious appliance.  Slave Rollo could be useful.  She had ordered him to be at the basement entrance at 9:00am.  She decided maybe 8 bunks were inadequate.  There was room for 8 more and hoped slave Rollo could figure out how to put in 10.  The complaints had registered and there was no reason not to expand this while slave Rollo was available.

The slave was taken to one of the horses and made to place his body on it.  She took his collar and hooked it to a chain that kept his head down and where it was.  Her dildo was considerably larger than the ones the girls used.

She would have slave Rollo build a small platform that could be easily dragged to the horses if one had a giant like slave john who the girls wanted to fuck. She had to use a step stool which made it a wee bit too high but doable.

She strapped on her 10" purple monster and walked around the back of the horse so the slave could see what was coming.  He stared in terror.  She liked seeing a male sucking cock so slave john did a deep throat to satisfy the Queen Lady.  He knew of Goddess Samantha.  She was the only one on campus he was in awe of, even scared of.  He knew he was being screwed in the ass by a super Woman.  He took in her nakedness and began to drool.  His little peter was spurting pre-cum by the gallon.  It caused Goddess Samantha to smile that he had such a strong sexual reaction to her presence.

She circled him a few times like a cat about to take its prey.  Then with skill she maneuvered her big stick to his waiting asshole.  No lube for this one.  When she was done she literally will have reamed him a new asshole, one that could easily take a fist.  He was big and she wanted to give him a fuck he would long remember.  She positioned the tip of the dildo barely into his asshole.  She grabbed the sides of the horse and with all her might rammed her cock home.  It tore up his insides.  If his head was not tied down she would have landed on her ass with him on top of her, likely with the dildo still in his asshole.  Instead all he could do is cry out from the pain and gyrate to ameliorate it some. 

She waited until he settled down and began pumping the big stick into him.  As his bowel expanded to accommodate the cock and fluids began building up that helped lube it; slave john began pumping matching her thrusts to maximize her and his pleasure because he was being transformed from terror to delight.  He had not yet been given any self-control training.  And he was about to cum all over the horse and environs.  She was enjoying a plethora of rapid nice orgasms, six in all before she pulled out of him.  It was as the dildo was being withdrawn that he sighed and blew his wad in an uncontrolled explosion spraying his semen all over the horse and around it.  Goddess Samantha had rarely seen so much from one male orgasm.  With all that jism coming from him he was more than likely spent.  When she looked he was still hard. 

Small but hard, she unchained his collar from the horse and bid him follow her.  She sat on the chair/toilet, spread her legs and told him to clean her.  He did more than that and she did not stop him.  Apparently he caught on well to Sarah’s training because he gave pretty good head and stayed with it until she had enough.  It was so good Goddess Nicole patted his head with approval.  The slave reacted to this by coming again on the tile floor.  The slave was so excited he pleased his superior he came spontaneously from the emotion.  The slave was ready for specific training.  He would not challenge his Mistresses ever again.

She had him kneel in the center of the room with his forehead on the floor.  She was very surprised how compliant he was. It was unusual for a male to accept degradation and slavery to a Female so easily.  She took a can of Alpo from a shelf, opened it and dumped the contents into what is now slave john's bowl. 

After she put it on the floor he automatically placed his face over it.  Goddess slipped her now bare foot between his face and the bowl letting her toes touch the food.  "Lick it off slave."

In a flash he had his mouth engulfing her toes with his tongue bathing every square inch of them.  She liked the feel of his tongue, which incidentally is considerably larger than most, sliding over her skin pleasantly massaging them.  She pulled it back when she thought he had cleaned her foot and let him eat.  There was nothing like seeing a huge male like slave john eating dog food out of a dog bowl.

Soon Anne would be down to mentor the slave's discipline and slave Rollo would show at the Bilco door.  She was going to use him for pleasure but of course take care of business first.  He would see the parade of good looking Delta girls reducing slave john to a whining servile wimp, then join the slave for a little of his own.  The girls would love some older flesh to pummel. 

That evening she hoped both cells would be occupied with two new prospects.  She planned on keeping slave Rollo over night in a cage next to slave john.  He would squeal like a stuck pig to no avail. 

