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//From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
//Subject: Dark Dreamer: Sorority Sex Slave [2] 

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                         Part Two

    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.