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.

THE DELTA PHI SORORITY HOUSE (Part 2)

Chapter 7

The party began.  The girls expected a big success.  The guys who attended were selected carefully.  Every member at the party and those who had been organized as support crews were salivating at what was to take place.   It would be girl power versus brawn.

The guests began coming.  A member girl invited each guy.  This made him think he was the hot ticket in their purse.  The girls made a bet that everyone of the males who accepted his invitation had at least one condom in his wallet or on his person.  There was no one who would take the other side of the bet.

Goddess Samantha let it be known she wanted an African American male slave for her personal use.  She was the sorority leader and could have what she wanted.   She and Mistress Cindy had the two choice suites in the house.  It would be nice to have a personal slave to serve her there.  An African American would be perfect with the expectation his penis would be of gigantic proportion.  The party was to be poolside.  They would have the boys charcoal broil steaks.  It was still very warm and the girls wore their sexiest bikinis.  Most were tanned, had shaved their legs smooth and looked luscious.  They liked the idea the guys would only have on swimsuits.  Most wore the skimpiest, tightest ones they could find, showing off their dongs and asses as best they could believe girls looked at those parts of their anatomy as guys looked at tits, asses and legs.

The closest study rooms were set up for the event.  Two capture rooms were also setup.  These were stocked with handcuffs, leg irons and hoods the capture crews would use to secure their quarry.  They were away from the study rooms so as not to disturb the unsuspecting males who had not been invited to a private room by a girl yet.

The invitations were brazen.  The party was called "The Slave Acquisition party."  They hoped it would cause the males to go with the flow and let the girls attach restraints when they wanted to.  Then the rest would be easy.

There was plenty of beer and the coeds encouraged the boys to imbibe as much as they could hold. They teased they would drive them home if they were unable to drive.  That in it encouraged the fools to drink more heavily than they ordinarily would have because the male mind was such if they felt no pain or had no inhibitions, neither would the girls who in fact only slowly sipped beer or some nothing stronger than lemonade.  Plus every girl knew beer drinking was the province of the male stud or so he thought.   

As the beer went down it became easier to handcuff a guy behind his back.  The girl would suggest if he would let her put on the handcuffs and be her slave she could make his dick feel very, very good. She would emphasize she always wanted a nice big male as her slave.   Polly made sure all of this ended up on videotape.  The male mind immediately translated the girl must mean if he was handcuffed she would give him a blowjob at minimum.  So he submitted to the hard part, subduing him, dreaming of what was to come shortly after.  Of course without his arms he was done for.  More than half the lads submitted to being cuffed. 

After this was done and he was high and happy the girl would rub his cock through his bathing suit.  Then she would beckon him to follow her into one of the study rooms seeking privacy.  She would lower his swimsuit then excuse herself for a minute leaving him naked and waiting anxiously. 

She would let him wait for quite a while to be sure his eagerness to go with the flow was at its peak when they sent in a capture girl.  She was immodestly clothed possibly suggesting to this drooling male he had fallen into having two girls to please his throbbing cock making him even more anxious and compliant.  The girl carried a bathrobe for him so he was modestly clothed when he was led to the room where his girl was ostensibly anxiously waiting for him.  When he entered the room it seemed empty.  This did not strike him as meaning anything.  In fact he had only one thing on his mind and nothing else would penetrate no matter what it was.   Seconds after he entered, the girl who led him to the room threw the light switch, closed the door and locked it.  The capture crew in the closet already used to the dark moved in for the kill. The male quickly had his legs shackled and a hood put onto his head.  Then he was led and assisted down the stairs to the AR. 

The first two were placed in one cell followed by two more in the other cell.  The girls involved with them would go upstairs in the house leaving the remaining males to believe the couples were making out which by now was becoming foremost in their mind.  The objective was to obtain six new slave prospects.  Once the quota was reached the girls got headaches and other maladies and the guys were sent away, party was over.  They would have a week to break the new slaves to the point the cells would be vacant ready for a new supply the weekend party following.  It would take a week to get the new ones to understand where they were going and that it was useless to do anything but submit.

The party was a huge success.  They made sure to take two black males for Goddess Samantha.  With slaves roger and bill still in training and not secure enough to place them in the SQ every part of the AR would have to be going almost full time.   

The next morning Goddess Samantha wished to inspect the catch.  The girls who were the capture crew for the party prepared the new slaves to display to their leader.  The cuffed males, naked as jaybirds were unruly and demanding they be set free immediately.  Nonetheless the girls wanted them lined up so Goddess Samantha could see the results of their efforts.  Several hard lashes with their trusty training whips and use of cattle prods convinced the helpless males they should do as they were told.  None of them had a hard-on, only vengeance in their eyes and on their faces for what has happened to them.  

Goddess Samantha took her time coming to the AR to see the males the girls chose to enslave.  It should be emphasized each male was selected as worthy before an invitation was sent to him.  Further, during the party those selected were likely to be the best of the bunch were culled as such to end up with these six before evening’s end.  All six went for agreeing to be the girl’s slave and being cuffed.  All of that was on videotape which of course will be shown to each of them during their interview, which will also be videotaped.  

But none of these lads were very happy standing there in their nakedness being subjected to whips, prods and orders from coeds who seemed intent on enforcing them.  Goddess Samantha walked slowly into the room.  She was like a general inspecting her troops.   She simply oozed authority.  The girls were in awe of the effect she had on the angry males lined up for her inspection.  For one, every cock in the line suddenly jumped to attention.

The look of anger in the group’s eyes was replaced with an abject servile gaze.  The smell of submission was unmistakable. 

Goddess Samantha walked up and down the line several times occasionally touching one or more of the new slaves.  She then stood back and looked at all of them.  With a graceful move of her arm she pointed to the floor.  Every one of them dropped to his knees.  It was not until then did she speak, “You have been selected to serve Delta Phi as our slaves. 

Most of you will live here.  Your next few days will be orienting you into your new life.  That you have lowered yourself as you just did indicate you understand your place.  The girls here are your Mistresses.  Their demands must be obeyed.  In a short while you will be permanently marked as our property and will sign documents that are your acceptance of your new status.  You may now rise."

She beckoned Roosevelt Taylor and Lionel Babson, the two African Americans in the bunch to step forward.  After sliding her tongue slowly over her lips several times she took hold of their cocks.  She had never seen two so large and thick penises they were trophies.  “These belong to me.  They will always obey me, don’t you agree?”

The two large males nodded their agreement.  The girls watching this entire understood more than ever why Goddess Samantha was chosen to lead the sorority to new horizons.  Roosevelt was a tight end on the football team.  He has been selected on every list as an All-American and top candidate for a first round NFL draft pick.  He had a 3.4 grade point average.  Lionel was the team’s tailback.  Not as big as Roosevelt but big nevertheless.  He was good but not in Roosevelt’s class.  He was also very popular on campus and everyone knew and liked him.  His grades were also not in Roosevelt's league.  It would be good for Delta Phi when others on campus saw him meekly groveling to a Delta Phi girl, especially Goddess Samantha.  The Delta Phi message would be even clearer when they saw Roosevelt cow tow as well.  She would deal with these two herself, in private of course.

She turned to the girls.  "When Ginny is available all six need to be marked and it should be done as soon as possible.  There are plenty of places in the AR to begin their training.  The objective of course is for them to realize they are slaves so you must do what it takes for them to come to the same conclusion you girls have already have come to."  She turned to the six.  "It really is where you belong.  You will be very grateful you were chosen."

She came to slave Lionel and Roosevelt.  "I know how much you want to show respect to me.  You may kiss my feet now.  I mean both of you slaves, NOW."  Obediently the two big males placed their lips on Goddess Samantha’s feet.  She let them worship her for several minutes then kicked them away.  "The slaves are all yours sisters."        

There would be a lot of pain administered today.  The new ones would feel the whip until they were close to passing out.  Their tormentors were all up to the task and loving every minute of it.  The goal was to have these slaves as servants within a week. 

The sounds of cracking whips and cries of anguish were everywhere.  Slaves john, bill and roger had signed their BILL OF SERVITUDE pledging themselves to serve the needs of Delta Phi from the date of their signature to their graduation day.   The very fast capitulation of these two and slave john allowed the girls to put them to use cleaning the house. 

It also spoke to the effectiveness of Goddess Samantha’s training methods, especially the involvement of every Delta member.  There was not one who did not totally believe in her superiority over any male.  Each was willing to discipline those who they saw as needy in that area.  All would do so without the thought of mercy because the belief was that the absence of mercy was what brought finality to their victims’ decisions to take their place as obedient slaves as demanded.

The Bill of Servitude was a simple document.  It provided a requirement by the signer to live his years at the University as defined by the document.

DELTA PHI SORORITY

BILL OF SERVITUDE

       This Bill of Servitude is made this ___day of ___________, 2009 by and between

___________________, a student at the State University and DELTA PHI SORORITY,  The purpose of this Bill of Servitude is to exchange Room and Board to be provided by the Sorority to worthy male students who agree to provide needed services at the Delta Phi Sorority house. On an as needed basis.

       It is agreed upon signing of this document student agrees to immediately move into the Delta Phi Sorority house where he shall remain in residence until his graduation day.  It will be required that that the student will post a sum of money at the commencement of each semester equal to the State University fee for room and board housing in a University dormitory.  Any breach of this agreement will result in forfeiture of this sum of money as liquidated damages [damages in lieu of actual damages].  The cumulative sums of these security deposits will be returned to the student upon graduation and his vacating the premises of the Delta Phi Sorority house. Provided he has served the Sorority fully as intended by this agreement.

       The student will be required to provide services to the Delta Phi Sorority and/or its active members on an as needed basis.  All said services must be performed as directed without exception.

       It is essential that a high level of discipline be maintained.  Disciplinary actions may be taken at any time for any reason to assure that the standard of behavior is maintained and the Delta Phi membership down to a Sorority Sister are satisfied with the performance of the student's services.

       Because the Delta Phi Sorority has limited spaces it is agreed that the term of service must be from the date of inception to the date of graduation of the student.  Failure to meet this requirement will bring forth a petition on the part of the Delta Phi Sorority for expulsion of said student from the State University.  The student agrees herein that any and all evidence Delta Phi Sorority may have accumulated to enforce said petition may be freely used to support said petition for expulsion.

It is further agreed the student must maintain a grade point average equal to the grade point average already on record at the State University or at minimum, a 3.0 grade point average henceforth, whichever is higher.  Severe disciplinary action will direct to any student in service to the Sorority for failing to meet this standard.  A study hall will be provided within the Delta Phi Sorority house for all resident students.  Library sessions will be permitted but will require specific permission from the Sorority authorized supervisors on an as needed basis.  Numerous requests without justification will result in severe discipline.

Students involved with various University activities other than academics will provide schedules to be verified by the University for periods of time required to engage in said activities. Delta Phi Sorority encourages continued involvement in these activities.  However it is agreed student will not engage in extracurricular activities for the sole purpose of avoiding his duties in the service of the Sorority.  If the student should be found to have circumvented the intent of this clause severe punishment will be imposed.

Delta Phi has not provided these positions as a means of student support or aid of any sort.  The positions are available for the purpose of providing continuity of high quality services demanded by Delta Phi Sorority sisters.  It is for this reason that the service year excludes any and all holidays, breaks and summer vacations meaning the student agrees he will provide said required services 365 days of every year from the day of inception of this agreement until graduation day.  The Sorority sisters and the Sorority house require this because the Delta Phi House is never closed and always has member sisters in residence year around who need the services provided for herein.

The student certifies that the Delta Phi Sorority has encouraged him to seek legal advice regarding this agreement and thus waives any right to contest any clause contained herein based on lack of knowledge of its content.

I, ______________________ have read this agreement and agree to be bound by its

Covenants,   I specifically, by my signature below, waive any right to contest any clause

Of this agreement and to be duty bound to fulfill my obligations to it.

X________________________________       ______________________________

       [Student]                                                          [Print name]

X________________________________       ______________________________

         [For Delta Phi Sorority]                                 [Print name and title]

WITNESSETH BY NOTARY PUBLIC

For individuals such as slave Rollo and Professor Johnson specific agreements will be written to fit their unique situations.  It will be required that all non-student slaves will sign an agreement written specifically to deal with their agreeing to their servitude. 

Polly is building group of girls interested in photography to record events at the Sorority house.  The videotapes and photos will provide potential evidence for use to maintain student discipline or support actions the Sorority must take against any student in their service. 

The package that Polly just received when the UPS man left his daily delivery today was her branding iron.  Her pussy was dripping wet just from holding it in her hand to look at it.  She sought and found Goddess Samantha to show it to her.  Goddess Samantha plugged it into the wall outlet and watched as the head of the branding iron got red hot.  The two girls stared at it.  Both began rubbing their pussies.  Goddess Samantha opened a nearby closet door picked up the iron and held it against the inside of the door watching smoke billow from it.  When she withdrew the branding iron and the smoke subside she and Polly stared with admiration at the sharp, clear image that remained:

PROPERTY OF

DELTA PHI

DP-P

Below the Delta Phi words were the Greek letters of D and P with a dash and another Greek "P" meaning of course "property", a nice way of saying slave.  But those bearing the brand would actually become the property of Delta Phi Properties, Inc. ["DPP"] a private incorporated entity that took the slaves after graduation and guided their futures.  The Chairwoman and CEO of DPP was Goddess Samantha.  The slaves would all sign a DPP agreement before the end of their senior year at the University.

Polly wanted to do the new slaves immediately.  Goddess Samantha felt it would be better to wait with them to be sure they were thoroughly broken and ready for their servitude on Delta Phi terms.  A tattoo, while it did hurt some, is nothing in comparison to the burn from a branding iron.  But she assured Polly all slaves would be branded and Polly could be the one who administered it if it was her pleasure.  She would let Polly do slaves john, bill and roger later that day after they had finished their work.  Goddess Samantha thought pledge Zoe should have the honors of doing her father.

This was getting to be a very exciting time for Delta Phi Sorority.  Goddess Samantha was impatient about having to wait a few days to get the cages for her room.  She wanted to work her new personal slaves into permanence as soon as possible.  Mistress Cindy was anxious to share them.  There would be another party in less than 7 days and a new batch to be taken. Staffing would be complete soon when they could direct some attention to acquiring special situations for the pleasure of the Sorority's members.   Plus all the girls were anxious to begin to enjoy the pleasures of having slaves at their beck and call.

As one class would graduate, a new recruitment would occur every year hence to supply the needed number of new slaves.  Then it would be extended to all the other Delta Phi houses everywhere.  The thought of this and the coming of her future as head of DPP were enough to keep Goddess Samantha’s pussy perpetually wet forever.

CHAPTER 8

There were three parties that followed.  As word got out unexpected applications from a number of students arrived at the Delta Phi sorority house from male students seeking to serve knowing it would be in the capacity of a slave.  It made the girls in the sorority giddy knowing this. 

New slaves were now quickly oriented with training methods working with precision.  Committees were set up for every conceivable aspect regarding selection/targeting, recruitment, orientation/ training, management, judicial and rules which set the various allowable uses that slaves could be put to. There would be a lot of male slaves to serve the girls and there had to be rules governing this.

It was reasonable to think all the slaves taken would not fit in the long run and would have to be dealt with and replaced.  Of course stocking the stable in the first place was an arduous task that all the girls not only cooperated fully with but were enthusiastically up to the task as well.

But now organization was necessary.  The committees were formed and each developed their own charter so to speak which was to be presented to the entire membership after first meeting with and obtaining the approval of their leader, Goddess Samantha. 

THE SELECTION/TARGETING COMMITTEE would be charged with deciding which students or other males were to be selected or targeted for service to the sorority. It would meet monthly and make a report to be presented at each membership meeting. Any or all Delta sorority girls could present names for consideration for a male's enslavement to the sorority.  Each such submittal had to state a reason which could be anywhere from "he is a hunk" to the "the s.o.b. professor gave me an unfair grade" to any form of male harassment.   It had to ask for full time servitude, part time servitude or for one time revenge.  The committee would review each name submitted and make a recommendation which would be voted on at a membership meeting of the entire sorority.  Any two members could black ball a selection.  The committee could also make their own selections. 

RECRUITMENT would deal with the process of actually capturing the targeted selection.  This committee was responsible for all methods of bringing new slaves into the fold.

SLAVE MANAGEMENT was to be responsible for scheduling slaves to their various tasks so that the sorority needs are met in a very high quality manner.  This was the committee everyone wanted to be on.  There had to be order of course and the big issue was use of slaves for personal use of the girls.  The AR had to be available for training, punishment as well as for personal use so schedules were essential to give all the members ample opportunities to avail themselves of personal use of their slave stable. 

This committee was headed by Goddess Samantha herself because slave management had to be conducted in disciplined way.  The committee had the authority to appoint management teams to supervise the slaves on a day by day basis.  It was Goddess Samantha’s wish that every girl in the sorority participate in the supervision team process.

Every day was organized into 3 shifts, one from 6:00am to 2:00mp; another from 2:00pm to 10:00pm and the graveyard shift from 10:00pm to 6:00am the following morning.  The first two shifts would have 5 members in it while the graveyard shift had only 2.  Every girl would rotate serving one shift per week.  Schedule conflicts would be resolved by the two committee members appointed by Goddess Samantha to assure each girl served once per week with religion.  Girls would be allowed to trade their shifts but still would be responsible for their assigned time.  Schedule changes because of conflicts in University related schedules such as classes etc. would also be resolved by the committee appointed for this purpose.  The 2 day shifts would be broken down as follows:

1. House supervisor; the house supervisor was responsible for the cleanliness of the house and the girl's rooms.  Slaves were to be used to clean all the rooms except the kitchen, make the beds, and pick up after the girls. 
2. Kitchen supervisor was responsible for food preparation and service as well as the cleanliness of the kitchen itself.  Margo, the new European master cook would prepare menus and also participate in slave staff supervision mostly for kitchen training.  Garbage and trash disposal was also within this supervisor's responsibility.
3. Transportation and maintenance supervisor was responsible to operate the Delta Phi shuttle, a new experience for the girls which provided transportation to the malls, library and campus on a continuous schedule.  To expedite mail delivery mail pickup for the sorority address was also included as was delivery to and pick up from the dry cleaners.  She was also responsible for assuring scheduled services were accomplished such as lawn and landscape care, pool service now handled using slave labor and repair on an as needed basis.
4. The AR/SQ supervisor was responsible for everything that went on in these two areas of the house including processing punishment sentences.  All equipment had to always be in excellent condition.  New purchases to keep up to date on available punishment, restraint and other specialized devices were to be ordered.  Personal use had to supervise so it was orderly.
5. Personal use supervisor was responsible to allocate slaves throughout her shift for member's personal use.  She scheduled slave training for personal use skills based on the scheduled classes planned and available during her shift and managed the time sheets of the slaves.  This supervisor would also be responsible for the non-live-in part time slaves on campus.  Should any of the above supervisors need extra help it was up to her to round up part time slaves to fill in?  She would also schedule and summon the part time slaves for personal use.

JUDICIAL COMMITTEE heard slave rule violation, disobedience, and other complaints regarding the performance of slaves. Cases were heard and decided what was to be done.  It would be rare when punishment was not the sentence regardless of what the slave side was.  This was another fun committee.  The power it gave the girls on it gave them a rush.

RULES were responsible to promulgate rules the slaves had to live by as well as rules for the girls in relationship to the slaves.

Everyone in the sorority house was involved.  Goddess Samantha saw to it that every girl pitched in and all acted like sisters in Three Musketeers fashion, "One for all and all for one."

Slave training was another concentrated effort.  Goddess Samantha brought in women from the better salons to teach the slave’s hair care, massage, pedicure/manicure etc.  Each girl would have to instruct a slave that was attending her in a bath or shower how she preferred to be served.  There would be pool slaves to put on suntan oil, blot dry member's bodies when exiting the pool, serving food and drink.  Being a Delta was would be the envy of the campus and soon campuses across the nation. 

There would be seminars on the art of cunnilingus.  Girls who wished could learn more about anal sex.  Goddess Samantha wanted every girl to attend at least one seminar on this aspect of Female worship and pleasure.  There would also be classes on every aspect of discipline be it for punishment or member pleasure.

Adjustments would be made as experience was gained until every girl in the Delta Phi house was served to her personal pleasure.  After all these were slaves we are talking about who performed or else.

By the time a slave graduated he would be craving Female domination and was a prime candidate for DPP.  DPP would supply Delta Phi alumnus with all kinds of slaves for all kinds of purposes, especially those who married well or succeeded financially.

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The cages had arrived in Goddess Samantha’s suite.  Slaves Lionel and Roosevelt were brought to her late in the afternoon and placed in them.  Debbie and Anne joined her to help.  Slave Lionel was taken from his cage to have a cock ring installed.  She would have a Prince Albert ring installed on both slaves and a scrotum ring or two which she wanted in order to lock the cock ring on them to keep them from ejaculating.  They would be pierced the evening after the game. 

