by JJ Argus
Before I was even aware of it one of the sisters had gripped my hands and pulled me forward, my breasts, hard and hot and swollen, pressed against his harsh plastic chest as they handcuffed my wrists together around the other side of the mannequin, locking me in place. I didn't care. I had my pussy stuffed full, and I was feeling raw and carnal and bestial.
My belly was burning with lust and it was all I could do to hold back my feelings even a little as I ground my pelvis into the plastic man. I was a public exhibition, a lewd and wild one, and was becoming more aroused the more I showed off my sluttishness.
"Fuck him," the head sister ordered.
"Fuck him," the sisters chanted.
I did, grinding faster, rubbing my ass from side to side and screwing it in slow circles.
"Ride his cock, slut," the head sister snarled. I felt a hot blast of pain against my bottom and cried out, turning to look behind me.
She was holding a, well, some kind of stick, long and thin, like a switch. Another sister had a similar instrument and both were looking at me with lust and anger.
"Fuck him, Claudia. Give him a real good fuck," the head sister cried.
Their eyes were afire, and there were sneers on their faces. I felt a terrible vulnerability, and then a strange, exultation in it, in being forced to behave so wickedly, in being forced to put on this obscene display.
"Ride that cock, whore," the other one snarled.
Slut! I was a slut! How shockingly odd! How exciting! Yet the way I was acting... how could I be other than a slut!? A wicked, wild, wanton, lewd, seductive woman!
I turned back to the mannequin and exulted in my own degradation, beginning to exaggerate my movements, raising and lowering myself on the stiff rubber prick while all their eyes focussed on me, knowing in my wild mind, that their eyes were all staring, all watching that thick cock as my pussy rode up and down on it..
"Faster! Faster! Fuck that cock," the head sister yelled.
There was a crack of meaty noise and I cried out in pain again as she brought the switch down against my buttocks once more. Then there was another crack of noise as the other girl slashed her switch across my back. I cried out in pain, but the pain could not touch that part of me awash in sensual heat and hunger.
Beaten. Yes, beaten! Sluttish and beautiful! A prisoner. I was a helpless prisoner being abused by them. Ahh, I can’t describe the sensations, the images, the thoughts which ripped through my mind and body. I felt more alive than I had ever been, more excited and aroused, and at the same time the image of my abuse, of my martyrdom, if you like, was making me both aroused and free of the guilt and shame I would have otherwise felt.
"You call that fucking?" the head sister jeered. "Kiss him! Kiss him!" Her switch cut across my buttocks and I screamed as I rode up and down, riding the dildo furiously, my hot buttocks slapping against the plastic legs with hard, bruising blows as I tore my pussy up and down the entire length of the rubber prong.
"Kiss him!" she screamed again, lashing my back.
"Let's hear you moan!" the other girl said, whipping her switch down on my back and buttocks.
I mashed my lips against the mannequin's plastic lips, rubbing them all over as I rode up and down on the dildo. I cried out each time the lashes cut into me and started grunting as dramatically as I could, my eyes rolling as I tried to pretend I was in the midst of an orgasm. I wanted to be the slut they had proclaimed me, wanted to be the wild, uncontrolled whore. And I was, or at least, began to put myself into that image.
I was humping up and down on the dildo with furious, desperate energy now, my pussy tunnel sliding painfully fast on the hard rubber prick inside it. And the thing is, as they eased off on the whipping, I really did get excited again, and worked my pussy down with enthusiastic desire, my clitty throbbing and burning as I impaled myself again and again on that rubber prick.
I leaned forward, mashing my breasts harder against the plastic man, tilting my bottom upwards as I humped repeatedly and ground my crotch forward. A hard blast of heat stuck me to the core of my being as someone slashed their switch against my buttocks.
