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.

The sisters moved closer, staring at us with eager, excited eyes. I shook my head a little, as if that would clear it.

"Allison, what is the first responsibility of a pledge?" A woman asked.

"Uh, uh, to to respect her... " Suddenly her eyes bulged and she arched her back, then she screamed, or tried to. Her mouth opened wide and she began to tremble and shake, and a agonized, gurgling wail came from her mouth. Then she sagged in place, her head bowed, her body held by the straps.

"Wrong answer," the voice called. Allison trembled once again, her leg spasming against mine.

"Emma, what is the first responsibility of a pledge?"

"Uh, to obey the sisters?"

"Correct, but you forget to say, Sister," the voice sneered.

Emma screamed suddenly, thrashing wildly in place, her head snapping back as though she'd been punched in the jaw. She gargled insanely as she shuddered for long seconds, then she two sagged in place.

"Amber?"

"Yes, sister?" I asked, frightened.

"What are you?"

"A, a pledge, sister."

There was a moment's hesitation, and I thought I must have gotten the answer right, then a giant red hot butcher knife stabbed me in the cunt and slid high up into my belly, then tore all around inside my guts. At least, that was what it felt like. I'd never felt pain like that before in my life, it was like my insides were on fire, or like boiling water, or maybe acid, had suddenly appeared inside me.

I thrashed wildly, horribly, my head snapping from side to side as I convulsed helplessly against the bonds and straps holding me, trying desperately to pull myself away from the awful source of that pain, the big metal dildo in my guts. Suddenly the pain stopped. I groaned in relief, sagging in my bonds, my body covered in sweat.

"Not quite."

"Jennifer, what are you?"

"A worthless pledge, Sister?" she whimpered.

"Correct. What is your goal in life?"

"To make my sisters happy, Sister."

"Correct," the voice said, approvingly.

"What am I?" Jennifer hesitated. "Uh, the sister in charge?" she said, her voice quavering. Then she screamed, over and over again, her body tearing and jerking and straining at the bonds holding her to the seat.

"Incorrect," the voice said smugly.

"Samantha, what am I?"

"I don't know," the girl answered miserably. She clenched her teeth, then growled and groaned and gnashed her teeth together, her body jerking from side to side and her head shaking wildly.

"I am your Goddess. I am the world, the universe to you. There is nothing in your life but me. I am the center of all that is important."

The dildos, or tubes, or whatever they were, were buzzing, but softly again. Snug inside our bellies, they glowed warmly, buzzing and humming and sending warmth and soothing pleasure into our systems. We were all sagging somewhat against the straps. The buzzing picked us up a little.

I squeezed my cunt around the hard metal tube, rubbing and twisting my ass a little on the chair, fighting to keep my breath steady. Beside me Emma groaned and let her head fall back over the edge of the seat back. On my other side, Allison sat still, her head hanging.

"Pleasure and pain. Pleasure and pain. The good and the bad. Punishment, and reward," the women chanted.

Beside me Allison was swinging her head from side to side. She raised it weakly, shaking it as if in denial. Then her body spasmed and she hissed. She began to grunt and clenched her teeth.

Suddenly she screamed, only partly in pleasure. She slammed back and forth against the straps, squealing and crying, trying to get off the chair, trying to rip her pussy free from the steel dildo she was impaled upon.

I watched her, as though from a great distance, her leg jerking and pulling at my own leg as she shook violently. I was more interested though, in the pleasure lancing up through my cunt, the warm, bubbling delight that was pouring through my system. I closed my eyes and shuddered, the heat reaching the point of ignition when it would explode within me.

I heard more screaming, from one of the other girls, but didn't open my eyes. Closer and closer my orgasm came, and then it burst upon me. I drew in a deep breath and held it, my body stiffening as ecstasy enveloped me.

Then the humming steel dildo inside me turned into a burning spike of agony that blasted into my cunt and set my blood on fire. I heard more screaming, and realized it was me. My body was burning, shaking, all my muscles spasming continuously.

It was over and I sagged again, moaning. It was a few minutes before I was aware of what was happening around me. I noticed then that Jennifer, one of the pledges, had been unstrapped and was no longer in her seat. She knelt at the sisters' feet, watching us. I didn't know why but was very jealous.

The metal dildos were singing their sweet songs again, sending pleasure up into our sopping cunt boxes. I tried to ignore it this time, as did the other girls, I'm sure. But it was irresistible, and the sisters had a lot of patience.

