by JJ Argus
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHH!" I gasped, "Oh Yes!"
"Certainly are a hot little thing, aren't you?" she purred.
She pulled the vibrator completely out of my slit and left my gaping, drooling pussy cleft completely alone, instead lowering her panties and pressing her own snatch against my mouth.
"Suck me, slave," she demanded.
"Ye... ye... ye... yes, si... sister," I whimpered, pushing my shaking tongue out and licking all around her pussy mound, moistening her pussy hair as I lapped again and again at her pussy opening.
She slid her hands up and down my legs and thighs, but didn't touch my slit. Two or three seconds hard rubbing on my clit would have set me off but she wouldn't do it.
Instead she slid her hands up and down my sides and hips, her hands gliding lightly until they reached my head, then she gripped my thick blonde hair and used it as a leash, jerking my head forward and up into her snatch.
She ground herself down on my face as I slurped desperately on her pussy slit, sucking out thick gooey fuck milk as she humped herself into me.
She grunted and sighed in pleasure as she rode my face, twisting and pulling my hair whenever I didn't lick aggressively enough. It took long minutes of licking to bring her off, and then all she did was pull up her pants, shove the vibrator deep into my snatch again, and wave goodbye as she left.
She must have passed word around of what was in Carol's room, because another girl came in a few minutes later, and again removed her panties and made me lick her. Another girl came in before I'd even finished her and watched with a smirk on her face.
She took her place over my face as soon as the other one moved back. When I finished sucking her there were four more girl waiting in the room. Each took her turn on my face, grunting and sighing as they pulled at my hair and mashed their crotches into my mouth.
Their hands stroked across my body, but refused to touch my crotch, or the vibrator purring inside me. One girl squeezed my aching breasts hard, digging her nails into the soft meat, but didn't do it long enough to push me over the edge.
I was half delirious with sexual exhaustion, having been near the peak of a sexual high for hours and never crossed. My body was burning with lust and demanding an orgasm, yet I could do nothing to bring it about. And then Carol was there, glaring at me as I sucked off the seventh or eighth girl and she left.
"I thought I told you you weren't to fuck with anyone without my permission you dirty little slut!" she snarled.
"Mi... Mistress," I moaned, "Mis... mis... missssstreeeeessss... "
I had been upside down so long that my head felt like a cantaloupe. I thought it might burst from all the blood that had fallen to it over the past several hours. I had a terrible headache that was almost, but not quite able to take my mind off the aching need in my groin.
"Filthy little animal," she said.
She went to the closet and pulled out a long thick belt, doubling it and slapping one of her hands lightly. I moaned weakly, wanting her to suck my pussy again, but instead she raised the belt high and slashed it down directly onto my pussy mound.
I screamed, feeling both the jolt of agony and the searing bolt of exquisite pleasure, my pussy willing to accept any kind of stimulation at this point to get me off. Even without the vibrator I think my clitty would have been buzzing and vibrating with need.
She swung the belt down again and it slapped firmly against my crotch, striking both my clitty and anus. I screamed again, the scream turning into a gurgling moan of pleasure as the blast of sexual heat grew inside me. Again the belt lashed against my pussy, and again there was the dual explosion of pain and pleasure.
She slashed it down a fourth time and I came, my entire body going nova, turning inside out, my head exploding in a mass of blaring crackling overheated nerve synopses. I howled and screamed and wailed in manacle glee, so much so that she quickly stuffed a gag into my mouth.
I shook frantically, my body twisting and turning on the chains like a fish on the end of a hook. My belly and pussy were streaming heat like a volcano, and I wondered she wasn't cooked by it as she stood beside me, slashing the belt down on my pussy as fast as her arm would move.
The agony was more wonderful than anything I could describe, the orgasm hotter, deeper, more all possessing than any that had come before it. My head, already throbbing and pulsing with the terrible pressure of the blood inside it, couldn't cope and after long seconds of twisting and thrashing I blanked out.
