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  Allison hesitated, then nervously knelt before the woman, bracing herself.

  "Are you ready, pledge?"

  "Yes, sister."

  The woman swung the paddle again, even harder. It cracked into Allison's bottom with a thick, meaty sound. She cried out but held her place.

  "Th... th... thank you, sister," she gasped.

  "Return to your place," the woman ordered.

  Allison crawled back to us and knelt, though she winced when she sat back on her heels.

  I winced as well, uneasy about the paddle, thinking the sisters could have found something more original and less like what those idiot frat boys used.

  "Claudia Conroy. Stand and remove your shift."

  I did, though again I was both embarrassed and turned on.

  "Crawl forward."

  I crawled to her, terribly aware of my nudity, of how the other woman could look right into my sex, despite the relative dark, just as I'd seen into Allison's, and how my breasts, not huge, but pretty good sized, hung below me and swung with my movements.

  I halted before her, then sat on my heels as she placed the symbol of the sorority, attached to a leather cord, in between my teeth. I then crawled all around the circle, immensely embarrassed and yet terribly aroused, again, all too aware of how the others could see every inch of my body.

  Then I was kneeling with my bottom to the woman in charge, waiting for the blow. I screamed when it smacked against my flesh, and barely held my position.

  "Thank you, sister," I gasped.

  And so it went for all of us, until the five naked pledges were once more kneeling in the centre of the room.

  "Now a test of your fortitude," the woman in charge said.

  The sisters against one wall stood aside, revealing five chairs. Sticking up out of the centre of each chair was a tall, thick metal cylinder, like a toy rocket ship. Each of the cylinders glistened wetly in the flickering candle light.

  "Crawl forward and take your seats, ladies," the woman said.

  "Take your seats," the other sisters chanted.

  We five stared at the chairs in shock, none wanting to move first.

  I could feel the shock rippling through my body at the thought of sitting on one of the chairs with all those women watching, of impaling myself on the thick bar, letting it push up into my body with so many eyes on me. I was simultaneously appalled and aroused.

  But why was I aroused? Because they had selected well, I guess. Because their questions had been designed to find girls who, like me, wanted to break out o the boring existence and experience life, especially sexuality in all its lush and hedonistic colour. Girls who had deep, dark fantasies, but not the courage to bring them to life. Girls who would not be offended by such a demand, but instead gripped by the heady excitement of experiencing the strange, dark, so long forbidden aspects of their sexuality.

  "None of your are virgins, so do as you are told," the woman ordered.

  A young brunette named Amy began crawling forward, followed by Allison, then me. We crawled up to the chairs and then rose and squatted over them. I heard groans from either side of me as I fit my pussy against the metal tube sticking up from the seat.

  It was quite thick, and easily ten inches long, with a rounded nose. It had been well lubricated and was warm to the touch. I tried to ignore the fact that several dozen women were watching me as I eased down and felt it push against my moistening sex.

  I winced a little as it pushed against my pussy and forced my pussy lips apart. Everyone was watching, and I was incredibly embarrassed, yet at the same time I was electrified by the sensuality and lewdness of it, by what such rituals might mean for life in the sorority, and how kinky and exciting it was to do such wicked things while so many watched.

  Still, despite the audience, I slowly sank down onto it, dropping an inch, then rising, then lowering myself, inch by inch taking more of the metal dildo thing up inside me. My pussy strained to envelope the thick metal tube, and I grunted with the effort as it moved deeper inside me.

  Lower and lower I sank, until finally I felt my pussy lips touch the wooden chair. I sat down then, my buttocks flattening on the wood as I let my entire weight come down on them. Then I was sitting still, sitting normally on the chair, just as though I didn't have a thick ten inch dildo up my pussy.

  "You have little time left," the woman said.

  I turned and saw two of the girls still trying to get it all inside their pussies. One was a tall, thin black woman. The second last pledge sank fully down with a groan of pain, and after a few seconds, one of the sisters moved behind the final pledge and put her hands on the girl's shoulders.

  "No! W... wait! Wait!" the girl gasped as the woman pushed down. Then the girl screamed as she was forced fully down on the dildo, impaled on the giant metal cock. She breathed in shallow pants, wincing and groaning a little as she tried to adjust. Her hands were at her belly and pussy, holding herself.

  "Strap them in," the woman ordered.

  A woman knelt beside me and I noticed straps then dangling over the sides of the chair. The woman pulled my left leg wide, at the same time as another robed woman pulled my right far open. They pulled straps from their gowns and tightly bound my left leg to Allison's right, and my right leg to left of the girl on my right, who was named Emma.