Soon Emma was cumming, her grunts of pleasure turning into screams of agony almost at once. After her was Allison, then me. Samantha, the last to cum, was allowed off her seat then and joined Jennifer on her knees before the sisters. Again the buzzing resumed, and this time it was Allison, the last to orgasm, who was allowed off.

Nobody spoke. Nobody had to. We realized at last that we were to fight the pleasure, to deny it, to defeat it. I and Emma fought against the overwhelming force of the heat burning into our pussies, and I lost, cumming violently. My orgasm went on and on, and on, no pain intruding on it.

Then it was over, and I moaned as I let my head fall back.

"Slut," the head sister sneered.

"Slut!" the sisters chanted.

"Whore," the head sister said.

"Whore!" the girls echoed.

"Cock girl."

"Cock girl!" the echoed.

"Boy toy."

"Boy toy!" the sisters accused me.

I sat there, miserable, wanting to protest that they weren't being fair. I hadn't been the first to cum every time.

They had undone the straps binding me and Emma both, but while Emma was helped over beside the other pledges and knelt at the sisters' feet, I was dragged over into the corner where something else waited.

It was a mannequin, a plastic man. He was naked and seated on a chair. The sisters had added a few things to what the company which made him had thought necessary. They had taken a big dildo and glued it somehow between his legs.

The sisters led me to him and then dropped me on my knees in front of him.

"There is more to life than cock," the head sister said, all the other women lined up behind her.

"You are the weakest link of our new section of chain. We do not allow women here who are the prisoner of men's cocks. You will be taught strength, through punishment.

"Strength through punishment! the sisters chanted.

"Here is a man for you, Amber. You may call him master. Master has a hard-on for you. You will suck his hard-on for him, Amber. Do so now."

"Ye... yes, sister," I gulped. I crawled up over his legs and gripped the fake cock, then brought my lips down over the cockhead.

I took the fake cockhead into my mouth and sucked on it as the entire room watched. I licked my tongue up and down the underside, just as though it were a real cock, wetting it up so it would slide easier in my mouth. I folded my lips around the head and let my lips down on it, bobbing my head up and down as I sucked.

"Observe the slut, sisters," the head sister said. "Observe how perverted and cock hungry she is."

I kept sucking the cock as though it was a guy, my head kind of dazed by the constant strains of the evening, by the flashing sensations of both pleasure and pain that had continually overloaded my system.

"You want to fuck him, Amber. Don't you?" The head sister sneered. "Beg him. Beg for his cock."

"M... master, may I have your cock?" I asked the mannequin.

"Beg him."

"Please fuck me, master," I said, intensely aroused. I don't know why I was so excited. I think, once I got over my embarrassment at being seen naked and sexual circumstances, like when I was on the chair, I think that when I was no longer embarrassed by them all staring into my cunt, or watching me cum, well, I think I became incredibly turned on by it, kind of like an exhibitionist.

What I mean is, well, maybe I was supposed to be humiliated by doing what I was doing and having them all watching, but instead I was really getting into it, putting on a show for them, acting and feeling supremely slutty and free and sexual.

"Fuck him, Amber," the head sister ordered. "Get on and fuck him."

I got to my feet and straddled the chair, facing the mannequin. I eased forward, bringing my dripping cunt over the big thick rubber dildo, then I eased myself down. I closed my eyes as my snatch engulfed the dildo, then I groaned as my body slid down its length and I felt it pushing way up inside my belly.

Before I was even aware of it one of the sisters had gripped my hands and handcuffed them together around the other side of the mannequin, locking me in place. I didn't care. I had my cunt stuffed full of something, even if it was rubber, 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 as I ground my pelvis into the plastic man.

"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 ass cheeks 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, Amber. Give him a real good fuck," the head sister cried.

"Ride that cock, whore," the other one snarled.

I turned back to the mannequin and began to exaggerate my movements, raising and lowering myself on the stiff rubber prick.

"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 ass cheeks once more. Then there was another crack of noise as the other girl slashed her switch across my back.

"You call that fucking?" the head sister jeered. "Kiss him! Kiss him!" Her switch cut across my buttocks and I screamed as I bounced up and down, riding the dildo furiously, my ass 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, smashing 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 was humping up and down on the dildo with furious, desperate energy now, my cunt tunnel sliding painfully fast on the rubber prick inside it. And the thing is, as they eased off on the whipping, I really did get excited again, and worked my cunt down with enthusiastic desire, my clitty grinding and scraping along its length as I impaled myself again and again on that rubber prick.

I leaned forward, mashing my tits against the plastic man, tilting my ass 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 like my thick golden 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 ass 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 figured I must be in the sorority house still.