She wanted to try out the new voice replication system that was part of the AR.  Rollo would call his home 5 minutes after 3:00mp, a time when an answering machine would take his call. Because his wife went to pick up the kids, to take them to some after school activity, he would tell her he would be out of town on a sudden emergency.  It was not unusual for this to happen. The message would be recorded between 9:00a and 10:00a.   For a while Goddess Samantha would call his office only to be told he was out of town on an emergency.  Probably with some hooker somewhere, But no hooker tonight, slave Rollo would be the slut for the evening.

Anne came down at precisely 9:00am.  Goddess Samantha helped her change slave john's cuffs to bring his hands in front of him so he could be hoisted as he was yesterday to be was ready for the girls whose turn it was to whip his flesh.  They heard the Bilco doors swing open and there was a short knock on the basement door.  It was slave Rollo.  As he walked in Goddess Samantha surprised him with a monster slap across his face.  "You kneel, pig of a slave when you are in my presence."  Slave john saw it and looked at slave Rollo bug eyed.  He thought they even took an older guy like him.

Slave Rollo dropped to his knees.  Goddess Samantha kicked a box to him for him to put his clothes in.  "Everything off as usual slave,” When he complied she had him crawl to a cage and made him enter it.  He had a front row seat to get a preview of what he would look like in a short time.  Goddess Samantha wanted breakfast.

Goddess Samantha left.  On her way upstairs the first three members were coming down to begin their contribution to the taming of slave john.  Some would get a piece of slave Rollo who had a big, very big surprise in store for him.

The three girls in the AR listened intently to Anne as she explained the whip design, purpose of each etc.   An exquisite girl with flaming red hair told of her dreams and fantasies, that she had male slaves serving her all kinds of way and that she frequently beat them either because they pissed her off or she just wanted to.  She confessed her pussy was wet just thinking about this.  Regina O’Doul selected the meanest whip on the table.

Anne made note of her selection as she had all others and pointed to the best places on the slave's body for her to target.  Slave john's body still showed marks from his yesterday's ordeal.  He needed more even though he already was showing complete surrender. 

The pretty redhead flicked the wicked whip several times then faced the slave.  Her arm raised and let loose a lash that moved the slave's body two feet before it slipped back to where it was.

"AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"  Slave john's face screwed up into a grimace.  Regina licked her lips readying her whip for the next blow.  Her movement was fluid and graceful as she brought the whip with nine tails square across his back.  This time he screamed even louder and began gyrating as if he was trying to run away.  Anne was scribbling notes.  Regina would be an excellent slave controller or trainer.  Realizing the power the girl was bringing to the body of the slave Anne asked if she would not want to try another whip.  Regina shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure, why not?"  She finished her turn laying three lashes on slave john's ass that raised welts the size of a sausage.  She ran her hands over her handiwork then played with his cock for a few minutes before slapping his balls as hard as she could.

Slave Rollo could not believe these young girls could be so vicious.  The next girl, Penny had a bit of difficulty laying into the slave as Regina had just done.  Anne did not count a single stroke until she began swinging with all her might.  The slave was pleading and begging for them to stop but Anne set the example by appearing blasé.  She calmly explained why mercy was a flawed concept when it came to slaves.  She used a big cat trainer's technique as an example.  Their whip is always ready.  It took a lot of pain to teach a cat he must obey. 

While a slave is not nearly as dangerous as a big cat such as a lion or tiger he can be lethal.  Because we give no mercy ever to a slave he becomes conditioned to avoid what he knows will come if he does anything but obey his superiors.  That is how we want our slaves, as dirt under our feet.  The girls all nodded their understanding.  And there was understanding because the next two girls showed no mercy.  Anne thought to do her explanation to each group of three girls.  She used the digital recording system to record it and when Kim came down to relieve her she showed her what she did.  Kim followed through knowing there had to be almost as much training to the girls as to the slaves.

Slave Rollo watched the parade of girls.  He saw them lash the slave's body to shreds offering not an iota of mercy.  There was no question these girls had picked up on the concept of Female Supremacy to a person.  He knew Goddess Samantha wanted more work done to both the SQ and the AR.  That is what he thought he was summoned for.  It was.  Plus he had a surprise coming to him.

