//Archive name assigned by File.Request@BackDrop.com: soro-slv.005
//From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
//Subject: Dark Dreamer: Sorority Sex Slave [5]
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Part Five
She pumped her fingers faster inside my buttery snatch, and I
began to grunt in time to the inward thrusts, bucking my ass
helplessly back against her fingers. She stopped suddenly, leaving
me light headed and my body crackling with sexual desire and need.
Then I yelped as her hand slapped down on my upturned ass
cheeks. She began slapping them repeatedly, the sound of her
leather clad hands striking my wiggling buttocks loud in the small
room. At fist the pain threatened to obscure the sexual pleasure my
body was enveloped in, but then as he slapping hand heated up my
ass flesh, it added to that pleasure.
I was panting and whimpering as her hand came down on my ass
again and again, making my ass hot and tender. Every fourth or
fifth blow she would halt momentarily and thrust two fingers into
my snatch, really hard, just jamming them into me to the hilt. When
she did that I would cry out and strain upwards, my body quivering.
Suddenly she stopped. I lay tense, panting, quivering, waiting
for the next blow to fall, for the fresh burst of pain to cut into
my aching buttocks. My senses were reeling from the force of the
dizzying sexual excitement gripping me.
Then her hand slapped down hard, not on my buttocks, but on my
soft little cunt mound. I gave a startled cry of shock as the
biting pain ripped into my super sensitive little cunt pad, so
soft, so tender and puffy, so exposed as I bent over her, my legs
wide.
My eyes were still bulging wide and my body trembling in
response to the blow when her hand slapped down on my cunt mound a
second time. Again I cried out, the sharp, stabbing heat roaring
through my crazed brain, ripping through my consciousness along
with a wave of dizziness and nausea.
Again her hand slapped down on my cunt, even harder, and I came,
shaking and writhing on her lap as she held me tightly by the hair,
her hand now cracking down in fast, hard little slaps, each impact
throwing me higher and higher into a burning, terrible orgasmic
firestorm of dark, savage pleasure.
If you've never had your cunt slapped like that you can't
imagine how awesome the blast is to your nervous system, especially
one already overloaded to the point of burnout. I shook and
thrashed like a crazed maniac as her leather clad hand lashed my
soft little fuck pad.
I was crawling and shaking and writhing madly, and almost
succeeded in rolling or jerking off her lap, for when some
semblance of conscious thought returned I found myself half over
her knees, her left hand encircling my waist as she slapped my cunt
pad with her right.
She stopped and pulled my wrists together behind my back,
snapping the wrist cuffs together. She undid one of the straps on
her dildo thing and the leather peeled back, exposing her sweating,
dripping cunt mound. She shoved me off her knees and drew my head
in between her thighs as she spread her legs.
I lapped at her cunt without awaiting orders, my tongue sliding
up into her with eager desire. I flicked it over her clitty as she
moaned and wriggled her ass on the chair. She raised her legs
around my head and brought her hard spikes down on my back as I
knelt there sucking her.
Her head jerked fitfully, her eyes closed as she grunted in
pleasure. She came after less than a minute, her cunt sucking on my
tongue as I drove it up inside her and sucked out her boiling fuck
honey.
She pushed me off and slumped back, panting for breath. She rose
finally, dragging me around to the foot of her bed. She stuck my
arms back through an opening between the mattress and a round
wooden brace that ran between both bed posts. She bent my arms up
around the pole and then, ignoring my gasps of pain, fastened the
wristcuffs to a ring in the back of my collar.
My wrists were thus pulled up very high behind my back, and I
was helplessly bound to the bed, unable to move at all. My round
breasts stuck out and up as my upper body was bowed backwards. I
was on my knees, my legs spread wide as I sought to ease the very
uncomfortable, even painful position I was in.
Carol squatted in front of me. I couldn't see her very well
because I had to keep my head back. I could feel her gloved hands
though as they caressed my swollen mammaries. One slid down between
my legs and started rapidly stroking my pussy slit, digging deep
into the pulpy meat.
After the hard spanking, my cunt welcomed the comparative
softness of her intimate caress and I whimpered in pleasure,
despite the fact that my arms felt ready to snap and the collar was
pulling very tightly on my throat.
