The Pledge Mistress
Copyright 2006 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, public nudity, 
sexual hazing)

Chapter 23 – Pledge Ken's servitude

The pledges returned to their cots at 5:00 a.m.  Ordinarily they would have had to 
get up for PT in just a few minutes, but that particular morning they were allowed 
to skip the mandatory exercise session.  They had endured plenty of exercise 
already, having spent the hours between 10:00 p.m. and 4:30 a.m. in constant 
physical activity.  Instead Tracy announced that the pledges would be allowed to 
sleep until 7:00 a.m. and not have to get up until the sophomores were ready to 
have breakfast.

Shortly before 8:00 Tracy led her group back to campus for their morning classes.  
Lisa was somewhat tired, but she was sure she could make it through the lectures 
given her Sunday of sleeping at Burnside's house and the two additional hours of 
rest after the scavenger hunt.  She noticed the totally exhausted look on the face of 
the Pledge Mistress, realizing that Tracy had not had any sleep at all since the 
previous afternoon.  

Lisa wondered what motivated the Pledge Mistress.  However hard Tracy pushed 
the pledges, she pushed herself much more.  Only once had Lisa seen Tracy 
sleeping or relaxing, and that was the previous afternoon when she collapsed on 
Burnside's living room sofa from sheer exhaustion.  Over the entire weekend she 
only had about four hours of sleep, because Lisa knew for a fact she had not slept 
Saturday at all.  As for Monday morning, Tracy led the sophomores exercising, so 
she did not even get the two hours her pledges got after the hunt.

So what was it that drove Tracy?  Was it the military?  There certainly was a lot 
of the military in her personality: she had completely internalized whatever those 
drill sergeants had done to her in Basic Training.  But something else drove her as 
well.  Lisa suspected that Tracy was worried about displaying any personal 
weakness to the point it had become a phobia.  Perhaps it was fear, fear of herself 
and her own vulnerabilities; that gave Tracy so much drive and energy.

As she contemplated her strange Pledge Mistress and the bizarre adventure she 
was leading, Lisa felt genuine admiration for her.  Tracy's powerful personality 
matched that of Ruth Burnside, but there were many differences as well.  While 
Burnside's nature exuded raw sexuality, whatever sexual desires Tracy had she 
seemed content to keep hidden.  Burnside never skipped a chance to indulge 
herself with sex, fine food, and physical comfort, while Tracy's life seemed 
extremely austere.  

Still, what impressed Lisa was not what made the professor and the Pledge 
Mistress different, but what they had in common.  Both women dominated their 
surroundings and imposed their will on the people around them.  Both provided 
role models for Lisa, personality traits she wanted to adopt for herself.  The 
differences in their personal lives made Lisa aware that she could, and would have 
to, find her own balance between indulgence and sacrifice.  Lisa would adapt 
what she needed from both her mentors, but then use that knowledge to follow her 
own path in life.

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Monday passed uneventfully.  Lisa split her time between her duties in Burnside's 
office and her attendance at class.  In the afternoon Tracy, appearing more 
exhausted than ever, came by with the three freshmen to retrieve her and take the 
group back to the sorority house.  Of course, after dinner there was plenty of 
excitement waiting for the members and pledges of the Four-Beta Sorority: the 
public caning of the five Tri-Alpha pledges.

As soon as the Pledge Mistress and her charges returned to the sorority house, it 
was obvious the punishment was going to be a major event.  The majority of the 
women already were well-dressed and armed with cameras and camcorders.  In 
the sitting room a sturdy table, complete with restraining straps, had been set up 
and the sorority's entire collection of canes was assembled in a nearby umbrella 
stand.  Lisa noticed another table in a corner containing a box of medical gloves, 
two very large pitchers of warm water, and five enema bags and hose sets.  A pair 
of leather restraining cuffs hung from chains attached to the ceiling.

Tracy ordered the pledges to take their book bags downstairs but not to get 
undressed.

"This is an official punishment event for their group.  Because of that you'll stay 
in uniform."

The sorority's benches were set up along the sides of the room and momentarily 
the seniors would be occupying them with the sophomores and pledges standing 
behind.   The juniors would be in charge of the five unfortunate males: cuffing 
and un-cuffing them, restraining them to the table, taking official pictures, and 
sexually tormenting them both before and after the punishments.  Along with 26 
cane strokes, each male pledge would be chained to the ceiling and subjected to a 
forced ejaculation (in full view of all the women, of course) before the physical 
punishment.  Following the physical portion of his punishment, each male pledge 
would endure an enema and then be cuffed and escorted downstairs to evacuate 
and shower.

Once the punishments were completed, the officers of the fraternity planned to 
leave their pledges at the sorority house.  Rather than wait for the cane marks to 
fade, the fraternity simply decided their pledges would remain in service of the 
sorority until Sunday night.  There was a final indignity waiting for the Tri-Alpha 
aspirants during those grim six days.  They would have to wear the Four-Beta 
pledge shirt whenever attending classes on campus.  Yes, that's right…the 
dreaded pink shirt with the message:

PLEDGE

This pledge is property of the Four-Beta Sorority.
If found unescorted, please return to rightful owner.

As cruel as the week would be for the male pledges, the fraternity was not acting 
out of simple sadism.  The Tri-Alpha officers had decided that the pledges' 
internment in the sorority house would count as their "Hell Week", the most 
grueling part of their pledging experience.  "Hell Week" was a tradition for the 
fraternity; the worst part of the hazing that was designed to determine who finally 
got to be let in as a member-in-full-standing.  Normally "Hell Week" came 
somewhat later in the semester, but in the case of the summer pledges, it made 
sense that "Hell Week" would simply be the week the group had to perform 
penance at the sorority house.  During that time the males would be at the mercy 
of the sorority's women, and that included Lisa and her companions.  The 
advantage of the plan for the male pledges would be to quickly get the worst part 
of the pledging experience behind them.  By the end of the first month of the 
summer semester the males would have "Hell Week" completed and most likely 
anyone remaining in the group eventually would become a member-in-full-
standing in August.

During their week at the Four-Beta house the males would have to do anything 
the women commanded them to do.  The only limitation was that they could not 
be ordered to risk arrest or permanent physical injury.  Apart from that, anything, 
including sex, was fair game for the Four-Betas.  The men would to be allowed to 
go to class and the opportunity to sleep six hours per night.  With the exception of 
that allotted time for class and sleeping, they would be completely at the mercy of 
the sorority's women.