I wondered if this was to be my room. It looked nice enough, but I was far too concerned and worried and 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. 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 never did that. I couldn't remember anyone else 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 cunt!

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 cunt 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 still, 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 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.

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.

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 impertinence!"

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 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. Amber, 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, Amber?"

"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, Amber? Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did as she ordered and the two of them looked at it.

"That looks like a nice little tongue, Amber. I bet I could find some nice places for you to put it," she said.

"Or has your roommate here already found some place to put it?" the other girl sneered.

"No, Sister," I said.

"You sure have nice little nipples, Amber. They're poking right through the shift. Are you excited?"

"No, Sister," I lied.

"Slut."

"Lying slut," the other smiled. "We should take you upstairs and tie you down. We'd show you what to do with that little pink tongue then."

"What about you, slut? Don't you think we're beautiful?" the other girl asked Emma.

"Yes, Sister," she replied.

"How come your nipples aren't as hard as Amber's?"

"I don't know, Sister?"

"Well make them hard, pledge. Pinch them until they stick out."

Emma swallowed, then her hands moved to her small cone shaped breasts and began to pinch and twist her nipples through the thin shift. After a half minute she pulled her hands away and the others examined her work.

"They'll do, nice and pointy even if they are small," the blonde said.

"I bet we could make them harder. Want us to make them harder, pledge?"

"Not right now, Sister," Emma said. The two laughed and the blonde slid her hand through my long thick hair, looking lustfully down at my full breasts.

"Later then," she said, as the two moved down the hall.

"That was Stephanie and Kay. Kay's the blonde. They're on the track team."

"Are they all as... as aggressive as them?" I asked.

"It's hard to tell whether they're aggressive or just trying to bug you. Just remember, aside from punishments with the cane or switch, or whatever, none of them are actually allowed to touch you without your permission. They can't make you touch them either. So if some slut tells you to suck her pussy just say no."

"I will."

"But remember, just say no, Sister, not fuck you or drop dead or kiss my ass. You have to be polite no matter what they say or you'll be punished."

We got to the pool. It was surprisingly large for an indoor pool in a house, though of course, the house was pretty big too. There were about eight girls sitting or lying around the pool and three actually in it. All were naked. I should have realized they would be. Emma grinned as she saw my expression.

"Nudity is the norm here and in the sauna," she said. "Naturally."

"Naturally," I echoed.

"Hey, it's the only places where we're not wearing less than everyone else."

"I suppose you're right."

"Hey! Pledges!" We turned as a large woman glared at us from poolside.

"No clothes in the pool area," she said.

"We were just looking, Sister," Emma said.

"I didn't ask you what you were doing, pledge," the woman snapped.

"Take off your shift," Emma whispered to me, pulling her own over her head and off. I felt a bit nervous but did the same. After all, at least everyone else here was naked.

"Want a swim?" Emma asked.

"We didn't bring any towels."

"They have some here over on the shelves there. See?"

"Hey!" We turned as the large woman stomped over to us. Emma bowed her head and I did the same.

"You, blonde slut. What's your name?"

"Amber, Sister," I said.

"Why aren't you wearing your medallion?"

"Huh?" Emma looked at me and I saw she wore the medallion they'd given us during the ceremony around her neck.

"I, uh, didn't know I was supposed to, Sister," I said.

"You weren't supposed to leave your room without knowing all the rules. Who's your mentor?"

"Uh, Sister Carol?" I said.

"You. Pledge. Go and get Sister Carol," the woman said to Emma.

"Yes, Sister," Emma said, retreating and putting her shift back on.

"Stand straight, pledge!" the woman snarled. "Head up, shoulders back, chest out."

"You're the slut who came all over Plastic man last night, aren't you?" she snarled, her face an inch from mine.

"Yes, Sister," I admitted, reddening again.

"You're a filthy little cock swallower! I don't know why the hell we ever let you in here!"

Emma returned with a pleasant faced woman in a pair of worn levis and sweatshirt. The woman had loose, shoulder length brown hair and a round face. She came up to us, smiling.

"What is it, Mary?"

"This slut belongs to you, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Mary."

"Well, she isn't wearing her medallion. That calls for public punishment."

"Not on her first day. I'll take care of it."

"You're too soft on these sluts, Carol. I don't know why they ever made you a mentor."

"Put your shift on, Amber and come with me," Carol said.

"Yes, Sister. I mean, yes, Mistress." I said, donning the shift and following her out of the room.