Debbie and Anne had slave Lionel laid on his back on the floor.  Anne took his shaft in her hand and held it tight in an upright position while Debbie quickly spread K-Y jelly on it then slid the ring down his cock using every bit of strength she could.  The slave was not hard when they started but was by now and would remain that way.   Goddess Samantha wanted the ring to have a very tight fit slave Roosevelt went through the same procedure.  But the girls could not get the ring down his huge member.  Slave Roosevelt wanted to please so he, using his incredible strength with apparent pain horsed the ring down his beautifully erect cock. Debbie took Roosevelt's cock and sucked on it for a short while to be sure the ring was on right.  Roosevelt just lay there sighing with pleasure.  Debbie kept checking his ball sac satisfied he was ready for Goddess Samantha.  Anne checked out slave Lionel using the same technique. Both girls wondered if they would get to share these two. 

Goddess Samantha come into her rooms and saw Anne on slave Lionel.  "Taste good?" she laughed. 

"Just making sure we don't have a leaker here, that's all."

Goddess Samantha gave each of the two girls a warm hug and told them they could stick around if they wanted to.  Then she ordered the slaves to rise.  They were covered with serious welts.  She ran her hand over them.  At that point she turned to Debbie and Anne and asked if they wanted to enjoy themselves with her.  Both were ecstatic.  She suggested they take off their clothes or still better have the slaves do it for them.  The two girls gave stern looks at the large males who immediately went about removing their clothes ever so gently.  Goddess Samantha stood there watching with her hands on her hips.  When they finished she barked, "Well?"

The slave got the message and began removing every pierce of her clothing.  The black slaves were both drooling, licking their lips not caring what happened to them if they could only get a piece of any or all of them.  It was apparent to Goddess Samantha their slave minds had not fully taken hold.  Slaves do not ever get a piece of any Female. It is the female that get pieces from her slaves.  That's why girls love to own male slaves because they can be used so many ways that make them feel yummy. 

She would start the fun by teaching that simple fact of life to them.  After the male slaves had unclothed her completely she pointed her hand to the floor, the signal these two already understood. Down they went to their knees.  "Anne, please send down for a bottle of white wine for the three of us.  Tell them I want it in a hurry and to bring two extra glasses. And see if Polly is around.  I would appreciate it if she joined us and to make sure she comes equipped.  May want to show it to some of the girls"

That kind of talks concerned the two men.  Either one of them could easily take out all three girls more likely with one arm tied behind his back.  But their demeanor was abject and very submissive.  With the videos and photos already on file of these two serving the girls neither would see the end of the school year and the NFL wouldn't give a glance their way a how.  But the way they were acting they were well on their way to becoming class A slaves and this evening was going to be a class A for the three of them.

"It's time to show my friends how much you want to serve them.  Worship those pretty feet."  The slaves obeyed without hesitation.  Anne spread her legs apart and placed her hands on her hips and watched as Roosevelt moved his lips to her foot.  She sighed feeling his strong tongue move between two of her toes massaging them gently but with motion that sent chills up her legs.  She became wetter and wetter just standing there.  Slave Lionel had the same effect on Debbie.

Goddess Samantha looked on, enjoying the scene.  She felt it was time to retrieve her new whip she had just received as a gift from the Queen of OWK in the Czech Republic no less.  It was a ferocious looking thing they called their long cat-o-nine tails.  It was a leather beauty whose 9 tails was sure to take their measure on any flesh it had the opportunity to nibble on. Neither slave saw her coming towards them with it I her hand.

It was as if lightening struck the two slaves.  How Goddess Samantha managed to land one severe lash on each slave's back in the time she did was unbelievable. The slaves simply collapsed from both the power of the whip and the agonizing pain that shot through their body.  As they both tried recovering she landed two more that dropped them flat on the ground.  She motioned to the girls to jump on the slaves while she rammed her foot into slave Roosevelt's mouth.  She instantly felt his mouth engulf her foot and begin sucking on all the toes on her foot at the same time, something she had not experienced before.  It got her so hot she had to finger fuck herself to keep from jumping on the slave and turning him over so she could use his cock.  Actually she was just a hair from doing just that. 

She tossed the whip to Debbie when there was a knock on the door.  Anne started to see who was there but Nicole stopped her.  She pulled her foot from Roosevelt's mouth and sent him to the door.  Polly was there and behind her was a slave whose name slipped their minds with a tray on which there were 5 wine glasses and a bottle of Mondovi Chardonnay.   The slave was waived in.  Polly, true to form had a video camera in her hand.  Roosevelt crawled back into the room and took his place at Goddess Samantha’s feet. 

The slave set out five glasses on the cocktail table.  He took out his corkscrew and began uncorking the bottle.  He picked up a wine glass and poured a wee bit into it then abjectly handed the glass to Goddess Samantha.  She took it, swirled it for a few seconds then took an approving sniff and a sip.  Then she put her glass on the cocktail table and nodded her approval to the slave who began pouring.  It became evident the slave was going to fill all 5 glasses causing Goddess Samantha to bring a halt to his efforts quickly.  She gave him a hearty slap on his face and sent him away. 

Polly does not drink alcohol.  She pointed to the wine glasses.  The girls each took a glass then clinked them together and said in unison, “Tonight." and began slipping away.  Polly shot some tape of the slaves prone on the floor and of the monster whip that was laying there next to the two empty wine glasses.

"Girls, we left out the slaves.  They need some wine too."  She handed Anne and Debbie an empty glass each and as sweetly asked if thy minded filling the glasses with their personal wine.  The two girls giggled, took the glasses and quickly marched off to the bathroom.  Several minutes later they returned each with a glass ¾ full of their choice urine. 

"Come on slaves.  Join the party."

The two big slaves were each given a glass and told to begin drinking.  Neither slave appeared as if they had ever been asked to do something like this.  Goddess Samantha moved to the cocktail table and picked up the whip.  It was like magic.  As each slave saw her getting ready to use it on them the glasses almost full of piss suddenly found their way to their lips.  They drank it down slowly not showing any distaste for the liquid.

They sensed if they did they would have to deal with the consequences which surely were manifest in the cat hanging loosely form Goddess Samantha’s hand.

When they both finished their drinks to the bottom Goddess Samantha asked, "Wasn't that delicious wine slaves?"

The just stared at her,

"Answer me swine." and she raised the whip threatening to strike.

Both slaves nodded and quietly said, "Yes Mistress Nicole.  It was the best I ever had"

"So you are having a good time then?"

"Yes Missy Nicole."

“Mistress S to you slaves."

"Yes Mistress."

Polly was taping away. 

"Either of you ever been fucked?"

"I don't understand MISTRESS," pleaded slave Lionel.

"Have you ever had a cock up your ass?"

"You are kidding?  Who you think could have ever done that Mistress?" replied slave Roosevelt.

"Good.  We have virgin’s ladies. We are going to have some slave ass tonight."  With that she picked up her wine glass and drank it to the bottom.

Both slaves were arrayed in doggie fashion.  Goddess Samantha gave each girl including Polly a large size strap-on dildo.  She picked up four toothpicks. She broke a small piece off of two of them then lined them up in her hand so no one including her knew which were the longer ones and which the shorter ones.  "The shorter ones go in the rear.  The longer ones in the mouth,” The three girls each took one.  Polly and Nicole got the slave's ass while the other two had their mouths.

When the girls approached the slaves who were kneeling doggie style both began pleading to not do this to them,  Goddess Samantha brought the whip down on their backs reminding them they had nothing to say about anything and that she did not like their whining.  They were slaves now and they had better begin acting like slaves.  Polly was in slave Lionel a few seconds later.  He bucked but she rode him until he settled down.

Roosevelt began crying a minute after Goddess Samantha penetrated him and began fucking him like there would never be another one.  When Roosevelt stopped crying he began rocking to Goddess Samantha’s rhythm.  The Goddess was experiencing rapid and numerous orgasms.  It was good the cock rings were on these two because they wanted to cum so badly they ached.  As the dildo cocks began stretching the slave's bowels and mucous started lubricating it the slaves began to enjoy the experience. 

This excited the two women who were having explosive responses to their thrusts and the rocking motion the slaves were producing.  Neither really had enough but it was time for their friend's cocks that were being sucked to change places.  The slaves quickly picked up on their new mount's rhythm while Goddess Samantha and Polly had their dicks cleaned from the shit and stuff that was in the slave's asshole.  Neither slave balked when the shit coated hard rubber cocks were inserted into their mouths.

When the girls tired they withdrew leaving sweaty slaves there on the floor breathing hard.   Goddess Samantha motioned for Roosevelt to come to her.  She took his head and brought it to her pussy.  He was to clean her off.  Only he went at eating her like she had never been eaten before.  She thought she would teach him.  He could have taught her.  The slave enjoyed this or at least it appeared he was enjoying it.  She just leaned against a cushion on the chair she was on and let him go at it.  This was the best for her ever.  She wished he didn't have on that cock ring but he did and that was too bad for him.  She pushed him back ordering him to lie down on the floor face up.  Her pussy needed that monster dick in it which she mounted as fast as she could.  Her ride was as spectacular as his pussy licking.  Polly managed to get Lionel into the same mode and for a while all four girls played musical cocks.  The slaves had worn out all four girls. 

Goddess Samantha blessed the girls who selected these two.  The Delta Phi house would never be the same.  It was amazing the entire house didn't rock that night as every slave was pressed into personal service from 9:00p until the wee hours of the morning. Every girl who showed for breakfast had a smile on her face.

Chapter 9

Things were moving right along at the Delta Phi sorority house.  Every area that required labor was now adequately staffed with slave labor.  Most of it was provided by live-in staff.

Part time slaves were scheduled to serve giving the membership ample opportunity for personal use.  Based on experience there were always an adequate number of slaves available to serve the membership needs and desires at all time.  The Management Group girl in charge of this shift was Sandy Fillona.  She had scheduled three more part time slaves than the average knowing this evening would be busy.  The slaves were due in before 3:30pm and would remain until they were dismissed.

As the slaves arrived at the house they were taken downstairs and made to strip naked. At precisely 3:30pm all the slaves were lined up for inspection.  They knew to stand at attention, head bowed.  Mistress Sandy to the slaves began going down the line checking each slave out, marking their charts of their attendance as ordered.  Delta Phi girls do not like to start their session with slave bodies marked from a previous session.   Sandy made sure there wasn't even a latent welt to be found.  She is one who enjoyed seeing her efforts show up as she applied them, so it was easy for her to understand the girl's wishes.  When she had checked out each slave from head to toe one of her assistants donned a pair of latex gloves. One by one she spread their asses and fingered their rectums before inserting rubber nozzles into their assholes.  Another assistant hooked up the nozzles to Bardex enemas.  It took just minutes to fill each bowel to its capacity.  

Once their bowels were completely filled she had them to go the bathroom to relieve themselves. After relieving themselves they were taken to the shower room to take a quick three-minute shower.  Once they were dry, red leather collars were put on each slave's neck and locked.  Red leather is used for part time slaves, black for 24/7 live-ins.  In addition wrist and ankle cuffs were locked on.  A final touch added a cock and ball harness to their genitals and peel off numbers on their asses and upper arms. This is a standard procedure. 

The slaves were then led upstairs to a large multipurpose room on the first floor of the house.  It was lined with cages stacked two high.  Each slave was assigned to the cage that had his number on it.  This gave member girls not involved with this group an opportunity to observe the slaves and the goings on.  It also put the slaves on display to let the girls see them for future reference.  Most slaves found this innerving that girls would come up to look at them like they were animals in the zoo.

If a member girl wanted a closer look the slave had to comply.  A favorite was to make the slave lean onto his back, spread his legs so the girl could check out his genitals.  Some made the slaves lick their feet by shoving them into the cages.  The humiliation factor was very high during this period as most of the slaves were subject to ridicule either over the size of their penis or some other physical defect or what a girl decided to call a defect.

With the room empty the girls scheduled were shown around the room.  It had an amazing array of equipment all available to each and every girl.  It was pointed out that any slave not in use was in play.  They were handed ribbon loops that would fit over a slave's head with numbers on them. 

It a slave was involved and a girl had a desire to use him when he was done she would drop her ribbon on his head.  She had him next.  The system always worked well.

The party several sissy slaves dressed in adorable red dresses with great ruffled petticoats & red heels were employed to serve the girls refreshments consisting of snacks and drinks of wide variety.  The favored beverage usually was white wine followed by beer.  The girls enjoyed putting on a buzz.  Everything seemed so much more fun if they did.

After exploring the room the girls went up to the room the slaves were caged in to make their own inspections.  This is where the sissy slaves began serving drinks and noshes.  A favorite sport was to reach down under one of the sissy slave's petticoats and grab his/her balls and give it a painful squeeze with the slave hoping he would not drop the tray of hors d'oeuvres. When the girls were done inspecting the lot of slaves assembled for their enjoyment, Mistress Sandy took them from their cage and installed a chain which was subsequently attached to another slave as he was taken from his cage and so forth until all the slaves were now lined up and attached to each other by a chain to their balls.

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At this point, two slaves serving Mistress Sandy's assistants handed out sturdy 32" heavy leather training whips.  These whips were designed and made by hand exclusively for the sorority.  They were unique in that they had a heavy plastic flexible but strong tube filled with Mercury as its core.  It is believed these whips are at least four times more painful than whips of comparable size and design without the Mercury core.

The slaves were lined up simulating a chain gang.  The girls were encouraged to use their whips on any errant slave or for any reason that possessed them.  "Sisters, these creatures are slaves, not pets.  They are livestock Delta Phi owns and uses for its members benefit and pleasure.  Consider them as what they know they are. They are things, animals, beasts of burden, playthings.  They are here for your use and pleasure which is why you are here isn't it?  To enjoy yourself, using these things to accomplish that,

The slaves were then marched all around the first floor of the house while member girls called the names, laughed at their dilemma knowing what they were going to go through.  Some even spit at them to show their disgust at having to view them to begin with.  Cracks from the whips were beginning to be heard more frequently as the slaves were humbled before all these girls who were ridiculing them driven by several of their sorority sister who would enjoy them as the day progressed.

When they entered the large living room several girls turned to see today's fun slaves being herded through the room.  One yelled out "Hi" to Dawn and Crystal who were keeping the slaves moving with their experienced whip lashes.  No one knew why one of their live-in sissy slaves, Eric, aka Erica, was bringing up the rear and no one cared.   Mandy was gritting her teeth, swinging her whip and leaving scarlet marks on the asses of all of the slaves.  When they saw her coming back up the line they moved extra quick to mitigate the pain from her well aimed slashes at them.  The girls were enjoying the embarrassment of the naked slave chain gang. 

Dawn began causing the slaves to spread out, stretching their balls not knowing how much pain this was causing to each individual slave but enjoying the reaction she got from the girls herding them.  Some of the slaves got wise and managed to work in unison with the one in front and back of them to ease it some.  At Sandy's signal Crystal and Dawn ordered the slaves to their knees.  It caused each slave to feel the strain of their chained balls being stretched even more. 

The girls watching all of this were laughing at the slave's misery.  One girl commented, "They're only slaves.  What else do they expect?"  That brought howls from the other girls nearby. 

Crystal ordered one of the two full time slaves serving the leaders to unchain the slaves' balls one by one.  The girls were all lined up in a loose row.  As each slave was released he was expected to grovel before each girl and introduce himself telling each girl how pleased he is to be a slave for her use today.  

When each slave had paid his respects to each girl the slave attending Crystal held a bowl filled with numbers.   One of the sorority sisters was asked to draw them to pair up slaves to Mistresses.  The first draw was for girl #1, Debbie.   Slave number 6 was drawn for her.  He would be her personal slave for the balance of the day.  It should be noted the girls could freely trade their slaves with other girls at will.  As a slave's number was drawn he was instructed to go to his owner and softly kiss her feet in such a way to make his new Mistress feel his submission to her.  While many of the girls present had participated by giving 5 whip lashes when she had a turn to do so,  most had not felt the pleasure of a male larger and stronger than she to be groveling at their feet paying homage by placing his lips passionately and softly on her feet.  Debbie whispered to Mistress Sandy how wet she was getting.  Sandy smiled knowing this was just a beginning for her younger sisters.

The following girls were the MISTRESSES the slaves would serve today.

Mistress Nicole pulled her slave (#7) to the middle of the room to demonstrate to her sorority sisters her power over her slave.  Mistress Sandy, Dawn and Crystal knew this would be a good start for all the girls to see.  There was always at least one very assertive girl in every group.  She had her slave stand up and look straight ahead.   First she moved his cock out of the way with one hand then pulled one of his balls down and twisted it as she squeezed it.  Without a sound the slave sank to his knees as his face screwed up from the pain.  She then put her foot on his back and just pushed him over onto the floor. Then she used the tip of her boot to lift his face up.  Everyone the message from her demonstration was very clear.  A males balls are the most sensitive parts of his body and could be made use of for both training and punishment and thus taken advantage of.

After Nicole's demonstration Shadow took her slave's head and bent it so he was staring at the ceiling but still on his knees.   She had done this before and wanted to show her sorority sisters in her group how easy it was especially when a girl has got to go.  She raised her miniskirt showing she had no panties on as well as her well formed mound and straddled his face.  "Open up slave.  I have to pee."  He did as he was told and she perfectly maneuvered her pussy onto his waiting opened mouth and let her piss flow.  The slave drank every drop and when she was finished he licked her pussy hair clean.   "Slaves make great instant toilets" she laughed.  Her sorority sisters applauded and so did a number of girls lounging around in the living room just taking it all in. She sat down and beckoned him to come to her expecting to be serviced.  "Eat me slave. I'll tell you when I am done using you."  She produced a cattle prod in her hand and with a broad cruel smile told the slave he had better satisfy her if he didn't want a few kisses from the prod.  "See, I have just turned it on and set it to high," she whispered to him loud enough for everyone to hear.  Then she teased him with the prod as she waived it in front of his face and stuck her tongue out licking her lips in anticipation of the slave eagerly bringing her to orgasm as many times as she wanted.   The slave went at it as if his life depended on it, something that was not too far from the truth.  Shadow was used to getting her way and the slave sensed this as he brought her to multiple orgasms.  The other girls saw the opportunity for some very pleasurable minutes and had their slave follow suit.  The room had, if it could speak would say it had seen this before in the Delta Phi house.

Mistress Sandy watched as the girls were all enjoying their moments of power.  She suggested her assistants enjoy as well and Dawn and Crystal wasted no time sliding onto a couch and having their slaves for their use during this shift service them as well.  The aroma of pussy juice was everywhere.

As each girl had enough and pushed their slave away it came time for some organized games most of the girls like once they got into them.  The first event was called "Blind slave's buff" played with their Mistress' feet.  The game has each Mistress putting either one of her shoes in the middle of a circle on the floor.  The circle was made up of the slaves.  With the slaves blindfolded, each slave was required to service his Mistress' feet.  He was told he was to do it until he was ordered to stop.   When the order to stop came, the slaves were instructed to go find their Mistress' shoe in the pile of shoes in the center of the circle.  It was a sight to see as they crawled, or tried to, to the center of the circle to find their Mistress' shoe strictly from scent.  The smarter slaves also had a pretty good idea what their Mistress shoe was like to double check.  They bumped into each other causing one or another to sprawl and lose their direction.  Dawn and Crystal kept them going by lashing them with their training whips as they scurried like dogs sniffing the floor for a hint of where to go. 

If the slave got it right, he was allowed to replace the shoe, kiss her foot and then maybe she might fondle his cock or at least prod it with the butt of her whip. If on the other hand the slave failed he would kiss her feet and then was soundly whipped.

As it turned out every slave failed miserably.    As a result, the slaves were ordered to their feet with legs spread wide apart while their Mistresses made good use of their new whips.  It should be noted the whips had extraordinary control built into its design so this allowed the girls to develop skills using them on very specific parts of the body.   They repeatedly flogged their slave's balls bringing the sounds of pain to them en masse.   When each girl was satisfied she had punished her slave sufficiently the girls were then instructed to mount their slave by straddling his back and ride him like a pony for a few minutes.

By now each slave should have caught on to his owner's smell which could come from her perfume, shampoo, shoes or whatever.  The girls rode their slaves like ponies around the room still blindfolded for about least 20 minutes.  The girls dismounted and stood in a line.  Each slave had to identify his Mistress strictly from her scent. As hard as they tried only one slave succeeded.   Erin's slave was made to heel at his Mistress' feet while she leashed him then she sat down on a comfortable chair using him as a footrest while she watched her sorority sisters whip their slaves for their failures. 