I cried out in pain, thrown forward hard, my breasts flattening and squashing against the plastic man's chest. My mind was boiling with lust that was white hot in its intensity. I rode up and down that fat dildo with my mouth open, gurgling and grunting and panting maniacally, giving a cry of either pain or pleasure whenever the switch lashed my buttocks or my back.
The whole scene was so charged with sexual electricity and eroticism for me. I couldn't control myself. I closed my eyes, shuddering as the two of them whipped me together, their switches criss-crossing my body as I bounced in the plastic man's lap.
I felt the cum floating up around me and moving in, towering above and falling, enveloping me in its soft grip. Then it exploded, tearing open the universe and throwing me into the gaping maw of a bright, black sucking tornado of violent sexual energy.
I felt as if my long, loose hair was rising up around me from the crackling electrical energy that surrounded me. My back arched violently. My legs kicked out and I sat fully on the plastic man's lap.
My arms gripped him tightly against myself as I rocked back and forth, gurgling in ecstatic bliss, fireflies dancing before my eyes as the orgasm expanded, rose to form a nova around me. I lost all my awareness of what was happening around me as I let it rip through my shuddering body, overloading my nervous system and tearing my consciousness from my quaking body.
I opened my eyes. I was in a bed, but not my own. I was in a room, an unfamiliar room, a bedroom. I blinked my eyes, then brought my hand up to rub them. There was a bandage around my wrists which puzzled me. I gripped it with my other hand, and noticed a similar bandage on that wrist.
I sat up in bed, my mind suddenly filled with the images of what had gone on in the initiation. My face colored dark red and I covered it with my hands, feeling the heat against my fingers.
I groaned and took my hands away, then sat up in the bed. My bottom stung a little, as did my back, now that I noticed it. I looked around the room and saw that I was in a bunk bed, the top bunk as it happened. I decided I must be in one of the bedrooms of the sorority house.
I wondered if this was to be my room. It looked nice enough, but I was far too concerned and worried and even mortified about what had happened at the initiation. Sure the other girls had done pretty much the same as me, but Jesus God, they hadn't ridden the plastic man and cum so hard they lost their minds!
Had they?
I had no way of knowing what had happened after, well, after I'd left, so to speak. Did they do some other things, things I hadn't done and thus still must face. Was I a sister, a pledge, or had I failed? The thought that I had gone through such a humiliating ordeal and then failed was almost beyond thinking about.
I discovered I was naked, as naked as I'd been during the initiation ceremony. It was light outside. It shone through the windows, through the gauzy curtains. I crawled down to the foot of the bed, swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stepped down on the ladder.
I climbed down to the floor and looked around. I remembered I was naked, but surprisingly, that didn't matter. I mean, here I was naked in a strange room, yet it didn't bother me. At least, not very much. Well, why should it? After all, everyone in the place had seen me naked, and in the most compromising positions possible. I looked down at my body, aware suddenly of something different.
My pussy hair had all been shaved off. I couldn't remember anyone doing it. It must have happened when I was... out. My face colored again as I found yet another reason for embarrassment. The idea of a person, or people between my spread legs, carefully shaving my pussy!
Now I wanted clothes. I rubbed at my pussy, kind of amazed at how utterly, utterly naked I felt down there now. I looked in a mirror and swallowed nervously as I saw how visible my pussy slit was.
I walked to the closet and opened it, looking in. There were clothes there but none were mine. I turned
away and went across the room to another closet. This one held my clothes, all neatly hung. A dresser next to it also turned out to be mine.
I put on a pair of panties, then a bra. I slipped a blouse over my head and then pulled on a pair of jeans. I was sitting on the lower bunk pulling on my sneakers when the door opened and Emma walked in.
"Hi. I see you're up at last," she said.
"Yeah." My face colored at once, but she didn't notice, or more likely pretended not to.
"Where are you going?"
I wasn't sure.
"I don't know, just, just downstairs I guess. I wanted to see one of the senior sisters and find out where I stood."
"Well, you can't do it like that."