When the 21st girl had her turn with slave john he was taken to a cage and slave Rollo was hauled out of his.  After watching each sadistic girl one after another lash into the other male slave's body he knew what was in store for him, or so he thought.  Polly and Debbie showed up with Ginny.  Ginny was giddy at the idea of doing Rollo who had a juicy fat ass she could ride forever if given a chance.  He was dragged to the table and strapped down. 

When slave Rollo realized what was going to be done to him he flew into a rage.  He strained at his straps but could not budge an inch.  The girls had him hog tied so to speak.  Ginny cautioned him not to move even a smidgen.  She told him he would end up with the tattoo either way but she wanted it perfect and would take it out on him after she was done if he did move.  She went about her work and did produce a perfect marking.

Polly had been petitioning for a branding iron saying it was quicker and longer lasting.  It was clear to everyone that she wanted to smell burning flesh when the branding iron cut into human flesh.  Goddess Samantha could see no harm and authorized its purchase because Ginny only had two years to go before she graduated and left school.  However she had already began training a freshman, Abigail.  Too bad Abigail was in class this morning but there would be plenty of time to teach her the ropes.  And every year one or two more girls would learn this trade because the tattoos were pretty as far as most girls were concerned.

Slave Rollo's tattoos were finished.  He was livid about the one on his hand.  He would learn why it is there.  He was strung up much like slave john was and another parade of girls began to whip him.  By now the recording had been enlarged as a training disk for future classes of Delta girls.  Polly, the video specialist, it being her chosen future profession decided to make a training tape describing each kind of whip and showing techniques how to use it.  Most girls who came down now had seen the tape and did not need the explanation but went right at it.  They all bought into the realization they were superior and the necessity of offering no mercy no matter the circumstances. 

Debbie was now mentoring slave Rollo's whipping.  She kept her eyes on his cock, which was hard throughout his ordeal.  The girls were cautioned to stay away from his tattoo, which they all did.  It was also strange how they played with his genitals after they beat him.  Most took his large ball sac and squeezed it until he said "uncle."   Then they would slap his cock very hard and spit in his face.  This degrading procedure got to slave Rollo.  He was becoming more and more subdued.

When Goddess Samantha came into the room she said it was time for slave Rollo to get his instruction for modifying and improving both the AR and SQ.  A leash was attached to him and he followed GODDESS' lead where she went.  He was given a pad and pencil and wrote down everything she wanted nodding approval meaning it would be done as she wished no bullshit needed or wanted.  When this had been completed he was told to kneel in the center of the room forehead to the floor and stay that way.

"We have a little surprise for you."

A TV was rolled in front of him that had a built in VCR. A video tape bearing the title on it of "Prepared by Robertson P. I.; Tape 1, R Bernicci, July 3, 2009 through August 5, 2009," was inserted.  The voice of Private Investigator Robertson described what was occurring on the tape.  Slave Rollo was made to raise his bodies and sits on his heels to watch the tape.  As it played his face grew redder and redder. 

Mrs. Bernicci had long suspected her Rollo of philandering in adulterous affairs.   Not with just one woman but many.  With those women he was not the submissive slave Rollo.  Much the opposite, he used women who he employed and wives of workers who needed their jobs badly.  It was as if he needed Goddess Samantha to cleanse his sins.  Mrs. Bernicci would know by the message on her answering machine that Rollo was in the Delta house and that Goddess Samantha would extract revenge for her.  What she did not know was how.  She would be delighted when she learned what did happen.

When the tape ended slave Rollo's face looked like a lobster.  It was so red it was comical.  Delta Phi's charter allows for what is known as "Pre-admittance pledge", "PAP" for short.  It was for a girl the sorority believed was special and who they wanted in the sorority before she actually entered college.  Naturally it had to be a girl who lived in the area.  They offered such a program to a high school senior by the name of Zoe Bernicci.  This was of course with her mother's approval.  Zoë was to be inducted as a PAP at lunchtime.  All her contemporaries in high school being selected by Delta Phi would envy her. For this honor.  She was also prepared to extract vengeance for her mother for the purpose of training her father to proper behavior. She had seen the tape and had cried.  Her mother and Goddess Samantha counseled her.  There would be change including in the ownership of Bernicci Construction.  Goddess Samantha would mentor her every second to be sure she succeeded.  She was going to make her father a permanent slave to her and her mother.  He would be available to Goddess Samantha and Delta Phi on an as needed basis as well.