The Delta house was generally a no smoking facility but it did have a smoking room on each floor.   Two girls from this group smoked.  They led their slaves to the nearby smoking room, reclined on an overstuffed sofa and sent their slaves for a cigarette for each and a book of matches.  Surely the slave who was assigned to this room today will get his ass thrashed as he took all the ashtrays either to clean or he forgot to bring them back.  The girls lit up and having no ashtray turned to their slaves.  "Open up slave tray," giggled Maureen.   Melissa gave her slave a swift kick.  "You too slave tray number 2."  The girls blithely smoked their cigarettes, occasionally deliberately blowing their smoke into their slave's face.  Maureen was ready to put hers out and came up with a neat way to do it without the benefit of a real ashtray.  "Open wide slave."  She was building a wad of saliva in her mouth.  "Now slave, do not swallow my gift."  With that she spit her wad into his mouth and quickly doused her cigarette in the moisture.  It sizzled but did not harm the slave's tongue.  Melissa followed suit.  "That is clever sister."  When the two smokers rejoined the group they were trying to select a toilet slave.  Most of the girls were anxious to do this especially after seeing Shadow.  It got to the point each girl wanted them to choose her slave for the job.  The scuttle was slaves always got better after serving as a toilet slave for a night of their owner's revelry at a party.  Well this group had all the makings of a party.  They decided since it was an honor to the girls for their slave to serve the group, especially as a toilet slave it was agreed the winner of the previous event would be the one whose slave would be offered for service.  So it was that Erin's slave, #1 would be placed in the one of the toilets in the WC room, which was located in the basement of the house, for the girls to use as they wished or needed to.

Mistress Sandy had Erin leash her slave and lead him down to the WC.  She explained how the three throne/toilets worked and let her take her choice which one she would put her slave into.  She pushed the button on the arm of the throne she selected and the bottom of the chair opened up.  She had the slave shimmy himself so his head was fully into the waiting cavern.  Once his head was oriented where it was supposed to be she pushed the button as Mistress Sandy had instructed her and the door closed leaving the slave helpless to do anything but just lay there and take what comes.  Erin was not about to pass up an opportunity so she raised the outer seat revealing the toilet seat and the head of her slave staring up at her from the toilet bowl. 

She quickly dropped her skirt and panties and lowered her very pretty ass onto the toilet seat and let a stream of piss pour onto the slave's face.  At first he was confused but as he tasted her yellow wine he thought it was great and began drinking what was by now on either side of his face.  He would try to catch it as it came down on him next time.  Erin sat there becoming angry.  "Slave…damn it.  Aren't you supposed to lick me clean?"  The slave leaped at the chance to lick her pussy and licked her and then some.  Erin didn't move until she came in his face.  "Great piss slave.  Best I ever had.  I like owning slaves."

Erin stood up, slammed the seat down leaving her slave in darkness and returned upstairs to see what was going on.  The slaves were all lined up on their bellies with their ankles cuffed together and their arms cuffed behind their backs.  This event was important for the girls because the winning slave's Mistress would have personal use of her slave for a 24 hour day of her choice.  One of their Mistress' shoes was placed in front of the slave's nose.  The object was for the slave to push the shoe across the finish line on the opposite side of the room before any other slave did.  The girls could try to drive their slaves to victory with their whips if they wished to.  The slaves had to slither to get any movement.  Erin was disappointed she had volunteered her slave for the toilet now that she knew what the prize was.  Crystal seeing her pot whispered to her if her slave endures two hours in the toilet she too will get to use him for personal use for any 24 hour period she chooses and for every hour he can make it she will get another 24 hours.  Her smile reflected her new found joy.  Her slave had better stay in there for a month if that would work.

The race began and the girls did not hesitate to use their whips to prod their slaves to try harder.  It was amazing how the slaves reacted to the scolding and the whips.  It was as if this was a big race like the Kentucky Derby.  These girls wanted to win.   Victoria, a slender brunette sophomore with shoulder length hair almost lost it when her slave crossed the finish line first.  When her excitement subsided she reached into her pocket and took out a slightly squashed Milky Way mini bar, stripped off the wrapper and gave it to her slave like a dog owner gives a treat to her dog.  The slave was grateful, not so much for the good tasting candy bar but that his owner rewarded him for his efforts.  He would be happy being her slave as her winning prize. 

The losers had no candy bars for their slaves.  Instead they lined them up body to body and began marching across their bodies, jumping up and down, kicking the slave's balls.  One girl said it all hoping each slave would take it to heart, "This is the loser's prize.  Got it slaves? Now you are nothing but dirt under our feet."

After the loser ceremony was over Mistresses Dawn and Crystal took the slaves down to the dungeons.  Each slave was put in bondage of one sort or another.  Two were suspended just so the balls of their feet touched.  Others were shackled to the three horses.  Two ended up in the pillories.  Others on the crosses and the rest in ground stocks or chained to the walls.  Erin raised the seat where her slave was incarcerated until she decided to let him up.  He was in the toilet for nearly an hour.  One more hour and she had him for a day.  Two more and it would be two days.  She couldn't hope for more than that.  For the fun of it she raised the toilet seat and straddled the toilet like a male and let her piss dribble down on her slave.  She could see he loved her piss.  No doubt she thought slavery had its good points.  "Be a good toilet slave." and she lowered the toilet seat and slammed the cover seat down and sat on it.  She stretched her legs out.  Both slaves, those of Dawn and Crystal were staring at them almost drooling.  This girl had million dollar sticks and all the slaves knew it.

Crystal took one slave who was completely shackled and virtually immobile and placed him at the stair bottom.  This was to please the sisters who may come down from time to time to watch.  They love to inflict to some pain, but do not want to interfere with the girls using the dungeon for personal fun.  This allows them to dig their high heels into the flesh of the doormat laying there.  Even give him an occasional kick on the way back upstairs.  Many enjoyed decorating his body with painful clamps and clothespins. His Mistress placed a pair of her smelly panties over his face intoxicating the slave with his Owner's superior odors and scent.

These beautiful girls were enjoying the slaves to the fullest. Every girl was stripped down to her lingerie.  The sights and sounds of slaves being whipped, tortured and humiliated filled the room.  The girls moved from slave to slave, whip to whip, achieving maximum pleasure as they continued flogging the helpless slaves.  The more a girl's whip bit into a slave body the more she wanted to keep on whipping.

Victoria found a good sized funnel in the closet when she went searching for new toys to enhance her pleasure.  She licked her lips and knew where she wanted to go right then.  She raised the seat on the throne and looked down at the slave's face, casually waving the funnel in front of it.  "I want this in your mouth slave.  Soon you will be drinking like it was a refreshing Coke," she giggled loudly.  The slave obeyed and opened his mouth allowing Victoria to place the funnel in his mouth. She then dropped her panties to her feet and lowered her exquisite bottom onto the seat.  Without speaking she began to urinate. The only sounds were the faint splash of her pee into the funnel and the slave slurping it down as fast as he could. "Ooohhhh this feels good," she cooed looking down between her thighs at the slave.  To him she was like an angel teasing him like a devil. "All these punishments were giving these slaves gave me a terrific need to piss.  Do you like my piss slave” He tried to nod he did which brought a pretty smile to her face.  "Good, I'll go have some more fun and be back soon then.  A happy slave is a good slave, don't you think?"  Then she noticed Alicia standing there squeezing her thighs and sort of jiggling.  When Victoria pointed to the toilet slave with her finger Alicia nodded affirmatively.  She reached down and snatched the funnel from the slave's mouth and ordered him to clean her which he did unhesitatingly.  She stood, pulled up her panties and Alicia took the seat. 

Alicia thought the funnel was supposed to be used so she lowered it back into the slave's mouth then sat down.  She had to go badly and let a torrent down into the funnel.  She delighted hearing the slave gulping her piss down like he hadn't a thing to drink in the past week.  When her flow stopped she spread her thighs and looked down at the slave, took the funnel out of his mouth and told him she now wonders how she lived without having slaves to use.  "It's time to clean me slave boy,"

The slave made short work of licking her clean.  She did not have pubic hair.  She implored him not to stop licking though.  It took her no time to have a hearty orgasm.  The slave gobbled up her juices hungrily.  She rose from the throne and closed the seat down on the slave but whispered a cheery "See you around slave boy." and walked off.

Erin was becoming more and more pleased with the slave's endurance in the toilet.  Most of the girls had availed themselves of his slave mouth.  More than three hours had passed and he was half way to four.  She thought maybe she should sit on the throne for a half hour and make it an even four before she took him away for some other use of him.  Before she got to the seat, Terri had plunked her ass down and was farting heavily.  The girls in the room all heard the blasters and all Terri could do was smile, even turned a little red faced.  To curtail the odor from spreading through the room Terri lit a cigarette and held the burning match.  As it got close to her fingers she dropped it. It landed on the slave's pubic hair and started his hair burning which set of another unpleasant stench. 

Terri took her foot to smash out the match and of course cremated the slave's cock.  The shriek that was heard startled everyone in the house, even the observing sisters.

But no one went to the aid of the slave, not even Erin.  Because the slave made so much noise and so much attention was directed her way from her loud, juicy farts as well Terri decided to take it out on the helpless slave at her disposal.  She took the heel of her foot and brought it back aimed directly at his balls.  The first shriek that came from the slave had been ear piercing but this one was even more penetrating.  It brought an immediate orgasm to the girl who was trying hard to mitigate her own personal embarrassment.  That was followed with a substantial urination and what started to feel like a fart.  Some wind passed but so did an enormous turd drop out of her asshole.  It was big enough to stand straight up where part was still in her asshole and the other end in the slave's mouth.  The slave began crying because he did not know how to deal with this problem.  The smell was unbearable.  Topside Terri was lighting matches furiously and dropping them on him to burn off the odor in the WC. He was screaming from the small burns and trying to keep the turd from blocking his air supply.  Erin was watching intently, hands on her hips but she was watching the clock and couldn't care less about the happenings of her slave.  The slave was biology major.  All he could think of was the bacteria in the fecal matter he was being forced to ingest.  He resolved this quickly realizing it was better to get sick for a bit than to encourage a severe beating which if he didn't eat the turd he was sure to get.  It amazed Terri how quickly the slave gobbled down her brown meal for him.  She smiled.  Knowing she had delivered the first turd to the human toilet made her a celebrity in the room at the time.  The observing sisters even applauded her feat.  But she and others in the room understood the significance of this gross humiliation perpetrated on the slave.  When a slave will eat the shit of his owner unhesitatingly he will do anything for her.  That is the always the goal when it comes to bringing slaves to point of total reliability of their servitude.  Erin's slave will be coveted by the girls of Delta Phi.  The observing sisters all took note of him.  He may have been a part timer but everyone in the room knew they would soon have this one full time. 

The slave had just passed the four hour mark.  Erin was excited beyond herself.  She sidled up to Mistress Sandy and asked if it was possible for her to try for another hour.  Mistress Sandy thought it was good for a young girl to push a slave to his limits but felt he had enough for the session.  Besides she wanted to have a cock size contest.  The slaves could be kept where they were.  Crystal and Dawn had their slaves suck on each of the slaves cocks present.  The two assistants would then measure the cock after it seemed to have reached its maximum size.

Slaves 4 and 9 were too close to call so they were taken from their bondage and made to face one another.  Dawn petted one of the slave's cocks while Crystal did the other.  They looked very closely using a flashlight.  The sisters watching all of this were hysterical from the event.  Turned out slave 4's cock did not quite touch slave 9's body when they were butted up to one another.  It was just a tiny fraction of an inch.  But, it really was so close, even though there was a winner, that Mistress Sandy had both installed in the toilets and invited the visiting sisters to enjoy the facilities if they wished.  They did.  The toilets with the newly installed slaves were busy for quite some time.

Erin was very pleased with her slave.  She had him go to the shower room and clean up.  Then she took him aside and had him lavish her pussy.  She was checking him out to be sure she wanted to use him for three days.  His tongue was superb.  She rolled over to have him do her asshole to see what that was like never having had the experience before.  This slave must have bonded to her because he went at it with all the passion he could muster which brought on several quick but heavy orgasms on her part. 

He lapped her juices up savoring them like one would expect to see a dog that had just finished a great meal.

But he stood out from all the other slaves in the group.  He had very few whip marks because he had spent most of his time in the toilet.  He was taken to the cross.  Erin took the new whip that she had just received, the long cat and brought the slave's body up to date so to speak.  He remained hard throughout her assault on his body.

Mistress Sarah was house M.O.D. [Manager on Duty] at the time.  She was in charge of everything in the house during this shift.  She came down to the dungeon to check on how things were going.  She was very pleased with Mistress Sandy's control of the situation and the pleased faces she observed on the girl's who were enjoying themselves.  With her sharp eyes she saw that progress had been made with the slave's training as well, noting amongst other things the toilets seemed to be occupied continuously.  It seemed the occupants were enjoying the nice size cocks sticking up in the air for those seated to play with. 

She wanted to see if the slaves had improved their sense of smell.  She dropped her panties.  She knew they were ripe and perfect for the test.  Crystal and Dawn quickly blindfolded and handcuffed the slaves behind their backs.  The slaves would compete against each other for her panties. The one that ended up with them in his mouth would have the honor of servicing her asshole much like Shadow used her slave in the living room.  The others, the slaves that failed would know what failure would bring them.  They would be tortured by an electric cattle prod used on their balls.  When all the slaves were blindfolded and cuffed then oriented on their knees in a circle Mistress Sarah threw her panties in the center of the circle for the slaves to fetch.  It created a free for all. With only a one minute time limit the slaves were falling all over each other, noses to the ground like blood hounds. The girls were laughing so hard their sides hurt.  To make things more interesting she had Crystal and Dawn lash the slaves with their crops and whips as they crawled wildly about knocking each other over to keep the promised cattle prod from their genitals.  A couple of times they even moved the panties when a slave got too close to them.   Finally Natasha's slave #5, a burly lad, zeroed in on the panties and proudly strutted around with them in his mouth.  Other slaves, getting whiff when he was close tried to relieve him of them.  These slaves wished they had tried with another, not him, as he pummeled any and all attackers.  His balls would not feel the prod this day anyhow.

Mistress Sarah had the girls form a circle with their slaves standing in front of them, legs spread wide apart. Each girl was given a cattle prod.  The idea was when Mistress Sarah had the pleasure; the losing slaves were to have pain.  Slave #5 was oriented on his knees at Mistress Sarah's ass.  He was ordered to gently spread her ass cheeks and do her asshole.  Every time she had an orgasm the girls were expected to use the prod on their slave's balls.  Since the intensity of the shock delivered by the prods Delta Phi owned was calibrated from 1 to 10 with 1 being the mildest the girls were told to start with 10.  When Mistress Sarah signaled she had an orgasm due to the slaves pleasuring her, if some of the girls couldn't really tell, they were to prod their slave.  Mistress Sarah told them she expected to hear the slaves howl from the pain because it turned her on and would help her obtain more pleasurable discharges of that type.  Slave #5 was to be managed by Natasha who had her training whip to encourage his performance.  There was now a crowd in the room watching because most knew Mistress Sarah well and her very special preferences.  If Natasha could manage her slave to produce at least 5 orgasms she would win a personal slave for a day.  She would get 12 additional hours for every orgasm more than 5 to a limit of 10.

"Okay, let's begin."

Natasha brought a lash square on the back of the slave kneeling to Mistress Sarah's ass.  He went at pleasuring her with everything he had.  His nose found her hole and he managed to fuck her hole with it.  It produced a surprisingly quick response from Mistress Sarah who had not one but two explosive orgasms as her juices spurted out and ran down her legs.  The slave brought his tongue into play while the girls had hit their slave's balls twice with the prods set at 10 because of the rapidity of Mistress Sarah's responses.  The cries of agony filled the room and of course spurred Mistress Sarah on which in turn had a like effect on the slave.  Natasha was shoving her slave's head in tight to Mistress Sarah and it was producing incredible results.  Mistress Sarah was used to multiple orgasms and began shooting one after another as her pleasure was reaching an apex.  The girls dispensed with counting and continued whacking their slave's balls with the prods set at all kinds of intensities, more caught up at the incredible scene they were watching of Mistress Sarah achieving so much pleasure only because a slave was there for her to use for the purpose.  When she finally called it quits some observers thought she had somewhere between 13 and 16 orgasms.  Natasha was awarded 3 days, a bonus of 12 hours for her slave's good performance under her good management.  The slaves were all on the floor holding their genitals which had taken the worst beating of their slave existence. They nonetheless all managed to place their mouths on their Mistress' feet and properly worship their superiors with the knowledge that failure does not bring rewards, only pain.

Mistress Sarah thanked the girls and complimented them on how well they were managing the slaves she saw today.  She said because of their good efforts they would all be better slaves for it and Delta Phi thanked them for their contribution to the slave's training then left.  

Mistress Sandy decided the final event for the day would be a pussy race.  Natasha and Erin's slaves were exempt.  The slaves would compete against each other by crawling from one end of the living room to their waiting Mistress but with a 20 pound weight attached to their balls. She said it was good training for the slaves and fun for the girls because before the race was entirely over each girl would have her pussy simply lavished to her heart's content.   She also told them this is when their sisters who came to watch could participate.  These girls were free to root for any slave or participating sister they wished and use any whip or slave incentive tool to help them do just that.  The girls sat on a chair, legs spread apart.  Crystal and Dawn would be the judges to determine which slave won first, second and third.  The Mistress whose slave won first would in addition to having her pussy lavished, receive an award of 24 hours personal use of the slave or any slave in the part time pool while second place was awarded 12 hours and third 6 hours. But the losers would receive a special award, another contest that would teach them again failure was not a pleasant thing for a slave. 

The observing girls were free to continue their whipping of the slaves even while they were eating their Mistress' pussies.  Twenty pounds doesn't sound much like much but be assured it puts a terrible strain on a slave's balls. With a constant assault of crops, whips, even prods along with their desire to please their Mistresses in every way the slaves showed their intense desire please.  This is the direct result of quality slave training and dedication to Female superiority.

The race began.  It almost came to a photo finish but numbers first, second and third was determined.  The slaves of Melissa, Tiara and Mandy took the honors.  All the slaves except those of Terri and Maureen would be servicing their respective Mistresses.   Their slaves were to service their Mistress until their Mistress called them off.

The two losing slaves were made to kneel back to back to each other with their cocks and balls tied with leather twine that was connected to the other's balls with a 2 foot length of twine.  Each slave faced a chair on which his Mistress was sitting with her legs invitingly spread apart.  It was the slave's requirement to service her,

This was a version of Tug of War.  The slaves were placed so they could barely reach their Mistresses pussies with the twine between them extra taut.  To redeem himself and allow his Mistress to join the other girls who were being nicely pleasured at this time he had to bring her to an orgasm.  To do so though required he stretch his balls almost to the point of them being torn off.  Each slave would try hard to win rather than fail again. 

Once again the sorority sisters who came down to watch the fun were allowed to take sides and drive their choice hopefully to victory.  The loser in this case would be strung up on the cross and be left there for any member in the house to whip for her pleasure and his punishment.  Slave failure was not respected in Delta Phi and mercy was nowhere to be found for losers. 

The contest began and at first it appeared neither slave could reach his Mistress' coveted pussy.  The grunting and obvious pain was a very erotic sight for the girls watching.  This was a contest of determination to serve one's Mistress or die trying and not caring about a fellow slave at all, only his service to his Mistress.  There came a point when apparently Terri's slave wanted his Mistress to be served more than Maureen's did.  He grunted loudly, reared back a bit and then surged forward with all his might jamming his mouth on Terri's pussy and digging in.  Maureen's slave screamed from the apparent incredible agony he was experiencing.  He rolled over on his side and lay there writhing.  You could see his arms, cuffed behind his back, trying to free them so he could comfort his aching genitals.  Observing girls were almost all rubbing their pussies.  Terri came to an orgasm and the match was over.  A disappointed Maureen led her slave to the cross and was the first to beat him silly.  He would remain there for the duration of the shift.  Sisters who had witnessed the slave's loss punished him further reinforcing the Delta Phi policy that failure brought just deserts.

When all the girls were satisfied with the pleasure their slaves provided to them it was important to the training of the slaves to understand what it felt like having a cock both in their mouths and receiving a taste of real semen as it was discharged into their mouths.  All the slaves were required to suck each other's cocks until they got their slave off who would fill their mouth with spunk.  The girls wanted this exercise to be gotten over with quickly so as each slave took another's cock into his mouth he was encouraged to get his off as quickly as possible since it was not a game for the pleasure of the slave.  The girls took great pleasure seeing the humiliation the slaves suffered.

When that was over and done and the slave lesson well taught all the slaves were available as sluts for the balance of the session.  Strap-on dildos of all sizes were made available.  The slave's Owner's had first dibs on their slave.  When she was done the slave was in for open season for any girl in the room or who happened to wander in.

The slaves were blindfolded and tied down then leaned over a padded surface with their ankles shackled and forced apart. Their wrists likewise were secured down and in front of them. With their heads also tethered they could not pull it up. Lube was available for use by kinder, gentler girls, few of which existed in Delta Phi. 