Lisa could tell that Bernadette most certainly had plans lined up, and quite 
possibly some ideas were floating around Cherine's head as well.  As for 
Kathleen, Lisa would have to keep her eyes on her.  If Kathleen wanted to have 
some fun with the guys or use them for personal enjoyment, that was OK.  
However, if she wanted to torment them out of anger or eagerness to avenge the 
earlier trauma of her life, Lisa would have to intervene. 

As the time approached for the males to be brought over to the sorority house, 
Lisa pondered how she would deal with Ken.  An idea slowly formed in her head 
to grab Ken for the pledge group and try to keep him away from the sorority's 
other women.  If she could carry through with that plan, it would have several 
advantages.  She wasn't too thrilled at the thought of seeing Ken at the mercy of 
someone like Heather.  Perhaps, if he were claimed by the pledge group, his "Hell 
Week" would be somewhat less onerous than that of his companions.  Lisa might 
remain mad at him, but still, she did not want to see him suffer unreasonably.  
Also, her old desire to control him had resurfaced, and the idea of having him 
under her command for a week appealed to her.  She knew he was an expert at 
providing good oral sex and massages, so the sexual appetites of the pledge group 
were guaranteed to be satisfied.  Finally, Lisa vaguely understood that if she 
controlled Ken and determined how the pledge group could enjoy him, she would 
exert even more influence over her companions.

Lisa decided to briefly talk to Bernadette and try to get her to support her plan to 
keep Ken under the pledge group's control, and leave the other male pledges 
alone.  To her surprise, Bernadette agreed.

"If he's as good as you say he is, I 'spose that's not a bad idea you got.  At least 
you know where his dick has been.  If you can convince Tracy, or whoever, to let 
us have him; I'd go along with it.  Cherine's still thinking about the VP, so I'd 
imagine she really doesn't care."

"Thanks."

"One condition.  If you get him, me and Cherine get to do whatever we want with 
him.  He's not your ex-boyfriend; he's our property.  He belongs to all of us, not 
just you."

"I know.  That's fine with me."

With that Lisa and Bernadette went back upstairs.  Lisa had managed to ease the 
on-going tension between herself and Bernadette by seeking her approval for the 
idea of claiming Ken for the pledge group.  She realized something important, 
that if Bernadette felt that she had some control over Lisa's decisions, it was 
likely that she would be much more cooperative.   If Lisa approached Bernadette 
individually and presented any ideas in private before announcing them to 
Cherine and Kathleen, she was acknowledging her as a "co-leader".  She now 
knew how to deal with the most difficult member of her group: simply consult 
with her before presenting any ideas publicly.

There was another significant detail that came out of that conversation.  
Bernadette had spoken for herself and Cherine.  She did not mention Kathleen.  
Bernadette now took it for granted that Kathleen was Lisa's responsibility and did 
not really have much of a voice in the pledge group.  Whatever Lisa told Kathleen 
to do she would go along with, so her opinions were not much of a concern for the 
other two pledges.

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Lisa knew better than to pursue her desire to claim authority over Ken without 
first requesting permission from Pledge Mistress Tracy.  As the sophomores 
continued setting up, Lisa found her mentor, knelt, and requested permission to 
speak.  Tracy agreed to talk to her in private.  

Once Lisa assured the Pledge Mistress that she already had consulted with the 
other members of the pledge group, Tracy agreed to support her idea of claiming 
Ken.  Tracy added it seemed likely that the male pledges would be divided up 
anyway.  Undoubtedly Heather would take the unfortunate "fat" guy she had been 
tormenting for herself, and the seniors, juniors, and sophomores each would claim 
a Tri-Alpha pledge.  Because the women dismissed him as being gay, Tracy 
figured no one would object to turning Ken over to the Four-Beta pledge group.  
Really, what could the freshmen do with a gay guy anyway?  

Tracy confided to Lisa that there would be a surprise that evening.  Because of his 
group's pathetic performance during the scavenger hunt, Tracy's counterpart, Tri-
Alpha Pledge Master Arnold, was officially reprimanded by a unanimous vote of 
the fraternity's seniors and would have to perform penance alongside his pledges.  
He did not face a caning like the others, but he would have to subject himself to 
six days of naked servitude in the sorority.  Most likely he would be handed over 
to the Four-Beta officers, who in turn, would share him with the other seniors.  
Lisa could tell that Tracy felt somewhat sorry for Arnold, because for a fraternity 
officer to be publicly punished as though he was a pledge was a big humiliation.

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"Here they come!"

A cheer went up from the women as they crowded onto the front lawn to watch 
the spectacle of six nude, cuffed and blindfolded men being led towards the 
sorority by the Tri-Alpha seniors.  Now this really is humiliating, thought Lisa to 
herself: being forced to walk several blocks as naked prisoners.  There was 
nothing the young men could do to cover themselves, because their hands were 
secured behind their backs.  To make matters worse, two of the male pledges had 
erections that bobbed around as they walked towards the sorority.

The women from other sororities frantically ran out of their houses as word 
spread about the spectacle on the street.  The entire block echoed with the 
cheering of hundreds of women as the Tri-Alpha officers and their prisoners 
walked up the Four-Beta driveway and were led into the house.  As soon as the 
men entered the front door, the fun was over and the crowds of cheering women 
quieted down and returned to their own sorority houses.

A few minutes later a police patrol car came by to respond to a citizen's 
complaint about six naked guys walking around on the street.  However, the 
officer didn't see anything out of the ordinary.  He radioed dispatch and kept on 
driving.  There's no naked guys out here.  Must have been a prank call.

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The women quickly took their positions: the seniors sitting on the benches, the 
juniors sitting in the front, and the sophomores and pledges standing behind.  
Heather stood next to the punishment table wearing nothing but a sport-bra and 
running shorts.  She was looking over the collection of canes and swishing them 
through the air, more to raise the anxiety in the room than anything else.

The males were led into the room and ordered to kneel.  The Tri-Alpha officers 
took their positions standing near the window, with the exception of the Pledge 
Master, who knelt in naked disgrace.  Tracy stepped forward and removed the 
blindfolds of the kneeling males, given that the sorority wanted them to witness 
each other's punishment.  With a riding crop the Four-Beta Pledge Mistress 
tapped the males to properly position them: kneeling upright with knees properly 
spread and genitalia exposed.  Once the Pledge Mistress had her subjects properly 
positioned, she gently touched the testicles of each frightened pledge with the tip 
of the riding crop, hoping to force an erection.