Carol used smelling salts to bring me back, though I was at best, half conscious as she pulled on the chains and raised me higher and higher. The higher I got the wider the chains pulled my legs, until, as I neared the roof, my legs were being ripped apart in opposite directions so that I was doing the splits, way up near the roof.
She tied off the chains and left me like that as she left the room. I was only partly conscious and aware only of the deep, wonderful warmth in my body. It was long minutes before the sharp aching in my thighs seeped through to my mind, and more minutes before I was aware of where I was and what I was doing there.
Other girls came into the room every little while, but seemed disappointed to find me out of reach. A few gave tentative pulls on the chains, but Carol had locked them in place and taken the key, so all they could do was shrug and leave.
Finally Carol came back for me, and lowered me towards the floor. She eased my quivering body down until my head was almost touching the rug, then locked the chains in place again.
She moved away and then returned wearing a strap-on dildo. Her crotch was now the same height as mine and she had no difficulty sliding the vibrator, now almost dead, out of my steaming snatch and easing the thick black dildo down into me.
I groaned as the dildo pushed into my body. Unlike the vibrator it was not slick metal but skin-like rubber, designed to rub across pussy flesh. Carol buried the long, thick dildo in my burning belly, then gripped my buttocks for leverage as she began to fuck me.
I was still hot, in a seemingly permanent state of sexual lust, even after the powerful orgasm I'd undergone, and her pumping quickly reignited my steaming fuck pad and set it into quivering spasms of pleasure. She fucked hard and steady, using the full length of the dildo to pound into my pussy pipe.
I came furiously, then again, then yet again, whimpering and moaning and crying, actually sobbing as the cums ripped through me one after the other. My head was in a daze from being upside down all these hours and the cums did nothing to restore my dazed thinking processes.
I think I must have been practically delirious because I remember little beyond this point, other than terrible pleasure, orgasms upon orgasms in a seemingly never ending parade until I lost consciousness entirely.
I should say at this point that I was far from an ordinary new pledge. There were ten pledges now, the original five being added to by an identical ceremony a few days later, and only Allison and I were slave girls. Even two was a high number, sometimes no slaves were found in a year. Dog wasn't a slave, or at least, not a dorm slave. She was the personal property of Ginny, and under only her orders.
As I said, I had always loved and found bondage exciting and arousing. Coming here I had realized a similar excitement for pain, at least, pain in a sexual context. I don't know why that should be, what it was within myself that so responded to such punishment and torment, but it was powerful and beyond my control, even if I'd wanted to control it, which I didn't.
I loved it all, even the degradation and verbal abuse, the humiliating submissiveness to other girls and women my own age, the exposing of my very self, my flesh and mind and consciousness to them for their abuse and ill treatment.
While the other girls, the new pledges, underwent their final initiation, I was kept enchained, buried in the bottom of a box in Carol's bedroom. I was initiated in a separate ritual the next evening, attended by all the sisters, and several honorary guests, including several graduates and teachers.
Allison and I were led into th
e room naked, and without anything on, not even the leather cuffs. Allison's hair was a small stubble, just beginning to cover her scalp. It would take it a while since the hair was so light.
We knelt, then prostrated ourselves in front of Sissy, who stood before a giant emblem of the sorority. All the other sisters and guests were gathered around us watching. My heart was pounding as I knelt proudly, knowing all of them lusted after my naked body.
"We are here," Sissy spoke," not to initiate these two, for initiation bespeaks acceptance, the passing of an obstacle followed by reception into our ranks. These two are not to be received, but tolerated only, for they are lower than all other forms of life upon the earth, lower even than pledges, lower than the cockroaches in the gutters or slugs in the earth... the are slaves."
"Slaves," the others chanted.
"A slave has no identity, no personality, no will. It has no possessions and no rights, it is suffered to live only by the greatest of generosity. To repay that generosity, it must obey."
"Obey!" the others chanted.