She led me down the hall, then up a back stairwell and down the hall to a door near the corner of the house. We went in and she closed the door behind me and ushered me over to a bed.

"Sit down, honey," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. She pulled a chair out from a desk and sat across from me, smiling faintly. This room was smaller than mine, but it held only a single bed, plus desk and dresser, and other odds and ends.

"We get private rooms after first years," she said, as I looked around.

"Now. Amber," she said. "You should read up on the rules here or you're going to get into constant trouble."

"I will, Mistress."

"I know you haven't had as much, well, the ceremony last night took a lot out of you, more than the other girls. No, don't blush. If you weren't a sexual person we never would have accepted you here. We're all sexual people, Amber, including me. And whatever turns you on is all right by my lights."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"This is a really fun place, especially if you're highly sexed. If you've got a high sex drive and you live in the dorm, what can you do but jerk off a lot and try and find some guy to poke you? Here, you know there's always a willing partner not far away, even if its just for the evening or the hour. No fear of diseases or bad reputations or pregnancy either. I can tell you, we don't jerk off much here. We don't have to." She smiled again. I liked her.

"Now," she said, looking serious. "You've already broken one of the most important pledge rules, which is to always wear the emblem of a pledge to this house. If I'd seen it myself I would have given you a break but Mary saw you and so did the others. That means you have to be punished."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my belly quivering a little, partly in anxiety partly in excitement. She looked at me knowingly, as though she knew precisely how I was feeling.

"I think you're going to get along very nicely here, Amber," she said. She stood up and went to a corner, lifting a three foot long piece of wood from a shelf. It was thin, lightweight and flexible.

"Stand up, Amber and remove your shift," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, doing as she ordered.

"Now turn your back to me, spread your legs one foot apart, lean over and grip your ankles. And keep your legs straight."

"Yes, Mistress," I gulped, bending over as she said and presenting my naked ass to her. I was having a little trouble breathing. My chest was fluttering with excitement and embarrassment both. She was standing right behind me and I knew she could see right into my naked little slit, not to mention my asshole.

"Pledge, Amber," she said, "You have violated section three of the pledge book, by being found not wearing your medallion. For a first time offence, the punishment is ten switches and it is a public switching. However, since this is the first day here I'll make an exception and grant you a private punishment."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, glad I wasn't doing this with thirty or forty girls staring at my naked crotch and asshole.

"Do not move. Do not attempt to evade your punishment or turn it aside," she said. I was looking between my legs and could see she was reading from a little book. She put it down and raised the switch. It made a hissing sound as it cut through the air. Then it hit my behind with a sharp, biting pain.

I yelped, but kept my position. She held the switch up, waiting for me to recover, then slashed it down again. It hit across both cheeks almost exactly where it had before. I cried out again, clenching my teeth against the pain.

Again it slashed across my ass, slightly higher, then again, a little lower, then again and again and again and again. I was groaning between my tightly closed lips as she raised the switch again. She hesitated then swung it down across my ass cheeks once more.

"That's nine, pledge. Do you regret your error?"

"Ye... yes, Mistress," I gasped. Then I cried out in pain as the switch whipped down and smashed into my ass cheeks for a final time.

"Thank me for your instruction," she said.

"Thank you for your... your instruction, Mistress," I panted.

"Rise and turn." I stood up, lightheaded as the blood flowed down out of my skull.

"On your knees, pledge."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. She held the switch out to me.

"Kiss the switch which disciplines you." I kissed it and she put it on her desk and reached to take my hands. She lifted me to my feet and smiled in amusement.

"You're a natural, aren't you, Amber?" she grinned.

"M... mistress?" I blinked.

She turned and opened one of the drawers of her desk, then pulled out a long silver metal vibrator. She held it up in front of me and clicked it on. I shivered a little as I heard it buzz.

"Want it, Amber?" I stared at it, my loins burning with heat.

"Want this?"

"Ye... yes, Mistress," I whispered.

"Beg for it."

"Please, Mistress."

"Please what?"

"Please let me have it."

"You want me to use it on you, Amber?" I felt a sudden shock in my belly and my voice quivered.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

"You want me to fuck you with it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.

"Turn around and bend over the desk."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, in a daze. I bent over the desk, clutching the far side.

"Spread your legs, slave."

"Yes, Mistress,' I gasped, her words burning into my mind.

I jerked in shock as I felt her hand stroking my hot ass flesh, gliding up and down the smooth, soft skin. Her hand slid in between my thighs and rubbed up and down across my boiling hot cunt mound, the sensation shockingly arousing on my puffy, smoothly shaved pussy pad.

