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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL:  BONDAGE/DOMINATION/SADOMASOCHISM/LESBIANISM

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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                       Sorority Sex Slave

Gamma Phi was known unofficially as the Sisters of Sapho. I didn't
know that, of course, not when I joined, nor did I have any idea
how it would change my life. I had thought I was experienced
sexually...open-minded. The Sisters of Sapho introduced me to whole
new realms of sensory experience, and taught me the joys of
complete submissivness.



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                           Part One


     When I was younger, barely into adolescence, I did a little,
well, sexual experimentation... with a girlfriend. You see I was,
and still am, a very sexual person. That means I have a very high sex
drive. Well, though that might be considered okay in a guy, in a
girl its poison.
     I mean, I had all these fantasies, and played them out as much
as I could by myself, but I didn't dare try them with a boy, at
least, not at first. Boys have such big mouths, you know, and the
last thing I wanted was a reputation as a slut, a whore, a
roundheels, or a pervert.
     So, I pretty much made do, at first, with a lot of
masturbation and fantasies, and, when I could, reading porno
magazines and books and watching porno movies. I stole a porno
magazine from a store, way too embarrassed to buy it, and devoured
the obscene stories and pictures inside. 
     I posed in the mirror of my bedroom, just like the girls in
the magazine, thinking about how turned on men would be if they saw
me like this, thinking about posing for a magazine, for someone
taking my picture like this.  In the back of the magazine were a
lot of ads for porno movies, books, and other magazines, some of
them sounding really perverted. I got a postal box, and ordered a
book called, Susie's hidden desires. It was all about this girl who
was a nympho and did all kinds of sexual things, some of them kind
of disgusting.
     But I found many of the things she did tremendously exciting,
and I jerked off like crazy. I jerked off every morning when I got
up, often during the day, either in the shower or when I came home
from school, at night before going to sleep, and whenever I woke in
the middle of the night.
     Rubbing my pussy was okay at first, but as I got more books
and magazines and movies, I wanted more, I wanted to get fucked, to
get ridden hard, to get pounded by a giant male organ. The only
problem was I was too scared of a reputation and too embarrassed to
be seen naked by a boy, let alone do the things in the books and
movies.
     I started finger fucking, then, I broke my own cherry with a
round chair leg that had come off an old chesterfield. It was my
first dildo, and I poked myself with it every day, until I got a
real one. I got a real dildo, the first of several, by ordering it
in the mail.
     When it came I pounded it into my cunt and came like crazy,
biting my lip to keep from screaming. It had straps on the base,
either to strap on yourself to fuck another girl, or to strap
around a chair and fuck yourself with. It also had a suction cup on
the base.
     I strapped it around a chair in my room and pretended it was
a guy's cock, then humped up and down on it to many orgasms.
Sometimes I took it into the bathroom and fucked it up my pussy in
the tub, in various positions.
     I got a vibrator after that, and that really drove me insane
with lust. It was during an orgasmic high that I wanted even more
sex, and with the vibrator deep inside my cunt, oiled up the dildo
and slowly eased it up my asshole. I loved the feel of being doubly
penetrated, and fantasised they were both cocks, wishing for
another cock for my mouth.
     Anyway, I eventually fucked a boy, but it was a real
disappointment. I mean, it only lasted about two minutes and then
he was done. Shit. I tried another boy, but he wasn't much better.
Then, by chance, I learned, and experimented in lady love.
     I'd seen a lot of lesbo scenes in the porno movies, almost
every movie had at least once such scene, and I'd found them kind
of exciting and arousing. I'd even fantasised about fucking with a
girl a few times, but never made any attempt. I mean, Jesus, you
get a rep as a dyke and you're finished.
     Well, anyway, one night my friend Karen slept over to keep me
company when my parents were out late. We got to talking about
boys, and then sex, and it got graphic and giggly and we wound up
kissing, not as a sex thing, but as a kind of demonstration about
how to french kiss.
     Each of us thought we knew how to do it better, and kept
trying to prove it. Of course we got all turned on, sitting there
side by side in bed, me in a little nightshirt and her in her baby
dolls, and the conversation turned to what guys liked best about
girls. I said they liked blondes, which was what I was. Karen said
they liked big redheads.
     Anyway, we stripped and compared our bodies in the mirror,
and, well, one thing led to another, and we were soon in each
other's arms. Neither of us was gay, both liking boys, but we were
incredibly curious about sex and eager to explore its boundaries,
and we only had each other to do it with.