"The only mission of the slave is to obey,"
'Obey!" they chanted.
"The only thought in a slave's mind is to obey."
"Obey!"
"A slave is not a person, nor even a creature, but a thing, a tool or instrument or device. And yet, unlike these other things which were created as they are and have no conscious thought, the slave chose to be what it is and so we hold it in contempt."
"Contempt!"
"It is a vile, low thing to be treated with disdain. No insolence is accepted, no hesitation at any order is to be tolerated, no lack of respect, endured. Any resistance, any refusal, any impudence or deficiency, will be punished."
"Punished!"
"Punished," she repeated.
"Punished," they all cried.
"You," she said, looking at me for the first time, "Are a filthy, evil slut, a whore who's brains lie in her pussy, who's existence is devoted to her own pleasure. You have no pride, no dignity, and no self-respect. You are a disgrace and an insult to all of womanhood. You are cast out."
"Cast out!"
"You become property, a mere possession of this chapter, to do with as we see fit even unto death."
"Unto death."
"You are a cock swallowing fuck hole, a toy built for pleasuring men. We have seen your filthy desire, the hunger of your hole to be filled, the desperation to swallow anything put in its reach. But you are ours, and we will use you as we see fit... Slave."
"Slave!" they all chanted. I hung my head, both humiliated and excited, mortified and aroused, humiliated and exquisitely stimulated.
"Crawl forward, slave, on your belly," she ordered.
I did so, dragging myself across the cold stone until I was just in front of her.
"Kneel, slave."
I knelt, my back straight, head low.
"Receive then, the tokens of your servitude."
She took a heavy collar, made of rough metal and pulled it around my throat. Another girl leaned forward and locked it in place. My arms were lifted high above my head and thick shackles locked around my wrists. Shackles were locked to my ankles as well, and a chain with many rings was locked around my waist.
A hooded girl brought forth a thick chain and Sissy took it, holding it in the air.
"Servitude," she cried.
"Servitude," the others chanted. Sissy held it to the two sisters, who locked it to the shackles on my wrists.
"Obedience," Sissy cried, holding another thick chain aloft.
"Obedience," the others said, as the chains were fastened to the shackles on my ankles. All four chains were then pulled together and locked together to the front of the chain around my waist.
Sissy spun me around, gripping my hair and pulling it back and down sharply, making me cry out as my chest was thrust out at the assembled women.
"Slave!" she cried.
"Slave!" the others cried back. Sissy shoved me hard and I stumbled on the chains, falling to the stone floor in front of the sisters.
Switches were suddenly raised, a forest of them, and the sisters surrounded me as I lay there, whimpering. Then they all slashed down at me, a whirling hurricane of angry wooden pain cracking and whipping and snapping against every inch of my body. I screamed in pain and fear, rolling over and over and over, trying to protect myself as the switches cut into my bottom and legs and pussy and breasts and face and back and arms and feet and everywhere else.
Unshod feet kicked at me, in the belly, the breasts, the crotch, and even in the face. Several bent forward to sink their fists into my belly or crotch or breasts. I drew myself into trembling ball and moaned and wept until they finally were done with me and drew back.
I lay there weeping, whimpering, shaking with fear and pain, my body covered in bruises and cuts.
Then I felt a wetness strike my cheek, then another then many more as though it were raining. I blinked my eyes as I realized the sisters were all spitting on me, repeatedly. I groaned and tried to at least cover my face. Then a chain was snapped onto the back of my collar and I was dragged across the floor to the wall. The chain was fastened against the wall, forcing me to sit back against it.
They spit again and again, then one of the sisters raised her robe and squatted over me. A stream of urine poured down onto my head and face as I wept in misery. More girls drew up around me and one at a time, released their bladder on my shaking body.
I couldn't even cover my face since the chains linking my wrists to the belt were too short. I was soon soaking with piss from head to foot, my hair plastered against my scalp by it.
A switch slashed across my face and I cried out in pain.