The slaves would be fucked royally, raped, sodomized anally or orally by any and all takers.  Sort of a super gang bang affair.  

Some of the girls arranged a sporting contest to decide who on line for any given slave would win his ass and who his mouth.  It was another humiliation type event. They invented a spitting contest.  Using the slave's face as their target, points for accuracy to various parts would be awarded.  Each contestant .would gets three shots.  The point system was as follow:

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20 points rewarded for spitting in the mouth.

30 points rewarded for spitting on the nose.

40 points rewarded for spitting at the eyes.

50 points rewarded for a bulls-eye in between the eyes.

The most points of any pair had her choice, front or rear with most selecting the rear of course.

As a slave's asshole became so enlarged so as to please no one they were dragged to a wall for some last minute fun for any of the girls present.  Some girls had an African blow gun loaded with mini-darts and used a slave's ass as their dart board.

Others were placed on their back on the floor to use hot wax drippings making designs on the slave's bodies or simply letting the slave's cock feel the pleasures of hit wax dripping on his cock.

The two pulley systems were available to put slaves in suspension while the girls thought up many ways of tormenting him.  The issue was always assertion of power and acceptance by the slave for his inferior status which, according to the principles set forth was the methods of allowing the slave to reach his ultimate place known in circles as slave space.  It was always apparent when this point was reached.  The slave simply could not live without being enslaved by a Female.

The games would go on until the 8 hour shift at 11:00pm was over.  Some girls played a card torture game with a slave in suspended bondage, a blindfold covering his eyes. The girls began going through a deck of cards, one at a time. As each card is selected, the slave must guess whether it's red or black. Each time he guesses incorrectly, a clothespin is applied to a body part of the girl's choosing. Each correct card is placed in one pile and each incorrect one is placed in another. Once the entire deck has been gone through the cards in the "incorrect" pile are shuffled and the game begins anew with them. The penalty is doubled, since it's now the second round. The game continues until all of the cards have been placed in the "correct" pile. The girls used variations in penalties to spice things up. Hot wax was used with a set number of seconds to be increased with successive rounds. Simulated piercing needles were used with ice cubes placed in sensitive orifices and/or weights hung from a clamp or stretcher.  The idea of course is that slaves will suffer if they are not perfect.

Mistress Wendy had a slave with her.  She would do the graveyard shift in the AR relieving Mistress Sandy.  The girls could stay and use the room and for the most part demand that any of the part time slaves that were there had to stay until they were finished using them.  The same went for the sorority sisters who came to watch the fun.

Some new girls who were scheduled to use the AR had first dibs on everything though.  The group was small as would be expected by the late hour. 

The late shift in the kitchen would serve food on an as requested basis throughout the night.  This was one of the many things that made owning full time slaves the best thing the sorority could have done.  Delta Phi was the sorority on campus.

Chapter 10

The phone call from Mrs. Bernicci to Goddess Samantha was disconcerting to her.  Slave Rollo Bernicci had four known accounts he had failed to tell her about.  The private detective, Mr. Robertson Florence Bernicci hired had filed his report and was reasonably certain there were even more. Before Mrs. Bernicci gave the detective the go ahead to see if he could locate them she called Goddess Samantha.

When Nicole hung up the phone she realized the slave was a lying weasel.  She had him brought up to her room and put in a cage.  He had been at the Delta Phi house for 7 days now on limited rations.  She had the special bicycle brought up from the exercise room.  She decided Zoe would be the one to get the information out of him. 

By now neither of her two personal slaves needed any restraints and was totally dedicated to serve her.  She loved the two big black men and they loved her. She would let Zoe get a taste of them then do her father.  Her slaves would reinforce and assist the young girl.

It was now very clear Mrs. Bernicci was not able to deal with slave Rollo Bernicci.  He had bamboozled her even before their marriage many years ago.  She positively knew for sure she could not trust him.  But she trusted Goddess Samantha who was bringing him to redemption and knew Nicole could handle him with one arm tied behind her back.  Her two girls also adored the sorority president.  Mrs. Bernicci knew she needed her help.  She had her attorneys draw up papers so when the asset transfers took place relieving Rollo of all his holdings Goddess Samantha would have 25% of the assets and 50% control of all of Rollo Bernicci's holdings.  It was a big surprise to Goddess Samantha, one that made her feel very proud.  She felt like a big sister to Zoe Bernicci who she had come to admire.

All of this could not have come at a better time, as it was time to structure DP-P and get it ready for the graduating slaves who would serve it.  When slave Rollo was brought up to her in a cage and set down where she wanted him she walked over to it and glared at him.  She summoned Roosevelt and Lionel.  She wanted them to service Zoe in front of her father after she watched her father suck off the two huge cocks.  Zoe would order him onto the electro bicycle and not let him off until he gave her all the accounts and powers of attorney to confiscate them.  Goddess Samantha would provide her with one of her most lethal whips.  Zoe would work her father up to the 15 mph or beat him until he did.  She is still thinking of inviting Ella to watch.  She would leave it up to Zoe.

When Zoe arrived at the house she went right to Goddess Samantha’s suite.  When she entered she saw her father in a cage and went to Goddess Samantha and hugged her.  The two of them discussed the plan.  When the discussion was over it was clear Zoe was up to the task.  Goddess Samantha left her with the two slaves. 

"Bring the cage over here near the couch so he can see everything clearly.  I don't want him to miss a thing." she ordered the slaves.  They did her bidding.  "Now undress me."  The two big slaves carefully removed all of Zoe's clothing.  When she was totally naked she made a mental note of the African American males' magnificent cocks as they swelled to monumental size.   She dropped onto the couch and extended her legs.  The males were definitely admiring the lovely young girl.  She looked at her father in his cage with indifference.  His cock had also swelled to maximum size.  She would fix that after. 

"Get him out of his cage."  The slaves obeyed.

The slaves dragged him out of his cage and deposited him at Zoe's feet.  "What are you?" she asked glaring at him.

"I…I…I'm your dad."

She leaned towards him and brought her hand full force against his face.  She managed to grab his hair, pulled his head to her and spit in his eye.  "YOU'RE MY SLAVE.  DID YOU FORGET SO QUICK DOG?"  She looked toward the slaves.  "Break his arm."  The slaves grabbed him and bent his arm backwards almost to the breaking point. 

He began begging not to.  "Please.  I'll say anything you want."

"That's not good enough.  We already had this discussion once before.  YOU ARE MY SLAVE.  GOT IT?" 

He stammered for a minute.  "Yes, I forgot.  I am your slave.  What can I do to please you?"

"So you are prepared to obey me slave? Lick my bare feet.  I'll let you know when I'm done using you."

Slave Rollo’s face was now red as a tomato.  He was so humiliated for what his daughter was doing to him, especially in front of the two black men.  "Yes Zoe.  Yes."

"Zoe?  How dare you slave?  That's Miss Zoe to you.  Maybe even Mistress.  Start licking."  A broad smile came to both the slaves standing and watching this whole episode.

"Yes Miss Zoe.  Yes Mistress.  Sorry for my mistake."

Slave Rollo licked his daughter's feet, gingerly at first but soon passionately.  Her feet were gorgeous and he loved the taste of her flesh.  He'd enjoy this now and worry about this daughter thing when he got out of here.  But he had no idea what was coming his way.  Zoe laid back and relaxed while she watched her slave father degrade himself to her.  She knew he was scheming something but didn't care because today she was going to finish him and make sure he understood their new relationship soon after the day was over.  She let him continue slowly spreading her legs making her delicious young pussy irresistible to him.  He was breathing very hard and knew if she was alone with him he would probably rape her he was so excited.  She was glad she had these two big males to protect her.

"Slave, I think you need something to suck on.  It'll make you feel better," she teased.  He thought she was summoning him to her pussy and didn't mind this at all.  He licked her legs slowly working his way to her pussy.

When he was almost to her crotch she called out to Lionel in a very soft throaty voice, "He's all yours slave."  She shoved her foot in his face causing him to sprawl backwards onto the floor.  Slave Lionel was on him in a flash shoving his huge cock into his mouth as far as he could.  Slave Rollo gasped but soon recovered as he had deep throated the huge cock in spite of himself.  Lionel began fucking Rollo’s mouth. It didn't take long for him to fill Rollo’s mouth with his acrid semen.  His cock was still dripping when he withdrew it.  Zoe ordered Rollo to lick it clean.

Slave Rollo knew better than to argue. The two men would do her bidding and he was no match for ½ of Lionel, no less than Roosevelt too.  Slave Lionel said he was sorry he came so soon that he was enjoying himself but he bet Roosevelt would do better.

Roosevelt took his huge cock and approached the now trembling Rollo.  "Open up boy."  Rollo surrendered on the spot and meekly opened his mouth.  Roosevelt brutally shoved his dick in gagging Rollo until he got it in far enough then began pumping while holding Rollo’s head.  By now Rollo was not sure he would leave the room he was in alive.  Roosevelt obliged everyone by letting go his orgasm, which gushed out of his cock into Rollo’s mouth.  Stuff was dripping out of the corners of Rollo’s mouth.  He didn't have to be told to lick Roosevelt's cock clean.

Zoe got hotter than a pistol watching this.  She was ready for the slave's tongue.  "Cage the animal."

They took Rollo and dragged him like a sack of potatoes and pushed him into the cage and locked him in.  Zoe made sure the cage was where Rollo would get the best view.  She summoned Roosevelt first.  Having his cock sucked got him ready for the pretty girl he was about to pleasure.  Zoe was sucking air in anticipation.  The male was extra gentle in his approach getting her hotter and hotter with his tongue.  She was dripping wet when he placed his lips on her clit and began sucking.  Her hips bucked and she came with a shudder moaning her passion to her father's shame.  This went on for a substantial period of time.  She forgot her father and decided to try out Lionel.  Lionel was equally competent to Roosevelt but added his own little touches.  Zoe had sex like she never thought was possible in her fantasies and dreams.  She had been at it for more than an hour and was both tiring and dehydrated.

Both the males began licking her legs and feet while she recovered for her pleasure.  Roosevelt served her a large glass of orange juice, which brought her back to life and up to doing her mission.  She had Rollo placed on and chained to the bicycle.  Roosevelt hooked his penis to the wiring device.

She picked up the whip Goddess Samantha had left for her.  She could feel its power by just swinging it.  She thought this is good.  He'll talk before we're done today.  She dangled it in front of his face for effect.  By now slave Rollo knew she would use it without hesitation.

               

"Slave you are to peddle this bike as fast as you can.  If I do not see the speedometer going up you will feel this until it does.  Got it?  Now GO slave."

Rollo began peddling as fast as he could.  The speedometer hit 5 mph and he almost jumped off the bike from the shock to his penis.  The bike slowed and Zoe began lashing him with the whip.  He realized she was not going to stop so he began peddling again and managed to get a good jolt once more but this time peddled through it to 6 mph and started to climb.  By now he was getting into a good rhythm.  It did not stop Zoe from beating him to move faster.  The shock at 10 mph brought on his whiny begging.  She decided to whip him some more and drive him to 15 mph before she would begin talking business.   His back was getting purple with so many welts and cross stripes from the lethal whip.  When he hit fifteen she grabbed his head by his hair and ordered him to stop.  She shook him for a minute then went at him, "You laying no good son of a bitch slave.  We found 4 more accounts you hid slime ball.  There are more.  Are you ready to tell me ALL of them?"

Slave Rollo hesitated.  Zoe raised the whip ready to strike.  He stuttered for a minute then gathered himself.  "Which ones do you already have so I can tell you which ones you are missing?"

Zoe thought what an asshole.  He already admitted to having more.  He wants to know which ones we know of so he can screw around with others he must think he still can keep.  "Here is a pad and a pencil.  Write them all down.  If you miss one and we find out about it I will give you 150 lashes with a cane and follow it up with this thing until you are a piece of meat hanging on a hook."

He knew she meant it.  He took the pad and began writing down the account names.  He didn't know all the numbers but he did tell her where he kept the records and check books etc. 

He was a weasel.  He kept everything in new construction.  When he started a new job he would install a safe in a nondescript place.  He would move the stuff every time he began a new building.  He gave Zoe the combination.  All four accounts that were already known were accounted for plus five more.  Goddess Samantha would take her to the building where the safe was to retrieve the records, checkbooks etc.  She would take the two big slaves with them.  Power of Attorneys would be drawn up.  Slave Rollo would be kept where he was until every last cent was out of his reach.

When he finished writing she took the pad from him.  She noticed his cock had shriveled to next to nothing.  He was never circumcised and had what looked to her as very ugly foreskin.  But if it was removed in one piece it could be quite a trophy.  She decided to ask Goddess Samantha if she could take it and have it preserved so she could wear it so he could see it to remind him what he was now.

When Goddess Samantha returned to her room Zoe had all the information and was ready to go.  It did not take long to get to where it was and back.  Zoe thought she would like to put him through the thing again tomorrow telling slave Rollo he left off two accounts just to see what would happen.  She hated her father for what he was and wanted to torture him as much as she could.  Goddess Samantha liked her idea of taking his foreskin for a trophy.  By the following morning she had made arrangements with a doctor who was a submissive and would do what Goddess Samantha wanted.  He said he would bring stuff to put it in to preserve it.  He would make a hole in it so it could be worn on a chain.   When Goddess Samantha told Zoe she almost wet her pants.

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Five days had passed.  All of the accounts were transferred out of Rollo Bernicchi's name and into the names of Mrs. Bernicci, her daughters Zoe and Ruth and Goddess Samantha.  Slave Rollo was now penniless and totally dependent on his family, all who could not care less about him.  At home he would be treated as a servant who had better toe the mark or feel pain.  Zoe became the resident expert in the field of discipline. 

She liked to look in the jar where the foreskin was soaking up the preservative.  The doctor had showed up the morning following Zoe's convincing way with him.  Slave Rollo was strapped to the bondage table.  When he knew what was happening he screamed bloody murder only adding to Zoe's pleasure from the even that was about to occur. Dr. Windsor carefully cut off Rollo’s foreskin and plopped it into the jar he brought filled with preservative. Zoe shrieked, It's half the size now." and starting laughing at him.  She would show him to as many girls in the house as she could.

The doctor was bewildered why they asked him to do the work without a local anesthetic.  He was glad they had strapped Rollo down the way they did but asked no questions why it was being done.  The screaming was something.  Tomorrow Zoe could take the foreskin out of the preservative and hang it out to dry. She would be wearing it before Goddess Samantha released him. 

She could not wait to see him when the reality of what has happened strikes him and he has to lick her sister Ruth's feet, ask for a dime, and beg for scraps.

Meanwhile Goddess Samantha had summoned Professor Johnson back to the house for a tune-up.  He made an excuse why he could not make it at the time Goddess Samantha suggested.  She convinced him it was a very good time because she said so.  Besides Abigail missed his asshole,

Chapter 11

The normal quiet was broken by shrill screams coming from a bathroom on the second floor.  It was not far from Goddess Samantha’s suite.  Slaves Lionel and Roosevelt were doing housekeeping and knew something not so nice was happening.  They are forbidden to leave Goddess Samantha’s suite without expressed permission.  Only this time neither slave hesitated as he dashed out of the suite and down the hallway to where the screams were coming from.  The screams were coming from BATHROOM #3.  After realizing the door to the room was locked the two big men knocked it open and burst into an even more forbidden area, a member girl's bathroom.  Inside they heard muffled noises of terror coming from the shower room.  When they entered there were two males who had pinned Lynne Caruthers and June Fielding on the floor trying to stick their dicks into them against their will?  The big slaves, who hauled them off to their Mistress’ suite, placing them not too gently into the two cages they used to occupy, quickly subdued the two males.

With all the noise and sounds of a scuffle the hallways became crowded with girls trying to see what was happening.   What they saw were two slaves dragging two white males like they were sack of potatoes to the sorority president's rooms.  Neither Lynn nor June would say what happened.  That is until Mistress Cindy and Goddess Samantha summoned them.

The girls, before saying anything, thanked both Lionel and Roosevelt for coming to their rescue.  They then explained what the two boys tried to do.  Lynne and June were taking showers. These two came out of nowhere and tried to force them to have sex.  They were close to succeeding when the two male slaves broke down the bathroom door and pulled them off.  Goddess Samantha walked to the cages.  "Are these the two?" The girls nodded that they were.  She turned to Mistress Cindy and suggested a judicial trial in the meeting room with all members present.  Normally the police would be called.  And normally a lawyer would come into the picture and say the girls teased them into it and had consented to having sex but started screaming just to get them into trouble.  Mistress Cindy had jurisdiction over matters such as these.  She thought for a moment then agreed the two needed to be taught a lesson they would never live down.  One that others at the University would take to heart as well,

Goddess Samantha had the two slaves take the cages with the two naked molesters to the main hallway.  She had a sign made announcing the Judicial hearing that was to take place at a general meeting that evening to try these two in front of the entire sorority.  Attendance would be mandatory.  The sorority house was considered "sealed" until further, notice meaning no visitors.  Only live-in slaves were allowed to serve them as usual. 

The two began yelling expletives demanding to be set free.   Goddess Samantha had them taken one at a time to the AR to have a manners treatment.  Each was taken out of his cage, hooded and cuffed behind his back.  At the AR his legs were shackled to a 36" spreader bar, which nicely exposed his testicles.  Four girls, each with a cattle prod set at different levels walked over to him.  They made sure he got a whiff of their perfume, one they never normally wore.  Polly was positioned to videotape the entire moment.  The M.O.D. of the shift, Madeleine Demure spoke in low, soft tones.  "While you are on display you must remain silent.  Do you agree to do that?"

The male was furious. "Get this fuckin' hood off me.  Let me go immediately or you will all go to jail for life. This is kidnapping," he hissed defiantly.

Madeleine nodded a signal to the girl poised to use her prod.  She touched it first to the tip of his cock then pushed the pulse button three times sending jolts through his body.  He reacted violently, his body jerking every way it could to get out of the way of the next jolt.  "One more time, do you promise to be quiet for the remainder of the time you are here in the Delta Phi house?"

"Fuck you cunt," he screamed.

The next girl ready to discipline him had her cattle prod set two notches higher.  She hit on his balls first, then his cock.  When he lurched screeching bloody, murder she played with his toes.  As she recited the rhyme she used the prod on a toe as her words “This little piggy went to."   The male was unrepentant.  The prods were turned up a notch or two.   Three girls readied theirs.  One to his balls, one to his cock and the other at his toes, Madeleine held up her hand.  One finger went up, then a second one and at the third finger all the prods made contact at the same time.  The body convulsed.  His face contorted into a gruesome grimace.  They let him settle down and waited to hear if he was ready to behave.  He said nothing which to Madeleine was progress.  She nodded that he needed another round.  Again her fingers counted the 1-2-3 and the prods, now turned up still one more notch did their work.  After his wild gyrations and screams of pain had subsided Madeleine again waited for him to surrender.  He had started crying.  She knew she was close.

It was time to break the silence.  "He needs more girls.  Now he is quiet like he is supposed to be but we need to hear his word of honor, if he has any, pledge."

He began begging.  When he was asked if he was ready to behave he nodded he was.  His leg shackles were removed from the spreader bar and he was led back up to his cage in the entry hall only he was left hooded and would be for the balance of the day until his trial where his accusers will face him down directly so he could see both the anguish in their eyes and the hatred spawned by their attempted assaults. 

Back in his cage he was asked loud enough for his associate in the other cage to hear.  "Do you wish to give advice to your pig of a friend?"

"Harvey, shut the fuck up.  They will get you I promise you.  Keep quiet if you know what's good for you."

And quiet he became.  The girls paraded past the cages throwing insults to those inside them.  The humiliation from being looked at like an animal at the zoo was beginning to have a telling effect.

That evening the cages were moved to the meeting room.  They were propped up on a raised platform, one on each side of the "bench" where five of their judges would sit to determine their guilt or innocence. And sentence them if needed.  A chair for each of the accusers was also on each raised platform placed so it faced the cage and the trial "bench".  The victims of the crime would sit where the prisoners had to see them all the time of the trial.  They would wear shorts and would extend their legs so their feet were either just outside of the cage or just in them. 

The prisoners were told if their accuser's feet were inside their cage it would be good to show penance by kissing and licking them with the hopes of mollifying her feelings.  Humiliation was a wonderful teacher thought Goddess Samantha.

The place was packed.  The sergeant at arms verified 100% attendance.  The doors to the meeting room were closed and locked.  Five girls wearing black judicial robes sat themselves at the "bench".  Chief judge Carole Lawson gaveled the court to be in session.

Lola Longworth, a striking blonde, was assigned to prosecute the prisoners.  While the accused had no counsel this was also not a kangaroo court.  The sorority was genuinely interested in true justice. 

The accused would be taken from their cages and allowed to speak provided it was to the charges made against him.  He was also allowed to cross-examine any witness that came forth.  Leg shackles, which limited the prisoner’s leg movement, had been installed.  The hood was removed.  Goddess Samantha wanted them to see that all the eyes of Delta Phi were on them.