"Like what?"
"Haven't you read the rules? No. I suppose you haven't. Look, you're a pledge, just like the other four of us. You won't be a full sister until you pass all the tests and then go through the final initiation."
"I know."
"Okay, then you have to act like a pledge. You can't wear any clothes inside the sorority except these things." She plucked at the tiny white shift she wore.
In the bright room I saw what I hadn't last night, that it was thin enough to see her nipples quite clearly. She lifted it a bit and showed her bald, puffy little pussy mound.
"That includes panties," She grinned.
"Uh, when did they shave our pubic hair?"
"The four of ours got it done at the ceremony. You were lucky to have missed that. They hung us upside down by the ankles, with our legs way, way apart and then they all gathered around while Sissy shaved our pussies.
"What about me?"
"They did the same but you didn't notice anything. You were really out of it. That must have been some kind of orgasm! You scraped your wrists pulling against the handcuffs so hard."
"I guess," I said, embarrassed all over again.
"You better get undressed. If Brittany or Carol come in and catch you like that you'll get a caning on the ass, and canings hurt a lot more than switchings, at least that's what they tell me."
"Who's Carol and Brittany."
"Get undressed and I'll tell you," she tsked.
I pulled my shirt up and off, then took off my pants and socks. I was a little embarrassed removing my panties and bra with Emma looking on, but after all, she'd seen me last night.
"Brittany is my mentor, Carol is yours. Your mentor is the girl you're assigned to. She's like a, uh, well big sister is the way they put it. If you have any problems, at school or in your personal life, need advise, help with anything, want information, you go to her. She's also in charge of you, of disciplining you.
"You call the other girls, Sister, but you call her, Carol that is, Mistress."
"Sounds kind of kinky," I said.
Emma laughed. “What do you think this place is all about? You think what we went through was the normal kind of sorority initiation? These girls are into sex in a major way, and they wanted to make sure any pledges were too.”
She tossed me a shift and I pulled it on over my head as she sat back on the lower bunk.
"You realize of course that well over half of the girls here are lesbians? Actually, I'd say close to three quarters are."
"I didn't know that."
"That's what all that talk about how tolerant you are towards gays was about, and all their personal questions about your sex life. They wouldn't have accepted you if they didn't think you were bi. All of us here are either gay or bi."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. Come on, look at last night's ceremony. I'll tell you something else too, a lot of these bitches are into S and M, and bondage. Read the rule book here."
She tossed it at me. "Practically all the things you do wrong get punishment in a sexually sadistic way."
"What is this public atonement?" I asked, reading it.
"That's where the guilty parties, the girls who have done really bad stuff, like mouth off say, are taken before the whole sorority and punished, and they're always naked when they do that."
"I don't know about this," I said, doubtfully.
"Oh come on. They way you reacted last night you were made for this place. I just hope I can see it through."
I was a little stung by her comment about my being made for this place, and was far from sure of that myself.
"I mean," she continued. "I admit I've had a few lesbian relationships, and I'm into bondage, but the most pain I've ever liked were a few spankings by my lovers. I definitely don't want to get caned or switched very often."
"Well I don't either," I protested, pulling the shift down around me. I tugged on it but it wouldn't go further.
"Forget that. It's designed not to go very far. These bitches want to see your ass and pussy, not to mention your nips." She plucked at her own nipples, clearly visible through the thin shift.
"What about visitors?" I demanded.
"What about them. They're restricted to the front parlor. None of them can go anywhere else in the house, even if they're women. The only exception are lovers, female lovers, of course."
"Maybe this place is wrong for me," I sighed.
"Are you kidding, girl? Look around you."
She gestured at the big stereo TV system in the corner, and the thick armchairs before it, at the big desks against the wall and the plush rug on the floor.