     I knew more than her about lesbian sex, because of the books,
magazines and movies, and I led the way. We did all the things two
girls can do, almost, and enjoyed it a lot, even though we felt
kind of guilty afterwards. Still, it was so much fun we did it a
number of times over the next year, until she got a regular
boyfriend and stopped.
     It was never a loving thing, you know, just a fun sex thing,
fun and games, see. I loved getting fucked and fucking her. Well,
after she stopped I searched harder for a boyfriend. I fucked two
more guys, but neither one was anywhere near as much fun as Karen.
     It was mostly the same old thing, a couple of minutes of
fucking and then they'd roll over and get dressed or go have a beer
or something like that. Me and Karen had sex sessions lasting
hours.
     All of this is to lead up to why I pledged to the Gamma Phi
sorority when I went to College. Gamma Phi had a reputation as a
really raunchy sorority. There were rumors of orgies and gang
bangs, none confirmed, always related second or third or fourth
hand. 
     Gamma Phi was also said, and this wasn't rumor, to be the
wealthiest of all the campus sororities, with a fabulous house with
big, luxurious rooms and the best stereo and video equipment
around, including a big screen tv.
     I never thought I'd get in. I mean, they were also supposed to
be the most selective of all the sororities. Girls who'd failed to
get in talked about being grilled for hours about every facet of
their lives, including their histories, their fantasies, and
ambitions, their likes and dislikes.
     Of course it had initiation rites, just like the rest, and it,
like the others, was shrouded in mystery, but it was supposedly
really tough and weird. 
     Anyway, I never thought I'd get in, but I applied, and like
the rumors claimed, I found myself sitting in a chair, surrounded
by a dozen girls, all asking me questions, some of them
extraordinarily personal, like when I'd lost my cherry, and how
often I masturbated, and what I thought about when I did, and did
I ever use sex toys, and did I ever try this, or that, or this, or
that. Wow, it was embarrassing.
     Of course I didn't answer truthfully. I mean, like, I'm really
going to admit how I pumped  myself with dildos and vibrators every
morning and night. I admitted that I'd once had a little lesbian
fling, when I was a kid practically, and that I wasn't a virgin. I
told them about when I lost my cherry, not the time with the chair
leg but the first time I'd fucked a boy, and what I'd thought of
it. That was embarrassing enough.
     I passed that exam, apparently, and got called back for a
second interview, this one in a dark room with three girls. They
were in shadow while I was brightly lit up. I couldn't even make
out their faces. The interview was all about sex, mostly, and what
offended me or didn't.
     "How do you feel about your body, Amber?" I was asked right
off.
     "Huh?"
     "How do you feel about your body?"
     "Uh, okay. I mean, let's face it, I'm pretty well built. The
boys seem to think so anyway."
     "Would you be ashamed to be seen naked by other women?"
     "No. What do you mean?"
     "We have common showers here."
     "Oh, that doesn't bother me. I mean, we had to take showers
together all through high school in gym class."
     "So it doesn't embarrass you to be seen in the nude?"
     "No," I shrugged.
     "Would it offend you to find out that some of our sisters are
gay?" I was asked.
     "No."
     "You said you'd had a lesbian affair?"
     "When I was younger."
     "You're defensive about that. Why?"
     "I'm not defensive."
     "Yes, you are. Are you ashamed of what you did?"
     "No."
     "Do you ever find yourself attracted to women?"
     "Uh, the odd time. I'm mostly attracted to men, though."
     "So you think you're bisexual."
     "Uh, I wouldn't say that."
     "You're defensive again. Does homosexual sex embarrass you?"
     "No, I mean, I... no."
     "You just don't want us to think you're a pervert."
     "Yeah," I grinned, weakly, "That's about it."
     "Does the idea of bondage bother or offend you?"
I went a little red. Me and Karen had played around a little with
bondage, tying each other up. Even with Karen I'd hid how turned on
that had made me.
     "No."
     "You wouldn't be bothered if you went to the kitchen and found
one of our sisters there, nude, getting a drink say, and wearing
handcuffs?"
     "No."
     "Have you ever experimented with bondage?"
     "A little." I shrugged defensively, turning red.
     "With a man, or with your girlfriend?"
     "Both. A little. Do you guys need to know all this?"
