Sororities: Delta Phi Initiation

Not all sororities are sweetness and light. Some are dark and mysterious, filled with females caught between the spitefulness of youth and the sexual freedom of adulthood. One such, is Delta Phi.

The door opened on its own and I stepped in. It was dark inside. I blinked, trying to get my eyes adjusted from the light outside. The door closed behind me all on its own, then a spotlight was trained on me from ahead.

"Welcome, Pledge, to Delta Phi sorority," A woman's voice said, all deep and mysterious.

"Remove your clothing, signifying your break with the past, and step forward," another voice said.

Oh God, I thought, blinking my eyes. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor, then took off my shoes and socks, pulled down my jeans, and stood there in my bra and panties. I sighed a little, reddening as I undid my bra and took off my panties. I stood there naked, straight like I had at the last interview.

"Step forward and pledge your obedience, your respect, your friendship and loyalty."

I walked forward into the dark, but the light moved with me lighting up the floor at my feet. I stopped before a collar. It was black leather and covered with metal studs.

"Don the collar of servitude, pledge, and become a non-human, without rights, without dignity, without thought of self, bound to the service of the sisters of Delta Phi."

I was kind of embarrassed, but also turned on. This was really kinky. I bent and picked it up.

"Place it around your throat and lock it in place, you who would belong to us."

I saw that the collar had an actual lock that locked with a key. Once it was on I wouldn't be able to get it off. I put it around my throat and stuck the ends together. The sound of the lock clicking was loud in the dark room.

"Step forward, Pledge."

I shuffled forward, stopping again before a garment lying on the floor.

"Don the pledge's shift, a badge of your lowly existence."

I picked it up and looked at it. It was white and made of soft, silk. It looked like nothing but a nightshirt at first, but it had a kind of elasticised waist. I pulled it over my head and pulled it down. It was very tight across my chest and I realized that my nipples were erect as they pushed against it. The thing also clung to my waist, with a tiny skirt dropping below the waist that barely descended below my crotch.

"Stand straight!" A voice ordered. "From now on you will maintain perfect posture at all times or be punished."

"You are only a filthy little pledge, the lowest form of life on earth," another voice said. "But you are our pledge. You may take pride in that."

The hallway lit up in front of me but I still didn't see anyone. I walked forward and found an open door leading to the basement stairs. I went down, again in darkness. At the bottom I found myself in a large room, candles flickering everywhere.

With all the candles it was bright enough to see by at least. Two or three dozen women stood around the walls, all wearing red hooded robes, the hoods shadowing their faces. In the center of the room were four girls dressed like me, all were on their knees, side by side.

"Take your place, Pledge," They all said in unison, except for the other pledges of course.

I knelt in line and waited.

"You here are bound to us, body and soul," one of the hooded sisters said. "From henceforth you have no will, but our will, no wish but to serve us, no desire but to please us."

"Allison Sims."

"Yes?" One of the pledges answered.

"Rise and remove your shift."

The girl rose, looking nervous. Like me she was a blonde, but her hair was curly, where mine was straight, and a little longer than shoulder length, parted in the middle. She removed her shift and stood there naked. She was a slender girl, but with good breasts, I thought. She was very pretty, with bright blue eyes.

"Allison, you will crawl forward and take this in your teeth," the woman said, holding out what looked like a medal of some sort. Allison looked around, a little frightened, then dropped to her knees and self consciously crawled across the rug towards the woman. The woman bent and placed the medal between Allison's teeth.

Now you will circle the room, holding the emblem of servitude before you and displaying it to all the assembled sisters."

Allison turned to her left and began crawling along the line of watching, robed women. She made the full circle, returning to the first woman, who took the thing from her mouth and placed it over her head and on her throat, so it dangled below her.

"Turn towards the center of the room and stop. She did so and I saw the woman take what looked like one of those cricket paddles the fraternities liked to use on their pledges.

"Are you prepared to obey?" The woman asked.

"Yes."

"From here on you are a pledge. You will answer, Yes, sister or no sister when questioned. You will append, sister, to every question you ask or answer. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sister," Allison said.

The woman held up the paddle and swung it down. It made a loud crack of noise when it hit Allison's behind. She cried out and fell on her face, reaching back to grab her behind.

"You must accept punishment without movement and then thank the sister for correcting you," the woman said.

"Assume the position once again." Allison hesitated, then nervously knelt before the woman, bracing herself.

"Are you ready, pledge?"

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

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

"Return to your place," the woman ordered.

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

"Amber Conroy. Stand and remove your shift." I did, though again I was both embarrassed and turned on.

"Crawl forward."

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

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

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

"Thank you, sister," I gasped.

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

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

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

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

"Take your seats," the other sisters chanted.

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

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

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

It was quite thick, and easily ten inches long, with a rounded nose. It had been well greased and was warm to the touch. I tried to ignore the fact that several dozen women were watching me as I eased down on the thing.