Lisa expected the punishment to have a ceremonial beginning, a speech or other 
pronouncement excoriating the pledge group for having lost the previous night's 
scavenger hunt.  However, the officers did not see the point in any speech.  The 
males had lost and would be punished for it.  It was that simple.  

Pledge Master Arnold faced humiliation, not because his group had lost, but 
because it was obvious that he had not properly prepared them.  He was being 
punished for somewhat different reasons than his group, having failed in his duty 
as Pledge Master.  He would be spared the initial caning, but there was no 
restriction against the women punishing him later in the week if they wanted to do 
so.

Already the cameras were flashing.  President Alexandra moved in front of the 
group:

"Pledge Master Arnold!"

"Yes, President Alexandra!"

"Stand up and explain to us why you are here!"

Arnold stood up.

"My pledge group is here to comply with the conditions set out for the losers of 
the summer scavenger hunt.  Specifically that means 26 strokes of the cane 
applied to the naked bottom of each member of the losing side, followed by a 
week of servitude in the Four-Beta Sorority house."

"…and why have you presented yourself along with your group?"

"Because we did not prepare for the scavenger hunt, President Alexandra."

"There is no 'we' Pledge Master Arnold.  You were responsible for not preparing 
your group.  Now let me ask you something.  Is it true that our pledges actually 
had to wait an hour before turning in their final item so your group would not lose 
so badly?"

"Yes, President Alexandra, that's true."

"You failed your pledges and your fraternity.  Your pledges actually had to rely 
on the mercy of our pledges because you did nothing to get them ready.  That's 
why you're here.  The failure of your group is a personal failure on your part."

"Yes, President Alexandra."

Lisa felt sorry for Arnold, because it was obvious that he and his pledges had been 
busy over the weekend with other activities and had not really thought about the 
hunt.  It also was likely that, unlike Tracy, it had not occurred to him to sneak his 
pledges out of the Tri-Alpha house and risk angering the other officers of the 
fraternity.  Part of his casual attitude about the hunt came out of complacency, 
because the Tri-Alphas had won the last four competitions against their female 
counterparts, not having faced an opponent as determined as Tracy.

Tracy, on the other hand, was obsessed with winning and was totally unconcerned 
about risking her standing with her fellow officers.  Whatever objections the other 
officers might have had about taking the pledges away from the sorority house 
were silenced by the success of her strategy.  Tracy's preparation of her group had 
been so thorough that the females felt they needed to wait over an hour to give the 
Tri-Alphas a chance to find more items.  To the judges it was obvious the females 
had decided to hold back finishing the contest, because more than an hour went 
by between the time they turned in their 99th item and their final item.

Heather raised her hand:

"President Alexandra, I request permission to speak!"

"Yes, Sergeant-at-Arms Heather!"

"I propose, given Pledge Master Arnold's personal failure, that five cane strokes 
from the punishment of each member of his pledge group be reassigned to him, 
that he gets 25 strokes and the strokes of the pledges are reduced from 26 to 21!"

"OK, a motion has been made.  Any seconds?"

Two Tri-Alpha officers raised their hands.

"OK, let's vote, officers only.  All officers in favor of transferring five strokes 
from each Tri-Alpha pledge to Pledge Master Arnold raise their hand."

The five remaining Tri-Alpha officers and five of the Four-Beta officers raised 
their hands.

"Against?"

Tracy raised her hand.

"By a vote of 10 to one the officers have decided to impose a caning of 25 strokes 
on the naked bottom of Pledge Master Arnold, and that the canings of each of the 
five pledges will be reduced from 26 to 21."

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A few minutes later the first male pledge was standing with his hands 
immobilized by the cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  A Four-Beta junior picked up 
a jar and two pairs of medical gloves.  She then ordered Bernadette to stand up 
and assist her.  The junior and the pledge put on their gloves, took positions on 
opposite sides of the male, and began massaging his chest, bottom, and upper 
thighs.  The junior ordered Bernadette to massage the young man's penis, while 
she lubricated her index finger and inserted it into his bottom.  The male jerked 
forward, further exposing himself to Bernadette.  The freshman firmly gripped his 
penis and pushed him back to make it easier for the junior to find their victim's 
prostate.  As the cameras flashed and the women applauded, the male pledge 
groaned and released his semen into the jar.

The junior told Bernadette to hold the jar up high, while she took a thick indelible 
marker and wrote "Bad Boy" on the pledge's chest.  The two women then stood 
on each side of the male and posed for numerous pictures before finally being 
ordered to un-cuff him and resume his kneeling position.

The next member of the Tri-Alpha group to be masturbated was Ken.  Not 
surprisingly, Ken already was quite hard, given his sexual attraction to pain and 
fear.  The next junior in the punishment group called Kathleen to assist her.  She 
whispered into Kathleen's ear:

"Pledge, would you like to take him from the front or from the back?"

"You mean…like, put my finger up his bottom, ma'am?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah…I…I'd like that…I mean to try that…ma'am."

"You know what to do, Pledge?"

"I think so, ma'am."

"OK, you get the honor."

Kathleen lubricated her finger while her companion grabbed Ken's penis and 
pushed him backwards.  Ken did not resist, because what was about to happen to 
him was not anything he had not experienced before.  He enjoyed having his 
bottom penetrated and the strange feeling having his sphincter stretched always 
gave him.  He stuck his bottom out, trying to make it easy for Kathleen to enter 
him with her finger.

Kathleen was fascinated by what she was doing, to the point that she forgot that 
she was in a room full of witnesses and she was being photographed and 
videotaped.  She explored Ken's waiting bottom-hole as she applied the 
lubricating gel, and then pushed in and moved her finger back and forth.  She was 
curious to see what a man's insides felt like and how far in she could push her 
finger.  As she moved her finger around and Ken felt the familiar pressure against 
his sphincter, a wave of arousal swept over him.  With her free hand Kathleen 
explored his bottom, fascinated by the smooth skin and the knowledge that before 
long it would be marked by 21 cruel welts.

Ken perspired and groaned as the two women worked him into an erotic frenzy.  
They sensuously massaged him inside and out as discharge after discharge came 
out of him into the jar.  Ken had surrendered himself entirely and loved what was 
happening to him.  Kathleen was totally aroused at the thought of so intimately 
exploring the bottom of another person and the warm, soft feel of the young 
man's intestine on her gloved finger.