The trial began as Lola went through what had occurred by describing how the boys got into the house, how they had hidden and how they sprung from nowhere on the two unsuspecting girls while they were naked, taking a shower.  She described how Goddess Samantha’s servants had broken down the bathroom door and rescued the girls making sure to state that the boys had not yet consummated their intended acts.  She recommended as punishment the two be chained to a padded horse naked in the living room of the sorority house, one on each side of the fireplace.  They are to be available to every member girl in the Delta Phi house for the purpose of providing them with an opportunity for reciprocity for what they intended for the two victims now on chairs facing the accused. In addition to this punishment we further suggest castration, which will relieve society from having to deal with these two again for a similar crime against women.  We suggest the removed testicles be placed in two jars filled with formaldehyde to be presented to the victims as a token of compensation for the terror and abuse these two perpetrated on them.   There was applause for the prosecution.  Judge Carole Lawson gaveled harshly, "Order in the courtroom."

The first witnesses were the victim/accusers who stood up next to the caged males and each told what happened.   When they each sat down after testifying they did put their feet into the cages.  The males began to vigorously kiss and lick them to the pleasure of the girls and the audience.  Goddess Samantha’s internal humiliation meter measuring the boy’s true feelings went off the end of her scale. 

Next Lola had the two slaves testify to their actions and how they risked severe punishment, even a trial of their own for breaking into a girl's bathroom.  Of course they were the heroes of the Deltas Phi house and for a brief time were treated accordingly.  Lola said, "The prosecution rests but reserves the right to call other witnesses and present other evidence."

It was time for the defense.   They were brought before the bench one at a time.  Each stated the girls had seduced them and they were only doing what came naturally.  They claimed the entire episode was consensual. They claimed as well that the girls, not them, locked the bathroom doors.   When they had finished they were put back in their cages.

Lola was ready for this.  She presented videotapes taken from the house security system.  The house security system has TV cameras in all hallways, major rooms on all three floors of the house plus portions of the basement.  She showed a videotape of the two boys entering the house, signing in allegedly as guests of two specific girls.  The procedure is for them to wait for the girls in the living room.

The girl on duty who signed them in posted the girl's call numbers they asked for in her computer.  The numbers light up throughout the house when this is done to alert a member they are wanted.  There was no response to them.  She went to the living room to tell the boys of this and they were nowhere to be seen.  This was at 7:32am.  She thought they left the house.

The next videotape had them in the library.  They were looking around as if to see if anyone was there at the time.  Then they went up the stairs that led from the library to the second floor.   The next scene where these two were caught by the video camera was in the second floor main hallway.  The closest bathroom to the stairway from the library is BATHROOM #3.  The two walked to the bathroom door, looked both ways and entered the bathroom.

In the bathroom a videotape showed one of the two locking the door.  They heard the girls in the shower.  Both stripped naked.  They disappeared around the corner where there is no camera.  When Lola was finished, she smiled, licked her lips defiantly and sat down saying, "The prosecution rests."

"Any rebuttal from the defense?" asked Chief Judge Carole.

Even the girls in the last row of the meeting room could see the scarlet faces of the prisoners who were documented liars.  Both could easily be proven to have attempted rape, which would have carried a minimum sentence of 10 years in the state penitentiary, sex offender section.

"Have the accused anything else to say before a judgment is made?"

There was silence from the prisoners.  They knew they had been had.

The Judges retired from the meeting room to consult each other to come up with a verdict.  When they returned all stood until they were seated.  Chief Judge Carole read the verdict.  "It is the unanimous verdict of the Delta Phi Judicial Committee the prisoners are GUILTY as charged.  It is bad enough they what they did but to try to put the blame on the victims by lying is insufferable and should be dealt with accordingly.  We sentence both prisoners to 24 hours of anal and oral availability in the main living room of the Delta Phi house.  During this period the house will be considered SEALED meaning NO VISITORS during the entire period.  All part time servants will be excused during this period and all Personal Use services will be suspended.  The part time individuals I refer to will be rescheduled on a priority basis."

Chief Judge Carole went on, "After the prisoners have served this portion of their sentence they will be removed to the AR facility. There they will undergo castration of their testicles, which are to be preserved in one jar for each of the convicted prisoner's balls and filled formaldehyde to forever preserve them.  These are to be presented to each appropriate victim as a monument to and trophy of justice.  The prisoners may petition the Delta Phi house to enter domestic service if they so choose to further remedy their outrageous acts.  The Judicial Committee Court proceedings are now recessed."  And Chief Carole Lawson hammered her gavel, stood up and walked out of the room followed by the four other Judges.

The two prisoners wept.  They knew they could be released if they pressed it but if so it would be to the police along with eyewitnesses and videotapes that conclusively proved they had perpetrated their heinous act.  They would easily get a minimum of 10 years and then they're records would be marked as sex offenders forever.  They would likely be raped daily for ten years while they were in prison.  They would lose their citizenship rights as felons and never get a decent job for the remainder of their life.  They would not lose their sex life under that scenario but they wouldn't get to enjoy it anyway for 10 years while they were in prison.  And maybe it would not be bad working and living here in the Delta house serving 81 girls.  They had heard eunuch's still felt aroused when serving girls in the only way they could.  They would both take their punishment and would serve to salve their consciences.   They were taken to the living room and chained to padded horses.  Their 24-hour period would not start until their victims had taken their turns first.

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Two hours later Lynne and June were in the AR toy closet checking out strap on dildos.  There were very large ones there but they wanted larger if they could find it.  William Callahan III and Sanford Lewis were chained to padded horses in the living room, one on either side of the fireplace.  Nancy Reilly, who would have been M.O.D. for the Personal Use period of the AR, stood by to make sure order was maintained.  There were plenty of pretty angry sorority sisters who would have gladly torn the balls off these two by hand if they could get to them.  So far the 24-hour period had not started but the list of those relishing the opportunity was growing.

June and Lynne looked both ways then rapidly ducked into the Adult store looking for a monster dildo they could avenge the two with.  None were big or evil enough for them.  The clerk looked at the two good-looking coeds with obvious lust and even the possibility they were game for him.  June turned on the charm asking the clerk for the biggest dildo he had that would fit most straps on harnesses.  He did not have the Big Kaduna in stock.  That was THE big one on the market.  It would take weeks to get one and these two looked like they were in a hurry not willing to wait. In his male mind maybe they would let him give them a starter with his spindly one.  He wishfully thought just to warm them up.  His evil thought brought an evil smile to his not too pretty face.  He remembered an old bag coming in two weeks ago, plopping down cash for one but did not know if it came in or not or if it did if it was still around.  These two were just too good not to take a look for.

Sure enough there was an unopened box from the manufacturer.  Maybe that was the big one he had ordered for the other lady.  Besides if it was these two chicks needed it more than that old hag.  He looked around as if he was making sure no one was watching him, which was strange because except for some customers milling around ogling the wares on the shelves he was it in the store.  Plus customers always tried to be like they weren't there to begin with.  His face lit up when it was exactly what these beauties wanted.  He even decided he would make a mistake on the price and mark it at the cost of the invoice that was attached to the box.  The box the dildo came in was big and so was the dildo.  The price in it was $79.95.  The invoice was for $18.50.  He licked his lips.  Now he told himself to stay cool. 

He went to the girls with the box in his hands.  When the girls saw the box with the clear plastic allowing display of dildo their eyes lit up.  Then they saw the $79.95 price. And the lights went out.  Vengeance that day wasn't worth more than 80 bucks including tax, especially when they had many that would take the assholes who tried to do them to the moon anyhow. 

The clerk told him they could have it at invoice though because maybe they would like to be nice with him.  When June saw the $18.50 price she smile broadly and said "Sure handsome.  Only not today, We really are in a big hurry.  Right Sally?"

Lynne did not quite get it but knew enough not to dispute her friend and sorority sister and nodded yes.  Both saw the knob pushing out the clerk's pants.   June peeled off $16.00 she had as close as she could come to the asking price and asked "Sally" for $2.50.  Lynne gave the clerk $3.00 more and June took the box.  The clerk went very slowly to the register but when he turned to open the register the girls were nowhere in sight.  Both girls dashed as fast as they could to their car, opened the door and threw the thing on the floor in the back.  When they got back to the sorority house they marched into the living room triumphantly with the box so everyone there could see what they had.  When Nancy Reilly saw the huge dildo she began applauding.  This brought everyone in the living room to their feet to join in the applause as Nancy held the box over her head so everyone could see.  Then she whispered something in Lynne's ear that in turn did likewise to June.  They both nodded yes.  June took the box and brought it to where bad boy Callahan could see it.  He gasped and instantly began begging her not to use it on him.  She screwed up a very evil snarling sort of smile and reminded him how she begged him not to do what he had set out to do to her.  When Lynne showed it to her protagonist he knew better than to say anything.

June wanted the 1812 Overture to be played when she was ready to do William.  She set up a preliminary act with Nancy.  She would ask Nancy if she should lube him.  Nancy would ask why, and then say Nah.   It would be the signal to start the music and the music the signal to start raping the errant male before her.  Polly had her camcorder ready.  June had the Big Kaduna attached securely to her harness and all was ready or so she thought.

A big crowd circled the spot.  June made what she jokingly called her final approach.  The tip of the huge dildo was flush with William's asshole.  She braced herself using her subject's shoulders to give her more power.  Then with a mighty thrust she bounced off the male and landed on her ass.  The dildo was way too big to fit in the convicted student's asshole at this stage of his virginity.   She was helped up looking part disappointed and slightly humiliated.  Nancy came to her immediate aid. 

First she donned a rubber glove and gave the guy a harsh asshole inspection.  She left to room and went down to the toy closet in the AR and brought up three hefty dildos of varying sizes.  She took off the monster and installed a smaller one that was anything but small.  She told June she would have no problem with that one and she could fuck him until he was ready for the big one.  Lynne would be fucking hers with the ones she just finished using.  It sounded like a good plan.

Once more she moved into position.  The maneuvered the tip to his hole and pushed just slightly.  The, again grabbing the male's shoulder to add leverage she gave it the same massive thrust as before but this time it flew in and the male let out a scream that caused the house windows to vibrate.  The cheers that followed were deafening.  The suffering male pleaded for her to stop but she pounded him, ramming the big dildo into him until she came.  It was not until then that she backed out.  The male thought he had survived the worst.  He did not know this was only the beginning.

Once again Nancy helps June remove the dildo on the strap on and install another quite a bit larger.  She watched Nancy holding the one she had just used with her rubber gloved hand.  Nancy walked around to the face the guy, made him open his mouth and lick his shit off of the dildo making sure it was clean, ready for Lynne to use on her boy.   Neither girl cared how much either of the two guys screamed from pain or begged for mercy.  They were relentless.  Both were feeling the effects of the adrenaline that was driving them, mostly from hatred for what the two had almost done.  Yes they were sexually aroused by now and enjoying orgasm after orgasm but the energy and hatred persisted.

They fucked away telling them they can't wait to have their balls on their nightstand to see every night.  The told them they would end up as their personal slaves and be made to see both girls being fucked by men who were gentlemen while they could only stare knowing they had no cannon shells for their cannon.

The moment had arrived when Nancy was fixing the Big Kaduna onto June's harness once again.  June remember what had happened on her first try.  She did not care if it happened again.  She wanted it to go in and shred his insides so he would never forget what he did.  She put her hand on the cock to guide it then move back from him by almost a foot.  Then with a mighty thrust the monster hit his asshole perfectly and moved his body tissue aside as it penetrated.  William passed out from the pain and blood trickled down his leg.  June did not care.  She began fucking him with regular powerful strokes until it was almost half way in.  The tightness feeling that came from the big dildo was the most stimulating she had ever felt.  She pulled out because Nancy was gently pulling her back so they could try to revive the slumping male on the horse.

Meanwhile Lynne was doing quite well with her boy.  He too was learning what it was like being fucked, especially against one's will.  He could gather from the words of the girls around watching William he was out of it and privately he hoped the same thing would happen to him just to put him out of his misery. 

William was revived, given a drink of water and June went back to work on him.  Everyone was surprised at how long she lasted.  By now she had the monster buried in William and the sheer side of the dildo wore her out.  Two things of significance happened.  One was she never in her life had half as many orgasms as she had during this episode.  Second she never felt towards any other person, male or female as she did with this mass of now worthless shit of a male. 

She turned to Nancy and asked if she could have her training whip and permission to beat him.  Nancy did not hesitate and gave her the whip.  She turned to the almost limp male and told him she was going to take him as her own personal slave who will be better than a jail cell but far from whatever his aspirations were when he walked in on her and Lynne in the bathroom.  She beat him continually while he was crying, begging pleading for mercy non-stop. 

When she was done Nancy took a 30-minute recess and announced the Big Kaduna was not available to the other girls.  William and Sanford were the first ones in Delta Phi history that were fucked by every girl in the sorority within the 24 hour period including the one and only PAP, Zoe Bernicci.

The next evening Dr. Windsor did the honors and carefully placed each boy's testicles in decorative jars filled with formaldehyde.  Mistress Sandy had them put a wax seal all around the lids of the jars to make it airtight.

The metal tops of the jars were engraved with the words, "NEVER FUCK WITH A DELTA GIRL."  In addition the words, "Just ask William Callahan III." was engraved on June's jar and “Just ask Sanford Lewis on Lynne's.

Both males surrendered the following morning to June and Lynne who got permission to keep them at the sorority house as live-in full timers until they would take them if they wanted them when they graduated.

Delta Phi Sorority Δ ϕ

Chapter 12   Part 1

The SELECTION/TARGETING committee regular monthly meeting was called to order.  This was the committee that selected what would be looked at as slave stock.  There was a large criteria to choose from.  Any sorority member in good standing could propose a name to be selected as a target. 

Some of the criteria are as follows:

1. An attractive male student who a member believed would provide useful service to the sorority and excellent persona use of the sorority sisters.
2. Male students warranting discipline and attitude adjustment based on overt disdain for female students on campus.
3. Students who commit sexual assaults on any female students at the University
4. A Faculty member who uses “grades" to secure sexual favors from students.
5. Faculty members who show disdain for the female population of the student body who needs attitude adjustment.
6. Sorority President, House Mother, or Board member who wishes a male to be brought to service of the sorority or any of the aforementioned sorority officers.
7. Any application presented by a member for special consideration.

The committee would review the applications and gather evidence to support a selection for targeting.  Targeted males would be presented for approval by the entire membership at the next scheduled general meeting of the sorority [a monthly affair].  Student selections could be black balled by five dissenting members.  Faculty or other non-student selection required only three dissenting votes for black ball.

It was no surprise that this month's list included Dean Stockton.  His application contained the following information.  Sorority President, Goddess Samantha Cunningham’s family was having a 10 year reunion of the entire family.  This particular reunion would be the very first time ever that every person in the family had reserved a spot.  It would be the only time in the family's history where everyone there would have an opportunity to meet and speak with all those who were related to them.

The family had rented a large estate from a Duke for the 10 days of the great meeting.

Goddess Samantha had requested a sanctioned leave of absence from the University because sanctioned absences could not be counted against one's grades.  The Dean had denied her without a reason for the denial.  She demanded a reason so she could intelligently prepare an appeal to the University President.  She was concerned without the information stating precisely why she had been turned down, something may be brought up during her appeal hearing she may not be prepared to address at the time.

Dean Stockton had put his hands on Goddess Samantha several times, had invited her to his office and closed the door, which she quickly reopened and walked out.  She would have the sorority judge him as a biased faculty including the University president would judge her.

She would like to see the Dean naked on his knees licking her feet, even her asshole in front of her sorority sisters.  Even take his virginity assuming he still has it.  Plus maybe the Dean, because of the anxiety he unnecessarily caused Goddess Samantha, may want to provide a gift to her for a round-trip first class ticket on British Airways to London.  The Recruitment Committee had some pretty attractive girls that almost surely could simulate to the Dean what the Pied Piper of Hamlin did to mice.

But there were many girls in the sorority who feared the Dean and others who may believe if targeting him backfire all the girls in Delta Phi may be punished his way.

Votes are always secret and protected so a black ball is easy.  Nonetheless Goddess Samantha wanted to pursue this.  This month's list was unusually long. It was clearly weighted for vengeance. 

The surprising thing is Dean Stockton did not receive a single black ball. Either did Professor Walker.  The listed ended up with 6 male students and the two faculty members. Selected and sent to the Recruitment Committee.  16 students received black balls meaning that vengeance for some would have to wait.

Three subcommittees of the Recruitment Committee were formed.  One was to deal with Dean Stockton.  Another for Professor Walker and the third for the 6 male students that were targeted to be recruited,  

When the two committees met to deal with the two faculty members they decided to merge their efforts believing the same methods should be used for both.  Entrapment was considered the best.  It preyed on the male mind's propensity for following the organ hanging between a male's legs to where it wanted to go. The two faculty members were known to enjoy their students who wanted extra special grades and knew how to trade for them.

The Dean was set as the priority catch.  A girl was chosen to take him down.  Karen Clawson was one great looker.  Her long blonde shoulder length hair sparkled and was lighter than usual due to the chlorine in the pool and summer sun.  She knew how to use her looks and body language to catch the attention of a pair of horny eyes.  No question Dean Stockton was one who possessed those.  Karen dressed herself in a black leather mini-skirt.  On top she had a black leather halter bra.  She wore no hosiery, just black leather sandals that showed off most of her very attractive feet.  She had a gold ankle bracelet to set off her nicely tanned well-oiled legs.  But most important wasn't the clothing she wore but what she didn't wear.  She had no panties on.

She had made an appointment with Dean Stockton for 4:15pm, 15 minutes before the administrative office closed and most workers in it disappeared which normally was precisely when the clock struck 4:30pm.  She wanted to ask for a 7-day leave to be with her ill father.  As she walked across the campus eyes turned toward her.  No question she could turn them wherever she was.   Dean Stockton was known for his promptness so she was sure not to be a second late.  At 4:10pm she checked in with the receptionist.  At exactly 4:15pm she was shown into the Dean's office.  He looked up, smiled and gestured her to sit on the sofa as against across from his desk.  Most people he saw were always across from him at his desk.

She reached into a pocked in her skirt and threw the switch, which turned on the microphone that broadcast whatever sounds occurred in the room to a receiver hooked to a recorder in an automobile not far away. 

"Well young lady, what can I do for you?" asked the Dean.

Karen went on to explain how her father was ill and she felt it was important for her to go home to him.  She told him she needed from 7 to 10 days.

The Dean nodded his head saying, "That is a lot of catch up time to make up without the benefit of classes.  If they weren't so important we could simply give our students the books and a test at the end of a semester.  But is the lecture that provides understanding of the course that is lasting."

Karen lifted her right leg and place on her left thigh at her knee.  The Dean's line of sight was to her semi-exposed pussy.  And she took note that is exactly where his lecherous eyes went.  She began pleading with him.  He smiled and sat down next to her on the sofa putting his hand on the leg she had raised.  He ran is hand up and down on it.  Karen put her hand on his now swelling cock

The instant she did that he quickly said, "I think we can work something out, don't you think so Karen?  You don't mind if I lock the door to the office do you?"

Karen knew he too had a recorder going.  He would go to the door and lock it, offer her something to drink and on his way shut the machine off.  He came back to her with a glass of wine.  His fly was open.  When he exposed his penis it was hard and dripped some from his excitement.  He brought it to her face.  "Why don't you just wrap your pretty lips around it?"

Karen took it in her hands and began petting it.  He began letting out gasps of pleasure.  He actually told her it was time for her to take his cock in her mouth. 

"Mr. Stockton, I have never done anything like that before.  Why do you have your penis out of your pants?  All I wanted is to see if you would give me a leave of absence.  Now you want me to suck your cock?

He became angry and demanded, "Bitch, suck it.  You came in this office for a favor.  You led me to believe you knew how to pay for it.  Now pay for it, damn it."

Karen let out a shriek hoping someone was still in the outer office.  "Mr. Stockton.  Please stay away.  Please put it back in your pants."  She started for the door.  He was trying to head her off when she turned and landed an incredibly well placed kick onto his balls.   He doubled over.  "Mr. Stockton.  Oh my.  I didn't mean to kick you where it hurts.  I had better go."  She dashed to the door, opened the lock and ran.

Two of her sisters were laughing with glee.  "Got it all Karen, You were perfect."

The three of them jumped into the car and drove off.  Two days later an envelope addressed to Dean Stockton as PERSONAL & CONFIDENTAL in three areas arrived by U.S. Postal Service mail.  It lay on his desk for an hour before he returned from a faculty meeting.  When he opened the envelope there was an invitation for him to attend the opening of the Delta Phi House expansion.  It was accompanied by an audiotape.  "That little cunt," he mumbled under his breath. 