Imagine slave Rollo's face when pledge Zoe was ushered into the AR with a single tail whip in her hand and a gaze of hatred in her eyes.  He tried to stand up and go to her but he was slammed to the floor and his head pinned until Zoe came to him. "Take off my shoes slave," she barked.  Her father knew he had better obey her.  "Show me who is master now slave."

He placed his head over her feet and began kissing them, at first tentatively then with passion.  When Zoe had enough she wanted him strung up.  As he was raised into position he began apologizing for all the things he did.

She stared at him coldly, "That is what was.  Now we will begin what will be.  Do you know what that is slave?"

All he could do is plead with her that he will be different.

"She snarled at impudence.  "Different?  You just don't know how different.  You are here as a slave.  Look at you crawling on your knees.  That is what you are here.  That is what you will be from now on.  You will get no mercy from mom or me.  Even Ruth, your younger daughter will have a slave.  It is you pig.  You will wait on us hand and foot. I will beat you every day to be sure you know who you are.  I have papers here you will sign today.  You will own nothing.  You will be kept here until all the necessary changes in ownership of everything have been completed.  I will come here every day as a pledge and whip you until you show me the respect I demand and the way you are now is only a start."

He stammered in disbelief.  She smiled and began taking her just desserts.  Polly videotaped the entire event.  When Zoe saw him slump, almost passed out, she nodded to Debbie who dropped him like a sack of potatoes to the floor.  Zoe shoved her bare foot to his mouth.  He began licking it like a dog.  The clipboard with the agreements on it was handed to her.  She dropped it to the floor.  "Sign slave.  Sign all seven documents."

Slave Rollo took the pen and began reading the first document.  The whiplash landed across his back sending him sprawling.  Zoe kicked him and repeated, "SIGN slave.  NOW!"

Slave Rollo got the message this time.  He found the signature line on each document and signed.  He did not notice the presence of Mistress Cindy, housemother and Notary Public.

Chapter 6

Each male visitor came separately.   One came to whip Doreen Lewis in a game of Gin Rummy.  He was a Phi Sigma fraternity brother by the name of Roger Lang, feared for his extraordinary skills at the game.  He has never lost since he has been on campus.  He is a junior so that said a lot.  On a recent date with Doreen he did everything he could to get into her pants.    His frustration over his failure led him to his wager.  She demanded absolute slavery for two months against two days.  His throbbing cock guided him to accept her challenge.  Besides he would deal with her in short order.

Bill Kramer, campus chess champion followed Roger Lang by ten minutes.  He had a similar wager with a stunning redhead.  Like Roger his goals were similar and he too agreed to the bizarre wager based on one chess game.  Regina O’Doul did not participate in competitive chess at the university mostly because she did not want to be known as a nerd.  Fact is no one would ever suspect Regina as a nerd.  Half the males on the campus likely dreamt of her every night.

Both males sported hard-ons.  All that was on their minds were their trophies for their respective matches.  Two study rooms were set up for the contests.  Wager agreements were placed in front of the participants to sign before the games were to begin.

Polly was there with her camcorder.  She would video the signing and the entire game as each occurred.  The girls teased the male participants showing them the collars they would be wearing when they lost.  The guys were smiling broadly over their good fortune having conned the girls into their ridiculous wagers.  Smudginess was written all over their faces.

Doreen sat across from Roger.  She was smiling, attempting to look nervous.  Roger on the other hand was ready to claim Doreen as his slave.  He was given five brand new decks of cards with sealed boxes to choose from.  He selected a deck, opened the box and shuffled them.  Doreen fumbled with deck when she attempted to cut it.  The cards were spewed all over the table.  She apologized and collected them into a deck, offering them back to Roger who shuffled them twice more then offered them to her to cut for deal.  He lost the cut, shuffled three more times offering for her to cut again.  She cut the cards and Roger dealt. The game was to be played to whoever got 150 points first, spades would be double, and knock card was the up card.