As she continued to feel around inside her male counterpart, Kathleen wondered 
what it would be like to be taken from behind.  She certainly knew what it felt like 
to be fucked in various positions in her vagina, but most of those experiences had 
been associated with very unpleasant memories.  She had given oral sex to her 
high school lovers on many occasions, but sucking a man's penis did not satisfy 
her in the least.  Until that moment, with her finger shoved up Ken's bottom, it 
had not occurred to her that she might enjoy anal sex…with a guy.  

The thought of being penetrated up her bottom both frightened and fascinated 
Kathleen.  She had been thoroughly aroused whenever Lisa kissed and licked her 
bottom-hole, but obviously her lover was not capable of actually penetrating her.  
As she held up the jar and posed with the junior and their exhausted captive, 
Kathleen mulled over the idea of submitting to being fucked up the ass, just to see 
what it would feel like.  She felt guilty because the love of her life was 
Lisa…however…wasn't she, as a member of the Four-Betas, expected to explore 
her sexuality?  What would Lisa say about her secret desires?

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Cherine was the next of the female pledges called up to assist in masturbating one 
of the males.  The third guy was fully erect as soon as he was restrained and 
needed very little encouragement to fill his jar.  The junior gave Cherine the 
honor of stimulating their subject's penis and rubbing his bottom while she 
worked on massaging his chest.  Lisa could tell that Cherine was totally absorbed 
by her task and fascinated as her hands worked their magic on the restrained 
young man.  She explored his shaven pubic area and carefully watched his penis 
as it pulsated and shot semen into the waiting receptacle.

Lisa got Heather's favorite pledge, the "fat guy".  One detail Lisa found 
interesting was how much weight he had lost in just two weeks: she estimated that 
he might have dropped as much as 15 pounds so far.  Not surprisingly, his entire 
body was covered with welts, both old and new, inflicted by the constant barrage 
of swats from Heather's riding crop.  Lisa noticed that his bottom had no new 
marks on it, because undoubtedly his tormentor wanted to save it for a nice 
thorough caning.

The junior in charge of Lisa and the pledge knew that Lisa had plenty of 
experience with arousing men and simply left her to stimulate the guy on her own.  
Lisa worked him from both the front and the back, with synchronized movements 
on both his prostate and his penis.  Her goal was to see how quickly she could 
make him come, but his body turned out to be somewhat stubborn.  It took her 
more than two minutes to find the right combination of stimulation to force him to 
climax and fill his jar.  However, once he started, Lisa's subject continued 
squirting, surprising her with the duration and volume of his discharge.  He 
moaned and his knees trembled from the physical relief and utter humiliation he 
was enduring at the expense of the two women assaulting his body.  Finally he 
was totally spent and hung limply on his chains, while Lisa held up his jar for the 
benefit of the cameras and audience.

Two juniors dispatched the final pledge, expertly arousing his body and forcing 
him to empty into his jar within just a couple of minutes.  In some ways what 
happened to the final member of the pledge group was more humiliating than 
what had happened to his predecessors, because the women showed absolutely no 
emotion as they extracted the semen from his body.  They knew where to put their 
hands, which nerves to touch, and worked him with about as much emotion as a 
vet groomer might display while shampooing a dog.  And yet, they completely 
cleaned him out, leaving him more spent and exhausted than any of his 
companions.

Once five jars of semen were sitting on display, Heather announced the next 
phase of the ongoing punishment, the public caning of the five pledges and their 
Pledge Master.  She decided to flog Arnold first, because, as she put it:  "He 
deserves my undivided attention."

Arnold approached the table, but protested that he could hold his position and did 
not need to be tied down.  Heather ignored him, and coldly strapped him to the 
table while calling him a "pathetic fucking failure."  Lisa realized something very 
interesting; that Heather was not just teasing.  She was genuinely furious with 
him.

Lisa pondered: why should the Sergeant-at-Arms be so angry that the Tri-Alphas 
lost the scavenger hunt?  That didn't make any sense, unless…unless…Heather 
actually wanted Tracy's pledges to lose.  Of course, had that happened and the 
sorority members been forced to attend the "Skins and Shirts" ball in the nude, 
Tracy would have taken most of the blame.  Another thought suddenly occurred 
to Lisa.  Maybe the reason the penalty for the losers of the scavenger hunt were so 
brutal was because Heather had expected the Four-Betas to lose.  Perhaps she 
actually wanted the pledges to suffer and for them to blame the Pledge Mistress, 
just like she wanted the other sorority members to blame her for having to attend 
the dance in the nude.  Maybe her goal had been to turn everyone, both the 
pledges and the sorority members against Tracy.  Certainly losing the competition 
would have been a good way to do that, to undermine Tracy's relationships with 
the other women of the sorority.

If Tracy was aware that Heather hoped to undermine her: that would explain her 
strange and secretive behavior over the weekend.  It would account for her desire 
to sneak the pledges out of the sorority house so they could rest.  It also would 
explain the strange argument she had over the phone with President Alexandra.  
Lisa remembered her mentor's words:

"…look, I don't give a shit about Heather, I really don't!  Those pledges are my 
responsibility, not hers!  Alexandra, you know what?  If her feelings are hurt, 
tough shit…now, either you want my group to win, or you don't!  Which is it?"

Lisa shuttered at the implications of such a dispute.  To undermine Tracy's 
standing among the other women, apparently Heather was perfectly willing to 
jeopardize the well being of the pledges.  That was a very scary thought, given the 
number of pledge challenges that still lay ahead.

While Lisa was mulling over the relationship between Tracy and Heather, the 
Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms was flexing her cane and menacingly tapping the 
Tri-Alpha officer's exposed bottom.  Lisa studied Heather's face, which 
continued to reflect genuine anger.  She's pissed, thought Lisa to herself.  She's 
actually pissed at that poor guy.

Heather positioned herself, drew back, and laid a fearsome stroke across the base 
of both sides of Arnold's bottom.  He closed his eyes and held his breath, 
surprised by the force of the blow.  He had thought that surely, because Heather 
was punishing a fellow officer, she would go easy on him.  He had thought the 
punishment was more to humiliate him than actually hurt him.  He was very 
mistaken, not yet realizing he was dealing with a woman who was totally 
infuriated that his group had lost.

Heather stood back to admire the rising red welt, and relished the satisfaction of 
knowing that she still had 24 to go.  She already knew how she would proceed: 
she would start with five lines across the lower part of both bottom-cheeks, then 
hit hard with 7 strokes concentrated on each side, and then finish with strokes laid 
across his upper bottom and upper thighs.  She would strike him as hard as she 
could without drawing blood, enjoying the opportunity to vent her anger and 
satisfy her own sadistic desires.