"So soft," she sighed, her hand rubbing back and forth. She pushed her middle fingers forward, forcing them up into my wet, tight juicy cunt slit, prying my lips apart as they sawed up and down my cleft over my pink skin. I moaned helplessly, my body actually trembling with lust. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so aroused, except for lat night, that is.

Then I felt something hard press against my cunt. Carol's fingers pulled my pussy lips apart and the hard, buzzing vibrator pushed into me, the nose touching my clitty and grinding against it as she twisted it from side to side.

I came, bucking my ass back at her as Carol held the vibrator against my clit. I moaned and whimpered and jerked uncontrollably, my mind blasted with orgasmic pleasure as she pushed hard, crushing my little fuck button.

"A real natural," she said. I groaned as she took the vibrator off my clit and eased it up into my cunt tunnel. I was hugging the desk to keep from sliding to the ground, my legs splayed apart and my sex open as she pumped the thick steel vibrator back and forth inside me, working it deeper with every thrust.

My cunt was starting to burn up with lust even though I'd just cum, and that vibrator was fanning the flames of desire as she drove it deep into my belly. I felt her fingers pressing against my cunt mound and realized that all but an inch or so of the vibrator was up inside me. I felt elated and excited at the thought.

Carol's fingers began rubbing at my clitty and my ass started grinding in slow circles as I panted with emotion and heat. My body and mind were ablaze with lust as I felt her fingers jamming my clit down against the vibrator.

Then she let go and I felt a blast of pain as she slashed the switch across my buttocks again. The pain was hot and sharp and knifed into my crotch, spurring my pleasure upwards. I cried out in shock, my fingers digging into the side of the desk as the pain and pleasure mingled and grew.

Again the switch lashed down on my buttocks, then again, as Carol rained blows down on my ass and thighs in a continuous steady, driving rhythm. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, my body shaking and jerking, my mind paralysed with heat and sexual agitation.

Then I came, the force of my orgasm setting my body thrashing and convulsing in violent spasms of sexual ecstasy. I clung desperately to the desk, which shook and rattled against the wall with the force of my movements.

My cum was thrown higher, into a prolonged orbit that I don't recall ever having achieved, other than the other night. Each new blow from the switch was like oil thrown on flames, sending them roaring higher, hotter. I was drooling onto the desk, my eyes tightly clenched as I rode the waves of sexual exultation through a maelstrom of blasting sexual pleasure.

The switch smashed down on the center of my back, then against my shoulders, driving my hot, hard, swollen tits into the harsh wood of the desk. I cried out again, in startled pleasure and pain both. The switch struck my ass, then the small of my back, then my shoulders again, each blow a blast of emotional and sensory power that was overloading my system.

The orgasm passed, leaving me a trembling husk of a person, barely able to keep from sliding down off the desk and laying in a puddle on the floor. Carol stopped lashing me and instead stoked my ass again. Her hands went away as she moved back, but then she returned.

Her hands went around me and she slid a chain around my waist, fastening it in behind. A second chain descended from it, running down between my buttocks. Carol pulled it up tight between my pussy lips and fastened it to the front.

"Wha... " I groaned, starting to recover some of my scattered senses.

"Shhhh," she said.

She pulled my arms behind me and I felt chains encircle them, binding them together behind me. I felt a certain anxiety at that, but mostly I felt renewed excitement and a kind of intense sexual high, a tremendous arousal and a feeling like I was about to do something enormously kinky and daring.

Carol pulled me back off the desk and had me kneel in front of her, sitting on my heels.

"Keep your back straight, slave," she ordered, glaring.

"Yes, Mistress," I gulped.

She took off her clothes, doing it slowly, teasingly. She had large round breasts with big brown nipples and a tiny waist. She removed her panties and I saw her small brown bush, which she'd shaved into a heart shape. She moved forward, standing directly in front of me.

"Lick me, slave," she ordered, her hand gripping my thick blonde hair tightly and jerking upwards. I rose on my knees, bringing my face level with her cunt. I stared at it for a moment as she spread her legs and stroked her hands through my hair.

Then I licked my lips and bent forward, sliding my tongue against her slit. I ran my tongue up and down her slit with a light touch at first, tasting her sweet scent. She was very wet, so I guess she'd really got off on switching my ass.

I pushed my tongue harder, forcing it in between her pussy lips and scooping her cunt milk out as I ran it up and down her cleft. Her hands twisted and pulled at my hair, but not really painfully. She pulled my face into her cunt, mashing her crotch over me, then easing back so I could work on her slit again.