She bent and began to suck on my right nipple, her mouth
delightfully hot and wet as it took the nipple inside. She suckled
heavily, her tongue whipping back and forth over the raw little bud
inside her mouth. She fingered and pinched the other nipple with
one hand as she rubbed my pussy with the other.
Soon I was groaning and whimpering and trembling against the
bed, trying to awkwardly pump my snatch against her hand.
She drew back and I closed my eyes, shivering all over. Then I
heard the sound of the switch cutting the air. I didn't even have
time to brace myself as the thin wood cut down onto the center of
my right breast. I was so stunned by the magnitude of the fierce,
stabbing pain that I could only gurgle in shock.
My titty burned like it was afire as the switch whizzed through
the air again and lashed down on my left tit. This time I screamed
in pain, trembling violently against the restraints. I could do
nothing, my breasts stuck up hard and round and perfectly presented
for her switch as she brought it down again, on my right breast.
I cried out again and she stopped, going to the closet. She came
bag with a leather ball which she easily jammed into my gaping
mouth. The ball had strong straps which went around my head and
buckled together behind me.
She picked up the switch and lashed it down on my left tit
again, then my right, then my left, then my right, each blow
falling almost exactly five seconds apart, each impact making my
quiver with terrible heated pain and awesome sensory violence.
As she kept lashing my poor breasts though, the pain began to
fade, turning into a throbbing, numbed heat. Each new blow was
absorbed by the pulsing heat and brought little new pain. Instead
my trembling body began to feel a new and different heat, a massive
all encompassing sexual yearning and lust.
I was numbed by it all, jerking spastically as I felt each new
blow, my eyes watery and glazed, nearly unseeing. Carol stopped
briefly, moving away, then she was back. I heard the hissing sound
of the switch cutting through the air again, the sound slightly
different, the tone lower, then I howled into the gag as a
blastwave of pain ripped into me.
My eyes cleared long enough to see that Carol held, not the
light switch, but the hard round cain in her hand. She whipped it
down again and I saw it strike the center of my left breast,
mashing through the soft meat all the way to my ribs, cutting the
rounded melon in two halves.
The cain came back up and I saw my jiggling tit meat resume its
round form, though with a dark angry red line through the middle.
A split second later the wave of agony ripped into me and I shook
violently, my head thrashing from side to side.
The cain came down again, and again, and again, batting and
battering my soft, malleable tit melons into two burning infernos
of aching agonized nerve endings. Tears poured down my cheeks as I
endured the horrible burning heat.
Then she halted, bending over me again. Her hands stroked my
round, wounded breasts, gliding over the tender red skin. She bent
and suckled very lightly on my right nipple. The feeling was
bizarrely pleasurable. I'd had my nipples suckled before, but
never, ever had I felt anything like that. My nipple were sizzling
with intense pleasure as she sucked.
It was something like, I don't know, if she were really sucking
milk out of it or something, only, with a deep, burning heat
attached to the milk, like she was sucking, not milk, but the very
fibre of my being, my sexual soul, not sucking it out of me, but
sucking it to the surface, drawing it out from some deep hidden
wellspring.
She pulled her lips off it and began sucking on my left nipple.
Her fingers rubbed back and forth over the other nipple, and the
feeling was so intensely pleasurable, I could hardly stand it. It
was like the whipping had turned my nipples into two little
clitorises, both ultra sensitive.
The burning heat in my breasts felt like the heating my crotch
when I was nearing the peak of arousal. It was incredible and
irresistible, and my body began to quiver and jerk in response,
roaring upwards into an orgasm, not a cunt orgasm, but a tit
orgasm, an orgasm that tore into my tits and chest the same way
normal ones did into my crotch.
And yet my cunt was joining in, as the pleasure mounted and my
body began to vibrate like a tuning fork, my cunt oozed fuck milk
and began to sparkle with heat, as though drawn upwards by fat
boiling tit sacks. My nipples were burning embers of pleasure as
they shot me upwards into a clamouring, but wrenching orgasm.