Doreen got off to a slow start three deals later he was leading 124 to 0.  The girls who were watching feared for their sister.  Doreen believed the game was 75% luck, 25% skill.  A swift change of luck would be the difference today.  She was smiling broadly in spite of her handicap.  She dealt the cards for the fourth deal.  The down card was the ace of spades.  It was gin double.  Four cards were laid when Roger dropped the queen of hearts.  "Gin." said Doreen.  Roger counted out 32 points in his hand.  Add 25 points for gin and now the score was 124 to 114.

Roger's face became grim.  His cockiness disappeared.  He dealt the fifth deal of the game.  The up card was the 9 of spades, another double.  When he saw his hand he grinned nastily.  He was ready to end the match.  He needed one card for gin.  Doreen took the nine of spades and knocked with 2 points.  Roger was shocked.  He had two queens and the jack of hearts matching the queen of hearts.  He had four ways to get his gin.  Instead he had to offer 28 points which doubled to 56.  The match was over.  The girls wasted no time locking a collar on his neck.  He struggled but it was to no avail.  His arms were pinned behind his back and cuffed.  The hood went on and he was on his way to a cell.  Only this time the girls stripped him naked before they shoved him to his home for the next few days.  Slaves John and Rollo watched as another male fell to the girls at Delta Phi.  They left him their hood still on to settle down. 

Meanwhile the chess match was ready to start.  Regina believed chess superstars forget their beginnings.  There is a series of moves called “Fool's Mate."  Bill Kramer could not believe anyone would even attempt such a move set it was so naïve.  Too bad he was focusing on his intricate moves and not paying any attention to "that girl".  It was CHECKMATE in four moves.  Kramer smacked his head for his stupidity.  His collar went on in a flash and a crowd of happy girls too subdued him.  He was cuffed then hooded and taken to his cell.

The news spread fast throughout the house.  There would be two more bodies that would need discipline.  By now everyone was more interested in bringing a male down to his knees than worrying about mercy.  Mercy was a dirty word in the Delta Phi house.

Visits to the AR brought cries of foul from the captives.  Yet when asked they could not point to anything untoward that had occurred.  The pleaded they did not mean anything like what they were experiencing.   The girls quietly asked them what they thought slavery was.  "You lost preppies.  You are slaves now for at least two months.  So get used to it.  We know you will," they laughed.

Their experience with slave john was being refined.  They would not feed their new slaves for at least a day.  The slaves would learn they were entitled to nothing, only what their new masters permitted.

Doreen and Regina were allowed to visit their conquests.  They brought a few morsels from their dinner plates.  Both took off their shoes exposing their pretty feet.  They smiled at each other than quietly walked to the cell of the slave they had taken.  The ordered the slave to their knees and come to come to the cell bars “Get your heads on the floor slaves," Doreen commanded sharply.  Neither resisted, when both slaves were in place each girl put a small morsel of food on their toes and placed their feet at the noses of the slaves. "Eat off our feet slaves."  The hungry slaves moved their mouth until they found their Mistress' feet and the morsel on them. "If you want more lick our feet."

They teased the new slaves with more tiny bits of food from their dinner plate making them kiss and lick their feet if they wanted more.  They were very hungry and acted accordingly.  The two girls thought the slaves were ready for their next step but that would be decided by others.

They walked to the cages and peered into them like one looks at animals at the zoo.  Their gaze was so penetrating both caged slaves cowered with shame.  It brought smiles to their faces.  When they were ready to leave they turned off the lights and left.  The new slaves were quiet.  Tomorrow night would be a party with select males invited.  They would need the cells and the cages.  The girls would take these two down a few steps before then.

Debbie, Polly, Anne, Kim and Nicole sat down at a table in the AR.  They planned the schedule not only for the remainder of the day but all day tomorrow including the party.  Study rooms would be set up for planned seductions that would lead to a male’s reduction to a property of Delta Phi.  It was now as clear as a perfect diamond the genital set hanging off the male if the species was designed to facilitate enslaving him.  A throbbing cock seems to drain all gray matter from between his ears to that organ.  The plan was different than the contests that had succeeded.  That process was too slow and risky.  Less risky was to seduce a male into one of the study rooms.  Tease him until he was ready to do anything.  Have him strip naked believing he was going to score.  The girl leaves the room for a minute while he is undressing. She keeps the prospect waiting.  There is a hidden video camera watching him.  When the guy starts playing with himself another girl will come into the room explaining his girl is in another room because this room was reserved for a senior.

