Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Explanations

It was Sunday evening and Kristen sat in her car across from the fraternity house, nervously drumming her fingers on the leather clad wheel of her car. The wooden paddle was in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket, ready at a moment's notice to be returned. She was tired, and slightly worn around the edges from all the coffee and soda she had consumed during her vigil.

The lights in the common room had stayed on all night but Kristen knew Sam had been moved when the guest room lights went on. She tried to imagine what Samantha was going through but couldn't, and she wished she could be there with her. It was unfair that things had worked out the way they did, and who could have expected Samantha to be so noble?

There was a knock on the passenger window and Kristen jumped. She looked up to see the handsome face of David Keel through the glass. She leaned over and unlocked the car door, allowing the fraternity president into the car.

"Come to gloat?" Kristen said, her voice icy, looking straight ahead.

"Not in the least." David replied, looking at the pretty blond. "I came to square things up. Your little novice has the constitution of a horse and the endurance of a rhino." He said conversationally.

"Samantha can take anything you can dish out." Kristen declared.

David smiled. "So that's her name. She wouldn't tell us, even when we whipped her."

Kristen turned at him, the look of worry in her eyes. "You didn't..." her voice trailed off.

Keel shook his head. "No. She'll be sore, bruised, and very tender, but we didn't damage her." He nodded to himself. "I'm still rather surprised though. She's had a very rough twenty hours and comported herself well. Never once did she recant the sorority or beg. It was almost enough to make me become a dom." He turned and looked slyly at Kristen.

"Am I going to get my pictures back now?" Kristen asked, still squeezing the wheel of the car.

David sighed and leaned back. "Now see, the agreement was you sabotaged the raid so our paddle wouldn't get stolen. I don't have our paddle and your little novice decided to accept a night of extreme punishment and a gang bang in order to protect the sorority." He screwed his mouth up for a moment. "Wish we had as loyal members as you seem to." Keel leaned forward.

"But maybe not so loyal, huh? I mean, you were willing to sacrifice your entire sorority to get back a few measly pictures of you tied up on your back. Is what I did to you so embarrassing? Or is it the fact that you wanted it?"

Kristen bit her lip and stared forward, tears brimming in her eyes.

David Keel grinned and reached into his pocket, pulling out a battered package.

"Here are the pictures. All of them. Plus the original negatives. I'm honorable, you know that." He looked up at the house and nodded. "Your novice is in there right now hanging upside down with her legs spread while my fraternity brothers are playing a game called 'drink the girl dry'. Do you know how its played? You find a willing girl, string her up, fill her pussy with beer, and one player at a time tries to suck it all out of her."

Kristen bit back a sob but she hunched forward, closing her eyes.

"And before that game she played 'Suck it quick' where she was given three minutes to give one of us a blowjob to orgasm. If the player didn't come, then he got to deliver three quick slaps with a sap on her clit. I can't tell you how much fun it is to watch someone spank a bright pink pussy like hers. She screamed so loud." David shrugged.

"Of course we let her nap too. We tied her up, duct taped a vibrator into her pussy, turned it on high, and then let her try to sleep. She did you know. She must be used to you ramming things up her." David leaned in close. "So how long have you kept her vibrating huh?" He pulled out the large purple egg vibrator. "Use this thing a lot?" He tossed it into Kristen's lap, ignoring the tears pouring down the junior girl's face.

The package of pictures he laid on the console.

"I know that the guys have no idea of our initial agreement, and I truly would have liked to have the entire sorority over for our party, but I think that Samantha's selfless act should be rewarded." He gave a slight smirk before reaching for the door handle. "Some people have honor."

Kristen looked over at David as he got out of the car. His strong chin made him look ruggedly handsome in the setting sunlight. Kristen felt an odd lump in her throat and she turned away, unwilling to look him in the face. He stood on the sidewalk and glanced at his watch, leaning back into the car.

"It's almost seven. I told them to have her ready to walk. She should be coming out any moment. Sorry about her clothes, but getting them off her was a chore." He shut the car door and walked away, moving down the street at a leisurely pace.

Kristen reached over to the packet of pictures and opened it. She had seen them before, her naked body bound tightly across the hood of Keel's car, her nipples clamped, her sex open and gaping. There were pictures of her sucking cock, of her look of ecstasy, and a picture of her and David, heads together, smiling.

The front door of the fraternity house opened and Kristen stiffened. Wrapped in an overly large blanket, bare feet and shoulders exposed, Samantha stumbled, weaving like a drunken sailor out onto the porch. Kristen immediately jumped out of the car and ran up to the exhausted mussed girl. Her brunette hair was mussed, thick globs of dried spunk dotting it. Her cheeks looked hollow and she leaned heavily on Kristen when the older girl moved close. Kristen looked at Samantha with intensity, trying to gauge Sam's condition. Samantha turned and looked at Kristen, a tiny smile on her face.

"I didn't even tell them my name." She said, her voice a tiny hoarse whisper.

Kristen burst into tears. "I know, darling. I know." Kristen helped her down the stairs and to the car, almost wishing she dared pick her up and carry her. But Sam made it, her bare toes pretty against the dark asphalt. Kristen got her seated and quickly got in the front seat. She fumbled at the keys when she heard Sam's tiny voice.

"Did I do what you wanted?" Sam said her head tilted back, eyes closed.

Kristen hesitated and turned around to look at Samantha. "What?"

Sam didn't move even a bit. She kept her eyes closed. "Did I pass your test?"

Kristen trembled, her voice betraying her guilt. "I don't know what you're talking about, Samantha."

"Yes you do, Sister Kristen." Sam said, her voice still barely above a whisper. "You were the one that put the egg inside me. You took it from the bottom of the bucket. You expected me to be last, but instead I was first in line. I didn't even wonder why you dug for my egg when you were doing it. It wasn't until I was lying face down with the seventh boy fucking my ass that I figured it out. How would the boys get a remote? How would they know exactly when to activate the electrical shock?" Sam smiled lightly. "You were there and you activated it. You wanted me to be captured."

Sam opened her eyes and looked at the back of Kristen's head. "Did I pass your test?" She asked.

Kristen turned back around to Samantha. The look in the junior's eyes told Samantha everything. Kristen bit her lip.

"We were supposed to trade the paddle back. That was the agreement. I couldn't warn them when we were coming, because Tami would have called off the raid for another day if there were too many boys at the house. The only way I could think of for the raid to fail was to let one of us be captured. I couldn't, Tami would suspect me. You weren't supposed to be all noble." Kristen said, her voice cracking with emotion.

"What does he have over you?" Samantha asked, opening her eyes and looking at the crying blond.

Kristen reached up and handed over the packet. Sam took only a minute to look through the pictures.

"Do you still love him?" Samantha asked, giving them back.

Kristen shook her head. "I don't know. I don't want to. After what he did to you, how can I?"

Sam sighed. "Can we go home now Sister Kristen? I'm really tired."

Kristen nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. She started the car and pulled out onto the road.

"Can you forgive me, Sam?" Kristen asked, her voice still choking up on her emotions.

There was silence from the back seat and Kristen glanced in the rear view mirror, only to see Samantha's glittering eyes. There was a slight amusement and a deep and abiding love.

"It depends on how often you make me explode in Calli's dungeon, Kristen. And I think I've just earned another five demerits."

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