     "A portion of our sisterhood is lesbian and some are involved
in submissive, dominance relationships. We don't want you judging
them as perverts and denouncing them."
     "I wouldn't do that."
     "That's what we are trying to determine, Amber. We don't want
any judgemental people here. If it seems we're focusing strictly on
sex that's because we've already talked to you about politics and
education and almost everything else. Also, if a person is going to
be judgmental, or offended by anything, it will likely be about
sex."
     "Well, I suppose that's true," I said.
     "I want you to do something for us, Amber."
     "What?"
     "Stand up and remove your clothing."
     "What?"
     "You did say that you weren't ashamed of your body, that being
nude before other women didn't embarrass you."
     "Well, yeah, but... "
     "Were you lying?"
     "No, but I mean... I mean, being naked like, while all of your
are watching and staring, and you all wearing clothes... "
     "If you aren't ashamed of your body it still shouldn't bother
you."
     "Do I have to?" I swallowed nervously, reddening a little.
     "If you want to be admitted as a pledge."
     I did. I'd gotten a tour of the building and it was something
else again, wonderfully luxurious and gorgeous and beautiful, with
terrific facilities, including its own computer system, well
equipped gym, and library. I squinted against the bright lights on
me, trying to see them.
     "We're waiting, Amber," the voice said.
     "How do I know you aren't just going to take my picture or
something and sell it?"
     "If you can't trust us then you shouldn't be trying to join
us, Amber."
     I hesitated, but could tell they were growing impatient.
Finally I stood up, and reached behind me, undoing my dress. I
unzipped it and let it come down to my legs, then stepped out of
it. I put it on the chair, then took off my shoes, then, hesitated
again.
     "All of it, Amber."
I undid my bra and took it off, then skimmed out of my panties,
then stood there naked, facing them.
     "Hands at your side, Amber. Don't try and cover yourself."
     "Don't cower," A second voice said.
I stood up straight, and heard and saw movement in the shadows.
     Then the three women stepped forward. All were a few years
older than me, being seniors, and all wore sweat suits with the
sorority's emblem on it. One, a very beautiful brunette with long
hair, smiled and held out her hand. I took it, uncertainly.
     "Welcome to Delta Phi, Pledge," she said.
     "If you survive the initiation, you will be one of our
sisters," A cute blonde said.

     A week later I arrived at the front door. I had followed their
instructions, sending my gear on ahead, and arriving alone. I
knocked on the door, a little worried because of all the tails I'd
heard about initiations at sororities and fraternities.
     The door opened on its own and I stepped in. It was dark
inside. I blinked, trying to get my eyes adjusted from the light
outside. The door closed behind me all on its on, then a spotlight
was trained on me from ahead.
     "Welcome, Pledge, to Delta Phi sorority," A woman's voice
said, all deep and mysterious.
     "Remove your clothing, signifying your break with the past,
and step forward," another voice said.
     Oh God, I thought, blinking my eyes. I unbuttoned my shirt and
dropped it on the floor, then took off my shoes and socks, pulled
down my jeans, and stood there in my bra and panties. I sighed a
little, reddening as I undid my bra and took off my panties. I
stood there naked, straight like I had at the last interview.
     "Step forward and pledge your obedience, your respect, your
friendship and loyalty."
     I walked forward into the dark, but the light moved with me
lighting up the floor at my feet. I stopped before a collar. It was
black leather and covered with metal studs.
     "Don the collar of servitude, pledge, and become a non-human,
without rights, without dignity, without thought of self, bound to
the service of the sisters of Delta Phi."
     I was kind of embarrassed, but also turned on. This was really
kinky. I bent and picked it up.
     "Place it around your throat and lock it in place, you who
would belong to us."
     I saw that the collar had an actual lock that locked with a
key. Once it was on I wouldn't be able to get it off. I put it
around my throat and stuck the ends together. The sound of the lock
clicking was loud in the dark room.
     "Step forward, Pledge."
     I shuffled forward, stopping again before a garment lying on
the floor.
     "Don the pledge's shift, a badge of your lowly existence."
     I picked it up and looked at it. It was white and made of
soft, silk. It looked like nothing but a nightshirt at first, but
it had a kind of elasticised waist. I pulled it over my head and
pulled it down. It was very tight across my chest and I realized
that my nipples were erect as they pushed against it. The thing
also clung to my waist, with a tiny skirt dropping below the waist
that barely descended below my crotch.