She tells him he can leave his clothes, which she will bring them to him.  His mind is only on his conquest so he follows the girl out to another room.  When he enters the other room the lights go out suddenly and six girls over power him.  His head is hooded, arms pinned behind his back and he is led off to a cage in the basement. If he struggles he gets a knee in the balls.  The sisters now know capture is but the first step.  They believe when they finish with each one he will want to be their slave.  It's all in the technique and it appears everyone at Delta Phi is up to the job.  Their successes so far have spurred them on.

Both slaves Rollo and john were moved to the SQ.  They are chained to their bunks.  They will see the steady stream of males being brought to the AR as they pass by.  Word will go out that they had to leave town after the party.  Most would pay no attention to this as it happened all the time.

Slaves Roger and Bill are both suspended so just the balls of their feet touch the ground.  The parade of sorority girls begins.  But the technique has changed.  The girls play with the genitals of the slaves until they see a drop or so of pre-cum.  They order the slaves to go soft.  Naturally it is beyond the ability of either slave to comply with.  The girl is given a 12" horsehair cock whip.  She can use it on his penis or smash him with her fist in his balls.  The slave is given the message obeying or hurt.  Because he can't obey most of the time even after pain to his balls or cock he is lashed with any of the assortment of whips on the small table nearby.  When they finish their vicious whipping they usually go back to his genitals and play some more enjoying their power over the helpless male.  Then a sister takes over.

And with two slaves at a time being tortured they hear each other crying out from the pain they are forced to accept.  What they do know is their tormentors are Female and their intent is to break their will.  They will resist as long as they can or think it is worth it.  It differs from slave to slave.  But the girls make sure the slaves know they have two month of this to convince them it is better to submit and serve as a slave is.  They speak in very soft sexy tones suggesting the captives haven't lived until they become obedient slaves to them. At first it sounds like nonsense but as the beatings and other techniques are applied it becomes more and more the option of choice.  The girls can see the slave mind drifting to their advantage so this is now great fun for them.  Especially since soon this male will be serving them somewhere in the sorority house and be happy doing it.

Slave john seemed happy when Sarah came to him, unlocked his chain restraints and told him to follow her.  His handcuffs and shackles were removed.  He was ordered to shave and take a shower.  She would come for him in 15 minutes.  When she did he was ready.  He was also on his knees with his forehead to the floor.  She dropped a black leather thong for him to put on.  It would be his slave dress while he was in the house.  She asked him softly if he would like to kiss her feet.  She knew he would obey but she gave him a choice.  He kissed her feet trying to display his submission to her.  She would take him upstairs and put him to work.

Doreen and Regina paid their slaves a visit.  At this stage the captives were clearly embarrassed with their situation.  These two girls had taken them at their own game and would make them suffer for it.  They teased them for a considerable time knowing the two were unable to do much about it.  After playing with them for a while both peed in cups, stuck a straw in the cup and ordered the slaves to drink it all.  Slave roger sucked on his straw and when the liquid entered his mouth he instantly spit it out.   Doreen took the cup from him then picked up the cat-o-nine tails.  Without a word she struck out at him.  This was followed by one lash after another.  Slave roger was begging her to stop.  "Well slave, you have to learn when I tell you to do something you do it whether you like it or not.  You just received a small sample that explains why slaves had best obey their Owners.  You are a slave and we have expectations for you.  Now drink the rest of this cup of wine.  I made it myself."

Slave bill drank his without a whimper.  So did slave roger.  The girls smiled then left them to the rest of their sisters.

Polly showed up and began making tape of these two.  The girls enjoy seeing the faces of these males when they see themselves on videotape being compromised. By sorority girls, she told Debbie she wanted to take either one of the two upstairs so the girls could have some fun.  Slave roger was lowered and removed from the hook.  He was shackled and barely able to move his legs.  They managed to get him upstairs and on his back in a recreation room. 

There were several recreation rooms through the large house.  In this one though were fifteen girls anxious to play with a slave.  They would take pleasure by walking on him as if he was a carpet.  Some would stomp him when they came close to his male treasure.  Most of the girls took off their panties so when he looked up he saw beautiful young pussies on most of them.  When the girls wearing shorts saw how much more fun the gals with skirts had they dropped their shorts and panties so the slave would see their sex while they slowly trampled on his body.  Some stuck their toes in his mouth demanding he lick them.  The degradation was definitely getting to the slave.