A sinister swoosh and the splat of rattan making contact with unprotected skin 
signaled the second stroke against the suffering Pledge Master.  Again he gasped 
and suppressed a scream, not just from the pain, but also from the shock that 
Heather planned to inflict a very serious punishment.  Heather twisted back and 
savagely delivered a third blow, widening the strip of pure pain across the lower 
part of Arnold's backside.

Arnold was not the only one surprised by the severity of Heather's treatment.  It 
turned out that the other Tri-Alpha officers were equally surprised; that they had 
expected Arnold's punishment to be more about humiliation than real pain.  Even 
Alexandra, who normally was very supportive of her Sergeant-at-Arms, looked on 
with a nervous expression.

Arnold was breathing quite loudly and sweat was running down his body even 
before the first five strokes were completed.  Heather paused to run her fingers 
along the cruel welts as they continued to rise and darken.  This is really great, she 
thought to herself.  Now he's gonna get it, full force, on each side of his 
incompetent little ass.

Heather began on Arnold's right side, carefully positioning herself so the end of 
the cane would land squarely in the middle of his right bottom-cheek.  She struck 
very hard; leaving savage red lines that turned dark very quickly.  By the 10th 
stroke Arnold was moaning after the cane landed, and it was clear that he was not 
going to make it through the entire punishment without crying.

Because it wasn't the first time he had brought problems to the pledge program, 
Arnold's fellow officers had thought that "quality time" with Heather might make 
him wake up and understand that he was not performing to the fraternity's 
expectations.  The only problem with the decision was that the punishment she 
was inflicting on him was a bit much.  As they watched the punishment with 
mounting concern the Tri-Alpha officers glanced at each other, fully regretting 
their decision to allow the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms to punish their Pledge 
Master.  However, they did not intervene because they felt restrained by several 
Tri-Alpha traditions and unspoken rules.  

The first rule was that, once a decision was made, everyone involved was sworn 
to uphold it.  Decisions had to be carefully considered and made for good reasons, 
but once a decision was announced there could not be a bunch of doubt and 
second-guessing.

The second rule stipulated that the fraternity and sorority officers never 
questioned or challenged each other in public.  All disputes among the leadership 
had to be kept secret so the ordinary members would see the their leaders as an 
infallible group who always supported each other.  No matter what the other 
officers thought about Heather's flogging, there was no way they were going to 
challenge her in such a public setting.  She knew that, and because of it felt free to 
flog Arnold to her heart's content.

The final rule, and the most important one, was that failure always had 
consequences, especially in cases where failure could have been avoided.  Had the 
contest been relatively close, Arnold's leadership skills would not have been 
questioned, but his group's pathetic performance indicated that he had done 
nothing to prepare his pledges.  The problem facing him was that scavenger hunt 
debacle was not the first time his pledges had gotten in trouble.  They had done 
well with house cleaning and the physical fitness portion of their training, but 
academics were another issue.  Already there had been complaints from a 
professor about two late assignments, because Arnold had not set aside enough 
time for the pledges to study.  There also had been problems with the Tri-Alpha 
Life Skills Training and concerns over how much of that material they really were 
memorizing.  

Heather paused after her 12th stroke to let everyone contemplate what she had 
done so far.  Arnold's bottom had five dark lines laid very close to each other on 
both sides at the base of his backside, and an additional seven strokes 
concentrated on his right side.  The most recent strokes had been more severe 
because their force had been concentrated.  Arnold's bottom looked rather strange 
at that moment, because the upper part of his left bottom cheek still had no marks 
on it and contrasted with the painful weals on the right side and the lower part.  
His suffering was made quite clear by his desperate breathing and trembling.  His 
entire body was covered in sweat, including his bottom.  Good, thought Heather 
to herself, now my target is nice and wet.  

Heather flexed her cane and moved to her victim's left side.  She made several 
false starts before landing a cruel blow just above the five strokes from the 
beginning of the punishment.  When she landed her second stroke from that 
portion, Arnold groaned loudly and his body started shaking from suppressed 
sobs.  The disciplinarian didn't bother to try taunting him; she simply continued 
striking him at a very leisurely pace.  By the time she got to the seventh stroke, 
Arnold was crying quite nicely.

There was a break in the punishment while Heather paused to see if she wanted to 
use a different cane for the final six strokes.  She picked up three canes of varying 
lengths and thickness and slashed them through the air in front of her teary victim.  
Finally she selected the thinnest cane of the group, one guaranteed to deliver a 
very sharp sting.  Satisfied with her performance, she resumed her position and 
delivered a vicious stroke to the unmarked skin of both sides of the very upper 
part of the Pledge Master's bottom.  She followed that stroke with a cruel stroke 
across his upper thighs.  The final four strokes were administered in the same 
way: above-below…above-below.

Heather left Arnold to sob for a few minutes before untying him and allowing him 
to stagger to his feet.  She ordered him to turn around so her female audience 
could study and photograph the welts.  Then she ordered Arnold to turn his face to 
the camera so that both his welts and his face appeared in the pictures.  All five of 
his pledges also would have to pose for pictures as part of the over-all 
punishment.

Arnold did have one break coming to him that night; he would be spared the 
public enema.  Enemas and forced ejaculation, which were considered much more 
humiliating than corporal punishment, were reserved only for pledges.  Heather 
ordered Arnold to stand against the far wall of the sitting room, to keep his 
punished backside on display for the benefit of the women and Tri-Alpha officers.

Lisa glanced at the other male pledges.  They were terrified, quite obviously.  She 
was not surprised to see that Ken had a furious erection.  What surprised her much 
more was to see an erection on the "fat guy" as well.  Heather also noted the 
erections, and ordered the two pledges to stand up and face their audience.  She 
put her arms around their shoulders and posed for several pictures, cruelly smiling 
as the men's two penises pointed directly at the cameras.  When the flashing died 
down, she grabbed both penises and firmly held them for a second round of 
photos.  Finally she ordered the two pledges to put their hands behind their heads 
and run in circles around the room.  The women cheered and guffawed as the two 
mortified young men ran their laps while their penises bounced around as they 
moved.

