Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Fried, Poached, or Sunny Side Up?

Samantha's eyes popped open in the darkness. Automatically she twisted her head to glance at the digital alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, barely registering the 5:55am readout. She looked around for a moment, trying to figure out what woke her when the egg still buried inside her became active. Sam let out a tiny groan and reached down between her legs, slipping her hands underneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her fingers pressed hard against her mons as the waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

She wasn't prepared for the electrical shock, but managed to stifle her scream in the soft whiteness of her pillows. Her finger smashed against her clit, rubbing it until the cresting wave of her orgasm smashed through her. It was brief, and the vibrations never stopped, even after she came. Slowly she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Her fingers went to her purse and she withdrew her cell phone. She stood and padded over to the door, opening it and stepping in to the hall in order not to disturb her room mate. Her fingers dialed the number she had memorized.

"Hello?" A female voice came.

"Um...hi, this is Samantha. I just wanted to report that I got shocked." She said, realizing how stupid her comment sounded.

"Oh. Okay, I'll make a note of it, Sam. How are you feeling?" The girl asked.

"I'm fine, I guess." Sam replied, pressing her thighs together as the vibrations began to do their work on her sensitized libido.

"Really? You don't sound so fine. Have you orgasmed lately?" The girl inquired.

"Yes, Sister. I came just a few minutes ago."

"What are you wearing right now?"

Samantha looked down at her wardrobe. "Um, tee shirt, pajama shorts, and panties."

"And where are you? In your dorm room?"

"No Sister, I'm out in the hall so I wouldn't wake my room mate." Sam said fearfully, wondering what was about to happen.

"That's even better. You need to go downstairs and out into the courtyard to meet Kristen."

Sam sighed. "Okay, I can handle that."

"Sans shirt."

"What?" Sam blurted out, the thought of not wearing a shirt to the courtyard, even at six in the morning, was too much.

"Kristen told me that you liked humiliation. Take your shirt off, carry it with you, but you better be half naked when you see Kristen." The girl paused for a moment. "Oh and by the way, Kristen said that if you aren't down there within seven minutes of getting shocked, she was going to start thumping and shocking you non stop."

Sam gasped. It had already been several minutes since the first shock. She immediately peeled off her shirt and began running down the hall, her bare feet slapping on the carpet. She slammed into the stairwell door, thudding down the stairs until she faced the outside door. Sometime during the rush, she hung up the phone and with a push, opened the door and stepped out onto the courtyard.

Kristen was waiting for her, standing there impatiently tapping her foot in the soft light of the courtyard lamp. Samantha glanced around, making sure no one was looking as she approached her sorority sister, her nipple puckering in the cool morning air.

"Morning, Sam." Kristen said as Sam moved close. "You look...titillating." Sam's cheeks turned red for a moment as Kristen reached out and ran a thumb over each nipple. "Sleep good?" Kristen asked.

Sam nodded. "Yes, Sister Kristen."

"And how does that egg feel right now?" Kristen asked, her eyes intent.

Sam swallowed. "It's driving me crazy."

"Makes you want to fuck right now doesn't it?" Kristen said, her voice intense.

"Yes, sister."

Kristen put her hands on her hips. "All right, back into the stairwell." She ordered. Samantha followed obediently, glad to be out of the open courtyard where any early riser would catch a glimpse of her bare breasts. Kristen popped open the stairwell door and motioned for Samantha to move ahead of her.

"That's good Samantha. Stop right there." Kristen said as Samantha placed her foot on the third step. Sam looked back at Kristen who was reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, and Sam immediately stopped.

"Now slip those pajama bottoms to your ankles and kneel down on that step." Kristen motioned with her hand on the hard ceramic tiled step as she pulled out a multi-headed thong whip, letting lose a swish of air as she swung it around. Sam's eyes widened and she swallowed hard as her fingers pushed her pajamas downward to her knees. The soft silk slid quickly, baring Sam's wet and quivering sex and the soft curves of her buttocks. She knelt down, resting her arms on the stairs above her, bending over.

Kristen never even hesitated, swing the whip sideways hard. Thongs struck with a loud thwack and Samantha winced, her eyes shutting tight as the sting exploded through her. Kristen swung again and another blow landed across the soft cheeks of Sam's bottom. Biting her lip, Samantha wiggled her hips, trying desperately to quench the growing heat.