"Open your mouth slave!" a voice snarled, not for the first time. I hadn't really noticed the other order. I dazedly parted my lips, opening my mouth wide as another sister squatted over me and let her piss stream down onto my face.
Piss poured into my mouth and flooded out without my swallowing. I moaned, my head falling back against the wall. I looked up through bleary eyes and saw Emma squat over me, her eyes excited as she hiked up her robe. Then she pissed down on me, concentrating on my mouth.
I groaned again, then began to swallow as a terrible thirst overcame me. She pissed for long seconds, until she was empty, then pulled back. Sissy stepped forward again, sneering down at me.
"Raise your legs, slave and draw them back," she ordered.
Dazedly, I drew my knees up to my chest, spreading my legs apart as I slumped in the chains. She held a long pole in her arms, the end rounded. It was very thick. She held it against my crotch and then thrust hard. I screamed as the immensely thick instrument punched against my pussy entrance, mashed my lips aside and tried to pierce my body.
She ground it from side to side, twisting the pole as she forced it into me. I yowled and screamed and whined, wriggling and shaking and thrashing madly as she forced it into me, inch by slow inch, prying my pussy lips wide, bloating out my pussy pipe wider than it had ever been before. An inch, then two, then five, then ten, and still she pushed down, spearing me with the immense pole, slipping another inch, then another, then another into my tortured fuck tunnel.
I came.
My whole brain, my very existence flashed into overload and I became a quivering, trembling, grunting thing jammed into the corner. I made strange, guttural noises as my body flopped and shook. The whole group of them gathered around me as Sissy began to pump the pole in my belly, jabbing the tip hard against my cervix again and again as she plumbed the depths of my se with savage force.
I came, screaming. I came, howling. I came, convulsing in agony. I came, wriggling and flailing insanely.
And then everything went gray. They left me there and returned to the center of the room, where Allison was now being enslaved. I remember seeing and hearing the entire ceremony, witnessing as she was degraded and chained, then beaten and whipped and pissed on, but I was in a mind blanked state, where I couldn't think anythi
ng. It was like the lights were on, you know, but nobody was home.
And then she was beside me, her collar chained to the same bracket on the wall mine was linked to, and piss was streaming against both of us. I felt her turn against me, her piss soaked flesh pressing against mine. She kissed me, and automatically, I opened my mouth to return it.
Our tongue roved together as we kissed hungrily, our hands squeezing and caressing each other's breasts, fingers thrusting into each other's pussies. Piss and spit poured down on us as we made love, chained there to the wall, our bodies writhing together.
I came again.
Chapter Seven
It was a bizarre, schizophrenic existence, being a sorority slave. During the day I would attend classes just like the other girls, and be required to use my mind and brains, to think clearly and question things. I would be dressed more or less normally - on the outside. But I wore always the chains of slavery around my ankles and wrists. And usually, another around my waist and between my legs - pinning in twin dildos or vibrators.
You have no idea how odd it was to sit in a small group, discussing, for example, an economics project we were working on, speaking normally with “normal” young men and women, while trying to fight off the sensations from two thick vibrators buried deep in my pussy and anus.
More than a few times, as I sat attending lectures, my legs would ease further and further apart, and I would lean forward so that my breasts pushed against the edge of my desk, and I would grind my pussy slowly against the seat of my chair until I came.
After classes, I would go back to the sorority house, where I would immediately strip and don the full chains of slavery, and close off all thinking lest I question or hesitate or give offense.
In the sorority house I was a beast, or less than that, an “it”, a device or tool, with no more heart or feelings than a kitchen appliance, to be used however the sisters desired. One rule only was applied, and that with Ginny in mind, neither of us were to have our heads shaved, the sisters preferred their slaves pretty.
We no longer slept in beds, unless it was someone elses. Each of us was given a blanket on the floor of the lounge. We were in chains at all times, and must always answer Mistress, to anyone who talked to us, and not talk unless we were spoken to first.