I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, pumping it in and out several times, then ran it up to her clit and flicked it back and forth across the little fuck button.

"Ahhhhh... Fuckkkk!" she sighed. "Lick it slave girl! Lick my clit!"

She ground her crotch into my face again, her head rolling slowly as I ate out her snatch. I rasped my tongue back and forth across her clitty as she humped into me. She whined and panted and groaned in happiness as she cupped my ears and worked herself on my tongue.

I pushed my nose into her slit and rubbed it hard against her slit, then stuffed my tongue up into her and sucked out another wave of fuck milk.

She was really hot but so was I. I still had that buzzing vibrator inside my snatch, since the chain down between my cunt lips wouldn't let it slide out, and this whole scene was super exciting. I was really getting off just on being on my knees like this with my hands behind me. Even if the vibrator hadn't been there my cunt would have been drooling. With it up inside me I was humping my ass in and out in helpless pleasure, almost ready to cum myself.

I was trying to hold back my cum until I made Carol cum. I knew I'd be good for nothing once I blew. I pushed my tongue against her clit even harder, frantically running it up and down her slit, concentrating on her clitty as she whined and humped harder.

"Eat me! Eat me, slave!" she gasped. "Eat me!"

I sucked at her clit, trying to draw it into my mouth, straining my lips and jaw upwards as I tried to force her cunt lips aside to get at it. I suckled harshly, vacuuming it out enough to get my teeth around it, then I gnawed at it, grinding my teeth from side to side.

She screamed, tearing at my hair, humping into my face with desperate, bruising speed and power. I sucked as hard as I could as I rubbed my lips and mouth against her clit and came.

She came at the same time and the two of us were grunting and groaning and whining and jerking and trembling like maddened animals as our cunts blazed with energy and heat and sucked the rest of our bodies into a storm of sexual bliss.

At last we both stopped shaking. I eased back onto my heels, exhausted. Carol groaned and stumbled to the desk, holding herself up as she rubbed her pussy and grinned down at me.

"A natural," she said.

Was I a natural?

If so, a natural what? I mean, what did that mean anyway? I'd always know how, well, how high my sex drive was, and how some things excited me far more than other girls and women, including things that other people thought were perverted.

Bondage was one of those things. I loved the feelings it gave me, the idea of being so... helpless and, I don't know, possessed, owned, controlled, dominated. It just created a tremendously erotic feeling within me. Since the first time I'd read about it I had thought the image of a beautiful naked woman bound in chains or ropes, was an immensely arousing one.

When I'd played with Karen or a couple of other trusted lovers, played with bondage, being tied up had done something powerfully sensual to me. I remember being bound to a boyfriend's bed, spreadeagled and naked as he made love to me, straining against the bonds and feeling myself soooooo sexually free and gloriously erotic.

I'd been afraid to reveal just how excited it made me. It was okay to play as a game but only sickos would really get off on that on a regular basis, or so I thought. As for pain, well, once a guy had spanked me, but only playfully, and though I'd liked the feeling of submissiveness, I hadn't liked the pain.

Now things were different, but I didn't know why. It might have been because I was already very aroused when Carol began switching me, both times. Even during the initiation, I'd already been intensely turned on when the women started using their switches on my behind and back.

So it wasn't that I liked the pain in itself, it was more like the pain contributed to the pleasure I was already feeling. It was like ice and water, the same but not the same. I mean, you can't drink ice all by itself, it's too hard and too cold. Still, if you had a cup of water and poured ice into it, the water would rise higher with each additional cube, until it overflowed the cup.

"So did it hurt?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"You're lucky. Carol is supposed to be pretty nice. Brittany likes to use the cain and that's supposed to hurt like shit!" Emma sighed as she leaned on the window sill and looked out. "I thought they couldn't do anything unless it was in the rule book."

"Oh, no, not really, but not all the punishments are specified. Your mentor is allowed to create her own sometimes, and I hear Brittany is really creative."

"Well, Carol is... okay."

"Did she come on to you. They say she's really hot. I mean she's sweet, but she's supposed to have a super high sex drive."

"Why don't you tell me where this rule book is?" I sighed, changing the subject. Emma looked at me calculatingly, then pointed at the desk. I went over and got the book, then sat down and opened it.

"You better not forget your medallion again," Emma said.

"No. I won't."

"Check out page four."

I looked on page four. "What's this mean? Pledges are required to perform any service requested by a sister, other than those explicately exempted under section twelve."

"It means what it says. We're slaves. We have to do anything we're told no matter what."