Lisa was not surprised when Heather ordered her favorite victim to extend himself 
over the table next.  Nor was she surprised to see the Sergeant-at-Arms punish 
him with as much determination and cruelty as she had punished Arnold.  She 
used the same pattern on him: five stroke across both sides of the base of his 
bottom, then six strokes concentrated on each side, and finally four strokes with 
the thin cane on the backs of his upper thighs.  The "fat guy" did surprise his 
spectators by not crying.  Heather had beaten him so much over that last couple of 
weeks that he was becoming used to it.

Heather ordered her victim off the table and to display his welts for the benefit of 
the audience.  Like his Pledge Master, he had to pose for numerous pictures.  
Heather then ordered him to get on his elbows and knees on a thick towel laid out 
on the floor, his welt-covered bottom spread and turned towards the audience.  A 
Four-Beta junior brought a full enema bottle and hose assembly.  The nozzle 
already had been lubricated and was ready to insert.  Heather casually took it and 
shoved it in, repositioning it gently to make it go deeper.  As the women 
applauded and the cameras flashed, Heather paused to let the utter humiliation of 
the pledge's experience sink in.  Finally she opened the clip and the water rushed 
into his intestines.  The pledge already knew that he would be required to hold his 
position, on his elbows and knees with his bottom spread and pointed upwards, 
until the next caning was completed.  

As the first pledge struggled through the throbbing pain in his backside, the 
increasing pressure in his stomach, and holding an uncomfortable and 
embarrassing position on the floor, Heather got started with the third victim of the 
evening.  She punished using the same pattern, but Lisa noticed her striking 
considerably less vigorously and finishing much more quickly.  Heather already 
had flogged the two males she was most interested in flogging and had worn 
herself out.  Given that she still had three pledges to go, she had to be careful to 
pace herself and not get tired out too quickly.  The third pledge made it through 
his punishment without sobbing, although sweat and tears were running down his 
face when he knelt on the towel to receive his enema.

Two Four-Beta juniors handcuffed the "fat guy" and took him downstairs to 
relieve himself.  Then he would be shaved and, if necessary, have his bottom 
waxed for a second time.  Finally he would be brought back upstairs, issued a 
Four-Beta T-shirt, and formally begin his six days of punishment duty. 

Even had they not been facing punishment, at some point that week the Tri-Alpha 
pledges would have had to submit to being shaved by the Four-Betas.  Pledging 
males were not allowed to have pubic hair until they completed their initiation, so 
about once a week they had to be shaved.  Pledges also had to keep their bottoms 
completely free of hair, so they had to be waxed whenever there was any sign of 
hair growing back.  Upon being sworn in as full members the pledges would be 
allowed to re-grow their public hair if they wanted, although many of the 
members of the fraternity preferred to remain clean-shaven.  As for waxing the 
hair off their bottoms, the Tri-Alphas had made that a custom for the entire group 
over the past several years.  At first only the gay members waxed their bottoms, 
but over time the straight members started waxing as well.  Having their bottoms 
stripped of hair eventually became a trademark of the fraternity, and it turned out 
that most of the Four-Beta women preferred the new style on their partners. 

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Ken was the fifth person to be disciplined by Heather.  During the entire time he 
was waiting to be caned his erection never diminished.  Lisa glanced at her 
companions, noting that they were fascinated with his sexual stamina.  Bernadette 
in particular seemed to be looking forward to having access to Ken's body, given 
that she had been used to frequent sex in high school and was starting to become 
frustrated from not having the chance to relieve herself more often.  Lisa also was 
looking forward to having a couple of encounters with Ken, and hoped that she 
could get Kathleen to experiment with him as well.  For once Kathleen could be 
in control of her sexual contact with a male, and perhaps enjoy herself instead of 
feeling victimized.

For Lisa, the punishment of Ken was rather anti-climatic.  Heather was clearly 
tired out by the time she got to him.  Anyhow, he was used to much worse than a 
simple caning of 21 strokes.  In fact, he found the experience enjoyable; the pain 
just severe enough that it stimulated him sexually.  By the time he was let up his 
erection was harder than ever.  The enema was hardly anything new to him either: 
it was just another part of the hazing he took in stride.

----------

Already it was quite late when Heather finished punishing the final member of the 
pledge group and he was taken downstairs to be cleaned up.  The pledges were 
ordered to line up in front of the women while Tracy explained that they would be 
placed in servitude under the sorority for the next six days.  Tracy repeated the 
only restriction would be that the males would have time to attend class and sleep.  
Apart from that they were to unconditionally obey any order issued to them, 
which included sexual favors.  She continued by suggesting that each class take a 
pledge so there would be fewer arguments over which sorority members each 
male pledge had to obey.  That suggestion was put to a vote and an overwhelming 
majority of the women agreed.

Heather ordered one of the male pledges to stand on a small platform so the 
women could look him over and decided which class wanted him the most.  The 
first man was the best-looking member of the pledge group, so the seniors laid 
claim to him.  The juniors and sophomores disputed the second and third pledges, 
because both classes were split over which one each group wanted.  Finally Tracy 
rolled her eyes and told the juniors to vote on which of the two pledges they 
wanted the most.  The sophomores would have to take the other one.  Arnold 
went next, claimed by the sorority officers.  Finally Tracy handed the "fat guy" 
over to Heather, leaving Ken for herself and the Four-Beta pledge group.

As the males knelt, Tracy explained that they would be sleeping on cots in the 
pledge room in the basement.  They would use the communal showers and toilet, 
and remain on-call to serve the members of their respective classes.  Meanwhile, 
the Four-Beta pledges would get a six-day break from the harshest conditions of 
their daily lives.  They would be allowed to wear their pledge uniforms in the 
house, use the upstairs bathrooms, and sleep in the beds of the guestroom.  They 
still were held accountable for cleaning the house to inspection code on Saturday, 
but would have some help.  Because he was "their" pledge, Ken would be 
subordinate to them and be held responsible for helping them with their chores.

----------

A few minutes later the Tri-Alpha officers left the sorority to return to the 
fraternity house, minus their pledges and their disgraced Pledge Master.  The 
sorority members were dismissed for the night and departed upstairs with their 
new servants.  Tracy snapped her fingers to lead her pledge group and Ken 
downstairs.  Once the five pledges were kneeling she announced:

"OK, Pledge Ken, you know what you're supposed to do?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What?"

"I mean…I'm supposed to do whatever anyone in the pledge group tells me to do, 
ma'am."