The vibrations of the egg seemed to intensify with each new blow from Kristen and in moments Samantha's body quivered from the orgasm that rocked her. Being whipped in a public stairwell with the risk of anyone from multiple floors coming down at any moment, all when a demonic sex toy was buried inside her was too much for her fragile psyche. With a cry of abandon, she fell forward, the burning of her buttocks matching the heat between her legs.

Kristen watched, a cruel smile on her face as the sophomore beauty took a few minutes to regain her composure.

"All right, get up. Get your clothes in order and get back to your room. I know you've got class soon." Kristen said as she shut off the vibrator.

Samantha nodded, hurriedly getting to her feet and pulling her silk pajama bottoms up to cover her exposed bottom. Her tee shirt almost immediately followed, finally covering the smooth white mounds. With a look of appreciation she smiled at Kristen, and then in a fit of insanity, Sam leaned forward and gave Kristen a quick kiss on the cheek.

Kristen's icy demeanor melted and she grabbed Samantha in a hug, holding her tight.

"Oh I love you so much I could eat you!" Kristen whispered.

Sam sighed. "I'm yours to do with as you please, Sister Kristen."

"Oh yes, I know it, pledge, but I can't interfere with your classes. So off you go." Kristen gave Sam a slight swat on her bottom, pushing the sophomore up the stairs. "Go on. And remember, no panties or bra today."

Sam gave Kristen one last smile before hurrying back to her room.

Sam grimaced as she stepped out of the lecture hall where her American Government class was held. The long knee length skirt she wore seemed to tremble slightly as her hips swayed and she hurried along the hall toward the bath room. Biting her lip, she looked distracted, her mind on something else as she pushed her way in, hurrying toward a stall. The sounds of other students around her, taking care of their own needs, filled the room, but she ignore that as she closed the door and hiked up her skirt.

She wasn't wearing panties of course. She would never risk losing her position with the sorority by ignoring Kristen's command. Her long fingers immediately went down to her sex, pinching her own engorged clit. She rubbed it hard, feeling the intense longing crest in climatic surge that relieved the tensions she had felt since mid-period.

It had happened right in the middle of the lecture, with twenty five minutes left. In the middle of a sentence Samantha had felt the sudden impact of the thumper, causing her to jerk in her seat. Her pen sliced off to the side, leaving an ugly streak from one end of the paper to the other. Sam had taken a moment to look around, but couldn't see Kristen anywhere. She bit her lip and bent back down to continue her notes when she felt the egg inside her begin to vibrate.

At first it was at its lowest setting, a dim but annoying buzz that couldn't even be heard. But every few minutes the tremors increased, until the boy sitting next to her began to look around for the sound. Sam concentrated hard, desperately willing herself to finish the class as her sexual needs intruded more and more. Her left hand frequently went to her lap where it seemed to involuntarily attempt to suppress the vibrations, pushing down on the mons. At the end of class, she had jumped up, leaving a still bewildered boy attempting to figure out whose cell phone was vibrating.

She leaned back, resting against the tile wall. Grateful that no more classes lay ahead, she relaxed as the sounds of students slowly faded, leaving her alone. She looked down at herself. Her unseemly spread legs, parted to either side of the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, even her high heeled clad feet turned to either side, displaying the curved arch, everything about her seemed to scream the word sex. And the vibrations continued.

Running her wet fingers through her slit once more, Samantha moaned, losing herself in the sexual surges. She barely noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening, and even managed to ignore the sound of humming.

"Aaaahhhh!" Samantha cried out as a jolt of electricity exploded out of the egg, eliciting the cry.

"Ah...there you are." Kristen's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Kristen?" Samantha asked in astonishment.

"Sister Kristen, if you don't mind, Sam. You keep racking up the demerits." Kristen laughed. "Now lift your foot and use your toe to open the latch."

"Yes, Sister Kristen." Samantha replied. She raised her leg, using the open toe of her sandal to slide the latch back. The door swung open and Kristen looked in, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh! You slut!" She said, laughing. Kristen gazed at Samantha's soaked sex, spread obscenely open on the toilet. Sam blushed furiously and began to close her legs.

"Oh no! Stay like that. I want to see you masturbate for me." Kristen grinned and held up the egg remote. "Let's see some action." She pressed one of the buttons and Samantha felt the thumper slam inside her.

Sam's fingers once more dived into the pink slit between her legs. She rubbed fast, her knees knocking against the sides of the stall as the sensations of both the vibrator and the thumper brought her right back up toward the crest of orgasm. Sam let out a tiny moan and then shuddered, her body ridged as her explosion raced through her, until she finally drooped, sagging on the toilet seat.