  They pulled a strap from under the chair I sat on and slid it around my belly and brought it back behind me, tightly binding it in place like a seat belt. Then another strap was pulled across my chest just under my arm pits and bound behind me to the other side of the chair back. I couldn't move myself off the chair now, or that big steel dildo. Next, the woman pulled my wrists behind me, through bars in the chair's back, and strapped them together. All the other girls were tied in the same way.

  The five of us looked out at the sisters, who gathered before us, and waited fearfully and with no small excitement for whatever was planned. All of us felt embarrassed to various degrees, fearful, worried - and hot.

  Suddenly I felt something between my legs. I looked down in shock, seeing nothing. But something... the metal tube inside me was doing something, moving, I thought. I waited anxiously, trying to feel what was happening. The metal wasn't moving, it was vibrating, buzzing... And then I realized that a low voltage electrical current was being passed through the metal tube.

  It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it was rather pleasant, setting my clitty tingling and my belly buzzing and shaking a little. Nobody said anything. The sisters waited. We waited. The buzzing continued, and my body, already very aroused, began to burn higher and higher.

  My breathing was becoming strained, harsh, ragged. I fought the feeling, the idea of climaxing in front of all these women was appallingly embarrassing. Yet they kept watching, and the tube kept purring inside my pussy, way up in my belly.

  I looked to either side and saw Allison, on my right, and Emma, on my left, both looking tense and sweaty and strained. Allison had clenched her jaw against the sensations while Emma looked like she was chanting a silent mantra to distract herself.

  Suddenly, Allison jerked violently, pulling at my leg, arching her back and throwing her head back. Her mouth opened wide and she gurgled, almost silent as her lower body trembled in the throes of an orgasm. The sight was so intensely erotic that it set me off. I gasped and then moaned. I ground my bottom down onto the seat as my head thrashed from side to side.

  Emma screamed then, the sound one of exultation and ecstasy, then collapsed forward. She would have fallen I think had she not been strapped in and held by the dildo. The chairs, as I had already found, were bolted to the floor, and easily bore our slight weight.

  "And now we begin," the sisters said in unison.

  Chapter Two

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

  "Allison, what is the first responsibility of a pledge?" a sister 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 an 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 too sagged in place.

  "Claudia?"

  "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 I felt a sudden terrible shock within my lower belly. Almost instantly it tore all through my body so that I screamed helplessly and instinctively, thrashing in my restraints. I'd never felt pain like that before in my life, it was like my insides were on fire.

  I twisted 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 sex. Yet as quickly as it arrived the pain fled, leaving me gasping and dazed.

  "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 centre of all that is."

  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 pussy around the hard metal tube, rubbing and twisting myself 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.

  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 as she shook violently. I was more interested though, in the pleasure lancing up through my pussy, 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. I was totally bewildered by what was happening, and focused more and more on the sensations of my own body. 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 terrible clawing and my body trembled in violent convulsions. 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 pussy 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. I watched them watching me, and their eyes only made the heat inside me grow.

  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. Emma and I 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 both me and Emma, 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 discipline.

  "Strength through discipline! the sisters chanted.

  "Here is a man for you, Claudia. You may call him master. Master has a hard-on for you. You will suck his hard-on for him, Claudia. 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 felt - very strange. I was embarrassed, of course, very embarrassed. I was still hideously aware of my nudity, and the sexuality surrounding it. I was terribly aware of all those eyes on me. I was being punished, and this made me anxious, fearing I would be denied entry to the sorority, and yet at the same time I felt a strange dark hunger within me. To perform sexual acts in front of so many people was such a wicked and wanton act! And yet I had been ordered to, which, in a strange way made such behaviour acceptable. So instead of guilt and shame I felt a strange sense of wild freedom.

  I took the fake cock head 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, as they watched. I was p
utting on a show, oddly glorying in my own degradation, in my own demeaning actions.

  "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. Being called a slut was an insult and yet - it was so far from reality that I could not take it seriously as an insult. In fact, it made me feel hot. Me a slut? Me!?

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

  I didn't and yet, to ask would be so - slutty. And so I did, basking in their attention, even as I knelt nakedly before them.

  "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 pussy, 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, Claudia," 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 throbbing pussy over the big thick rubber dildo, then I eased myself down. They were all behind me, watching me as I bent slightly forward. They could all see the dildo, could all see as it pushed up into my slit, forcing its way into me. I felt a quivering in my body at that knowledge, and a shock, a sense of wonder at what I was doing.

  I closed my eyes as my sex engulfed the dildo, then I groaned as my body slid down its length and I felt it pushing way up inside my belly. I felt a strange sense of dark pride, glorying in the sluttishness of what I was doing before their very eyes.