     "Stand straight!" A voice ordered. "From now on you will
maintain perfect posture at all times or be punished."
     "You are only a filthy little pledge, the lowest form of life
on earth," another voice said. "But you are our pledge. You may
take pride in that."
     The hallway lit up in front of me but I still didn't see
anyone. I walked forward and found an open door leading to the
basement stairs. I went down, again in darkness. At the bottom I
found myself in a large room, candles flickering everywhere.
     With all the candles it was bright enough to see by at least.
Two or three dozen women stood around the walls, all wearing red
hooded robes, the hoods shadowing their faces. In the center of the
room were four girls dressed like me, all were on their knees, side
by side.
     "Take your place, Pledge," They all said in unison, except for
the other pledges of course.
     I knelt in line and waited.
     "You here are bound to us, body and soul," one of the hooded
sisters said. "From henceforth you have no will, but our will, no
wish but to serve us, no desire but to please us."
     "Allison Sims."
     "Yes?" One of the pledges answered.
     "Rise and remove your shift."
     The girl rose, looking nervous. Like me she was a blonde, but
her hair was curly, where mine was straight, and a little longer
than shoulder length, parted in the middle. She removed her shift
and stood there naked. She was a slender girl, but with good
breasts, I thought. She was very pretty, with bright blue eyes.
     "Allison, you will crawl forward and take this in your teeth,"
the woman said, holding out what looked like a medal of some sort.
Allison looked around, a little frightened, then dropped to her
knees and self consciously crawled across the rug towards the
woman. The woman bent and placed the medal between Allison's teeth.
     Now you will circle the room, holding the emblem of servitude
before you and displaying it to all the assembled sisters."
     Allison turned to her left and began crawling along the line
of watching, robed women. She made the full circle, returning to
the first woman, who took the thing from her mouth and placed it
over her head and on her throat, so it dangled below her.
     "Turn towards the center of the room and stop.
She did so and I saw the woman take what looked like one of those
cricket paddles the fraternities liked to use on their pledges.
     "Are you prepared to obey?" The woman asked.
     "Yes."
     "From here on you are a pledge. You will answer, Yes, sister
or no sister when questioned. You will append, sister, to every
question you ask or answer. Is that clear?"
     "Yes, sister," Allison said. 
     The woman held up the paddle and swung it down. It made a loud
crack of noise when it hit Allison's behind. She cried out and fell
on her face, reaching back to grab her behind.
     "You must accept punishment without movement and then thank
the sister for correcting you," the woman said.
     "Assume the position once again."
Allison hesitated, then nervously knelt before the woman, bracing
herself.
     "Are you ready, pledge?"
     "Yes, sister."
The woman swung the paddle again, even harder. It cracked into
Allison's ass with a thick, meaty sound. She cried out but held her
place.
     "Th... th... thank you, sister," she gasped.
     "Return to your place," the woman ordered.
     Allison crawled back to us and knelt, though she winced when
she sat back on her heels.
     "Amber Conroy. Stand and remove your shift."
I did, though again I was both embarrassed and turned on.
     "Crawl forward."
     I crawled to her, terribly aware of my nudity, of how the
other woman could look right into my crotch, just as I'd seen into
Allison's, and how my breasts, not huge, but pretty good sized,
hung below me and swung up and down with my movements.
     I halted before her, then sat on my heels as she placed the
symbol of the sorority, attached to a leather string, in between my
teeth. I then crawled all around the circle, immensely embarrassed
and terribly aroused, again, all too aware of how the others could
see every inch of my body.
     Then I was kneeling with my ass to the woman in charge,
waiting for the blow. I screamed when it smacked against my ass,
and barely  held my position.
     "Thank you, sister," I gasped.
     And so it went for all of us, until the five naked pledges
were once more kneeling in the center of the room.
     "Now a test of your fortitude," the woman in charge said.
     The sisters against one wall stood aside, revealing five
chairs. Sticking up out of the center of each chair was a tall,
thick metal cylinder, like a toy rocket ship. Each of the cylinders
glistened wetly in the flickering candle light.
     "Crawl forward and take your seats, ladies," the woman said.
     "Take your seats," the other sisters chanted.
     We five stared at the chairs in shock, none wanting to move
first.
     "None of your are virgins, do as you are told," the woman
ordered.