I couldn't think, couldn't breath. It was like I was in a
different universe, all alone, just my tiny mind amid towering,
roaring liquid waves of intense sexual ecstasy. It was prolonged
and terrible, and wonderful. I emerged, after I don't know how
long, gasping desperately for air, my chest heaving.
My eyes fluttered as I emerged into the normal universe again.
Carol was kneeling between my spread legs. She'd reattached her
dildo and was pumping it up into my cunt with hard little thrusting
motions. Her tongue was racing across my breasts as her hands
massaged them.
I stared at her, gasping and panting, feeling her fingers and
lips and tongue on my boiling tit sacks, and the hard thick dildo
punching up into my womb, then came again, my body exploding with
orgasmic fire, the heat pouring out of me as I quivered and shook
like an epileptic.
Carol's hands gripped my buttocks tightly as she fucked up
harder and harder, the thick girth of the dildo ensuring it would
grind heavily across my clitty as she sucked my tits and jerked my
lower body against her hips.
She stood up and ripped off her strap on dildo thing, then
squatted over my face, lowering her snatch onto my mouth. But I
was just too out of it to even realize what was there let alone do
anything. That didn't seem to matter. She was so excited she
lowered her snatch pad onto my face and began rubbing herself back
and forth.
Her cunt mound rasped heavily across my jaw and lips and nose
as she ground herself back and forth with desperate, convulsive
movements. Within seconds juice was coating my entire face as she
came with a moaning cry of wonder, clutching my hair tightly and
mashing her cunt and ass down on my head, nearly snapping my neck
as she let all her weight down on my face and bent my head back
across the post.
She undid my wrists, or rather, unsnapped them from my collar,
then from each other. The wristlets remained locked to my wrists.
She removed the tight leather bra thing from my aching melons,
allowing them to resume their normal shape. She pulled me into her
bed and then lay beside mer, her soft, warm body pressed against
mine as we drifted off into sleep.
I woke in the morning to find my wrists locked together in
front of me. The leather restraints around my ankle were also
linked together. I was alone in her bed. I turned onto my back and
looked around, then down at my round titties.
They were still quite red and as very tender. I winced at the
sight. I touched them gingerly and they felt sort of... scorched,
burned almost. The nipples were ultra, ultra sensitive, and very
hot.
I sat up in bed, drawing my knees up to explore the restraints
on my ankles. A ring held them together, and I thought I could undo
it, but couldn't. It required the use of both hands and though mine
were available, they were locked together at the wrists in such a
way that I couldn't get the fingers of both hands against the small
joined rings at the same time.
I thought about trying to hop across the room to the door, but
didn't want to appear like this out in the hallway, and besides,
the thought of my aching titties bouncing violently up and down was
not an appealing one. I sat back and waited for Carol.
She arrived within a few minutes, carrying a breakfast tray that
smelled delicious.
"Awake little slave?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I said. She smiled and knelt beside me on the
bed, setting the tray on the night table.
"Hungry?"
"Yes, Mistress, very much," I sighed.
"Maybe I should feed you then, she teased. "Give me your hands,
sweetling." I held out my hands and she raised them above my head,
pulling them back behind me. She snapped the cuffs to the headpost
and then picked up a bun and pulled it apart. It steamed hotly. She
buttered it and tore off a piece, holding it in her hand.
She held it out to me and I licked it out of her hand, munching
hungrily. She ripped off another piece and I ate that as well, and
the next.
She held a cup of orange juice to my lips and I took several
swallows, then she lifted a cover and took out a hot piece of
bacon, holding it under my nose before slipping it under my lips.
I opened my mouth and she put it inside. I munched down on it.
"How do your boobies feel, slave girl?" she asked.
"Sore, Mistress," I said.
"What about these pretty little nipples?" she rolled my nipples
between her fingers and I felt a surge of erotic lust.
"Hot... burning hot, Mistress," I groaned.
"We can't have that, little slave," she said.
She picked up the butter pan and rubbed it slowly back and forth
across my left nipple. It felt wonderfully cool on my overheated
nips, until she bent and began licking it off, then it steamed. Her
tongue slurped across my nipple again and again, until I was
panting with throbbing heat.
She buttered up my right nipple and began to lick that as well.