Kristen nodded. "Very nice. Come on. I'm not done with you yet."

The walk back to the sorority house was long, especially for Samantha, who had to deal with the intense vibrations of the egg on full power for the entire journey. Every few yards, especially around other students, Kristen would press the thumper or electric shock button, enjoying the sight of Samantha thrusting her hips wildly as the demonic little toy tormented her.

It was still early when they arrived, a full hour and a half before the required five o'clock meeting time and Sam obediently stripped off her skirt and blouse on the front porch, totally oblivious to the fact that cars seemed to be zipping by meters away. Together, the two girls entered the old house, one dressed, the other submissive and nude.

"Are you showing me something new, Sister Kristen?" asked Sam as she followed Kristen down the main hall, turning right past the kitchen. The older girl nodded as they made their way deeper into the old house.

"This place is very big, and well maintained. Our alumni are VERY gracious." Kristen said as they walked down another hall. "They even find graduating members high paying jobs, a career, even husbands. "Husbands?" Sam asked. "You mean we don't get to choose?" Her voice suddenly very concerned.

Kristen looked at her incredulously. "Of course we get to choose you nit! And you don't have to choose one presented by anyone. However, most girls do, because they're presented with well groomed, well mannered men, who have lots of wealth, and who have been...lets just say...properly trained on how to treat a woman."

"I'm not sure I understand." Samantha said, her face looking slightly confused.

Kristen sighed as she turned the knob on a door. "That's okay. Don't worry about it. You will understand a lot more after you're inducted, and then even more after you become a Sister."

Sam nodded as she followed Kristen into the small room. It was only ten or so feet wide, and only twelve feet deep. In the center of the room was a metal square, the color of burnished copper, that sat on a thick rubber mat. A set of chains and manacles hung from a support beam in the ceiling. A small black console sat to the side, a thick rubber coated power plug running from a wall outlet leading to it.

Sam hesitated and glanced at Kristen, a tiny look of trepidation visible in her eyes.

"Oh come on, Samantha. Do you really think I want to hurt you?"

Sam bit her lip and Kristen laughed.

"Okay, okay, I do, but not like that. The sexual kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that you feel when you're getting shocked or thumped. That kind of hurt." Kristen said. She motioned toward the metal square. "Stand on that."

Samantha gingerly stepped on to the metal square, expecting to feel a shock the first second. When nothing happened she brought the second foot down and stood in the center, looking apprehensively at Kristen.

"Arms up sweetheart." Kristen said, a beaming smile on her face.

"What is this place?" Asked Samantha as she raised her arms up to the waiting manacles. Kristen immediately began buckling in the sophomore girl.

"Well, its called the Electric Room."

Sam suddenly recalled Mistress Tami's litany of the pledge's accomplishments. "Is this the electric room that Mistress Tami said Ally had found?"

Kristen laughed. "Oh yes. Your fellow peer has certainly found her soft spot. It's my understanding that Mistress Nicole kept her orgasming for four hours in here." Kristen grinned. "But we only have an hour and a half." Kristen gave a quick yank on the chains, satisfying herself that Samantha was secure.

Kristen walked back to the console and reached under the control panel, pulling out two sets of long wires. At each end there was a clamp which Kristen didn't hesitate to attach around each delicate exposed nipple on Samantha's body. Sam groaned and bit her lip as the delicious pinching excited her, especially since the egg was still buzzing around inside her.

The two sets of wires were connected to the console and suddenly Sam stiffened, her breasts seeming to become alive as the most incredible sensation made its way through her flesh. It was almost as if her nipples were contracting and then releasing, over and over. She moaned, slumping in the chains as the voltage increased, turning the pulsing of the electrodes into an almost intolerable electric jolt.

In moments, Samantha was squealing as Kristen turned the juice up and began mashing down on the electric shock and thumper buttons on the remote. Pumping her hips madly, Samantha began to experience her first orgasm since her bathroom masturbation. Her fifth of the day brought a scream of pleasure. Kristen reached down and pulled out a purple colored glass rod.

"Well, well, what are you doing, Kristen?" Said a new voice. Neither girl had noticed Mistress Tami entering the room. Kristen immediately turned off the power and the egg, turning to face the senior girl as Samantha slowly regained her composure.

Suddenly it was Kristen looking uncomfortable. "Uh...I was punishing the pledge for her failure to address me by my title Mistress." She quickly put away the purple wand.

Tami nodded. "I see. Don't you think the electric room is a little severe for that? Usually we just add demerits."