     A young brunette named Amy began crawling forward, followed by
Allison, then me. We crawled up to the chairs and then rose and
squatted over them. I heard groans from either side of me as I fit
my pussy against the metal tube sticking up from the seat.
     It was quite thick, and easily ten inches long, with a rounded
nose. It had been well greased and was warm to the touch. I tried
to ignore the fact that several dozen women were watching me as I
eased down on the thing.
     I winced a little as it pushed against my cunt and forced my
pussy lips apart. Everyone was watching, and i was mortified, yet
at the same time I was really tremendously excited and aroused. I
was kind of eager to get that thing inside me and if I were alone,
wouldn't have hesitated.
     Still, despite the audience, I slowly sank down onto it,
dropping an inch, then rising, then lowering myself, inch by inch
taking more of the metal dildo thing up inside me. My cunt strained
to envelope the thick metal tube, and I grunted with the effort as
it moved deeper inside me.
     Lower and lower I sank, until finally I felt my cunt lips
touch the wooden chair. I sat down then, my buttocks flattening on
the wood as I let my entire weight come down on them. Then I was
sitting still, sitting normally on the chair, just as though I
didn't have a thick ten inch dildo up my cunt.
     "You have little time left," the woman said. I turned and saw
two of the girls still trying to get it all inside their pussies.
One was a thin young woman who couldn't have been over five feet
tall. Little wonder she was having difficulties, with the tight
little pussy she must have.
     The second last pledge sank fully down with a groan of pain,
and after a few seconds, one of the sisters moved behind the final
pledge and put her hands on the girl's shoulders.
     "No! W... wait! Wait!" the girl gasped as the woman pushed
down. Then the girl screamed as she was forced fully down on the
dildo, impaled on the giant metal fuck tool. She breathed in
shallow pants, wincing and groaning a little as she tried to
adjust. Her hands were at her belly and pussy, holding herself.
     "Strap them in," the woman said.
     A woman knelt beside me and I noticed straps then dangling
over the sides of the chair. The woman pulled my left leg wide, at
the same time as another robed woman pulled my right far open. They
pulled straps from their gowns and tightly bound my left leg to
Allison's right, and my right leg to left of the girl on my right,
who was named Emma.
     They pulled a strap from under the chair I sat on and slid it
around my belly and brought it back behind me, tightly binding it
in place like a seat belt. Then another strap was pulled across my
chest just under my arm pits and bound behind me to the other side
of the chair back. I couldn't move myself off the chair now, or
that big steel dildo. Next, the woman  pulled my wrists behind me,
through bars in the chair's back, and strapped them together. All
the other girls were tied in the same way.
     The five of us looked out at the sisters, who gathered before
us, and waited fearfully for whatever was planned. All of us felt
embarrassed to various degrees, fearful, worried.
     Suddenly I felt something between my legs. I looked down in
shock, seeing nothing. But something... the metal tube inside me
was doing something, moving, I thought. I waited anxiously, trying
to feel what was happening. The metal wasn't moving, it was
vibrating, buzzing... And then I realized that a low voltage
electrical current was being passed through the metal tube.
     It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it was rather pleasant,
setting my clitty tingling and my belly buzzing and shaking a
little. Nobody said anything. The sisters waited. We waited. The
buzzing continued, and my body, already very aroused, began to burn
higher and higher.
     My breathing was becoming strained, harsh, ragged. I fought
the feeling, the idea of orgasming in front of all these women,
appallingly embarrassing. Yet they kept watching, and the tube kept
purring inside my snatch, way up in my belly.
     I looked to either side and saw Allison, on my right, and
Emma, on my left, both looking tense and sweaty and strained.
Allison had clenched her jaw against the sensations while Emma
looked like she was chanting a silent mantra to distract herself.
     Suddenly, Allison jerked violently, pulling at my leg, arching
her back and throwing her head back. Her mouth opened wide and she
gurgled, almost silent as her lower body trembled in the throes of
an orgasm. The sight was so intensely erotic that it set me off. I
gasped and then moaned. I ground my ass down onto the seat as my
head thrashed from side to side.
     Emma screamed then, the sound one of exultation and ecstasy,
then collapsed forward. She would have fallen I think had she not
been strapped in and held by the dildo. The chairs, as I had
already found, were bolted to the floor, and easily bore our slight
weight.
     "And now we begin," the sisters said in unison.

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