He knew he had better find a way out of this because no matter what it was they wanted it would not be very good for him.  He called Goddess Samantha.  In a super sweet voice he told her he must have had a bad day when they met to discuss her leave of absence.  He went on to tell her he had already posted the leave in the mail to her.

Goddess Samantha thanked him.  She told him she was in a rush and that she really appreciated his kindness then abruptly hung up the phone.  She danced about for a minute, was giddy for a few more then let out  a boisterous "YES!" as she raised her fist to the sky.

The Dean face reddened.  He put in a call to Karen Clawson.  At first he was very nice and in a very soft way explained that she could get in a lot of trouble for what she did.

Karen thanked him for telling her that.  She then told him he had better be where he was told or the tape would be everywhere on campus ten minutes after he didn't show.  She too hung up on him.  The Dean knew if the tape ever got out it was his job, his career as no other University would hire a male Dean who preyed on female students.  He realized he would be where he was told to be when he was told to be.  He would do to them what they did to him.  He would go wired to the hilt.

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Bernicci Construction put the finishing touches on the work to expand the AR and SQ.  Year’s back the sorority bought into the nuclear bomb threat and had built a bomb shelter that would accommodate all the girls in the sorority and staff.  Because of the reason for its construction it was abandoned years later.  The entrance to it was closed off with a concrete block wall.  Plans for it were discovered when Mrs. Bernicci took over as the head of the company.  She had Zoe bring the plans to Goddess Samantha. 

After spending days with the plans, Goddess Samantha brought a proposal to the sorority to use the shelter as the AR and SQ.  She could not impose the cost of materials and labor on Bernicci Construction now that slave Rollo was no longer the head of the company and where Goddess Samantha was now a part owner.  She used slave Rollo to estimate the labor and materials and to tell her how much of the labor had to be skilled and how much grunt.  The grunt labor she would use slaves.  It turned out the costs were easily accommodated by the cost saving using slaves to staff the house as against the former paid labor arrangements.  Bernicci Construction agreed to be reimbursed of its direct costs.   Now the AR would be a dungeon in every way. 

The new room was huge, actually almost twice as large as the basement.  During construction the AR was closed.  What was formerly the concrete wall that blocked off the entrance to the room was now a motorized door made of concrete block.  It totally concealed the presence of what was behind it.  And now with modern equipment it could be self-contained if necessary although no one had any notion why that would ever be. Dean Stockton would remember the room's "grand was opening" so to speak more than likely forever.

                               

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When the Dean walked nervously up the stairway to the front porch of the Delta Phi house he was a bit smug.  He would turn the tables on them with enough evidence to rid the campus of who he believed were his protagonists.  Two large African American males he knew well greeted him.  In a way he was relieved to see them.  They were dressed in their normal clothing and their dark skin somewhat obscured the Greek letters D and P tattooed on their hands.  In seconds a gag was shoved in his mouth then a hood over his head with one opening for his nose and mouth.  His arms were cuffed behind his back.  He was picked up like a sack of potatoes and carried down to the new facility where he was stripped naked.  The wire he wore was hooked to a tape recorder.  It was strapped jest below where his belt normally would be.  After he was stripped naked his legs were tied together and he was thrown into a cage.  For a while he showed his rage by trying to scream through his gag and flailing about in his small metal prison.  The room he was in was adjacent to the new SQ.  It was made sound proof.  The sounds of agony that would often be heard here would go no further than its own walls.

The Dean had not actually sent Goddess Samantha her "leave of absence" letter.  He thought he would save that to use as leverage to get back the tape. She had anticipated this.

When he had calmed down he was taken from his cage and put on a bondage table tightly strapped down.  He was able to hear the conversation made through voice simulators.  "How many days do we have to keep him here after his castration?"

"Two at the most," came a male voice.

Having heard this he tried to speak.  It was not his normal raucous voice.  He was actually begging.  There were tears in his eyes.  He felt soft female hands take his balls and gently squeeze them.  "I'll bet this set will go for more than any others we have had before.  I keep thinking how nice they will look on my nightstand in a jar filled with formaldehyde to keep them forever.  The lid engraved with his name and dean of the university."

Dean Stockton was turning beet red from both rage and fear.  The female hand began stroking his cock and it hardened.  "Maybe we should take the set.  Put a plastic tube in its place."

The male voice said, "We can do that if you want."

"We'll see how he behaves starting now."  The male who spoke was led out of the big room.  Dean Stockton's straps were removed.  He was taken from the table and instructed to kneel with his forehead touching the floor.  He obeyed.  A steel chain collar was locked onto him.  His legs were attached to a bar with leg cuffs on the end spreading his legs 32" apart exposing his genitals.  His hood and gag were also removed.   He saw several girls looking down at him.  Their legs and feet were bare marking them to be female for sure.  They all wore what appeared to be a simulation of a Ku Klux Klan shroud and hood that came just below their waist with their pussies gazing at him as well.  Each had a whip in one hand and what looked like a cattle prod in the other.  He began to tremble.

One girl extended her foot to his face and ordered him to kiss it. He knew better than to refuse.  In seconds he was into what he was doing and his cock swelled.  That is until another girl touched her cattle prod to his hanging cock.  His body left the floor.

He scream was deafening but all it brought was laughter from the girls.  They began ridiculing the size of his cock.  One of the girls tweaked it with her food.

A hook was lowered from the ceiling.  The power winch hoisted the dean until he was on the balls of his foot.  A girl with an indelible marked his chest in three inch high letters with the words 'SLAVE OF DELTA PHI"

"Can you read backwards slave? One girl laughed.  She had a mirror in her hand placed so he could see what they wrote on him.  "Can you say “I am a Delta Phi slave boy?"

He didn't think she wanted a response.  He knew it was a mistake when the first whiplash struck his back jolting his body just hanging there.  He screamed from the pain at first but then gathered what he had left then in his most autocratic way shouted, "I'll see you all end up in women's prison for this."

This was met with whips coming from two girl’s non-stop.  By now he was crying loudly and begging for mercy.  One of the girls asked, "What's that?"

Dean Stockton did not notice one of the girls in the white spook outfits was videotaping every move, every word.  What he did take notice of was now instead of only five girls there were at least twenty.  They would each come up to his body, play with his cock and balls then attach a clothespin to either his cock or his balls.  Before they departed they left large welts somewhere on his helpless body.  He was wondering if this torture would ever stop.  He would find a way to get Goddess Samantha and her cohort before all was said and done.

The whipping continued.  Some girls spit in his face.  Others who were smoking like to blow smoke into his face, One put her cigarette out on his cock. 

He began pleading non-stop promising to do anything they asked if they would.  It always brought laughter and ridicule.  he was spit on, kicked in the groin, whipped, clamped and hit with a cattle prod the minute he utter a harsh word.

His begging got more emotional.  At that point one of the girls spoke to him in a very soft feminine way.  "Do you agree you are now and forever a slave belonging to Delta Phi sorority?"

Dean Stockton's begging stopped.  "A slave?  To cunts?  Go fuck yourselves.  Every one of you will be on your knees sucking my cock to stay out of jail."

The girl who had asked him if he was ready for submission laughed.  She reminded him he was in no position to make his outlandish statements.  "Resume.  The slave needs to find his place.

If he doesn't come around soon it will be his balls in a jar that will be the next moment in his worthless life he will remember.

That statement silenced the dean.  The whipping resumed only harsher. The 3' cat would shorten the process. 

He would be moved to stage two shortly.  His pleading also resumed.  He was reminded as he was being viciously flogged of his present errant behavior such as calling his new owners "cunts.  "I promise you slave within 24 hours you will be very happy eating pussy, licking girl feet and using your ugly nose and cute tongue to make our assholes feels sooooo good. Face it you are a slave and not much else. Your fate lies with our decisions, not yours. And so you know we look at slaves as if they were livestock.  Right now there is a vast surplus supply to you knows what you are worth to us.  Tomorrow morning you will be branded just like livestock.  You will be reborn as a slave." 

This time no words came out of his mouth.  Only cries of pain and anguish.  When he looked close to passing out he was revived and water was forced down his throat.  He was told he could stop the flogging by agreeing to his enslavement and displaying obedience from that point forth.  He knew he was beaten and had to stop the pain that came from each and every lash of the whip.  His body was now a mass of huge welts.

The girl with the whip as ready to hit him harder, maybe hard enough to break his skin, The dean raised his drooping head and mumbled, "I surrender.  I can't take any more.  I am your slave and I will obey you."

That was the dean's defining moment.  The whipping stopped.  One girl, went to the telephone and whispered into it, "He's stage one broken."

Goddess Samantha paged Karen Clawson.  When Karen responded Goddess Samantha told her, "He is ready for you."

Karen responded, "Yummy."

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Dean Stockton was lowered from the ceiling pulley and allowed to gather himself on the floor.  He was crumpled up into a heap of defeated human flesh.  Some of the girls in the room looking down at him teased him with their feet, some on his cock, and others to his face and mouth.  He was given a dog bowl full of water, which he lapped up in a hurry then begged for something to eat.  This was anticipated.  Food scrapings from the girl's breakfasts filled a plate that was placed on the floor under a table that held snacks for the girls.  "Come slave boy.  Here's breakfast." 

When the slave managed to slither to the food the girl placed her foot on the plate.   "Enjoy fresh slave food slave.  Today the scrapings are from your owner's plates this morning.”  He was very hungry, licking every morsel off the girl's foot, checking with his tongue between her toes.

When he had finished his leg restraints were removed.  A dog-training collar was placed around his next.  It was pointed out to him that two girls on opposite sides of the room had remote controls that would activate an electric shock that could drop an elephant. Should he not obey every command?  They offered him a very low voltage sample.  His eyes almost popped out of his head.   "So you understand slave, right?"

"Yes".

The whip's lash landed on his ass making him lose his balance for a second.  "Yes Mistress is the way to address your owners slave."

"Yes Mistress," replied the dean.

His cuffs were removed.  He was directed to a cell.  After he entered the cell the door slammed shut.  Ten minutes later Karen Clawson walked into the AR.  She had a very cruel smile on her face coupled with an arrogance that came from the internal knowledge she is superior.  She went directly to the dean's cell and ordered him to his knees.  His eyes reflected the hatred he had for this girl who took him down.

She put her foot just inside the bars of his cell and ordered him to lick her foot.  Though his hatred did show he knew when he was licked so he dropped to his knees and did as he was told.  After she was satisfied he had been neutralized she had him brought to the table.

Karen began, "Dean Stockton, we are so pleased you begged us to allow you to serve Delta Phi Sorority.  That you were allowed to do this was a special privilege.  We need you to acknowledge this in writing.  If you agree with this sign the top document on the clipboard in front of you." He did not notice Mistress Cindy who is a Notary Public standing nearby watching or Polly with her camcorder.  When he finished signing the document Mistress Cindy came forth and asked him if he signed the document of his own free will completely absent from coercion of any hind.  He said he did.

There were two more documents on the clipboard that were processed the same way and the dean signed those as well agreeing he did so of his own free will.  He knew he had no choice and that he was doomed.  So did the girls who would take him to phase two of his training and humiliation.

Delta Phi Sorority Δ ϕ

Chapter 12 Part 2

The documents signed and safely stored Karen pointed to one of the three padded horses and told the dean to place him on one of them.  He was a broken man not having the will to resist. He knew the road he was on was not one that gave him any room.  He would obey because he had no choice.  When he laid his body over the horse two girls chained his arm. Legs and neck to the horse making him immobile and helpless, He really did not know what he signed but he was sure they were the finishing touches on his enslavement to these very clever aggressive women.  Karen would tell him what he signed before he would feel the tip of her dildo touch his asshole.

He felt a woman's hand smoothing over his welts. "Relax slave."  A finger began probing his asshole.  At first he took it, as an intrusion but the way the finger or fingers were moving and manipulating his bowel it began feeling good.  His cock got hard.  For the woman exploring it was a good sign. 

"Slave, you have signed a document attesting to the fact that you wanted to come here to Delta Phi to explore your personal needs for submissive masochistic deviant sex.  It admits you seduced a girl to line up others to satisfy your needs in return for assistance to gain favorable grade point treatment.  The second document you signed was a "Leave of Absence" document, which Nicole Cunningham sought from you.  The third document is an admission on your part that you had sex with one of our sorority sisters who is underage.  This is statutory rape in this state and a felony punishable with a mandatory 10-year sentence with no provision for parole.  It will be best if you keep them in mind as you conduct your servitude to this sorority.  We expect obedience. We demand respect. Are you ready to accept this?"

"Yes. I do not seem to have much choice.  Now do I?"

"Yes Mistress slave.  And no you do not have a choice.  You will do as you are told or you will pay dearly."

"Yes Mistress.  I am sorry.  This is new to me.  I beg your forgiveness."

"That's better slave.  Tell me three times that you are my slave."

"Yes Mistress.  I am your slave.  I am YOUR slave.  I AM YOUR slave."  They were said with conviction.

"Yes you are and do not forget it for a minute.  You have taken many young girls in your office and pulled out your cock taking advantage of them using the power that stemmed from your office.  Now you will feel the power that comes from the girls at Delta Phi.  Do you feel some pressure on your asshole slave?"

"Yes Mistress.  Yeeeeowwwww!”  The dildo was viciously thrust into him.  His virgin bowel gave way to it but not without considerable pain.  Karen humped him without mercy.  She wanted to do this so badly that it took only a few shoves into him to experience her first orgasm. 

"Slave…tell me not to stop…beg me not to…” Polly turned on the camcorder as the slave obeyed Karen begging her to fuck him to death.  He would do this for hours as the girls of Delta Phi all took turns fucking the dean.  He was theirs now.

Karen let enough time pass to be reasonably certain every girl that wanted to had her shot at the big man on campus did.  Then she would take him down a few more notches before letting him sleep about all of this in a cell for the night.  His wife, pretty Betty Stockton is a Delta Phi alumnus of long standing and knew of her husband's ways with the girls at school.  She would be his ultimate wake up call.  But not until tomorrow, Tonight the dean would learn new ways to serve a woman.  Right now his asshole was so stretched it looked like a big tunnel.

Polly put down her camcorder and picked up the box she had received a while back.  Up until now Goddess Samantha had not approved use of the branding iron she had ordered.  She was all excited because this morning she gave Karen they go ahead to mark the dean as Delta Phi property with the new device.  Ginny who did the tattoos was way behind and too many slaves were unmarked.  Goddess Samantha also learned most of the tattoos could be removed if the person was intent on doing so.  This branding iron was made to do cattle.  As far as Goddess Samantha is concerned all male slaves fit that category.   And Dean Stockton certain did.  He was in perfect position for Polly to do her thing.

The iron was plugged in.  It would take 5 minutes for it to heat up to readiness.  The mark it left on the wood was perfect.  She wondered what it would look like on male flesh.  Goddess Samantha had selected the fleshy part of the right ass cheek as the proper place.  Polly was wet just thinking about this moment.  She had fantasized what it would be like and had masturbated after getting excited about the prospects of actually doing it.  She wondered what kind of odor it would give off.  She knew it would.  To her just the act of treating a male slave like cattle or a horse by branding him with a hot iron changed his status to a livestock form confirming he was now chattel.

The dean had no concept of what was to happen to him in just a few minutes.  It would only be the beginning and he would learn the girls did not have an iota of mercy in their bodies making it useless to try to appeal for it the red light went on indicating the tool was ready.  Goddess Samantha entered the room silently.  She stood next to Karen who stood there rubbing her pussy in anticipation of the event that was about to take place.

Polly positioned herself to precisely where Goddess Samantha had indicated was the perfect place and waited for the nod from the sorority president.  It came.  She licked her lips then very carefully took a black marker and marked the spot she was targeting.  Then she brought the iron within an inch of the slave's ass.  He wondered what produced the heat but paid no mind to it.  Polly's eyes lit up as she moved the iron against the dean's ass and pushed as she had done on the wood.  He tried to get away by lurching in every direction but he was tightly secured and his efforts were too late anyhow.  His flesh had been burned to form perfect Greek letters under the PROPERTY OF English words marking the dean forever more as tangible property of the sorority.  The acrid smell that followed affected the nostrils of all in the room. 

The slave was in deep pain.  His face was twisted into a grimace, teeth clenched to try and bear it.  Three women present had orgasms just watching and smelling the aftermath No one felt any compassion for this man.  Polly unplugged the iron and took out a kit she had put together with burn ointments and a bandage would keep them from becoming infected.  She had obtained an antibiotic to make sure.

The slave was released from the padded horse and let to grovel on the floor.  Karen stood over him.  "You could use something to drink, eh slave?"

He agreed.  She raised her skirt revealing she hold no panties on.  She pointed her finger to her pussy.  "Here's your fountain slave. I want your mouth wide open to and on it. 

You are my toilet."

It was clear the dean was now in control and would do whatever he was told to do.  He did have a problem because the branding made it impossible to sit on his haunches to he had to lean forward to keep the pressure off his ass cheeks.  Karen knew this would be awkward for him and that he was likely to drip all over the floor.  She didn't care.  She would have him lick it all up either way.  But he made an extra effort to catch every drop as it came out of her pussy.  No question he was very uncomfortable but very agile for a man his age.  His mouth widened to be full opened.  When she started flowing she tried to control her flow so he would be able to catch it all and lo and behold he did.  When she finished he knew to lick her clean.  She backed up to a chaise lounge and laid back once again pointing to her pussy indicating she was desirous of using his tongue for her pleasure.  To Karen this was a reversal compared to his efforts in his office only she was succeeding.  He ended up here for his efforts.

Dean Stockton crawled to the chaise, licked Karen's feet when she pointed top them then following her finger to the calves of her legs then up to her pussy.  He was not very experienced giving head as getting it.  She directed his tongue and lips and managed to get him pointed the right track to please her.  She wanted him to feel her control over him and that she was the one who was getting what she wanted the opposite of his usual experience.  She would further degrade him by taking him naked to the living room in a short while then sending him all over the house to fetch her things using louder than necessary commands.  Everyone knew who he was and loved seeing his used as a lackey.

When she had enough she leashed him and walked him in circles like a dog.  He had him heel, beg and give her his paw.  He was hooded because it was time to take him upstairs.  He was made to crawl out of the AR to the basement area [part of which is now an exercise and body building area.  From there he was made to crawl to the door to the exterior of the building through the Bilco doors and up the ramp to the lawn.  He was naked and felt so much shame he could not lift his head.  Two girls saw him and thought they would have some fun teasing him on his cock.  They asked about the bandage on his ass. 

Karen smiled explaining he had just been branded.  They wanted to see it and Karen obliged.  She carefully lifted off the dressing and showed the now scabbing but very clear lines PROPERTY of Greek Delta and Phi letters.  The dean was humiliated being looked at line an animal in a cattle auction.  "So we own him now," giggled one of the girls.  "Yep, he's a slave and that's all he is.  We own the dean.  Come on doggie dean," snarled Karen.  "If you have to piss, piss here.  Lift your leg like a dog so you don't piss on yourself."

The dean raised his left leg and let a stream go.  Karen asked him if he had to take a crap.  He nodded he did not so she jerked him hard to get him moving again.  He was walked through a gate to the pool area.  There were more than 20 girls there who almost all came over to ridicule and kick him.  Here again Karen was asked what was behind the bandage and once again she showed them.  There was ooohs and ahhhhs but the big word was "cool."  "The dean belongs to Delta Phi girls,” she said savoring the words.

The slave was taken to the 2nd floor.  Karen needed a bath and she was going to use the dean to serve as her personal maid.  He would shave then massage her legs.  She would lay there teasing him with her very excellent bodies then have him blot her dry.  He would learn how to comb her hair.  Slave Stockton drew the bath.  When Karen entered the room he was reprimanded for being in a standing position. "You will learn slave.  You have just earned 25 lashes well laid on. Expect them after you have served me with my bath.  How does it feel having a young chick sticking her naked body in your face and being helpless to do much except serve as a lackey?"

"Chastened, servile even understanding how I met my superior Mistress."

"Good, you will be my lackey.  You will make yourself available to me for any use I choose for you. Slavery isn't bad.  Especially if you're not the slave, you will keep me informed, won't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Karen had broken this man and fully intended to keep him that way.  She would have him next to her chair at dinner with all those girls’ legs and female scents everywhere he could turn.  She would feed him morsels from her plate, make him beg then drop them on the floor and let him eat like a dog.  She wanted him to have a seriously minus sense of self-esteem.  His behavior indicated he had reached that point.

The girls gradually filled up the dining room.  As they passed Karen's place at her table they mocked the dean who was on his hands and knees looking more like the family dog than the university senior faculty officer.   The event was not only humiliating to him but shocking as well.  He saw students he knew well, dressed only in a leather thong, and having a tattoo on their left ass cheek saying "PROPERTY OF D P [in Greek letters] serves the girls.  They were slaves just like he was and bending over backwards to please his Mistresses.