"How many sororities do you think have their own indoor pools, not to mention saunas and gyms? I'll tell you - none, except this one. They've also got plenty of money for partying and tutors and trips to concerts and games, plus that nifty bus downstairs to get us all around in. And of course, they've got a great reputation for sticking together after graduation. This place is great for making business connections."
"I know all that," I sighed.
"Then quit your bitching. Hell, you didn't exactly mind last night."
"I did too," I said, embarrassed again.
"You know that mannequin," she grinned, "the one with the big cock you rode on? Well they call him Robby the rooter, or sometimes Hopon John, or Mister Shaft. The lezzies hate him!
"Usually, if you've done something really bad, you get a choice, twenty strokes from a cane, on your ass, or riding Robby Rooter and pretending you're cumming. The lezzies always choose the cane since the other is so humiliating. But you... you weren't even pretending!"
She laughed and fell back on the bed, her shift sliding up to reveal her bald little snatch.
"I don't think you'll have much problem here."
"But I like men. I like... "
"Cocks?" she grinned.
I glared at her.
"So what? So do I. Most of the girls here aren't into heavy relationships anyway. If you fuck with one it's for a night, or just now and then when you're bored or lonely. You can still date guys and fuck em."
"Yeah, but suppose I don't want to fuck with any of these girls? I haven't screwed with a girl for years."
"You don't actually have to. I mean, so what if you don't? They aren't going to rape you. I think they'll sure try for you though. The lezzies think of us as a challenge, not as much as a heterosexual girl, but still, they like to fuck us and try to convince us they're better than men."
"Well... I guess I've gone through the initiation... "
"Come on downstairs and I'll show you around and introduce you to some of the girls."
"I don't know. I'm a little embarrassed."
"Yeah, I was too but it passes. They all went through it too, though they probably didn't fuck themselves unconscious on Robby and his rooter."
She laughed again as she got up and opened the door, gesturing me forward.
Chapter Three
We went out into the hallway and down towards the stairs, Emma leading the way.
"Just remember, you're the lowest of the low. Bow your head and sound respectful whenever anyone talks to you. And for God's sake don't talk back, some of them will try to provoke you just so they can switch or cane your ass for impert
inence!"
I nodded and the two of us went downstairs into the main lounge. We halted near a large chest and she pointed towards the far end of the room where two women were sitting together. One was bald, the other a sleek looking blonde with her hair pulled straight back.
"See them? That's Ginny Rhodes and Dog."
"Dog?"
"They're into this heavy Dominance, Submissive thing and Dog is her slave. Ginny shaved all her hair off and keeps her as bald as a cue ball. They're into that whole whips and chains thing. See the ring in Dog's nose? She's got them through her nipples too and her labia."
"Gross." I had to swallow before saying that since I felt my belly fluttering with arousal.
"That girl there in the blue sweater is Sissy, she was the one in charge last night. She's head sister."
I looked at a surprisingly short, thin woman with short brown hair and wide green eyes. She didn't look all that strong willed, but had sure seemed so last night.
"Come on, we'll go and see the pool."
We went down the hall and around a corner, then stopped as two girls saw us and stepped in front.
"Good Morning, Sisters," Emma said, her head bowed.
"Well, well, isn't this the slut who had such fun on Hopon John last night?" one of them sneered.
"Yes, Sister," I said.
"You must be a real fucking nympho to blow your brains out on a rubber cock," she laughed. I blushed in embarrassment.
"The Capa Phi Fraternity brothers are looking for a girl for a gang bang. Maybe we should volunteer you. Claudia, isn't that your name?"
"Yes, Sister," I said.
"That's a name for a real weak little pussy, isn't it."
"I don't know, Sister," I said.
"It's a little girl's name. Are you a little girl, Claudia?"
"No, Sister."
"Look up at me, pledge."
I looked up and saw a fierce eyed blonde woman with loose shoulder length hair. She wore a jacket and pants outfit with flat heels. I thought she was quite beautiful.
"You're a pretty thing, aren't you, Claudia? Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."