Her hand slid down between my legs and she began fingering my
clitty as I groaned and wiggled my ass, spreading my thighs apart
to open myself to her. I ground my cunt down on her fingers as my
body pulsed with sexual desire, then blasted into an all
encompassing orgasmic explosion.
When I was back among the living, Carol stopped and freed my
wrists from the headpost, unsnapped the two ankle restraints from
each other, then pulled me to my feet and led me to the door. I
hesitated, pulling back, not wanting the others to see me like I
was.
Carol was firm though, opening the door and leading me through
and out into the hall. The place was busy as the other sisters
hurried back and forth from their rooms to the bathroom, most of
them naked or in their underwear. Nobody remarked at my nudity of
course, nor on the leather encircling my throat, wrists, and
ankles, nor even on the loose tail flowing out of my asshole.
Carol led me into the bathroom, then pushed me under one of the
showers. The water poured down over me, soaking me. I stepped back
and Carol washed me. I stood passively as she soaped up my hair and
face and back and breasts. She was very tender as she rubbed my
breasts. Then she soaped up my ass and cunt, then down my thighs
and legs to my feet.
She gave me a little push and I went in under the water again,
raising my hands above my head as I slowly turned in circles,
letting the water wash the soap off me. Carol was waiting with a
big fluffy towel. She dried me off, then sat me in front of one of
the vanity counters and began to brush and blow dry my hair.
This was not the kind of master slave relationship some of the
other girls had. Dog, for instance, was the one who washed Ginny,
then did her hair and makeup and dressed her, acting like a
servant. Carol didn't need a servant, treating me more like her
prized pet.
She led me back to my room and over to my closet. She opened it
and picked out what she wanted me to wear, right down to the
panties. I was to keep the tail on all day, she instructed, then
pulled on my panties, drew on my loose pants and unlinked my wrist
cuffs long enough to pull a loose sweater over me.
I didn't wear a bra since my titties were still too sore from
last night's beating. She led me downstairs and then we walked out
to classes, separating for a while.
I was acutely aware of the leather cuffs on my wrists and
ankles, and of course, the tail which was bunched around my ass by
my panties and pants. Fortunately the sweater had long puffy
sleeves that hid the wrist cuffs, and my cowboy boots hid the ankle
cuffs.
I just hoped I wasn't in an accident. Lord knows what the
doctors and nurses would make of me.
I made it through the day, and then went back to the sorority
house. I stripped and got into my pledge shift. One of the girls
made me remove the tail, saying it didn't look right with the
shift, then I started doing my chores and homework.
I was in the basement doing Carol's laundry when I heard a
strange noise from a nearby room. I opened the door and peeked
inside. Allison was there, naked, hanging from her wrists. Her body
was covered in whip marks from head to toe and her hair had all
been cut off, her head shaved bald.
My eyes widened as I saw her. I stepped into the room and over
beside her.
"Allison?" I said, reaching out and gingerly brushing her cheek.
Her eyes opened a little and she stared at me without recognition
for a few seconds.
"A... amber?" she whispered.
"You poor thing!" I exclaimed. "I'll get you down."
"Nooo," she gasped. "No, don't."
"But... "
"It... it feels so good, Amber," she croaked.
"But your hair, your beautiful hair!" I groaned.
"I don't care," she gasped. "Amber, get the... the whip."
"What?"
"The whip," she gasped. "There on the table. Whip me." I looked
at the table and saw a thing I recognized from a museum as a Cat O'
nine tails. I stared at it in shock, then back at Allison."
"Whip meeee," she moaned.
"I couldn't!"
"Pleeeeasse," she whimpered. "Pleeeassee!"
"Come to join our party, little slut?" I gasped and whirled
around to find Ginny striding through the door, Dog crawling along
behind her, as naked and bald as Allison.
"No!" I gasped. "I mean, no, Sister."
"Pity, I'm sure you'd enjoy it." She turned to Allison and
gripped her breast, squeezing it harshly. Allison moaned and her
feet kicked spasmodically.
"Dirty little slut!" Ginny sneered.
"Yes, Mistress," Allison whimpered.
Ginny lowered the chain until the girl was on her knees on the
floor, then she untied her hands and shoved her back on her back.