"What's section twelve?"

"That's the sex section."

"Oh."

"That means you have to do anything but sex. But the sisters are the ones who decide what's sexual. So, for instance if they want a bath servant to help them take a bath, that's not sex, even if you have to scrub every inch of their body with your bare hands."

"Well, I suppose I could take that, so long as I don't have to do it very often."

"How do you feel about licking feet?"

"Yuck!"

"It's not sexual, supposedly, but if they tell you to do it you have to, or you get punished."

"I don't think Carol would do that."

"You and her did something together, didn't you?" she exclaimed.

"Did not!"

"Oh you liar! I just bet you did. You were gone for too long for just a little switching. That only takes a minute."

"Mind your own business."

"Ha."

"What about Brittany?"

"What about her?"

"Has she come on to you yet?"

"I'll say she has. Not just her either. We're new meat, especially you and me and Allison."

"Why us?"

"Because we're the bisexuals. The other two are confirmed lesbians. The sisters like bisexuals. I told you that. Hell, bring over a heterosexual girl some time and they'll be all over her. There's nothing they like better than seducing a heterosexual girl."

"I am heterosexual... mostly," I said.

"There's no such thing as mostly heterosexual. That's like a little bit pregnant. If you're excited by women then you're bi."

The door opened and Carol came in.

"Get dressed, girls. We're taking the pledges out for a tour of the campus."

"Yes, Sister," Emma said.

"Yes... Mistress," I said.

One good thing about the sorority sisters, they might humiliate us in private but they treated us well in public. Some of the fraternities, for instance, made their pledges do all sorts of humiliating stupid things or wear really weird clothes. We saw two guys walk by with false noses, wearing their underwear outside their pants, for instance.

We had a lot of fun, and got back to the sorority house late in the afternoon. Me and Emma went down to the swimming pool afterwards and did some laps, then played around in the gym, experimenting with the equipment. Neither of us was all that strong - no muscle tone according to one of the sisters there, but we figured we could keep the weight off if we worked out a little.

After dinner was judgement session. Any public punishment was meted out there. Most of the time was spent refereeing disputes between the sisters according to the rules, but there were two punishments to be handed down. One was to a sister, who was fined, and the other was to a pledge, Allison.

She was accused of being rude and impertinent to a sister named Rachael. Allison, who was a self confident, proud woman, had told Rachael to fuck off and then had told he she was a dumb cunt whore and shoved her hard against a wall!

In her defence Allison claimed Rachael had insulted her for almost five minutes, and then had poured a cup of coffee over her head.

However, since the coffee wasn't hot, and she was therefore, not hurt, she'd had no excuse for using violence on the sister. As for the insults, well, who cared if a sister insulted a scummy pledge anyway? That wasn't an excuse for anything.

The senior sisters judged Allison guilty. For insulting Rachael, she would receive twenty lashes from a switch. For shoving her, she would get five cuts from a cain. Rachael would administer the first and Allison's mentor Joan would do the caning.

Allison looked rebellious and angry by the judgement, but unless she wanted to quit the sorority there wasn't anything she could do. It looked like she was considering that very thing, but when Sissy ordered her to strip and bend over, she obeyed, even if reluctantly.

I was kind of embarrassed for her as I and the other sisters and pledges stared at her round white ass. Like us, her cunt was shaved, and her little slit opened slightly as she bent far over and opened her legs.

I was also aroused, and eager to witness her punishment. Everyone around me was excited as well as we watched Rachael ready the switch. Rachael stood to one side of the bent over blonde girl so she wouldn't block our view, then she swung the switch as hard as she could.

Allison cried out in pain, even though she was obviously trying not to. Rachael drew her arm back and slashed the switch across her ass a second time, and a third and a fourth. She was hitting Allison far harder than Carol had hit me.

She swung the switch carefully, measuring the blows, obviously not wanting to be done too quickly. She was concentrating on the lower part of Allison's pretty ass cheeks, using the very end of the switch, the tip. I didn't know why until Allison howled and flew forward onto the floor, clutching her crotch. Then I realized Rachael had cruelly caught her bare pussy mound with the switch.

"The pledge is not permitted to move until punishment is over," Sissy admonished. "Resume the position."

Allison was panting and sniffling. One of the sisters gripped her by the arm and helped her back to her feet, then the blonde bent over again, reaching for her ankles. Rachael slashed the switch across her buttocks again several times before catching her pussy mound again.

Once more Allison flew forward with a shriek, clutching her snatch.