Glenda Wilson sat next to Karen.  She both whipped the dean and fucked him as well.  He would eat her pussy before the night was over.  She hated him, which was not unusual based on his reputation.  She would spend these minutes when she was in proximity to him to tease him hoping to a point where he would lose it.  Karen didn't care.  She leaned sideways to put her foot in his water bowl just as he began drinking.

Glenda was very surprised how he seemed to be happy she did this because he made sure he lapped her foot with his water and did so with vigor.  Actually she was getting hot from it but still left her foot where it was.  She looked around then poked Karen on her arm while pointing to her crotch and glancing down at the slave.  Karen smiled and nodded her approval.  She reached down and grabbed him by his ear and harshly steered him under the table, spread her legs and leaned back.  Dean Stockton knew what to do and did what he was expected to do.  He was hardly alone under the tables.  There were many slaves helping their superiors enjoy their meal.

He no longer wondered what the Deltas had that every girl on campus wanted.  The word is everything.  Plenty of servants all the time, a luxurious house, the best food on campus and a sisterhood that was very real, The Deltas had the highest average GPA of any sorority, fraternity or other organized groups.  The males that were serving them that had listed the house as there residence all had GPA increases of substance including ones that already had good grades,  And now they had him where they wanted him.

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When dinner was over Karen led him to her room.  She thought it would be good for him to clean up after her and her roommate.  She was not at all surprised that he worked in silence and without hesitation and did a very credible job.  She would have him do things he hadn't a clue but were very servile in nature.  When he finished cleaning up he assumed his slave position, which is to kneel on the floor forehead touching it.

"I want a pedicure slave.  There is a box in the closet that has everything needed.  Get it."

The slave crawled to the closet and made his search.  He returned with the right box.  Karen instructed him to go to the bathroom down the hall, knock, and be sure there is no one in it before entering.  She explained there were foot soaks tubs and where they were.  He was to run hot water with foot soak in it.  He caught on and came back with the tub properly filled with two towels she said nothing about.

"My shoes and socks slave."

He did not mind be called "slave."  He was kneeling and in pain because his branding was so fresh.  Any pressure on his ass cheek would be very painful.  She had checked it earlier.  It was well scabbed and looked clean.  He is older than most slaves.  They would use his ability to heal to judge the schedule for doing all the slaves.  Karen wanted a Prince Albert piercing for him.  That would be scheduled in a week.

He removed her Keds and socks.  She could tell he was admiring her legs.  The girls knew the passion a nice pair of legs could rise in a male who was attracted by them.  This male was very attracted.  She smiled at this power she had over him because this slave was enjoying his work at her feet very much.  When he had removed her shoes and socks he gently put them in the plastic basin he and retrieved. 

"Ten minutes for the soak slave.  I want you to massage on my feet while they are in the water."

Slave Dean Stockton had strong but gentle hands.  In spite of the pain he was suffering sitting on his haunches he went at serving Miss Karen with a sense of devotion.  He would suffer to serve her.  She watched him as his strong hands massaged her soaking feet.   He looked as if he wanted to put his mouth on them and worship the pretty girl.  He did want to.

By now the cuticles had softened.  He was instructed how to deal with them.  She watched as he worked ever so carefully making sure he did not cause her any concern or to force a cuticle beyond where it was supposed to be.  When he had finished Karen looked carefully at her feet.  He knew from her smile he had pleased her.  She told him to use a loofa sponge on her feet to be sure to remove any dead skin.

Next he was to file her nails to shape.  She explained in detail how to do this.  When he went through the box looking for a file she pointed to a white plastic box.  It was an electric nail filer.  This seemed to frighten the slave or realistically concern him.  These were good signs for Karen.  He now had a strong instinct to please.  She asked for the machine and the box.  Every tool in the box was explained.  She told him to try using it on his own nails.  He took the shaper and began doing just that and to his delight he saw his nail quickly shaped into the one he desired. 

With confidence he went about shaping Karen's toenails.  After he finished the first he looked up for her approval.  Her smile told him to continue his work.  When he had completed all ten toes he looked up again.  Karen peered down at them, knew they would be perfect and told him he could kiss her feet.  She knew that was what he was working for.  She felt his passion for her as his lips caressed her foot.  She allowed him to worship her for three minutes, a long time under the circumstance.

He was ordered back to his job.  He was to remove her old polish.  He found the polish remover, a cotton ball and quickly did his work doing it ever so gently.  When he was satisfied he held out the box filled with many bottles of polish for her to select the color she wished.  She took out two bottles, one a nice red, the other a clear coat.  Once again the slave took great care applying the color coat.  Karen gave him some hints as he worked, incorporating each as she spoke them.  When he had painted both feet she had him blow dry the first foot he had completed.  He knew he was to finish with the clear coat and blow-dry that as well. When he was done she patted him on the head then had him smooth his hands over her legs.  She had been watching his cock throughout the entire service.  It was hard and spurting pre-cum continuously.  When she patted him he ejaculated.  This told her how powerful his new instincts had trained up.  He had to lick up the mess he made.  She was very satisfied with the progress of the slave.  The phone rang.

Goddess Samantha's invitation had excited Karen.  Few in the sorority house receive such an invitation.  She was to bring the slave Dean Stockton with her.

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It was 9:30pm.  Karen stood at Goddess Samantha's door.  She had the slave knock.  It was Wednesday evening.  Goddess Samantha had just come back from the big rally for the team who on the weekend would play in a nationally televised game.  Both her slaves Roosevelt and Lionel were featured.  The student body would idolize them.  During the rally she chortled to herself if they only knew these two were her slaves.  But now the rally was over and the two slaves were at her beck and call until morning when they would check in to the athletic dorm where they would be bused to the airport.  Tonight she would enjoy them and the beautiful junior, Karen with the Dean slave.

Roosevelt answered the door and beckoned the two in.  The dean was quickly caged. Goddess Samantha walked to Karen and embraced her.  This overcame with Karen.  She had never felt so hot.  Her pussy was dripping wet.  She was in love with her Goddess, even her slave.  She knew this instantly.  Her legs gave way as she sunk to her knees her mouth seeking Goddess Samantha's feet.  Her lips made the instant contact, passion flowed both ways.

The two slaves took their Mistress' signal and began disrobing her.  When she was naked she offered a taste of her royal sex to the prostrate girl who went at it eagerly, tonguing her Goddess' wetness.  The two big slaves assisted Karen to her feet and slowly disrobed her as well.  When this was finished Goddess Samantha ran her hands all over Karen's body.

The two black slaves knew this was when they were to begin licking both pussies very slowly and deliberately.  This went on for several minutes.  At the signal the respective slave that was serving them and brought to Goddess Samantha’s king sized bed picked up both girls.  After placing the two of them softly on it they both crawled to where the caged dean was.  They made sure he could not see what was happening on the bed by placing their large bodies in the way.  But all could hear the exchange of pleasure that was taking place and took place for nearly an hour and a half.

One would have thought that would have been enough for the evening but these two had slaves to further stimulate their libido.  Both needed to piss and both wanted the dean to enjoy their post sex wine.  He was taken from his cage to the bathroom in case he lost a drop he would be able to lick it up off the tile floor.  The women's pussies would still have the scent and wetness of their recent pleasures.  The slave would first have to lick this clean so he understands the relationship that women could have and taste it.  It was somehow different and certainly richer tasting.  Goddess Samantha knew the slave understood this the minute his tongue touched her pubic hair.

It made the slave so eager to serve he did not let a drop of her forceful flow of urine into his waiting mouth escape him.  Karen stood waiting her turn mesmerized by this.  When Goddess Samantha stopped the slave dutifully licked her clean and she stepped aside.  He quickly moved to Karen, first licking the aftermath of her just finished sex with lust the opening his mouth ready to accept her pee, which he now took as the finest wine in the world.  She too let it flow as it came and he drank like a man possessed also not letting a single drop go astray.  He licked her with caring tongue strokes.  Goddess Samantha smiled.  She knew Karen was a very superior female creature and would have her in her very special circle.

For the next two hours whips slashed all three slave's bodies always culminating in orgasms with slaves lavishing their pussies to keep them clean.  For the finale Karen was treated to the huge and beautiful cocks of both Lionel and Roosevelt.  She had been moved from one level to one or higher.  Karen did not return to her room that night.  Slave dean Stockton slept in a cage.  Slaves Lionel and Roosevelt were sent to the athletic dorm way past curfew but with passes from the Dean.

CHAPTER 13

Dean Stockton was in his office on his computer checking for students with upward grades improvement.  73 names came up.  He recognized more than 15 who he saw at the Delta Phi House.  He decided to interview the others.  All would have a tattoo on their left hand if they were any part of the Delta Phi slave stable.

He had spent an entire day at the Delta Phi house being re-oriented with his wife.  She was now his primary Mistress and as it turned out his life had taken a major turn for the better.  True he knew he was a slave forever but it must have been where he belonged because he was never happier.  What he was doing now was sorting out the students that had come under the spell of Delta Phi girls, not to upset the apple cart or to harm them.  It was to mark their file with his own secret marker as "brothers", something he now understood.

Mrs. Stockton was also a much happier person.  In fact happier than she had ever been, Her man was now ultra attentive to her and her needs.  And she had taken another big step.  She became a charter member of DPP, Goddess Samantha's new post-graduate society for the establishment of Female Supremacy open only to Delta Phi alumni.  She agreed to form a cell that would contain only Delta Phi graduates of her class.  Amazingly once the women understood the goals and objectives of the organization they flocked to it.  This was very important because these women for the most part were either married to wealthy and powerful males or had succeeded on their own.

Florence Bernicci was very appreciating of how Delta Phi Sorority was treating her daughter Zoe but more so what Goddess Samantha had done for her in regard to her husband Rollo.  She had since discovered her husband Rollo had purchased a very large tract of land in a remote area of California that was now hers.  Though the property borders were irregular in shape its average dimension was 4.7 miles by 6.4 miles.  Whatever anyone could say about Rollo Bernicci he was a passionate environmentalist.  He had bought the land with the intent to preserve it forever. He had agreed to accept deed restrictions that would forever dedicate 97% of the entire property to its natural state of woods, streams and mountains.  He would build a house so he could personally enjoy the property.

The land was 52 miles northeast of San Francisco.   To preserve the land in keeping with the previous owner’s intent it was fenced with heavy blackened chain link fence 10" tall with razor wire on top plus a high technology electronic fence that would announce intruders by setting off an alarm   the electronic fence could also be used to keep things in the area as well as intruders out.   There were only two ways in or out, both on remote logging roads. 

She fully understood Goddess Samantha's future plans and dedicated her to furthering them any way she could.  It was due to Goddess Samantha that her life had taken the dramatic turn that it did.  What was dismal and depressing is now exciting and fulfilling.  Her husband is now serving her purpose and her as well.   The only issue was how Goddess Samantha wanted to receive her gift of this property.  Did she want it personally or did she wish it to belong to DPP, her dream.

It should be noted that since the forming of DPP its growth has been phenomenal.  Delta Phi national had supplied Goddess Samantha with the names and current address with phone numbers of every alumni going back 25 years. 

Cells were being formed everywhere.  It was for most women a revitalization of their lives.  The women who really energized the effort were recent grads aged from 22 to 38 years of age.  Money in support of DPP came pouring in.  Goddess Samantha had expected support but nothing like this.  These Delta Phi women seemed determined to elevate the status of women everywhere to a state of supremacy and were willing to put their efforts and resources to accomplishing that goal.

For Goddess Samantha it seemed nothing could exceed the excitement of this success that is until today's luncheon meeting with Florence Bernicci.  Mrs. Bernicci had sent a photographer to the property to put together an album showing the beauty of the land and its many facets.  It was as exciting for her to this as she knew Goddess Samantha would be to receive it.

They sipped their wine and talked about the progress of DPP, both about the incredible number of women who enthusiastically joined but how active they already were.  It was clear Goddess Samantha was savoring every moment discussing this.  When Florence Bernicci withdrew the photo album and papers from her rich leather briefcase her face brightened with expectation.  She began by offering the photo album.  Goddess Samantha took it and began going through it gasping at times from the beauty she saw.  But she had no idea what this was all about and as her puzzlement grew Mrs. Bernicci seized the moment.  "Nicole, I have a gift for you. 

The pictures you have been looking at are of a huge tract of land approximately an hour and a half from San Francisco.  When I say large it is slightly larger than 30 square miles of natural untouched beauty composed of woods, streams, hills and mountains.  It was land our slave Rollo bought from a very wealthy individual who wanted the land to stay in its natural state forever.  Rollo agreed to this individual putting deed restrictions on the land permitting development to buy 3% of it when he acquired it.  Because of the restrictions the cost was relatively nominal.  He planned to put a house there as a sort of retreat.  You have spoken how when DPP was fully developed you wanted a place for the women to come for luxurious vacations that offered an excitement not available anywhere in the world.  Based on your description of what that place would be like I believe this land meets all the criteria for this to come true.  I know from the flow of funds coming into DPP it is now affordable to proceed,

Especially if the land had been secured, the only question is does this land meet your criteria because if it does it is yours today.  I can either deed it to DPP or you personally"

Goddess Samantha took a deep breath.  She was truly overcome.  Tears formed in her eyes.  She looked at Florence and in a halting voice said, "I don't know what to say.  I must be dreaming.  Can we go see it today?"

"Of course, But let's take some male help with us.  Who knows what lurks in such a remote place."

Goddess Samantha could not wait to finish her lunch.  Back at the Delta Phi house she rounded up two big male slaves.  She lamented Roosevelt and Lionel was off for the weekend game.  The drive was very pleasant.  Both the slaves worked in the kitchen and brought along both beverages and snacks in a cooler in the event they were desired.  The women rode in the back of Florence Bernicci's new Mercedes full size sedan.

One hour and forty-five minutes later they arrived at one of the gates.  It was locked not with one chain but four, each with its own lock.  One key did fit all.  The slave opened the large gate while the other drove through.  The gate was closed and locked but not all four.  The way into the property was 11 miles on a dirt-logging road.  On the property there was an overgrown trail one could say was a road.  It wound through magnificent woods, even crossed a small wooden bridge over a sparkling stream.  After driving for better than two miles they came to a clearing and a building.  It was fairly new.  The two women got out of the vehicle to take a look. 

It was a very large structure that was empty inside. Sort of a big shell to be worked into something, It was noted it had two stories but no windows on the second floor.  The walls were made of thick concrete.  Huge glass windows allowed those on the first floor to take in the magnificence of the scenery, which went from just woods to mountains and a babbling stream.   It was as if the one who had it constructed had an idea for the place but quit somewhere along the way.  Goddess Samantha learned as long as the roads were not paved they would not constitute developed land.  The building was large but hardly would make a dent in the 3% allocated maximum allowed for construction on the property. 

Goddess Samantha's pussy got wet from the excitement conjured by what she would do with this land.  She wanted full control over the property.  She explained this to Florence and why. 

Florence agreed with her, which is why she offered it either way, to her, Goddess Samantha or to DPP.  When women came here there would be sport and luxury.  Men would not be allowed if they were not slaves.  Of course it would be male slaves that would used to serve all aspects of the facilities.  The resident administration would of course be all women who believed in the concept of Female Supremacy worldwide.  The training and guard staff would be women who had shunned advanced education and found their lives lacking.  DPP would restore their self-esteem confidence hoping to sponsor them to achieve higher education and position.  The DPP women's husbands would be unknowingly supporting this wave of change that was to overtake them.  Florence Bernicci was living proof.

The trip kept Goddess Samantha on the edge of her seat all the way back to the Delta Phi house.  She would assemble experienced staff to get everything moving because she saw this as the lever needed to inspire all the women who would understand "girl power" after just one visit to the facility if it was built to her exacting design and purpose.

Goddess Samantha has enslaved many.  All it ever took was her presence for males to understand they were born to serve Her.  She owns slave Michael, an elderly retired attorney who is pretty swift. There is slave Arnold, a middle aged architect.  And slave Rollo Bernicci who is as good a contractor as there is or will be on this project if he knows what is good for him.  She will summon all of them immediately.

Florence Bernicci had the proper papers drawn to convey the property to Goddess Samantha.  Slave Michael searched the county land records to assure there was clear title.  He also ordered a survey to place location pins indicating the meet’s and bounds of the property.  Slave Rollo Bernicci spent several days walking the fenced perimeter as well.  Inside the property he located another building deeper in the woods that had the controls to the fence and electric power.  He learned the former owner had prepaid electricity to the property for ten years, two years having already passed due to its very low usage credited to add years to the prepaid estimate that had been agreed upon with the power company.  The building is where the main power to the property was drawn with so much power available it required its own switching equipment.

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The architect understood the plan and went to work designing the entire facility.  He retained an engineer to design the utilities such as water, sewage etc. and other engineering concerns.  Goddess Samantha would be relentless in driving these slaves to perform.  Her dream would be a reality.

As these slaves were working she called in a publicist.  She had decided she would not use DPP funds that were building up into quite a large sum.  Instead she would test the membership and see how much they too coveted her dream and how much they wanted it to come true quickly.  The architect and engineers had worked up preliminary costs.  Goddess Samantha doubled them not wanting anything to stop full completion of the project as she had dreamt and described it. She had the publicist portray in detail the functions available and used the architect’s renderings to produce an outstanding graphic solicitation for funds.  The confidential mailing to the rapidly growing numbers of DPP members would suggest a minimum amount donation that would complete the project in from six to nine months.  It was no surprise that within two weeks almost double that amount was received and deposited into the DPP building fund. There were no doubt the women of DPP wanted this facility badly.  Goddess was both overwhelmed and gratified with this support.

The team assembled to bring the project off worked well together. It seemed all were motivated to serve Goddess Samantha and were driven to please her.

The roads were improved but not beyond what would constitute construction.  They were cut clean, compacted and oiled.   A small concrete plant was temporarily erected to mix the material on the site.  The architect's plans went to the engineer who made construction drawings.  It should be noted the cost estimates included profit margins and overhead for the contractor.  Bernicci construction would pass through only direct costs and nothing else. 

Slave Rollo bought 10 used 44' box trailers and had them outfitted as barracks.  Labor would be brought in.  The workday would be12 hours per day, 6 days per week.  Slave Rollo made daily inspections as did slave Arnold.  The work was meticulous.  All knew it had to be that way.  There would be a luxurious lodge for the guests and a beautiful administration building where all the Female personnel who would oversee the facility would also reside and dine in reasonable luxury.  Naturally there would be tennis courts, a gorgeous pool and other pleasing amenities.  The fully equipped horse stable would have experienced instructors that would have any women who spent a week at the facility become an experienced horsewoman.  

There were two building that housed slaves.  The one for service slaves had bunks, all outfitted with chains and cuffs if it was thought necessary to constrain a slave. These are the food service, housekeeping, and special services slaves and play slaves.   This building would also have cages and cells, along with an elaborate training facility designed along the lines of the AR in the Delta Phi house.   Then there was a stable for the slaves who would be involved in the special sport the facility was designed for.  Of course there was the assembly building where national and hopefully internationally attended quarterly meetings would take place.  This building would also house the quarterly slave auctions with elaborate slave prep for sale facility.  DPP members could buy slaves for their household or personal use.  Goddess Samantha knew slave ownership would advance the cause more quickly as well as forcibly. 

The guest suites were all specially designed and equipped.  The guest lodge would have a fully equipped spa with masseurs, hairdressers, everything a woman could want.  Members of DPP could reserve a week at a time and would be limited to come here 4 times per year.  A tract of land outside the facility a mile down the road that had been cleared by loggers was purchased to erect a helicopter pad for those arriving at San Francisco or Oakland airports not wanting the 90-minute ride.  Guardhouses were built at both entrances.

Weekly visits were made by Goddess Samantha and her team to monitor progress.  She thought to herself what a difference having the right kind of slaves makes.  Slaves must perform and hers are performing because they want and need to please her above all.  And please her they were doing.  Costs were coming in far below estimates.  No corners were being cut.  As the construction progressed everything seemed to exceed her expectations.  The 6 to 9 month completion schedule was reduced to 5.5 months because of the precision management that came from slaves Arnold and Rollo.

When everything was complete slaves Rollo and Arnold gave the project their final inspection making sure everything was fixed carefully so that when Goddess Samantha came for Her final inspection she could not find a thing missing or as much as a blemish anywhere on the project.  Both slaves would be rewarded with slave type rewards. 

It was a very busy time for her.  She had to keep up with her schoolwork.  It was of vital importance to her.  Mistress Cindy joined in to recruit girls to become trainers and guards.    She ran ads in all the newspapers in the vicinity of the project and elsewhere seeking the right kind of girl:

YOUNG WOMEN WANTED

To assist in the management of a luxury

Women's only sports and recreational

Facility located north of San Francisco.

Exceptional opportunity for women

seeking a new start and advancement.

Good starting salary plus full luxury room and board.

Application must contain a full resume from the

beginning of high school until present including

everything including failures to jail terms.