"You got it, Pledge. We'll see how well you understand that.  Remember, I expect 
you to ask permission to do anything, and that includes pissing or getting a drink 
of water.  If you gotta piss, you gotta ask permission.  And there's something else.  
You don't talk, at all, unless someone talks to you first.  That's especially true for 
talking to the other Triple A's.  There's absolutely no talking among you for the 
next six days.  For each time I catch you or hear about you talking without 
permission, you're stay here will be extended by one day.  That's one day for 
each violation.  And that goes for all of you.  Get it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright.  I gotta study so I'm turning you over to the pledge group.  At 11:30 
they'll need to let you go to sleep, but in the meantime I expect you to do 
whatever they tell you."

"Yes, ma'am."

With that Tracy went upstairs to take her usual seat in the library.  

Bernadette immediately shouted:  "I got him first!"

Lisa sighed:  "OK, you got him first, but each of us is getting our turn.  We're 
giving you an hour."

With that Bernadette ordered Ken to put his hands behind his back so she could 
cuff him.  He knelt and complied, holding up his arms while the Four-Beta pledge 
secured them.  Bernadette then grabbed her captive's penis and ordered him to 
stand up.  His reaction to being cuffed, ordered around, and fondled was 
immediate: he became quite hard.  

Bernadette turned to Cherine:  "You want to come with us?  Make it a 
threesome?"

"Uh…I…don't think so…"

"Alright, your loss."

Still gripping his very stiff penis, Bernadette led Ken out of the pledge room and 
into the guestroom.  She shut the door, thrilled at having a completely compliant 
male at her command for a full hour.  Yes!  This was it!  This was why she had 
joined the Four-Betas!

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As soon as Bernadette closed the door of the guestroom, she stroked Ken's penis 
a couple of times and un-cuffed him.  She was desperate for sex, so the foreplay 
she might have wanted to try out with him would have to wait.  She pulled down 
her shorts and stepped out of them, then jumped on one of the beds.  She got on 
her elbows and knees, lewdly exposing herself.  As soon as she felt the cool air of 
the room blowing against her exposed vagina, she was reminded of her exposure 
and became very wet.

"There's condoms in that night stand.  Put one on and fuck me.  You'd better fuck 
me good, 'cause I'll beat your ass if you don't."

Ken's masochism and own pent-up sexual desires came out as he struggled to put 
on his condom and ran his hand over Bernadette's pale bottom.  Bernadette's skin 
had darkened slightly over the past three weeks from being naked most of the 
time, but her color was still a lot fairer than Lisa's deep tan.  Ken found the 
contrast fascinating, along the different shape of her petite figure and reddish 
pubic hair.

As he entered her and began thrusting, the pain from the recent caning shot 
through his body and gave him that extra burst of erotic energy.  Bernadette 
perspired and squeaked with pleasure as she pushed her body backward to get 
Ken even deeper inside her.  A delicious orgasm swept over her…yes…oh 
yes…this was good…oh yes…

As he continued thrusting and pumping semen into his condom, various thoughts 
and fantasies drifted through the young man's mind.  As first he simply enjoyed 
the sight of the attractive young body of his companion, and the contrast between 
her pink pledge shirt and pale bottom and thighs.  However, Ken's confused 
sexual nature did not allow him to hold that thought very long.  His mind 
wandered and eventually he envisioned himself entering his friend Jason from 
behind.  Yes…poor nervous Jason, with his hands tied and his bottom spread, 
groaning from the pressure of Ken's penis tearing into his helpless bottom-hole.  
Jason…his backside cruelly marked from a severe punishment and his bottom-
hole presented as a final gesture of submission…yes…that was the thought that 
flowed through Ken's mind.  Jason was his, not Cecilia's, to do with as he 
pleased.

Bernadette was surprised and impressed with the vigor of Ken's orgasm, not 
realizing what was going on in her lover's mind at that moment.  It was clear that 
Ken was enjoying his orgasm, but not for the reasons she thought.  Ken was not 
fantasizing about her; he was fantasizing about a male friend.

Bernadette was tired out after that first orgasm, but she wanted to make good use 
of her hour.  She lied on her back on the bed, put her feet over the edge, and 
spread her legs.  She ordered Ken to take off his condom and wipe himself off.  
Then she directed him to "clean me up".

Ken complied, licking the sticky salty liquid of Bernadette's orgasm off her 
vagina.  He had done the same for Lisa plenty of times, but it was different with 
Bernadette because she did not shave her pubic hair.  Unlike the Tri-Alphas, the 
Four-Betas did not have any shaving requirements for their pledges.  Lisa was the 
only member of the pledge group who completely shaved, so dealing with 
Bernadette's hair was a new and different experience.

Ken spent several minutes trying to figure out what excited Bernadette as he 
explored her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening with his tongue and lips.  He 
discovered there were differences between what excited Lisa and what excited 
Bernadette.  After about fifteen minutes of enjoying Ken's oral stimulation, 
Bernadette's body was ready to climax for a second time.  She groaned with 
delight and grabbed his hair as he continued his assault on her eager clitoris.

Within about 45 minutes Bernadette was sufficiently satisfied to leave the room 
and turn Ken over to her companions.  Without bothering to put her shorts back 
on she cuffed his hands behind his back and ordered him to go into the hallway 
and kneel facing the wall.  Meanwhile, she took advantage of the bathroom 
adjacent to the guestroom to take a shower.  She gladly closed the door, relishing 
the opportunity to get cleaned up in private.

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Bernadette exited the bathroom to see Ken still kneeling and her fellow pledges 
nowhere in sight.  She figured that Lisa must have gone up to the library to study 
and taken the others with her.  Sure enough, Bernadette found her companions 
sitting at a table together, taking notes on an assignment.  Bernadette called 
Cherine to follow her downstairs.  As Ken quietly continued to kneel facing the 
wall, the two young women contemplated what to do with him.

"You want to do anything?"

"I…I'm not sure.  Probably not."

Bernadette rolled her eyes.  "Probably not.  Probably not.  If you don't want to do 
anything, what'd you join the sorority for?"

Cherine took a deep breath.  "I've never done anything like that…you know…just 
some kissing.  I never let anyone go any further.  I mean…I know the guys didn't 
like it, but…I've always wanted the first time to be…you know 
like…special…not just with anyone…"

"…and your special guy is Jacob?"

"…yeah, kinda…"

"…so you're saving yourself for him?"