Sarah walked in with slave john crawling on his hands and knees. It was something to see.  There was this monster male looking likes his Mistress' dog.  She offered to send him for refreshments for the girls enjoying their fun.  A few minutes later he came back with a tray loaded with Cokes, lemonades and iced tea.  He was sent back to the kitchen do cleaning there.  To make sure he did what he was told she used the intercom to inform the kitchen.  They reported back he arrived and was now washing the floor.  They had their first slave doing productive work.  He was way ahead of schedule.  Soon there would be a house full serving them.

After slave roger was trampled to the point he was ready to be returned to the AR, his new associate bill replaced him.  The girls enjoyed looking down at him with ridicule.  Some would straddle his head with their legs making him look up their smooth shapely legs to a pussy dripping wet being stimulated by his helplessness and their power over him.  One girl dropped her snatch onto his face and filled it with her juices that were oozing from it.

From time to time one girl would leave only to be replaced with another who wanted to show her power to the slave.  They spit at him, kicked his body showing no consideration for him whatsoever.  Their words told him he was there to be used by them and the sooner he accepted this the happier he would be.

Tonight the party would up the slave population considerably, that is if their plan worked and no one could imagine it wouldn't.

Zoe showed up after school she decided to strip naked to play with her father, slave Rollo.  She asked Polly to record it for posterity.  Polly was very happy to have the opportunity to see the action the young vixen had planned for her dad.  Slave Rollo was released from his chains.  His arms were cuffed behind him and there were tight shackles on his legs.  He was ordered to kneel.  He gasped when his daughter Zoe walking into the AR wielding a crop. 

Her nakedness caused him to gulp from shame.  "Lick my feet slave.  You had better make me feel like you love doing it."  Zoe was a very pretty girl with beautiful olive skin, great figure and outstanding legs.  Her bareness was an image of beauty so much so it made slave Rollo’s cock swell to its full extent.  It was enough to embarrass him such it became the ultimate humiliation.  His own daughter making him hard, standing they’re imperiously threatening him with a riding crop.  Polly was taping away.  Several Delta girls stood there watching because Zoe was only a PAP pledge but this event was something special to see so no one paid attention to protocol.

"You like licking me feet slave?" she asked sarcastically.  Slave Rollo was afraid to answer.  It was a mistake.  Her crop caught him on his shoulder.  "Lick until you like it.  I like slaves that enjoy their work.  You are my slave you know."

"Please Zoe, don't do this to me," he begged.

Her lips tightened with hatred.  "You deserve this and more you miserable pig of a slave.  But I like you begging me.  Tells you who is master and who is slave.  Keep licking, I am not feeling you earnestness yet slave."  As the words left her mouth she laid a dozen hard lashes all over his body.  Her foot kicked his face a way.  "You have a lot to learn slave.  You are supposed to please your Owner and you are definitely not doing that.  Maybe my asshole will stimulate you to show your servility to me."  She turned her body, put her hands on her hips and waited.  She felt his nose touches her ass then his face made its way into her crack.  "I want your nose in my asshole slave.  Work it in until I tell you what I want next."

Slave Rollo’s heart beat heavily.  His shame was unbearable.  How could he be doing this to his daughter?  He jerked his head back and began crying.  "I can't Zoe.  You are my daughter.  This is terrible."

"Terrible?  This is terrible?  You are my slave, not my father. I want my slave to shove his nose into my asshole.  So slave obey or else."

He could not do it.  She turned to the crowd of girls watching this.  "Can you get him on the cross please?  He will learn that I expect my slaves to obey without question.  He will obey me before the day is over."  She kicked them and several girls hauled him to the cross and fixed him to it facing the cross.  She went into the closet to see what she would use to persuade the slave to obey her.  She discovered a 6' bullwhip that looked ominous.

She walked out of the closet.  The girls cheered her knowing most of the story.  They knew she put aside a lot of emotion and understood the steel insides she must have.  She had decided she would beat the slave until he either capitulated or passed out.  She preferred he pass out so she can do it again.