"If we must warn you again, pledge, you will be chained for the remainder of punishment," Sissy said. "I also would like to remind sister Rachael that this punishment calls for a switching on the buttocks. Any further contact with genitalia will be considered an offence under the punishment act."

Rachael scowled at that. I hadn't gotten that far in the book so I didn't know what Sissy meant. I kind of wished she would slash the thing across Allison's pussy again though. It turned me on. The whole thing turned me on but seeing Allison get slashed right on the pussy reeeaaaaly turned me on!

Allison was back on her feet, bending over. Rachael slashed the stick down on her soft ass flesh again and again until Sissy said twenty. Then Allison had to drop to her knees and thank Rachael for the punishment, which must have been galling, then kiss the switch.

Then she had to assume the position again for the cane. The cane position wasn't the same as the switch position. In the cane position you only bent to a ninety degree angle, with your hands on your knees instead of your ankle. That meant your ass flesh wasn't as tightly stretched, so there was more meat for the cane to strike.

Allison bent over, trembling a bit as Sissy raised the cane. The cane was about the same length as the switch but was thicker and heavier. She brought it whooshing down on Allison's buttocks and Allison cried out in pain, but held her position. Again and again, and then again, and then a final time Sissy slashed the cane across Allison's pretty round ass cheeks.

Unlike the switch, which made very thin little lines that were quick to fade, the cane left thick, angry red lines behind that stayed much longer, and left the girl's bottom smarting for hours.

Allison had to beg for forgiveness then and kiss the cane, then the session was over. Me and Emma and Jennifer went and cleaned up the kitchen, which was one of our chores as pledges. Afterwards Emma and I went back to our room.

We weren't there for more than half an hour when the door opened and Ginny and Dog came in. Dog was crawling on all fours and Ginny was leading her by a chain around her throat. At first I thought Dog might be wearing some kind of G-string, but then I realized that what it was was a kind of tail.

The tail stuck out of her asshole and hung down between her legs. It was attached to something they'd stuck in her asshole. Dog barked several times as we stared at her in amazement.

"Dog wanted to meet the new sluts," Ginny sneered. "Strip and get down on your hands and knees," she ordered. Emma and I looked at each other, then obeyed, getting down on all fours in front of Dog.

Dog crawled forward and sniffed all around us, then stuck out her tongue and licked my cheek, then Emma's.

"She likes you," Ginny said. "Turn around and she'll lick your cunts."

"Uh, no thank you, Sister," I said.

"Dirty little slut," Ginny glared. "You're the one who likes dildos, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I've got a dildo so big it will split your cunt apart, bitch."

She pulled back harshly on the chain and Dog reared back onto her knees, the chain tightening like a noose around her slender throat. Ginny held the chain tightly, continuing to maintain pressure as Dog's face began to turn red, and her hands fluttered. Ginny smiled as she reached down, her hand gliding across Dog's straining chest, over her rounded, outhrust tits and hard little nipples

Dog's eyes were bulging out as she strained back and choked. She never made any attempt to free herself, to loosen the chain strangling her. She made odd, choking sounds, then she gurgled and passed out.

We watched in awed amazement. Ginny ignored her slave as Dog half hung there, held up by the throat. She let her down onto the floor then, taking the pressure off her throat and allowing the chain to loosen.

"See how you've disappointed Dog?" she pouted. "Now you'll have to carry her back to my room. Go on, pick her up you sluts."

Emma and I gripped the nude, unconscious girl by her arms and legs and lifted her, carrying her down the hall to Ginny's room. Ginny followed behind, making obscene remarks about our naked asses and tits and cunt slits, and how she'd like to whip us and make us suck her cunt.

Once we were in Ginny's room she directed us, not to the bed, but to a wall, where manacles hung from short chains.

"Put her up against the wall," Ginny ordered. We placed her against the wall, then lifted the unconscious girl's arms above her, putting her wrists into the separate manacles and locking them in place. We let her go and she hung limp, her chin on her chest.

"Now wouldn't you like to hang there, little sluts?" Ginny purred. "I think you'd both look marvellous, all shaved bald, perhaps with a few whip marks on your soft little asses."

She was turning me on, kind of. I didn't like her. I thought she was cruel, rather than nice like Carol, and though the sight of Dog hanging naked from the manacles was supremely erotic, I didn't envy her her baldness.

"Go on, get out sluts. But I'll get you later, never fear, " she sneered. Me and Emma walked out but I ran into Carol in the hall.

"I would like a word with you, Pledge," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, parting with Emma, who continued back to our room. I followed Carol into her room and knelt on the floor when she ordered it.

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