"Dog!" she snapped, "Eat!" Dog crawled forward and straddled
Allison so her crotch was above Allison's face and her face was
over the whimpering girl's crotch, then she let herself down. She
began to suck and lick at Allison's cunt as Allison did the same to
hers.
I stared in shock, embarrassment and excitement as the two
gripped each other's asses and sucked and chewed on each other's
cunts.
"Harder! Suck those pussies!" Ginny yelled. She picked up the
Cat and began lashing it down across the two as they growled and
sucked and chewed at each at each other's cunts. They rolled over
and over, Ginny following them and lashing the Cat down on their
back and asses and sides. The girls yelped and groaned and cried
out in pain but chewed voraciously at each other's crotch.
I backed away towards the door, then turned and hurried out. I
heard a scream of ecstasy that sounded like Allison, but didn't
turn back to see. I picked up Carol's laundry and hurried upstairs.
I was carrying the basket when someone grabbed me and pulled me
to a halt. Two women were smiling at me, two sisters I vaguely
remembered seeing around, but who's names escaped me.
"Well, slut, what are you doing?"
"My Mistress's laundry, Sisters," I said, head bowed.
"Isn't that nice. Put it down."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, setting it down.
"Take off that shift," she ordered.
"Yes, Sister," I said, removing it. I was feeling sexual tension
in my loins as I stripped in front of them. I liked being
submissive, being dominated, at least sexually. And they were
beautiful. One had short red hair, combed over to her right side.
The other was a brunette, with luxurious, teased hair.
"Look at how pink those titties are," the brunette said, her
hand cupping my right breast and squeezing it.
"Yes, I suppose Carol beat them properly last night."
"Carol is always too soft on the slaves," the redhead sniffed.
"But she does train them well. Come with us, slave," she
ordered.
"Yes, Sister," I replied, following them upstairs and into a
bedroom. They both began to strip as I stood there uncertainly.
Neither had asked me if I wanted to do anything with them, and I
wasn't even sure I did, even though I was feeling very horny.
The redhead was tall, with a slender body and small breasts. The
brunette was shorter, but also slender, her breasts only a bit
bigger. The redhead motioned me to the bed and I climbed in. She
fastened my wrists together behind my back, then pushed me down on
my back and squatted over my face.
"Suck me, slut," she ordered, lowering her snatch onto my face.
I started sucking and licking as I felt my lower body stroked and
squeezed. The brunette half turned me and slid her leg through
mine, squatting below me as she brought her cunt mound up against
mine.
She shoved her cunt into mine and began a slow grinding motion
that made the two cunt pads rub and stroke each other. The redhead
turned around on my face so she was looking down my body to the
brunette. The two women hugged each other and kissed as they ground
themselves down on my body.
The brunette gripped my left tit in her hand and squeezed it
cruelly as she mashed her pelvis into mine. She gripped my ass hair
with her other hand, using her grip on me for leverage so she could
really mash her cunt onto mine.
The redhead humped back and forth on my face, rubbing her pussy
against me as I tongued her slit. She also rubbed and squeezed my
fat titties as she and the brunette exchanged long, lingering,
passionate kisses.
I felt my cunt quivering and trembling with lust as the brunette
slapped and ground her soft cunt pad down against my own. I'd never
felt someone else's cunt on mine before and found I loved the
sensation.
I was trying to concentrate on the redhead's cunt, stuffing my
tongue up into her slit as she rubbed it back and forth over my
face. I kept whimpering in delight as the brunette humped into my
crotch, her pelvis gyrating in slow sensual movements that made my
blood boil.
The redhead gripped my head in both hands then and began to
bounce wildly up and down, yelping and whining and gasping in
delight as she came. I screwed my tongue up deep into her snatch as
I felt my own body turning inside out with the advent of my own
orgasmic explosion.
The brunette was humping harder and faster against my cunt, her
fingers gouging my tit as she used it to pull herself into me. Her
cunt slapped harshly against my own, painfully hard for both of us,
yet wonderfully also scorchingly exciting.
She came, gurgling in happiness as she rammed her crotch into
mine, our cum juice drooling out between our mashed cunt lips and
coating our crotches with its slippery, scented slickness.