Kristen bowed her head. "She has a lot of demerits, Mistress."

Tami smiled. "I think it's because you wanted to see her dance."

Kristen said nothing.

"Strip Kristen. Join your sorority sister on the plate." Tami ordered, her eyes turning hard.

With wide eyes, Kristen stood there. But her surprise immobilized her for only a second and with unusual haste she quickly began to peel off her clothes. In moments the blonde beautiful junior was as naked as Samantha who watched the undressing with a hungry eagerness. Kristen stepped on to the plate as Tami brought a second set of cuffs, these with a metal clip up. In moments, Kristen was bound next to Samantha, their soft breasts pressed together, skin to skin.

Tami spent the next several minutes with a multitude of wires, running them back and forth between the two girls and the console. Sam only whimpered when another clamp found its way between her legs onto her clit. Even their breasts were linked. Tami turned around one last time, holding a glass of water in her hand. With a toss, she flung the contents onto the two naked beauties.

"Time to dance." She announced.

Samantha felt the first shock, but not from her clit or breasts, but on the soles of her feet. She gave a tiny leap, just as Kristen did, tugging painfully on the clamps that connected them. Just as the girls came back down the first pulses exploded through their clits and nipples. Kristen's face contorted in the pain and pleasure, and Sam could not hold her own excitement in. In moments, the two girls were gyrating madly, their bodies absorbing the electrical shocks over and over.

Sam lost all track of time, noting only that she had orgasmed three more times since Mistress Tami had entered. Finally the dance ended, both Sam and Kristen limp in their bonds, their bodies coated with a slick glistening sheen. Their clits and nipples were sore and engorged, but intact as Tami began pulling the clamps off their bodies. To Samantha's relief, Tami even turned off the vibrating egg.

"It's twenty minutes before the meeting. Go get cleaned up, the both of you. Kristen, I expect you to be wearing a punishment harness for the entire meeting.

Kristen's eyes widened. "But Mistress! Please!"

"No buts. I know what you did to Sam yesterday afternoon, and I know what you intended for her today. You know damn well that all we've required of Ally was for her to ride the sybian and endure the electrical insert. The wand was not for Samantha." Tami paused and sighed. "However, considering Samantha's sexual appetites, perhaps we should use one of the wands at a later date. In the meanwhile, you will wear a punishment harness for not consulting with me first."

Kristen's eyes fell. "Yes Mistress."

"Off you go."

Kristen nodded and grabbed Samantha. Together, still naked, the two girls left the electrical room and made their way upstairs to Kristen's bedroom.

"Kristen? What's a punishment harness?" Sam asked.

Kristen's face turned into an angry frown. She went to her closet and rummaged around for just a moment before tossing a black bra toward Samantha. Sam caught it and felt a sharp prick on her thumb. She turned it over in her hands and discovered that the entire interior of each cup was lined with tiny sharp plastic spikes, like a bed of nails.

"Oh my God!" Sam said, looking up in horror at Kristen.

Kristen nodded. "No kidding. It's got to be the worst thing to wear, ever. I hate the thing."

"Does it hurt?" Sam asked, running her thumb over the spikes.

"Yes, just like tiny pin pricks all over your breasts. It's the nipples that are the problem. They poke out a bit and the needles are very sharp." Kristen shrugged her shoulders and motioned with her hand. "You're naked, put it on and see for yourself."

Samantha hesitated for a moment, but then slowly lifted the brazier up to her bosom, carefully cupping each breast in the evil cloth cups. She almost immediately felt the sharp tack like spikes and as she increased the pressure, she felt each pin dig into her flesh, tormenting her. Sam couldn't imagine how painful it would be to actually snap the bra into place. She looked up at Kristen in sympathy.

"Oh yeah. And imagine what it would be like to be paddled on the tits wearing that thing!" Kristen stepped into the bathroom and started the shower.

"Ouch!" Sam exclaimed and draped it over a chair. Kristen stuck her head back into the room.

"Exactly. Ouch is right. The water is ready, come on."

Sam eagerly followed Kristen into the shower built for two and both girls quickly soaped each other off, trying desperately not to become too aroused. After drying off, Samantha quickly brushed out her hair as Kristen slowly clasped the punishment harness around her breasts, snapping it into place with a grimace.

Kristen put on her usual white blouse over it, and with seemingly careful movements, managed to get her skirt on and zipped up. Sam kindly knelt down and put on Kristen's sandals.

"Perfect. Let's go to the meeting." Kristen announced, gesturing to the door.

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