I winced a little as it pushed against my cunt and forced my pussy lips apart. Everyone was watching, and i was mortified, yet at the same time I was really tremendously excited and aroused. I was kind of eager to get that thing inside me and if I were alone, wouldn't have hesitated.

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

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

"You have little time left," the woman said. I turned and saw two of the girls still trying to get it all inside their pussies. One was a thin young woman who couldn't have been over five feet tall. Little wonder she was having difficulties, with the tight little pussy she must have.

The second last pledge sank fully down with a groan of pain, and after a few seconds, one of the sisters moved behind the final pledge and put her hands on the girl's shoulders.

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

"Strap them in," the woman said.

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

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

The five of us looked out at the sisters, who gathered before us, and waited fearfully for whatever was planned. All of us felt embarrassed to various degrees, fearful, worried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, to obey the sisters?"

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

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

"Amber?"

"Yes, sister?" I asked, frightened.

"What are you?"

"A, a pledge, sister."

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

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

"Not quite."

"Jennifer, what are you?"

"A worthless pledge, Sister?" she whimpered.

"Correct. What is your goal in life?"

"To make my sisters happy, Sister."

"Correct," the voice said, approvingly.

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

"Incorrect," the voice said smugly.

"Samantha, what am I?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Slut," the head sister sneered.

"Slut!" the sisters chanted.

"Whore," the head sister said.

"Whore!" the girls echoed.

"Cock girl."

"Cock girl!" the echoed.

"Boy toy."

"Boy toy!" the sisters accused me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Strength through punishment! the sisters chanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Beg him."

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

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

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

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

Before I was even aware of it one of the sisters had gripped my hands and handcuffed them together around the other side of the mannequin, locking me in place. I didn't care. I had my cunt stuffed full of something, even if it was rubber, and I was feeling raw and carnal and bestial.

My belly was burning with lust and it was all I could do to hold back my feelings as I ground my pelvis into the plastic man.

"Fuck him," the head sister ordered.

"Fuck him," the sisters chanted. I did, grinding faster, rubbing my ass from side to side and screwing it in slow circles.

"Ride his cock, slut," the head sister snarled. I felt a hot blast of pain against my ass cheeks and cried out, turning to look behind me.

She was holding a, well, some kind of stick, long and thin, like a switch. Another sister had a similar instrument and both were looking at me with lust and anger.

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

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

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

"Faster! Faster! Fuck that cock," the head sister yelled. There was a crack of meaty noise and I cried out in pain again as she brought the switch down against my ass cheeks once more. Then there was another crack of noise as the other girl slashed her switch across my back.

"You call that fucking?" the head sister jeered. "Kiss him! Kiss him!" Her switch cut across my buttocks and I screamed as I bounced up and down, riding the dildo furiously, my ass slapping against the plastic legs with hard, bruising blows as I tore my pussy up and down the entire length of the rubber prong.

"Kiss him!" she screamed again, lashing my back.

"Let's hear you moan!" the other girl said, smashing her switch down on my back and buttocks.

I mashed my lips against the mannequin's plastic lips, rubbing them all over as I rode up and down on the dildo. I cried out each time the lashes cut into me and started grunting as dramatically as I could, my eyes rolling as I tried to pretend I was in the midst of an orgasm.

I was humping up and down on the dildo with furious, desperate energy now, my cunt tunnel sliding painfully fast on the rubber prick inside it. And the thing is, as they eased off on the whipping, I really did get excited again, and worked my cunt down with enthusiastic desire, my clitty grinding and scraping along its length as I impaled myself again and again on that rubber prick.

I leaned forward, mashing my tits against the plastic man, tilting my ass upwards as I humped repeatedly and ground my crotch forward. A hard blast of heat stuck me to the core of my being as someone slashed their switch against my buttocks.

I cried out in pain, thrown forward hard, my breasts flattening and squashing against the plastic man's chest. My mind was boiling with lust that was white hot in its intensity. I rode up and down that fat dildo with my mouth open, gurgling and grunting and panting maniacally, giving a cry of either pain or pleasure whenever the switch lashed my buttocks or my back.

The whole scene was so charged with sexual electricity and eroticism for me. I couldn't control myself. I closed my eyes, shuddering as the two of them whipped me together, their switches criss-crossing my body as I bounced in the plastic man's lap.

I felt the cum floating up around me and moving in, towering above and falling, enveloping me in its soft grip. Then it exploded, tearing open the universe and throwing me into the gaping maw of a bright, black sucking tornado of violent sexual energy.

I felt like my thick golden hair was rising up around me from the crackling electrical energy that surrounded me. My back arched violently. My legs kicked out and I sat fully on the plastic man's lap.

My arms gripped him tightly against myself as I rocked back and forth, gurgling in ecstatic bliss, fireflies dancing before my eyes as the orgasm expanded, rose to form a nova around me. I lost all my awareness of what was happening around me as I let it rip through my shuddering body, overloading my nervous system and tearing my consciousness from my quaking body.

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