All resumes must be postmarked no later than

February 1, 2009.  Send to DPP – Box 255 –

San Francisco, CA 90521

It amazed Goddess Samantha when the first batch of ad responses exceeded 200.  She and Mistress Cindy reviewed each one.  A Post-It was placed on the back of each application.  A checkmark on it indicated approval for further review.  An "X" meant rejected.  180 of the 200 plus applicants were to be further reviewed.  Copies were made and sent over to P.I. Robertson to check out each and every applicant.  He worked his computers overtime.  His reports eliminated 32 more.  Goddess Samantha's plan called for 40 to 45 needed in such positions as general administration and guard/trainers. 

Mistress Cindy took Karen with her and did a preliminary screening of all who would show for an in person interview.  This screening eliminated half the remaining girls.

A week later Goddess Samantha came to San Francisco to select the finalists. Before an offer was made She hired buses to take the girls to the as yet unnamed facility.

After being shown the entire facility and a better description of the responsibilities these girls would have they were give a chance to decline the position.  The girls to a person reiterated their wish to join this operation.  They had been asked questions such as:

If the opportunity came to force a male to his knees would you

1. Pass on it?
2. Make him do it
3. Don't know. 

Would you have problems using a whip or other pain-producing instrument on an insubordinate male?

Is torture a beneficial technique if the results improve the tortured individual performance?

Goddess Samantha, Mistress Cindy and Karen were very surprised how many girls would enjoy dominating a male.  In retrospect all three realized there was no reluctance from any of the 81 Delta Phi girls to do just that so why should these girls be different.  None were shown the dungeon or the AR as it was called.

44 girls were hired.  The rest were put on a waiting list.  Many others responded to the ads and would be looked at as they got underway.  Uniforms were selected.  They resembled Nazi SS or Gestapo garb to instill fear and respect from those they would administer. There were girls in this first group who had taught exercise classes, two ex marines, 5 other military.  These girls would train the novices.  There would be one male service slave for every girl is she administrator, guard or trainer.

Special attention went to selecting the Sports Mistress.  She would be a key part of the senior management of the facility and responsible for both the horse stable and the kennel including acquisition of superior stallion horses and male dogs.   She would hire female riding instructors and select stable boy and kennel slaves.  In addition the Sports Mistress would have under her several related spots venues such as firearms and archery.

They would take Delta Phi part time slaves who were not doing well in school to initially stock the service side making arrangements with slave dean Stockton to work out the grades of these students so they did not lose out. Towards their degrees, In addition they would screen existing applicants to serve Delta Phi of which there was an abundance to see how many could fill the bill here as well, seeking mostly those who would qualify as good menial servants but were not such good students.  These slaves would be temporary. Because the nature of the facility would be to generate permanent slaves as a byproduct of the recreation service they provided to their clients the part time slaves would mostly be sent back to the campus. After a reasonably short term of service,

The grand opening would be shortly.  Announcements were sent to all DPP members explaining reservations would be taken on a first come first serve basis.  The mail requesting reservations flooded the P.O. Box. Many sent via U.S. Postal Service Express mail, Overnight Service.  So many arrived in such a short period of time the opening week would be subjected to a lottery. 

What was surprising was that every reservation requested was accompanied with a check for $6350.00, the cost for a single week.  While this astounded just about everyone involved with the project it did not surprise Goddess Samantha one bit.

Chapter 14

Before Thanksgiving day Delta Phi Sorority owned 23 live-in male slaves who served the house with everything from food service to housekeeping and maintenance.  The live-in slaves were always available to any of the girls when they were not in scheduled service, in class or assigned study hours.  Part time slaves had in house service schedules where they were used to assist live-in slaves and for personal use by the girls. If any one or more of the girls wanted one of these classes he was summoned and he had better show up.

In addition to the student slaves there were faculty members who had been brought to their knees.  There were 7 professors and of course the dean.  On campus during school hours any of these slaves were subject to any Delta Phi sorority sister on demand with the single proviso such demands did not supersede scheduled classes, programs or Delta Phi house duties already assigned.  It was not unusual to stop a passing slave and send him to Burger King or Wendy's for something to eat or drink.  It was nice being served any time anywhere, especially not having to stand on line. This was a lot of fun for the girls especially when they were with non Delta Phi girls who saw these guys taking orders in very servile ways from the Delta Phi girls.  Many a time when these situations took place the non Delta Phi girls chided it was like having slaves to serve them. This always brought a smile to the faces Delta Phi girls who knew they were.

The girls wore Delta Phi pins. It was mandatory.  The slaves of course all had their neat tattoo on their left hand with a number in the event it was necessary to identify an errant slave who failed to provide his name or number to a Delta Phi girl who beckoned him to service.

This particular day two Delta Phi girls, Phyllis Day and Doris Campbell had desire for a personal slave for the day and perhaps well into the evening, They spread a blanket on the grass close to and on the left side of the walkway that carried most of the traffic from one of the school's buildings to the commercial area just off campus waiting for a Delta Phi slave to pass they thought they might enjoy.  It would be less than five minutes before a horde of students would exit the buildings and make their way to get something to eat etc.  Those going the other way were usually on their way to class and not available under the rules.

When the classes were over the doors of the building opened and a continuous stream of students filed out of them going past the site the two girls had chosen.   The watched carefully to the unsuspecting flow of students that filed past them, it was Doris who spotted Richard Demurs coming towards them.    They girls positioned themselves in such a way they could easily accost the slave and take him.  When he was almost upon them the two closed together to block him,

"To that blanket slave," ordered Doris.

Slave Richard did not hesitate.  He also knew not to stand in their presence.  Naturally he tried to make it look natural to hide his humiliation but both Phyllis and Doris stood over him, hands on their hips looking down at him.  Some passersby took notice, some even smiled at the guy's apparent dilemma.  Phyllis dropped a ten-dollar bill so it landed in front of his nose.  "Get both of us a deli ham sandwich and diet cokes, one fry slave and move it.  We're hungry."

He was grateful he could get away for even a few minutes but he knew better than to let the girls wait.  He also knew he was in for a long afternoon, maybe a long day.  He picked up the money and dashed off.  The girls laughed openly.  This was cool.  When the slave returned with their food he would remove their shoes, kiss their feet then massage them. While they relaxed on the blanket, they would also tell him he was theirs for the day and evening.

Slave Richard made very good time returning out of breath but in very short order.  He served the sandwiches and opened the pop cans of Coke placing a straw in each.  He took a piece of paper one of the sandwiches was wrapped in and squeezed out three ketchup packets for the girls to use with their fries.  Doris took a one piece of potato, dunked it in the ketchup then squeezed it between her toes.  "Eat slave."

The slave's face reddened.  Though traffic on the sidewalk had slowed to a crawl there always was someone coming and going.  And the two girls were lookers always attracting a glance from guys and gals as they walked past them. He obeyed as Doris giggled watching his eat a piece of potato from between her toes.  Phyllis brought a small shallow bowl in her book bag.  She poured a small amount of her Coke into it and of course the slave was ordered to lap it up.  When it was time to go a leash was produced and hooked on to his ever-present collar [which of course was an unfortunate conversation piece for him to deal with day by day].  The slave followed helplessly behind them.  He thought he was on his way to the Delta House.

Six blocks later and in a different direction the two girls leading their slave entered an apartment building.  Doris had the key to an apartment.  The three entered and slave Richard was instantly ordered to remove his clothes including his watch.  The place was a mess and it was his job now to clean it up.  They girls had him serve them a beer while he went to work. 

Phyllis was not satisfied with his progress.  She pulled her training whip out of her book bag pleased she had thought to bring it with her today, and began thrashing the slave, prodding him to work more swiftly.  Doris joined her, a beer in one hand and her whip in the other.  The two girls took turns whipping the slave making sure he worked faster and better.  At 4:00p they instructed the slave to prepare dinner for four.  The meal plan including recipes was under a magnet on the fridge in the kitchen.  Dinner was to be served by candlelight.

The paper had everything to be served on it including the wine.  The grill was on the porch.  It was a small Weber Smoky Joe.  A bag of charcoal lay next to it with a can of lighter.  There were strip steaks. The paper instructed to cook 4 minutes to a side.  Slave Richard was to prepare twice baked potatoes with cheese and bacon topping.     There was a pound of uncooked, unshelled shrimp in the refrigerator with instructions how to cook and prepare a cocktail sauce to be served with them.   Then there was a salad to be made.  The wine was Cake bread Cabernet Sauvignon 1997, two bottles available.  Whoever did this paper knew how to cook and explain how to another and wanted a super fine meal for the occasion.  This made slave Richard very nervous as he had little experience cooking and serving.  Further it was obvious from the meal itself it was designed to impress and he knew who he needed to impress as well. 

At 5:50pm the apartment door sprung open and a cheery guy, seeing the two girls dashed in, hugged them both then went to take a look at the spook the girls had brought to serve.  He did not believe the story they would have a slave to serve them that evening.

When he saw slave Richard stark naked preparing the food he took a deep breath then turned to face the girls.  He eyes were wide with surprise and he nodded his approval.  Doris called to the kitchen, "slave, and bring Master Phillip a beer.  NOW slave!"

A red faced slave Richard brought the beer and a glass for it to Phillip.  Doris was on him in a flash, whip swinging so as to smash his ass with a ferocious lash.  "Slaves serve their superiors on their knees slave." 

By now the slave was totally humiliated.  He sank to his knees and apologized to the male standing over him.  "I am sorry Master Phillip; may I serve you this beer?"

Phillip laughed, took the beer and went to sit between the two girls who were laughing their sides at the incident.  Slave Richard did take note when Phillip sat down both girls began playing with his cock as he crawled back into the kitchen to finish his meal preparations.

At 6:20pm Danny came in.  He was very pleased to see both the girls.  Phillip jumped up and gave him a high five.  Danny was curious about the situation.

Phillip simply told him the girls delivered and the slave was in the kitchen preparing their dinner. Phyllis called to the slave to bring a beer for Danny.  This time slave Richard crawled in with the beer and glass and served it to Danny who was sitting next to Doris on the sofa.

"Slave, show Danny and Phil how you show respect to your owners,"

The slave bowed low and began kissing Miss Doris' feet.  Both guys who were already hard got showed major boner growth, stretching their pants.  It pleased the girls.  Phyllis reached across with her bare foot and began playing with the slave's cock.  It too was hard.  "Slave, tonight you are going to see what real guys have and can do with their piece.  If you are real good tonight serving us tonight I just may let you have some of it.  That is after we have had ours first of course."

Slave Richard wanted to cry.  He was never so humiliated in his life.  The voice called out to him, "slave, serve the shrimp here in the living room and bring all of us another beer.  And don't tarry slave."

Slave Richard neatly laid out the shrimp in a big circle as he had see caterers to and put a bowl of the cocktail sauce in the middle.  He provided a bowl full of saltines [as instructed on the paper].

There was plenty of beer.  He put everything on a tray and crawled into the living room.  The girls both had their blouses and bras off and were heavily into necking.  He put the tray down on the cocktail table.  No one paid any attention to him.  That is until he began pouring a beer into an empty glass on the table.  Phyllis jumped up, slapped the slave across the face causing him to spill some beer onto her foot.  "Lick it off slave.  How dare you serve us in dirty glasses?"

She kicked him aside and reached for her whip.  The beating she gave the slave startled the two guys watching bug eyed.  When she stopped the slave groveled and began kissing her feet begging for forgiveness.  She spat at him, kicked him again and screamed at him, "Then damn it slave, serve us like you are supposed to.  Like slaves serve those who own them.  You don't dispute we own you now do you?"

Slave Richard stammered, "n.n ….n.no Mistress Phyllis."

She turned to the two boys who were entertaining them.  "You have to understand, we look at slaves as livestock.  We train them to serve us a certain way.  This slave will be punished severely when we get him at the house."

The two males were astonished at how much control the girls had.  They could see the huge welts formed and forming.  And the tattoo on his left ass cheek stood out with the Δ ϕ Greek letters proceeded by "PROPERTY OF" on it.  Both wondering if they were next but dared not say a word, They would continue to enjoy the evening, the girls and being served this fine meal that was underway.

The slave provided clean glasses, poured the beer for everyone, replenished the cocktail sauce. It was bow obvious any sexual activity would wait until after dinner but they were feeling each other up, necking and doing everything they could to feel the heat.  It was when Doris could not stand it much more she summoned slave Richard.  While she was petting Phillip's cock she had Richard begin licking his way up her legs to her snatch.  Phillip had her breast in his mouth and she was moaning her enjoyment.  The slave knew how to pleasure her and did an extraordinary job.  It was very impressive to both the guys who were distracted by Phyllis' obvious pleasure and multiple orgasms.  Doris commented both guys had something to learn from the slave.  Danny began getting upset, thinking he may not get in this night if this guy on his knees keeps eating her out.  He grabbed slave Richard by the hair and threw him off Phyllis.  "Get dinner ready to serve slave boy," he screamed.

Phyllis leaned back, stared at Doris who caught the signal; the guys were ready for what was to come.  The slave served an elegant dinner.  The candles made everything romantic, as did the music coming from the stereo.  After dinner the four lounged in the living room as the slave cleaned up.  When he was summoned everyone was naked.

Phyllis spoke.  "Slave we want great sex tonight and we want you to see how it is done by real guys, not slave wimps like you.  But that is why you are a slave.  I want you to get us all as hot as fire.  You can start by licking my pussy.  When I am ready I will tell you so.  You are to go to Danny and begin licking his balls.  As he gets hotter work your way up the bottom of his cock, When you get to the cock's head, engulf it, licking gently until the flow of pre-cum seems like a steady stream.  You are to go to Doris and do the same for her then Phil.  When you leave Phil you are to kneel in the corner and watch.  When any of us are done you will first come to the girl and lick up all the guys cum from out pussies then clean off the guys cock.  If you can get either guy up again, offer him your ass.  We want them to know he we do slave.  Got it slave?"

Slave Richard was despondent.  He had never had a real cock in his mouth.  He knew he had to obey. He began to crawl to Miss Phyllis who had speed her legs in anticipation of the slave moving his tongue in place to excite her Doris, whip in hand moved up behind him.  She knew the slave was conditioned to respond to the whip.  As his place his mouth on Phyllis cunt Doris began beating him brutally sparing not an ounce of strength with each lash.  The crack of the whip combined with the slave's tongue got Phyllis up and ready quickly.  "Time to suck cock slave, Quickly,"

Slave Richard took Danny's cock in his hand and moved his head below his balls and began licking.  He could feel his master's pre-cum dripping on his face.  He slowly began licking up the bottom of his shaft until he reach the head of Danny's throbbing cock.  The slave engulfed the head and began licking furiously.  Seconds later Danny pushed the slave a way and took Phyllis on the floor in the living room.  By then neither Phil nor Doris needed any stimulus and they too were at it in the living room floor.  The slave crawled to the corner and watched.  He began involuntarily ejaculating just watching the two couples fuck away.   The moment of truth ultimately did come to pass.  Doris and Phil finished first and just lay there.  Slave Richard made his way to his Mistress and began the task of sucking up all of the semen he could from her pussy and environs.  There was the musky odor of her orgasms and the salty taste of his cum.  When he finished he licked her partner's cock, balls and everywhere he could detect a trace of semen or her juices.  He had managed to lick Phil's cock to a full erection.  Doris made the slave get into doggy position and invited Phil to take him and take him he did.  For him it was a new experience and one he thought of often but never had the nerve to try.  Now he had the nerve and lust.  His cock pounded the slave's ass until he filled the slave's asshole with his semen.  When Phil pulled out he could see his jism oozing out and smiled.  He patted slave Richard on his ass and made him clean off his cock from the trace of shit on it.  When he finished Doris told him she had to pee and for him to waste no time getting in position to serve her.  He did as he was told and she let go a stream of her yellow nectar.  The slave did not miss a drop.  When the flow stopped he licked her clean.

Now it was Phyllis that wanted to be served.  She made him lay on his back then lowered herself onto his face and began rubbing her pussy against his face, nose and tongue.  She was full of semen.  Her rubbing gave her another orgasm.  She whispered to him, "This is just the beginning slave. I enjoyed you tonight.  Open up wide now.  I need to pee."   When she finished she liked the way he cleaned her pussy. 

Both Danny and Phillip wanted the girls to stay the night.  They had other ideas.  They asked Danny to drive them back to the house.  Both wanted a session in the spa at the pool, a massage, then and a full luxurious bath.  The slave would sleep at the foot of a bed in their room in the house and serve them breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.  What a great weekend this was becoming.  It was only the beginning.

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The applications to serve Delta Phi Sorority continued to pour in as more and more males saw so many notable students submitting to the girls.  Naturally when many professors showed up with a subtle but definite marker on their left hands it became time for many to consider their inhibitions as inappropriate, It was now seemingly okay to submit to a girl.  Other sororities were beginning to emulate Delta Phi.  This was great as far as Goddess Samantha was concerned.  She needed slaves to stock the DPP facility where the roles were growing by the day.

Many of the applicants that had failed as quality slaves because their grades were subpar were re-examined for potential to serve the postgraduate Female Supreme DPP.  They would be recruited in a different light.  There were now seven Delta Phi chapters across the country that had adopted the new charter for their sorority houses, all asking Goddess Samantha to make an appearance.  All pledged their allegiance to her with recognition that she was the Goddess of all Delta Phi and certainly the good years that followed as queen and Goddess of DPP.  

Everything was developing according to the Goddess" well laid out plans.  The girls who were recruited as DPP''S managers, trainers and guards were coming along fine.  The professors who had become Delta Phi slaves were dispatched on schedules to provide the girls with the education they would need as time marched on as the theme in DPP was Female youth in control.

Goddess Samantha wanted every girl at DPP to end up with a quality education and guidance to make a success of their lives and promote Female Supremacy through their contacts, ultimate spouses etc.  Every member past and present of Delta Phi Sorority and the alumni organization she founded, DPP, worshiped her.

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Goddess Samantha made her trip to England to see all of her family at the very large reunion.  But she had another reason for her trip.  She was to visit with a Lady Fiona who was with a very successful organization called Sisterhood for Supremacy, [SFS}.  It was Goddess Samantha's close friend Lady Siobhan who introduced her.  Lady Fiona invited Goddess Samantha to Guernsey, the heart of the SFS organization.  It would excite Goddess Samantha and reinforce her reality that She had a high purpose on earth and it would be felt beyond the doors of Delta Phi and DPP.

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The girls of Delta Phi worshipped Goddess Samantha.  She had brought splendor to the sorority and more importantly to their being.  It was not just local.  All the chapters became followers.  It was a foregone conclusion she would be the national president and looked to by all the girls all over the country as a Goddess, actually as THE Goddess. 

That the Goddess was bi-sexual made Her even more attractive not only to the Delta Phi girls but to just about every female on campus.  It should be noted here Mistress Cindy, the housemother was secretly a slave of Goddess Samantha.  So were many eager girls in the sorority and some not in the sorority.  The third floor of the sorority house meant a lot because it was awarded to those girls who Goddess Samantha favored.  No one resented this.  Goddess Samantha was special and all the girls wanted Her to be lavished.  To the girls who were accorded the privilege to serve Her went the respect and support of every girl in the house.  These favored girls had a cadre of special slaves to serve them as they wished.  Special meant trained to provide services the average slave was not qualified to perform.   Girls on the third floor had what they wanted when they wanted it.  And Goddess Samantha had Her chosen girls the same way.

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Doris and Phyllis had slave Richard to serve them as any of the girls who availed themselves of the select slaves on the third floor.  Tonight they would use him to pamper their bodies.  Doris theorized it must be the way slaves served Cleopatra.  They sent him out to the store to get a bottle of white wine.  The house had plastic wine goblets.  The slave immersed the bottle in an ice bucket and brought it to the pool area where the two girls were lounging.  Wherever one looked there were girls being served by male slaves?  Whips cracking on slave flesh were a constant breaking through the soothing music that was always playing at the pool.  There were male slaves at the three stairs out of the pool waiting with thirsty towels to blot dry their superior females in the pool enjoying them. 

Doris and Phyllis made their way to and lowered themselves into it.  The hot water and jets soothed their bodies.  Slave Richard serves them a cold glass of wine.  He placed himself just behind them should they need anything. 

He had two huge towels ready to dry them off. And a bucket full of ice with the wine bottle nestled in it.  The two girls would go from the hot tub to the sauna where they would cook themselves for 8 minutes hoping to sweat out everything from their pores.  Then they would have the slave bath them, shave their legs, pussies and any other area they want hair removed.  The final treatment would be a body oil massage perhaps crowned with a bit of cunnilingus before they went to sleep.  They would have the slave at their feet if during the night a desire possessed them.  In the morning they expected breakfast in bed and then at 11:00a a daylong session in the AR.  Slave Richard still needed a disciplinary session from his sins of the day and he would get it tomorrow in spades.