Cherine nodded her head.  Bernadette again glanced at Ken, then back at her 
companion.  She had brought Cherine to the basement because she felt that it was 
necessary to get her friend to open her mind to the possibilities of sex and the 
enjoyment it could bring to a person's life.  She found Cherine's entire "virginity" 
thing ridiculous, because Bernadette had been sexually active since she was 15.  
To be 18, as good looking as Cherine, and never to have had sex struck her as 
extremely odd.  She perceived Cherine's innocence as more than just odd; she 
saw it as a deficiency in her life that needed to be fixed.

Bernadette realized that arguing with Cherine about her virginity would be 
counter-productive, but she hoped to convince her friend that she could both 
"save herself" and still enjoy much of what sex had to offer.  Ken presented the 
perfect opportunity, because he would not do anything that Cherine had not told 
him to do.  Cherine could completely control her encounter with him and 
hopefully overcome her shyness.  Anyhow, Bernadette was convinced that Ken 
was spent and would be surprised if he were capable of having an erection within 
the next hour.

In the end, Bernadette convinced Cherine that she had to take advantage of Ken's 
situation.  As she put it: "you're nuts if you think you're gonna get through the 
Four-Beta pledging program all sweet and innocent.  They're not gonna allow it!  
And if you want to be with Jacob, he's gonna expect you to complete the pledging 
program.  All of it.  And don't try thinking he's the picture of purity either, 
because he's not.  I mean…he's even fucked Heather, for God's sake!"

"I don't care!  I'm not gonna lose my virginity!  I'm not gonna do that!  I don't 
care what they want, I'm not losing my virginity until I decide…"

"You don't have to 'lose your virginity!'  There's plenty of other stuff you can 
do!"

"Like what?"

Bernadette sighed, but she realized she might be close…

"Can I get you to trust me?"

"I guess…"

"No.  I mean, really trust me?  This is gonna be important.  I wanna have you do 
something, but I promise I won't mess up your virginity."

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's too complicated to explain.  I'm just asking you to trust me."

Cherine took a deep breath.  "Alright, I'll trust you."

"Stand still.  Just try to relax and let things happen.  OK?"

"I…Alright…"

Bernadette abruptly reached into Cherine's pocket and took out her blindfold.  
She wrapped it around her companion's head and loosely tied it in place.  Her 
heart pounding at the thought of being deprived of one of her senses, Cherine took 
a deep breath.  She heard the clicking of a key unlocking Ken's handcuffs, and the 
faint sound of him getting to his feet.  Then she heard Bernadette's voice:

"Take her hand."

Cherine felt Ken's hand gently grasp hers and allowed herself to be guided into 
the guestroom.  She felt a gentle pressing on her right shoulder, presumably to 
help guide her through the doorway.  She stood still for a second, and then felt her 
uniform shirt being un-tucked and loosened around her waist.  Then she felt the 
shirt being pulled up over her stomach.  One pair of invisible hands took her 
wrists and guided her arms over her head, while the other pair of hands pulled up 
her shirt.  She felt the cool air of the room against her breasts and upper back, 
then the cloth move upwards over her face and arms.  Her heart pounding, 
Cherine was left wearing nothing but her blindfold and her gym shorts.

Cherine expected to have her gym shorts pulled down next, but instead felt a pair 
of hands massaging her shoulders.  She realized that it was Ken who was 
massaging her, because the hands were too large to belong to Bernadette.  Very 
gently the hands moved from her shoulders to her upper back, and then to her 
arms and hands.  The touching converted her fear to sexual arousal, and within a 
few minutes her nipples began to harden.  The hands moved from her arms to her 
stomach and breasts.  When Ken began exploring Cherine's nipples, he barely 
touched them.  Cherine began wanting more.  She wanted to be touched.

The next sensation she felt was her shorts being lowered.  They went down 
slowly, allowing her to appreciate the air caressing her bottom as more and more 
of it came into view.  The shorts worked their way down her thighs and fell to her 
ankles.  Cherine then felt Ken's hands on her shoulders while Bernadette silently 
touched her to signal she needed to lift her feet and step out of her shorts.

Now Cherine's entire body was exposed.  She felt Ken's fingertips explore her 
bared bottom and move up and down her back.  The invisible hands moved to the 
fronts of her thighs, up her hips, up her stomach, and gently brushed past her 
breasts.  At that moment Bernadette quietly slipped out of the room and went into 
the hallway.  She had no further interest in watching Cherine's sexual encounter 
with Ken; she simply wanted to make sure that it happened and that her friend 
could start getting rid of her inhibitions.

As soon as her body reacted to his latest explorations, Ken guided Cherine onto 
her stomach on the bed.  He spent a long time massaging her; first to relax her and 
then to stimulate her.  He started on her shoulders and neck, but then moved to her 
bottom and upper thighs.  He concentrated on touching the sensitive area around 
her bottom-hole, waiting for her to spread her legs and expose herself even more.  
Finally Ken's attentions were rewarded as Cherine opened her legs to allow him 
to touch her in between her thighs.

Cherine's physical desires filled her thoughts when Ken gently took her shoulders 
and signaled that he wanted her to roll on her back.  She complied.  Later she 
would look back in amazement that the she had flipped over with no hesitation 
whatsoever, but at that moment her physical desires completely controlled her.  
Ken massaged her thighs and slowly worked his way to her vagina.  Cherine was 
very wet.  She was ready.

Ken touched Cherine's clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and then worked his way 
downward to her vagina and labia.  She gasped and spread her legs as he explored 
and tantalized her vulva.  Finally he returned to her clitoris and tickled it with the 
tip of his tongue.  She climaxed immediately, filling the room with high-pitched 
moans.

As soon as Bernadette heard Cherine's moans die down, she opened the door and 
silently signaled to Ken that she wanted him to exit the room.  She told him to go 
to the pledge shower and clean himself up.  Once Ken was out of the room, 
Bernadette turned off the light and shut the door to let her friend recover in 
private.

Cherine was left in the room alone, exhausted, spent, and completely disoriented.  
She pulled off her blindfold, only to stare up at the dark ceiling.  Her physical 
exhaustion, her inability at that moment to feel any stress, and the silence of her 
surroundings made her wonder if what had just happened to her was even real.  
Not being able to see what was going on had given her orgasm dream-like 
sensation that was heightened by the fact that she now was alone in a quiet dark 
room.

She had no desire, and no need to get up.  She pulled the covers over herself and 
allowed the sweet exhaustion to sweep over her body.  For several minutes she 
enjoyed the feeling of tired bliss, before slowly drifting off into a very deep sleep.